While I’d like to work with or write a book about Amber Heard, or do something really weird, like live with her, I think this blog post will be the last for a while… unless there are new developments!
Mera Adds to Amber America Anagram Mystery
Sometime around investigating Amber Heard’s Americanism for the last blog post; which included reference to her role as Mera in Aquaman, and introduced letterology as the exciting new sub-field of greenYgreyology; as she wore a great greenYgrey costume to its London premiere, I got to thinking about Mera being an anagram of Amber’s four letters she shares with America’s first four letters, which was the point of that last blog post.
By the way, soon after submitting that blog post I saw the news that Karl Lagerfeld had passed away, and I remembered him on fmpoetry.wordpress.com yesterday, along with a poem based on the anagram: indigo/I dingo.
So, if Amber noticed Mera sharing four letters with her, and being the first four letters of America, did they appeal to her because; I’ll use a little list to make it look professional!:
Amber loves her name
Amber loves her country
Am-b-er has a b-complex – as it means her name doesn’t match Amer perfectly.
The third opens the wordplay door to mixing the dietary b-complex supplement (1 below) with a mental health condition (2 below).
From a Bing search (disclaimer: no influencing/advertising involved), b-complex: ‘Referred to as vitamin B complex, the eight B vitamins — B1, B2, B3, B5, B6, B7, B9, B12 — play an important role in keeping our bodies running like well-oiled machines. These essential nutrients help convert our food into fuel, allowing us to stay energized throughout the day.’
From another Bing Search: psychoanalysis, noun, complex: ‘related group of repressed or partly repressed emotionally significant ideas which cause psychic conflict leading to abnormal mental states or behaviour.’
A year ago I was in Iceland, on my last solo travel adventure; that’s last as in latest rather than final, although it could be the latter too, as it was for the greenYgrey in the last of the trilogy XaW Files: Beyond Humanity. It includes lots of wonderful wordplay, as I hope Icelanniversary is another example; it also reminds me of Inveraray, the Scottish town I visited afterwards last year.
Light at the End of the Tunnel
I’ve put XaW Files on a Kindle ebook free promo this week, to celebrate the mistYmuse pagan winter festival reaching its most important central time Y-day on January 21st, a month after the midwinter solstice, and a passing from MIST (Most Ideal Sunrise Times) darkest winter to MUSE (Midwinter Until Spring Equinox).
The party is already two days old on this site’s sister site fmpoetry.wordpress.com with MEW (Mist Evaporation Week) hotting up with every day.
Northern Lights or Ice Pillars: UFO Book Explanation
Funnily enough, I recently saw what could be an explanation for the long streaks I saw one day in Reykjavik, coinciding with a rainbow creating snow shower. I thought they might be northern lights, having seen similar on the Sky at Night television show shortly before then.
In Nigel Watson’s UFO Investigations Manual, p.80, he has a photo of something similar, and explains the ‘vertical streaks of light are caused by Ice Pillars.’
On p. 84 he writes about meteors and fireballs, and I saw a great one of the latter one night in Borganes while out northern lights hunting: like a big dollop of paint falling from the northern sky.
I saw another one last month during the Quadrantid meteor shower.
Magical Light Day on Borganes Fjord
While I was disappointed not to see the big Northern Lights sky show I did feel lucky to have had high pressure dominate the week I was in Iceland, after heavy snowfall had created very photogenic panoramic scenery. It provided some great POP (PinkyOrangePurple) twilight times, and I had one especially magical light show spending the entire (short) day on the Borganes fjord.
There’s more POP and UFO to come this week, and if you’ve got access to Kindle books, XaW Files: Beyond Humanity, with its thrilling Iceland finale, is now freely available:
greenYgreyologist cultural anthropologists have been wondering for a while if P is the new G in the greenygrey world. It started when greenYgrey merged with PinkyOrangePurple at the end of XaW Files, becoming gYgPoP, with P drawing level with G at two inclusions. The growth of PoPadom has increased this year with the parodymeter becoming the best techno innovation of the century; this blog post scoring highly.
This new greenYgreyology paradigm shift theory bucks the trend of acronyms and abbreviations by expanding the P being the new G equation to Papua New Guinea. The country of that name has no other connection to the greenYgrey world. It is thought to have narrowly edged out Alpha Papa as the favoured term; a 2013 Alan Partridge film.
Future Sound of London Remixes Past
With absolute disregard for the above, Chav and Toff are releasing their second cover-version single, allaying their fans’ fears that they had split, after Toff was seen flirting with Jacob Rees-Mogg on This Morning; apologising for calling him a s*x god!
Fans of dance music might think it is Future Sound of London’s Papua New Guinea, putting two and two together from the above.
But in line with Toff’s recent behaviour we’re staying on the Chas and Dave theme with Rabbit.
All the above is parody comedy wordplay of course, using real events and culture as props. I don’t consider Toff a pest, and haven’t even seen any of her reality TV or presenting appearances.
The BBC (David Icke’s devil-worshipping paedophiles?) announced more religion and a broader scope from now on this morning, which judging from the last twenty years of Multicultural Fascism means much more Islam; it’s a numbers game you see, and now that there are a higher percentage of Muslims after twenty years of pandering to their religion and their high birth rate, despite their prophet marrying a 6-year-old and consummating it when she was 9, the BBC will have the excuse to escalate the Islamisation of dear ol’ Blighty even more.
That’s why I will never like or support Islam. I can tolerate a benign Islam, as religion was all becoming benign in Blighty until Tony Blair stirred things up with his religious focus in the New Labour years.
If we’re going to have more religion on the BBC, which means almost certainly more Islam, I think the ‘prophet’s’ personal life should be included all the time, to give it context, rather than leave it as it usually is now: some kind of benign mystical benevolent new revolutionary charity!
Jesus was a Good Historical Figure and Example
There are a lot of people in my demographic who rebel against Jesus, some even going over to the other side: the counterculture kind of devil worship. I think that’s mostly rebellion against hypocritical institutions; Australia has just reported on years of abuse by the (mostly Catholic) Church, schools and sports teams, and Blighty is supposed to be doing the same, justifying my and others like me’s rebellion in the 1980s, although it just seems to be being replaced by a foreign (Islam) version now for another generation; but there are some who may cross over into the traditional stereotype of older establishment Icke-criticising devil worship (seems to be more of it in ‘heavy metal’ now).
I liked Jesus as a rebellious anti-materialist carer, but don’t think he was as special as Christians make out; I think he was just a special person in his time and place, like many people throughout history, all over the world. If the Romans hadn’t brought Christianity back to Europe then Jesus would probably just have been a local hero. Ironically, the Romans went downhill after adopting Christianity, with their empire ending soon after. The same as Egypt when Islam took over from the original monotheist god: the sun.
Not that I think religion should be judged on military success. Sun worship didn’t save the native Americans when the Europeans arrived.
Title Explained: greenYgrey-style Wordplay
There are some people who still think I’m too chavimbo (chav himbo-bimbo) to be the wordplay genius who wrote Werewolf of Oz and XaW Files in a decade-long greenYgrey concept after becoming a doctor of philosophy, and who ran multiple marathons after travelling around the world on a shoestring.
I would list my many flaws, but think I’ll let the double-negatives do some work for themselves, although I have previously written in the mental health genre; it’s not easy being greenygrey!
I liked the Jesus story (when I watched The Last Temptation of Christ recently I wondered if The Pretty Reckless’s devil-worshipping Taylor Momsen was my last temptation?), and thought recently with my focus on the sky about his time on the cross.
Jesus and the Sun
Who did Jesus apparently talk to in his last time on Earth, nailed to the cross after being taunted and tortured by humanity: the sun in the sky.
Moreover, Jesus shares two of his name letters with the sun: the s and u. The 40% of the title. They are in the right order too, and with room at the end for an N to complete sun, instead of the second s.
That would make the name Jesun, sounding like the French Je suis: I am; I sun. However, Je Suis is also Jesus with an extra I: the anagram I Jesus.
Jesus’s Biblical end, on the cross with the sun, could be interpreted as being represented by the Ancient Egyptian Ankh symbol/hieroglyph, which preceded Christ and Christianity by over a thousand years, as David Icke has pointed out similar on stage, in videos previously posted on this site.
The symbol was later used by Coptic Christians, who have suffered several attacks by Islamists in Egypt in recent times, in an attempt to wipe them out, although some moderate Muslims have supported them.
This representation reminds me of pre-Abrahamic monotheism’s ancient respect for nature, across a world that was not supposed to be connected, as seen in religious symbols from South America and the Middle-East. There were similar beliefs across the rest of the world, in what is now called Australasia.
More Wikimedia details: manuscript of the New Testament in Coptic. It contains text of Book of Acts 1:1-15:3; at the end illuminated cross.
Jersey Joe Walcott was the heavyweight boxing champion in 1951/52. It was before my time, and I don’t know much about him. I think I saw a little about him in some old boxing documentary, or documentaries.
Jersey Born and Bred (for a little while)
However, I was born in Jersey in 1965, and left a year or two later. So when I joked about having a ‘boxing nickname’, long after I wanted to be a boxer or had much interest in it, I thought of ‘Jersey Boy’ Latham.
That’s an example of how a little bit of my lifetime knowledge becomes a big thing in my writing. My greenYgrey writing is full of such people and places. Hopefully I helped publicise some of the good ones, as well as putting some places on the map.
greenYgreyologists analysing my writing would probably think that Jersey Joe Walcott was a big favourite of mine, but in reality he’s just a name I remembered, with relevance to my life; I couldn’t remember any of his history until looking it up just now.
I also joked using a renowned idiom: you can take the boy out of Jersey, but you can’t take the Jersey out of the boy!
Disclaimer: If those who heard my above creations are reading, you were the just the audience, and I was the creator. I might not have thought them up if I hadn’t been talking to you, but that doesn’t give you a share of their copyright! As I don’t ask for a share of anything you gained during our time together!!
Sunny Jersey for my Return
Another boxing name that sounded relevant was Charles L. ‘Sonny’ Liston, but that’s because I like the weather sunny, rather than liking being a son; not that I’d rather be a daughter!
I’ve thought I might have developed my love of sunshine and beaches in my first year or two on Jersey. I don’t know if I did, if it was nature or nurture, but I do know that after a wet day before, and overcast voyage, the clouds cleared a couple of hours before arriving on Jersey, and so the island looked lovely as I returned after 50 years; and especially the south approaching my birthplace of Saint Helier.
Unfortunately, the clear sky didn’t last, and my return voyage was cancelled due to wet weather! Apparently a common occurrence with the fast ferry service.
However, I still enjoyed my last day in my birthplace, thanks to golden reflections of the sun that welcomed me ‘home’.