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He peppers his claims with such expressions as: "one suspects," "I feel," "my impression," "it is clear," "cannot be without significance," "dare we ask," "without doubt," "it is my guess," "it is quite evident," "I am left with the conviction" and a litany of would have, could have, must have beens. But no documented proof.
Ovason’s premise, if not belief, is that Pierre Charles L'Enfant (b. 1754/08/02, d. 1825/06/14) and Major Ellicott (b. 1754/01/24, d. 1820) intended Pennsylvania Avenue to provide a view of the setting sun from the Capitol building annually on August 10th. The reason for this was because on that day the sun is in 17 degrees of Leo and the star Regalus sets over the White House just over half an hour after sunset, leaving the stars "Spica, in Virgo, and Arcturus in Bootes." "They are the three stars which Masons such as Pike and Brunet recognized as enclosing the constellation of Virgo." [p. 346] This, he asserts, proves "the city was intended to celebrate the mystery of Virgo — of the Egyptian Isis, the Grecian Ceres and the Christian Virgin." [p. 349]
According to the work of anthropologist Jeremy Narby, this Ur-language of light is a "forest television" of images in which "DNA is a snaked shaped master of transformation that lives in water and is both extremely long and small, single and double. Just like the cosmic serpent."[5] His assessment agrees with Ovason's comments that only one who has the skin of the dragon, or has become one with the cosmic serpent of DNA, can understand this symbolic language of light.

symbols, derived perhaps from the DNA itself, that unite the global cultures of mankind, from the Inca to the ancient Greeks Imagine that what we call "biology" is the way the mechanical world invented how to build a toroidal charge vector thruster device using molecules.

In A LOndondonEarl's Court Hotel I layd My Hands on this geezer

internally and externally forming the New Horizon. The birth planted ideas of a generation, the double plus MaxPly condiments on the shelves, quivering with exceitement. Oh how sub atomic life likes to be bought. Oh great Form. Oh great wonder. Outside in the rain, he tells me, the Paikey notices a giorl roller blading up the prom on water laden pavements, with no bra with wetness dfripping and even tho I say it myself, never have I seen such breasts. That’s what he likes about life; when people just let go and give themselves the permission top enjoy, It is a phikosophy of Enjoyment he is gathering together. Now Crowleys happy. The open season of energy the final clearing through the lightworlers conduits as we all now hear and listen to the outet Planets. Ah I was worried in the downturns. I’d had a month two months maybe three months of extreme enjoyment. More enjoyment than I’ve had in years. Blissfull laughter and real risks. As the ^D blens and merges with Time itself, as we form the new now in the image of the source, as time and space are conjunct and are brought into synthesis, as the metallic lines of the Bar riveted with hands that are now at this moment still beating the drums of the Oluympiad. Ah Greeks. Ah Jupiter. Ah Deucalion. Ah Melissa. Ah Juno! Ah, the great Harridam pounces on me and extols my truth from me. The great Greek God and the Great Babylonian Goddess untied in hands together blessing wthe rain with gold and silver filaments falling from the sky light up the latent ptotozoa in the channel. We have agree to meet and recommence the great Northern projects; the Norse meets the Swede in the GRden of Earthly and Vegetable delights. We are going Horse riding today. The girl, giggling, pokes her best mate off the couch and introduces her to her father. The warm sleep of night is rubbed from her eyes. How did you sleep through the whole thing. The other day was then. This is now. We have the codes for the opening and the blending, the opening of the truem harmonic ovctave of the town meeting the old harmonic that was set up as imprint. The two worlds meet in time today, yes, they have co joined for this. The lights on the sea opff shore infddicate fisherman are stil out there sloshing in nets and dope. Fridges all over the world running on empty are no match for the whitenes in the dark sjy, Crack! Boom. The low thunder rolling round the bay waking up the south east corner of Little Britain. The English thistle the Irish hound the German lapdog and The Hungarian Count have all arrived here. The great rebuilt kingdom of Sumer, right here on the southern shores. From Folkstone the storm places itself over the channel absorbing the buiilogical data released from the glaciers. The elephantine rivers swell all the way up to London, pounding hearts hold steady on the briadge at Charing and sweep up to Bushy the water mark bleeding gold. The systematic construction of poetry; the heart of the Cosmos; the galactic nature of all things; the surreal and the mundane; the hidden and the seen; the two di poles of experience, moving to source and moving away from source were brought into a harmonic accord. Swoops of light through the rocks in the West Hill, downward m,elting energy into the small rivers and wells, spread into the telluric. Pikey shows me his two packs of cigarettes. Al orders another Dinner; even the kebab shops are closed. Gerry opens the door to his closed pub and stands on the lip opposite the two bos still selling weed, three a.m. Andrew makes his play for rosa outside Moda. Julie’s made her confidence known and she’s been willing to risk aklk for him. The catsuit and hotpants were made at home but the heels she had to go to London for. The time tube of the past, the votex generating positive energy that was all held in for so long. The panchen lama made that agreement long ago. As china moves through its rubble, the west becomes the east and all is reversed. The here was reversed over a year ago. The positive dipole remains in place. This is doing, they tell me. This is what we can now do. Now that the codes have been cleared and the opening smade clear and the agreements signed sealed and delivered …

white snow and white sheets and white cum in white coffee at white christmas

XI

I wake upo, bright, breezy. My Gemini inspired mind races for a minute before I realize Stacy’s curled up behind me, holding my hand. Naked save for her thin white vest top. I rest again. Unlike my own usual habit of getting straight out of bed, I feel a sense of relaxation , and realize that I can lie down and rest with her, her nergies are that clear. I just lie there for what seems like several hours, several relaxzing hours where the phone is not ringing, there are bno builders outside, even the road sweepers and car vacuumers seem to have taken the day off. When she wakes, its as if she sense si t too. And we both lie there, drawing ourselves closer to each other until we are hugging and pressed together in silnces, as if we both knew, as if by some chance she too had found the one. So the Lion did lie down with the Lamb on Broadway in the end, and the intrinsic meanings of life are uncoded by the fullest expression of Love. Fun today love? Yes I’m fine. Afterwards standing in the kitfchen drinking OJ. After that, sitting on the floor, stunned, not even needing a coffee or a cigarette. And then I put her back up on the ladder again, and she sits there, draped in a white sheet, looking ever so Greek and ever so beautiful. Both of us smiling. That was some night. Yes. Yes it was. Even now, even after all that, she is still trying to speak without moving her lips. Yopu have to understand how I paint. I begin I tell I know I feel. Waters in the bath are warm now for you darling. She slips between bubbles and I caress my own good luck, hoping it and I never run out of fuel for manifestations like this!.

From There to Here Simultaneously/ The Art of the Quantum Computer (copywright UNIVERSAL 2018 by Daryl Spears & Daz Hastings)

Some Oh So Interesting Photos

seed pods on winter wet boughs come thru light in english language

XII

The next interludes are dominated by the eclipses, august one to sixteen, dominated too by the involvment of my own mind maps from May and June, telekinesis, mayan claneder free wheeling returns on the bar HOLLY STICKS her necks out of joint and the yes of Stacia are open to me. lLingering in the floodlit cavern she peeling off from the group to come hug mne she says, come and kiss me. We roll into the DUKE AND HIS MISSUS near claps herself shuit with jealus of how she wishes she had the freedom to fuck around. Love takes a bit of a back seat. Aquarius, Chiron and Jupiter all seem to be Northward bound to nodes, Chiron feels like a new mode has been made. The slippery surface of the beer stuck to the linoleum gives her feet enough purchase on the floor. Shoes from Next grip the side of the lavortory as she lifts skirt to finish herself off; poppong another E. Outside I am smoking and listening to her at the small window in the ally. She saying she likes ro know she is being heard, or watched. Arrangements are made to deliver delicious fantasies into the real. Byh Monday I am deep into Dirian energy. The delight has been replaced by a cold if stoic approach to ho9me and living. I resume the job of sorting piles of paper; buts up on the bed she does as her legs stretch to reach the walls I am blutaking myown lover to one side, I am blue for you she says this as her feet swing off the wall and around my hopping cock, her fingers reaching for oil and her toeas now marking my penis with nail varnish. As sweet a wetness and fondness as love is, I emerge from the cavern, delishously ravaging my own heart, loving her every minute of it. Round top bar stools perched bums and black shorts over balc s frog leggings tgie our attention to her lower half; she seated last week at the Rooms, swinging her belly and showing me the bruises again she comes to me with etes, eyes wide and curious as if I am some sort of foreign object unseen, unknown. Are all lovers endangered species? Does lust rule the conquerors fears? However much I try and avoid her gaze I can’t help but accept, she knows it too. Every night I am in her metaphorical bed. Every day I wake up in her arms, talking softly and gently, happy to be free of the old controlling dialogue that the harpie used to drone on and on outside the drunken navvie’s wife fingers cheap bacon as the old sausages fryd up in the wythces sauce fake orgasms for a controlled delight. After the karaoke, after Leon, after Mate Matt gloss finished and the strewth of humnour and thje belly extended arching across my body, she coming onto me, slowly the other one after a few beers also making her intentions known now as the roof is lifted on Morals, as the scheme is made for the evolution of society as the calender and the sixth dimension create forms, so the Wind comes in. they tell me I am col. General XAVIER 56, FRONM jni 89 Arcturus CODE 45, through the veil. Lifting Heat to Full MOON. Hope 

Sirian Objectivities had been Retherthered Further than Mer Sea Was finished it was past the leap year and before Hiuray for the Euro.com

oceans and flights we scamped and drove west as far as we could arriving Redondo Mexicali for a two bit Cerveza to lop our motor engine in wo while we stood by looking at it in a pit. Laughter on the pacific highways. They were saying it was closing time and there we were at the bar and this was this and that was that. Camberwell, after the Five Nations became Seven,a dn then off to twickenham while you were in Cloakwell new Jersey for a guy who had begged you to come to Madras as a tourist. Love swelted at Jones beach and the high tide marks were wavering in everybody’s nostrils thick cubes of ice core samples, brevity quotations and ideas were hurtling at each other; not that we need a Hadron collidor exactly, but the shape is neat. Longtemps later, in the logyrythmic chamber we disidentified our natures and took new oaths. These were offline for a time and brief tho the 1994 hiatus was, Sirain objectives had become adjectives and there was no point denying the grace light could be opened up to. Guru Datta on hs high chair speaking some other worldy language of just plain truth sat beside the flowring Aquarian. At seat Pisces Scripture Dead sea scroll stood a hound dog of a man while in Capricorn there was a flurry of Asiatic about the western girl’s hair tied back like that. Two pin tie types came through looking at the smoking sections, fawnees for the old alphabet of law were still being pushed off railings. As we stood at Marlybone and york bridge was beneath our feet, we were reminded of days we had slept rough in Cornwall and in New Mexico and that was the extent of the literature in us, for what we had discovered under those starry nights and lonely roads was that stillness. And it could still be done. Quarter to four? I’m off Brompton road falling into the velvet chairs of L’Equipes. Sanchex reminding me I can’t afford to not stay, and well done bra girls with boots up to their astral later came through to the Olde grande tourist and made it clear, friends for life, eh? Said one from Peru.

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The Temple Mount/ home to walining wall; where dome of Rock is, and the Alazor MoskComPlx. &thc. Destroyed twice; captured 44 times. All Jerusalem now; Ireland last night. Prime of Miss Jean, night before, and now teen girls in jumpers strip for a teacher waiting for inspiration.

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18 54 galactic overhead felt real heady. I’ve been enjoying something so subtle; each action. The Book. How to read that spengler? What to do about the notepads, more Paper; the price of the butter my drinking the cost of living the need for fun the necessity of discouse with people, the nature of poewtryh the call of Kerouac the fun in the poetry what I once crossed over into, Alfred Douglasd, and those brilliant letters.

Mrs Wilberforee, of 184 Witwatrsterrand Avenue, awoke to the phone ringing. It was half past eleven, and at forty eight was more than hungover from the night before. Her husband….

My Feelings For Heather

She was about 14 when Chuck taught her how. She helped lift the legs, which weighed more than 100 pounds, while her father gutted and quartered the animal and then used a bone saw to take off the ribs. Next he began removing various organs for his biology class. He wanted to use the eyes for dissection. When he tried to hand them to his daughter, she finally rebelled. "I can't," she said, shuddering.

In the summers, she took swimming lessons in a Red Cross program at a lake, in water so cold it turned her blue and had kids digging in their heels at the shore. "They'd report to our parents that we were afraid of the water," Ketchum remembers. Chuck thought his kids should learn "how to handle extreme conditions," Heather recalls, and he dared the older Heath children to sleep outdoors on the coldest snowy night.

Nobody watched much television. The Carter family had a battered old set that worked for about one hour a day before it conked out. The Heaths had a working one, but Chuck was always snapping it off and hustling the kids outside, and in the summer he put it away altogether.

On Sundays, Sally, now 68, exercised her own influence, shuttling the children to church for lessons in devotion. A lean outdoorswoman with feathered brown hair and a musical voice, she possessed "deep faith and convictions, hospitality, serenity in the eye of a storm," according to Heather. Though they were baptized Catholic as infants, they attended a small gray evangelical church, the Wasilla Assembly of God, and Sally enrolled them in summer Bible camps directed by the pastor.

On the family's long hikes and camping expeditions, Palin absorbed her parents' dueling views. "Sally is very devoted . . . and Chuck worships Mother Nature," says Marilyn Lane, a longtime family friend. Chuck may or may not attend church, but he wanted the children to appreciate the "grandeur" of nature. He lectured them on wildlife biology and was such a tireless dispenser of information that friends called him "Mr. Almanac." He collected furs, bones, shells and skulls.
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Smoked marijuanHe would stop his children on a footpath and point to fossils etched in rocks. "How old do you think those are?" he would ask.
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Sally, meanwhile, wanted them to understand "the bounty of it all," she says. The wild game, meat and fish, "was a gift to have." Both messages penetrated. "We heard both sides and formed our own views," Chuck Jr. says.

The summer Palin was 12, she asked to be baptized at Bible camp and was dipped in the frigid waters of Beaver Lake. According to Heather's account of their conversion, "I vividly recall at about 10 years old, looking out at Alaska's beautiful scenery and wondering how anyone could not admit there was a God who created it."

There was one indisputable lesson the Heath children learned about the wilderness: how dangerous it was.

Once, a grizzly showed a frightening interest in the family car on a camping trip in Denali National Park. The Heaths were bedded down for the night after bagging a caribou, Sally and Chuck in one tent and the children in another, when they heard an ominous rustling. Sally peered out and saw the enormous bear just outside the children's tent. It was eyeing the caribou they had strapped to the top of the car.

"We heard this grunting," Chuck Jr. remembers. His father raised his rifle and told Sally to train the flashlight on the bear, but she was trembling so badly that the beam wavered. Chuck didn't want to take a potshot in the dark. Instead he put himself between the bear and the children, and yelled at them to run for the car. He followed them, and the family huddled behind the windshield while the bear circled the car for half an hour. At one point it stopped, put its paws on the door and pressed its nose to the window.

NANO REPRISE 2009

Barbara Hand Clow wrote the following “around” the new moon of end of october 2008: “Humans and societies function within cycles that are mirrored in the sky by the locations of the planets and the Moon going around the Sun. Just as it is possible to consider the basic personalities of the people invited to a party and predict what kind of party might result, it is possible to use planetary analysis to anticipate the qualities of the human social field on Earth during a given period of time. Astrology can predict how individuals might be feeling, just by knowing the archetypal influence of each planet plus the Moon. Just like a wild rock-n-roll dance party is very different from a black-tie dinner party, life on Earth is very different during wartime than it is during peacetime. Astrology also states clearly when an influence begins and is finished; this makes it possible to look back or go forward in time to identify patterns.

Meanwhile, the Elite (powers-that-be that control the world) debunk astrology while using it as a tool to predict human behavior to perpetrate their power games. This site observes how some global political powers use astrology to stay one step ahead of the people.:: Omicron NanoTechnology GmbH ::

Astrology is the highest art for analyzing human behavior, and smart people use it. AstroFlash! looks at how the Elite might be planning events for us during the end of the Mayan Calendar, and it offers tips on how to live better amidst such transformative times. Also, this astrological analysis includes the influences of the Days and Nights of the Galactic Underworld-1999-2011, based on Carl Johan Calleman's time acceleration hypothesis, which explores Nine Underworlds of evolution in the universe over 16.4 billion years. AstroFlash! explores how individuals can succeed and be free and happy during the remainder of the Mayan Calendar.

How have we gotten to this critical juncture? Why are 1999 through 2011 so critical for the survival of our species? My recent book Catastrophobia (2001) theorizes that we are afflicted with a crippling, species-level, post-traumatic stress syndrome that I call "catastrophobia". This trauma complex developed 11,500 years ago as the result of a great cosmic catastrophe in our solar system. This malaise in the collective psyche of our species deepened during thousands of years after the 9500 BC cataclysm, when our ancestors endured starvation and horrific environmental stress. Before this time during the Regional Underworld-100,000 BC through AD 2011--Earth was the Garden of Eden; we experienced oneness with our planet. These events that separated us from nature are deeply buried in our minds. Just like adults who once endured early-childhood abuse that they've largely forgotten, we must heal ourselves by recovering these memories and understanding how they have changed us.

Catastrophobia presents a biotech company that develops and markets differential gene profiling technology for down stream study of gene expression, regulation, diagnostic, predictive toxicology and therapeutic purposes. The company is situated in the Greater Boston area biotech hub and commercializes proprietary gene expression kits, services and technologies to accelerate and enhance the discovery of new markers. evidence that Earth's axis did not tilt very much before 9500 BC, when the cosmic disaster disarranged the whole solar system. Therefore, AstroFlash! is structured by seasonality--equinoxes and solstices-because once the axis tilted, early humans quickly learned how to maximize their potential by arranging their lives by the seasons. Seasonality is not taGeneExpression Systemsken into account much in modern times, but it actually has a huge influence on human consciousness. George W. Bush invaded Iraq exactly during the Spring Equinox of 2003 because the Elite knew this moment had formative potential. This was also Day Tree of the Galactic, so this invasion caused events that will influence the rest of the Galactic Underworld.

Once Earth's axis tilted 11,500 years ago, the new seasons necessitated agriculture for human survival, and gradually hunter-gatherer cultures gave up their ways of life that were in harmony with nature. Focus on the seasons and lunar cyles goes way back to more than 10,000 years ago, which is why AstroFlash! examines them in detail. I've discovered ancient ways to balance our consciousness by showing how to use the potentiality of each season with intention. I believe that we must utilize the potential of this quarterly pattern to slowly integrate our neurological systems with the changes caused by the recently tilting axis. Like Humpty Dumpty falling off his wall, we can't put ourselves back together again. We can use the cycles of the Moon to master our emotions very effectively when the lunar analysis is understood in light of the four seasons. This technique really helps us handle time acceleration.

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avuncular renegades from Besswax Heaven, where the angelic wrote scripts about the magnificence of the worms endeavours, others just trod on unblended by the extrav beeanth yore, after habitude and Consueal the Rorty gang bustered with the sennet, and seats were sold with the couches for an eloquent gesture of arse made round the nighthalls for a wagon of jelly they, stooping in the litlamp promenade, bathing in the forty something smackspectaculr Hastings Girlsin the denim blue dress ran up to the Owner of the Yelton, calling him a Fat Wanker. Pisshead across the street, bneing boirthed yeronner from Rumdigger postcode fx45 2c, wrote back to me saying he hadn’t called her a bitch, but a bloody tourist, roaming round Men’s Hells for a good scene. That made him swallow. And as he thought “Crikey of Rileye” I’ll have to sea craggy green about that unless the Winderstruck bombshells calls, then its nadooks for Egyptians if I’ve a half swallow in me I’ll be… But he never had the chance to finishete the pretty, because latelyeliet and tardily bunched in rags, barreled over the bar for the chinks Charity Bottle, and then legged it out the boozer. Farmers in Washington noticed the sea swell underneath their bedeviled castle when that turned yellow and sour, he thought she said, swore, never to build a castle without a moat and fact. Drainage levels near zero. Dambusters nightly on Sundays pouring Romance down the guilltine of Tv. Barfed. That sent Sally to the hospital as her Fluke was in Casualty with the geezer from Knightsbridge having just had his head kicked in by the norther posse. Latitude wet fifty found them banking way too much foranIcicle and they were sold out by scum from A European enclave. They daid fuck you back to the nurse when she told and insisted no treatment until they showed some cause to sober up, at which point out came the whiskey, “to steady my head, dear.”

BEMUSED BY HER LACK OFBERMUDAS

Welsh Celtica
 Nine powers of nine flowers,

Nine powers in me combined,

Nine buds of plant and tree.

Long and white are my fingers

As the ninth wave of the sea.

- Hanes Blodeuwedd
Mae Parc Cenedlaethol Bannau Brycheinog yn cwmpasu 519 o filltiroedd sgwâr (1,344 km²). Sefydlwyd y Parc yng nghanolbarth Cymru ym 1957, ac mae’n cynnwys rhai o’r tirweddau mwyaf cyfareddol ac amrywiol yn Ewrop.

Dyma gartref Pen-y-Fan gyda’i chopa coch gwastad nodweddiadol – copa Hen Dywodfaen Coch uchaf ym Mhrydain .
 
The Pantheon

Below are listed the major gods and goddesses known in
Welsh mythology, along with a listing of magical powers
associated with them.

 The Goddesses

Arianrhod (ari-an-rod): "Silver Wheel"; star or sky goddess; goddess of reincarnation; Full Moon goddess. Her palace is called Caer Arianrhod (Aurora Borealis). She is "The great queen". Archetypical form of the mother goddess in Ireland. She was three-shaped: Badb, Macha and Nemainn. She fought aiding the Tuatha de Danaan. Manly seen as a goddess of war and love. Some references to the sumerian goddess Inanna.

See her shrine at the top.

ON THE Work of Steve Lehar...and the Standing Wave

tepid then hot drawn and into it all into the west coast hey up to the morning and the forests and the wide spaces of timber yards and shellg rey wood huts and camper vans and low rise tin roofs. miles of trees quebec iroquis. the five nations the seven nations the ochinubska railway the indian treaty the fire in the belly of the globe that is alive taking me into the wildfires of the alaskan night....a voice in my head, the man from the dreams at Burla Island from Tir Na Og saying en France said dites moi: “”As I have been speaking about this experiment and others that emerged from other unhttp://goldenmean.info/gravitycode/iversities, over the years, I mentioned the possibility that we could be enabled to model or understand the 'high dimensions' through which the signal may have transversed, by the Golden Mean or PHI.

I related, over the years, that PHI would be the first localised form of the virtual, and in making cosmological models that are post-infinite maps. Mentioning that PHI would be the best model of coherence, or highest order, that is the simplest pathway by which the nature of this dimension could translate, or mirror in personification, the coherent pathways of those vacuum hyperspaces, even though they may be post-PHI therein. Never-the-less in our localised spatial dimension, PHI would be the simplest constant which would personify the unique signals of these N-spaces. Naturally I was influenced in making such above cosmological speculative models, by basic material on PHI by colleagues.

My colleague Daniel Winter, (who studied with the later Buckminster Fuller, and is an expert on sacred geometry, in the sense of being a public hero in exposing and breaking down into more understandable terms for the layman, many arcane sacred geometrical principles and relationships, which the public at large has never been exposed to before), predicted now, for several years, that faster-than-light signals would be found to travel in the PHI ratios.

His own modelling bore this out. He also has another angle, logic and theory for this, whereby the faster-than-light dimensions are domains of pure fractal implosion, in every direction the greater superluminal harmonics to infinity. This particular article has come into formation, when Dan asked me for references upon my mentioning PHI harmonics in superluminal tunnelling, whilst we were lecturing together in SION, Switzerland, September 2000.
“ th:: Omicron NanoTechnology GmbH :: there is no universally accepted theory of how the brain actually codes perceptual or experiential information.”


“It’s not my belief that computers are communicating. I know they are.”

Theta Capricorni (θ Cap / θ Capricorni) is a star in the constellation Capricornus.θ Capricorni is a white A-type main sequence dwarf with an apparent magnitude of +4.08. It is approximately 158 light years from Earth.
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This photo shows IC4604 as a rich area of nubulosity in Scorpius and Ophiuchus, including dark nebulae, red emission nebulae, blue reflection nebulae, and an unusual orange reflection nebula illuminated by the light from Rho Ophiuchi. Visual reality, while not so spectacular, is still striking. Here are the words of Steve Coe: "Faint, very, very large, irregular nebula with Rho OPH involved. This dim glow is best in the 10X50 binoculars. This entire system is on the edge of one of the Largest dark nebulae in the skies. About one degree away to the north-west is the area William Herschel called 'A Hole in the Heavens.' This dark nebula is so thick that a Large scope at 100X will not show one star. You must see for yourself how fascinating it is to be awash in the Milky Way one minute and in a complete void the next."

Final Chapter/Just a Beginning/ 2 Way Street To H2 Dicta

Movin House! I’ma movin up to da White House and that’s where you can find me. the Dc Reschel Grids now coming into effect as well as inclusion from equivalent sources are all reporting the same thing; from each dimension. The coordinating Hierarchy, obviously that M you are in touch with can and doesd agree on this as step by stp approach. Kin I Imix, and the birthing Place of the Red Dragon and the alternatie real time that has presupoposed itself upon and made us all fell that one human and one life is one jpo. Now that we are moving its pay off the renatals and the landlords, pay out the final credits and messes slips to the folks back home and start to see Alaska now as another place for a holiday. Phew. Because I dont want to go back that was such hard work, hiding out up there with my knowledge. Give me a vabin in da roads fooot yello person and now inside angle views are happening I ahae and 290 j8 fruthering your ffrustration now no hawrmful to only self therefore alignment divinity and claim jsut cause here as this anchoring process is now completed... for further research looking at this as a possibility to link Bending time with Scientific Accomploishments "every little action counts" now we rebuild and buider veider finesse and plomp!

Uranus lies beyond the rings of Saturn and is thus a major step in evoking that state of transformation whereby the self conscious individual merges i

The square roots and their reciprocals of certain number would appear to be related directly to the measurements and their fractal expression of specific ancient reckoning counts. As we have seen above, some of the more commonly known day-counts relate directly to the measurements of the Great Pyramid.

The square roots and their corresponding reciprocals of the number 2, 5, and 10 appear to relate easily to the series of numbers within the ancient reckoning system. Further, other numbers, such as the square root and reciprocal of seven also occupy a prominent place within the ancient reckoning system as we have seen here and in other essays within the Earth/matiX series of essays.

yesterday I got fucked hard on a street corner by... and then when the election results came through I just couldn't believe it

 I can’t afford to not stay, and well done bra girls with boots up to their astral later came through to the Olde grande tourist and made it clear, friends for life, eh? Said one from Peru. Pouring espresso at Lolitas request bundling up business cards and roses laid back nonchalant in the Clarence for tea after with Johnty. There was a red Merc in the winda, a flower girl in the fulest stride you ever did see and skirts everywhere flying like flags to poor dandy’s who always felt outnumbered. Alienation had come and gone and returned with a brevity that was less flash in pan and more Hey ho Watson. Namby pamby came and went as did Hows yer fther and that biscuit had moved from sweetness of digestive custard and cram to new name for Punani or bread. Bagels were rock solid the morning after even if brought in Brooklyn and the thought of flying again acroos el Atlantico made the gut swirl with the lack of enthusios for the jet lag. On Hotel we came to plum our round and cute added to asses with lardyness and non carus mundo for where we went we always had beer. Down and outs in Mexico who had relocated to new Mexico in order to be nearer the canyon were making new business contacts for their photocopy sellers, and the plot was thickened by Chernobyll later that year as I was there sunning on a beach when the rain came down so I said, well, given that you can’t blame me can you? Somewhere in this the new laws arose up spewing into frothy cups of lava truths that we could feel but not see. Yeah yeah. I sat down with Emerald Eyes reddenerd by Chloe’s indifference to Pete, and the painter mde headway with explanations about Egypt, as if I didn’t know. Now there came a swoosh. Olympids made headlines, so did numerous odd and off the f wall characters called by themselves celebs, and I didn’t see a cook in sight in London not anywhere. Then in Cnneticutt with the lama dn the high kala we undressed mauve clad nuns because they delighted in the tantra of it. Ah you must be a beatnik. Ah you must be an artist. Ah. Sayeth another, how’da get al that money. Time tells and tells all in the end a nd Shelley said it right ways up if only two hundred years later was in advance of time he’d have had sald for breakfast in Salamanders if he was alive now I’d say. The taxi shook and grunted hauling us out into the green and roick of the York bridge, as Merlot and Wells and Bennet passed by fluttering above our necks their old tirades. Secen twons for seven sisters. The headliners were Indecent Frntage and the Price of Haven when Cathy 

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Your assessment of the phrase is excellent. Due to evolutionary necessity we must become less theoretical and ideological and become more practical and responsible in our stewardship of our time here and our relationship to the sustainability of our environment, including other sentient beings. If we're not progressive we're regressive or anti-progressive, since evolution is a one way street and there's no way to simply stand still. Interdependence is the constant reality of our environment, and we must learn that we also are interdependent with other life forms. This view ultimately leads that we should pull together for the common good so we can share rewards and well being in common. If the failure of the one leads to the weakening of the whole, then it is in the interests of all to care for each other, lest the brain die when the kidneys fail or one being's disease create an epidemic.

Com + passion = fellow feeling. There are many ways to express these in our world. For one, working hospice. For another, philanthropic works. For another, opening human potential. For another, creating a soup kitchen for the poor. For another, serving a greater good for present and future learners. The reason for the descriptor "practical" is due to the Earth quality of what Saturn is showing us. Merely believing oneself to be serving often misses the mark, since service, being ultimately an Earth quality, must be anchored in some practical "real" form. That what Saturn offers in this opposition, expressing a quality of the Uranus in Pisces, however that can be realized by our individual Spirit. Great thread of discussion.

The Seventh Ray of Ceremonial Magic

Venus is headed for a rendevous with Uranus in the middle of all this Pisces Aquarian gamma ray bursts energisers detect the burbp and I am told before the data arrives it’s an alignment Uranus has with andromeda (the return of Woman). they say they can do it their way and survive here too withut upsetting the balance. What matters is Neptune’s stavbility here and the rendevous Venus is having NOW iwith Ophichius on Hello Eve Night We and I shed our last fears and embarked, we believe, further inot the direction of Virgo.... but who knows MIM’s shift to Libra or Virgo? reaccessing the primal database. Functioning in equlivalent valences chance came upon me that night and brought orange juice to m ein the morning pen in my hand on his head soothing a fever. he was hotter than the sun for the castus in him had found his best roud i the aquifer eternally refelable would find a way
Uranus in Esoteric Astrology
I was looking for NGC 7576 7585 7592 7666 and 7663 for clues and cues as to uranus’ next move. What was it completing? As the esoeric ruler of astrology and LIbra said : In order for the energies of Uranus to express themselves in a conscious way in a person’s life, he must pass through Saturn’s ~Door~. This means that he has created an integrated personality, linked with the soul force, and is thus a spiritually responsible individual. More likely than not, such a person is linked to a sense of group purpose and is very service orientated.

There is quite a difference in the way Uranus functions in the personality chart and the way its energies externalise once Soul contact has been established.

Uranus on the personality level is always indicative of creating difference through the use of the will. A strong personality centered Uranian (that is, Uranus rising, The Sun or Moon in Aquarius, to conjunct opposing or square Uranus, or Uranus at the MC) will strive to be different just for difference’ sake. In this respect, dressing very unconventionally, seeking out avante garde or bohemian friends, and in extreme cases, engage in pointedly antisocial behaviour patterns.

These are not at all negative traits in themselves, for such people strike at the core of the established order (that is Saturn) and create a perspective whereby society must question its values. Yet when such values are not consciously linked to the soul and to group intent from the level of the Higher Self, personal whims and egocentric motives are often at the center of such activities and practices.

This means that he has created an integrated personality

Uranus functioning though the soul level has quite a different purpose. As the ruler of Libra, the unfolding of Uranus in the consciousness of one of the Fixed Cross leads to the reversal of the wheel of destiny. Libra represents a pause, a moment of soul focussed reflection, a place wherein the values and energies of the personality and the soul meet and are balanced against each other. The individual can thus make the choice of his or her direction, and wither move onto a greater sense of material expression in Virgo, or take the test of one who willingly battles to walk the Path in Scorpio.

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A philosophical rationale for Whitman's linguistic unorthodoxy

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"I sometimes think the Leaves is only a language experiment-that it is an attempt to give the spirit, the body, the man, new words, new potentialities of speech-an American, a cosmopolitan ... range of self-expression. The new world, the new times, the new peoples, the new vista, need a tongue according-yes, what is more, will have such a tongue-will not be satisfied until it is evolved."
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205, 206, 207, 208, 250, 251, 252, 253, 254, 296, 297, 298, 2992. Quickens the urge to change the established order. Uranus is the planet of the Seventh Ray - Ceremonial Order and Magic. When its energies are stimulated, it allows one to be in tune with the relationship between the external order of life and the unfolding ~Will-To-Create~. Both ~cause~ and ~effect~ are cyclical in expression. Cause {First Ray, will and Power} is constantly stimulating matter to be the proper response to its initiating impulse. The seventh Ray is very much involved with the process of this fusion. Uranus functions in this respect as a vehicle which breaks down those forms that are no longer consistent with the involuntary and evolutionary movements of the Life Force. Yet this is not the anarchistic, egotistical, destructive power of Uranus that expresses on the personality level. The urge to change social structures and the prevailing collective ordering of life comes from an attunement to Cause and are effected through group function. The First Ray has a very direct and intimate relationship with the Seventh, as can be seen from the fact that Aries and Capricorn appear on both these lines of manifestation. Aries is the primary sign of the ~Will-to-Be~, while Capricorn, and its relationship to Saturn and the Third Ray, is very much connected to the forms and structures for that ~Beingness~

Final Day of the Election Standing Wave Pattern 2008-9

Barabara Hand Clow.... wrote this:
The great cataclysm disarranged the solar system and greatly disturbed many planetary patterns. For example, Uranus tilts 90 degrees on its axis. Uranus rules cultural transformations, and by its foundation chart, the United States is very influenced by Uranus. Now that we are moving into the Age of Aquarius, which Uranus rules, the USA is poised to become the global empire. AstroFlash! incorporates the birth chart of the USA in 1776, which is in the Methodology which follows. The ancients discovered they could assess politics realm by examining the conjunctions of Jupiter and Saturn every twenty years-the Trigons. The current Elite, the "Bushites", seized the agenda of the recent May 2000 Trigon. This has enabled them to run the show during the Galactic Underworld, so this site examines their obvious use of astrology. It offers advice on how individuals can get out oStudy Says Pride And Shame Are Biological, Not Cultural | Scientific Bloggingf the way, as the so-called "leaders" create mass-trauma events, such a 9/11. These things are done because they stimulate catastrophobia and fear.
The researchers coded the athletes' head, arms and body positions. They found that winning athletes, both sighted and blind and across all cultures, tended to raise their arms, tilt their head up and puff out their chest. Also largely universal were the expressions of defeat, which include slumped shoulders and a narrowed chest.

The researchers found that, to some extent, culture moderated the shame response among sighted athletes. It was less pronounced among individuals from highly individualistic, self-expression-valuing cultures, primarily in North America and West Eurasian countries. However, congenitally blind athletes across cultures showed the shame response, suggesting that the cultural difference found among sighted athletes was due to the Western cultural norm of hiding one's shame.

"These findings support evolutionary accounts that pride and shame would have been powerful mechanisms in enhancing or inhibiting an individual's social status," says Tracy.
AstroFlash! breaks the four seasons down into three lunar cycles within the context of major planetary transits. I offer some lunar and seasonal chart comparison with background charts (see Methodology) by means of combust (less than 1 degree by conjunction) aspects. We begin with how you can master seasonality. This is written for people north of the equator, yet if you live south of the equator, just reverse summer and winter.

Seasonality

The New Year is not January 1st! The new year-the Spring Equinox-occurs around March 21, when the Sun enters 0 degrees Aries by geocentric astrology. For Earth, this is when the Sun is directly over the equator. Then it tracks north until it reaches the Tropic of Cancer at 0 degrees Cancer during the Summer Solstice around June 21. Then it turns back and crosses over the equator at 0 degrees Libra during to the Fall Equinox around September 23. It moves south of the equator until it reaches the Tropic of Capricorn at 0 degrees Capricorn on the Winter Solstice around December 21. Then the Sun seems to move north again for its return to the equator for the next Spring Equinox. Of course, the Sun only seems to move in this pattern from Earth's view, since the phenomena is caused by the tilt of Earth's axis as it orbits the Sun during a solar year.

The modern calendar abuses our * Auriga - Replacing Helios as the sun god.
* Centaurus - A brother and sister teaching team.
* Corvus - Blaming the messenger.
* Hercules - Oracle for the strong.
* Hercules - Invoking brother to sister.
* Hercules - Shooting the sun.
* Lyra - Apollo's musical child.
* Ophiuchus - Apollo's healing child.
* Orion - A deadly brother - sister spat.
* Sagitta - Whose arrow is it? conciousness! The time to make plans for each year is during the Spring Equinox, not during the so-called "New Year". The most philosophical and spiritual time of the year is the Winter Solstice, which is reduced to addictions and consumerism by Christmas shopping, eating, and drinking. In fact, December 21st to March 21st, the last quarter of the year, is our yearly completion time. The special days and nights right before the Winter Solstice are the most mystical time of the year, and we should meditate for hours during this time. Then when the Sun is in Capricorn, Aquarius, and Pisces before the Spring Equinox, we should be deepening our understandings of all the things we have learned during the last nine months-the previous Spring Equinox to the Winter Solstice.There is absolutely nothing else to add to this evening's wonderful speech by our next Vice President. I think it is going to be a hoot to watch the Obama hugging MSM take it apart. Andrea Mitchell looked like she'd lost her best friend while she was interviewing Rudy Giuliani. I'm just very proud of our next Vice President. Unfortunately, Willow Palin stole the show! A star has been born.

The Text of the Speech:
Mr. Chairman, delegates, and fellow citizens: I am honored to be considered for the nomination for Vice President of the United States...

I accept the call to help our nominee for president to serve and defend America.

I accept the challenge of a tough fight in this election... against confident opponents ... at a crucial hour for our country.

Property of Daryl Spears 2008-2016

SATurday on the couch difuckingesting the abomination of Bushwacjer’s Legacy. Now, Tuesds. slumped grump ref 6th day but 69 and counting. 34 minutes. Left side half packed. Upside. Cash in wallet. Fighting mind. And tension high. Question to race and find. Grin. Cheer. And beever Canyon calling. Hodge Posdge And Smiley George crapping on a day that is otherwhordly sand sensible. Crap Podge gained a leg hold on my ass crapping and crunching ridiculously. The Scene. Ten thousandth of an inch thick. Graphene. And greedy rocked. A Pink guitar and a subteranean A. Deluge from Waqles. < Desire from Yes Finally to Arie, They dont leave much time to Celebrate. Cruck of Clunk ing morhpogenetic mind. Novembre Decembre. Lilou made me Sit. Meditate and visualize. Mike’s in high Spirits. Problems met with Npoise and Musack. Tin shoed gals wreck the peace. I need a place or a Ne Mind. Aie. A NEw Mind. Needed. Now. They say, this one is Time. A whole lot has waited in the background tho my mind is shadowy with tiredness. I’m lucky to have this roof. I hate feeling the stuffed shirt of the Land lord breathing down my neck. Another mistake. Another shift. Another pressure I cannot take. Today’s onloy saving grace. Lovejoy has departed and he’s left me with ten hundred videos burned discs and sheets drenched in my black mascara and his residue. There\’s a moon up there somewhere. Nearly full too. Jennifer has called in from Venice. Jim rolled me out of bed on six hours sleep and made me deal with it: more bad news. Now I owe Shit Cunt a month’s rent. And shit cunt is crud in mind? I try to speak nice. Soften the edge. “They” are making me swear. And so I swore. Omghofuckn Ch. Wta Fck, Palava. Speaking of India. On my mind new mantra from Dattatreys, very complex and i dont know how to say it. And then Id di some visulaising. Tried to visulise a place. Somewhere I can overlook the sea, after all, that is why I am here. Ah. I tried. As Dwight instructed. However, Jim and Funky Dunk’s meta Morose Vibe hit me swell hard. And found me reeling into an apathetic “oh well, at least I got a l...” in. There seems to be a point beyond which I can’t think. And I seem to be a frustrted bunny, who probably should get some sleep. I have tried. Now it’s the sixth day and somehow by some strange Confluence I’m looking at four years here. Hard to not conclude in the negative. My mood swung today. Rollicked out of bed. Punched, literally, by the shock of its behaviour. Stunned that even He could be too bright. I feel chrd. The thin edge of a sharp tongued Censor nudgin me clonker. Parasooth. Veratrythe Me? I do seMatchcematica hermetica. Todeder off tae swinbarn and rack up thirteen. Fcj, Ick. And she smiles. I’ve had to pek up me large dah. Can yae swivel? Check da Mune! Fuel and swipe sweat reaperters on my todd forgetting Casdh to drink and rest. Krack. Schrack. Dems ferwerks ave been goin off all day. Wherdya? k Lm. m Later . Now 6pm. Music synthesis and that’s better than it all. She “ i pod? Drat. State lines and state funding. 14 billion on OUR living situation. Hellish as it can be. If it custs us forteen villion... Hav ye Nae bin to India Laddie. Them trap Conservatives should shut it, or gp will reduce thar liffey. Nae. Kan ya see Caemerathorn inDelhi fer five minutes on his todd? Or MArdarme Laardy? Twof and skip. Nuisance guineas and gold. All passing throught the sixth Day lens Now. For this...in twenner minutos alesandro Bajelo Georgeous Georgey, Archduke and Prince has 68 to go through. Pres R Elect makes nonstop new adjustments to flight plan buy the hour HUT the Hour! Time’s Affordable these days and the beer flows freely from the Royal hhouses to the makeshift lamp and the boxey shorts Princess Wore Nightly. Outside storm clouds at a NOvember fulol moon. Beauty. Crashed through a case came in waking up the spanglers and Ministerised to Her fans from the kitchen, plodding round barefoot at my beqwest.

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New Ur Document

Now thought had me by the hadron and Cerne up and runging through children’s minds the warp and the woof od the teacher’s barking mad fear. Semblance of tranquilty later in the fractality of a park. The Queen wore white and looked virginal. Phil wore a latex tux and in lime green pantaloons rushed forward to say Howdy Doopy Dog. The biscuit was fresh and the park laden. I was inside my own mind and loving every aquare fractal inch of it, and yet still oak trees were oak trees and beer was beer. We sailed up off Top Street for Top Shop and swallered a large tonne of fish jokes before embarking on the Q & A Palisarde directive. I wished for a Guru and found one, tossing him by the wayside like a stray cut throat black cat from Borneo; milliseconds later, there were feasts for swallow eyes when Tariffs bearing beauty made their round on the footstall. Haberdashers and ironmongers, ecplisoids and pentagrammers, ideographs and geodesic types made laughter sail through the winf. El Banko had said it would all go collapso, but every nigger knows the worm hole is in essence a diametric opposite to chaos or catasrophe. The labyrinth has a plughole. Every om has an ouch. Every joy has a spurt of love juice, and one simply has to come. Best not avoid the coming and rushing ands compressing, they said, and git yrself a step ladder ahead of the old oilstuff, I wrote later that Wittgenstein could be understood through the hiatus he made in the teaching world for those long fourteen years; I never qwuite understood why death seemed to be around us until they the head and the prof and through a thousand tears and eyes and mirages finding that one man amidst the many burning bushes. I tried to explain it. I tried to savour it. In the end I just made art out of it. But heart, the dear ones and the flowersd in the inner circle insisted, there was more to evolution even there, even more than love is the love the creator has for man, for woman the goddess descending nine nights a year; for the man and the boy, the girl and the child, the bamboo shoot and the acacia, for the lemon yellow Donovan toting bag wearing hipster who had defied his own goodness in order to fit the cogs in the wheel had decided that the way up was Hadron and the collider was our

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The ur, twisting inside me. The intestines of life and the luyre playing tricks, or pretending, am I both? THE DIRECTIVES are clear enough. Since Colin’s departure its been all go one and al. I have no right to grumble. I DO HAVE A RIGHT TO GRUMBLE. AND I HAVE A RIGHT TO PLEA A CASE.  

The yellow flowered hair of the girls.


Pints with Paukl and Where’s Bren?

NMushrooms on the Hob, and the bacon’s cooking nicely. Has it really been two months?
Can I sift off here and enjoy the process? Michae> il seems to think it an excellent idea. What a day.

curled up in new bed new view with new thoughts

Bare rolling and watching the telly, its truck me one afternoon as I surveyed the para Olympics that this was hr year we would. Beijing and parachute drops from twenty thousand. Ashamed to admit. Delighted to announce. Chantalle Petticlaire and the onederfu way this has happened. Now there is the new start, a desire and huge feat made. Theres something in the air; seven years later, in Tibet as the panchen Lama and the Entourage make their own way through the fires. I, carrying fag and lunch of vodka and juice and dreams that I once had, rolling down the hill in sixteenth position through Sough up Ealing Broadway. Ere mate. Gis us a hand with that limit. See that? Tanni and Wannit. Wearing a Phelpsian desire of five medals. And I decided that we would and we could and we shouldn’t let the poor dame pass up the chance for a sickette note. Downstream guards hid in the bushes at Long Walk, Upstream stares as the delights and the folie coupe du Grace was launched downtown. She was shiny she was shirty she wore pantyhose up under he nighty. He was handsome that one was quick and the world reverberated with Compassion now that the paralympic flame has been lit. We curled up on couches and cried for Louisa as she ran the last haf mile with only one hand inside her; the hearts were dragons, the Hsng Hou dynasty said it was best, how they made their fortune pulling rigging across the high seas I just don’t know. Its her birthday, said to explain for her behanviour dancing and ringin in the night, poor bloke from Kitwe wth a black eye sounding very dour about it all. Upscaled at Paddingtons, passage through tubes to the Victoria Express we were lining up for delights when she lifted her dress now we are back at home drinking eating pizza and loving with smiles and gless and truths that we feel on the floor in black boots the one we made up and the one we left behind and the truth and the farce of it and under their milks white steaming session of a weightlifiting Powerball of a night the glum yellow brick faced Van Gogh left behind wioed off with a European smile. PppAre pare. Duttare. Com. The shinin lamp upon the roads of our own hearts had been lit, and I felt a surge of compassion and sadness; embarrassment at myself, and yet, understanding. How we are and have been a compassionate world; how wee care why we care what we care about and what it is that we do and can unify around. The younf wan yes tit up the old crocker was telling me, His father worked fa Bmw and that was a white propellor ain the dei sky on the hub. I played with Clarkie as a babs, Yellow jacket. Bee. Watch out it sings and it stings, through the corridor a hearty laugh and a notebook came from the Near East. The flame was lit from the temple of Heaven as the galactic center passed overheard this year we crammed into the tube station near ten pm and found ourselves sitting opposite a right little minxer who was it seemed most definitely tho she was of course there with her mother of which of course there is no doubt that she was yor honour on this squireHe let us pass by. The four squaddies making their own way up to the barracks later, understanding that we had a special dispensation to see the Queen’s Grounds when we lit our cigarettes, questions would have been asked but in no sense were we trammeled by any of it. The wave of compassion swept through the nation some four days later, and it was welcome as we dsi we had to now and we did welcome the High Priestess of the Annuaki and the Sumerian Babylos roared into the fire again. Once outsde the stadium we were picked off by a couple of right Royal trests and they shared a moped ride so 

the very next day, january first 2009

DREAM. Inside the alletys, offices, ups tairs Cosmoplitan delights hide the sophistication of the sub dynamic enterpise. The infinite subtlty and display of forms breaking round the corner the hungaryyan Magyr makes full strides twice nightly up to Town. Perk nipples rouged for him. Her arms. Their kinky endeavours. Truht is in the conceptual dynamics of the Ninth Dimension, and all wil be revealed. She whispers to me, later that night, in the yellow haze of the candles we have lit to receive him that I am further on now and that the awareness and the Soul choices also come clearer. Stacking shelves, at home, Stace makes her legs taut on the counter so he can take her quickly. Theres not much time between toilet breaks and lunch, she says to him. But you can find me waiting behind the pellets. A New Yorker has made his himome routwe to Yo nkers for just just such a sweet seweeting Englsih rose without prickles. Ancient forces occupy center stage. &^% BC is processed. The Diamonf LD > flying Garuda, prophecy trelelfton *9 made it through, I , hunfer. Make it so.

It’s the 20th. Phew and blammoed by the rejection at the Royal Lees hut his head the bands playing vertiggio on the doormat, several edges conundrum builders heads with vertex swartes made by Heaven. Nightly queen bess at the bar on Saturday. The white shirt pulled up round her heavy midriff. Love they tell me doesn’t observe; or is afraid of accepting what it observes. 

Phones ringing off the hool, these rapa and their friggin girlfriends opinions poluutating the environments. Outside we strum our guitars, happily oblivious. Down at the Oak, theres new buds ready for autumn, and Missy’s nearly pregnant and Her Friend is too. When the old man showed her how to out it out the only thought in her mind was that she had finally figured out how someone became pregnant. Cor blimey. So that’s how it happens. After that she systematically pretended, I don’t know. And hoped she was never asked. Of course and now that’s over, the springs hope and the buildup latent shrubs in Kensington, now flowers and concerts have passed. An eternity rose up from Jupiter. A cloud of clrty smacker, made the Elspeth min me qwak, Lemmings rubbed noses with forthright ganymedes cruised the Nile, everyone was a subjective conjunct and the labella made noise when she ripened. Onward entelechy, romanced Keats. Onward enantiamorphia. Musaaes revered in Maya quoted vertiginous verse from the high altiude of working class life. In whent Y’isis. Out came Circe. In went Minerva. Out whalloped and outclapped by Eurydice, the churchbells slayed. I am a tourist, he shouted. Quizzicked by meandering watchers, smokey joe nobbleiffers and butters in the plenitude, last year made by Silence, wished they hadn’t seen the eloquence. Strut wenched and ambivalent engineers hoped they would have it in them to barf. Long time phone callers, switchcard operators and Mendacious Stamp Collectors were all bedeviled when it came to buying the bacon, swotting flies off the crackhole with the Daniel chapter from the frech national bibliotecha. Worlwind. Vortex. Tornado. Pomegranat, the sincerity was remarkable. Humbled by the sheer exactitude and explanatory potentioal of the aforesaid Immobilius Mundi, I wrote a scrapheap into magenta on the Fosters Bar cap. Tense moments ensues as Deaf by lightening ordered his vesitgular and round bottomed Annexe from Poloratugatoral in West pughkeepsie Buzzed the door for the late night lock in. Vanquished by the bill paying extrav, invertebrate dollars, fortnightly winter suits and endless sallied forth couches unizsed and sexed by Couch, ran the headline later that day to 

We bared the soul and Found the truth later that day, wed morning five a.m

and glory. Outside olde England, reorganized now, the Matrix and the countryside. Adlington bringing back 2 GOLDS ; the smashed record of Spitzx’s Era. Fading fast, growing licentiousness, cash in hand and freedom from shaeckles; the mighty roar as I camoe inside her nose. The endorphin rush up the birth cnala. The electric heels in the cocksure atance as brickety barbecues replaced by coal fired burners in the country attract nest embedders from all over. Sheep hang their lingerie off wooden rails, lilac slick tooth laden with dentistry biting into pink labial skin. The sunreplaced by roaring storms that bring in Codes from the Galactic Cxenter. I can’t quite believe Dvert called me again or that ghollyoaks attracts my attention. Fortune favours the enlightened. The sirtian codes come in all at once, the roof lifts off the skirts are off the knickers are off the shoesd are all over the floor theres a spilt coffee on her rose carpet, the crimson duvet is stretched across her naked body as Mary makes toast for the two of us as I take puctures. Al calls me over for a pint, and Mike makes it clear that his business is going to take off in the new year. Michael speaking to me quickly and rapidly, so much of it in code, so much of it making sense, so many risks. The day I worked out new key commands for the Mac is the day I spent my load making sure I didn’t spend my load. Skywalker meets Leila in the fountain of youth over in Bermondsey frogs make leaps into the coulm of light made by light. The nine dimensional has really released its potential I say, as I sdleep with the mask on my faveorite face, her little hand clutching my thumb as a girlchild goes to sleep secure in one sense. Mothers still beckon. Irregardless, irradiant, the Christine Child makes it clear. There must be something more now to evolve. Every pore, by the time I reach Grand Central on the 16th, every pore has opened with sewett yellow sticky plastic on car seats the olaboured tourists round up the cushy and go bowling barreling rolling haunting inebriating Yellowstone park generals make tiradeous notices to keep bears in order the great Nebual opens its gates to the new subatomic and protoxzoic. Feeling ice codes fueled by sun I take shelter from the rain and the blazing solar winds that came through this year. Our curtains roll green into the heart. New wood makes balances in the House. I take up book organizing and diplay myself to heroes welcome. Coides are made to lift up the energy, purification processes …. Made real as I look back to June 2 2005, and March 20 2002 and really find it all quite extraordinary. Here I am! She jumps in through the porch door and announces herself to me. Ah sweet love of wisdom. Sophia in trainers and trekky bottoms on carpet, sparking up a wedding Bong for the two of us starts rambling musoic talk and slippery fingers make wheels in the air as she showers me with compim,ents, I lift up my energhy and try to meet the intensity. God making manifest a divinity! God and Jesus and Mary as Heart Principles. The violet flower she shows me only after fifteen minutes, puilling aside she showing no fear unveils the sanctified source and growls. I make apoliogies as I wipe the trace of last years lust, and the heart amythyst crystal I hold to my own view absorbs the last malignant strains of 3rd density lechery. They are all beautiful. She brings me to the cadence of feeling tho I recognize all this I have also created myself; However, even as I reach inside the white bra strap’s metallic click laden endeavour grows to finger me. Her feelings are that we both created a divine reality to insure a decent time in this our last sojourn away from Home. In Amen, the kebab slaying woman reaches her maz at two a.m fortunes finding her sober enough to ask him back to her place. Red licking lips at the plastic table greatly excite her anticipatpry powers; the whole town, now, a whole twon, the grid locale, now a unified grid, the seventeen boys playing chase me facter Boy come round to see her THONGING. THER 

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Now thought had me by the hadron and Cerne up and runging through children’s minds the warp and the woof od the teacher’s barking mad fear. Semblance of tranquilty later in the fractality of a park. The Queen wore white and looked virginal. Phil wore a latex tux and in lime green pantaloons rushed forward to say Howdy Doopy Dog. The biscuit was fresh and the park laden. I was inside my own mind and loving every aquare fractal inch of it, and yet still oak trees were oak trees and beer was beer. We sailed up off Top Street for Top Shop and swallered a large tonne of fish jokes before embarking on the Q & A Palisarde directive. I wished for a Guru and found one, tossing him by the wayside like a stray cut throat black cat from Borneo; milliseconds later, there were feasts for swallow eyes when Tariffs bearing beauty made their round on the footstall. Haberdashers and ironmongers, ecplisoids and pentagrammers, ideographs and geodesic types made laughter sail through the winf. El Banko had said it would all go collapso, but every nigger knows the worm hole is in essence a diametric opposite to chaos or catasrophe. The labyrinth has a plughole. Every om has an ouch. Every joy has a spurt of love juice, and one simply has to come. Best not avoid the coming and rushing ands compressing, they said, and git yrself a step ladder ahead of the old oilstuff, I wrote later that Wittgenstein could be understood through the hiatus he made in the teaching world for those long fourteen years; I never qwuite understood why death seemed to be around us until they the head and the prof and through a thousand tears and eyes and mirages finding that one man amidst the many burning bushes. I tried to explain it. I tried to savour it. In the end I just made art out of it. But heart, the dear ones and the flowersd in the inner circle insisted, there was more to evolution even there, even more than love is the love the creator has for man, for woman the goddess descending nine nights a year; for the man and the boy, the girl and the child, the bamboo shoot and the acacia, for the lemon yellow Donovan toting bag wearing hipster who had defied his own goodness in order to fit the cogs in the wheel had decided that the way up was Hadron and the collider was our

saturn-pluto conjuncion out of date now but real relevant at the time

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Now thought had me by the hadron and Cerne up and runging through children’s minds the warp and the woof od the teacher’s barking mad fear. Semblance of tranquilty later in the fractality of a park. The Queen wore white and looked virginal. Phil wore a latex tux and in lime green pantaloons rushed forward to say Howdy Doopy Dog. The biscuit was fresh and the park laden. I was inside my own mind and loving every aquare fractal inch of it, and yet still oak trees were oak trees and beer was beer. We sailed up off Top Street for Top Shop and swallered a large tonne of fish jokes before embarking on the Q & A Palisarde directive. I wished for a Guru and found one, tossing him by the wayside like a stray cut throat black cat from Borneo; milliseconds later, there were feasts for swallow eyes when Tariffs bearing beauty made their round on the footstall. Haberdashers and ironmongers, ecplisoids and pentagrammers, ideographs and geodesic types made laughter sail through the winf. El Banko had said it would all go collapso, but every nigger knows the worm hole is in essence a diametric opposite to chaos or catasrophe. The labyrinth has a plughole. Every om has an ouch. Every joy has a spurt of love juice, and one simply has to come. Best not avoid the coming and rushing ands compressing, they said, and git yrself a step ladder ahead of the old oilstuff, I wrote later that Wittgenstein could be understood through the hiatus he made in the teaching world for those long fourteen years; I never qwuite understood why death seemed to be around us until they the head and the prof and through a thousand tears and eyes and mirages finding that one man amidst the many burning bushes. I tried to explain it. I tried to savour it. In the end I just made art out of it. But heart, the dear ones and the flowersd in the inner circle insisted, there was more to evolution even there, even more than love is the love the creator has for man, for woman the goddess descending nine nights a year; for the man and the boy, the girl and the child, the bamboo shoot and the acacia, for the lemon yellow Donovan toting bag wearing hipster who had defied his own goodness in order to fit the cogs in the wheel had decided that the way up was Hadron and the collider was our hearts and the nest embed had to be perfect and fractal. Gis a hug to an old Cabber would ya. The cab ride was short, up round Regent’s Park over York bridge and mercifully quiet for a taxi man. Saw we as two on our way to a meeting and well I might have enjoyed saying it was for a publisher. The Arturo in me was ignited, however. The great Maharashishi and his band were in town had invited us to a séance with a lovely Caligornian from glamorgian who had the nipples of a yum yum and the dress sense of Gouche. The true yellow sun parting through panes of glass high up in the lecture halls were dismissed by Elfrog Lumbert as mere derivatives of a salient moment when spent thrusting through thought about cultural diversity had finally bored into him he moved onward genetically down the laurbanock Halls of Poer and socialized himself into the political a dn technical aspects of fractal Harmonic Villages in Kitwe. The bartender was not amused; crowded lunchtime Saturday, the games on and the geezer wantsa chat about fractals. Tosser. Where does he git his Carsh from anyway. Elder statesemen of the Constabulary were perplexed when blushing bride had pulled out a pork pie hat, and how they found that all so amusing. As Tristram Shandy once wrote in his less than worthy dictionary addition to the speech of Pepys, the drowning man is not troubled by rain. El Rhudhar waxed. Three degrees lyric in Virgo had the swan digested the pound and was the race won at Ascot as they said it would be. Downstairs on the stairs Chloe was holding her head up high even tho she was now Ex. And Liinds was doing level best to not sway and sound interested, touting as she was fair hair and a lumpen proletariat kind of attitude on her very own twenty fourth birthday brought with funds made from nude modeling. Over in Dovver house, the yarn was spun about the seaweed spewing whale that had washed up from Donegal, and the two of them nattered on aimlessly, thinking that the two of us were some sort of intellectuals, just because we wore glasses, they damn near said. At the bar, the old Duke of Wellington who had lately taken to reading all of the collected works of William Shakespeare and Asmov looked bermused as Bermondsey when Patrick Wallace came on Five touting new views of the universe which was making it all sound very query. Later on that day Philip would Spare a fe bab fer Ricky because an E or two was absolutely necessary to keep him from losing his kahunas, and anyway, he had to face Entropy in the morning because he’d gone awf wiv Chloe that night after her birthday when she was in that red skirt. Adrian wasn’t either amused or sober enough to fake looking interested and just stared at her tits before asking if he coud write her a poem.. After the tagliatelle and the rovers and the barfield simpson epithet had passed down the lambshanks of druidism the fai toothed and stalwart pigeon englisher gave way to a night of kracked out karaoke and a joke box filled with Wallace Stevens and Rory Inderwood made a visit running in his half try in the London Marathon even after his Ricky came in third they said it wasn’t fai r that he was in the squad. Then came the night, deep night and the fawns around the embers after the evening of day erecting tent inn rain. I stood with Wallace at the corner of Fordingbridge and Somerset, downtown New York for several minutes on the corner before we ordered sandwiches, him having pickle extra hot made my mint sauce look right dany. We both lit green fuses and pottered over to Henry’s for a pint of miller and Anais absinthe, the lady who had done so well in her art world, was there propping up a number before buying us all another off the cuff round of drinks.. It was suberp as Britain is in its grrovvy outdated and quirkily irrelevant fashion; as now we’ve seen that there is in fact no chaos and the entrop isn’t and the plughole can be let out of any situation sanely, letting love rule was the order of the day. Quickly moving on between oceans and flights we scamped and drove west as far as we could arriving Redondo Mexicali for a two bit Cerveza to lop our motor engine in wo while we stood by looking at it in a pit. Laughter on the pacific highways. They were saying it was closing time and there we were at the bar and this was this and that was that. Camberwell, after the Five Nations became Seven,a dn then off to twickenham while you were in Cloakwell new Jersey for a guy who had begged you to come to Madras as a tourist. Love swelted at Jones beach and the high tide marks were wavering in everybody’s nostrils thick cubes of ice core samples, brevity quotations and ideas were hurtling at each other; not that we need a Hadron collidor exactly, but the shape is neat. Longtemps later, in the logyrythmic chamber we disidentified our natures and took new oaths. These were offline for a time and brief tho the 1994 hiatus was, Sirain objectives had become adjectives and there was no point denying the grace light could be opened up to. Guru Datta on hs high chair speaking some other worldy language of just plain truth sat beside the flowring Aquarian. At seat Pisces Scripture Dead sea scroll stood a hound dog of a man while in Capricorn there was a flurry of Asiatic about the western girl’s hair tied back like that. Two pin tie types came through looking at the smoking sections, fawnees for the old alphabet of law were still being pushed off railings. As we stood at Marlybone and york bridge was beneath our feet, we were reminded of days we had slept rough in Cornwall and in New Mexico and that was the extent of the literature in us, for what we had discovered under those starry nights and lonely roads was that stillness. And it could still be done. Quarter to four? I’m off Brompton road falling into the velvet chairs of L’Equipes. Sanchex reminding me I can’t afford to not stay, and well done bra girls with boots up to their astral later came through to the Olde grande tourist and made it clear, friends for life, eh? Said one from Peru. Pouring espresso at Lolitas request bundling up business cards and roses laid back nonchalant in the Clarence for tea after with Johnty. There was a red Merc in the winda, a flower girl in the fulest stride you ever did see and skirts everywhere flying like flags to poor dandy’s who always felt outnumbered. Alienation had come and gone and returned with a brevity that was less flash in pan and more Hey ho Watson. Namby pamby came and went as did Hows yer fther and that biscuit had moved from sweetness of digestive custard and cram to new name for Punani or bread. Bagels were rock solid the morning after even if brought in Brooklyn and the thought of flying again acroos el Atlantico made the gut swirl with the lack of enthusios for the jet lag. On Hotel we came to plum our round and cute added to asses with lardyness and non carus mundo for where we went we always had beer. Down and outs in Mexico who had relocated to new Mexico in order to be nearer the canyon were making new business contacts for their photocopy sellers, and the plot was thickened by Chernobyll later that year as I was there sunning on a beach when the rain came down so I said, well, given that you can’t blame me can you? Somewhere in this the new laws arose up spewing into frothy cups of lava truths that we could feel but not see. Yeah yeah. I sat down with Emerald Eyes reddenerd by Chloe’s indifference to Pete, and the painter mde headway with explanations about Egypt, as if I didn’t know. Now there came a swoosh. Olympids made headlines, so did numerous odd and off the f wall characters called by themselves celebs, and I didn’t see a cook in sight in London not anywhere. Then in Cnneticutt with the lama dn the high kala we undressed mauve clad nuns because they delighted in the tantra of it. Ah you must be a beatnik. Ah you must be an artist. Ah. Sayeth another, how’da get al that money. Time tells and tells all in the end a nd Shelley said it right ways up if only two hundred years later was in advance of time he’d have had sald for breakfast in Salamanders if he was alive now I’d say. The taxi shook and grunted hauling us out into the green and roick of the York bridge, as Merlot and Wells and Bennet passed by fluttering above our necks their old tirades. Secen twons for seven sisters. The headliners were Indecent Frntage and the Price of Haven when Cathy entered all heads turned and I was enlightened instantly. Kids fought and played wearing lime green, and bumped each other off skooters costing mints to some. Ladies plied handkerchiefs rarely, in fact, and in perpetuity, coughing and excusing themselves wherever they went.

The Gameable Girl; was Frozen. She stood Ourtide of the bed and

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Now thought had me by the hadron and Cerne up and runging through children’s minds the warp and the woof od the teacher’s barking mad fear. Semblance of tranquilty later in the fractality of a park. The Queen wore white and looked virginal. Phil wore a latex tux and in lime green pantaloons rushed forward to say Howdy Doopy Dog. The biscuit was fresh and the park laden. I was inside my own mind and loving every aquare fractal inch of it, and yet still oak trees were oak trees and beer was beer. We sailed up off Top Street for Top Shop and swallered a large tonne of fish jokes before embarking on the Q & A Palisarde directive. I wished for a Guru and found one, tossing him by the wayside like a stray cut throat black cat from Borneo; milliseconds later, there were feasts for swallow eyes when Tariffs bearing beauty made their round on the footstall. Haberdashers and ironmongers, ecplisoids and pentagrammers, ideographs and geodesic types made laughter sail through the winf. El Banko had said it would all go collapso, but every nigger knows the worm hole is in essence a diametric opposite to chaos or catasrophe. The labyrinth has a plughole. Every om has an ouch. Every joy has a spurt of love juice, and one simply has to come. Best not avoid the coming and rushing ands compressing, they said, and git yrself a step ladder ahead of the old oilstuff, I wrote later that Wittgenstein could be understood through the hiatus he made in the teaching world for those long fourteen years; I never qwuite understood why death seemed to be around us until they the head and the prof and through a thousand tears and eyes and mirages finding that one man amidst the many burning bushes. I tried to explain it. I tried to savour it. In the end I just made art out of it. But heart, the dear ones and the flowersd in the inner circle insisted, there was more to evolution even there, even more than love is the love the creator has for man, for woman the goddess descending nine nights a year; for the man and the boy, the girl and the child, the bamboo shoot and the acacia, for the lemon yellow Donovan toting bag wearing hipster who had defied his own goodness in order to fit the cogs in the wheel had decided that the way up was Hadron and the collider was our