Of oaks & apples

If we play a little game and I ask you to pick a random number between 1 and say 250 what are the chances that you’ll hit on the same number as the next Internet tweaker.

Go on pick a number.

Here is a picture of NZ sky & pohutukawa (one of our most luscious trees) to stop you peaking at the number below.

So who picked 216 – be honest.

The other day our delightful media broadcast this number on the front page of the NZ Herald & it stirred a memory.

This story is not nice.

On 9th January this year a 22 year old woman was stabbed to death – 216 times. Her name was Sophie Elliot.

I did not read the news story at the time, but have fished out a description here – read or leave as you will. I am surprised, but I guess I shouldn’t be, at the descriptions that are published, especially her mother’s.


The number 216 stirred a memory, but I haven’t been quite with it this week & didn’t take it further. Two days ago synchronicity & my blessed intuition came calling good & strong.

Google had one of their googly designs on display – a couple of guys in the snow – I know I should have got it, but I had to let my mouse do the walking & of course, of course, May 29, the day Hillary & Tenzing reached the summit of Everest in ’53. Seeing how this good man has been such a part of my life this year, I grasped hold of my mouse’s paw & we set off to Wikiland.

“May 29 is the 149th day of the year (150th in leap years) in the Gregorian calendar. There are 216 days remaining until the end of the year.”

Big flashing light now because I know, I know, that I’ve read about this number earlier this year & I’m sure it was from that wizard weaver Mr Taylor. I went hunting & persistence paid off.

“The number 216 applies to very many serious crimes and prominent events. It certainly begs the questions “Who is using this code in this way? Who for? and What for? It is even likely that near enough is good enough sometimes when we are talking codes. Just a day or so out is still going to signal to those in the know just who is responsible for a certain deed. And this means too, that codes can be wrapped around and harboured within other dates etc.”

Full article here; http://www.ellisctaylor.com/twotowers.html
One of the links isn’t working but still very informative – Ellis posted a story following a British headline earlier this year stating “A total of 216 police officer jobs will be axed in Greater Manchester.”

Checking back onto 29th May, I found that it is/was Oak Apple Day. Now I swear I came across that name for the first time a day or two ago, but I couldn’t remember where – it didn’t matter, it just meant pay attention, so I paid.

“Oak Apple Day was a holiday celebrated in England on 29 May to commemorate the restoration of the monarchy in Great Britain and Ireland (sorry Gavin) in May 1660.”

Now this is interesting if you bear in mind how fortuitous it was considered back in 1953, that Hillary should have conquered Everest on the eve of the QEII coronation. Hillary was promptly knighted – wrapping up the whole event very nicely with royal wrapping paper & a monarchical bow.

I am not sure how it goes in the UK, but in NZ Queen’s Birthday commoners, sorry public holiday falls on the 1st June. Bearing in mind the comments of Ellis Taylor, that even a day or two out, is ok when working with codes, the 216 code of May 29, being so close to 1st June becomes even more fortuitous.

Briefly the Oak Apple tale tells of Charles II hiding in an oak tree to escape capture by the Roundhead army. In actual fact May 29 was his birthday, and to make a very tasty little symbolic snack we find that this regal comet made a spectacular re-entry into London on his 30th birthday in 1660 – his second coming you could say (code-name ‘The Restoration’).

If we briefly prise apart the Oak Apple story we get two distinct symbols.

“The oak is a common symbol of strength and endurance and has been chosen as the national tree of England, Estonia, France, Germany, Lithuania, Poland, Basque Country, Wales & Serbia.”
Strange, it seemed to me, was finding that in 2004 America “announced … legislation designating the oak tree as the official tree of the United States” – for those of us schooled in the grandiosity of this land, we may have thought their leaders might have opted for something showier – a grand Sequoia perhaps?


But then what have we here?

“In Celtic mythology it (the Oak) is the tree of doors, believed to be a gateway between worlds, or a place where portals could be erected” – now why am I not surprised?

The apple is pretty familiar to most of us. As a female I have long had to endure the shame of my greeeaaatttt grand-mama who couldn’t leave the goddamn things alone (apparently).
There is a virtual barrel-full of tales of golden apples, poisoned apples & Big Apples – enough for a very large, if somewhat indigestible pie.

All in all 29 May has an interesting bouquet – audacious, some may say a little headstrong, certainly precocious, & leaving just a hint of sacrificial aftertaste:

1660 – English Restoration

1727 – Peter II becomes Tsar of Russia

1790 – Rhode Island becomes the 13th US State

1848 – Wisconsin becomes the 30th US State

1964 – Emperor Maximilian of Mexico arrives in Mexico for the first time

1886 – Chemist John Pemberton places his first ad for Coca-cola (in Atlanta Journal)

1953 – Hillary & Tenzing, first to reach summit of Everest

1954 – First of the annual Bilderberg conferences

1964 – Arab League meets in East Jerusalem to discuss the Palestinian situation in Israel, leading to the formation of the Palestinian Liberation Organisation

1985 – Heysel Stadium disaster. At the European Cup final in Brussels, 39 football fans die and hundreds are injured when a dilapidated retaining wall collapses after Liverpool F.C fans breach a fence separating them from Juventus F.C fans

1988 – President Ronald Reagan begins his first visit to the Soviet Union as he arrives in Moscow for a superpower summit with Soviet leader Mikhail Gorbachev

1990 – Boris Yeltsin is elected president of the Russian SFSR by the Russian parliament

1999 – Olusegun Obasanjo takes office as President of Nigeria, the first elected and civilian head of state in Nigeria after 16 years of military rule

1999 – Space Shuttle Discovery completes the first docking with the International Space Station

2004 – The World War II Memorial is dedicated in Washington, D.C (there’s more to come on memorials, but that’s for another post).

May 31, 2008. Uncategorized. 6 comments.


I stood in a load of psychopoo on the weekend & it knocked me side-ways. It was my own fault. I got up one morning & put my head on back to front & believed that if I stood in enough of the crap I would become enlightened. As a result, I have been suffering from sillybuggeritis for the last few days.

Thanks to some sweet smelling mates, the tide has turned & returned & is washing away a nasty smell.

I got pulled into a website & ignored my intuition which was dancing round madly trying to get my attention, as a result it resorted to a kick in the solar plexus which caused me to unplug quick smart.

I am reminded that I do not like being disconnected from my intuition and that it works moment by moment. No one out there has ‘the answers’ & a suggested reply to those that say they do is BOLLOCKS (or the word of your choice because I certainly don’t have the answers). Actually that brings up the topic of answers, an idea we accept so readily – so trained are we to get the ‘right answer’ & ‘the gold star’.

Some time ago I went through a bit of a rough patch, I knew it was my head that was buggered & I was terrified of following in my parents footsteps of nervous breakdowns (whatever they are) & years of depression & tranquillisers, so I turned to my son for advice. At the time he was probably about 10, the perfect age for giving advice. In order not to lean on him, a terrible thing that parents often do surreptitiously do to their children, we came to an agreement whereby I paid him generously for his opinions. This meant I learned quick smart. I asked him questions about how he saw the world. Many times I posed questions that he did not understand, not because he was too young but because he did not think the way I & the rest of us ‘adults’ have been trained. He could not grasp the concept of ‘mind & body’ and repeatedly told me that he was just himself. Another concept he found intolerable was the idea of ‘ having something to look forward to’. I had been in the habit of drawing things out to make them last longer, believing that good things don’t come along very often, so build up the momentum for as long as possible. He explained that if you do that then you stop all the good things that are behind that from coming in – I have never forgotten this & believe it is great wisdom (this particular bad habit I think, applies to women more than men who seem to be able to go after what they want with more ease.)

Over a couple of weeks I came to my senses – it was interesting because I would have been close to the age when my mother first took a very deep nose dive into depression. I wonder how much our links with others in our lives direct our path when we do not pay attention.

My son is not a mercenary & offered to help for free but that did not feel right. I believe it was he who opened this channel for healing a year or two prior to that when he told me about a traumatic problem he was having with someone who I thought was his friend. This child had had a hold over him for a few years & was psychologically torturing him & I hadn’t known. When he finally told me, he said he had wanted to tell me for ages but was unable to – it is very easy to forget the intense world that children live in & how they work things out.

I dealt with the issue as best I could talking to the boy’s mother & my son’s teacher & thought that it was resolved, but it was not. So I left the choice in my boy’s hands & told him I would end it if he chose – he was very upset, but I knew that for this to never happen again it had to be his choice. We made up a signal for when I picked the two of them up from school – if my son said this boy should sit in the back seat that meant that I should go ahead & tell this child that he could no longer be friends with my son. I did not think at that time that my son would be able to do this, but he did. In standing up for my child I believe that I healed a number of things from my own childhood & perhaps reached back into my family history & put some things right.

I’m not sure how I got here from psychopoo but it seemed right at the time. I guess I just wanted to say that we don’t have to stand in crap or for it. I am immensely grateful to my friends who gave their kindly advice & took the piss out of me to get my feet back onto the ground again – always reach for friends when you need them, do everything you can to take care of yourself, say bollocks often & have a bloody good laugh whenever you can.

May 26, 2008. Uncategorized. 3 comments.

In de headlines again

I see NZ has hit the headlines again, this time with a kiwi winning the Indianapolis 500.

Just a few days after noting the NZ – India / Indiana combination we can now add to the that – India / Indiana / Indianapolis – what it means I don’t know but at least your ability to spell & pronounce longer words must be improving.

I wonder what my friends who like to look closer at sports will make of this.


May 26, 2008. Uncategorized. 4 comments.


The news on the radio at 12pm to day announced that Sir Edmund Hillary is to receive an award today – the auspicious May 22.

Again & again this year, this man who has not been left to rest in peace, is trotted out in one form or another.
It seems 2008, which was his 88th year is of major importance. Today his wife will receive the Padma Vibhushan in his name. The Padma Vibhushan is India’s second highest civilian honour, it consists of a medal and a citation and is awarded by the President of that country. Apparently it was awarded two weeks after his death. India’s minister of commerce and industry is in New Zealand no, so it’s happening to day.
I gues he can join that other famous adventurer & explorer – oh bloody hell I nearly missed it – I was just going to say Indiana Jones but of course it should read – Indiana Jones.

Just what are they going to call on him for next.


May 22, 2008. Uncategorized. 5 comments.

The thief, the minstrel & the trickster

NCE upon a time

there was a thief who

escaped from paradise

by tying sheets together and

climbing down from the

walls of Eden.

For three days he remained a free man and the sheriff knew not where to look.

The sheriff posted wanted pictures and the people were amazed to see how much he resembled a famous knight, but the cunning thief disguised himself by cutting off his golden locks.

During this time, there came to the ‘Town below Paradise’ a famous minstrel who had played at royal courts & sung songs for princesses. On a starry, starry night the minstrel poured forth his songs upon the townspeople and they said that it was good, though rather pricy.

The day after this wondrous event, the thief was spotted by two rebels in a market on the outskirts of the town. They called for the sheriff and he & his men arrived & gave chase.

Through the streets of the ‘Town below Paradise’ their chariots raced, but lo, upon reaching a rich & foreign land where the hunters gather on corners, the thief’s silver chariot crashed into the wagons of two townspeople & he was recaptured & returned to paradise.


(well not quite)

Last Monday (12th May), a very strange event occured.

A prisoner who was on remand for robbery escaped from Mt Eden Prison in Auckland. In a style that brings to mind comics & old movies, the prisoner made a rope from knotted sheets & scaled the castle-like walls to freedom.

At the time I wondered & went to check out his name, usually a good place to start on synchs, and always interesting when you get the full three names – Aaron Stephen Forden – yes I thought, there’s possibilities there.

But then the mercurial visit by Elton John captured my attention. But still wonder I did, about this highly publicised escape prior to the concert.

So I’ve come back for a second look & I believe we can weave enough pretty synchs together to come up with a splendid little cape for he who is fleet of feet but short of wardrobe.

I must add here that this little chap may have taken offence to my comments about his lack of raiment because I have once again been set back a day in posting this second article about him. Yesterday while I sat at my computer a couple of cars managed to take out a local transformer (no one was hurt, but two cars totaled) – it was a long candle lit night & I issue a public health notice to avoid toasting hamburger buns over smoky fires.

To return to the scene of the crime we find that, as a thief, Aaron Stephen Forden was under the patronage of Mercury. At the time of the escape it seems there was much head shaking as to just how this breakout was possible, but it’s been put down to staff shortages – 3 guards instead of the usual 4 (remember this is NZ).

Tremendous media attention was placed on this event, & there was a certain amount of sniggering by the public. We even had a linen supplier using the picture of the escape rope as part of an advertising campaign & offering a 30% discount on sheets. It was quite the topic of the moment.

At the time I couldn’t help thinking that his wanted poster reminded me of someone, well actually one person, in particular – how about you.

Now there seems to have been some confusion over the photos of Forden that were issued & I myself am not sure what he looked like when he escaped. I don’t think clarity of the thief was of prime importance, instead I feel that the first image did a very good job of bringing Heath Ledger to mind. Looking at subsequent photo’s of Forden we still see a remarkable similarity to the late actor.

Atlantean Times said this of 14th May; “Today there are two planetary events taking place and one of them is identical to the event that happened during Heath Ledgers death on the 22nd Jan.

To return to our story.

For three days, a ward of Mercury flits around a town where a Mercury concert is taking place, looking a great deal like a man was almost certainly sacrificed during a Mercury alignment.

Stay, see! our Mercury is coming forth; art and all the elements assist. Call forth our philosophers. He will be gone, he will evaporate. Dear Mercury ! Help ! He flies. He is ‘scaped. Precious golden Mercury, be fixed; be not so volatile. Will none of the sons of art appear ? from Ben Jonson’s ‘Mercury Vindicated from the Alchemists at Court’.

Forden was recaptured the day after the concert in again rather strange circumstances. He was apparently recognised in a sports store & then again by a member of the public as he was driving down an Auckland street – beware the eagle eye of the kiwi.

From the NZ Herald; “Police praised eagle-eyed members of the public who recognised ‘Aaron Stephen Forden’ – “who looked considerably different (my emphasis) from his released mugshot… Rebel Sport manager said two staff members recognised the fugitive as he wandered around the store.&He was looking suspicious – just because of his sheer look and demeanor – but they [the staff members] had both been watching the news and thought he looked like the guy on TV, even though he had changed his appearance.” Senior Sergeant John Yearbury said “It was good spotting…because he’s changed his appearance somewhat“. Bloody amazing might be closer to the mark!

Forden, highly sought after prison escapee, had succumbed to dreaded weakness of the female of the species & gone ‘clothes shopping’. “He bought a pair of track suit pants from the store then went out to his car to get changed and then….. returned to the shop to buy a T shir”t -you may be wondering how he managed to stay ‘at large’ for three minutes let alone three days. I could get myself in trouble again by wondering if the clothes shopping isn’t a subconscious effort to help ‘he who is sartorially challenged.’

Did you spot the interesting choice of venue to announce his ‘first (& second) coming’ – Rebel Sport. Perhaps Mercury, as he has been with me, was having a bit of sport with Forden. Mind you, we can have have our own little bit of sport with this & say that ‘Ford’en created Mercury’ (cars that is).

Rather snug fittingly for this tale, our lightly clad friend has another title – the Trickster, & Hermes upon whom Mercury is modelled, invented not only the lyre, but also – the liar. You owe your ability to tell porkies to Hermes (however I can’t answer for your dress sense).

Perhaps the transformer episode did me a favour, or I mightn’t have cottoned on to a pretty obvious thread that’s been lying in the middle of the road all this time. Maybe you beat me to it. If not I’ll give you a clue, try thinking of Forden as an outlaw, one made famous by the boy Ledger.

Forden is 26 years old, Ned Kelly died aged approx 26. His death in 1880 brings back those mercurial numbers of 80 & 88 again. His remains were believed to have been located earlier this year – 2008. Heath Ledger’s untimely death certainly echoes that of Kelly. If I was fishing for fishies instead of clues my basket would be getting very full.

After leaving the Rebel Sports store (sport being an aussie term similar to, but less friendly than ‘mate’), Forden was somehow spotted by an observant citizen while driving down Redoubt St – a redoubt being a type of fort that brings to mind Mt Eden prison and perhaps Ned Kelly’s last seige. Synching in from a previous post we also find Redoubt Cemetery in Gallipoli which holds the bones of a number of ANZAC soldiers.

Getting back to The Great Escape we find that Forden was driving a silver Nissan Silvia, which does rather beg us to pay attention. Mercury is also known as quicksilver, it’s symbol is Hg – hydrargyrum, meaning watery or liquid silver. I should think the silver Nissan racing through the streets at up to 150km must have looked rather like a silver stream.

At Hunter’s Corner, the car clipped a sedan & smashed into two parked cars outside Lotus Foreign Exchange. A fitting place for a ledger?

Forden was recaptured on foot shortly thereafter. A picture was issued of him today at his court appearance, now looking remarkably unlike Heath Ledger. I’ll post it if I can find it, but for now I’d better get on before Mercury rises. (Here it is)

To finish, I thought I should check out the headlines of the NZ Herald on the day they reported his capture (the NZ Herald is ‘it’ in NZ as far as national newspapers go).

Anyway atop the Herald / Messenger/ Mercury I found this:

It is advertising a feature on bringing better broadband to NZ – plugging us in. I did not feel at all comfortable with the image. Thinking I might find a Mercury connection I had a look & sure enough it is to do with a deal between Vodafone & Vector, who you may remember from my previous article used to go by the name of Mercury Energy. There is still an electricity company here that goes by that name – why waste a good name eh?

May 18, 2008. Uncategorized. 11 comments.

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