Something wick’d this way comes

pike “weapon,” 1510s, from M.Fr. pique “a spear, pikeman,” from piquer “to pick, prick, pierce”.”

You may have heard of the Pike Mine Disaster that happened in NZ last week. Actually you probably know more about it than me.

I avoid NEWS like I avoid plagues, both being equally deadly.

I’m writing this for a few reasons.

Firstly I read something on Ellis Taylor‘s site yesterday which sparked some new thoughts & tallied with some already held ones. A chat with a friend put recent personal stangeness into a very different light & today my mind wove these together to form some fantastical imaginings that seemed to want to put in an appearance here.

Ellis said this;

“... in the mirror realm of NZ (wheel) I’ve suspected the worst for the miners, since I heard that there were 29 of them trapped under the ground in the Pike (fish-Pisces) River (Water-carrier) coal mine, on a 33-date and at 3.30pm.”

and he said this;

Well, there we go…I put up a mention of 29 …and M emails me to let me know that they’ve just announced that Prince William and Orange (Goldsmith) are to be wed on the 29th (of April) – from the moment of this decision a spell was cast (at the final curtain of Samhain.)

However it’s too explosive for my liking.”  Astrologers verdict on Prinz William wedding date of 29th April (119th day of year) 2011

I have written before about the tragedies in NZ that have such ‘coincidental ‘regal connections here & here

Most would consider it sheer madness to equate royal events with NZ disasters, yet others have noticed without seeing

New Zealanders have developed a superstition about visits by Queen Elizabeth to this country, as many more serious disasters have taken place while she was here

Really does anyone have a clue as to what this world really is or how it operates?

Ellis’ words reminded (& emboldened) me  to look again at what I have seen before & to wonder about royal echoes with regards to the Pike Mine event – they use the word DISASTER a lot these days, n’est-ce pas?

Dis = ‘Roman God of Death’

Aster = ‘Star’

et voilà …

… l’Etoile de la Mort

The crazy wondering goes like this – was the Min(e)d collapse part of the engagement ritual?

Let me tell you what I wondered today & then I’ll back track.

When Shakespeare’s witches were concocting evil with their eye of newt & toad of dog etc. was there an underlying science of fully functioning physics?

What if rituals create events?  Maybe not down to the micro-level specifics but the close enough to know what’s on the menu.

Lets say that;

Eye of Newt = the water element

& Toad of Dog (ok, ok I know it’s not that, but that’s what always pops into my head), anyway lets say that Toad of Dog = a dark or underground place

& ummm….  Sulphur = an explosion

… plus other bits’n’bobs

Now we stir these elements together in a special container, but we must have a ‘detonator’

… or wick

& we must have a shitload of energy to propel this concoction into the realms where it will begin to foment.

Sacrifice & sex would probably be the way those are obtained.

What I’m wondering is if these ‘freak’ events-slash-disasters are actually mapped out through ritual.

There are no Freemasons or Skull’n’Bonesmen laying TNT in mines or on volcanic plateaus – it’s not necessary – the directions have been encoded into the rituals which are frankensteined into life through applied energy – all that’s needed is to stand back & await the fireworks – just what & where will not be precisely known, but it will be a fait accompli.

Little rituals will be used to create bigger rituals & then even bigger ones – all to keep Death Stars a-floating.

My Nigerian friend has talked to me of his view of royalty as entities who use & channel power – a lot of power.  The word sacrifice comes freely to his lips. He comes from a nation where there is, or used to be, a much wider view or ‘reality‘.

I am of the opinion that you cannot simply kill someone – first they must have ‘swallowed’ death.

These rituals then, would draw from a body/soul bank of those who had done so – those who have not will have a miraculous escape.

If it works something like this then the nuts & bolts of freak events will never undergo scrutiny because we are so two dimensional …

… that we swallow almost all our knowledge from To die-(for)-men-sional sources.

If we could allow the possibility of inter-die-men-sional cooking recipes that egg on disasters, then my tale of strangeness that ran concurrent with the Pike Mine event might make some kind of sense.

Was there was an etherically charged lightning bolt that struck the Pike Mine in the South Island of  NZ last Friday?

The Pike River Mine disaster was a coal mining accident that began on 19 November 2010 in the Pike River Mine… in the West Coast Region of New Zealand’s South Island. A first explosion occurred in the mine at approximately 3:30 pm” (Wiki)

About fifteen minutes later I got a (completely unrelated) call at work.

It (seemed to) set in motion a series of events that led me spiraling down one of the blackest holes I’ve ever encountered. Of itself it was almost nothing, yet it went straight to the heart of my deepest wound & from then on everything that could possibly make it worse, happened.

I heard briefly of the mine collapse later on Saturday night through friend, but I don’t follow the news so did not look into it. Besides I was not feeling good either mentally or physically. A headache started which got worse through Sunday, my body was so tired, my soul was struggling. Toxic feelings permeated Sunday & by Monday I was in a deep, dark place. Somehow I pulled a muscle while opening a blind which I later came to associate with a feeling with being ‘stabbed in the back’ – the physical pain from that was deep in a way I can’t explain. I was so tired on Monday day that I almost fell asleep while driving – & I have to say that that dark feeling made it feel tempting.

Twice that day, morning & evening I was overcome with exhaustion & fell asleep in my (parked) car.

The reason I write this is that when speaking to a friend later in the week I found myself describing this situation as being in a pit & a dark hole that I couldn’t get out of – only then did I think of the mine collapse & how my downward spiral happened almost simultaneously. The helplessness I felt, the inability to extricate myself, the feel of being pulled towards something very dark & final, synced so much with that, that I have to wonder what hit my country.

Because I REFUSE to follow & swallow news I was largely unaffected by the mine incident – how could I be? I did not know anyone there, I have never experienced that kind of agony – only if I allowed the MEDIA to trick me into believing I was a part of that suffering, could I have felt anything drastic. Because I did not, it felt as all distant tragedy feels – terribly sad, but nothing more.

What I’m trying to do here is look critically at two unconnected events that occurred in the same time frame & relatively close space. I’m trying to widely angle the lens of inquiry. If I was affected by some energetic charge that hit this country then perhaps that is something for others to be aware of in their lives. Perhaps the times when we are suddenly overwhelmed or engulfed is because we have been hit by some etheric ritual thunderbolt that will re-create in our lives the same kind of events that were called into play through whatever initiated them.

It’s all guess-work, but then again we should be getting bloody good at flying blind.

How did I get out of my dark hole?

Well for one thing I really wanted to get out of there – I was scared big time. I swallowed ALL pride & reached out for help. My son helped hugely – I talked to him & in return I was gifted with a deeper, richer insight into his world.

I was honest with people I needed to be honest with. I stopped running from the awful feeling inside me & just watched it. I also used physical discomfort – I learned this a long time ago. I think when we get terribly shocked or deeply wounded, we can be somehow be thrust out of our bodies, so something that hurts a little i.e. pinching the flesh on underarms or thighs helps to return us, it somehow pulls us back in again – the standard slap in the face for hysterics will be just such a practice. Our bodies cannot help us if we are not there to help direct cleaning up operations.

Once I had been honest with the people I needed to be honest with my headache disappeared & the stab in the back that was so painful, disappeared overnight.

I’ve got to rush off to work, so will check for sense & mis-spells & add some pics later – I just really wanted to post this for some reason. It is interesting that at some point before I heard of the mine collapse three words from a book that was a favourite of mine as a kid came to my mind – the story included escaping through mines & a mine collapse – near the end of the story a piece of notepaper is found with these words

39
Mine
Help

 

November 26, 2010. Uncategorized. 13 comments.

Apollo’s sun dancers

Every so often
as I scroll through gooey gull images
on the Internest …

a star catches my eye
& my mind races off
into the orbit of another star.

This is the astronomical effect
known as ‘twinning’
(well it is in this place).

Can’t remember what I was looking for when I came across a pick of …

… Simple S-Eye-Moon the (double) Pi man

aka

This much touted Adonis of Holy Wood has a leading name that fits very snugly in that hallowed ground.

The meaning of the name Bradley is ‘Broad wood’.

The particular image of the star that left its orbit while I was gull-watching on the Internest, is up next.

I’ve woven together a photo-fit selection his earlier twin-come-father-figure.

I’m certainly not the first to twin these Gem-in-eyes up – others have been there too … Eye.E

What launched this particular article was an earlier early pic of Robert of the Red Ford.

Does he look at all in the family way to you?

I mean in the way of the Kennedy family?

I checked this out with inspirational colleagues & found I wasn’t the only one to see/feel a certain resemblance.

This twinning thing is perhaps one of the easiest ways we can use our gut feelings. It’s not about seeking out resemblance, rather the semblance comes looking for you. There’s a mirrored feeling that you can’t really shake off or explain.

It can be rather fun to run with it & see where it leads.

Fording the Red trail we find that he is;

… of English and Scots-Irish ancestry.”

We of course, have all been familiarised with the knowledge that;

“John F. Kennedy was the great-grandson of Irish immigrants”

Yet there’s more to this semblance than toothy grins.

Of Jay Eff-Kay we find;

JFK had red hair, and was very handsome

Hair color: Reddish brown

JFK had reddish hair, too.

“… his hair … seemed to have had different tones: Photographs go from red of course, up to bright blond, chestnut, light brown …”

Of Robert Of the Red Ford we find;

He’s a red head naturally

he appears to be redhead and blond at the same time

From Elizabeth I to Robert Redford, redheads have stood out throughout history

And in unison

JFK and Robert Redford to name just a few famous persons were/are redheads

Broad Wood Shaft, sorry I meant Brad Pitt has had a pate of many colours – however he has been spell cast as one of the greatest of the red hot heroes;


Achilles, the central character of Homer’s Iliad, is described as having red hair

A quick whizz through history reveals a plethora of red heads (one of the latest media en-crazed topics).

King David is also known for having red hair, based on the description of his physical appearance as “admoni”, the Biblical Hebrew word normally interpreted to mean “ruddy” and/or “red-haired” .

Thor, of Norse mythology, was generally portrayed as having red hair. Another Norse God Loki, the mischievous god of fire was portrayed with red hair.”

Ancient Egyptians associated both red-haired humans and red-colored animals with the god Set

Of Malcolm X – “One of Malcolm’s nicknames, “Red”, derived from the tinge of his hair

Big red names in English history – Richard the Lionheart, Henry VIII, Elizabeth I, Mary Queen of Scots


Big red names in building empires – Napoleon, Winston Churchill, Thomas Jefferson

Interestingly there is many an Internest site that speaks of Monsieur Kennedy’s paramour …

… as a natural born redhead.

Every time I’ve gone ducking & diving for pics for this post, I have been accosted by flashers of the twinkly kind …

I keep seeing stars!

It’s getting annoying because I’m meant to be taking you on a sun dance.

An image of Ted Kennedy looked remarkable like Kurt Russell, then an image of Kurt Russell …

… reminded me nasally of Bill Clinton, but then again, it also gives me …

… that six million dollar feeling.

I guess many would not see what I see, but then I’m not really ‘seeing’ – it’s more of a feeling – am reminded of the way fermented grapes are decanted into descriptions – rolled round on the tongue until the flavours make themselves known.

Not that I recommend rolling any of these around on your tongue!

Here’s a few more double takes:-

Peering out of the pic of Big Red, I spotted the (usually) evil face of Gary Busey

And from there, well the sky’s the limit. You may think that the insertion of the print of a prince was a little fanciful …

… but I had already captured him previously …

… playing with a broad sword.

The joys of being crazy include playing to the max or even the matrix.

I kid you not, when I say that in looking at the face of Robert Kennedy, something refashioned itself …

… into Hugo Weaving.

Anyway enough footsie-ing around, let’s get back on track.

A semblance of resemblance betwixt Robert Redford & JFK led to some picture play …

… & a few genetical echoes.

Yet a little looksee into the Redforder’s movie casting …

… proved insightful

So close & yet so far…

Sheep always welcome

Redford was actually considered for the role of Michael Corleone in The Godfather“. Corleone = Lion heart.

Once upon 2009;

Steven Spielberg’s plan for an Abraham Lincoln biopic, with Liam Neeson in the title role, is under threat from a rival project by fellow Oscar-winner Robert Redford… Redford is planning a film centred around the assassination of the US president

Now;

The Conspirator is the debut film of the American Film Company. It tells the story of Mary Surratt, the only female co-conspirator charged in the Abraham Lincoln assassination and the first woman to be hanged by the United States federal government…The film premiered at the Toronto International Film Festival on September 11, 2010.

You know. Usual story. American president gets a bullet in the head.

So what are we gazing upon here?

Looks to me like a whole bunch of golden boys.

Blazing haloed Apollos.

Peas in a pod you might say.

Let’s think of these Apollos as modern-day Santas. One entity played out in many bodies.

The Apollo JFK initiated the taking of the moon.

I believe that this nation should commit itself to achieving the goal, before this decade is out, of landing a man on the moon

The original Apollo attempted to take something too – a nymph named Daphne – she escaped at the last moment by being turned into Holy Wood.

Her laurels have been resting on the heads of Apollos ever since.

Apollo JFK’s ‘wreath’ was blown away in 1963 – the etymology of his name suggests he had it coming:-

Kennedy… meaning … Armored head; deformed head

Apollo Redford went on very nicely.

In 1969, the year that moon was taken (either spiritually or physically), Apollo Redford undertook a great Sun Dance.

He lit up the world.

At the 42nd Academy Awards in 1970, the film won Oscars in four of the seven categories it had been nominated in … At the 24th British Academy Film Awards, the film received nine awards including Best Film. … recognized on a half dozen of the American Film Institute’s AFI 100 Years… series lists … which it made #50 on The Greatest Movies of All Time of the “100 Years… the top grossing film of the year.”

The Sun Dance was the most spectacular and important religious ceremony of the Plains Indians of 19th-century North America, ordinarily held by each tribe once a year usually at the time of the Summer Solstice.”

“… the object of the Sun Dance practice is to make a sacrifice to the Great Mystery, and to pray while connected to the Tree of Life, a direct connection to the Creator

The Sun Dance … features … dancing, singing and drumming, the experience of visions, fasting, and, in some cases, self-torture.”

Self-inflicted torture has also come to symbolize rebirth. The torture represents death, then the person is symbolically resurrected. The sun dancer is reborn, mentally and spiritually as well as physically, along with the renewal of the buffalo and the entire universe

Apollo Redford is the backbone of the Sundance Film Festival;

The Sundance Film Festival is a film festival that takes place annually in the state of Utah, in the United States … began in Salt Lake City in 1978

The resort [Sundance] is named after the role he played in the 1969 film, Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid. [It] is a competition for independent film makers that has become extremely well-known and popular in the film industry and media. It is the largest independent film festival in the United States, and also one of the largest in the world.

On the Day of the Dead in 2006, another Daphne was ‘taken’ at Dawn.

Actress & filmmaker, Adrienne Shelley was waiting to hear if her film Waitress had been accepted into the Sundance Film Festival when she was murdered. Shelley directed the movie & also starred in it – her character’s name was ‘Dawn‘ (i.e that which comes before the Sun/Apollo). She was hanged the day after Halloween.

In the moon year of 1969 another Daphne, connected to the Apollo Kennedys, was also ‘taken’.

I’ve only just found out the incredible date of her death. Her name & fate had been vaguely familiar, but nothing more.

Now I see why my tale has led here.

This Daphne is a Rusalka.

Rusalka were female ghosts in Slavic mythology. They were thought to be souls of young women died in or near lakes that had usually been murdered. They were not violent, but mainly haunted lakes until their death was avenged. Some explained the Rusalka as women that died prematurely due to suicide or murder having to do with their loved ones had to live out their designated time on earth as a spirit.”

This Daphne was taken 2 days before Apollo claimed the moon.

Mary Jo Kopechne (July 26, 1940 – July 18, 1969) was an American secretary and political campaign specialist.”

On July 18, 1969, Kopechne had attended a party on Chappaquiddick Island… It was the fourth such reunion of the Robert F. Kennedy campaign workers. Kopechne reportedly left the party at 11:15 p.m. with Robert’s brother Ted, after he — according to his own account — offered to drive her to catch the last ferry back to Edgartown, where she was staying. She did not tell her close friends at the party that she was leaving, and she left her purse and keys behind…

Kennedy drove the 1967 Oldsmobile Delmont 88 off a narrow, unlit bridge, without guardrails, that was not on the route to Edgartown. It landed in Poucha Pond and overturned in the water. He extricated himself from the vehicle and survived, but Kopechne did not. Kennedy failed to report the incident to the authorities until the car and Kopechne’s body were discovered the next morning.”

Two days later the moon target was acquired – in the minds of humanity, if not in reality.

Was Mary Jo the bride price?

Was Marilyn Moon Row an earlier one?

Chappaquiddick effectively crushed the career of Apollo Ted.

We may say that three Apollos fell to earth in the 60s. But the moon was won.

And plenty more Apollos came to fill their shoes.

If you’re wondering where I’m going with this I haven’t got a clue.

I don’t think any of us need answers – well not the ones who’ve chosen to live.

However some damn fine supposition & conjecture does go down a treat & for me it has helped to free my mind in a number of areas of late.

I’ve tried to figure out how it is that certain unproven, improbable statements have been so healing for me.

Three men came to mind – The Celtic Rebel, Aferrismoon & Lenon Honor. In their own work each of these men have helped shift cemented thoughts out of my head.

I asked myself what was it about them & certain of their impossible ideas, that released my mind.

First off I find each of them to be honourable men who are dedicated to humanity – actively working to make a difference.

Secondly they are willing to risk ridicule by standing behind unproven, implausible, even ‘impossible’ ideas.

Each has the ability to ‘make it’ in this world, yet they have knowingly chosen paths that lead away from fame, fortune or media stroking – they speak truth as they see it.

As far as I’m concerned all healing messages are intricately bound up with the one who evokes them – they cannot be separated.

Likewise all destructive messages are also intricately connected to their ‘evokers’.

Please be so very choosey about who & what you swallow.

A final wacky thought to finish on.

I was reminded somewhere in this research that Apollo Redford had once teamed up with Daphne Scarlett Johannsen when he did a brief spell talking to horses.

What was it I wonder, that made me wonder?

What’s in a name anyway?

Can we really be that silly that we at least don’t ponder on the countless family faces of Holy Wood?

Is the dream that engrossing?

November 14, 2010. Uncategorized. 18 comments.

Lead fish

Hello again.

Welcome to a random little post.

My son has been doing a course in meteorology & when I picked him up last night he started telling me about how air is really so very much like water.

A couple of hours earlier I’d been sitting on a beach contemplating how much air is like water.

You may see a repeating pattern here – a tasty morsel of synchronicity.

A while ago I wrote some thoughts upon the air – but then my mind got blown about by life & as so often happens the thoughts flew right out of my head.

It was good to remember again last night, as I sat on the beach & then it was delightful to hear my son explain what he had learned.

I won’t go on long.

I won’t go on very factually either.

Let’s speak of air as a lighter version of water.

For the elements of air & water behave so very much like each other (earth echo), that they could be considered kissing cousins.

I have heard previously that bumble bees are aerodynamic criminals …

… with no right to hold a pilots licence, owing to the ‘fact’ that they can’t fly.

My son painted me some pictures of pictures that had been painted for him.

I’ve taken his words & painted a little too.

Let us say that bees are so light & airy that they are closer to beeing air than ‘earth‘.

They live in air &  through air in a way that would be so foreign to us.

For you see they do not so much fly through air, as swim in & through it.

I do not know why I love this thought so much.

A second poignant (to me) point my son made, had to do with us – human beeings

A long time ago a wise person wrote these words;

We live submerged at the bottom of an ocean of air.” ( Evangelista Torricelli 1644).

In explaining his lesson to me, my son created a telling image – he said humans are like lead fish – for we live weighted down at the bottom of a great ocean.  The ocean that is the air.

Like so much of modern life – we are completely immersed in something that we never see or think about.

We are not at the TOP of anything

… – instead we’re a species of bottom dwellers.

I wonder how much the theory of human superiority has been our undoing?

Have we been so busy protecting our reputation that we couldn’t bear to let honesty or truth to get in the way?

Would it be so bad to undo a dream in order to see more clearly?

Maybe we’d find that suddenly we felt a whole lot lighter.

November 2, 2010. Uncategorized. 19 comments.