Adventures In Remote Viewing: I See, You See…

Previously at the LoL

*You back from the park, Clicky? Good, I’m writing a post. You can help…*

Earlier today, Dear Reader, I had a comment caught in the Spam trap over in the Red universe of MEROVEE. I thought I’d take the opportunity to get a screengrab, so that you can see what I saw when I posted the comment: the bare bones, or the skeleton of it so to speak. Kinda like an X-Ray image…

Merovee Moderated

*Oh brilliant! Frank’s freed it… /lights up and smokes… Looks different in the flesh…*

It is true, Dear Reader: the Okie Text US Devil, Cade Fon Apollyon, and I are in the midst of remote viewing the fantastic Wes Cecil’s series of 16 talks on the His Story of Feel O’Sophie…

*Too fuckin’ right it’s epic, Clicky… /drags… I wonder what Cade makes of it…*

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I dunno if “the usual” will Doo here RooBee. If I segue into Brick Top’s speech from the movie ‘Snatch’ regarding the disposal of dead bodies utilizing pigs…

…and then try and explain how that thought connects to a Tweet regarding Tony The Tiger…

… and Netflix hero Joe Bling The Tiger Dude + his nemesis utilizing tigers to dispose of her allegedly murdered husband’s body?

…It might not make sense to anyone reading. Not to mention that 1) your own Tweet about hats is still buzzing around in my brain…

… and 2) Merovee Frank’s comment about fractals has me to thinking about utilizing less-liner, non-linear and perhaps even non-repeating geometric shapes for more accurately measuring speed(s) and distance(s).

Top all that off with the thought of Hillary Clinton potentially being tapped to be Joe Biden’s Vice-Presidential running mate?

… There’s some creepy shit going on. It’s really fucking with my ability to focus on thinking about why Dark Matter may sometimes coalesce into more dense concentrations, and sometimes disburse into less dense concentrations. More than that, pondering the recognizability of Dark Matter, as Dark Matter, when in various concentrations. Wondering what divisibility has to do with size/scale. And not to make this mess any more confusing, however…

Human Microbiome

Since we are contemplating what “light speed” really means to an object that is traveling at only 5 miles per hour, may as well bring up discrepancies in the measurements of time.

“More recent estimates, he noted, put the total number of human cells at anywhere from 15 trillion to 724 trillion, and the number of gut microbes at anywhere between 30 trillion and 400 trillion. Which gives a ratio that can best be expressed as ¯\_(ツ)_/¯.”

Source

Seems it could be anywhere from 45 trillion to 1.124 quadrillion, so to let’s just take a median-ish type thing and say our human body/bodies has 250 trillion microbial and microscopic thingies inside of each one of us, and let us think like an accountant might. Let’s think in terms of “man hours” with respect to aggregate:

250,000,000,000,000 seconds/per second;

250,000,000,000,000 / 60 = 4,166,666,666,666.6666666666666666667 minutes per second;

4,166,666,666,667 / 60 = 69,444,444,444.45 hours per second;

69,444,444,444 / 24 = 2,893,518,518,518.5 days per second;

2,893,518,518,518.5 / 365 = 7,927,447,995.9410958904109589041096 years per second;

7,927,447,995 / 100 = 79,274,479.95 centuries per second.

Now, the fact that my own body ticks off 79 million centuries per second is jarring enough. But if there are indeed close to 8 billion people on this planet?

79,274,479.95 centuries per second * 8,000,000,000 = 634,195,839,600,000,000

634+ quadrillion centuries tick off, every second, of every day, within humans alone, on this planet. That’s a lot of time, in almost no time at all.

^Gemini – Turn Me On [HD]^

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*I know! Maths!*

 

*Okay, but what do I do with that?*

*Ah, so like the D’OHists? …/stubs butt… Come on, I wanna finish this up so we can get back to listening to the next talk, Clicky…*

 

CLICK5: Potato, Pot Arto… */shrugs…*

CV Soldier In Training

CLICK5: Hope Springs Eternal

Providential Planning Etc.

 

*It was inevitable, Clicky… /lights up… Gotta work from home for at least three weeks…*

 

*Ooh… /drags… knot seen a spangle in ages…*

 

*Well, yeah, Spangled… /plumes smokes… Hey, the movie Cade and I remote viewed last night was set in Boston…*

 

*Providence! …/flicks ashThat’s where I heard Providence. Wow, those Italians took a beating, eh?*

 

*Fourth Turnings are scary-weary, Clicky…/final drag… They’re called the ‘Crisis’ season for a reason…*

reality bites winter of discontent

*/squints… Winona’s in that movie…*

 

*Still, Clicky… /stubs butt… at least I can now smoke whilst working. Fank fuck, Thoughtful Man stocked up on fags…*

 

 

 

 

Adventures in Remote Viewing: Lamp ‘Ere A Day and Gone Tomorrow

*Jews bury? …/lights up… Oh, Doo’s Brie… /drags… Right you are, Clicky… /expels smoke… Shambling time…*

*Aren’t we always? …/tilts head… Until Dear Reader turns up that is…*

Hello, there, Dear Reader, glad you could join us. The Okie Devil, Cade Fon Apollyon, and I have been enjoying a spot of remote viewing this week, totally enthralled by the fantastic, but all too short lived TV space/western, Firefly…

Mexico-Fireflies

*Purdy… /drags…*

…and its swan song movie, Serenity

*/taps ash… So, ‘Pacific Union’ and ‘pacify’ have popped up in this post so far… /deep drag… entraining peace…*

peace with a knife

*Well, it is a shambles, Clicky… /wink…*

… Last night’s remote viewing on the other hand was completely different. First up, the third installment of a synchronicity series Cade and I have been following on Youtube…

*33 minutes long… /squints… Hmm…*

… Followed by an incredibly interesting documentary that had appeared in my Youtube ‘Recommended’ section earlier in the  evening. Whereas the Hindsight 20/20 video chappie complained of an abundance of information, so much so that he couldn’t possibly show it all, the documentary laid out the history and leading characters in the development of mankind’s perception of ‘Information’…

*Ooh, now that is interesting about time… /stubs butt… it’s not the doc we viewed though, Clicky. Stop messing about…*

*Yeah, you’re right. Apols, Clicky… /pats snout… Now play the fucking video…*

*Thank you… /flicks lighter… I guess… /lights up… in fiction, information can go back and forth in time, even as time is moving forward…*

*Heh. That’s Susan, knot Tiffany, Clicky… /stretches… Well, I fink this shambles is dun wiv me old China… /smokes contentedly… Best get a song to finish it off…*

Thanks for stopping by, Dear Reader, and enjoy the rest of your we kenned. It might turn into a long one 😉 Have a Song…

Roman Holiday

*The pinnacle of Python, Clicky…/pats snout… Funny with a cutting social commentary that is just so fuckin’ timeless. It’s one of my favourite flicks…*

Dear Reader, I’m on the second of two consecutive long weekends. Ostensibly, I’m using up the last of my 2019 annual leave to squirrel myself away, and write a story for the next Underdog Anthology…

*I’ve been mulling over an idea… /lights up and smokes… for a follow up to the story of Caroline…*

*No, knot that Caroline. I still have no idea who that bint was, Clicky… /drags… ‘cept she was pretty handy with a lamp…*

*No, no, knot Awful Eyebrows either… /snorts smoke… Seriously, did you even read ‘Caesar’s Were-Wife’, Clicky? …/squints…*

…But instead indulged in a spot of lengthy remote viewing with my Texas chum, the Okie Devil, Cade Fon Apollyon. From the ‘Golden Age’ of BBC drama, we took in a tale of boundless ambition, glory, lust, incest, cruelty, insanity and murder. Lots and lots of murder…

*That was a sesh anna ‘arf… /flicks ash… Dunno if it’ll help me with developing my UAXI story though, Clicky…*

*An’ how’s an unpleasant Limp Dim, with a predilection for slavery, meant to help me write the story, Clicky?*

*Ah…/stubs butt… I fink that calls for a Song…*

*I meant for the end of the post, Clicky… /rolls eyes…*

… So for this long we kenned, Dear Reader, I’m gonna start writing ‘The Hides of Marchway’, and I’ll be back when it’s finished. Have a Song 😉

 

 

Incense To In Know Sense

‘In Wuhan, a steel-gray sky hung over the melancholy day of Li’s death. An impromptu memorial of flowers, a black-and-white photograph and singed cigarettes — a stand-in for joss sticks — formed at the entrance of the hospital where he had died.’

Li Wengliang Shrine three cigarettes

*Simple butt powerful though, Clicky… /Lights up… Ironic considering smokers are made to stand out… /drags… side…*

joss sticks goo gel def ignition

*Aye… /streams smokes… asses free…* 

incense (n.)

late 13c., “gum or other substance producing a sweet smell when burned,” from Old French encens (12c.), from Late Latin incensum “burnt incense,” literally “that which is burnt,” noun use of neuter past participle of Latin incendere “set on fire” (see incendiary). Meaning “smoke or perfume of incense” is from late 14c.

incense (v.1)

early 15c., encensen “to arouse, inspire,” from Old French incenser, from Latin incensare, frequentative of incendere “set on fire,” figuratively “incite, enrage, rouse” (see incendiary). From mid-15c. as “to provoke, anger.” Literal sense “to heat, make (something) hot” is from c. 1500 in English but is rare.

incense (v.2)

“to offer incense, perfume with incense, fumigate (something) with incense,” late 13c., encensenincensen, from incense (n.) or from Old French encenser (11c.), or directly from Medieval Latin incensare.

This week, Dear Reader, I have been incensed. Why? Lots of reasons. I should have known from the start…

Roob and Legs discuss Doctor WHO

*/deep drag… arf baked… /snorts smoke… It was jusso…*

awful

*Yeah… /flicks ash… foe kin or fall, Clicky… /sighs… Way too much crying wolf going on these days… /stubs butt…*

*It can lead to some awful decisions taken… /eyes fag packet…*

*Ah, when the Doctor and assistant had at least some chemistry between ’em…/flicks lighter…*

*When a 3 2 1 ray show worked… /lights up… Clicky, be a doll and get me some chainsmokers. I’m in the mood…*

That is all, Dear Reader. Have a Song.

*/smokes contentedly… Fanks, Clicky… /pats snout…*

Adventures in Remote Viewing: Lyings & Triggers & Scares…

*Nice orange background on that, Clicky…/lights up and smokes… Quite right. Gotta be sensitive to others…*

This week, Dear Reader, Cade Fon Apollyon and I have been remote viewing Terry Gilliam movies…

*/drags… Sumfin’s… /holds smoke in lungs… always afoot, Clicky… /exhales…*

… and Elena left a strange request on Thursday’s MFM post whilst we were in the act of remote viewing The Adventures of Baron Munchhausen

“My favourite French word is Particuliar, if you would care to think about that and tell me what you see.”

Cade and Roob on Munchhausens by Bhaji

*Synonymous with lying… /flicks ash… Pah! Tickle ya! …/grins… The movie certainly tickled me, Clicky. That scene in particular… So many big names in small roles…*

… But we started on Tuesday when the choice of movie for remote viewing that evening – Twelve Monkeys – was triggered by the news that the infectious Coronavirus had arrived in Seattle, Washington from the East…

Roob tells Legs of 12 Monkeys sync

*More like a confluence of influence, Clicky… /rolls eyes… Cade’s choice of documentary to view before the movie had a bearing, as I told Frank on MEROVEE the next day.. /blows smoke rings…*

Roob spills on Merovee

*/final drag… Could a ‘thin coat of paint’ be considered sumfin of a film?  …/stubs butt… Good film, though despite the scary sync… /sighs…*

On Wednesday Terry Gilliam’s fellow Python, Terry Jones, died…

Merovee Frank Bucket Bouquet

*/cocks head… A higher sync? …/shrugs… Brrr, it’s getting cold… /shivers… I’d better finish this shambles and get sumfin to eat. You get a Song, Clicky…*

*I know we remote viewed Time Bandits last night but I wasn’t  intending to include it, Clicky…*

*What are you up to? …/squints…*

Dear Reader… Have a Song…