Extended CLICK5… CLICKB8: Swanning To The Moon…
On The Lash: Missus Flair
‘As the scaffolding of the planetary system arises, a newborn star emerges from the nebula where the Anthropos is embedded. Owing to its superior mass, the star causes the emergent planetary system to cohere around it. It becomes the central sun of the Archontic heaven, a realm of celestial mechanics dominated by blind, inorganic forces.
‘Sophia shames the Demiurge by declaring to him that the Anthropos, though yet unborn, surpasses the Archons in intelligence, for humanity is an emanation of the Pleroma, whereas the Archons arise outside the cosmic core, without an act of emanation. Witnessing this reprimand, and shocked by the arrogance of the Demiurge, the newborn star undergoes a conversion: it chooses to align with Sophia against the realm of Archontic forces, i.e., the inorganic planetary field.
‘The fallen goddess recognizes this choice and produces from herself a daughter in her own likeness, the life force Zoe, who unites with the sun, the mother star of the planetary system.’
Not In His Image – John Lamb Lash
*Ha! …/lights up… Thoughtful Man …/drags… took me to see that on our first date, Clicky… /stream smoke… ‘is mate at work told ‘im it was a sure fire guarantee to get ‘im laid…*
*Wot? Nah, it’s a musical based on an opera… /smokes…*
Apparently, Dear Reader, solar and lunar events are imminent…
…Firstly, there will be a Black Supermoon tomorrow…
… And secondly, a rather particular storm is coming…
‘An absolutely massive hole has formed in the upper atmosphere of the Sun, and our planet will align with that hole later this week. Once the alignment happens, Earth will be bombarded by a “solar storm”, and nobody is quite sure yet how bad it will be. If the storm is relatively minor, we could just experience a few disruptions to satellite communications and see some pretty lights in the sky.
‘But if the storm is really severe, our electrical grid could be fried and we could experience widespread power outages. According to the Express, “the solar storm will hit Earth on July 31 or August 1″…’
*/stubs butt… No, it’s a newspaper, Clicky… /rolls eyes… Mind you, if a solar flare does deep fry our electrics…*
*’Xactly… /scratches nose… I wonder if the eco-loonies ‘ave properly fought about wot they wish for…*
*That’s right, Clicky, winter is coming…*
… So, solar flares and spring tides notwithstanding, Dear Reader, we hope to see you back at the LoL soon…Have a Song… 😉
Good news was received online today, Dear Reader…
Good News Bearer: Cream puff has been born 😀
Roob: Is that a pink or blue cream puff? 😀
Good News Bearer: Pink 😀
*How exciting, Clicky! /claps and rubs hands together… Pink cream puff arrived today… *
*/drools… On the day of the Super Blue Blood Moon! …/wipes lips…*
*/lights up… The door is IN US …/:D…*
*Sew… /drags… Any fin ‘appening, Clicky? Any fin inner resting inner noose? …/snorts smoke…*
*Ooh, is that coming to an ‘ed? …/puffs… I know, Clicky… /taps teeth… Go get a song…*
Update: 2nd February 2018
Pink Cream Puff is Leggy’s first grandchild 😀
“Hey! Come take a look at the moon. It’s everso bright tonight.” I called out to Thoughtful Man.
I stood in the doorway, shivering in the darkness, as Poppy stalked nocturnal creatures in the long grass of the garden. The last run out of the evening – her location only given away by her ramrod tail, like an antenna… ‘Taking a dump, here’.
Soft footsteps approached from behind before warm arms casually embraced my shoulders. “Oh my god, Looby, you stink!”
“Mum. I’m one of the top three thousand COD Black Ops 3 players in the world… I sweat.”
I gently lifted his arms and twirled away from beneath them. “Yes, well you need to have a wash before you go to bed.” I marveled at his hairy lankiness and tried to remember the last time I was able to pick him up.
“What’s up?” Thoughtful Man joined us, closely followed by an equally hairy but broad shouldered Kitten who’d been loitering around the fridge. Again.
“Look. I don’t think it’s full but the moon is really bright tonight.” I pointed out to the shimmering disc floating above the rooftops over the way.
‘Ums’ and ‘ahs’ and ‘Oh yeahs’ followed before Thoughtful Man pointed out the sentry. “Look, he’s carrying a lance or a pike.”
“What’s the other thing, then?” I asked as Poppy decided to rejoin the crowd.
“Dunno. Some sort of giant spider…”
I grabbed the handle and pulled the backdoor close. “Cheers! Thanks for that thought.” I shivered again, this time from the sensation of three separate hands making creepy crawlie movements on my back and head. “Bastards! Don’t do that!”
Poppy gave me her ‘pick me up’ look as the three men of the house moved away, howling with laughter.