Apols, Dear Reader. I’m going to have to split this post in two; it’s laden with gifs you see, and if I don’t, you’ll never able to load the page. I’ll place a link to Part 2 at the end…
*Starting with a selfie of us with Rose eh, Clicky? …/lights up… The Blue universe is as gooda place to start as any…*
*But actually I’m gonna start in the Aqua universe… /drags…*
Leggy has finally published Underdog Anthology VI: The Gallows Stone 😀 Ten stories, seven authors and a corrupted corruption of E.A. Poe’s ‘The Raven’ on the Dead Poets page at the end. It’s a real Halloween treat…
Leggy has written a spine-tingling tale about a haunted gallows stone for the book. Syncing, spookily enough, with the title of the second episode of the new Doctor Who series, ‘The Ghost Monument’. Fellow Underdog Anthology author, Cade and I viewed it remotely together on Monday evening…
*Whoa there, Clicky… /streams smoke… We’ll get to the Tardis in part 2… /taps ash… First let’s show Dear Reader how tobacco saved the day…*
The episode opens with the Doctor and fam floating in space. Now this could have been a very short episode, nay series, indeed. Because…
*Quite…*
Fortunately the gang are immediately scooped up to safety as ‘bonuses’ by the last two competitors of an intergalactic contest, in search of the final leg, a shifting planet…
‘Winner takes it all, loser abandoned to death’. Dems da the rules of Ilin, holographic sponsor of the competition…
*Art Majik… /puffs… on a cruel, deadish planet called Desolation…*
The first contestant to arrive for the final straight is Angstrom, a orange haired, spunky lesbian with a Norn Iron twang, from the planet Albar. She wants to win so she can save her planet and people from the Blue Tooth baddies we met in episode 1. The other contestant is Epzo, a gravelly voiced, gammon faced loner, who’s brought his own prize…
*Tobacco! Promoted on a kid’s tv programme? …/sniggers… Butt it’s so politically correct, Clicky…*
And did the Doctor enlighten Epzo to the dangers of smoking, Dear Reader?
Not a bit of it. In fact she was quite refreshing…
*Even after an epic rant about guns, Clicky, she detonates a fucking EMP bomb and fries the insides of an army of sniperbots… /nods approvingly… *
And she said nothing when Angstrom cut Epzo free of a nocturnal, leech-like bandage baddie… using – shock, horror – a knife!
When it came to a really tight spot – surrounded by a multitude of dirty, soul-sucking bandages, in a field of a choking acetylene gas – What did she do?
… ‘Idiot’ Angstrom used the knife she carried to save his life; ‘Selfish’ Epzo gave up his longed for prize to save them all. So near the finish line; one of them would win and the other would die, what’s The Doctor to suggest?
*Get a Song, Clicky, love… /stubs butt… It’s too late to start Part 2 tonight. Those gifs took for fuckin’ ever to make…*
Sew there’s you go, Dear Reader, how tobacco saved the day on the BBC’s prime time TV show for children, and why the new Doctor Who series is as subversive as ever. I’ll post part 2, ‘Bloody Woman!’ tomorrow if I can. In the meantime… Have a Song 😉
“to commit (a corpse) to earth,” late 14c., from earth (n.). Related: Earthed; earthing.
Apols! I was hoping to write a post and include a link to the Underdog Anthology 6 (UAVI) this time, Dear Reader…
*Pass us me fags, Clicky. Ta… /lights up… This could be a shambles an’ half…*
… But unfortunately the publisher Leggy’s still waiting for some final corrections from Anthology author Justin Sunshine…
*/drags… Bin nuffin butt sunshine recently in Frank’s posts in the Red universe, Clicky… /plumes smoke…*
… You’ll have to wait for that, Dear Reader, but with any luck UAVI should be published this weekend. Sew… instead l thought I’d write about that god-like scientist, the newly regenerated Doctor, who was last seen at Christmas…
… Falling out of the sky…
*/drags… You gno, this ‘ol premise reminds me of sumfin, Clicky… /streams smoke…*
… And who landed back on our screens last Sunday.
*I say, interesting choice of first alien baddie for her toof ace, Clicky… /plays with lighter…*
I gotta thank the Rev for his delightfully insightful Who companion posts for sparking off some insights of my own…
‘Ryan’s view count is nineteen, which is a CLEAR AND UNAMBIGUOUS reference to Paul Hardcastle’s iconic song about the Vietnam War, indicating a likely story arc for Series 12. And his subscriber count is sitting pretty at thirty-seven, which is not a random number and certainly NOT A COINCIDENCE. Thirty-seven, you will recall, is the age of Dennis the political peasant in Monty Python and the Holy Grail – a film that introduced us to the delightful Tim the Enchanter. You see? There was a whopping great clue about the identity of this episode’s villain smack bang in the middle of the opening scene, and not ONE of you noticed. Not one. I’m not angry, folks, I’m just disappointed.’
*/flicks ash… an’ furty seven’s also the atomic number of Roob Idiom… /puffs…*
*Kaiser? …/taps teeth… Yeah, I’ve heard that name a lot in the news recently… /drags…*
*Onna Crane! …/blows smoke ring… Well done, Clicky! She remembers she gnos who she is on a crane… /pats snout…*
All in all, I enjoyed this first episode with the new Doctor, Dear Reader, and I am looking forward to meeting up with the TARDIS again…
* ‘Opefully tomorrah, Clicky… /final drag… and UAVI to be published to more ah as well…*
*I saw that last night, posted in the Blue Frank’s universe…/snorts smoke… Another smoker falls to their death ‘cos of nasty Not-see policy… /bows head…*
Cade: I think a better question would be…who in the hell are you?
X: Doesn’t feel right, does it?
Cade: No, not really.
0: Maybe that’s what happens when you let something sit in your head for too long.
Cade: It’s possible. But just because something pops into my head doesn’t mean I need to write it down.
Z: Any other current examples you can list to relate?
Cade: SoPi J.
Z: Been stewing on that one for a while?
Cade: Yes I have.
Z: And what have you come up with?
Cade: Well, SoPi K came along last night, so I think I’m going to skip SoPi J for now, and maybe talk about SoPi K a bit…try and flesh it out.
Z: Do you think that’s a good idea?
Cade: 😦
X: Why do you think that a certain something might not feel right?
Cade: The first time that you wander into a new environment as a kid, your eyes are likely to boggle as you marvel in wonder at the unknown/never before seen.
T: Can you think of an example?
0: Yeah. Give us an example 😉
Cade: A department store.
C: Anything else pop into that head of yours as to an example?
Cade: Yeah…The Colosseum scene from Gladiator.
Z: When all of Proximo’s gladiators see it for the first time?
Cade: That’s the one. Juba says, “I did not know men could build such things.”
X: And what about subsequent visits?
Cade: I think the wonder and awe is likely still there, but it’s been constrained a bit.
Z: Constrained by rules and regulations.
Cade: True that. Loads and loads of rules, regulations, constraints, weight limits, size limits…everything has been qualified and quantified.
Z: Just takes us a while to learn and understand the hows and whys behind the system and systems that created this new environment…is that what you are saying?
Cade: Something like that.
X: Do you think such knowledge crushes the glow of that initial awe and wonder?
Cade: It certainly can.
A: Overwhelming the overwhelmed…that’s quite the concept to ponder.
Cade: Indeed it is.
X: Has anything in particular overwhelmed you lately?
Cade: To quote “T” here…”Let’s talk about that.”
X: Good show.
Cade: I guess time will tell.
T: …
^Gorillaz – Humility (Official Video)^
*******
*Nice one, Clicky! So much better than going with a department store opening… /lights up… *
Ah, there you are, Dear Reader. As you can see, the Okie Devil of Text US – Cade Fon Apollyon – has sent a brand spanking, new missive through to the LoL…
…#111 to be exact, and I for one am looking forward to finding out what SoPi J & K are all about…
*Ah, but did you know Elvis played at the Coliseum, Clicky? …/drags…*
So yeah, let’s us talk about that. And what is “that” you may ask? Welp, my own personal method is to get a vague idea as to what I want to write about, then just let it develop as I actually type. That’s why I tend not to edit things as I go, leave mistakes in grammar/spelling and the like, and not fear looking like an idiot when I know that I’m going out on a limb. If I edit out all of the chaff and rough bits and whatnot, there’s no indication to the reader as to what went into the rock tumbler in order to get the rocks shiny. Not suggesting that I don’t have my own “trade secrets” so to speak, because I do…I just tell you what they are.
EX: Much of my writing includes concepts about talking to strangers and/or people that I don’t know. Animals, gods, ghosts, demons/angels, aliens, Artificial Intelligences, girls, angry neighbors, etc..
X: lolz…wait a minute here…did you just equate “girls” with gods, ghosts, aliens and angry neighbors?
Cade: Girls are weird.
X: /shakes head and laughs.
0: Carry on dude.
Cade: K 😛
I sometimes have trouble speaking with others. Mainly, I think this is because I am sometimes expected to say something, but I cannot because I have nothing to say. In this and these instances, my not having anything to say is viewed as something lacking on my part, or perhaps even a failure of some kind. But my thinking is, that if you say something to me, and expect me to say something back, why don’t you just have the conversation all on your own, and leave me out of the discussion entirely.
I don’t need someone prompting me to get the answers you want, in the way you want them…it’s likely gonna end badly for everyone. So yeah, I try and avoid being bound by pride in my writing, and just let my writing flow as best I can. I may not get anywhere, but someone else may be able to learn something.
/me shrugs
^”Souvenir” lyric video – SWIMM^
Happy Friday fuckheeds!
Today is Friday August 17th of the year 2018 CE.
I know someone who is…
erm…
…extra super duper happy today.
Let’s toss a song her way.
❤
^GOOD VIBRATIONS (HD) THE BEACH BOYS^
And since we are currently on flights of fancy, how bout a quick viddy of this vid that just popped up on my YouTube feed. Care for a quick spin in a North American P-51 Mustang?
Pro-Tip: If it wasn’t for the Limeys and their input + their Rolls Royce Merlin engines, the P-51 Mustang would not be what it is.
And what is the P-51 Mustang you might ask?
It is what it is.
^THE ULTIMATE P51 MUSTANG FLIGHT with ATC Audio!^
Before I get to SoPi K, here’s something that I just stumbled across on IMGUR called “Sacred Geometry – Vector Set”.
So, this is a single image, that contains four sets of shapes, and each set of shapes contains nine individual shapes for a total of thirty-six individual shapes…all in one image. Let’s get back to our department store with the boggly-eyed kid, who is seeing a department store for the first time. And let us use this sacred geometry as a representation of our department store.
There are some people that have likely never heard of the concept of “sacred geometry”. I know that I had never heard of it, and then I did hear about it, saw it, and now I know a little bit about what it is and what it can be said to be representative of. So let’s us wander off to a show that was on HBO years ago called Carnivàle.
In this show, the concept of “management” is a prevalent theme. I’ve thought about that concept quite a bit, and especially as it relates to “knowing”.
Q: Do you know who manages our planet?
A: ¿?¿?¿?¿?¿
Yeah…tough question. And via the damnedest of methods, it occurred to me one day to ponder the concept of…”ownership”.
Management and Ownership as it relates to our planet.
It’s likely that we can relate better to ownership than we can to management. Management is always in a state of flux. But ownership is absolute. Prolly why it’s so vague and so thin in most instances. The scramble of management buzzing around what is and is not owned, and by whom. Let’s mix in some Lucifer and God in that image of ownership/management, and we’ll just leave it there and let you stew on it. Actually, add Brahma and Shiva in there with God and Lucifer. I’ve been thinking about those two a lot lately.
^Slowdive – Sugar for the Pill (Official Video)^
Let’s continue the detour so we can stay on target…
Let’s stop there for a second, and pull a blurb from that second Wikipedia article…
‘Gout was historically known as “the disease of kings” or “rich man’s disease”.
I wonder how that came about? There’s a mention that gout has been known to be around since the time of the Ancient Egyptians, and there’s also something there about gout being more common in those who drink beer.
I wonder if The Universe keeps records, and if so, how. Gotta be system designed to keep the records more or less intact and decypherable.
^DWIG – Orange Evening (LUL007)^
This guy Legiron has a book called “Fear The Witch (for it is you)”, and I gotta admit that the first time I heard of this book, I couldn’t help but smile a bit. Clever title and, to me anyway, it speaks a lot to the Alchemists of the now who seem to try and get away from the more erm…”mystical”….types of associations that go along with brewing and concocting all kinds of crazy shit.
Now, if I were to mention a certain…erm…”ceremony” right now, and this ceremony was a balancing of hammers upon a stone, and these balanced hammers on this stone would then be reviewed by the master? That may not mean much to you. Hell, it may not mean anything to you. But it means something to me.
^Deadmau5 – Clockwork (1080p) || HD^
OH!!! And did I mention…these hammers that are balanced on this stone, welp, the stone they are balanced upon, is itself, balanced atop another stone. So yeah, a stone, balanced atop another stone, and the hammers are then balanced upon the balanced stone. Quite the metaphor for accuracy with respect to builders and building…eh? Welp, if you consider that this same ceremony was performed prior to the start of construction, and the mass and shape of these hammers was calculated at that time.
Yes, I just suggested that part of this process included calculating the shape, mass/density of these hammers prior to use, then calculated again after use.
Q: Do you think hammer manufacturers of today calculate the number of atoms in a hammer prior to use, and the number of atoms contained in the same hammer after use?
A: ?!!!?
It’s doubtful, but possible.
I wonder if they would if they could.
Not only that, but what if they could track each and every atom that comes off of that/those hammers, and trace where they went?
You think anyone would be interested in such a thing?
Certainly might help in other areas.
(cough) DU (cough)
Sorry…got a bit choked up there.
^CHVRCHES – Recover^
Short of nulling them off, do you think it possible for someone to forget their scars?
Tattoos have become quite popular.
I wonder if there is any connection there. Elective surgery is also quite popular these days. Deadly, but popular.
Not sure what else to say about it right now, other than day before yesterday, I cut my fingernails for the first time in a month, and there’s not a single fingertip that isn’t sore as fuck. Lots of hangnails that are spinning and spiraling off the nails like coil-springs that were previously under tension, and are now whirling around seeking a new center after I cut my nails.
That likely sounds improbable, and maybe even impossible, but I watch my nails and have been watching them for quite some time. The fingers do all kinds of things, and this “new world” of ours has lots of things in it that have changed the dynamics of how the fingers move/what they do.
So, we’ve got a healthy case of logistics and mechanics backing up the physics of the/a body.
Q: Are you happy?
A: ???
Only you can answer that.
^Vini Vici – Expender^
There appears to have been another purge on Twitter recently. The odd thing is, that from two different unrelated sources, two different Twitter users claim to have lost around twenty (20) followers.
Q: Why is everyone focused on their followers?
A: ¿¿¿
In the 1.5 years that I’ve been more or less actively participating on/in Twitter, I’ve never heard anyone say…
”DAMN! I LOST 20 PEOPLE I WAS FOLLOWING TODAY!!!”
I wonder what’s up with that? I mean, I’m only following 116 people, but I can pretty much tell you why I followed each and every one of them. Not only that, I notice when certain people that I follow stop tweeting and/or their tweets seem to disappear. One recent such example was/is a gal who I had only recently started following, and she turns up a month later with cancer.
😦
There are many people that I follow that I’d like to drop a line to occasionally and just say…
“hey, haven’t seen you around much, hope you are OK.”
…and sometimes I do just that. Like this one gal that posts a lot of “earthy/witchy” photos that are pretty cool. She comes and goes, and I’ve dropped her a line once to just say hey, but people seem to get creeped out by that for some reason. I mean, are you REALLY worried about your followers? Like…really really worried about them? Or are they just some number that should be silent and compliant in sitting in your followers queue.
Just sayin'.
^Swedish House Mafia – Greyhound – Extended Video Remix HD^
Hell…there’s a guy that I follow on Twitter that is dead. Yeah…the motherfucker died not long ago. I don’t expect to see any tweets from him anytime soon, but I’m sure as shit not going to unfollow the poor bastard just because he died. I mean…not too anxious to follow him either…if you know what I mean…but yeah.
lolz
I have no clue what I’m trying to say here.
rofl
^Indian Spirit 2017 – DJ CAPTAIN HOOK^
I’ve not done a whatever/missive in a while, but I’ve been thinking about them. Pretty much cut myself off of anything and everything on The Internet except for Twitter and the occasional foray on my own blogger blog. I mean, hell, I don’t even read Frank Davis nor Underdog Bites Upwards anymore.
Nothing against them, just am where I am.
Plus, I had a pretty big something happen in my life about a month ago.
Scared me.
Scared me bad.
I’m still dealing with it.
Hope you are good tho.
TTYL
^Planet Funk – Chase The Sun (Extended Version) 2002^
*Oh I watched that film last night, Clicky… /puts fag to lips… First time. I can see why it’s considered a cult classic…*
‘The English phrase rule of thumb refers to a principle with broad application that is not intended to be strictly accurate or reliable for every situation. It refers to an easily learned and easily applied procedure or standard, based on practical experience rather than theory. This usage of the phrase can be traced back to the seventeenth century.’
Good evening, Dear Reader. I don’t know if you’ve heard, but there was a major meteor occurrence toward the end of July…
‘Data from NASA’s Jet Propulsion Laboratory shows reported fireball events for which geographic locations are provided. Each event’s calculated total impact energy is indicated by its relative size and by color. The record shows a meteor traveling at 24.4 kilometers per second (54,000 mph) at 76.9 degrees north latitude, 69.0 degrees west longitude, on July 25 at 11:55 p.m, slammed into the atmosphere directly over Thule, Greenland.’
… And in this, our MAD whirled, the potential ramifications for such a happening, are scary as fuck…
‘According to the Military Times, the meteor “struck…miles from a key U.S. early warning air base,” which is home to the 12th Space Warning Squadron based at Thule, that operates and maintains the Air Base in support of missile warning, space surveillance, and satellite command-and-control operations missions. Thule is located 1,207 km (750 miles) north of the Arctic Circle and 1,524 km (947 miles) from the North Pole on the northwest side of the island of Greenland.’
… But in the context of the John Lamb Lash Sophia’s Correction narrative, it was Right on the gnos…
*Yeah, not only am I currently reading Lashy’s book during smoke breaks, Clicky… /drags… but on the 25th July, during the drought of ’76, a very famous image was taken… /flicks ash…*
I read about the mysterious meteor incident at around five a.m. this morning, before going to sleep. I mentioned it to my friend Cade, the Okie Devil of Text US, via DM in the Yellow universe…
*/drags… ‘Cos it’s the weekend innit, Clicky? …/streams smoke… “Mum’s time” as the boyz call it, when I can live in whatever fuckin’ time zone I bloody well like…*
‘region or island at northernmost part of the world, Old English, from Latin, from Greek Thyle “land six days’ sail north of Britain” (Strabo, quoting a lost portion of a work by Polybius, itself based on a lost account of a voyage to the north by 4c. B.C.E. geographer Pytheas). The identity of the place and the source of the name have sparked much speculation; Polybius doubted the whole thing, and since Roman times the name has been used in a transferred sense of “extreme limits of travel” (Ultima Thule).
‘The barbarians showed us where the sun set. For it happened in those places that the night was extremely short, lasting only two or three hours; and the sun sunk under the horizon, after a short interval reappeared at his rising. [Pytheas]’
‘The name was given to a trading post in Greenland in 1910, site of a U.S. air base in World War II.’
Cade was quite correct; there was a Thule Society…
‘According to Hitler biographer Ian Kershaw, the organization’s “membership list … reads like a Who’s Who of early Nazi sympathizers and leading figures in Munich”, including Rudolf Hess, Alfred Rosenberg, Hans Frank, Julius Lehmann, Gottfried Feder, Dietrich Eckart, and Karl Harrer.
‘However, Nicholas Goodrick-Clarke contends that Hans Frank and Rudolf Hess had been Thule members, but other leading Nazis had only been invited to speak at Thule meetings or they were entirely unconnected with it. According to Johannes Hering, “There is no evidence that Hitler ever attended the Thule Society.”‘
*/drags.. Ease a clever fuck, Clicky… /holds smoke… ‘Rhum’ is a much better pun… /blows smoke rings… Must be ‘cos ease a pilot an’ can navigate… /flicks ash… Wouldn’t have occurred to me… /drags… *
*/snorts smoke… Yeah I saw that ‘rumba’ was ‘perhaps originally “the course of a ship,”‘ …/pats snout… Well spotted, Clicky… /final drag…*
Alas I couldn’t keep my eyes open any longer, Dear Reader, but Cade carried on whilst I slept…
*/stubs butt… Blimey! Heraclitus sounds a bit like Lashy in his self-taught, independent approach to feel O Sophie…*
‘mid-14c., “a ringing of a bell” especially as a call to church service, generally considered a shortened form of appeal (n.), with the notion of a bell that “summons” people to church (compare similar evolution in peach (v.)). Extended sense of “loud ringing of bells” is first recorded 1510s.’
1630s, “magical figure cut or engraved under certain observances,” from French talisman, in part via Arabic tilsam (plural tilsaman), from Byzantine Greek telesma “talisman, religious rite, payment,” earlier “consecration, ceremony,” originally in ancient Greek “completion,” from telein “perform (religious rites), pay (tax), fulfill,” from telos “end, fulfillment, completion” (see telos). The Arabic word also was borrowed into Turkish, Persian, Hindi. Related: Talismanic; talismanical.
*Another beltin’ discovery, Clicky… /taps ash… by scientists re-examining the evidence they already ‘ad…*
…So Cade and I watched Gladiator together instead, Dear Reader. I’d only ever seen the movie once before; Thoughtful Man is allergic to it. I’d quiet forgotten about the talismans…
…of the avenging General Maximus…
… And his final words…
*/final drag… Lucy-us… /stubs butt… Ooh, I wonder if Cade fancies watching that movie tonight…*
My surgical wounds are healing quite nicely, Dear Reader, so I’m back to work tomorrow. Now the insufferable heat has finally broken, perhaps conditions in the office won’t be too uncomfortable…
I do understand that these last three posts have been somewhat dense, so if you don’t have the time – or let’s face it, the inclination – to listen to any of the John Lamb Lash Gnostic talks, the bare bones of Goddess Sophia mythos are laid out as follows…
1. A singularity, the potential for a unique divine experiment, emerges in the galactic center (Pleroma);
2. Two divinities (Aeons) in the galactic core, Sophia and Thelete, configure the singularity into the Anthropos, i.e., they encode template of the human species;
3. The divinities of the cosmic center collectively project the Anthropos into the galactic limbs where it can emerge and evolve experimentally in many worlds;
4. Fascinated by the possibilities of the human experiment, and compelled by a desire to be involved in it, the Aeon Sophia plunges from the galactic center;
5. Sophia’s solitary and anomalous act (“the fall of the wisdom goddess”) sets off a bizarre side-effect on elementary matter in the galactic limbs, producing the Archons, an inorganic species with a hive mentality that proceeds to construct a planetary system under the direction of a reptilian overlord, Ialdabaoth;
6. As the densification of Sophia’s energies assumes a globular, planet-like form, eventually to become the earth, a newborn sun (the Mother Star) emerges from a nebular cloud in the spiral arms and churns the chaos of the proto-planetary disk into a system of centralized orbits. The terrestrial globe becomes captured in this system of celestial mechanics. The Mother Star affects a “structural coupling” with the unique planet arising from Sophia’s metamorphosis of Sophia, so that the two bodies, sun and earth, will be symbiotic;
7. Sophia, originally a mass-free current of living luminosity, gradually solidifies into the earth, morphing into the elements of terrestrial habitat. In a final definitive condensation of Sophia’s energies, the terrestrial globe secretes the moon like a massive pearl, thus completing the three-body system, earth-sun-moon with special properties distinct from the rest of the solar system;
8. Observing that Sophia cannot manage the prodigious explosion of biological diversity she produces, the divinities of the galactic center send the Aeon Christos to configure and coordinate the instinctual life-plans of her progeny. This is the Christic intercession;
9. With the full metamorphosis of Sophia into Gaia, the living earth, humanity emerges as a unique part of her experiment but without knowing how it is so. Thus, the “mistake” of overriding cosmic boundaries leaves Sophia in a dilemma regarding how to achieve her “correction,” that is, the coordination or harmonization of her experiment in the galactic limbs with its origin in the galactic center.’
*Yeah, you’re probably right, Clicky…*
See you in August, Dear Reader, and… Have a Song ❤
Friday 27th July 2012 saw the Opening Ceremony of the XXX Olympic Games in London, Dear Reader. Nerves were twanging, excitement was high and the heat? Well, that was certainly oppressive.
Would we fuck it up? We’re bound to fuck it up. We are a nation of fuck ups after all…
*Ha! The emergency number ends on “free”, Clicky …/lights up…*
… Or are we? I wonder…
“Greetings, again. And once again, to each and all, whoever cares and dares to listen, and whoever WONDERS if you may have some role to PLAY in the great design of things. The great design of things that can only be revealed to you, accurately and adequately from the Gnostic point of view.”
*Back then I’d never even ‘erd of synchronicity, Clicky… /drags… Let alone the Fallen Goddess Scenario… /plumes smoke…*
*What a fucking entrance! Mrs Reign’s bonded skyfall arrival was a hoot an’ a half!*
After my post LoL posting snooze yesterday afternoon, Dear Reader, I got in contact with my good friend, Cade – he lives in Texas; they’re 6 hours behind. He’s very kindly been keeping me company whilst I convalesce from my unexpected surgery…
*Danny Boyle’s an ardent Remainer? …/flicks ash… I wonder if he finks Brexit will lead to pan-demon-ium, Clicky? …/deep drag…*
*/thinks and smokes… To be fair, Clicky, the Closing Ceremony could ‘ave been directed by Ed Wood…*
*Yes, I did tell him having boils felt kinda ‘skanky’, Clicky… /final drag…*
*/squints… Yeah the IOC won’t let that play, Clicky…*
Slumdog Millionaire is indeed a very syncy film, Dear Reader…
… And I highly recommend it. Hopefully, Cade and I can watch Ed Wood tonight, Dear Reader. I’ll tell you about that tomorrow but until then… Have a Song… 😉
Quite unexpectedly, Dear Reader, I spent Tuesday night in hospital…
*/lights up…Had to be a 137 in there sumwear eh, Clicky?*
Hospital (n.1)
‘mid-13c., “shelter for the needy,” from Old French hospital, ospital “hostel, shelter, lodging” (Modern French hôpital), from Late Latin hospitale “guest-house, inn,” noun use of neuter of Latin adjective hospitalis “of a guest or host” (as a noun, “a guest; the duties of hospitality”), from hospes (genitive hospitis) “guest; host;” see host (n.1).
‘The sense of “charitable institution to house and maintain the needy” in English is from early 15c.; meaning “institution for sick or wounded people” is first recorded 1540s. The same word, contracted, is hostel and hotel. The sense shift in Latin from duties to buildings might have been via the common term cubiculum hospitalis “guest-chamber.” The Latin adjective use continued in Old French, where ospital also could mean “hospitable” and ospitalite could mean “hospital.”‘
… It all happened so quickly…
*There’s ALWAYS a shining silver lining, Clicky… /drags…*
host (n.1)
‘”person who receives guests,” especially for pay, late 13c., from Old French oste, hoste “guest, host, hostess, landlord” (12c., Modern French hôte), from Latin hospitem (nominative hospes) “guest, stranger, sojourner, visitor (hence also ‘foreigner’),” also “host; one bound by ties of hospitality.”
‘This appears to be from PIE *ghos-pot-, a compound meaning “guest-master” (compare Old Church Slavonic gospodi “lord, master,” literally “lord of strangers”), from the roots *ghos-ti- “stranger, guest, host” and *poti- “powerful; lord.” The etymological notion is of someone “with whom one has reciprocal duties of hospitality” [Watkins]. The biological sense of “animal or plant having a parasite” is from 1857.’
… So I’m at home, Dear Reader. Sore – sure, and still kinda groggy but there is no fucking way I’m gonna try and get to my job on the 13th and top floor of the LA Tower…
*Knot that LA Tower, Clicky… /flicks ash… Local Authority…*
…One which has NO air conditioning…
*And at the start of this week, Clicky, no fucking drinking water either! …/slurps back cold drink… Honestly…*
*ghos-ti-
‘Proto-Indo-European root meaning “stranger, guest, host,” properly “someone with whom one has reciprocal duties of hospitality,” representing “a mutual exchange relationship highly important to ancient Indo-European society” [Watkins]. But as strangers are potential enemies as well as guests, the word has a forked path.
The word ghos-ti- was thus the central expression of the guest-host relationship, a mutual exchange relationship highly important to ancient Indo-European society. A guest-friendship was a bond of trust between two people that was accompanied by ritualized gift-giving and created an obligation of mutual hospitality and friendship that, once established, could continue in perpetuity and be renewed years later by the same parties or their descendants. [Calvert Watkins, “American Heritage Dictionary of Indo-European Roots”]
‘It is the hypothetical source of/evidence for its existence is provided by: Greek xenos “guest, host, stranger;” Latin hostis, in earlier use “a stranger,” in classical use “an enemy,” hospes “host;” Old Church Slavonic gosti “guest, friend,” gospodi “lord, master;” Old English gæst, “chance comer, a stranger.”‘
Sew… I’ve decided to utilize this unexpected time off work by writing some Sophia’s Correction posts… Lashy has three new talks up…
*/final drag… I’ve already listened to ’em… /plumes smoke… So un-fuckin’-believably syncy, Clicky…
*poti-
‘Proto-Indo-European root meaning “powerful; lord.”
‘It is the hypothetical source of/evidence for its existence is provided by: Sanskrit patih “master, husband;” Greek posis, Lithuanian patis “husband;” Latin potis “powerful, able, capable; possible.”‘
… And maybe have a gander at the Aeon Sophia’s consort, Thelete – the other half of the ‘Divine Experiment’ designer couple… The one, far, far away…
*/stubs butt… Ooh, butt I am feelin’ a bit sore now, Clicky… /gingerly stretches… get us a Song to end on luvvie…*
I’m off for an afternoon siesta now, Dear Reader, but I can’t end this post without saying a massive thank you to all the NHS peeps, who took such wonderful care of this decrepit, old bod this week…
I AM the SynchroMiss planted on Earth, here to share my downloads, intel, and code-cracking, integrating the art of synchronicity as we transition to a higher state of consciousness and awareness.
Happy Friday fuckheeds!
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