Wednesday, April 3, 2013

The Open Book

"I see an intense little girl offering me a big blank open book, big white pages she is on my front right and the book is bound in blue, she wants me to look at the book. It's a bit like braille except it isnt braille, the raised bits fluctuate..I think when you run your fingers over the page there is some magnetism in your fingers that draws relevant bits of braille text to appear. The intial feeling was that it's not hidden, its right in front of your face but you do need to look at it. The text varies depending what you draw to the surface of the page. This braille stuff permeates all the pages, not just the top page, if your magnetics change of course the whole text changes. I think the point is that if all the braille were raised at the same time you would have a book of solid lead or something unreadable (or one of the points). But with a delicate hand and a sure focus you can draw different parts out. Now the girl is smiling, she closes the book and gives me a red bound one now, these pages are smeared, dirty...not sure what to make of this book, it seems that the ink has run and there is no braille, hmm.....well I don't like this book so much so she takes it back and smiles and asks do I prefer the braille book and I do. The printed book the ink has run and the pages are stuck, the braille book, it might seem harder to read but there is magic in it and potential. It's too late to salvage the old book, it is a ruined artefact. ok lets see the girl again... she says her name is Fiona (Franci?), she's dark haired about 7 with green eyes and she's showing me over on the left a little in front, is a golden football, you know with facets, soccer ball? We seem to be in a dark cave like room (she says you already understand about the books) The golden facteted ball is dripping through the cracks now, not sure why....not so much melting as simply changing form and moving in different directions, creeping, infiltrating the darkest cracks and seams yes alive, it's not gravity related movement, the ball still looks the same however, despite all these rivulets, but not losing any of itself in the process. Keep think of the word fracking for some reason. Filling the cracks.fracks ~ with golden rivulats (they're still attached to that ball however) for lighting the darkest deepest cracks and crannys. It seems like alchemy doesn't it, not about the metal gold however! doh! all these centuries! ok Im going back to the girl, I see her whole body now not just the head, and she holds her skirt out to the sides, its dark and has squares of same colour patches all along the hem (not sure why), there is a feeling of liquid yellow green coming from her eyes that's intense. I feel the cool white plumpness of her upper arm and then she climbs up my arm somehow, and she disappeared into the back of my neck and now I dont see her"
"we're all so focused (well some of us!) on upheaval and change that simply the rain is so timelessly normal. Like the braille book, all the timelessly normal stuff is in there too, whether it's drawn to the surface text or not, the unchanging timelessness of , perhaps its Natural time, natural seasons, not clock time, tides, cycles maybe. Like clouds and rain and rivers and oceans and clouds, a circle, you can focus on the high tide or the lashing rain but without seeing the rest of the cycle or circle. It's like the braille book, it's all there, all the time. You continue to draw out the usual, without knowing you can draw out something else. That book was literally right under my nose, and like she said, you do need to actually LOOK at it, draw out different text. The same water that washes your house away is the same water that is making daisies grow. (Jim: What if we put one hand inside the book and closed it? feel the hand completely surrounded with moving braille text). I can feel it, the raised bits that used to fit without poking you because they fit the contours, the shape has shifted and the raised bits are poking in places they didnt poke before because the old text doesnt fit the new shape. But instead of thinking this goddam text is poking me all over, but not changing the raised text, its poking in the places that requite a different type of magnetics to draw out the hidden or submerged it's not a head shift, its literally millions of points (or something!) a more all encompassing body consciousness aware kind of awareness. more awareness of the potential for drawing out the unseen and less rsistance to the bits that are poking and not fitting the new contour. Ok I get that, by jove, but in a much bigger way. By george I think we're on to something .I think I can use the imagery of that book and going inside it and feeling that braille, it's a useful symbolism. The importance not of the raised text but the importance of the potential of the submerged text, and the knowledge of the ability to draw it out"
Many thanks to Jim Cox for masterful prompts, and to Julie for the seeds.

Thursday, March 21, 2013

she quit her day job at the Frozen Flounder Company

Ann Aspect had started the evening course “Free the Fiction Writer Within” without much hope, but much to her surprise, she loved it. She enjoyed it so much that on impulse she quit her day job at the Frozen Flounder Company and signed up at the Fiction Writers Academy as a full time immature student.

Tuesday, March 12, 2013

Plasticity and the Focus Population Story

on populating my world with focuses ~ I'm thinking you can and do make up your own versions, and populate how ever you want to, everyone can be everyone, and is! ~ so you make your own cast can mold or alter your version any way you want to, because all essence is in all focuses, you focus on whichever bits, to make your version, your own version in your own story. Every single essence is in every single focus. Each focus, focuses on whatever the hell it wants to, to make its own version of the whole. Even you if I want to, you can be my focus, and I will draw out those bits of "my essence" to the forefront of my version ~ and call you "my" focus. It's a bit like being the casting director, I guess ~ kind of cinematic., for the first steps at understanding it, we play a game of focus hunting, to get used to the idea of so many essences to choose from, and we make lots and lots of interconnecting links between them so they all feel we start to feel like the whole world is our family, identifying the essences we know, but then when everyone starts connecting to other focuses, you start to notice that many people connect to the same focuses, so you realize that every single focus is every single essence, not this one or that one, the labelling was the baby step, to make it managable to comprehend ~ because trying to beleive you are every other focus that's ever been is like having way too many cakes all at once.
MIKE: Does that mean you make it real when you imagine it, or does that mean that you’re tapping into some other reality...? ELIAS: Both, dependent upon how you allow yourself. You are tapping into some other expression of consciousness. You are tapping into other energies, and that is being translated into a communication. In that communication, once you have offered the communication to yourself, it is your choice of whether you generate it into reality or not. This is significant, for it allows you to be incorporating an actual action of playfulness and allowance. It does not incorporate the action of analyzation.

Monday, February 18, 2013

Salt of the Earth

For 40 Years, This Russian Family Was Cut Off From All Human Contact. "When they first got to know the geologists, the family would accept only a single gift ~ salt. (Living without it for four decades, Karp said, had been "true torture.") "Asked by an astonished Peskov whether she was not frightened to be out alone in the wilderness after dark, she replied: "What would there be out here to hurt me?" (not afraid of salt either, obviously)
History of Salt
As far back as 6050 BC, salt has been an important and integral part of the world’s history, as it has been interwoven into the daily lives of countless historic civilizations. Used as a part of Egyptian religious offerings and valuable trade between the Phoenicians and their Mediterranean empire, salt and history have been inextricably intertwined for millennia, with great importance placed on salt by many different races and cultures of people. Even today, the history of salt touches our daily lives. The word “salary” was derived from the word “salt.” Salt was highly valued and its production was legally restricted in ancient times, so it was historically used as a method of trade and currency. The word “salad” also originated from “salt,” and began with the early Romans salting their leafy greens and vegetables. Undeniably, the history of salt is both broad ranging and unique, leaving its indelible mark in cultures across the globe.
Salt motivated the American pioneers. The American Revolution had heroes who were saltmakers and part of the British strategy was to deny the American rebels access to salt.
Civilian distress over the lack of salt in the wartime Confederacy undermined rebel homefront morale too.
Salt also had military significance. For instance, it is recorded that thousands of Napoleon's troops died during his retreat from Moscow because their wounds would not heal as a result of a lack of salt. In 1777, the British Lord Howe was jubilant when he succeeded in capturing General Washington's salt supply.
"Similarly, throughout history the essentiality of salt has subjected it to governmental monopoly and special taxes. Salt taxes long supported British monarchs and thousands of Britishers were imprisoned for smuggling salt. French kings developed a salt monopoly by selling exclusive rights to produce it to a favored few who exploited that right to the point where the scarcity of salt was a major contributing cause of the French Revolution. In modern times, Mahatma Gandhi defied British salt laws as a means of mobilizing popular support for self-rule in India."
In 2200 BC, the Chinese emperor Hsia Yu levied one of the first known taxes. He taxed salt. In Tibet, Marco Polo noted that tiny cakes of salt were pressed with images of the Grand Khan and used as coins. Salt is still used as money among the nomads of Ethiopia's Danakil Plains. Greek slave traders often bartered salt for slaves, giving rise to the expression that someone was "not worth his salt." Roman legionnaires were paid in salt—salarium, the Latin origin of the word "salary." Merchants in 12th-Century Timbuktu, the gateway to the Sahara Desert and the seat of scholars, valued salt as highly as books and gold.
RON: That’s why I would like to connect the essence of Elias with salt. ELIAS: Ah! Very good! Two points!
"according to the British Medical Journal, the real serial killer sits in a shaker on almost every table in Britain."
"SALT hidden in food kills millions of people worldwide. This is the ethical justification for public health interventions in salt consumption. The US Institute of Medicine recommended government intervention to reduce salt intake."
You may consume whatever you choose, and in actuality no substance that you consume in itself incorporates any action intrinsic to itself. What you believe creates the response. Elias
food beliefs

Sunday, February 17, 2013


Audacity: Insolent boldness, especially when imprudent or unconventional. Fearlessness, intrepid daring. The willingness to take bold risks. Fearless daring; intrepidity. Bold or insolent heedlessness of restraints, as of those imposed by prudence, propriety, or convention. An act or instance of intrepidity or insolent heedlessness. Bold or arrogant disregard of normal restraints. Audacity means extraordinary boldness, courage or chutzpah.
"The first quality that is needed is audacity." Winston Churchill
"Audacity augments courage; hesitation, fear." Publilius Syrus
"Every great advance in science has issued from a new audacity of imagination." John Dewey
"Success is the child of audacity.” Benjamin Disraeli
“In every artist there is a touch of audacity without which no talent is conceivable” Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
The biggest and most audacious robbery in history - grabbing diamonds worth £200million from the Millennium Dome...... 7~11~2000
The Millennium Dome in Greenwich, London, became the scene of Britain's biggest attempted heist. The Millennium Star, (Originally 777 carats in its rough state) a one off diamond and a set of rare BLUE DIAMONDS on show at the attraction... In the most audacious attack seen on British shores, they drove a digger into the Dome and tried to steal the diamonds worth £300 million.
It started with a "particularly audacious raid on a security van in NINE ELMS". At a meeting of detectives hunting the Nine Elms robbers, a detective inspector who had recently visited the Dome quipped: 'Maybe they are after the Millennium jewels?'
.....Just across the river, Terry Millman was sitting in a transit van. He appeared to be taking a break from road repairs; in fact, he was monitoring police transmissions on a sophisticated scanner....."Attack, attack, attack!" Millman screamed into the radio as the JCB hit the approach road at 9.30am. Donning his gas mask, Betson accelerated through the perimeter fence and crashed into the dome, careering towards the MONEY ZONE. As Ciarrocchi lobbed smoke bombs to confuse the scattering visitors, Cockram and Adams leapt out with sledgehammers and a nailgun. Terry Millman twice ran into trouble with police while driving stolen vehicles. The first time, he was caught for drink driving; the second, he hit another car and had to flee the scene. Gang member Terry Millman - who died of cancer while awaiting trial - used the name 'T. Diamond' when he handed over £3,700 in cash to buy the getaway speed-boat at a yard in the seaside town of Whitstable, Kent. In the weeks before the raid two aborted attempts were made to steal the diamonds. On October 6, 2000 the plan was called off after the speedboat developed engine problems. A month later on November 6, the second raid was cut short when the THAMES TIDE meant a getaway would be impossible.
Built to resist the force of a 60-ton ram raid, the explosive-resistant glass was also designed to foil any 'known tool' for at least 30 minutes. Cockram, however, he had the answer. The idea was to weaken the glass with three shots from a powerful Hilti nailgun. Robert Adams would then use a sledgehammer to break the 'warmed' glass. As Adams smashed his way through, the plan appeared to be working to perfection. The world's most fabulous collection of diamonds was within arm's reach in just 27 seconds. 'I was 12 inches from pay day,' Adams later said. 'It would have been a blinding Christmas.' Within three minutes the gang should have been ferried by the 55mph speedboat across the Thames
Millennium Dome Raid
*they had no weapons, and nobody was hurt during the arrest*
video documentary
book: Diamond Geezers: The Inside Story of the Crime of the Millennium
Tel told me a story once about how he knocked down someones house by accident in Portugal, with his converted fire engine. (He rebuilt it.) Along the same "transport" lines, he drove through Moroccan/Spanish customs once on a tractor.....
"Not one individual within this forum presently this day incorporates all of their focuses as what you now in this present moment would consider to be moral, good, ethical individuals. Regardless of how right you view yourselves to be now, you all incorporate some scoundrel within your focuses. And why? For you choose to be engaging this physical reality to explore and to experience, and if your purpose is to experience, why shall you not choose a tremendous variety of experiences? Let me express to each of you - for I remember and am quite pleased with the remembrance! - I may express to each of you that those scoundrels, those knaves, those individuals that you view to be dark and evil are quite colorful, and they perceive themselves to be quite right also and would view you to be quite wrong; for this is what motivates all of you, your rightness in whatever you do. And the scurvy knaves believe themselves to be quite right also and within their rights to be generating whatever choices and actions that they incorporate. They do not view themselves to be scoundrels; they do not view themselves to be wrong. They view all other individuals to be wrong, as many of you do now. "It is not I that am wrong - it is the rest of the world!" The rest of the world is not wrong, either. You merely incorporate differences in your perceptions, and this motivates you in different actions. The significance is to recognize that your rightness in whatever you generate is associated with your truths, and your truths are not wrong but they are YOUR truths, and they are not absolute to your world." Elias #1496

Sunday, January 13, 2013

Walk on the Beach at Dawn


I appreciate timing and procrastinating! I've been having an obsession with maps for a few weeks and wanted some old random ones to cut up and rearrange into a collage or something not quite decided yet. A couple of days ago had an urge to go and find some old maps. The lady in the 2nd hand shop was rearranging the book shelves when I asked for any old maps. She said Well, coincidentally, and handed me a half dozen old maps that were right there to hand, she was going to throw them away, thinking Who is ever going to walk in here and buy a map of Moscow in Russian?
So I thought I'd add Moscow to the group story, and googled Moscow dog legs (because I'd had the maps spread out on the floor, and all the dogs walked all over them, so I took photos of where the dog legs pointed to, because dog legs had already popped up in the group story) and found an article about stray dogs on the Moscow metro. I posted on FB and Fionn commented, I'd forgotten how entranced she is with Russia, and how I love her London tube series of paintings. Then coincidentally I started getting posts on my FB newsfeed from a Russian guy, in Russian.
Jib had asked me the other day if there were any deer syncs, and sure enough an email followed the next day from Dad, saying he had ten deer on the lawn (and that moments like that made it all worthwhile). The amout of times his emails sync with something or other is extraordinary.
True to synchronistic form, he sent an email mentioning Moscow.
"The deer here are also a menace to any gardener. Need at least a 4'6" fence. 5' better. They, too, cause numerous accidents on roads. I know of two people in Connecticut who hit deer late at night, crashed, and both ended up in Sharon hospital with broken hips. Both were friends - J.C., English and ex RAF pilot, then BEA. The other Juan Carlos (Cortes, actually, not Carlos) de Ayala who knew Rasputin (he was a ballet dancer who studied in Moscow) and was (Juan is dead now) related to Queen Elizabeth I, and many members of European royalty. True - I have been to his house and seen documentation, photos etc. to confirm. For instance he was at Prince Bernhardt of the Netherlands wedding (saw the photo - Uncle Juan - we called him Uncle - in his fine regalia). Any road, for all the royal blood he couldn't avoid a deer on Route 7 just north of Kent, CT and ended up in hospital. Pity he's gone. A very interesting chap. He also stood in for Tyrone Power and did the bullfighting scenes in "Blood & Sand".
I didn't know that he knew Rasputin. The photo is me with Juan in CT, 1985.