Reality is stranger than could be possibly imagined on steroids.
The Universe has very quickly confirmed what I was saying about Mars over the last month or so and suspected for far longer than that.
Down the memory neural pathway.
Joy Division’s ‘Love Will Tear Us Apart’ is connected in my mind to a boating holiday in 1980 on the Norfolk Broads in England and supernatural occurrences which I experienced on the holiday. And old friends. As far as Mars goes I’m seeing the Norfolk Broads as canals on Mars.
From Wiki :
During the late 19th and early 20th centuries, it was believed that there were “canals” on the planet Mars. These were a network of long straight lines in the equatorial regions from 60° north to 60° south latitude on Mars, observed by astronomers using early telescopes without photography.
They were first described by the Italian astronomer Giovanni Schiaparelli during the opposition of 1877, and confirmed by later observers. Schiaparelli called these canali (“channels”), which was mis-translated into English as “canals”. The Irish astronomer Charles E. Burton made some of the earliest drawings of straight-line features on Mars, although his drawings did not match Schiaparelli’s.
Around the turn of the century there was even speculation that they were engineering works, irrigation canals constructed by a civilization of intelligent aliens indigenous to Mars. By the early 20th century, improved astronomical observations revealed the “canals” to be an optical illusion, and modern high-resolution mapping of the Martian surface by spacecraft shows no such features.
Also the video speaks of something nasty in the past or maybe the future past.
A screenshot from the video.
Under the surface.
If music be the food of love play on.
Frank Wilson.
And a slight amendment to Emily Dickinson’s poem – ‘There is a pain so utter.’
There Is A Love So Utter.
There is a love—so utter—
It swallows substance up—
Then covers the Abyss with Trance—
So Memory can step
Around—across—upon it—
As one within a Swoon—
Goes safely—where an open eye—
Would drop Him—Bone by Bone.
And personal memories flooding back. I’m not sure exactly of the reason why my memories are jumbled but I have problems believing I would either consciously or subconsciously repress some of the memories down memory lane. The Universe has used a remarkable system of pinging memory down my neural pathway over the last few years. Music, pubs, bus stops, T shirts and gardens have been common methods. And why not use them. We don’t fully understand the enormous depth of our e-motional Self and live most of the life on the surface. Spirit tells me in our reality it would be virtually impossible to get through life if we existed on emotional full blast all the time.
‘The power of music for most people is that it brings back memories of a specific time in one’s life or a specific person in one’s life.’
