It’s memory lane with the Old Geezer and Old Giza on a few levels I think. The Old Geezer is part of the reason for the title of the article. He used to be Groundskeeper Willie – us kids gave him the nickname ‘The Old Geezer’ – for White Knobs Way 🙄 in Caterham which was the local rec. Looking back he created a recreation ground paradise for kids and being kids we made his life hell at times. Boys will be boys I suppose. I wish I would go back and say thank you and also sorry.
And irony of ironies I am now the Old Geezer. Only in physical form of course. Walking miles though. Legs like iron.
Moving energy physically can help the emotional Self – endorphins and all that.
I used to play football until I was 40 when I gave up. The game wasn’t the problem. Used to take me about three days to recover and I thought no more and then did jogging for a few years and then I felt my knees. And then walking.
It has gone into overdrive since I moved to Nutfield. That’s down to Mother Earth or Mother Mars or maybe both. It’s a strange place. And I don’t discount Venus either. Reality overlaps and Three Worlds. Along those lines. The universe really is saying here is Mars. For about six months the universe has been saying I was going to discover something. Again that works at a few levels – personal revelations have been more important to me than living on Mars. The heart is at the heart of it all. IMO.
How I’m reading Mars, Earth and Venus. Mars is the old patriarchical realm and Venus is the old matriarchal realm where men were used mainly for muscle and breeding and sperm donoring and they are coming together at the moment – war of the sexes. And add race and trans, AI and rest of it and collapse of 3D and linear Time, it’s a melting pot.
The Nigredo is a time when the prima materia begins to decompose or rot. On both the physical and psycho spiritual levels, it contains the lesser phases of Calcination and Dissolution within it. This is the time for the mortification of our very soul and the time where our spirit most deeply feels the anguish of separation from truth.
The putrefactio is considered to be by far the longest and most difficult phase of the magnum opus. It is a time when we must let all the dross drop away. It is often known as the “dark night of the soul,” describing a time when we are forced to confront all that is dark and difficult within ourselves, and ultimately to let go of our attachment to our shadow, releasing the past.
This is a very weird place. Makes the Mad Hatter’s tea party look positively tame. Great spot about the sticks and Halo Trust. I was wondering about them. Every picture tells a story and everything in the picture seems to be purposeful. The good news. I survived the mined field.
Thinking the unthinkable. Once you discover you live on Mars everything is up for grabs. I once wrote ‘911 Never Happened’ and I still stick with that. I don’t understand the trick fully. Memory is suspect IMO and because someone tells you something has happened is it true even if you have first hand experience. Is what we see reality ? And I would add Princess Di never died. The Unroyal or Unreal family. It’s all fake. Literally mind lines.
Where it gets seriously seriously weird. The female reporter wearing the Halo Trust shirt passed me on my way to the Old Giza walking her dog this morning. She was the first person I saw after about thirty minutes of walking. Only traffic before then and didn’t fill up much after that with human beings in a supposedly densely populated area of England. Maybe ten human beings over a two hour period. Far more animals than people. And most of the houses felt empty. I could sense there was no one living in them.
The Call of Cthulhu :
‘Some day the piecing together of dissociated knowledge will open up such terrifying vistas of reality and of our frightful position therein, that we shall either go mad from the revelation or flee from the deadly light into the peace and safety of a new dark age.’
The mind either goes catatonic or explodes out of 3D. In No Sense.
And another WTF shortly after I posted the Angel Wing article yesterday. Even more than normal. There are so many levels to reality.
And an observation about the Angel Wing pic, most of the chakra colours are in it. Also it looks as if it has depth when in what passes for reality it is painted on a flat wall. Eye of the beholder.
And politics and the war in the mind and duality and opposames where two sides are deliberately set against each other to keep the game of separation going. It’s just a colour. I see pink as the heart chakra colour and a rainbow is a rainbow. Even colours turn into a battle field as to who owns them. This reality is crazy. Vent over.
This is seriously Cthluhu ‘go mad or flee into the peace and safety of a new dark age’ territory.
Ian Brown down the neural pathway was part of the journey to the Old Giza. Back in the summer a drunk, high as a kite man pulled up in the pub car park close to me on a Saturday morning and demanded to be taken to Redhill Aerodrome in Nutfield. He seemed OK and I said ‘Yes’ and then took me on the scariest ride around the lanes of Nutfield about 100 mph.
How Ian Brown fits into it was because he bombarded me with songs by Ian Brown. The reason why he wanted to go to the aerodrome was because a bit like my hazy memories, he had suddenly remembered going to Redhill Aerodrome to see Superman – actually Christopher Reeve – sometime in the 1980s as a child and something inside him wanted him to revisit the aerodrome.
We then got into a very deep discussion at the BP garage about whether it was real or not and also about whether past life memories were actually personal past lives or a bloodline DNA memory. He then proceeded to piss in the BP garage forecourt 🙂 and I thought ‘why not’. Animals piss and crap wherever they want.
How ‘The Old Giza’ feeds into it was on the way I entered a telephone library for old books wearing my coat which has a Matrix logo on it and and afterwards ‘Superman’ came into my mind which reminded me of Ian Brown and the connection to the crazy man.
Bizarre morning. And good description for how life is at moment ! Similar to when I used to take my daughter to Thorpe Park when she was a teenager and she convinced me to go on Nemesis Inferno and Tidal Wave and other scary rides. Terrifying. Maybe good training for now.
About memory and maybe shared memory. I have a memory of going to Lydd Airport in Kent as a child to see a famous actress who was flying in. Big local event in my memory. Not sure who it was. My memory says female – Diana Dors, Marilyn Monroe or Sophia Loren. Not sure exactly which actress it was or maybe in the quantum field all three of them.
The car journey sounds like a nightmare. Fair play for showing him the aerodrome, though. I hope he found what he was looking for.
And yes a rollercoaster sounds like good training!
Seemed to be making a point. He may have been a parallel reality Ian Brown. He looked very similar. I’m in weird territory with doppelgangers. Weird territory with everything. He was good company though. I see reality through a different pair of binoculars to most people I meet physically so it is always refreshing when someone shows up in person, rather than just online, who is on the same page or thereabouts.
He played First World Problems. In this video the two of them look very similar, rather than in F.E.A.R, when Ian Brown was younger. About the same age.
F.E.A.R. Was released in 2001 which fits in with the first 4 or 5 years of the century, IMO.
There are more synchs than one can shake a stick at with The Stone Roses and Ian Brown.
Also with Brit Pop in general. I know it’s a bit vague as to whether they were true Brit Pop but same era. Ian Brown drove me to the BP garage in Red Pill. Also Thom Yorke and Radiohead with ‘the woman who died’ on repeat which was part of reason why I included the Pyramid Song in the article. His partner died after about 25 years of being together and left a gaping hole.
And I’m dealing with a Oasis Wonderwall sync which is connected to personal matters in my life. How that works god only knows and yet it does.
I am currently writing a story about an old geezer for Underdog Anthology XXII 😀
It’s memory lane with the Old Geezer and Old Giza on a few levels I think. The Old Geezer is part of the reason for the title of the article. He used to be Groundskeeper Willie – us kids gave him the nickname ‘The Old Geezer’ – for White Knobs Way 🙄 in Caterham which was the local rec. Looking back he created a recreation ground paradise for kids and being kids we made his life hell at times. Boys will be boys I suppose. I wish I would go back and say thank you and also sorry.
And irony of ironies I am now the Old Geezer. Only in physical form of course. Walking miles though. Legs like iron.
Moving energy physically can help the emotional Self – endorphins and all that.
I used to play football until I was 40 when I gave up. The game wasn’t the problem. Used to take me about three days to recover and I thought no more and then did jogging for a few years and then I felt my knees. And then walking.
It has gone into overdrive since I moved to Nutfield. That’s down to Mother Earth or Mother Mars or maybe both. It’s a strange place. And I don’t discount Venus either. Reality overlaps and Three Worlds. Along those lines. The universe really is saying here is Mars. For about six months the universe has been saying I was going to discover something. Again that works at a few levels – personal revelations have been more important to me than living on Mars. The heart is at the heart of it all. IMO.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Trailokya
I’m pretty sure I’m on top of an enormous pyramid.
And the Old Geyser and Olympic Mons caldera.
How I’m reading Mars, Earth and Venus. Mars is the old patriarchical realm and Venus is the old matriarchal realm where men were used mainly for muscle and breeding and sperm donoring and they are coming together at the moment – war of the sexes. And add race and trans, AI and rest of it and collapse of 3D and linear Time, it’s a melting pot.
Dark matter and anti matter and matter.
‘There is a pain so utter.’
‘Mars’ or ‘Ma’s’?
‘Ma Tricks’ are in there !
The Minedfield
Walking the path of Angels Wings
Perrigo! Minas! ☠️
I noticed the many ‘white sticks’ in the fields of your photos.
Orlena
Where angels fear to tread.
This is a very weird place. Makes the Mad Hatter’s tea party look positively tame. Great spot about the sticks and Halo Trust. I was wondering about them. Every picture tells a story and everything in the picture seems to be purposeful. The good news. I survived the mined field.
Thinking the unthinkable. Once you discover you live on Mars everything is up for grabs. I once wrote ‘911 Never Happened’ and I still stick with that. I don’t understand the trick fully. Memory is suspect IMO and because someone tells you something has happened is it true even if you have first hand experience. Is what we see reality ? And I would add Princess Di never died. The Unroyal or Unreal family. It’s all fake. Literally mind lines.
Where it gets seriously seriously weird. The female reporter wearing the Halo Trust shirt passed me on my way to the Old Giza walking her dog this morning. She was the first person I saw after about thirty minutes of walking. Only traffic before then and didn’t fill up much after that with human beings in a supposedly densely populated area of England. Maybe ten human beings over a two hour period. Far more animals than people. And most of the houses felt empty. I could sense there was no one living in them.
The Call of Cthulhu :
‘Some day the piecing together of dissociated knowledge will open up such terrifying vistas of reality and of our frightful position therein, that we shall either go mad from the revelation or flee from the deadly light into the peace and safety of a new dark age.’
The mind either goes catatonic or explodes out of 3D. In No Sense.
And another WTF shortly after I posted the Angel Wing article yesterday. Even more than normal. There are so many levels to reality.
And an observation about the Angel Wing pic, most of the chakra colours are in it. Also it looks as if it has depth when in what passes for reality it is painted on a flat wall. Eye of the beholder.
And politics and the war in the mind and duality and opposames where two sides are deliberately set against each other to keep the game of separation going. It’s just a colour. I see pink as the heart chakra colour and a rainbow is a rainbow. Even colours turn into a battle field as to who owns them. This reality is crazy. Vent over.
It’s been a miss Terry week. )
This is seriously Cthluhu ‘go mad or flee into the peace and safety of a new dark age’ territory.
Ian Brown down the neural pathway was part of the journey to the Old Giza. Back in the summer a drunk, high as a kite man pulled up in the pub car park close to me on a Saturday morning and demanded to be taken to Redhill Aerodrome in Nutfield. He seemed OK and I said ‘Yes’ and then took me on the scariest ride around the lanes of Nutfield about 100 mph.
How Ian Brown fits into it was because he bombarded me with songs by Ian Brown. The reason why he wanted to go to the aerodrome was because a bit like my hazy memories, he had suddenly remembered going to Redhill Aerodrome to see Superman – actually Christopher Reeve – sometime in the 1980s as a child and something inside him wanted him to revisit the aerodrome.
We then got into a very deep discussion at the BP garage about whether it was real or not and also about whether past life memories were actually personal past lives or a bloodline DNA memory. He then proceeded to piss in the BP garage forecourt 🙂 and I thought ‘why not’. Animals piss and crap wherever they want.
How ‘The Old Giza’ feeds into it was on the way I entered a telephone library for old books wearing my coat which has a Matrix logo on it and and afterwards ‘Superman’ came into my mind which reminded me of Ian Brown and the connection to the crazy man.
That sounded like a white knuckle ride!
Bizarre morning. And good description for how life is at moment ! Similar to when I used to take my daughter to Thorpe Park when she was a teenager and she convinced me to go on Nemesis Inferno and Tidal Wave and other scary rides. Terrifying. Maybe good training for now.
About memory and maybe shared memory. I have a memory of going to Lydd Airport in Kent as a child to see a famous actress who was flying in. Big local event in my memory. Not sure who it was. My memory says female – Diana Dors, Marilyn Monroe or Sophia Loren. Not sure exactly which actress it was or maybe in the quantum field all three of them.
The car journey sounds like a nightmare. Fair play for showing him the aerodrome, though. I hope he found what he was looking for.
And yes a rollercoaster sounds like good training!
It’s weird about his Ian Brown playlist. )
Seemed to be making a point. He may have been a parallel reality Ian Brown. He looked very similar. I’m in weird territory with doppelgangers. Weird territory with everything. He was good company though. I see reality through a different pair of binoculars to most people I meet physically so it is always refreshing when someone shows up in person, rather than just online, who is on the same page or thereabouts.
He played First World Problems. In this video the two of them look very similar, rather than in F.E.A.R, when Ian Brown was younger. About the same age.
F.E.A.R. Was released in 2001 which fits in with the first 4 or 5 years of the century, IMO.
There are more synchs than one can shake a stick at with The Stone Roses and Ian Brown.
Also with Brit Pop in general. I know it’s a bit vague as to whether they were true Brit Pop but same era. Ian Brown drove me to the BP garage in Red Pill. Also Thom Yorke and Radiohead with ‘the woman who died’ on repeat which was part of reason why I included the Pyramid Song in the article. His partner died after about 25 years of being together and left a gaping hole.
And I’m dealing with a Oasis Wonderwall sync which is connected to personal matters in my life. How that works god only knows and yet it does.
Room 101. Creepy Crawley.
Never trust a dog collar or a robot.
Scripted and acted by AI.
The Metal Box.