Is Dent cursed ?

 Ive just learned what exactly happened during the tragic accident that occurred here recently. It turns out the child ran and fell over banging his head against a pickup truck in a freak accident. It was captured on a security camera. The registration plate was 888. Not 666 that would have been a step too far.

What are the odds of that ? Well it got even more bizarre this week when the cousin of the deceased child tripped over in the house and banged his head on a fireplace and was rushed to hospital. They are alright im guessing.

What must the family be feeling now ? 

What manor of events is trying to playing out here ?

I feel an existential air of despair.

 The Vigil was a fantastic film. Well paced, spooky and not too exaggerated or smothered in special effects, but this is not what im here to post about. Every now and again a film comes along with too many coincidences. This is exactly what happened last night. 

So on deciding to watch the film I thought I would go for a bike ride around the valley. It was totally deserted, except for a Jewish family taking a walk. Now that is highly unlikely where I live. It rattled me to start with, but then seemed like a sign of something larger.

On watching the film a demon scratches the floor breaking a finger nail off. I had an accident a month ago working on my car where I did the same, add to that the fact that a man filled with guilt at a child being run over is at the center of the films story... and it all feels connected.

I dont know how all this works, but novels and films seem to tie in past and present events into their fictional plots. Maybe even future ones ?  I once heard an analogy that its like we see the wrong side of a woven picture, and it looks chaotic, but on the unseen side there is a clear picture that makes sense.

Could this be why some actors are superstitious or those involved in theater ? Is acting a ritual ? Is a story nearer to a spell or conjuring? The more I see the more I question.

 Here are some more interesting facts about the couple who are at the center of the tragic accident that occurred last week. Just two weeks ago a deranged man who lives in the center of the village attacked the womans car with a staff he carries, as he said she  drove too fast. He has done that to someone else recently too. Was this a premonition, or a warning of what was to come ? The vehicle in the accident was not a tractor, but a pickup ive now found out. 

Said  Mr Deranged is of course is a new comer, and apparently has a conviction for GBH. What a nice addition to the village then. Looking back he tried to strangle the same woman outside the pub in an altercation. Its worrying how routine I type this. He now has boards inside his house windows as someone threw a brick through one of them. He also tries it on with people wives so they say, hence the brick I guess.

The couple also  used to rent out a house just down the road. At the time it was a holiday let. It must be 10 years ago now, but I clearly remember a man staying there going up the valley of Deepdale and hanging himself. He used the man who ran over the childs rope. I also heard his reaction was " that was my best rope and I never got it back " A strange thing so say in such a tragic situation.

Strange what sort of picture can be conjured up when you start to join the historical dots of tragedy. 

I hate this mug. I dont think the designer ever tested it out. When you drink from it right handed the bee brushes on your lip. Its so irritating, and I dont know about you but I dont want a bee anywhere near my mouth. 

It alarmed me how primitive the triggers were that used to cause me anxiety. The hiss of a bottle opening was like a snake. A shadow falling over me was like being over shadowed by a predator. Dogs barking triggered fight or flight in me. It was so unavoidable and programmed deep in my nature, probably thousands of years ago.  This is why the brain is such a tough cookie to master.

Hmmmm.....?

 Write the word DENT in capitols. Hold the piece of paper in front of a mirror. Next turn it upside down.

 What does it spell ?

 There has been a tragedy just down the road. A builder / farmer has run over his 3 year old grandson with a tractor. Over ten emergency vehicles raced the scene, and a helicopter, but he died sadly. It doesnt seem real this morning. The birds are still singing their dawn chorus and people continue their daily work. What else can they do ? This is awful, but also so resilient. Nature is resilient. 

Each time I think about what has happened I feel a bit worse than before. Anyone who works with machinery knows this is their worst fear. The guilt, that awful guilt. How can anyone ever recover ?

Worst of all the childs parents were on holiday abroad when it happened...

Quite enjoying this new channel ive found. Im sure there is a film about this starring  a young Hugh Grant. I like the idea of this legend. It strikes a chord with me.

 

Organ transplant (I cannot tell you how much this title has amused me )

I dont know why, but I got the urge to visit a church in the neighboring valley of Garsdale at dusk last night. I want to photograph this organ which has a bit a history to it. Originally this organ was in the chapel that is just down the road from my house in Dent valley. When this building was no longer used for worship it was made into a house. The organ was sold and went somewhere down South from here. I thought that would be the end of it, but no. The chapel in Garsdale suddenly needed a new organ after theirs broke. They ended up buying this one from said southern church, and the organ came back north into Garsdale, just over the hill where it had lived for decades. I find that weird.

When I first visited the chapel I thought the organ looked familiar, but would never have though it was the same one that I grew up with. I remember attending Sunday School anniversaries where we recited poems that we had learnt by heart to the congregation. Up in the pulpit we could see the mysterious workings at the back of the organ, the dusty pipes ect. We might even spot a mouse trap or two round the back. It seemed a forbidden view behind the grand facade of the key board and fancy pipes.

When I turned on the light switch this flood light flickered constantly giving a strobe effect. That was strange alright.

This photo turned out nice considering it was nearly dark.