YOU LEAVE THE M5 FOR GLASTONBURY AT JUNCTION, YES..... 23 !  

Winged Messengers ?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Im not sure quite just how seriously Im taking this post, but it seems that this morning two nesting Jackdaws were not just using twigs. Oh, no their material was from a far higher and spiritual source; the Bible no less. They had dropped scraps of the below pages in a cow shed, one of which deals with the plague's of Egypt. The reverse side is a rather nice Easter / Spring poem. Is this to be taken as a sign ? I just dont know. I do know however it is NOT normal.
     The second page seems very much to the point  " Help me to refuse the low and vulgar things; help me to abhor all crooked deals of every kind... "  Yes, Glastonbury is near again... A very random topographical map ( is that the right phrase ? )  of Glastonbury Tor including Chalise Wells Garden turned up on a box at the farm recently, photo tomorrow hopefully. I have a new easy to use camera.

Paranioa

Tonight Im deeply uneasy and a little paranoid. A friend said something to me and his slip of the tongue painted a scenario that I think maybe prophetic. That kind of uneasiness seeps into soul and the possible permutations are legion.
   Paranoia fascinates me. I respect its  ability to take a varying number of inputs and paint them into a master piece of menace. It can build a viable multilayer philosophy of horror that when broken down piece by piece over days, actually adds up and makes sense. Paranoia always produces a nicely thought out thesis about why you need to worry. That's why its so hard to fight, because more than one building block WILL be true. Just how do you tare down a nicely built and thought out argument it has produced ? Only a long drawn out erosion wears down these thoughts to the worthless dust they are. That does not detract however from there genius build and master piece construction. Maybe somewhere they are actually true or happening, and we just become aware of this through a thin veil ?

The game is given away by the fact paranoia often comes after an unexpected success... yeah, its part of a polar opposite that the brain just has to hit us with to stop any euphoria from lasting too long...

Millennium - Life of a Comet (Frank Black)

Iron Maiden - Can I Play With Madness

I  just posted this song at random, and Im sure thats Glastonbury Cathederal ruins at the start of this video...

Not A Happy Clappy New Age Post !

Today something very disturbing happened. A 96 year old woman jumped from a bridge near Bristol to her death. She took a pair of step ladders along to climb over the bridge sides. Turns out this woman has devoted her life to collecting money for the Poppy appeal since she was 15. She was a regular sight at Bristol cathedral. Turns out she had some money stolen in the post, eventually she despaired with the society around her and took her own life...at 96 ?
   Last Winter a mother jumped from the gorge this bridge spans with her baby in her arms. She was depressed too. Both these events reek of exaggerated menace .They are surreal and unreal.
   I had my own disturbing presence I felt at The Chalise Wells " healing " gardens last year. I felt a powerful force moving down the stream towards a woman meditating there.  I could not see the force, but I could feel its direction and strength growing. As it grew closer I shook my head and walked away. An old man nearby did the same, so he could feel the horrible energy too.  Why such a force was in a healing garden I know not. Was it the magnetic Ley Line that runs through the garden ? Was it the god that is supposed to guard the souls of King Arthur ect under The Tor Tower ? Was it something to do with the healing well, as this was once rumoured to have been a Druid sacrificial drowning vessel ?
  I am going on holiday soon to an area a short distance away from Glastonbury this time. I shall spend a day there, but only at the Christian attractions ( Wells Cathedral ect )  I spoke to a woman who was training to be a Deaconess there about the force I felt, and she said the area was a battle ground. No one belief system owns Glastonbury, and no one understands all its dark moods.
  Finally the area I stayed in last year was called Harp Tree. Interesting name as the druids believed there gods lived in the tree tops. And then there was the falling branch incident recently ! Is it all connected ? I need to know. It is important to say I never go looking for these things or mess with Tarot or those boards. These things have always been attracted to me. I walk blind. I walk blind.

Time In The Wind Of My Sythe

I recently had a conversation with a retired mechanic about fishing. I told him how I had all but given up as there were so few fish in the rivers nowadays. He replied to me " Well David, I have all the time in the world now Im retired to find those fish, so it doesn't bother me too much... "  This was 4 weeks ago. Today is his funeral. He died of liver cancer and found out he only had 2 weeks to live just shortly after our conversation.
   So whats the moral of this miserable little story ? And could this man have changed much if he had known his terrible fate ? The answer of course is NO, and that things were as they were. We like to think we would could all do with knowing our futures possibly, but in the end things just happen. Period. As I had a recent close call with a falling branch then I guess death is a subject that's raw and on my mind.

I HAVE EVERYTHING I REQUIRE FOR A SOCIAL NIRVANA IN MY LIFE, BUT ITS ALL ON LINE NOWADAYS ... A REFLECTION OF EVERYTHING I DESIRE HAS FORMED AS AVATARS. THROUGH THE LOOKING GLASS ITS ALL THERE. THATS THE JOKE. THATS THE IRONY....MAYBE THIS IS A NEW REALITY. SOCIAL OBSTICLES ARE REMOVED ON LINE. COULD THIS BE A NEW HEAVAN  ? ARE WE ALL SLIDING TOWARDS THIS ?  THE COMING VIRTUAL REALITY SCENE WILL BE PROFOUND. MY MINDS BOGGLED AT THE THOUGHT.

Bruce Dickinson | Tears Of The Dragon Official Video

One Woman - Many Faces ?

After so many years I have to ask myself if the Internet is an aware entity, or whether it is a tool that can be controlled by our subconscious. Im sure Im not the only one who happens to " stumble " upon people who I sense have the answers, or guidance im looking for. I have had several recent conversations that have drifted to the point that they are centred on my current mindset, and the past that Im trying to move on from. These people seem to gravitate towards me, as in the past. And then there's the coincidences...
    I recently befriended someone who was from Oregon - interests  ?  Astrology, Feminism, Eco Products, Narcissism, and  she is a mental health councillor, Oh, and she had a best friend called David too ( in Oregon ) Yes, a weird mirror effect, or reflection seems to be apparent of someone else I met online a couple of years ago ( and she was from Canada ) Ive heard that forces can manipulate electronic voice recording equipment so the idea of the Internet being steered if you will seems quite plausible to me. And why should this not be for positive reasons to aid us ? But as with all things though, a balance of good and " evil " will be most likely able to manifest. This seems fair enough, and quite possible to me. Taking the rough with the smooth is what lifes about today.

What isn't, is beginning to dominate what is.

These surely  are the first signs of insanity  ?

Maybe I say this, but to say her name...

Another Year - Another Circle

This morning is miserable. Its cold and wet, and Spring seems to be going backwards. Last year at this time I was planning to try and visit someone I had lost touch with through a long protracted state of entropy a few years ago. I came back from my holiday in Glastonbury and was all set to carry out this plan, but then events took a turn for the worse.
   My Daughter of three started a small blood spot on her face. It wouldn't stop bleeding and quickly grow into a large growth that was not life threatening, but was hard to bandage and distressing for her as the bleeding often required a trip to casualty. It was truly horrendous. Eventually an emergency simple operation was brought forward and all was well, until a water infection took up the rest of the Summer...
  This debacle took all my energy and attention last Summer and catching up with lost friends just wasn't going to happen. Truth be told I often come up with excuses not to look people up. I spend all week think of positives, then swing the other way saying the past is best left in the past. And maybe some of it is better left there, but of course ultimately it festers behind your back. Maybe it no longer even exists and you are left stood looking like a plonker, and yes, ive been there too.