Shakin' Stevens - Green Door (Avro)

The Unseen ?

Ive known for a while that the camera hates me. I rarely get a photograph that resembles what I see when I look in the mirror. This is increasingly frustrating and even to be honest disturbing. To not be able to capture your true essence or even a satisfactory attempt must be classed as stressful. What I do capture is not me. This leads me to ask if the camera is capturing something else ? Ive had things appear on photo's that I couldn't see at the time with the naked eye, but could this also be the case with facial shots ? I don't know really, but its just an idea I turn to when Im failing to capture how I see myself. If it is so, then im doomed to failure...
  Ive seen other people who when photographed from various angles look like totally different people too. This is nearly as disturbing... and again I ask my self if the camera is capturing some other essence of them ? Even bone structures can appear to be changed and facial shapes as well.
  Anyway here are some photographs that capture more than their fair share of the unseen. They were taken last year at a holiday house in Maryport that I suspected was haunted after a door opened by itself for me one night, followed closely by a pair of dresser doors. Note the position of the orbs. One at either side of the dresser doors that opened by themselves and a large one by the doorway that opened too. Their positioning is not coincidental, surely ? Sometimes I find myself questioning my sanity as I was taking photos of " nothing " at 4.30am. Not a normal weekend away then... Were the two mirrors acting as some kind of portal ? Ive heard it said and have had experiences that suggest this.

 

 

 

 

 

You can just make out an orb at each corner of the cabinet doors

 

 

 

 

This orb I have blown up. It was on a separate photo by the bedroom door

 

Do you see a face ? Maybe im projecting ?

 

 

 

 

 

 

Maryport Harbour

Catching the last of the days winter sun...

 

 

 

Deep Purple Perfect Strangers Lyrics

The internet is a double edged sword. It can convey to us " echoes " of people we have known in the past, both literally and by bringing us into  touch with those we have never met, but remind us of people we used to know in " real life " . Here is a quandary that always puzzled me . If we are in regular contact with a person we have never met online, is that relationship more real than one we used to have years ago with someone...but has faded with time in real life ? To add to the confusion I have written off friendships in real life due to a person not playing " ball " online. This was a mistake. Some people are just scatty online and don't mean to offend. Or are they really just playing a game ? This thinking will drive you mad. Ive been there. I guess only a face to face meeting can tell you the answer you so badly need to know, and that isn't always possible. I think people we know in real life are less likely to be game players though. I must admit that I am a little quick to get insecure online or paranoid. I once wrote an amusing musing ( sorry ) about how the Devil invented facebook. I shall try and find it.


Sometimes faith never delivers - Sometimes doubts are ill founded.

Right Where Anyone Who Cares To Look Can See ?

It has only just hit me now, and my heart feels giddy with the realisation. This is not an artistic interpretation im about to suggest here, but a cold hard theory. I was once in a different reality where I experienced that which I craved. I bent agendas and life patterns, both of my own and others to achieve this. Not all this was done consciously.
   Anyway I created a moods where I had success. Next came a dispersion and complete breakdown of all I had achieved as life flooded in. I couldn't hold it back, and I thought all was lost for ever. I thought this for several years.
   Only now do I see after a brief moment of return to that situation, that it still exists somewhere. It can exist in tandem with the mundane life im living as another alternative reality. All I need to do is realise that there is still a mood when I can return in the mirage to old times. Call it a porthole that opens. It is still accessible, just as a drug user might access a state of mind at will. Of course the situation seems impossible and silly compared to the mundane life of today, but still it exists under its own self sustaining energy.
  I cannot access this everyday. I cannot sustain or aid this relationship on Face Book. Wrong tool you see. That would be like using a Laptop in Church ? To grasp this is hard. Very hard because I am slipping from my current reality. Of course I get stressed judging a surreal situation through wordly eyes ! The shocking proof of recent social mixings has proved this. How could I have forgotten this ? Of course this situation used to destroy me, but when balanced with todays new mood I see a nicer picture than ever before, after all we must have balance.  23 .Ive lived unbalance and eventually it leads to hell. Below is a poem I wrote years ago about this little accessible reality.

Temporary Loss

All seems now lost
Still circles have vanished
Empty rooms beckon
As the everyday is now
Waiting for high tides
To bring me free passage
Return to my dreams ?
But the question is how .

Clouds of the past drift over a moon of the present
Gentle moments remembered
As magic unfolds
Silver moonlight reflected
As memories flicker
What wouldn't I give to once again watch them unfold ?
Slow moonlight shadows drift ghost like till dawn
As shining river valleys move forever seaward bound
Too soon , but too late have I found all the answers
To feel all I wanted
But have nothing to hold .


"  The Initiate gets to use everything, but own nothing... "   Dion Fortune

Lest Olde Acquaintance Be Forgot

 

 

Roll up, roll up !  See the grand return of a legendary spectacle. You wrote him off, but by means unknown to mortal man he has returned. Gasp in awe as you view his seemly impossible social concoctions, and blatant disregard for social conventions. Watch him dismantle rigid formalities as he dances with Lady Luck. He spins, he twirls, she dances...for one night only.

Does he really fear success ?

Merry Christmas

 

Reproduction ? A womans greatest hat trick is that she will reproduce even when she doesnt want to. If a she doesnt, then this will not be of her own choice, but due to other factors as she will if possible sell herself out to the act finally. This is pure genius as her higher self takes over from the lower self resulting in harmony anf the continuation of the human race. Her feelings are trumped by nature, and she doesnt even bat an eye lid in response. What a hero ? A bit like the virgin Mary ?? The need to reproduce comes from above her pay grade. And some say its repressive ? Naaah

In On The Act

Well advertisers are using the Christmas full moon to full affect in their adverts. In fact they are aligning themselves with the waxing moon. Its a clever trick, even if it is the basics of a magical stance. Also being used is the seasonal favourite colour purple...again. To be associated again with an image of quality, trust and regal images will do " them " no harm at all. Sometimes mystical things can turn up in the most mundane subjects or mediums.

Right where anyone who cared to look could see...

We have had terrible floods in Cumbria this weekend, so I decided to take a short walk after the rain had stopped to look at a river, or rather a water fall that ive been familiar with all my life. It is in a small pine wood, and on entering it I sensed all seemed to have a total lack of atmosphere, in fact a sterile feel was in the air. Ive known this little wood all my life and it felt as if nothing was left of its history to me...
   Soon I came across an alarming site. A small group of very conventionally dressed men and women and children all singing a haunting melody at the waterfall i'd come to see. There was no audience watching, and the roar of the water was quite loud, so too who or what were they singing ? The tune could have been a folk or pagan, or maybe possibly a hymn, but not one id heard before.
    This river is a small one, and far from a town. It is a remote and rather hidden place that many pass by. The water had receded this afternoon, so it was not a prayer to spare people the flood as it was was way too late for that.
  I just kept walking, then turned around after a few minutes to return home and once more pass them. As I went past they had obviously finished ( nice timing ) and followed me out onto the road again. Ive no idea why they were there or why they were singing by the flooded river, but I don't doubt that there is a connection between water and there little performance in the woods.