No, Yes, Perhaps ?

Sometimes i get it wrong. Sometimes I'm way to quick to put a " mysterious " event down to the supernatural or unknown forces. This has been brought really home to me recently while posting last night on Face book about a rattling noise at my window. There was a time in the past when a room and hallway was filled one night in an unexplained way by wooden floor boards rattling and knocking in the walls and attic. And it was that event that haunts me today, and causes me to jump to the same conclusion  every time I i hear a similar noise or knock in this house. It turns out a rat was more than likely responsible as i heard one chewing somewhere in the same room today. I have a neighbour who will view that news  as ever more worrying, but that's quite another story...lol
  This idea of an original experience tainting and causing us to mis read future events was also echoed oddly in a program i watched about UFO's this afternoon. The shows team visited a man who showed them quickly two " UFO's " which were immediately debunked as house lights through the trees. How could a man be so gullible ? Eventually hypnosis revealed he believed he had been abducted as a teenager, or so he believed. So a nut case then ? Only when the team themselves saw lights did they suddenly have to back track and say he may have a point that something odd was going on.
   It is so easy to see " spooks " at every turn once your mindset has been, er... set. I remember watching something on line about Boleskine house on the shore of Scotlands Loch Ness. This house was famously bought for magick experiments by Aliester Crowley. The present owner was not a believer in the occult but said the " house does a rather good job of rising to peoples expectations " Its  not so simple as true or false.
  This draws me to the saying  "grinding the wheat from the chaff "  We cant write off a debunked example from a person ,or let it corrupt every example they give. We must grind the corn for our selves !

What man is this ? !

Tonight i was visited by a robot...an impostor ?  Click bait as they say... Well not quite, but by a friend who has become a cartoon character who is bereft of any sincere emotion. Any questions i ask him in conversation are answered with catch phrases. His view points are glib, and lacking any sense on intensity, even when the subject of safety arises...even and especially when it concerns children. 
   A classic example of this out look was the booking of a holiday to a North African country against current government advice. A country where tourists were only a couple of years ago massacred in a targeted attack on a beach. You probably remember the attack. So yes, why not book a family holiday and joke about the attacks risk of happening again ? I was gob smacked, much to his amusement. He even thought he was clever risking all on a dangerous holiday. After all " it could happen anywhere "
   The man has also become a risk taker, financially as well. Its as though he is trying to tempt disaster. Every move he makes is foolish ,and that's strange for a once " safe pair of hands "
  Worst of all is the flaccid, dismissive tone that's rained down on any suggestion he may want to think again about an action he's taking. Underneath that original man is smothered, somewhere. All I'm see tonight is a fool. A silly mood that's stuck and become a ego in its own right. A daft facial expression that should have been temporary, but has stuck.

The new decade is about to turn. The last time this happened i was totally torn apart and what emerged was this blog and its world. Tonight i feel just as i did ten years ago... the sky is grey and a wind of energy is blowing in the tree tops.  I feel empty of all my past experiences and feel i am back at the start again, annihilated. Whats coming ?

BBC North West's news reader Annabel Tiffin ?

An uncanny resemblance ?   A more obscure item for sale on Face Book Market place...lol

A sad post unfortunately

Anyone who has followed this blog will know that this tree used to be outside my old house in the village. Well this week i learned it had been felled !  As you can see at a certain point in Spring the sun would  set in the V of the trunk ...and that always aligned with my narrow band of time available for a holiday. All that remains now is a bleak stump.

 I heard today that legal proceedings have ensued here, and someone is going to pay, despite sycamore trees being officially classed as a " weed " and therefore deemed as disposable. Nothing lasts forever. As i get older more and more things i thought were future proof and a certainty have vanished.

Actually many things from that period of my life have changed hands. Houses have been vacated by family, business's i visited over that time have closed for example. Many of the places i associate with those 5 years are no more. An erasing action seems to be wiping out all sorts of places i used to visit back then. Im finding this quite strange. A sort of tying up of loose ends ?

December

My shadow has recently changed. It was quite alarming at first to see this " apparition " of myself following me so doggedly around this house. My shoulders have rounded, my posture has leaned forward, and my hands hang more ape like. Yep, im really selling myself here... The above photo was taken of me last Bonfire Night a year ago, and it shows this new silhouette even here. My own Father even commented the other day that he cannot recognise me at a distance anymore, such is the degree of the change in my outline. Maybe losing a stone and a half has played a part, in little anyway i presume, but the change is far bigger than just that. I would like to take a photo of my shadow to illustrate the point further, but how could i do that ???

It disturbs me more than it should...

Ive found the idea of a fine woman corrupted by love turns my stomach and disturbs me profoundly to the core. why is this so ? The big question im asking myself tonight ! It has been this way in the background of my mind for some time. the shortening days have magnified this outlook. Capitol letters missing here. I remember when the passion for what i posted made correct punctuation seem pointless. Welcome home again...

Todays observation !!!

I feel we are living in an new age. The light has changed. Something odd is happening to me also, nights of strange dreams that feel like building blocks. Maybe this is the final stretch of life or the second half ? Second half, yes, thats a better sounding explanation ! Final...hell thats a thought .Good night.