Sunday, 11 September 2011

A clear message?

I feel that although we must show our disgust for the evil killing spree that has changed our lives forever at the 9/11 services; I cannot help thinking also that for every name read out to commemorate lost loved ones and for every televised tear, the perpetrators are patting themselves on the back.


For each mention of ground zero, the pain of remembrance is possibly equalled by the gain of those who decided to kill successfully while at the same time chilling hearts intensively

What if, the free and decent world, just as it was during the world wars, were to play down the attempts of evil, by just saying, that was a pathetic attempt to hurt the likes of decent people; grow up please?

What if we lived in a world where each ceremony to the dear departed in such cases, was just a wake party to celebrate the fact that lost souls are all happier knowing that we remained happy as well?

What if as well, the area of ground zero, could afford as much space as possible, to house a medical facility instead. A name for such a radical suggestion.. “Pacis et amor.” (Peace Harmony and love). Latin.

No I was not a hippie in the swinging sixties. My peace came from a cup of tea. (2 sugars)…

At a Friday night recording for “Speak Easy” (1973) I said… Please leave this bit on the curtting room floor. This goes out on a Sunday afternoon pretending to be a live show. So here we all are… Bored as anything, and we are all discussing vandalism. We’re putting ideas into peoples heads like, go ye and wreck a train.”

The entire sentence was transmitted…

And still decades later… Ceremoniously we say… We still feel the pain after ten years… What better message of encouragement can we afford then, to give the evil dread a thumbs up? “Go for it Guv, it hurts.” Some peace message that is?

Friday, 9 September 2011

I hear you loud and 'ear

I hear you loud and clear… Are you in my ear?

I have a few appliances in my kitchen that can receive HD television signals.

They of course are not aware of this because Gas cookers, toasters, fridges et al are not designed to decode such random information and display the results for my entertainment in the same way as a television set sees this as a lifelong mission. All other metal washing lines and old fashion bedsprings please note then that these signals that bounce onto you are not meant to be used by you.

I sometimes get emails which say that at the bottom… But do I really owe you that much? Is how I respond to them…

So when do I start this blog? Now.

It is soooo obvious that there are more planets in the universe than there are grains of sand on our beaches; perhaps minus crabs and empty drink cans and thus it’s soooooooo equally obvious that we are not alone… But what if these other universal soldiers communicated by using a straight line monotone whistle? Of ringing noises? It’s the Bells, it’s the Bells . (Product placing completed)…

If these comms were ev’rywhere, then like obedient gas cookers we would shrug them off by thinking… Sorry, wrong number. Or putting it another way? I've got “F” word Tinnitus again…

However… Opening alien emails or not, if we unwittingly decode fractions of these whistles we call Tinnitus then we likewise are in the knowledge meant for those alone who the info was sent to…

No Alien emails were opened in the writing of this blog but I just wanted to share my theory of how some of us can know of events that are happening somewhere or soon will be. It’s the Vibes… It’s the Vibes…

Never any future lottery results you notice…