Cosmos

‘The Earth had become an unstable entity floating in space, and being absorbed in the energy of the turning wheel of the Cosmos. The people of the Earth had no knowledge of how soon, the ball of sulfur would soon spill from every crevice and opening and soon the ground would tremble, and shake, and that the ‘nuclear’ age of war was not the end scenario. ”Can we hear her breathe?” The voice was small but clear. ”Can we see her breathe?” ..People ran fast that day…’

The above is an exert from ‘Journey Home’… so please do if you want download it at least, I think the price of the ebook is pretty reasonable. I found there is so much more to be said. It is good for me even to re-read the stories. I love fiction, and I loved geography a while back at sixth form, there was all of the study of our planet and rocks, and things of that nature to learn. There was a reason, for studying geography, and that was because of the physicality and nature of our own lives, and our interaction with just that the planet we occupy and thrive on. Our Earth. Our birthplace. I have returned to my home town, not infrequently lately. Roots seem very strong things. I have always loved where I came from. I do treasure my memories too. Everything in my childhood led me to where I am now and how I think. Everything in my education led me to the knowledge of higher things too. A higher God. There is peace to be had. Everything is in motion at the moment. I realise a certain responsibility toward sharing knowledge. I tried in my writing to develop a dialogue of things, expression, and creative energy. Human dilemmas. When I was at art school in London, I would almost feel a vacant human with very little to say, or history of my own. It took a life time to build expression. Though I had some encouragement at school. A good schooling is a lifelong treasure. I was blessed truly, there is no other way to describe it.

A drag fold…go ahead if you do not know what that is. Go on Google it. I took a picture at the time on a film camera a black and white photograph was printed, and I pressed that onto card. And the two shots of Lulworth Cove, have travelled in my portfolio my whole life. I never sold them or showed them, and to be truthful, I should return and take a digital version in colour. Do you know what a drag fold is? It shows, that the surface of the Earth our Earth was in motion many millions of years ago. If you ever study geography well the geography of Britain, you will remember the soft sedimentary rocks are very present to the south east of our country, and the harder more igneous rocks like in Cornwall are the type that break when pressure is placed upon them, enough to shear, enough to break and like brittle ice create jagged and hard to walk on clitter. The Isle of Wight has significant sedimentary rock, and that folds, when pressure is placed on it, it folds not snaps. The downs are undulating. The rocks in Cornwall are jagged, and sharp. There are layers exposed in the rock at Lulworth, the layers show different ages of the surface of the planet and the changes that occured at each stage of Earth’s formation. This is the best subject, geography. Do not let your teenagers waste their youth on rioting Earth people. We have a very active planet. There is change afoot.

I hear a new crack has occured in Africa, just lately. Huge ravine formed and slit and parted a farmers olive grove. To reach his field both sides he will have to now build a bridge, to get from one side to the other. I hope The National Geographic have been down there to document.

The crack opened up after the earthquake in Turkey.

(Journey Home on Amazon sells at about £0.99 … )

Journey Home

I made a journey home myself, at the time I wrote this novella..or short novel type story. I have had so much fun writing stories. I think because I have not used any particular rule book either. I made this story because, I had a need to convey something, perhaps impending in the future. When you get vivid dreams, and you never forget those, there is always some sort of message. I have lived my life relatively freely, and am glad, very glad, to have just gone forward from one project to the next without knowing how successful it might be. But, it is the only way to be individual, and expressive. If you feel a lack of confidence, well liken writing a page to a dancer setting out upon an empty dancefloor with sometimes a full audience in tow. Yes, daunting. What kind of moves are you going to make, and will you fall at the first twist or hard step. I have also had that experience. In the middle of a Limon class, I followed instructions to keep the ‘flow’ of the move going and unlike ballet when you turn, to not particularly point, as in make an effort to keep your eyes on a point in the room. I threw myself into the ‘flow’, and landed in a heap on the floor. And to my amazement at the time, not a titter or a laugh occurred, and after the Limon class, everyone at the minibus point gathered around me and I felt accepted. Bit amazing that. Falling over did me the world of good. Everyone is too afraid of failure. I have always loved dance. Today I was feeling like a bit of an elephant in weight and appearance. I am way older now compared to that day, when I was sylphlike and size eight to a ten. I am small too. I am like the little faery thing, that danced in chiffon on a stage. There is something lovely about dance.

Journey Home is still on Amazon in case you never got to read it. Why not give it a go, it is unlikely to kill you like a drug. It gives you fair warning of the possible future. I have made writing, about all sorts of atmospheres and scenarios before. I was well-pleased at passing with an ‘A’ grade at school, but failed to take that result to sixth form and beyond, as plainly and clearly, the art projects took over. The only reason however, I ended up in a Limon dance class was because I had hated my art school initially. I was trying out in the performing art classes, as an easy swap. I had had to audition in a ballet class where I knew only the rudiments of point work, and the teacher had just wanted to see how I moved. I must have done well, as she allowed me to swap the degree I was taking to follow this hint of a need in me. So for six weeks, I was doing Martha Graham technique, and ballet and Limon.. and taking drama classes, and some sort of music foundation element. There was a tutor who tried to show the class going from a titter to rollicking loud rolling over on the floor laugh. That was an amazing experience. I played the blindfolded girl at a party, shouting (as an indicator of change of game) ‘Murder in the dark!’… No one would take the role I had to volunteer being the newbie, and it was amazing to be there playing like a child in a strange place called drama class. I guess I do not scare too easy.

I think going to London was quite a big deal overall. I had have spent quite a few years trying to make it work. I have only realised, that time passes, and there is no slowing that down. So writing about those things made sense. The many stories and there are some more to come. So watch this spot for now.

The Submersible ‘Accident’ Titan / Titanic revisited

I was as shocked as anyone, with the news of the submersible vessel Titan disappearing from radar, and with communications down, the ensuing debate about what had happened, continued over the various media outlets, and people with opinions, were aplenty. But, the truth is, the most immediate event was what had happened to the five lives inside the vessel, and was it possible to recover the vessel. I am glad to hear they went forward with the idea of recovering the wreck and or bodies or remains. (Crew members who perished, are the CEO, Stockton Rush, millionaire, Hamish Harding, entrepreneur Shahzada Daiwood and his precious son Suleman only 19 years old, and pilot Paul-Henri Nargeolet)
It was not something, in my mind to debate, the need to find out and examine what went wrong, in order to eliminate the same mistakes in the future. When the Daily Mail went all gung-ho about the sacredness of the ship the Titanic’s wreck site being a place of ‘burial’ for the those who perished in 1912, that took me by surprise. It has been over one hundred years since the Titanic sank in its mid journey to New York, and supposedly, hit an iceberg. The theorists are interesting, with some speculating that the original Titanic was not the original ship but, a sister-ship, called the Olympic, or something of that name. That also the story was much more complex, the story involving some possible insurance fraud? I had never heard about this theory before now, and I think too, it was only inevitable, the curious historians, and archaeologists, might feel an interest in the relic site. History, is of immense interest to me, and I think it is important to document it properly. No doubt the Titan will now get that treatment. I really hope they research in the positive sense, to help the designs of future submersibles rather than people throwing their hands in the air saying ‘not possible’. All invention is  a step forward not backward. The Titan trip ended in tragedy this time but, it had completed two trips with new film footage and that cannot be a small thing. How wonderful that the footage is a survivor, and it might be helpful to future researchers of the site.

Making new things like vehicles is a form of in this case marine architecture, it is a very specific speciality in terms of design. No design ever came into being without  a few headaches, and trial and error. God bless those who dare to do the same in the future with courage.

Echevera and Bananas..

Well, it is something to savour, a painting or picture on display, and the why something has meaning enough to look at, and think about, and contemplate. I  wanted to make a still life painting, smallish, and frame worthy..so this one sits still on my kitchen unit on a display easle for now. But, the colour, and the suggestion of a window sill in the background is enough to suggest, where the objects had been placed. I could have done this more abstractly, and with more objects.. but, the process was wholly satisfying, in much the same way, a landscape might be.  Fruits and flowers, and desert plants with thick skins.. but, I wanted something bright coloured hence the bananas, simply that.. I was eating those little fig biscuits the other day, because figs are a delightful fruit though a bit sweet once dried. What a wonderful world we live in with so many varieties of fruit alone! I have decided to upload this to Alamy.com to see if people might like the print.

There is a book on my shelves called The Fruits of the Earth by Andre Gide. ‘Every creature points to God, none reveals Him.’

There is something good in the practice of painting a thing as you see it too. I have painted too in the abstract. But, there is something about reaffirming the reality around us as something worthy in our memory. A moment where I did this painting, and the gathering of the items, and why. I guess there is a certain delight, now, coming through, the summer sun, making days a little longer, every day the call of seabirds nearly every morning. Something about the south coast and the brightness of sunshine. I spent many years in London but, always felt a bit landlocked, and perhaps, after a while changing the regular things, to see new landscapes is a good thing. People today, some never read books, and yet, all my life since I was an undergraduate student, this is a habit, that I picked up, reading widely, many things. I always loved the film 84 Charingcross Road, something of this wonder of a collection of books, is in that story. Americans, around the time,  were slightly aloft, not aware of the war time deprevations.

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Monet’s Houses of Parliament

Just browsing an old diary that once upon a time I purchased from the Tate Gallery’s shop, beautiful thing in itself. But, when you see the colour of the pastels and paints, it does that thing that if you are good at image making, it makes you want to look and look yet again. There is a fire in the sky created by the sun, the reflection of which also appears in the water, and almost swamps the House of Parliament. The building is a silhouette, the clock tower in shadow but very recognisable in shape. It could be mid afternoon in time, because the sun is not yet set on the horizon. Time is present but not in the appearance of a clock face, we tell the time by the position of the sun in the sky.

https://www.claude-monet.com/parliament-at-sunset.jsp Here’s a link to the page where you can view the picture.

I have nearly finished my little still life, which seemed initially more of an exercise to get my brain trained back to responding to the stimulus of subject. But, once every now and then I use to attend Pintar Rapido, and would paint and exhibit in a flash style quick go grab them type show, and sometimes make a sale, if lucky. This project was such a good idea, and drew an unusually large group of mainly shy and slightly introverted people together, not something artists always love, but, the training most have received they can be truly proud of.

I have figured this summer if we get the fireball of all hot summers might be a good time to do some more pintar rapido projects, or rather au plein air type work..

Ryde is always attractive because of its history, and often when I went to and fro on the Wightlink, I would take in the early morning atmosphere and light. Something you cannot always perceive or remember as well back in the studio.

The early morning ferries are more airy and light, and more of a pastel shade in comparison with the effort Monet made with our Big Ben and Houses of Parliament.

Here’s to another summer as I feel today seems to be the first of the warm weather.

Hackers

Seems every other day now, something is under attack, and no one can catch the crook. I have to say I love Twitter, so to get locked out via a virus seems a bit weird. I do think, Elon Musk is a hero, but there is an army of villains trying to probably crash this site, I tried changing my password because ‘someone’ signed me out of my account, and so I did a AVG scan, but the problem is still there… help!

I noticed someone and probably I am correct, someone like Anna Ardin has appeared in Newport…amazingly in the very shop that I bought my phone from Vodafone on the High Street. I hope never to see her appear again, but, cannot get round that these people are employed, paid a very high wage to hurt others who are expressing free speech. If I cannot get back into Twitter, if it is Twitter I hope they communicate why I cannot get into my account or sign in?.. I use a hotspot connection for my internet but, I guess, I will be back in the Vodafone shop to complain if this virus thing persists.

If any of my friends can see this please assist, I am also on Facebook, though I keep my Facebook to family and friends, it is still possible to try to connect.

I lost my cat in the last week, and am truly feeling down, and to be under attack cyber attack at the same time is a bit terrible. I do not like Anna Ardin, I feel she is a traitor to human emotions, and not a good person not even a good feminist, because she goes round hating people.

I chose to leave London due to my age and the hope of being closer to family, and because home is the place we are all familar with like the back of a hand. I grew up in Southampton, and Southampton is in my blood. I first learned my faith here in Southampton’s churches, and met with lovely people. I do not think, that the world will ever be able to stop the purity of good people. We who stand with Jesus, will stand firm.

I am aware, that the pandemic was a bit of a test to see if people were really awake. Well, Jesus does communicate, and He told me on the eve of my own decision about considering having the vaccine, that the vaccines were ‘dirty’, that was from the horses mouth. I would not know entirely how this was so, but, I am more convinced than ever that my Saviour is on my side, as I am truly His in my heart.

I am by birth Roman Catholic but, I have had a few share worthy moments with evangelists, and learned many things, including putting Jesus on the throne of your heart, that is central to understanding goodness.

Back to the opinions, it is a free press, for as long as we can say what we feel and profer an opinion about something. Anyone or political party coming against the free world, they are barking up the wrong tree, and I wholly implore the angels to intervene tonight Amen. God Bless You all who devote time to Jesus, because He is our only hope.

The Water Beneath Our Feet

Lukely Brook, speaks of history yet complete,
From children to aging feet.
The measured way the disappearing flow
Sing the birds of the airy fields
Harvesting is here, in the dewy meadow.
As autumnal winds catch the leaves
The shower of rain falls on every briar
And the old mill pond’s waters rise higher and yet, higher,
To a torrent flow, down the valley, down the valley
The waters fast moving, the waters go.
From spring to sea, Lukely passes fields and trees
From old oak to young plane, in the lower valley.
Coursing through the town, and underneath the feet
Of the unsuspecting chancers
Looking for romance,
And in the places where they meet.
Quack, quack, honk honk,
Mullard drakes make excited commotion
Eddies, and swirls of water create a busier motion
Around the bullrush reeds, and island woven nests,
The purple loosestrife and the willow tree
There the green grasses of parkland rest.
And there, there on a late summer day,
The sparkling waters pass on by,
The sunshine rests on the moving
Stream, like stars that sparkle
Diamond light, like nebula of the sky
Mirrored in the water,
Flowing on toward the Medina’s edge
To the silent couples who enter the parks, and
Swans who swim and look for their mates too.
So silently the water passes, beneath the feet of those who
Like dancers, who wheel and turn and eddy,
Until all the commotion and motion of life is free
And all seems giddy.

Plandemics

If it wasn’t so obvious it would be written in BOLD RED  type infront of you..I am wondering, perhaps on a deeper front, we need to all take stock. I wonder, I just wonder, why we have not got the kind of moral naturally good leaders who would stand by any man or woman and be on their side, just right now, where have all the good people gone? We need good moral leaders there is no excuse for what we have all witnessed. WEF…is that it? Money is not God. I feel there is something Babylonian in the biblical sense.. going on… Babylon the Great… is meant to be one humungous demonic force.. it is in the bible.. it says we are all going to be doing business with this thing… but, identifying what is the good and evil in business forums.. I do hope someone holy stands up at the WEF meeting and does something to stop the slip into this dark hole they are building. You know that expression the rat race… well we are humans and not rats.. do not let any leader anywhere try to decern anything different. God made man, (and woman)…God made us we are a wonderful thing. But, we are not going in the right direction, it is obvious people have taken advantage during this ‘trying’ time, but, still there is no real investigation as to the Corona virus 19 origins. Why are the business people trying to make it difficult to travel abroad? That is the most curious thing, and also very disappointing. I cannot think of a single young person who has not yearned to travel and explore the world, but, what has happened just lately, seems to have put one hell of a plank or obstruction in the way of the feet of the many. We can all stop this now by petitioning our governments making them more accountable. Governments are meant to serve the people. I would like to hope a child born today would have the same freedoms to study and travel, as my expectations have been in the past, without anything affecting their health in the long term. Nature is not the force producing deadly ‘new’ viruses. The cost of medicine, is down to the manufacturers, but no one should make it impossible to receive medications that are deemed important to life. I am someone who believes in eating good things too, that can also aid health. I just wonder why the malicious element of distruction is being focused on by the likes of people like Bill Gates? He could not be richer than he is today but, decided to tell the WEF about the economics of medications. God bless us with better thinkers than that man. Perhaps he will go and live on his own little island somewhere and stop bothering the human race.

There was a time when communities existed that helped eachother. There is a wonderful book called Lark Rise to Candleford by Flora Thompson. People farmed the land and I guess there was more exchange by barter then. But, look at that whole way of life. People had not forgotten what wonderful things exist in nature, and farming puts a person in touch with the land. When you look at the whole event of Economic Forums.. they are not about the people in community, they are about people who have wealth, and quite possibly no moral fibre it would seem. Someone commented about the amazing number of private jets used in order that the super rich could meet. I hope they do not forget how God cares for each one of us. If God can count the hairs on your head.

It is said that pollution can have an affect on health. In Southampton some years ago, there was research into the reason people became asthmatic, where they had had no childhood illness of this sort. The reason for the research was the increase in asthma cases in later adult life.  Pollution it is said, breaks down even the membrane tissues in the nose, so there is more likelyhood of allergens and reactions within the body. The natural body’s defence, is weakened by pollution. Well, we all know the outcome of heavy smoking is the possible development later in life of emphyzema. In the course of doing social care work, I have witnessed some of these ailments in the most bright people. If something is toxic to the human body, it should be avoided. And yet, look at us the human race, quite prepared to be devilish, and poison ourselves! I have to follow my own instincts these days, but, God is a guide when you are ever in doubt.

There does need to be more education available on the benefits of certain foods. I love it whenever a publication is made showing how beneficial certain foodstuffs can be especially with regard to human ailments that are common. But, mainly, I am writing this today because we have to help eachother.

To be continued…

Just Being

Today marked a new start, and I had not expected it. Great to think, I will focus on the writing finally and exhibitions of my visual efforts.. called ART.

Back to the bucolic of countryside walks, and totally without any control, my summer took on a strange activity of walks between the last stop where a bus would take me near to my workplace and the fact that most country roads are without pavements. Machines can accelerate, and cars pass like huge bullets. I have just my own sense of the size of such a possibility of if an accident should occur. I have seen two forms of roadkill in the last week or so. One a butterfly, the other a young red squirrel. All smashed or squashed by the vehicles which transport us the humans to our ‘destination’. There is no time machine, to reverse the ‘accident’. The little squirrel had met its fate, and so had the tortoiseshell butterfly. But, the latter even after dying, still displayed such wonderful yellows, and markings, and the wings of which translate as something of a marvel. Perhaps I do envy a little the speed of the big silver metallic machines we call cars to get around, but, the walks show me something more.

There are ‘amplifiers’ and ‘amplifiers’, some of which extend the sound range of a piece of live music, and some which, simply enlarge what we wish to view with more clarity, like a microscope or camera lens. I found myself soaking up the atmosphere of blue sky and sunshine today. It is a privilege and a wonder, just to see miles of fields of grass or hay. At this time bales of hay are dotted around, the yellow dryness of straw everywhere.

It is said England has reached a peak temperature of 33 degrees celsius, this weekend alone. The air is somehow hard to breathe, but, perhaps that is just heat and the effect on a human body. At my workplace one of our guests lost a cute scotty dog, a little white dog expired in this heat. Unusual and sad, and horrid, to lose the pet you brought on holiday to heat. Human life is a fragile thing too.

How fast how slow are we supposed to be, in our age? No matter how they try to slow traffic along country lanes people disobey the rule. The large lettering in the road, is redundant to the task, if a car is going faster than it should, the words are not going to be read. They are words that are ignored. The words say in large, long letters SLOW.

Time is sometimes, something of a strange event. The moon has cycles, the Earth follows too, something of a relationship like a good clock, that keeps Mr Time, at his work. I lean on everything I have known, and everything that is spontaneously to hand to deliver a message. I guess it is the tortoise and the hare type. Slow, slow, quick, quick slow.

The butterfly wings flap at a fast rate to keep the little creature in the air. Its body its thorax being the thickest part of its shape, but, still light weight, and still, there is not much to it. The wings are huge in comparison, but, very thin, and veined, and magnificent. The fluttering is rapid, nonstop, pretty, and it alights on a leaf, momentarily. The little creature is observing even me through ommatidia and has tiny thin antena. They are like a fly, with many images receiving the information about my huge beaming face perhaps. 12,000 images of me?

And observing as I do, the stroll, down a country lane has transformed my whole day. There are just miles and miles of fields. When I got to the bus stop, there was a bug on my hand luggage, I had thought to photograph it with my phone, but it vanished as quickly as it alighted, it had bright orange legs and mandibles, and almost irredescence of some sort of blackish blue coloration on its body. Small, tiny less than two centimetres, he the less observed creature who most people will not have the privilege of seeing, suddenly he is a star performer in my day, Mr Pimpla rufipes, like a Jimmy cricket.

Social Media The Madness

Censorship is happening at a frightening pace. I have finally realised, that Twitter for example is behaving unprofessionally, particularly over the recent attempt of a ‘takeover’. It doesn’t take too much to realise that if you are not allowed to debate things in the news, that free speech is actually being deminished by an invisible hand. I am not going to be party to that. I mentioned debatable issues to do with the Covid vaccine, and got told by Twitter to delete the tweet. I don’t agree with them, and punishing my account by a six day silence is to me, heinous and a crime against my personal liberty. I think, it is impossible for the American culture to stay true to its name of Independence if it doesn’t keep its constitution in place for the next few hundred years. I am horrified, that the places of debate are decreasing if not becoming extinct like the precious animals of our Earth’s history. Maybe it is us too who will become extinct?

I believe if the freedom seekers find this blog, they’ll follow me for what I am and not what I am not. God Bless everyone in this endeavour.

Please read all my books… they’re only cheep and I sell them currently through Amazon kdp.

Journey Home; Enlightened Heart tell you what I consider important. I believe thoroughly in debating the modern times we are living through because cursedly, we are victims of extremists currently in government. They try to say they are not extreme but the amount of clamp down is showing too boldly. Perhaps its the pharmaceutical companies who signed up to make untested vaccines. Who knows. I object to being made a guinea pig for any of them. I believe in health and mostly in eating good quality food to make sure the body’s immunity works well.