1710206/20140414a) Letting the Strong Ones of the Earth Rob me of My Strength or not. April 14, 2014Posted by pete1844 in Diary.
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Kamal, 6th Jalal, 171 BE Perfection, Mercy of Glory Year number 18, Abha, (Most Luminous) Vahid number 9, Baha, (Splendour) Kull-i-Shay (Fullness of Time), number 1, Alif, (A), Monday, 14th April 2014 AD
(Circa 11:00?). I woke up with an interesting thought yesterday. All those Baha’is through the years that had made insinuations of sacrifice, paranoia, egotism etc etc. What if those insinuations were part of “the mental tests” that would purify the Baha’is of the west, delivered from people who don’t really believe in Baha’u’llah and are really working for that psychotic immoral delusion which calls itself “Full Spectrum Dominance”. Maybe in ADJ where SE calls for a “regeneration” of the US Community, he is calling for all the FSD agents and workers, to either resign from the intelligence community and become real believers, or calling on them to leave the Faith, and leave the real Baha’is to get on with His work, without such inane distractions from people who worship idols such as Molloch, Lucifer, Nature, Inner Reality and the abomination that calls itself FSD. Perhaps then the BWO will begin to function with a renewed vim and vigour that “FSD” can only dream about.
03:54. This was the beginning of Sunday, before a CRM (in this case the 2nd of 3 COUNTY Reflection Meetings, rather than that of the Cluster, and later a get-together of Oxford’s vanguard to watch a TED talk on Happiness followed by a good discussion, and then a third event, a HV, says some prayers after enjoying one of the last whole stand-up routines of George Carlin aged 70, and then his “No Choice” routine, and a mere soupcon of Part Troll by Bill Bailey. And by the time, now, that I’m back, and typing this before going to bed, the machinations of FSD agents by the west battling with FSB agents from the east, dominating the Security Council with their lies, hypocrisy and double-talk, and double-think, inspiring even more contempt from the peoples of the world these so-called leaders are supposed to be serving, (personally I feel on balance the west is worse, much worse, and the east in contrast a relative haven of reason, justice and truth), though I know I ought to maintain an aura of neutrality, I feel that those FSD agents which may be infiltrating the Community as with all the other NGOs subverted to help with illegal regime change, from Mossadegh to Yanakovich and the dozens in between, will probably just melt away and be left behind, unable to maintain their tasks in the Community, simply because they can’t match the spirit of true believers. Maybe without even the revelation of Channel 4′s “Dispatches” programme after whose broadcast, the 4 demonstrated politicians, Steven Byers, Lord Buttifant, Geoff Hoon and Patricia Hewitt, simply disappeared from public view or mention, just forgotten, so likewise, maybe those agents will simply cease to be visible and be no longer, seen, heard, remembered, just melted away. Those still in the saddle will be adequate to His tasks and carry on into the future, building the new world, His Kingdom on Earth.
I’m still taking 600 mgs of Quetiapine daily. If I suddenly find that she is with someone else, which seems likely to me, then I will need every ounce of my strength to deal with the emotions that will overwhelm me. It will be painful, and 600 mgs daily will possibly see me through the pain of that situation. However if……things turn out well, I will be ecstatically happy, since that huge reservoir of love that I feel for her will be fulfilled, and there ARE signs that things will go well, though such signs ARE open to misinterpretation. But whether life turns out to be very, very good or very very bad, is impossible to say with any degree of probability either way. All I CAN say with certainty is that I love her, with a passion, truly, madly deeply, and that this loves isn’t going anywhere; it will stay in my mind, heart and soul for a very long time to come, especially if the 26 years from 1978 to 2004 are anything to go by. Sometimes, just saying, or shouting, “I love you”, into the empty ether, relying on non-local causation, to carry my spiritual feelings to her, wherever she is, is all I can think about. Maybe she doesn’t like overblown romantic gestures, maybe she does. I can’t really help it. Switching off the passion just to be friends will be a good skill to learn, just to make day to day friendship workable and feasible; I’m sure I can do that, though at certain times, the romantic indulgent extravagance of love will come to the fore and weave its magic, when expressing love is all that can be found in two hearts or one heart. Words are SO rubbish at describing these things. She is just SO beautiful, and I love her SO much! What can be said more than that?
14:53. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f5IRI4oHKNU Heard it in an advert and found it on You Tube. By a group I’d hardly heard of, The Zombies, a very memorable tune, “She’s not there!” But, with a touch of metaphorical evidence, wordgames, and TPV, “she’d not the hare”, or “she’s not the air”. In the group of animals known as lagomorphs, so Spock tells me, there are at least 3 main sub-groups, the rabbit, the hare and the picard (Tea, Earl Grey, hot, 20th March 2007! at Luis’ flat in Headington). so if she’s not the hare, she IS a rabbit/cat in the eastern system. She’s not the air, but she IS in the western system, since The Twins are characterised by the quality of air (intellect and sociability) which is mutable (changeable ), and by coincidence, the planet Jupiter (“By Jove, missus!” says Ken Dodd) the most massive, the most gravitational, the most magnetic, the most attractive celestial body in the entire Solar System, is at present tarrying, lingering, lurking, moving around, and messin’ about in the constellation, Gemini, the Twins, with there evenly matched twin 1st magnitude stars, Castor and Pollux. Jupiter indeed has been retrograde within the monolith shaped rectangle of stars of which Castor and Pollux are at one end, going to the left, then to the right, and now to thye left again. Changeable intellectual viewpoints, NOT an indication of being two-faced, but simply being aware of all options at the same time, a kind of inherent cognitive dissonance, making being decisive a teeny weeny bit problematic, n’est-ce pas? Another song? How about the philosophy of sex as depicted in glowing and poetic terms by Kate Bush. God, I dare not share this on FB! “Symphony in Blue”, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-t7mO529zUg, “Sensual World” https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h1DDndY0FLI “In the Warm Room” https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jchWWJ1wQCc “Feel It” https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fTSKNW3vGRA and a few other issues, “Lionheart” https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fTSKNW3vGRA
21:30. Just as GPs can claim, unless they are secretly working for NED, and are lying, can indeed spot a bipolar from 100 yards, I wonder if its possible to spot a NED agent from their language, body language, general demeanour? Maybe instead of waiting for someone to offer a Mysteron detector on EBay, its possible that there is an inherently already installed awaiting activation app in the depths of our own souls that can spot someone just pretending to be a Baha’i, and really being that strange creature, an agent for some god-forsaken organisation such as the dishonest, lying hypocritical psychopathic morally moronic National Endowment for Democracy? Nat Con 2014 will give ample chance to practice!
21:42. THAT’s a thought. I wonder if NED has “bought” my street? Or bought my village as in Port Meirion? THAT would be an interesting situation.
22:12. I wonder why, when “the free market” is distorted and manipulated by interests who are determined to steal wealth, no one is talking YET about the democratic process being distorted and manipulated by such as NED which can determine the outcome of elections and create regime change illegally and against the interests of the people, in favour of the same kleptocrats, determined to steal wealth, power and life itself from the human race.
23:03. After eating too many Minstrels last night, I’m watching “Knowing” (2009) again starring Nicholas Cage. I wonder if this actually happened in March 2012, and using a process like Mysteron retrometabolism, some higher power, “restored” Earth to an earlier moment, altering certain factors to ensure a better outcome. The first disaster 81 air crash, next 179 tube crash, next 33 , then Everyone Else, the Calamity. So, “33″ is the last disaster before the 19th October, the eve of the End, 20th October, The Birth of The Bab, in 1819 in Shiraz. “33″, the number mentioned August 2007 in Cowley without any context given or understood. Then Caleb scratches 15523….. Hmm! Then scratched on the door, 4275……Hmm. So, “33″ isn’t a disaster, its a meeting on the eve of The End, and being in the right place for the journey to a new life in a different realm. But why “33″? Two trinities? A Christian (Father, Son and Holy Spirit) and a Baha’i (Father, Son and Herald), or two of the later, two Baha’is? Two people with the same perception of THREE? Dandilion, Daisy and Forget-me -not. And Dandilion, Forget-me-not and Daisy. Sorry, no sweet-smelling roses. Dandilion = God.
1710204/20140412a) The Neutral Zone, and Twinning. April 12, 2014Posted by pete1844 in Diary.
add a comment 11:00 BST (British Summer Time) Jalal, 4th Jalal, 171 BE Glory, Grandeur of Glory Year number 18, Abha, (Most Luminous) Vahid number 9, Baha, (Splendour) Kull-i-Shay (Fullness of Time), number 1, Alif, (A), Saturday, 12th April 2014 AD
So, evaluating global geopolitics and being able to decide whether to side with the Romulan Empire or the UFP, it seems is impossible, since we are not given enough information to decide, and anyway taking sides is forbidden anyway, so, back to the Neutral Zone. Whether its safer in the Neutral Zone for ships that do NOT have Romulan disruptors OR Federation phton torpedoes, in either of the two Empires, is unknown, but if the Divine Summons says, “get the f back in the Neutral Zone, NOW!”, who are we to argue with the creator of both the Romulan Empire AND the United Federation of Planets (or is it really The Terran Empire?). “We don’t know, Pete, we just don’t know!”
Having therefore both my FB profile picture AND background showing pleasant photos of the Romulan Emperor, or is it the President of the Federation, or is it the Terran Emperor, or Empress, Sato, Twins, yes Twins! Like Romulus and Remus, Romulan Empire and Terran Empire, United Federation of Planets and the Romulan Empire, Castor and Pollux. I asked my honourable friend, the Vulcan Ambassador Spock, here in the Romulan Empire, if a shuttle craft might be available today to get me to the Twin Home Planet, Remus, for a CRM but alas he has not yet returned my text. The cause is not lost however, since, here on Romulus, there is another CRM tomorrow. However, even before I get access to Spock’s wisdom, I’m sure he will agree with me that, being on Romulus, it is not wise to have, heading my FB page, photos, albeit pleasant, of the President of the Federation, since as yet, an equitable and just relationship between Romulus and the Federation is not yet, as far as I can see, even on the horizon. It may be Romulan propaganda stating that it is NOT prosecuting a strategy of “encirclement” around the Federation, but whether true or not, showing favour and support for the Federation’s President efforts for equitable mediation and reconciliation, when living on Romulus is not wise.
15:52. Watching Hitchcock’s “Rebecca” starring Lawrence Olivier and Joan Fontaine. Nah, can’t be bothered, “The Incredible Hulk” starring Edward Norton, about The Hulk vs The Pentagon. Don’t! Black and white moral certainty is far more entertaining than an endless labyrinth of cognitive dissonance. Which is what women embody, right? William Hurt fronts the Pentagon. He’s going green! Spectrum is red! And Liv Tyler. And don’t you know it! Liv Tyler is William Hurt’s daughter. Isn’t fate mean? And The Hulk can withstand and destroy DEW vehicles targeting him. Pity ordinary human beings are defenseless against DEW. Don’t you just HATE The Pentagon. Sometimes there just aren’t enough stones.
Maybe when Baha’u’llah has got our backs, neither DEW nor cognitive dissonance can prevail against The Army of Light, and we find that by the grace of God, we seem like Captain Scarlet, impervious to Pentagon tricks, and Spectrum is red against Mysteron advanced alien superhuman supernatural technology, especially when accessing those features of those realities of the spirit that even American scientists are powerless to understand or discover.
“Boys, boys, boys. Cars:- They’re just for getting about in! Yes, but they don’t embody an endless labyrinth of cognitive dissonance! The trick is to avoid the insanity that cognitive dissonance gives rise to. And one way to do that is to live in a fantasy world devoid of complexity, confusion, moral dilemma, and, instead, black and white certainty. Better to be stupid than mad.
16:31. “Sometimes I question my sanity but the unicorn and gummy bears told me I’m fine.” You can’t argue with a unicorn. OOH! Baha’i input! On FB, what a novelty! Can you argue with a unicorn. Depends if the Unicorn is literal or metaphorical. For example, if The Unicorn is represented by an almost unbelievable amateur doctor with national if not international importance, though totally unaccredited with paper certificates from the scientific Spanish Inquisition of orthodox reality, then if HE says I’m doing well, and he knows and understands SO much, then you can’t argue with HIM! Literally, of course Unicorns are mythological and don’t really exist, do they?
1710201/20140409a) March 2012; It Must Be Remembered. April 9, 2014Posted by pete1844 in Diary.
add a comment 14:02 BST (British Summer Time) ‘Idal, 1st Jalal, 171 BE Justce, Splendour of Glory Year number 18, Abha, (Most Luminous) Vahid number 9, Baha, (Splendour) Kull-i-Shay (Fullness of Time), number 1, Alif, (A), Wednesday, 9th April 2014 AD
So, what exactly, DID happen in March 2012? I remember watching Russia Today, and witnessing Putin’s triumph in a general election. Then some time afterwards, a stadium was shown, filmed from the air, in which on the terraces, fires were burning, as if a huge demonstration of dissidence, or mass murder by the security services, then there was a fire at the top of a communications tower in Moscow, but thankfully no one was hurt. Then there seemed to be a change, as if a giant “flashy thing” as in “Men in Black” had been triggered in Earth Orbit, causing the whole population to forget. And then I remembered watching Russia Today and witnessing Putin’s triumph in a general election, and I thought, “this happened a couple of months ago; why are they doing it again, as if nothing happened a couple of months ago?” THAT question has never been answered, and it has never been asked. If The House says, “It must be remembered”, perhaps that is an indication that SOMEONE has the technology, not only to turn half a million tons of masonry to dust in 8 seconds, they ALSO have the technology to make whole populations FORGET what has happened, especially in The United States of Amnesia. Am I right or am I right?
add a comment 20:05 BST (British Summer Time) Fidal, 19th Baha, 171 BE Grace, Loftiness of Splendour Year number 18, Abha, (Most Luminous) Vahid number 9, Baha, (Splendour) Kull-i-Shay (Fullness of Time), number 1, Alif, (A), Tuesday, 8th April 2014 AD
Kerry threatens Russia with 21th century weapons for 19th century behaviour. What weapons? Turning Moscow into dust in 8 seconds just like the World Trade Centre in 9/11? And what will stop Russia from learning how to build their own DEW (Directed Energy Weapons) and turn NYC, LA, Chicago and San Francisco into dust in 8 seconds? It is the USA that needs to start telling the truth and back down. The USA has crossed red lines repeatedly since 1945, and if it won’t stop behaving like a 19th century military despot, it WILL be brought to its knees.
22:56. Its hard to love America for me. The reasons are psychological. An all-powerful father who bullied me unmercifully but subtly, never seemed to tell the truth, always telling me inaccurately what I was feeling and thinking, always critical of everything I did, rammed his philosophy of “common sense” as defined by him down my throat, denying everything I ever believed in, interfering and interrupting every social interaction I tried to initiate, having plausible but false reasons and explanations for everything, and being generally dishonest. All these things I perceive now in America. Where is the love? Where is the truth-telling? How can I love a liar?
03:32. I walked briskly around the block earlier. I tried jogging and did so for 30 seconds before needing to stop from exhaustion. Whatever muscles I was using must have been very different from the ones I use for cycling, which exercise, even if for an hour, does not exhaust me as did those 30 seconds.
03:57. A World Bank whistle-blower is reported to have said that a second species of human runs the world’s money and religion. It seems from the course of events that this new race of men, is not the one designed by God to inherit the Earth, because Jesus said that that race would be meek, and the people that run money and religion are the opposite of that, by the fruit of their decisions and actions, which seem to just create suffering, violence, injustice to the human race. So, if there is to be a new meek race of men to inherit the Earth, it seems to me that this new race of men will arise out of the 99%, and NOT the elite 1%, who I imagine,will be exorcised from the Earth by God as the greatest curse that has afflicted and degraded the human race from time immemorial.
04:02. Its becoming increasingly clear to me that I’m not going to receive any blessings from God any time soon, despite promises to that effect, from some who empathise with my feelings. But what do I know? I really have NO idea what is going on, and am sick of asking people, who tell me nothing. I once dreamt that a big Baha’i meeting was being held in a sports hall, with benches for the audience climbing up towards the ceiling on all sides. On the approach one of the Vickers’ brothers encouraged me, amongst the crowds lining the way to go forward and enter the building. Once inside, the other Vickers’ brother bade me sit down in the middle at the bottom, where the members of the Universal House of Justice were sitting. They were looking at me, and positively, but I did not feel positive about myself, and instead felt ashamed and unworthy. A little later I stole a glance at the House member sitting next to me, by which time, neither he nor any of the others were looking at me. End of dream. Anyway, it was only a dream. I have no expectation that anything positive will happen to change anything. Why should I? What evidence is there? None.
04:18. It seems to be an “all-nighter”, since I’ve not been able to sleep yet. I went to bed, started reading “The untold History of the United States” by Oliver Stone and an historian. It was quite upsetting. And then, no sleep. I was thinking, whilst lying in the dark, what do I really want. And the answer came back, “I want to cease to exist. I want the pain to end. I want my life to end.” Not very positive, what? And what of God and Baha’u’llah. Well, I definitely feel cut off from Him. He may be with me, but I am not conscious of His presence, and I do not have any hope that He will come back. This is the black dog of depression talking. Wanting isolation from everyone, to avoid the intense pain of being with others. A wish to be in a partially, dimly lit cave in the bottom of a crevasse, the bottom of a bottomless abyss, cut off from every other creature. To avoid the pain. Perhaps I am autistic, or at the very least a bit Aspergerish. There was that hypnotherapy memory of being happily asleep in the warm, dark of a room, in my cot, behind the bars. But the door opened, letting garish yellow light enter my dark paradise. Then powerful hands reached down and lifted me up, with me squirming and wriggling to get free. Then I was taken towards the accursed yellow light, into the hall, where the front door opened letting strangers in to gawp at me. The feeling of discomfort became too much and I unleashed my secret weapon of escape. I absented myself from the strangers, from the hallway, from the hands holding me as in a vice, from the garish blinding yellow light, from my body, from that reality, from that universe. I created in my head, in my brain, in my imagination, a pyramid, and entered it. Suddenly I was in my pyramid, and not in that so-called real world, and the effect was heavenly peace, which passes all understanding. End of memory. Last summer at Wellington College, I found myself one evening in a social situation. I was on the far side from the entrance, so I could not easily leave. The large room was crowded with people. Many of them seemed to be aware of my situation. I said to someone who seemed to know what was going on, that it was like having daggers stabbing into my heart. They said it was good for me. I decided that the discomfort was getting too much and called up the pyramid, which did the trick. Suddenly, I was no longer there, no longer subject to the social stress of being there, no longer in emotional pain, no longer with any relationship with anyone or anything in the so-called real world, off in a heavenly pyramid of my own choosing. Not even the pain of her absence. Just oblivion and heavenly peace. Wonderful. And I’m planning to go again this year. Unless National Convention doesn’t finish me off first, that is. I keep imagined National Convention, with no one to talk to, just busily making notes while the proceedings are going on, and in all the breaks, keeping to myself, either in the empty convention centre space itself, or eating alone, and writing my own stuff, socially non-functioning. What would be the point, when no one can understand how I feel, no one can understand my reality. There is no real communication with anyone else possible, so why bash my head against a brick wall, trying to explain. It would be utterly pointless. So, enjoy the Convention, listening to the talks, the addresses, the messages, the consultation, but don’t talk to anyone and avoid all eye contact. THAT is potentially lethal. And occupy your mind scribbling your notes, to block everyone else out. And if she is there, pretend she isn’t, and only talk if bidden to do so. That all makes perfect sense to me. What others make of it is a matter entirely for them.
add a comment 03:25 BST (British Summer Time) Fidal, 19th Baha, 171 BE Grace, Loftiness of Splendour Year number 18, Abha, (Most Luminous) Vahid number 9, Baha, (Splendour) Kull-i-Shay (Fullness of Time), number 1, Alif, (A), Tuesday, 8th April 2014 AD
Just finished reading “A Passion for Mars, Intrepid Explorers of the Red Planet” (2008) by Andrew Chaikin, on this 8th day of April, when in the constellation Virgo, near the 1st magnitude star, Spica, Mars is in opposition, that is on the opposite side of the Earth, from Sol, our home star, The Sun, and quite bright in the southern night sky.
1710118/20140407b) Jean Genie! April 7, 2014Posted by pete1844 in Diary.
add a comment 21:28 BST (British Summer Time) Kamal, 18th Baha, 171 BE Perfection, Dominion of Splendour Year number 18, Abha, (Most Luminous) Vahid number 9, Baha, (Splendour) Kull-i-Shay (Fullness of Time), number 1, Alif, (A), Monday, 7th April 2014 AD
I have an assortment of jeans, (and suits) from a 40″ waist all the way down to 32″. So as my weight decreases, so will my waist measurement. “Yeah, right!” says David Icke! I had 2 pairs of 44″ waist jeans, which were on the baggy side, and a black pair, for those few occasions when I do not travel by bike. And the green 44″ had developed holes through wear and tear on my bike saddle, so I had on my TTD list (Things To Do) for a week or two, buy a pair of 42″ jeans from a charity shop. Finally, I think last Friday, I found a pair at the Animal Sanctuary shop in Summertown, and feel SO fit! What a difference a couple of inches makes!
1710118/20140407a) Legged Up Again. April 6, 2014Posted by pete1844 in Diary.
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Kamal, 18th Baha, 171 BE Perfection, Dominion of Splendour Year number 18, Abha, (Most Luminous) Vahid number 9, Baha, (Splendour) Kull-i-Shay (Fullness of Time), number 1, Alif, (A), Monday, 7th April 2014 AD
I am experiencing a car crash, again, metaphorically speaking. On Friday, everything was going well, with reading The Writings and other spiritual exercises being done in the morning and afternoon as is wished for. Then in the evening things started to unravel again. I not kept to the routine at all since, apart from succeeding in reciting 95As and the SOP on Saturday afternoon. This is the best measure for determining whether I’m doing well or not, and since Friday evening I’ve not been doing well at all. One potentially powerful factor that may have contributed to this situation, is that Steve visited on Friday evening to deliver a book for Hossein, one for me, and for a chat and a cup of tea. I had woken up negative the other day, and felt that western civilisation had destroyed my life, and deserved punishment, and sent a text to Steve saying so, which was a mistake, but the negative emotions had me by the throat and I needed to get them off my chest, BUT when Steve was visiting he referred negatively to my negative emotions, and THAT seems to have brought me back to square one. Its like being on Enquiries at the Job Centre. If someone is livid with rage in front of you and ranting against the whole system, you do NOT confront his anger and treat it with disdain and contempt. You accept it, you treat is seriously, you listen respectfully and attentively and take on board the emotional pain that that person feels. I was in the Job Centre service for over 29 years and I KNOW what works! Steve’s criticism of my emotions has a similar effect to that of my father; it puts me into a powerless state of a catatonic complete neutralisation of my power of will, cancels out completely the link in my soul to God, just kills me psychologically, emotionally, spiritually, dead. And, back at square one, I have to start the whole labouriously tedious task of gradually winding up my speed to normal again.
1710115/20140404a) NHS Disorganisation. April 4, 2014Posted by pete1844 in Diary.
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Istiqlal, 15th Baha, 171 BE Independence, Questions of Splendour Year number 18, Abha, (Most Luminous) Vahid number 9, Baha, (Splendour) Kull-i-Shay (Fullness of Time), number 1, Alif, (A), Friday, 4th April 2014 AD
I had an appointment this morning with Dr Meera Arun and Care Co-ordinator Jac Lawler at 09:30. But there had been a comprehensive reorganisation, in which I have been allocated a new doctor, Dr Thurston, and the previous appointment had been cancelled, though there had been confusion as to who would notify me; in the end no one did. So, a new appointment at 10:30 on 17th April instead with Dr Thurston and Jac. I feel fine, after waking up with negative feelings and perceoptions, which is nothing new, and usually that negativity melts away quite quickly after getting up and engaging with the day’s activities. After the failed appointment, in Summertown, whilst waiting for the Salat al-Jumu’ah to arrive at 12:45, I looked in vain in the charity shops for 42″ jeans, then came here, to Summertown Library at terminal 9, to format from Notepad from PDF, to Word, a 3 page programme of National Convention, and then print a copy out. Then typing this with just 4 minutes left on the clock. All in all, a very routine Friday.
16:38. Emotionally flat, intellectually vacant. A side effect of the 600 mgs of Quetiapine/Seroquel daily, perhaps.
1710112/20140401a) All the colours of the Rainbow. April 1, 2014Posted by pete1844 in Diary.
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Fidal, 12th Baha, 171 BE Grace, Knowledge of Splendour Year number 18, Abha, (Most Luminous) Vahid number 9, Baha, (Splendour) Kull-i-Shay (Fullness of Time), number 1, Alif, (A), Tuesday, 1st April 2014 AD
Episode One, in which Captain Brown, who has the same body as Dr Fawn, is given the job by Colonel White, with Captain Scarlet to assist, of protecting the World President from a Mysteron threat. Captain Scarlet and Captain Brown are driving along in a Spectrum Passenger Car, and a Mysteron effect on the whole car is depicted as first a magenta light, then a blue light. The front nearside tyre explodes, the car crashes, and both Captains are killed, then replaced by Mysteron drones, pretending to be Spectrum agents but controlled by the Mysterons to carry out their threat.
Later Captain Brown is escorting the World President to a Maximum Security Building, but deep inside, his behaviour changes, the President realises something is wrong, and before Captain Brown explodes, demolishing the whole building, the President is whisked into an adjoining room, safe. It becomes clear that Captain Brown had been Mysteronised. Captain Scarlet is then suspected but too late. He kidnaps the President whilst flying him in a Spectrum Passenger Jet.
Later Captain Scarlet in a saloon car is being pursued by a Spectrum Pursuit Vehicle and is trapped into being at the top of the “London Car Vu” a tall car park at the top of a slender tower giving a view over miles of the surrounding landscape. In pursuit is Captain Blue in the SPV. At the top, a Spectrum helicopter fires its guns at Captain Blue rather than Captain Scarlet. The helicopter has been Mysteronised. Blue shoots Scarlet who falls hundreds of feet to his death. Blue rescues the President and takes him to safety in the SPV.
Scarlet recovers from his injuries due to Mysteron powers, but he regains his independence of thought, and his loyalty to the human race, to Spectrum, and loses the Mysteron control over his mind.
1710109/20140329a) Meine Lieblings! March 29, 2014Posted by pete1844 in Diary.
add a comment 16:26 GMT (Greenwich Mean Time) Jalal, 9th Baha, 171 BE Glory, Names of Splendour Year number 18, Abha, (Most Luminous) Vahid number 9, Baha, (Splendour) Kull-i-Shay (Fullness of Time), number 1, Alif, (A), Saturday, 29th March 2014 AD
Spent some of the day with a Muslim friend from Georgia, helping him with conversational English. Verbs amended by prepositions are a bit tricky. Listened, rapt to a Celtic duo called Der Celt touting their CDs and playing a guitar feverishly, accompanied by a singer with a flute like instrument also played furiously. Memories of Dublin at the turn of the year 2007 into 2008 amidst H No 4. More heady times. The spirit of Eire. Also with a trip to the Pitts Rivers Natural History Museum thrown in. My theory that the north pole with in Canada during the Ice Age was borne out by a global map at the beginning of the Holocene Era 11 thousand and a half years ago, with next to no ice over Siberia compared to masses over Canada and Western Europe. However “the authorities” seem reluctant to postulate a pole shift of 33 degrees or so about the time of the end of the Ice Age, unlike maverick renegades like Graham Hancock, in “Fingerprints of the Gods”, around that time, perhaps coinciding with Noah’s Flood. I am looking forward to seeing Russell Crowe in that lead role. I’m ignoring the anti-God rants of Bill Maher, together with all other angry militant new atheists, who seem to rule the mainstream airwaves. And later, when he left to attend a pre-arranged gym session, I bought 10 plastic hangers for my wardrobe, an ice cream, and printed off a list of the Oxford Electorate for the forthcoming annual election coming up next month. Amidst the dulcit tones of King Crimson from “Lizard” and “In the Wake of Poseidon” and “In the Court of the Crimson King”. Working on The Net is so much nicer with decent headphones through which to listen to fantastic music, as opposed to the tinny and small speakers which are my only outlet as yet for music from my laptop. Perhaps I should invest in some headphones that I can plug into my laptop. Now, its 16:43 on terminal 14, and I think I should break off, and cycle home for some food, more reading of The Writings, and perhaps some more King Crimson. Au revoir, meine lieblings!