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170AiH03/20140228a) Flow My Tears, PC49 Said. February 28, 2014

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15:18 GMT (Greenwich Mean Time).

Istiqlal 3rd Ayyam-i-Ha, 170 BE
Independence, Beauty of the Days of Ha (Spirituality)
Year number 18, Abha, (Most Luminous)
Vahid number 9, Baha, (Splendour)
Kull-i-Shay (Fullness of Time), number 1, Alif, (A),
Friday, 28th February 2014 AD
 

So, here I am again, this time on terminal 13 at Westgate. Listening to Enigma’s “Seven Lives Many Faces” (2008), the last studio album, thetre being afterwards only compilations. So, why the title? Well, PC49 is the famous “The Laughing Policeman” single by Charles Penrose aka Charles Jolly, first recorded in 1922. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hI1nPd7hezM&feature=kp And then there is the title of the Philip K Dick novel, “Flow My Tears, the Policeman Said”, which I read a few years ago. The plot was that a woman in love with a TV personality, took a banned CIA drug to change his reality, so that he would be with her. The TV personality suddenly found that his TV career disappeared, a similar experience to the Martin Harris character played by Liam Neeson in “Unknown”. A policeman charged with figuring out what was happening, eventually worked out the reality of the situation but was not quick enough to prevent the side effects of the drug wreaking their deadly work on the woman who died, all remaining of her being her skeleton. A tragedy, which resulted in the novel’s title. A cautionary tale if ever there was one, warning us not to overstep the bounds of unrequited love.

Earlier, I’d been charged with the task of bringing a Georgian (Caucasus) Muslim guest, visiting England for 3 weeks to improve his English, on time to salat al-jumu’ah (Friday prayers) in Summertown. I messed up and we were late arriving, but we got there. Dr Taj was already into the first part of his khutbah (sermon) on Din (spiritual teaching). Then the Dunya wa Dola (World Affairs) on Israel, the UK and Australia, followed by salat (Prayers). The Din moved me to joy, passionately expressing aspects of the teachings of the Qur’an which mirrored so closely my own understanding of the Baha’i Teachings, the universality of the message of God to every community on Earth, from the Dreamtime spiritual tradition of the Australian aborigines to the Grand Ayatollahs of Iranian Shi’ah Islam. The Qur’an stating that a “warner” has been sent to every community on Earth. During the prayers at the end of the event, in which I did not participate, not being a Muslim but a Baha’i, I listened to the Arabic words used, gleaned from the Qur’an, the revealed Word of God. In visualising the act of prayer using the Word of God in the original language, my eyes filled up and overflowed. It was that feeling of a creature having that numinous feeling of being aware of and addressing a higher order of being, like a cat looking at a human being, and when the gaze is returned, the cat invariably turns his eyes away, as if having a downcast countenance, in the presence of The Lord God. So, in that prayerful state, bowed before the Creator, the tears flowed. And what is this Creator and what have been the signs of his handiwork in my life. He is the God who guided me through my life until I found Him first mentioned by name in a TM (Transendental Meditation) class, when I had asked, “What is your formula for success?” and the answer came back, “TM, Ai-Ki-Do, and The Baha’i Faith”. He is the God who inspired Gerry Anderson to provide me with a weekly spiritual class in morality, a world that encompassed me, my heart, my soul, my reality from 1961 to 1967. He is the God who arranged in 1992 for mw to have a hotel room in New York which, in the daylight, when the curtains were opened, faced the ESB (the Empire State Building), seemingly a statment from Baha’u’llah that He had not been with me through my life guiding me, since I first heard His name in 1974, but since the very beginning in 1955. He is the God who inspired Arthur C Clarke and Stanley Kubrick to produce arguably the best film ever in the whole world, “2001: A Space Odyssey” and whose message to me was that science, religion, drama, romance, beauty, are, in the realm of God’s Creation, integrated, intertwined, inextricably mixed up together in one ineffable, edifying, sublime experience of life. And it seems to me that it is this God who has explained His reality to the hearts, souls and understanding of the leaders of the world, so that they, aware of these facts and realities, of which most people are still unaware, resulting in their expressions of joy and happiness, which would be otherwise inexplicable. Mr Obama, Mr Cameron, Ms Merkel, have all exuded these expressions of joy. I hope that Mr Putin and Messrs Medvedev and Lavrov, will akso come to know these joys (perhaps they already do). It seems to me that the tears from the eyes of Mr Putin in his election victory speech, show that he, just as much as leader in the world, feels his job is to serve the entire human race, and that he is NOT in it for his ego. Just imagine how the world will change in the near future, with leaders getting together and thrashing out the Lesser Peace, when they have these wonderful spiritual susceptibilities of the heart for spiritual truths. T-4 minutes. T for Time Up and terminal 13 will no longer be available, unless there’s a gap in which I can log on as a New Guest! It is this God, manifest to me in Baha’u’llah Who is my God, and that reality infintely greater than me that makes my heart tender, my eyes fill up, my mouth smile with joy, fills my ears with Enigma music. Ya Baha’ul-Abha!

16:11, and as a New Guest, I have another 50 minutes here on terminal 13, this time with Enigma’s “Voyageur” from 2003. But what to write? Have I “run out of material” as Alexei Sayle said at the end of his last TV series, and found himself perhaps compelled to become a serious writer, rather than a hilarious comedian?

There is the matter of last night’s quotation. “You will have survived the ignominious behaviour of His foes when you were 5?” Perhaps this a bit sensitive, since I have no idea where is was from and what it really meant. I can only speculate, and speculation is not that useful. But, to quote Professor Emmett Brown, inventor of the flux capacity in a De Lorean, “What the hell”! When I was 5, in 1960, in November, we (my family) had lived some months in our new semi, at 12 Well Meadow Road, Shrewsbury, Shropshire. We had a large garden, and beyond the back fence were fields all the way back to the ring road and the Shelton Hotel. Dad had a large garage in which he could overhaul car engines, using a “block and tackle” to lift car engines out of their housings in the front of cars. My sister already born in 1958 in Kingston-on-Thames, my brother had been born in June in Copthorne Hospital, Shrewsbury. I remember, I would have been 4, my mum arriving with Dad and baby, David, from the hospital. Mum was holding him wrapped up in a blanket, asleep. I wanted a peek at my new brother, and to start the process of relating to him. My intentions were honourable, but those intentions were immediately soured as I was told to keep away and not wake him up. So, I was 5 in November, 5 months after David arrived. So, what ignominious behaviour was I to survive over the following year? I can’t remember. Maybe the memory is locked up in my sub-conscious but I can’t get access to it, since, to quote hypnotherapist Peter McGhie from Belsize Park, London, now Brighton, “Part” would not enlighten him, and would also not allow me, “Parnie” to know anything about it either. Anyway, whatever ignominious behaviour I experienced, I HAVE survived, 53 years later, and am thriving, it seems to me, even if I have to take 600 mgs of a big pharma drug, Quetiapine, sometimes branded as Seroquel, daily, spaced out to be taken 6 times during the day.

When we first arrived at 12 Well Meadow Road, there was in the back room, with its parquet flooring, a “sideboard”, a large wooden cupboard. And as soon as entered the room with this sideboard, I found under it, two Matchbox Toys, a No 47 Trojan Van, bright red, with the green symbol of PG Tips tea, decalled on the side, and a No 66 bright yellow Citroen DS19. Both models were quite early, neither having been granted plastic windows which became de rigeur for Matchbox Toys soon afterwards. I also remember there being a toy-box in the “cupboard under the stairs”, containing amongst other things a large red plastic “dump truck”. Which reminds me of a dream. It was at night, street lights glaring their lurid Sodium yellow light. On my left was an estate car, pointing to the left, full to the gunnells with luggage and baggage, and setting up, apparently leaving, moving home, with Steve and Becky. And in front of me, pointing to the right, was a dump truck, full to the gunnells with Baha’is, including Mahsa, setting off next. And I ran to try to catch up with them as they were moving off, but, anxious that I would never be able to match their speed, though running as fast as I could, the dream ended.

T-24. I wonder if Facebook has anything of interest. With the poster captioned “As Knowledge increases, Wonder deepens” Chales Morgan.

Pete Baldwin shared Exposing The Truth‘s photo.   “All these states are to be witnessed in the Valley of Wonderment, and the traveler at 34 every moment seeketh for more, and is not wearied. Thus the Lord of the First and the Last in setting forth the grades of contemplation, and expressing wonderment hath said: “O Lord, increase my astonishment at Thee!”   (Baha’u’llah, The Seven Valleys, p. 33). In ‘The Seven Valleys’ Bahá’u’lláh is showing us that the realm of God is simply the paradise of total unity, where man becomes one with the all, which is true reality. This is the proof that our present state is chaos; but we do have the means to change matters.Yes, to me this numinous feeling of “being at one with all” is fostered for me by such expressions of ineffable beauty as “2001: A Space Odyssey” (1968), Project Apollo putting men on The Moon, and of course, looking up at the night sky, especially in the winter, with several first magitude stars clearly visible in the northern hemisphere, Sirius, Procyon, Rigel, Betelgeuse, Castor, Pollux, Aldebaran and Capella. And at the moment, within the monolith-shaped rectangle that is Gemini, with Castor and Pollux at the left hand end, is the planet Jupiter, the most massive, most attractive planet in the Solar System, a “gas giant”, with a several hundred year storm showing as “The Great Red Spot”, with a massive magnetic field, massive electrical storms, many different “cells” of weather, maybe 12? producing different bands of different colours, parallel with its equator, and 4 large moons, visible to us on Earth, with a modest telescope, Io, Europa, Ganymede and Callisto. And Europa, having a water-ice crust, which cracks and splits before re-freezing, has water geysers spouting 200 kilometres into space, and has, it is thought, oceans of liquid water under its crust, perhaps sporting life as we know it, Jim! As shown in the sequel to “2001”, “2010: The Year We Make Contact” also written by Arthur C Clarke, but directed by Peter Hyams with a much smaller budget in 1984.

I’d like to make the formatting of the above paragraph to conform to this one, but I don’t know how.

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170AiH02/20140227b) Running a Tight Ship. February 27, 2014

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16:10 GMT (Greenwich Mean Time).

Istijlal 2nd Ayyam-i-Ha, 170 BE
Majesty, Glory of the Days of Ha (Spirituality)
Year number 18, Abha, (Most Luminous)
Vahid number 9, Baha, (Splendour)
Kull-i-Shay (Fullness of Time), number 1, Alif, (A),
Thursday, 27th February 2014 AD
 

So, the pendulum of optimism and pessinism continues to swing to and fro like a boom bust economy, and the ship is still afloat and still moving forward, albeit the crew on the bridge finds itself flung from one side to the other, like Kirk’s Enterprise when attacked by marauding Klingons, Romulans or whoever. Last night’s slight wilful pride, a throwback from yesteryear, when survival depended on pretending to be a serville slave, whilst secretly an insubordinate bastard to everyone in authority except the Creator of the Cosmos, was replaced by reading the Writings last night and this morning, with an unbounded confidence and optimism that seems with hindsight just a tad hypomanic. And now, what, after a day of productive activity?

First a call to get me going, after a spell back in bed being lazy. Up and out, the GUR (Getting Up Routine) followed like clockwork as if by an inspired and loyal crew on a tight ship. Then after replenishing my wallet at the Clock-Tower in the centre of the village, checking at NOA for a mislaid item (await a call on my mobile), and then 10 minutes early, and time for a Boost, before meeting with an honoured guest from The Caucasus to practice English with him over a Turkish panini, and amidst the conversational English, a run down on Obligatory prayers, the last of the rasul but not the last of the nabi, or is it the other way around and Mashriqu’l-Adhkars, all 9 of them, plus 2 plus 5 = 16 of them (including Ishqabad, confiscated, damaged by earthquake, demolished under the aegis of the Soviet Empire).

And now this, after asking for permission to attend a DM/SC. It seems social situations can have a powerful affect on “the ship”. When all systems are working well, when the gremlins, inherent in the ship’s flawed design, or in the crew’s flawed psychology, or in the form of formidable foes targetting essential technology on the ship, are not causing problems, then the ship can accelerate to a break-neck speed, without turbulence towards the intended destination, the crew working as one man, the foes kept at bay, the look-out keenly watching for signs of trouble to be avoided, risks assessed, all factors weighed in the balance, and the executive orders given. With 58 years of the ship’s mission passed, with many mission objectives missed, with time being short, to salvage and achieve as many mission objectives as possible in the limited time left, time is of the essence, and must not be squandered.

Nav Com, on the bridge, (between Oxford and Kidlington is a or is it THE bridge, which sometimes sports thought provoking works of art- more about this later) is a computer system with alien technology, able to communicate with this ship’s Starfleet Command, not mere fallible humans in San Francisco, but something, or beings, far more advanced. Trans-dimensional technology, to communicate with the beings, who, like Greek Gods overseeing the exploits of Jason and his Argonauts, oversee this ship’s mission, referred to most often as “the Concourse on High”, beings in touch with the Divine Manifestations, Baha’u’llah, The Bab, Muhammad, Jesus Christ, Moses, Abraham, Noah, Adam, Zoroaster, Krishna, Buddha, Lao Tse, Kung-Fu Tse, and all the others. Nav Com keeps the ship on course, and its read-outs are read, not by me, untrained in such alien tech, but by my soul, my anima, a willowy blonde called Nicola, or is it in reality……? As ‘Abdu’l-Baha said, Eve is Adam’s soul. And my soul, operating Nav Com, communicates with me, but how? By telepathy, since there is as yet no physical communication allowed for the moment, and this telepathy, subject to error and misunderstanding, despite being inspired, it is believed, by he Concourse on High, seems highly effective, and Klingons and Romulans notwithstanding, the ship works well, via Nav Com, and is making good time. All the setbacks of the past, all the disabilities and damage the ship was made to sustain, in the course of its first 58 years, seems, despite the opportunities lost for ever, a source of wisdom, understanding, experience, which with hindsight, seems a precious gift, since of Starfleet’s huge and growing fleet, THIS ship has obtained very advanced alien tech, very competent and experienced crew, and as a whole team, very great capabilities in serving the needs of Starfleet and the goals set for it by the Divine Physician.

I made a mistake in accessing You Tube. I tried signing in and have forgotten my password, and since Yahoo doesn’t work in this library, could not update my password. With only 14 minutes left of the hour, I remembered that You Tube can be accessed without signing in, so having done this, I’m now listening to Enigma’s “Love Sensuality Devvotion” full album. I wonder what year it is from? “I don’t believe it!” 2001! So more splurge about the unique beauty and power of Jupiter threatens to flow out like porridge from a magic porridge pot?

Jupiter, and Pioneer! And Pioneer, like Voyager becoming V’jer in “Star Trek: The Movie” (1979) by updates from alien tech, becomes P’er, or in French, as Steve loves to call me, “Pierre”. So, this P’er returning from an alien world with alien tech installed, returns to Jupiter, to its Creator, but are P’er’s outdated radio transmissions intelligible to Jupiter in this present day and age. Only time will tell.

Here still, at Westgate terminal 19 at 17:16, an hour as me, and starting another hour as a new guest, with “Love Sensuality Devvvvotion” by Enigma, trying to buy from Amazon, a book my Charles Freeman, “A New History of Early Christianity”, to add to my books on Christian history, already comprising a book I read all the way through called, “When Jesus Became God: The Struggle to Define Christianity in the Last Days of Rome” by Richard E Rubenstein and Michelle Brook about the Athanasians versus the Arians and the resulting Council of Nicea, the Trinity invented by Basil the Great of Anatolia, and Constantine the Great in the 300s, the 4th century. Done for £11.49 minus a £5.00 discount for procuring a credit card, which I shall not use.

So, 26 minutes left until 18:00, and a tasty snack (can I resist McD’s?) but if attendance at the DM?SC is not confirmed, what are my options on this Thursday evening, when the idea of staying in to eat and watch Star Trek: Enterprise doesn’t appeal? There’s a talk at Oxford Brookes in Botley about the Equality of Men and Women in Iran, but that started at 17:00. There’s a Kidlington Art Group session painting in the entrance hall of the KBC (Kidlington Baptist Church) starting at 19:00. That’s still a possibility. When the ship is going full pelt at warp 9.5, the idea of slowing down is not at all appealing. Perhaps a reading of The Writings from 19:30 to 22:00. THAT would be very exciting and appealing. Maybe that is the way forward, assuming I don’t get a text to go to Littlemore for the DM/SC. Its a pity Yahoo and Google are not available on here. There’s a limit to what I can do here that is interesting and useful, after an hour and 40 minutes. Just received the text for a go on Littlemore! Looks like warp 9.5 will be the order of the day, until about 02:00 perhaps. “Right you are Captain!” “Thank you Chekov, steady as she goes!” Its nice to be back in the world of Starfleet Command with “The United Federation of Planets” instead of the accursed “Terran Empire”! Its difficult not to love Kirk! He has such an overacted charm. I enjoyed “Mirror, Mirror” last night on DVD, and Kirk was marvellous, though the Enterprise version with Archer instead of Kirk, “In a Mirror darkly, Parts 1 and 2” was deeper, darker, more realistic, more violent, more throughly thought out, and more disturbing. To create an Earth in which the “United Federation of Planets” can emerge is so important, to avoid the dark future of an evil “Terran Empire”. I must read Arthur C Clarke’s “Imperial Earth” again. So “anything can happen in the next half hour” before its neccessary to gun the P’er to Littlemore. Au revoir, readers!

18:09, Not so fast, pop-pickers, (Ref: Alan “Fluff” Freeman) I still have 35 more minutes as another new guest, and just 20 minutes before I have to leave space-dock for Littlemore, so 20 more minutes, here at terminal 19, Westgate Earth Orbital Space-Port (WEOSP), not quite the World Aquanaut Security Patrol (WASP)! This Enigma is wonderful. Just ordered, to supplement “1990 AD”, “The Screen Behind the Mirror” (2000), “Voyageur” (2003), “Seven Lives, Many Faces” (2008). They’re German, a more modern version of “Kraftwerk” perhaps.

T (take-off?) minus 6 minutes. I now wish I had an i-phone or is it i-pod, to listen to Enigma all the way to Littlemore. THAT would be extremely pleasant, though unconscionably dangerous and irresponsible, like cycling without a bicycle helmet! I wonder how much as that “wired for sound” mobile music technology costs? All I have at the moment apart from these really cheap but amazing sounding headphones at public libraries, are 4 very small loudspeakers on my laptop, which tough adequate, after using these library headphones, leave MUCH to be desired! Its like the prospect of going back to Warburton’s sliced wholemeal after experiencing the sensual luxury of Sainsbury’s baked in-house wholemeal. 18:28, T – 2, time to go.

02:26, After getting back home, I remembered a sentence uttered during the Book 4 SC, “You will have survived the ignominious behaviour of His foes when you were 5?” Interesting, quite interesting! When home I watched STE 420 “Demons” about zenophobic humans, a group called “Terra Prime” becoming terrorists in their quest for the purity of the human race excluding anything to do with aliens (non-human species). Tomorrow’s episode “Terra Prime” concludes this story. Little do they, Terra Prime, realise that the human race is a race of hybrids, part Earth DNA, part extra-terrestrial DNA!  And then it was time for bed.

170AiH02/20140227a) Sitting Pretty. February 27, 2014

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12:51 GMT (Greenwich Mean Time).

Istijlal 2nd Ayyam-i-Ha, 170 BE
Majesty, Glory of the Days of Ha (Spirituality)
Year number 18, Abha, (Most Luminous)
Vahid number 9, Baha, (Splendour)
Kull-i-Shay (Fullness of Time), number 1, Alif, (A),
Thursday, 27th February 2014 AD.
 

Occasionally someone might sit next to you, who has a figure to die for, and their animal magnetism is so palpable, that its like sitting next to a very powerful, highly charged Van der Graaf generator. But memory might take you back to the time when you got to sit next to someone who seemed to be so highly charged that it was like sitting next to the planet Jupiter, and who had tutored you in Book 5 so effectively that it had become plain as day that this person is truly a maidservant of Baha, and your heart had therefore fallen so deeply, truly and insanely in love with her, that the dominating passion of your life had become a craving to throw your life, martyred, at her feet just to proclaim to all the world that this truly is a maidservant of Baha. “And when the fire of love is ablaze, it burneth to ashes, the harvest of reason”, and again, “a man has to abound in sanity to merit the madness of love”.

170AiH01/20140226a) Mystified is Good but Pistified is bad. February 26, 2014

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17:16 GMT (Greenwich Mean Time).

‘Idal, 1st Ayyam-i-Ha, 170 BE
Justice, Baha of Dominion
Year number 18, Abha, (Most Luminous)
Vahid number 9, Baha, (Splendour)
Kull-i-Shay (Fullness of Time), number 1, Alif, (A),
Wednesday, 26th February 2014 AD.
 

Mystified is good, I’m told. So sit back and enjoy the ride. Try not to think too much about that intrinsic Scorpio pre-occupation, “security”, and just do what you do best, flying by the seat of your pants, with a hood over your head, at night, without instruments, and with the cockpit canopy painted in a thick coat of matt black paint. Just think of yourself in a night fighter, like a Boulton-Paul Defiant, with an R2D2 sitting behind you taking care of business! But what IS the destination? The destination is to avoid crashing, avoid stopping (which means the same, crashing), avoid burning out the dilithium crystals in your propeller internal combustion engine, and rely on R2D2 to “take care of business”. Simples! Crazy? Well, THAT depends on your definition of crazy. Mad? Psychotic? Out of touch with reality? Define reality! Normal? No normal is definitely crazy!

So, picked up by bike from the menders at 15:00. Indulged in some Ronnie McDonald. Still had an hour or so. Came here to Westgate on terminal 20, listening to Enigma’s LP, “MCMXC a.D.” 1000 plus 900 plus 90 equals 1990. Will attend later at 18:00 an Ayyam-i-Ha pot-luck followed by a DM/G, via M and S for some plonk, or maybe Castle News, since that is in the right direction. Enigma’s “1990” is very good to listen to on earphones, whilst typing in town. Just as good if not better than The Crimson King’s “Prince Rupert Awakes”.

I wonder what a “pork pie hat” looks like. I picked up Brian’s hat between McD’s and Westgate which he left at Georgina’s Cafe in the Covered Market the other day. It reminds me of a rhyme, the title music to an “Alexei Sayle Show” in which he dresses in a tight light gray suit, with the sleeves and legs trimmed in length and wearing a pork pie hat, perhaps. “Who’s an ugly bastard, and as fat as he can be? A L E, X E I, S A Y L E!” And how about, “Ullo, John, gotta new mo’a?” After Georgina’s and before Westgate, I popped into the new slimmed down version of Ryman’s stationers in Queen Street, and bought a cheap (£1.49) natural buff coloured Lever Arch file for all my MECO notes, since an ordinary ring binder is no longer big enough. Of course, there’s another candidate, a bit more flattering physically than Alexei for wearing a pork pie hat, and that Sean Connery in the first few Bond films, in the opening credits. “Dr No”, definitely. Maybe “From Russia with Love”. Less likely “Goldfinger”, and if in “Thunderball”, I would be VERY surprised.

17:37. What other trivia can I dredge up from my mountain of useful information? McD’s cost me 99p for a tub of vanilla ice cream, and £5.78 for a medium meal of a Quarter-pounder with cheese, chips (I refuse to say fries), a banana milk shake, 2 small tubs of tomato sauce (I refuse to say ketchup), and in addition to the meal, an apple pie.

Oh, and before to came out to pick up my bike in Summertown, I watched episode 418 of Star Trek: Enterprise called “In a Mirror, Darkly. Part 1” which was a sequel or prequel to Star Trek (The Original Series) season 2’s episode “Mirror, Mirror”. It’s all about a reflection of reality, darker than the first appearance, such as seeing the First Foundation by Issac Asimov as most people do, but on reflection, becoming aware of the Second Foundation. And the Second Foundation appears darker than the First. And this darker reflection, no less real than the one most of mankind is aware of, is represented by only 3 episodes of Star Trek, in a career spanning the years from 1966 to 2005 or so. I now see myself as “a man of two visions”, both perceptions real, with precious little to reconcile the contradictions and inconsistencies between them. It’s as though The Baha’i Faith has a strong policy of appearing to recognise only the First Foundation, and if any Baha’is like me since 2007 become aware of the Second Foundation, we will find, that no other Baha’is will deign utter a word in recognition that the Second Foundation exists, even though they may be more aware of its reality than me. How mystifying!

00:58. Watched “In a Mirror Darkly Part 2” and “Mirror, Mirror” before this. On the way back from the DM/G, I felt negative, “I will never surrender”, and “Dust to dust, ashes to ashes, soul as a stone to hell. I came into this world with nothing and will go out of it with nothing” As perceived some time before, no salvation or redemption accepted by me. And why? Just ego and pride. Not a very good reason, to throw everything away. And why would I bring myself down to poverty? Its just a replaying of childhood defiance in the face of systematic emotional abuse from Dad.

1701807/20140213a) Swim, swim, swim. February 13, 2014

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23:47 GMT (Greenwich Mean Time).
Istijlal, 7th (Kalimat) Mulk, 170 BE
Majesty, Words of Dominion
Year number 18, Abha, (Most Luminous)
Vahid number 9, Baha, (Splendour)
Kull-i-Shay (Fullness of Time), number 1, Alif, (A),
Thursday, 13th February 2014 AD.
 

Today, 14:00 to 15:12, 72 minutes. 56 lengths at Ferry Pool, average 1 minute 17 seconds per length. Hopefully, that will have burnt a few calories of excess blubber. A nice sense of feeling satisfied at achieving some progress. Especially since this was the first swim for quite a long time. All in a mission impossible to try to get a svelt slim body for that special person who is the object of my affection, especially tomorrow.

1701806/20140212a) Today’s Vote in the Triumvirate. February 12, 2014

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15:42 GMT (Greenwich Mean Time).
‘Idal, 6th (Rahmat) Mulk, 170 BE
Justice, Mercy of Dominion
Year number 18, Abha, (Most Luminous)
Vahid number 9, Baha, (Splendour)
Kull-i-Shay (Fullness of Time), number 1, Alif, (A),
Wednesday, 12th February 2014 AD.

“This House decides to attend tonight’s DM/G”. Partie voted Yes. Parnie voted No. Parchie abstained. In this tie of 1 versus 1, Partie wins, since he has an edge in an equal vote. This is because, although Partie is not present in day to day affairs in life, as Parnie is, his vote has more clout, since it is he who has a direct hot-line to Nav Com, and therefore the CoH, as well as a close consultative role with Nicola, the soul or anima. Therefore although most of the time not present in the day to day running of life, to which Parnie is the Captain, the Exec, its Partie who has more authoritative. A bit like Starfleet Command’s authority on Kirk’s Enterprise. Not present but through Uhuru, can outrank anything Kirk may decide. Simples.

1701805/20140211a) Taking the biscuit, in a good way. February 11, 2014

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08:37 GMT (Greenwich Mean Time).
Fidal, 5th (Nur) Mulk, 170 BE
Grace, Light of Dominion
Year number 18, Abha, (Most Luminous)
Vahid number 9, Baha, (Splendour)
Kull-i-Shay (Fullness of Time), number 1, Alif, (A),
Tuesday, 11th February 2014 AD.
 

I just dreamt that I was looking at a photograph album of a Gerry Anderson project, pictures taken behind the scenes. There were a number of people present, possibly all girls or women. I saw one picture with you in it, aged about 10, sitting back, looking off to the right. I said, “_____, its you! Were you working with Rita Bartlett on “Captain Scarlet”?” You came over to where I was sitting or lying back on a sort of couch. You sat or lay down next to me, our two bodies fitting together perfectly, touching down the length of our bodies. You put my right hand deliberately on your right thigh, and started looking at the photograph album with me. Then the next item on the Gerry Anderson project agenda was to make some dessert, and a bunch of recipes and cook books materialised. We saw a recipe for baking biscuits with a hard sweet pink and yellow frosting, and you chose that for our next project, a sweet just desert and happy hard dessert.

I woke up and wondered how old you were in the time of making “Captain Scarlet” in 1966, before it aired on ATV from 1967 to 1968. I was 7 to 9 years before you were born. I felt yet again very much in love with you. I decided to find out what Gerry Anderson programme was airing in 1985 when you were 10, “Terrahawks”, perhaps. Terrahawks, was aired between 9th October 1983 and 26thJuly 1986, autumn 1983, autumn 1984 and summer 1986. In 1985 there were just 2 appearances of Gerry on ATV UK TV, one episode of “Dick Spanner” and an advert for the Royal Bank of Scotland called “Shoes”. Ref: “The Complete Gerry Anderson The Authorised Episode Guide” by Chris Bentley.

 

1701801/20140207a) EBO3 February 7, 2014

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12:45 GMT (Greenwich Mean Time).
Istiqlal, 1st (Baha) Mulk, 170 BE
Independence, Splendour of Dominion
Year number 18, Abha, (Most Luminous)
Vahid number 9, Baha, (Splendour)
Kull-i-Shay (Fullness of Time), number 1, Alif, (A),
Friday, 7th February 2014 AD.

 

Whether to clear the soul/brain interface of pernicious memes, either from the keenly bloodthirsty enemy without with its weapons of very sharp and pointed psy ops, or from the hypocritical macjinations from the black-hearted foes within, chanting the Greatest Name of God 95 daily to a pleasing tune, (why not Gyenyame’s?) is very often an excellent debugger, defragler and viral meme neautraliser.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f-x1FsvOAz4

What, Facebook, no thumbnail for Gyenyame? Shame on you!

And if I want to travel, say to my favourite destination, Jupiter, then what better than to “go into alpha” from mundane beta, trigger a healthy dose of DMT from my pineal gland, pin back my lugholes, and stick on the DVD of “2001: A Space Odyssey”. It might be a long and winding road to Jupiter, via initial divine sentience as a Cro-Magnon tribesperson before genetic updating in Eden, near Mount Hermon, via TMA1 on the Moon, but eventually Jupiter is there, with the mystic choral music from the Concourse on High, the final destination, with the Manifestation in attendance to facilitate further travel in terms of spiritual transformation, and ALL without leaving the ergonomic comfort of my own office chair, in easy reach of both laptop and fairly wide screen HD TV screen, for watching all the action in Jupiter space, in alpha, and therefore with all disbelief suspended, simples!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f-x1FsvOAz4

What, Facebook, no thumbnail again? Facebook, you should ashamed of yourself.

Okay, be like that, I’ll just use the emergency airlock, on WordPress!

1701718/20140205a) Peace and Quiet Calm. February 5, 2014

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23:05 GMT (Greenwich Mean Time).
‘Idal, 18th (Mulk) Sultan, 170 BE
Justice, Dominion of Sovereignty
Year number 18, Abha, (Most Luminous)
Vahid number 9, Baha, (Splendour)
Kull-i-Shay (Fullness of Time), number 1, Alif, (A),
Wednesday, 5th February 2014 AD.
 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WLr8ZvgURg0 “Ex-CIA agent Robert David Steele tells bloggers to self-organise to expose the evildoing of the elite, quite rightly describes central banking as an “evil cancer”, and suggests that Lincoln and Kennedy were both assassinated because they planned on printing their own money instead of enslaving a nation to the bankers. If you bloggers self-organise and attach yourselves like leeches to specific issues, corporations, organisations, challenges, whatever, you will be the intelligence minutemen of this century. The power is in your hands. There aren’t enough guns to kill us all and Halliburton can’t build the jails fast enough to keep us down.”

So, I’m voluntarily enforcing solitary confinement, to avoid social interactions which tend to bring me down, undermine my confidence, destroy my spirituality, burn my hope to ashes. I’m freezing everybody out, so that the individual inside me can start to breathe again. No, going out to social situations, except buying groceries, servicing my bike, and attending NHS appointments. For example, in my local neighbourhood, in my street, when I moved in in May, I got to chat to a few people. Nowadays, every seems to stay indoors, and there are practically no opportunities to talk to any of my neighbours, and no cues to suggest they want to talk to me. I wonder if there’s been any backbiting against me. I wonder if, when one neighbour saw my picture of ‘Abdu’l-Baha through my window, they deduced that since He wears a turban, I hate everything about the west. At any rate, there are no connections with my neighbours, and no sign the situation is going to change. And I’ve stopped visiting anyone, stopped accepting invitations, with virtually all the groups I’ve had dealings with, and don’t intend to change this policy anytime soon. As a result I feel a quiet peace and calm in my life again, with a sneaking suspicion that maybe soon, I’ll start reading the Baha’i Writings again.