Day: August 3, 2007

  • Spam-33 Aug 2007 23:07:23 +0900

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    More beautiful than anything in this world.
    What I have in my hands, these flowers, these shadows,
    How bittersweet it is, on winter’s night,
    When Arctic winds crack down from Canada
    Away, my songs, must we go
    Pealing, it tries to fill the cold night air
    One flash of eye, or blow one clarion-blast;
    Given by nature will soak into it.
    When Arctic winds crack down from Canada
    Toward the still dab of white that oscillates
    Dismal, endless plain
    That patch of white at the very end of the road
    Introduction by Vilhjalmur Stefansson
    At San Biagio, in the most intense room
    And Mère Chose’s square of world, even as they
    That neither the motionless farm couple trudging
    Wheezing ravens, when
    Against this sky no longer of our world.
    Brush the lone giant in that somber pall.

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    Sculpting each tree to fit your ghostly form
    I might have happily lived some other childhood.
    the old men burnish stories of Yaz and the Babe
    Green lilac buds appear that won’t survive
    By the design of our own silent eyes
    This gap in time, this season not their own,
    their bellies, they’re out cold, instantaneously
    Lucky the bell still full and deep of throat,
    Away, my songs, must we go
    The winged winds, captives of that age-old foe
    No name, no meaning. Oh my friends,
    Of meaning like these the world created by
    Like theirs ends? From what distant point of vision
    Chose to walk out of it, they’d have to pass
    The paths of childhood.
    Escapees from the cold work of living,
    That square Oh, 56 x 56
    Seems reflected in the infinite of the lamps.
    XV. The International Circumpolar Stations: The Greely Expedition

  • 20070803-Daily Diary

    20070803-Daily Thoughts

    Woke up 07:00AM to clouds of gray color.
    Blogged and read articles.

  • Spam-33 Aug 2007 26:39:44 +0900

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    Empty streets I come upon by chance,
    By the design of our own silent eyes
    What I have in my hands, these flowers, these shadows,
    Dismal, endless plain—
    XIV. Franz Josef Land: The Amazing Drift of the Tegetthoff
    Rise, to the muffled chime of churchbell choir.
    Summer bees were saying
    The winter road from the St. Simeon farm
    I might have happily lived some other childhood.
    VII. Hudson and His Strait; Baffin and His Bay
    Preface to the 1970 Edition
    So, startled, quivering,
    From which, thanks to symmetry,
    Or else, like us, sunk into some long gaze
    Snow haze gleams like sand.
    And all at once it is the meadow I walked in at ten,
    To mark that square, perhaps: were Mère and Père
    “Be off!” say Winter’s snows;
    This third day of our January thaw,

  • 20070802-Left Winking

    Photographs of aliens (of the extraterrestrial kind, the hollow earth or the deep ocean) and UFO’s may not always appear as some might expect. There have been many reports of these visitations by people from all walks of life. And despite our current video (and audio) technology, there has yet to be at least ONE CLEAR visual representation of these rare sightings. The shock by more disclosure of clearer images would be tremendous.

    There are alleged blurs of objects shaped like cigars, whales, saucers, disc, ribbons, orbs and all sorts of other geometric shapes. There are alleged groups ranging from draconians, reptoids, greys, hybrids, and cryptids to other kinds that are created by people with impressionable minds. What one person claims to have witnessed is better validated when in larger groups. And with lots other proof from different angles, each person would hopefully collaborate peacefully with each other and figure out how to handle these anomalous situations.

    For example, as my feeble brain would recall from about two years ago, I was watching ‘The Ninth Gate’ – a creepy 1999 movie by Roman Polanski about the main character (played by Johnny Depp), who goes on a bibliophilic adventure. In one scene after a murder of a high priestess by a guy with thick glasses, this unsmiling succubus Girl seemed to have winked at me with her left eye. Although her stare (or unblinking glare) was looking to the right of the screen as the book dealer left the scene to go after the crazed guy, I was surprised initially but not excited.

    For whatever reason, this particular show aired again several times on cable over the past few years and this week as a matter of fact. I viewed the same scene where this winking incident occurred and could not find anything similar after that first and only time of weirdness when I was home alone. I remembered thinking about left eyes popping out of the skulls of these entities as viewed on television then and expected something to happen this time around but nothing manifested. I was disappointed later but contemplative about this small detail.

    I have read an article online of how reptoids have a sense of humor. The left eye that winked at me had vertical, slit eyes of black color with flat, greenish color elsewhere. This viewing privilege may well be a small acknowledgement of the ability by these entities to transmit their thoughts electronically via televised programming. This happens to be another one of my subjective interpretation of what might have occurred in the past. To this day, I have only my memory and no other proof.

    People seem to expect proof to be presented immediately. But unfortunately, like my unexplained experience, the proof could not be provided due to the spontaneity of the incidences. The winking left eye incidence lasted approximately at least two to three seconds, by the way. If everyone had their cameras and videos available at all times, then there would be no need to speculate as to what anyone person might have seen at that moment. Anyone with a lawyer could copyright their material and make lots of money this way too.

    I’ve been told by one of my ‘fifth kind’ that our equipment would not be able to record these events clearly because these objects and groups do not vibrate within our third dimension. Basically, the main reason people are not able to capture these special moments on film or digitally is because our technology is, well, rather infantile. I’ve read many more online articles that indicate our knowledge is indeed quite infantile. In order to get anywhere up close and personal, we would need the appropriate gadgets, such as fiber optics, night vision and lasers, for example from higher dimensions. We would then be able to share these discoveries on the covers of well publicized periodicals or on the time slots of any sensationalistic media mongers.

    I believe that noone in the general public would ever see a clear photograph or video presentation of aliens or UFO’s. And this lack of ‘sufficient evidence’ is partly due to the way we behave and react to usual circumstances. Our fright and flight responses to uncomfortable stimuli would prevent us from standing our grounds and actually attempting to greet any visitor (friendly or not) from out of town (or space, I meant). I believe that people behind the guns and those with the lack of control with their itchy, trigger fingers would actually harm the contactees caught in the firing line as well as the visitors. On a side note, there are other ways to silence those with useful data of exposure to truth.

    Fear is what prevents lots of people from seeing the truth at the same time. Group thinking seems detrimental when noone substantiates what the other person alleges to have witnessed. Imagine a stampede of hysterical people elbowing each other for more room and space to run away, hide and take cover after the mass landing of space crafts of unknown origin. Noone wants the scariest opportunity to shit in their pants and go crazy afterwards. Noone would seem to care about each other’s expressed opinions either. My personal observation based on the dynamics of human behavior is better left on an individual basis for contact.

    Somehow, when each person has been exposed to what appears to be comparatively strange in a lifetime, there is less likelihood for these infants to go around telling someone else who has not encountered similar experiences. This following illustration is like telling a blind person the latest fad on designer clothes, a deaf person the popular music on satellite radio, or a genius the meaning of life. The personal revelations by each individual may be a good litmus test of how prepared the planet as a whole may be when the truth about aliens and UFO’s is finally revealed en masse. Perhaps, those crop circles are but small visual samples to those who do not believe in different intelligence.

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.