Well, I was hoping to sleep in this morning but Mom woke me up at 0515. After watching an almost three hours of a three part symphony at the San Jose Performing Arts: The Lord Of The Rings, I wide awake and ready to work hard for nothing.
At around 1930 into the performance, the movie mentioned the number 3434. It was the scene in which Gandalf was researching old manuscripts. At around 1913 into the performance, old Bilbo Baggins mentioned his birthday years of 111. That’s just numerical synchronicity for me.
There were other symbolic “gestures” unto moi, such as “fight bravely”, Frodo Baggins, Fellowship of Brothers.
Besides the incurious “signs” of synchronicity from and by TPTB and pals, who have obviously been “watching,” err, guiding my family and me since incarnation onto this hellish planet, I’d like to mention a few more notables.
In the movie’s ending credits, there was a “Featuring” actor snack dab in they middle of the credits scrolling up. I completely forgot who appeared and the general plot of the story since its copyright was the many slong years ago at 2001.
I was reeling when I saw the striking resemblance to my ex. Damn! I did grin widely from pleasant memories whenever I saw his face. His handsome human form is that of a fit baseball player. Snap!
I wonder if he has had connections with the entertainment industry besides having relatives in the sports, seriously. I know because the last names are the same and he admitted it to me. But the last name of the actor is on no relation. Duh!
Also, the beautiful typography was taken in Wellington, New Zealand. Those people are connected with a bunch of “giant” people with whom I’ve yet to meet within that same year of initial showing.
I would like to add that I was silently screaming the word “discrimination”! This was the scene in which the leader of the Orcs agreed to take the side of Sauron, the bad Masonic-influenced, one-eyed antagonist.
THEN, the process of initiating, err, preparing for battle, showed the misguided freak being packed on and painted with clay-coloured markings upon his face.
One was obviously a white-coloured hand print facing downward, partially covering his Masonic-influenced right eye. This reminded me of the Australian as aboriginals. The dude sported muddy, caked-on dreadlocks. This reminded me of Jamaicans or Africans.
So the fugly creep ends up killing my beloved’s doppelganger. In my mind’s imagination, I saw there was indeed a battle between the lower world of creatures and the upper field of humanz.
So I would take it that the white folks play the “good guys” while the above-mentioned minorities play the “bad guys”.
Overall, the music was moving. I saw two women crying. I don’t know if they were moved by the music and/or the death and dying scenes of that movie.
The four cellists in front of Dad and I were getting into the movements. I know now what sounds the cellos make like in movies. The French horn was used a lot. The two sopranos did well. I couldn’t move my noggin too much because this wasn’t a place for Gospel worshipping.
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