She signed her cheques "Alicia"
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Posted:Dec 30, 2023 5:34 pm
Last Updated:Dec 31, 2023 12:34 pm 6719 Views
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but we knew her as Jody.
I seemed to remember that dream mentioned the movie "Contact" and I saw it on the tv guide and decided to have a look.
A distant recollection of that movie being talked about on morning TV came back and the reference was made to the work of Jill Tarter and I got a laugh out of that as a fanciful and kind of like obsession with finding out about the universe.
It would be a relatively short obsession before other more practical devices would take over and even the question asked about what the Universe was up to grew with more discoveries and the threats biology would be facing.
Personally it was that certain triggers drew my attention to what I must know, for some role I had in the future.
I knew about the future too and it seemed as certain as any reality is that I'd be playing my part.
The name Carl Sagan too leapt off the page demanding to be looked into.
I was thinking that all the information was being accrued but no-one had been able to join the dots correctly.
That's where I came in and my bipolar perspective that allowed me to watch what my mind was turning out like watching a movie.
I should explain that it was the insufferable boredom of school that made me turn off from reality and I'd slipped into an alter consciousness that was way more interesting.
I remember only filling out the first page of my books and the class didn't know how to take me. And I remember one test where I got everything right because it was multiple choice and I was designed for that.
I read the thought of the one who wrote the test and even shared their laughs and joy the felt when they scratched their bum.
In fact if I read anything at all I immediately got stuck in the authors ways and trifling thoughts whether they were alive or dead, it didn't matter.
And objects too, all had a voice.
But back to the movie and I stopped it when a poignant moment arrived and it was when"Jill" was all alone with the machine she'd dreamed off and switched in on and just using her laptop hastily exposed her ears to it.
She'd had some previous experience with inferior devices but now she was anxious to see what she'd gained.
We hear a brief signal that is short and we're reminded of a real event perhaps where that had happened.
Once we found out about black holes too, that possibly litter our galaxy and stray to capture other star systems we can imagine a threat that that has a mathematical certainty about it and would involve a world to forget their trifles and indifferences to focus on building an ark that was capable of the escape velocity or weightlessness needed to escape that grasping fiend.
We're lucky we didn't meet one ourselves.
Only rare and few Solar systems get as far as ours.
So it would be a fast paced strive for technological advancement to quickly understand "how things work" and the results from atom smashers would perhaps point the way.
Give an understanding of particles that seemed to work freely with the influence of gravity affecting them.
So we've already taken the first steps before any threat to us is known about.
Of course there are many threats and we have collisions, nearby star explosions that could denude the planet of its atmosphere and threats from within too with apocalyptic scenarios playing out.
So taking that further we may ask ourselves what it is or was that made aliens travel here.
Something like in excess of two thirds of people believe aliens are here at the moment.
Given the immensity of time involved they probably got here in our distant past.
Recovered spaceships and hinted at some of them being ancient and some freed from archaic rocks.
Oh we also have something fascination to me in that structure shown in the movie like gimbal rings which looks very appropriate when trying to imagine what the mechanism looked like it those balls recorded that were approached and documented.
But how do they work? Maybe in such a way that confuses the electo-magnetic or gravitational forces that abound it.
But the latest speculation is it must have something to do with time manipulation to allow for that beyond like speed movement.
For the crafts inhabitants they do not feel and sort of motion.
So getting back to the movie contact, possibly the inhabitants on another world sent out a distress signal asking anyone who could be listening in to help them build their machine.
Something that is believable too and where the movie falls down as too far fetched.
But didn't ancient Egyptians speculate about a souls interstellar journey.
Did aliens educate them about that as well as providing for moving huge pieces of stone?
So yes I give the movie a tick even for just providing that poignant moment in that wonderful looking landscape away from distracting EMF's.
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Diamonds could be forever!
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Posted:Dec 29, 2023 6:18 pm
Last Updated:Dec 29, 2023 9:32 pm 7020 Views
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I think a ruby would be nice ! Blood diamonds like in that movie are a dirty business. A customer suggested a ruby would be nice..... to finish off her piece. Where the fuck do I get a ruby !!!!!!! 
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Two idiots steal a baby !
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Posted:Dec 28, 2023 3:11 pm
Last Updated:Dec 29, 2023 2:56 am 7785 Views
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I thought I'd do my movie review as promised. "Don't tell mom the babysitters dead" and I quickly feared the worst , but somehow as corny as the whole thing is it had a sense of the phoney 90's about it and it was like being taken back in time and gives a snapshot of life back then.
It was kind of funny and had a nice feeling about it like the way vinyl records have come back.
I love that too.
It's amazing that two idiots could have a baby that found a niche in an unwelcoming world.
That niche being music.
After a torrid time being at the mercy of the two idiots I had a choice on whether to continue and somehow provide for my own "restoration" or be involved in destructive practices.
The aboriginal told me not to swim there as big crocs left their slides on the banks but I did.
I loved their shocked expressions and dire warnings.
There was so many things I didn't understand.
My death wish led me to scaling cliffs and I found a Honald like 'couldn't give a damn' and just enjoy the rush if things get difficult.
It felt like playing racket ball with the creator, whom gave me a feeling of indestructibility.
That I'd be protected till I'd completed my task.
Then there'd be no use for me.
I wondered what it was that fondled and protected idiots like me, and the mechanism that 'stifled' their development.
By brain size the idiots looked the same but some sort of biological mechanism was holding them back.
The local mechanic is always quick to blame the 'lazy' electrons when circuits misbehave.
Electrons are the laziest cunts of things ever he'd explain.
You know computer chip circuits and put onto a substrate and you don't even see them. "It's there I can assure you" the technician explained, showing the face of the silicone chip that looked the same as before but with with a complex circuit on it.
Electronics had a way of enticing some in and a school friend understood it and he took me to a nerdy house and the wall of his house was wired and there was warnings about the lethal voltage it contained.
So nerdy k!ds were real and I remember an electronics type who cut his teeth repairing radios made a business out of getting k!ds involved in electronics.
One book had a young g!rl on the cover twiddling with something she'd made, maybe a simple radio or crystal set.
Crystal sets belonged to an earlier age , my fathers childhood.
Anyway I wondered about neural networks and what the difference was between a student who excelled and the one who didn't.
Hereditary you might think but some who'd had a brain injury got a surprising gift from that.
One a maths genius.
So I'm missing the point of what I'm trying to conclude that some function is at play here that' keeping you stupid for a reason. Like the many other ways we're being mislead.
Love and infatuation and mind slewing drugs produced by the body' pulling the wool' to get us to play the game.
Some got onto that early too and I was invited to partake in their secret sect!
This was way before the MGTOW phenomena.
A group of nerdy boys had figured out how vulnerable they were and they partook in secret ceremonies , to even the score.
I went to see what they were on about and they had a poor boy tied up with him drawn up bu the balls with another with a whip in his hand to flay his cock so it would become unusable and of no interest to the domineering fems.
It looked ridiculous and I was ready to bolt but they proved they were serious by displaying their own obscure meats, that had been 'dealt with' .
As time went on I found that boys were complaining about disfiguring diseases they'd picked up from not using condoms.
They'd claim you're not a real man till you've had the 'pox'.
I realized how much I hated civilization.
Oh my idiot parents picked up the wrong baby at the maternity ward and I wondered about my real brother that I'd perhaps never met.
There's a story on utube about a woman with triplets.
The husband got pissed when paternity tests proved they weren't his.
After separating, a long time after she cottoned on to another scenario that they weren't her either.
She'd taken home the wrong triplets!!!! OMG !!!!
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It's true !
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Posted:Dec 25, 2023 8:34 pm
Last Updated:Dec 26, 2023 11:53 am 7329 Views
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It's Christmas !
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Are you a "Wet roader"?
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Posted:Dec 23, 2023 12:39 pm
Last Updated:Dec 25, 2023 12:16 pm 7388 Views
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There's a growing amount of charcoal grey cars with blackened windows and slight sheen , the same sheen you see on a wet blacktop.
The Toyota and I were "gassing up" and on the way out I missed seeing the charcoal grey 4wd coming in and her window was open and she came to a stop with a questioning look on her face and I just said "sorry I didn't see ya!'.
Really I could have done a lot better, "get off the road you "Wet roader!!!!!"".
No that's not quite right.
Besides I'm glad we've ditched white as being the most popular car color as they frankly make me want to "chuck!!"
"Your white car makes me want to spew maam !!"
Thoughts of Bundy always come back when I'm in a mood to insult.
But wait those "wet roaders" remind me of the nightrider.
How does spitting out "you're a nightrider" sound, to tell the world that you're an unhappy karen about another's choice of color?
There's a lot of them too, when you look around, they're using invisibility tactics to not gain attention.
Maybe their psychiatrists recommended they do that.
To slide through life unnoticed.
Maybe they're running a protection racket and have to escape the notice of cameras that just can't see charcoal black.
Or maybe they like "men in black' and have connections with ET.
So by buying that color they buy a sense of intrigue with it.
Then there's half light times when they truly are a miracle to spot.
It should be mandatory that their lights be kept on, by law!!!
Well not me anyway, the Toyota has a "vie de vere" just made that up, a feel good luminous, get your attention color.
Being in the top 5% of safe drivers who are accident free. "Oh shit forget about the trailer thing!"
You don't know about that !!!
Trailers have an annoying way of being forgotten about. You should be required to have a flashing red sign on your dash saying watch out!!! Trailer behind.
Another avoidable stressful incident and man I really have to stop speeding but dropping it down into third for a boost of power gives off a sound that rattles the muffler and forces it to give a thrilling sportage of power !!! Yes in that moment of "excessive speed" all the goals have been met !!
The madman or "nut loose behind the wheel" as my papa would say has got his "bang for his buck!!!"
And needs time to settle down and wait for that speeding ticket to arrive in the mail.
Really we need sensors badly that can spot these "nightriders" and draw our attention to them. 
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It was a knockout sort of a day.
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Posted:Dec 16, 2023 3:08 pm
Last Updated:Dec 20, 2023 12:01 pm 7419 Views
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With the sound of Bell birds, and the sweet forest fragrance. It brought me back to old unresolved memories from a turbulent past.
My sister was on my case again and challenged me to a match.
As usual my cock had slipped out during the tussle and provoked her sarcasm as to how little it was.
Though it was a useful warning about what to expect form prospective partners.
It was another memory I had to chose whether to keep or not.
That's how it worked with 'Invent a life' you had to face up with a lot of troubling things.
I decided to wander around some pages to find out how others did it.
I seemed to find the perfect candidate and could follow her path through her conventional life.
At school everyone was happy and even the teachers expression bristled with good will.
So much interest there too.
Maybe others had the same idea as i did.
Her vids appeared some time later when a platform would welcome it.
It showed a beautiful mountainous scenery and a menagerie of voices from unseen people filled the background.
The other vids too had that sparkling quality and it was easy to imagine that thi was a perfect life.
We had pictures too of the small country church, full of her friends and relatives who smiled and said kind things at her wedding.
She had found her chad too and he looked trendy and capable.
Then on further some years to reveal their good looking offspring.
The street name was therein the picture too and it was not too far from where I'd lived.
But then came a pause and years went by without contribution and my first thought was that a young life was cut short but then there appeared the information that she'd changed her profile pic recently.
There'd just been a lull in her life and her friends had apparently just wandered off to do their own thing.
I worked out that now she was in her early forties and there was nothing on her page to show what she'd been up to.
I guess it's just the normal way that it goes. At some point life was exciting and she had a huge following on her page and at that time her friends were all finding partners and it seemed that every weekend was another friends wedding to attend.
Maybe a social life was too demanding and she'd grown tired of it and just wanted to be left alone.
I'd seen that before and was thinking there should be more sparks to life.
I had to keep looking.
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What they didn't teach you in school !
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Posted:Dec 12, 2023 4:08 pm
Last Updated:Dec 13, 2023 9:39 am 10492 Views
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"Time erasing!"
I'd left school early to get a job and I suspect I missed some valuable stuff.
Later in life my disadvantage from not finishing school would become apparebt.(spelling)
I would never be able to put my thoughts into words, or even paint, and maybe there was even bigger things I'd missed out on that I would never have any idea about.
I was permanently disadvantaged and I'd suffer abuse not knowing that the law could look out for me.
I'd started to scribble my notes for some reason , trying to put my thoughts into stone.
They often turned dirty though and my violent thoughts would find their way onto paper.
Even diagrams of what I'd do to my deserving victims.
Heinous things too, that involved them getting treatments the way I'd taken them.
It didn't take much for me to go back to class and be drawn out of it for a stint of detention or the smart stinging wrath of caning.
I remembered that I'd gone too far, always on the lookout for some new 'opportunity' to create havoc.
My misbehavior at home got me a 'short shift' and it was delivered to me on my own bed!
The teacher knew her stuff, on how to get the best out of a discipline session and I meekly took my pants down as instructed and prostrated myself, bending over the table and putting my hands out flat onto the table.
Now that I think about it she may have had some insight into how my home life was and she wanted her share of it too!
I'd started scribbling dirty things into my books too and it was really the work of a tormented mind.
I was being "educated" ready to take on my role in society.
The wheels would soon turn another direction and a girl with a reputation, (as a ball destroyer) soon found I was the perfect victim for psychological abuse and then physical castration.
Her 'thing' was knackering b*ys and rewarding their duress with her wicked and playful smile.
She had a sexiness about her too that drew in older guys looking to fuck her.
She loved to go camping trips with her older boy friends in their cars.
I became 'intoxingly' immersed in the role I'd been given and her threats were real but mollified by an emerging sexiness that strove to own my very being.
Maybe life wasn't meant to be fair, I thought.
What had been thrusted into my lap was not my doing.
It was now a game of wait anyway, and it oddly excited me thinking about what she'd do to my balls.
I chose a seat in class away and alone from my classmates where I could think and my boner could be painfully hard, and I'd started tying up my balls as I just loved the feel of ball pain.
I found it icreasingly arousing to go about my normal business with my balls tied up, pretentiously daring the world to take its issues out on them.
It did too and one student branded them with a tennis ball in a game of tag and went parading his joy at damaging another student.
Balls were suckers for punishment put there in place to maximize their fun.
A hot teacher had cornered me too on a field trip and asked me stuff. She viewed herself as tough but her toughness only made her cuter.
I had all this floating around in my head trying to decide which memories I'd keep and which to wipe!
I'd mentally designed the tool that would work in that way, and maybe I'd even go for a clean slate and invent a totally different 'upbringing'.
There'd be a pool and weekend bbq's, and a pet to get to know me.
Angelic things too, and the World could do me no wrong!
It amazed me how corrupt the World had become.
I'd found a book with promises to end all evil and a pit that could be opened to to dispose of it.
It portrayed grand visions and it captivated my creative side and I thought I could , should do something with it to build a new life.
A life with angelic gospel singers and wonderful spaces that held sounds in a heavenly way.
Yes in the new life I'd design it would be about music.
If you did music right too then the problems would all take care of themselves.
You'd have no need to work and do drudgery things.
You'd just ride that wave....and beautiful acquaintances (dressed in white) would show me new and wonderful things.
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Not gonna happen !
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Posted:Dec 11, 2023 4:21 pm
Last Updated:Dec 12, 2023 2:12 pm 10947 Views
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Back to the future IIII ain't gonna happen , but if you watch the last vid it has the signals coming on and about fifty thousand tons of train hurtling down the track. What a sound , so I recorded it and played it through the toyota's speaker as we hurtled down 'blind man's gulch' doing 110.
It was real fear and an adrenaline rush too !!! OMG, that toyota felt like a train!!!!!!
Did you know that people won't buy an electric Lambo unless it has a fake lambo engine sound accompanying it?
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No room for prophesy !
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Posted:Dec 11, 2023 1:23 am
Last Updated:Dec 16, 2023 2:12 pm 10418 Views
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I stumbled into a maze of dire 2024 prophesies !
Is this really our last couple of weeks before things go gang busters?
Surely some of you feel things.
Also can you prophesy your own life?
The torments you'll suffer.
I've always loved that song 'Trouble' by Lindsey Buckingham, and boy did he find that.
A lifetime of love. A lifetime of deep obsessions too.
Perhaps.
Nothing of the kind appeared to me when I was young that gave any hint of the troubles I may find.
Only the one vision was implanted in my brain about a strange twist.
When the Earth stopped and it was a strange place with Ethnic buildings and a feeling of doom accompanied the vision.
Though I've had many visions of past lives and disasters that happened there.
My close family there too whom I could call soul partners, who I'd no doubt catch up with in another life, and we'd be inseparable.
Or maybe I'm just dreaming.
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So you've made your fortune, now what?
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Posted:Dec 9, 2023 3:52 pm
Last Updated:Dec 11, 2023 7:22 am 11463 Views
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You can now turn to other more eccentric pursuits, pursuits that you couldn't afford before or maybe seek more domination over a lesser ..........................
Well I'm not really into the pursuit of psychological illnesses.
Maybe I'd create an amusement park with real creatures I'd help bring back to life after unearthing them from the permafrost.
The girl next door warned me about the dangers of giving a primal species a fair go.
Expecting some sort of appreciation from them could be asking too much.( note: she views modern man a primal species.)
Maybe she just wants to give people a giggle.
So anyway I'd conduct missions into the permafrost regions, in a vain hope of retrieving useful samples of DNA and science now is perhaps getting closer to bringing back the woolly mammoth.
Maybe humans hunted the last one down and brought about its extinction.
So we owe it to return it.
Given the complexities of the DNA molecule it seems like restoring one is an impossible feat.
Now the animals blood has been found locked in a frozen time for over thirty thousand years. Is that better than being locked in amber?
At least I'm not into harming the masses. I see one billionaire has decided to take control of much of the Worlds food supply.
When he was married his wife put his money towards helping the less fortunate but that was not satisfying the narcissist in him.
He couldn't just mind his own business and lead a nondescript existence.
They had to become renowned, and have statues of themselves on display in populated spots.
I got used to holding my tongue about my views.
I once stated that aircraft travel and open borders was producing a standard model of human and over time we'd have much the same features and maybe even blond hair would become a rarity.
One guy listening on loved it and one girl Imet at the mechanics institute had rejected all her countrymen as not good looking enough to breed with so she chose her breeding partner from a foreign race.
Guess I was being prompted for my opinion as she brought her offspring in for me to judge.
Indeed they were pretty and I do have the opinion that many are too white here and skin cancer is a big deal.
I'm leaning so much now after buying a car which gave me a valid reason to visit the local mechanics shop.
He even suggested a date with a "crazy bitch" that would be perfect for me.
I felt like decking him for that.
When it came down to it the insanity that seemed to be overtaking the town and area all could be traced back to his own distant relatives who arrived in a dray back in the 19th century.
I told him straight out that I had no intention of being in any way mixed up with his crazy lot!
I did agree with the girl though and it was pretty woeful how unsexy the people were.
I remember seeing a gorgeous girl with the longest red hair walking around town with a happy look on her face.
Maybe a once in a year thing that was.
Then there was that Pakistani doc I met and something about her pricked my attention.
She could well of been a reject thrown out of her own country but I wouldn't be able to tell.
My mind furiously tried to find an angle for me to pursue her delights.
Maybe she made good soup.
maybe she had a brilliant laugh and could sit comfortably on the porch in her rocking chair, just content with the World and not really requiring too much from it. I did love my soup though.
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