degrees of magnitude

I went to the sculpture garden at City Park in New Orleans.


There was an amazing sculpture called “Karma”.



The sculpture was intriguing. A smaller version of another self covering the eyes of itself by a smaller version of another self covering the eyes of itself by a smaller version of another self covering the eyes of itself…and you get the picture.



The back of the sculpture looked like a spine.

I can see the end of karma!


Love takes away the heavy weight of time and karma. It removes the blinding illusion that we are separate.




Venus can’t cover your eyes. She doesn’t have any arms.





Diana, the moon goddess, is often shown with a bow and arrow. A bow (bend) and the arrow of time.


New Orleans is called the Crescent City because the original town-the Vieux Carré, also called the French Quarter-was built at a sharp bend in the Mississippi River. The town was founded about 1718 by Jean Baptiste Le Moyne, Sieur de Bienville.

The phases of the moon.


The ebb and flow. Diana is a mysterious lady.




The ebb and flow…think about that, the coastline, the paradox of coastline measurement, and the problem of seeing ourselves as separate while watching this fascinating video.


focus in, focus out

in, out


What about the theory of flat earth? Since all photos from nasa are CGI, and something about the moon landing is kinda fishy…

How would you measure coastline of the ice wall?



Most importantly, what is beyond the ice wall?





I don’t know if anybody else was feeling this, but today I struggled with everything, including lifting my arms to reach, and lifting legs to walk.


It was some kind of supernatural occurrence (because I’ve come to recognize this phenomena), and maybe the date was a clue.

March 10th is the 69th day of the year, with 296 to go.

3.10 is the 69th day. 3 – 6 – 9

The swirl of the fishes, the mirror, or just random? I think anything 69 has to do with the moon.


Anyway, I can see paradise by the dashboard light.


Well I remember every little thing
As if it happened only yesterday
Parking by the lake
And there was not another car in sight
And I never had a girl
Looking any better than you did
And all the kids at school
They were wishing they were me that night
And now our bodies are oh so close and tight
It never felt so good, it never felt so right
And we’re glowing like the metal on the edge of a knife


Glowing like the metal on the edge of a knife
C’mon! Hold on tight!

Thought it’s cold and lonely in the deep dark night
I can see paradise by the dashboard light


And the part in the song where it sounds like a baseball commentator…

OK, here we go, we got a real pressure cooker going here,
Two down, nobody on, no score, bottom of the ninth,
There’s the windup, and there it is, a line shot up the middle,
Look at him go. This boy can really fly! He’s rounding first and really
turning it on now, he’s not letting up at all, he’s gonna try for
second; the ball is bobbled out in center, and here comes the
throw, and what a throw!

The pressure cooker bomb on 4/15/13.

The Finnish Line? Not quite.

The pitcher glances over, winds up, and it’s bunted, bunted down the third base line, the suicide squeeze is on! Here he comes, squeeze play, it’s gonna be close, holy cow, I think he’s gonna make it!


Stop right there!


I gotta know right now!
Before we go any further!
Do you love me?


Let me sleep on it
Baby, baby let me sleep on it
Let me sleep on it
And I’ll give you an answer in the morning


I couldn’t take it any longer
Lord I was crazed
And when the feeling came upon me
Like a tidal wave
I started swearing to my god and on my mother’s grave

That I would love you to the end of time
I swore that I would love you to the end of time!
So now I’m praying for the end of time




Just got back from the land of Afrodite.


It was beautiful.






But where was I really? This is from the map of Jamaica. And we went around the entire island. N S E W, it was all NEWS to me….

Blenheim is named after the place in England where the oldest oak trees are. Lucea is pronounced “Lucy”.




And I think I found the secret place of Dr. Cooper’s lab that has healing waters.


Rubi was found on every corner.



She even wrote about it.

In Falmouth, there was a place called “Bare” Lounge.


It was on Trelawny


The I Scream shop on Trelawny


with free toppings!


Near the corner of Cornwall and Princess Streets


I found Faith.



Right beside the Cornwall room


someone named Jonathan painted a House of Stone





I found the old KENt factory in Cockpit County.


Before emancipation, it had gold and silver groves.




I kept seeing this everywhere.


It’s a cultural norm. Absolutely everywhere and easy to find.


Rastafari originated among impoverished and socially disenfranchised Afro-Jamaican communities in 1930s Jamaica. Its Afrocentric ideology was largely a reaction against Jamaica’s then-dominant British colonial culture. It was influenced by both Ethiopianism and the Back-to-Africa movement promoted by black nationalist figures like Marcus Garvey. The movement developed after several Christian clergymen, most notably Leonard Howell, proclaimed that the crowning of Haile Selassie as Emperor of Ethiopia in 1930 fulfilled a Biblical prophecy. By the 1950s, Rastafari’s counter-cultural stance had brought the movement into conflict with wider Jamaican society, including violent clashes with law enforcement. In the 1960s and 1970s it gained increased respectability within Jamaica and greater visibility abroad through the popularity of Rasta-inspired reggae musicians like Bob Marley. Enthusiasm for Rastafari declined in the 1980s, following the deaths of Haile Selassie and Marley.


Rastas often claim the flag of Ethiopia as was used during Haile Selassie’s reign. It combines the conquering lion of Judah, symbol of the Ethiopian monarchy, with green, gold, and red.


It gives you energy.


Cock! An uprising!


There was a beach party on the day of the full moon.


The moon was shining down like a light bulb.


While sitting in a bar, I saw everyone’s whore-oscopes.


Is it just me, or are the women’s “commandments” a lot more detailed and more involved?!


Went around the Blue Mountains in coffee country.



Here is a beautiful set of pics from the sunset we saw in Negril.





Here’s more pics.













The Greatest. Of. All. Time…. LOVE




The Main Tree

Trees and rivers and mountains are symbols about our experience here on Earth. I feel like I live a symbolic life and this is a dream world. What is this dream about?

And he shewed me a pure river of water of life, clear as crystal, proceeding out of the throne of God and of the Lamb. In the midst of the street of it, and on either side of the river, was there the tree of life, which bare twelve manner of fruits, and yielded her fruit every month: and the leaves of the tree were for the healing of the nations.  Revelation 22

I was telling M about someone I’m related to in the Encyclopedia Britannica. Then he said he had a family member who worked at Encyclopedia Britannica in the US.

Britain…. b’rit

The Hebrew word for covenant is b’rit, meaning covenant, pact, or treaty. It is one of the most frequently used words in Hebrew scriptures. The word B’rit implies the shedding of blood in the process of ratifying an agreement.

he IS, she IS NOT, and they are both part of ONE thing

I AM is I AM NOT (amniotic). They are part of one thing and you can’t be separate, you are always part of the whole.

amnion – “vase in which the blood of a sacrifice was caught,”

mother, moon, menses

Red Blood Cells


The Hebrew word for covenant is b’rit, meaning covenant, pact, or treaty.



David Icke says we are trapped in a Moon/Saturn matrix. I read the other day that the Moon is the little hand on the clock and Saturn is the big one. I like David Icke’s theory but I think all is mind, and in our mind, we understand that the Moon and Saturn are connected to time. Also, the moon connects us to earth. All of the math works out for the current understanding of the layout of everything in space, except that the matrix has added some dimension for the experience.


First, you make the world nice and flat.


Then, you make the Sun and the Moon equal partners.


Then, you take this flat DNA that looks as it is bound by time



un-flatten it so that it moves


from your point of view, look up in the sky


We are all right here and this is the center of the universe.


Before you laugh or stop reading, just think about this: have you, yourself, ever been in space to see a globe earth? Have you ever seen curvature from an airplane? At first, it seems ridiculous to even challenge a globe earth, since we’ve been told something from as early as we can remember…





When I look through my telescope, I see the moon like this.


I see curvature and it looks like a ball.

I am not saying that this doesn’t make sense, it does…mathematically and logically.


But if you are trying to understand what I am saying LOGICALLY, then you are missing the point in the biggest way imaginable.


Maybe our perception is skewed.


What is this dream about? Love.



The Tree of Life


I was doing some True Detective work, and I made some connections at the tree.

True Detective season 1, crime scene of ritual murder of Dora Lange


Dora is Dorothy

Dorothy  fem. proper name, from French Dorothée, from Latin Dorothea, from Greek, literally “gift of God,” from doron “gift” (from PIE root *do- “to give”) + fem. of theos “god”

She is tied to an Oak tree at Oak Alley Plantation in Louisiana and wearing antlers in a way that looks like a ritual to the Horned God (Pan, The Green Man, Dionysus, Osiris), also suggesting a connection to the triple goddess (of the moon).
(Oak trees are revealing their symbolism in a big way…)
The character Rust drinks lots of Lone Star beer in the series.
and makes little people out of his beer cans, suggesting that perhaps several people are in on the “ritual”. (whatever you think is not you, is definitely you). (me and you)
Rust and Cohle are trying to find out who the mysterious Yellow King is.
by Robert W. Chambers


Chambers usually gives only scattered hints of the contents of the full play, as in this extract from “The Repairer of Reputations“:

He mentioned the establishment of the Dynasty in Carcosa, the lakes which connected Hastur, Aldebaran and the mystery of the Hyades. He spoke of Cassilda and Camilla, and sounded the cloudy depths of Demhe, and the Lake of Hali. “The scolloped tatters of the King in Yellow must hide Yhtill forever”, he muttered, but I do not believe Vance heard him. Then by degrees he led Vance along the ramifications of the Imperial family, to Uoht and Thale, from Naotalba and Phantom of Truth, to Aldones, and then tossing aside his manuscript and notes, he began the wonderful story of the Last King.

The place “Carcosa” is interesting because it connects True Detective (a portal of a tv show) to Malaysia and perhaps the missing higher plane…
Carcosa Seri Negara, The King’s House in Kuala Lumpur

To the Editor of “British Malaya”

[British Malaya, May 1936]


In the April magazine your correspondent in Malaya asks me, in courteous terms, to tell him why I gave the name “Carcosa” to the house that was designed and built for me at Kuala Lumpur by the late Mr. C.E. Spooner, assisted by Mr. A.B. Hubback – as he was in those days – and I have no objection to answer the question even though the simple truth may spoil a number of excellent stories. When this house was finished and occupied I read a book which interested me. It was called “The King in Yellow” and at the beginning of this book there were some verses with a note explaining that they came from Cassilda’s song in “The King in Yellow”, Act 1, Scene 2. Here are two verses: –

“Strange is the night where black stars rise, And twin moons circle in the skies, But the stranger still is Lost Carcosa.”

“Song of my soul, my voice is dead; Die thou, unsung, as tears unshed Shall dry and die in Lost Carcosa.”

I did not call the Resident General’s dwelling “Government House,” or “King’s House,” because neither seemed an appropriate name in Protected States. I did not give it a Malay name, because it was to be the residence of a British Officer; so I took a book name as has often been done before.

As to the word Carcosa, I imagine it was the Castle of the King in Yellow, but the book explains nothing about either the place or its occupant. That apparently can be found in the play, to which there are only occasional allusions. Probably it is a word created by the author’s fancy, though it looks like a combination of the Italian words cara and casa and would mean “desirable dwelling,” as indeed I found it.

The only curious fact is that this name was prophetic for, as I understand, the house has lost its name and is thus, “Lost Carcosa.” The occupant, I am told, is now styled “F.S,” instead of “R.G.”

Yours obediently,

19 April 1936.

“Lost Carcosa”



In True Detective, “good” and “bad” were always blurred. Often I would be convinced that the killer was one of the detectives, and if it turns out they weren’t, concepts of good and evil still inter-lapped and it was a pendulum swinging, weaving a complex fabric of one big thing containing all parts of itself. The denial of this truth keeps humanity in a low vibratory state. It’s always this, and there is not one without the other:

the apple from the tree

The “I am not”


Why is this so important? Because the implications of knowing or not knowing is keeping  humanity in a corner! It’s about thinking there are limitations when there aren’t!

If you go to the grocery store and someone hands you a list, that makes it easy. Usually it’s several items, bread, eggs, hot dogs, cheese, paper towels.

But no one would ever give you a list of everything they DON’T want! Because then you have to spend forever trying to figure out what ISN’T on the list of thousands and thousands of things of everything on the grocery list. Currently, we live in the ‘few items at a time’ world.

The “I am not” is the unlimited and it’s always there. We are capable of gnosis…we are capable of knowing a list, and a not-list.


What does this have to do with Oak Trees?

The Oak tree’s roots reach as far into the ground as it branches reach to the heavens. This makes the Oak a symbol of saying, “as above; so below”



another words, it MIRRORS.





Perhaps the covenant is love and love will never break. It will only expand.

this tree in Texas…



While much of Texas reels from the aftermath of Hurricane Harvey, one very old resident remains unbowed.


But one tree stood tall in the face of Harvey’s wrath. One Big Tree.

In fact, the oak — considered the second oldest of its kind in America — not only stared down a hurricane, but emerged seemingly unscathed.

“You don’t get old by being weak,” the post noted.

Indeed, and it was just the kind of strength Texans needed to see.

‘We bend, but we don’t break’

“That big oak is a symbol of Texans everywhere,” wrote one Facebook commenter. “We bend, but we don’t break. God bless us all and God bless Texas. We will rebuild!”

Another commenter added, “This tree is Texas strong.”

The largest southern Oak in Mandeville, Louisianna, 1,500 years old…

The Seven Sisters Oak


The origin of the name, Seven Sisters, is lost in the obscurity of time and memory.  One current story is that the name describes seven main trunks that comprise the single tree.  Yet, the oak actually has more than seven trunks that split from its immense base in two clusters.  Another speculation is that the name is a translation of an older Choctaw Indian name that’s now forgotten.  The Choctaws were residents of this area for many years before white men arrived and a tree of this size would possibly have been well known and named by them.

The Angel Oak in Angel Park near Charleston, North Carolina.


Angel Oak was damaged severely during Hurricane Hugo in 1989 but has since recovered. The Angel Oak tree is featured prominently in the book The Heart of A Child by Emily Nelson.

The Friendship Oak on the campus of the University of Southern Mississippi



In 1950, the oak was featured in a Life magazine article about Gulf Park College, where students attended classes under the tree.

Maybe I’m out on a limb…

limb (n.1)

“part or member,” Old English lim “limb of the body; any part of an animal body, distinct from the head and trunk;” main branch of a tree,”
Since c. 1400 especially of a leg; in Victorian English this usage was somewhat euphemistic, “out of affected or prudish unwillingness to use the word leg [Century Dictionary]. However in Old and Middle English, and until lately in dialects, it could mean “any visible body part”:
Hence, limb-lifter “fornicator” (1570s). Limb of the law was 18c. derisive slang for a lawyer or police officer. To go out on a limb in figurative sense “enter a risky situation” is from 1897.
a risky situation…makes me wonder, do you love the adrenal rush?
If so, I can tell you, whatever you felt in the physical world, is nothing compared to the rush you feel in the megalove aether of “beyond”. In ‘beyond’, there are no words…
just take a bite


Well I heard there was a secret chord
That David played and it pleased the Lord
But you don’t really care for music, do you?
Well it goes like this: the fourth, the fifth
The minor fall and the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah
Your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
She tied you to her kitchen chair
She broke your throne and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah
Baby I’ve been here before
I’ve seen this room and I’ve walked this floor (you know)
I used to live alone before I knew you
And I’ve seen your flag on the marble arch
And love is not a victory march
It’s a cold and it’s a broken Hallelujah



it “IS” all there ever IS


There is something about this world place that is afraid of letting go. The information we get about what’s “out there and beyond” is a strictly monitored flow of information. It’s often paired with “building a better future”, or “think of the children”, etc.

NASA is actually telling the truth here…a spin of a tale. It’s a tall tale, indeed.

Thanks to Abraham, our world is dominated by religion that seeks to control one half of the population more than the other.


It’s all got to do with going beyond the boundary and fear. The Garden of Eden is free and wild.


“Free Spirit” is not what comes to mind when you think of Saudi Arabia. They take control of the currency to a new level with their ridiculous rules about women. It’s so nice of them to finally allow women to drive.


Obviously, not everybody in Saudi Arabia is happy about that and the sexist taunts started flying…

Earlier this month, a Saudi cleric was banned from preaching after saying that women should not be allowed to drive because their brains shrink to a quarter the size of a man’s when they go shopping. 

Of course, they still have to go around wearing tents and staying separate from men. Here’s this “indecent” woman who dares to walk unveiled. The nerve of her.


The Saudi news website Sabq reported that the religious police have written to other agencies calling for an investigation into the “indecently” dressed woman.

The woman’s actions prompted abusive backlash online. Since the incident the issue has been trending on Twitter under the hashtag “demand the trial of model Khulood”. 

The Saudi writer Ibrahim al-Munayif told his 41,000 Twitter followers that if everyone disregarded the law in this way there would be chaos.

“Just like we call on people to respect the laws of countries they travel to, people must also respect the laws of this country,” he wrote.

Saudi Arabia, this is for you



Here she is with her male guardian



It’s hard to avoid the ever-growing Flat Earth movement. It’s flat. It’s round. I’m thinking the point is, going beyond the boundary. Obviously, NASA is silly and every time they show an image of something, its CGI. There are all kinds of theories about why NASA keeps up the charade, and I think it is symbolic of the constant avoidance of people seeing each other as themselves. Paradoxically, “going out and beyond” is right here, right now. Break the barrier and see that everyone is a mirror and paradise happens. It’s all right here. Love is not somewhere in space. Heaven is a place on Earth.



This is a dream realm and dreams are a series of symbols. Dreams are wacky and hard to understand sometimes.








Littlestone-on-Sea is a small coastal village close to New Romney. It was established in the 1880s by Sir Robert Perks, as a resort for the gentry, at the point of the local lifeboat station. At low tide a World War II Mulberry Harbour Phoenix breakwater is visible and along the coast there is a P.L.U.T.O. or Pipe Line Under The Ocean, station, formerly used to carry petrol across to France during the D-Day landings.



Littlestone is the location of Mr Bedford’s landing in the sphere in H.G. Wells book The First Men in the Moon. Mr Bedford leaves the sphere on the beach and enters a hotel. A local boy called Thomas Simmons (the name of an old school friend of Wells) who witnessed Mr Bedford’s arrival later enters and takes off in the sphere and is never seen again!


Has anyone ever been to a star party at an observatory? Or, have you ever been to an observatory? They are usually at a university and they rarely schedule any public tours and when they do, it is all very controlled.

From the website of Griffith Observatory in LA

“Griffith Observatory does not permit the operation of private, unauthorized telescopes on its grounds, for either public or private use. The Observatory is responsible for the public safety of its visitors and for the accuracy of any information provided in an astronomical and public setting. Allowing deployment of private telescopes on the grounds implies endorsement of both the instruments and the operators, neither of which the Observatory is capable of verifying.”

So, they are protecting people from something they might see? And if something is seen, then Griffith Observatory will announce what it is that you are seeing. Typical bullshit rules and stuff.

This is from the Q/A page of The University of Texas McDonald Observatory

“Why don’t you show us live views from the research telescopes?

When an astronomer does research with a large telescope, the majority of the time, they’re not using cameras to produce a pretty picture that would be suitable for displaying on a screen at the Visitors Center or on your computer at home. 70-80% of the time, astronomers at McDonald (and most observatories) are using the technique of spectroscopy … splitting the light of an astronomical object up into its component colors and carefully analyzing that spectrum. There is a tremendous wealth of information packed in the light from these objects that spectroscopy and other techniques allow the astronomers to access. Unfortunately, that information is not readily accessible in its raw, unprocessed, and unanalyzed form. So, it’s not the sort of information from which any conclusions can be drawn. There would be essentially nothing to be gained from sending a raw feed of information to the Center from the research telescopes for the purposes of viewing at a Star Party or online.”

In other words, every picture of space that you see is either composite or CGI. And you are not allowed to look through a big research telescope.


You are not allowed to look in the archives.


The Earth is flat. And you would be able to see this if you could get beyond the wall. Let’s say you had the money and resources and team of experts to take a private exploration of Antarctica. To ensure that you wouldn’t be shot by military while exploring, there are a list of things you must do before taking on this endeavor.

“Information to be Provided in Advance Notice

Organisers should provide the following information to the appropriate national authorities in the format requested.

  1. Name, nationality, and contact details of the organiser;
  2. Where relevant, registered name and national registration and type of any vessel or aircraft to be used (including name of the captain or commander, call-sign, radio frequency, INMARSAT number);
  3. Intended itinerary including the date of departure and places to be visited in the Antarctic Treaty Area;
  4. Activities to be undertaken and purpose;
  5. Number and qualifications of crew and accompanying guides and expedition staff;
  6. Estimated number of visitors to be carried;
  7. Carrying capacity of vessel;
  8. Intended use of vessel;
  9. Intended use and type of aircraft;
  10. Number and type of other vessels, including small boats, to be used in the Antarctic Treaty Area;
  11. Information about insurance coverage;
  12. Details of equipment to be used, including for safety purposes,and arrangements for self-sufficiency;
  13. And other matters required by national laws.”

In other words, if you really could get all the things necessary for exploration, it’s that ambiguous, last item on the list ‘and other matters required by national laws’, that could be used to prevent you from going beyond.

In the True Man Show, the controller is in the ‘Moon Room’.


Truman: [Sailing in the artificially-roughened winds and seas – he shouts to the sky] Is that the best you can do?

[Christof, in the “moon room”, whips around to face the screen, shocked]

Truman: You’re gonna have to kill me!


Truman: What do ya do with a drunken sailor? What do ya do with a drunken sailor? What do ya do with a drunken sailor ear-lye in the mor-nin’!



C’est Moi.



Shattered. But you can do it…. the Star card is about hope.


Be fearless. Break through


Heaven is a place on Earth.



Portals, doors, gateways and Tiki time

Here in CHA, there are weird things around every corner. Out-of-place places, people seeming to be from another dimension, feeling like you are ‘somewhere else’, huge buildings that are furnished and have offices, but no people,…just to name a few. One of the out-of-place places is an abandoned Tiki house, previously owned by Billy Hull, previous owner of the nightclub Castaways Club and Lion’s Den. Here is the gate to the Tiki House.

See the Aquarian lady with the pitcher?

This place couldn’t be more out-of-place. The street it is located on is lined with gorgeous older homes of traditional American styles and classical european styles of the early 1900s. And this place is a freakin’ TIKI HOUSE PLAYBOY PAD! Unfortunately, it’s in a state of ruin.



and now…




It has become a popular place for teenagers to sneak in and explore. Not too long ago, M and I saw police cars three different times in one evening, going to the tiki entrance and parking, then escorting the adventurers off the property. From what I can tell, the adventurers set off a silent alarm to the police (because I don’t hear anything and I would think a loud alarm would send them running). After the police come, we see the young adventurers chatting as they walk back to wherever they park, and I’m as happy as they are that they are never taken back to the station (that I’ve ever seen). The Tiki palace is several houses down from us, so we are watching all this activity from a distance with a point of view that is more interesting than a nuisance, as the next door neighbors of the tiki place wanted it demolished years ago. Here’s a video that a very successful adventurer took while exploring the Tiki palace. Pause it at 1:42 😉

The Tiki palace is also called Swinger’s Tiki House. You can read all about it here, and this DailyMail article has some really interesting information…

The Tiki Palace has fallen into disrepair and has been vandalized in recent years by local youths. The property has three bedrooms, all of which are connected to the swimming pool by tunnels.

Mr Fletcher said: ‘The place is unique but the damage was disappointing. It’s like finding a lost pharaoh’s tomb to find it’s been pillaged, all the treasure removed.

‘The architecture and story are amazing. The pool is the focus of the entire house, you walk into the main entrance and you’re nearly in the pool.

‘The pool has two bridges over two little outlets that lead out of the main pool area which go under glass. The outlets lead up into separate bedrooms.

‘There are a few bedrooms, a bathroom with opposing pink toilets, flanked by a sunken stone shower. Most of the house, however, is focused on the pool which takes up most of the square footage.’

It is not known what sort of debauchery went on in the mansion but Hull is known to have owned several strip clubs, including Billy Hull’s Castaways Club in Chattanooga.

Read more:

follow the rabbit

In one of Frank’s latest blogs, he talks about attending a party and meeting a character named Huge Janus, and from the pic, the word “swinger” comes to mind…

(Do you mind if I use your pic?)


a swingin’ club in ‘69

It’s interesting that the owner of the Tiki palace owned a bar called Castaways Club and Lion’s Den. From what I’ve read, the Lion’s Den was a smaller, more private area in the Castaways Club.

Another place in Chattanooga that is seeming to be a manifested portal is Yesterday’s, I mean Tomorrow.  I used a fake ID back in the day to get into Yesterday’s. Now I use my real self and just walk in Tomorrow. I can walk into tomorrow, (or yesterday), today, or any day I want with no fake id. 😄



Yesterday is now Tomorrow.




In the Tomorrow building, there is an art house movie theater called The Palace Picture House


Are you a Mise En Scenester?…or a SINephile?!

Now, here’s something weird and interesting. If you search google images for Palace Picture House, most results are images of the Tiki house!


Castaways, time portals, and the picture playing in front of you.

Is The Palace Picture House a safe haven for the Castaways? Do we get to pick the movie we “see” in front of us so that we always have the reality of what we want? If a movie production company can create any kind of scene at any place, I take that as anything is possible for manifestation. Everything…EVERY THING is first a thought. Of course the best things aren’t things. Anyway, it is a message in a bottle.

The question: what do you want?


“millionaire” has no meaning here

desert island4islandfing

'Now I wish we hadn't eaten that albatross.'

desert island5


The bitter sweet meeting of perception and reality: 'Yay! I'm saved!!'

Stranded on “the Island”, a place where anything can happen and grow, Janus is looking backwards to see what we want to get rid of, and looking forward to manifest what we do want.


“In a time of destruction, create something.”   – Maxine Hong Kingston


In Māori mythologyTiki is the first man created by either Tūmatauenga or Tāne. He found the first woman Marikoriko in a pond; she seduced him and he became the father of Hine-kau-ataata.



In one story of Tiki among the many variants, Tiki was lonely and craved company. One day, seeing his reflection in a pool, he thought he had found a companion, and dived into the pool to seize it. The image shattered and Tiki was disappointed. He fell asleep and when he awoke he saw the reflection again. He covered the pool with earth and it gave birth to a woman.

Tiki lived with her in innocence, until one day the woman was excited by an eel. Her excitement passed to Tiki and the first procreative act resulted (Reed 1963:52).



An eel…a shock of excitement. A brainstorm. Creation of new realities.



I want Paradise every moment. Time for the evolution. There’s a fierce brain storm in Paradise Island right now.

hurricane irma
Hurricane Irma

Irma – German short form of names beginning with the Germanic element ermen, which meant “whole, universal”. It is thus related to EMMA. It began to be regularly used in the English-speaking world in the 19th century.

EMMA MIMI MEME (these hurricanes lately are about people I know)

2/5/1920 – the birth of a meme    9/8/2017 – the passing of a meme

September 8 is the 251st day of the year.

Wake up, Tiki. It’s a new age.







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