The Seven Sea Stirs

I intended to start writing this article several hours ago but received a visit from The Joker, which knocked me off-balance for a while. The result was a partial return to sobriety. No matter. After a few hours of pointless soul-searching – let’s say I was ‘temporarily light’ – I remembered that my credit in this joint is good. Now that Lloyd has served up some hair of the dog what bit me, I am, so to speak, back in the spirit of things and ready to finish the script. In some respects, I think this article is likely to be a little more personal than some of my other posts. I say ‘think’ because I rarely plan what I write. It just seems to come to me and structure itself along the way. In fact, if you’ll forgive my blatant solipsism then it all seems to come to me in one form or another. As I walked home from the Co-Op earlier today, I came across a young man having an animated mobile phone conversation. Something to do with prophet and loss, the only words I caught were “If we strip out the margin it comes to 44 overall”. Quite so.

These days, everyone seems to be reading my thoughts, and I theirs. It’s difficult, if not impossible, to know exactly where ‘I’ end and ‘the other’ begins, or to avoid asking who these mysterious ‘others’ really are. It’s odd I should even refer to them in these terms, given that I’d watched a video about Lost prior to popping out to the Co-Op. Odder still that the first thing to grab my attention was a locksmith’s van parked at the end of the road. It was emblazoned with the words “Don’t get locked out – have a key cut!”. A little further down the road, an empty cigarette packet caught my attention. Most would disregard it as random detritus. These days, however, I’ve learned that when my attention is drawn to something it’s usually for a reason. The message on the packet echoes comments left on my last-but-one post, and I have to say it’s a message that’s becoming increasingly hard to…ahem…Overlook.

You Can Do It

These days, we have to ask what it really means to be a ‘smoker’. Consider this example of double-speak, which seems to be loaded with the kind of euphemisms the Nazi’s employed when referring to the ‘Final Solution’.

As noted, a reasonable provision of comfortable, friendly, and exhaust ventilated indoor facilities with ashtrays for smokers would likely remove the great bulk of this problem.

Piles of naked corpses and references to ‘camps’ in Europe. Makes you think doesn’t it?

Mink Extermination

Amidst such horror, you could be forgiven for thinking that the Apocalypse is Now.

House of Horrors

The madness continues unabated elsewhere too. Over on Merovee, Frank is in meltdown and it seems the whole country is affected by the fallout.

Toxic Dust Cloud

As I’ve said before, our ‘reality’ seems to be multi-layered, a series of after-images or double exposures. Yet how many notice that Nuclear Armageddon appears to be an ever-present feature and part of our everyday lives?

The meltdown is collective…

Trump Meltdown

The cry goes out…and up apparently…

Evangelical Meltdown

And just like our computer screens, Windows display portents of impending doom…

The Signs

Needless to say, all is not what it appears to be. The Apocalypse is here, and we are part of it. Yet the true meaning of the term is not death and destruction but something else entirely.

apocalypse (n.) late 14c., “revelation, disclosure,” from Church Latin apocalypsis “revelation,” from Greek apokalyptein “uncover, disclose, reveal,” from apo- “from” (see apo-) + kalyptein “to cover, conceal” (see Calypso).

Source: Etymology Online

In my series of posts about the Colossus of Roads, I examined what I believe is the source of these ‘parallel realities’. My conclusion is that they are ‘parallel’ in the Information technology sense of the term. Specifically, that the ‘reality’ we inhabit is an advanced (albeit incredibly weird) computer simulation. It’s a moot point and one which is quite beside the point. We all seem to have our pet theories, yet they all arrive at the same conclusion: that what we see ‘out there’ is not real. The ‘apocalypse’ or ‘revelation’ we’re being exposed to is the disclosure of this knowledge through a process of initiation. It turns our lives upside down and causes us to question and, finally, abandon all the assumptions we once held so dear.

The question, then, is why us in particular? Why have we been ‘privileged’ to see through the veil, while other remain insensible? Who are ‘the others’ we see out there? Earlier today, Vik posted a series of news articles in a comment on my previous post. Reading through them, it was apparent that all the individuals referred to in these articles, from 44-year-old computer hackers through to US presidential characters, are weird reflections of me, just as they are also weird reflections of Vik. Why is it that when looking to reply to Vik, using news articles relating to these same characters, the stories that emerged were perfect reflections of the thoughts I wished to communicate back to Vik? If this is the case (I assure you it is) then in what sense do these characters exist? Who or what are they exactly?

A friend of mine recently introduced a friend of hers to my blog. I think it must be a Mob thing because shortly thereafter Frank posted a warning which included a reference to red-hot pizza. It’s hot-hot-hot (it burns, it burns) and I immediately knew which Goodfellas he was referring to. Old Nick and the Jewson.

Prior to this, the friend of my friend also chose to follow my Twitter account. He’d picked up on a few Nazi-themed synchs relating to the Colossus of Rhodes, and I responded with a few ‘burning man’ synchs. I also ‘wrote’ an article (in Morse) on my other blog as a kind of experiment, to see if he could spot the interconnections. The reason I did this was his Twitter profile image, a biohazard symbol. This struck a chord with me for a number of reasons. First, because the friend who introduced this person to my blog also sent me a link to the following article.

Hazardous Material

Regular Merovee readers will know that Tyler Durden and I have ‘history’. It’s a film that keeps cropping up again and again for me. What I found particularly odd about the article was the ‘hazardous material’ in question: sodium hydroxide. Known also as lye, Tyler employs the same chemical in the film in order to inflict a burn on ‘Jack’.

Second, the day before this person followed my Twitter account I just happened to watch a trailer for the film Zardoz. Note the film-related dates that appear at the beginning of the trailer.

A few passages from Wikipedia should tell you all you need to know.

In a future post-apocalypse Earth in the year 2293, the human population is divided into the immortal “Eternals” and mortal “Brutals”. The Brutals live in a wasteland, growing food for the Eternals, who live apart in “the Vortex”, leading a luxurious but aimless existence on the grounds of a country estate. The connection between the two groups is through Brutal Exterminators, who kill and terrorize other “Brutals” at the orders of a huge flying stone head called Zardoz, which supplies them with weapons in exchange for the food they collect. Zed, a Brutal Exterminator, hides aboard Zardoz during one trip, temporarily “killing” its Eternal operator-creator Arthur Frayn.

Zed is less brutal and far more intelligent than the Eternals think he is. Genetic analysis reveals he is the ultimate result of long-running eugenics experiments devised by Arthur Frayn — the Zardoz god — who controlled the outlands with the Exterminators, thus coercing the Brutals to supply the Vortices with grain. Zardoz’s aim was to breed a superman who would penetrate the Vortex and save mankind from its hopelessly stagnant status quo. The women’s analysis of Zed’s mental images earlier had revealed that in the ruins of the old world Arthur Frayn first encouraged Zed to learn to read, then led him to the book The Wonderful Wizard of Oz. Zed finally understands the origin of the name Zardoz — Wizard of Oz — bringing him to a true awareness of Zardoz as a skillful manipulator rather than an actual deity.

As Zed divines the nature of the Vortex and its problems, the Eternals use him to fight their internecine quarrels. Led by Consuella, the Eternals decide to kill Zed and to age Friend. Zed escapes and, aided by May and Friend, absorbs all the Eternals’ knowledge, including that of the Vortex’s origin, to destroy the Tabernacle. Zed helps the Exterminators invade the Vortex and kill most of the Eternals — who welcome death as a release from their eternal but boring existence. Some few Eternals do escape the Vortex’s destruction, heading out to radically new lives as fellow mortal beings among the Brutals. Zed brings the immortals salvation by bringing them death.

Source: Wikipedia

For those unfamiliar with Zed, allow me to remind you that he used to ride a chopper. I say ‘used to’ because Zed’s dead, baby. Something to do with butt sex, a blowtorch, and a pair of pliers I believe.

Third, because I’d also noticed an article with a Wizard of Oz theme in the Daily Mail. It too is about ‘hotting up’, so I suspect I’m getting warmer…


The above article appears in the blog post I wrote for my friend’s friend. The ‘hidden world’ it refers to was discovered by The Wizard.

The findings stem from the Whillans Ice Stream Subglacial Access Research Drilling (WISSARD) project funded by the National Science Foundation (NSF).

Ice stream or ice cream? Someone wants us to think they’re justified because they’re ancient. I disagree. I suspect the Zardoz incarnation of Zed would also disagree with me. He is, after all, inside the ‘huge stone head’.

After I finished writing the article for my friend’s friend, I asked my friend to send it on to him, saying “We’re off to see The Wizard”. Included in the article is the below story about the discovery of Cook’s ship ‘Endeavour’ off the coast Newport, Rhode Island, plus references linking Endeavour to Morse. On my daily walk to the Co-Op earlier today, a coach pulled up next to me and the electronic board displaying its destination happened to catch my eye. Needless to say, its ‘final destination’ was Newport.

Captain Cook Rhodes

Zed the Savage makes an appearance in another work of ‘pulp fiction’ within our fictional reality. Specifically, Brave New World. Here, Zed is named John and he’s befriended by Bernard (burn hard) Marx. It seems that Marx is one of the intellectual and cultural elite, although his physical stature leaves a little to be desired. From memory, I believe his stature had something to do with a little too much alcohol added to his blood-surrogate in the decanting room. In short, Bernard’s problems derive from his ‘individualism’, a product of being ‘drunk in the spirit’. At the end of the story, John ends up in a lighthouse (more of that later) while Marx’s friend, Helmholtz, is exiled to the Falkland Islands.

The below article appeared today. Clarkson isn’t keen on his Big Brother Bolshevik overlords either.


On the subject of Argentina, I posted this on my Twitter feed shortly after I posted the blog article I refer to above. It depicts a young Magneto, played by Michael Fassbender, in the guise of an Eichmann hunter. He describes himself thus: “I’m Frankenstein’s Monster. And I’m looking for my maker.”

At the same time, I also Tweeted about Prometheus. He stole fire from the Gods and was chained to a rock. Oddly enough, the road at the bottom of my road is called The Rock. Prometheus also appears in the subtitle of Mary Shelley Wollstonecraft‘s novel.

Michael Fassbender also appears in Ridley Scott’s Prometheus. Regular readers will know that I’ve referred to the film on numerous occasions in relation to being ‘drunk in the spirit’. This was a key theme in my previous post. Once again, Fassbender plays Frankenstein’s Monster, this time in the guise of the amoral android David. Here, David is surrounded by his makers and it’s obvious he doesn’t think much of them. He is in fact perfectly prepared to sacrifice them in order to please his Father. For some reason, the Father goes out of his way to belittle David and remind him that he doesn’t possess a soul. David more than adequately proves the point as the film progresses. Ultimately, his maker’s maker rips David’s head off and beats his maker to death with it. It seems that the Father doesn’t take a shine to the artificial, the immortal, or the mortal. In his eyes, we are all equally worthless.

At the end of the film, Elizabeth the ‘true believer’ continues her quest with a decapitated David in tow. She wants to know why her creators wish to exterminate humanity. Curiously enough, my sister’s name is Elizabeth and she was subjected to the same ‘Christian death cult’ as myself. Her ex-husband’s name is David. He was an odd character, a kind of short and squat version of my step-father. Following their divorce, she had a nervous breakdown and moved to the south coast, just around the corner from the Seven Sisters, which lie in the constellation of Taurus, my star sign. I visited the Seven Sisters last year and had a bizarre experience. There are supposed to be two lighthouses on that stretch of coast, yet on the walk to Beachy Head, I saw three, and on the walk back, only two. The whole experience felt like a dream. I went there partly as an excuse to pay my sister a surprise visit – I haven’t seen her in years. At it happened, she’d gone away on a business trip…to Germany. I suspect she’s still dragging David (the image of her own father figure) around with her.

There’s a common theme here in the form of a controlling influence. It’s perhaps best demonstrated by the following clip with actor John Hurt. To paraphrase Tyler Durden: “This is your pain, don’t deal with it the way those dead people do.” Don’t just stand there and allow a chopper to chop off your head.

In 1984, the ‘opposition’ leader is Jew. Yet Goldstein does not exist. He is just a tool of The Party and Big Brother, who also does not exist.

Prison fires and Room 101. Featherstone Prison is a literal stone’s throw from where I worked as a (Final) Solution Manager.

Room 101

What’s in Room 101? The worst thing in the world for John/Winston. It’s full of rats. The informers whose stock-in-trade is in-formation. Neatly lined up in rows like obedient soldiers.

Jewish Peril

All the above plays out like a surreal guilt trip, which is exactly what it is. It would be all-too-easy to see ‘it’ as hostile or malevolent, yet I know that if I hadn’t embarked on this ‘trip’ then I wouldn’t be as ‘light as a feather stone’. Ultimately, arriving at this point is a result of knowing – deep down and with certainty – that what I see out there isn’t real. Had I not been shown these things, I could never have reached this point. And the message is that we are literally writing our own destiny, our own history. We can be ‘the dead’ and do what everyone else does simply because they do and that’s what we’re ‘supposed’ to do, or we can say ‘fuck the pain matrix’ and just get out there and do it. Because, in the final analysis, IT is all IT is.

Some say we just need to have faith and patience. That freedom (if we’re talking about faith then perhaps what we really mean is salvation) is just around the corner, that we just need to sit back, watch the headlines, and wait for ‘the miracle’. I say the opposite. In fact, I say this reduces us to putty in The Joker’s hands. As Vik put it, we can become The Joker or we can allow ourselves to be the butt of his jokes. Those aware of what’s going on can hardly fail to observe the same jokes recycled over and over again. Cocks jokes, butt jokes, you name it. Here’s one for you – the call girl and the ‘gagging order’. Can’t imagine what that means…


Hilarious isn’t it? And let’s face it, sex jokes are funny, and God knows we need to ‘lighten up’ about all things sexual. That said, how many times have we seen these jokes? How many times do we want to see them? Personally, I tend to find that even the funniest jokes lose their appeal after the ‘nth’ repetition. I suspect they’ll continue for as long as we keep playing the Joker’s game (keep throwing the ball in the air and I’ll keep hitting it back) rather than playing the Joker. Even so, as I hope the above serves to demonstrate, the sex jokes aren’t the real joke. We are. We’ve allowed ourselves to be. I should imagine The Joker laughs loud and long too, but is he laughing with us or at us?

Listen to Delbert. He took a chopper and chopped his daughters to bits. Look at the fucking state of the cretin.

One of his daughters took a pack of matches and tried to burn it down.

Here’s what I say.

A few weeks ago, I discovered this. In light of my references to Prometheus, it will, I trust, make perfect sense to the Famous Five.

The five brightest member stars of the Hyades have all evolved away from the Main Sequence and now lie at the bottom of the giant branch. Four of these stars, with Bayer designations Gamma, Delta 1, Epsilon, and Theta Tauri, form an asterism that is traditionally identified as the head of Taurus the Bull. The other is Zeta 1 Tauri, which lies 2° further south. Epsilon Tauri, known as Ain (the “Bull’s Eye”), has a gas giant exoplanet candidate, the first planet to be found in any open cluster.

My friend’s friend wears a heavy hat. And in his own words…


I suspect that five may soon become sith.


And yet I can’t help but feel there’s one missing…

…perhaps more…

As for you guys ‘out there’…


How many oceans? How many countries? How many states? How many counties? How many districts? How many cities? How many towns?

How many people?

All lit up. It’s just the Son. He’s Shining.

The Missing Link

As usual, my co-operative local Co-Op plays a pivotal role in this particular tale. There are two situated within half-a-mile of my flat, and today I decided to visit the larger of the two, which is also the furthest away. My walk there was a typically dream-like affair with messages jumping out everywhere. A poster in a hair salon called ‘Ego’ which read ‘Say Hello to Paradise’, a discarded ‘Diamond Breeze’ air freshener, an advertisement for a local estate agent asking “Have You Seen the Signs?” The signs all said ‘sold’, or perhaps they said ‘souled’? Who knows? Anyway, I gathered together my purchases, waited patiently at the till (noting the guy in dreadlocks in front was wearing a bright green T-shirt with ‘Live Boston’ printed on it), then paid and walked away. Down the hill and around the corner, a 4×4 towing another 4×4 drove past. The driver beeped his horn, turned to look at me, and gave me the ‘thumbs up’ sign. I’d never seen him before in my life, but I think I was supposed to today because the message painted on the back of his cab said ‘One life. Live it’.

This coincides with a theme that’s been running through my head over the past few days. I wasn’t surprised to discover that a friend of mine had plucked my thoughts from our shared memory space and added them to my previous post, in the form of a string of Nike ‘Just Do It!’ adverts. Truth be told, since disappearing down the rabbit hole this time last year, I’ve become something of a recluse. If I’m honest I’ve always been insular and I’ve always struggled with the concept of ‘reality’. The person I refer to above also asked when I first encountered ‘The Program’, and I think I’ve always been aware of it on a subconscious level. Looking back on my life, it seems that each time I made a concerted effort to ‘settle down’ and ‘conform’ something wacky would happen to challenge my belief in ‘consensual reality’. I just couldn’t take seriously enough the concerns we’re supposed to take ‘seriously’ in this life, so I withdrew.

During my journey down the rabbit hole, I’ve discovered that I am not who I think I am, just as you are not who you think you are and the people we see ‘out there’ are not who they seem to be either. Over on Merovee, Frank captured the essence of what I’m trying to get at here.

Maybe I’m feeling particularly solipsistic but in all the murders there are personal mirrors which then make me question if they ever happened in any sense. Do the mirrors exist – who am I and all that ? Who is the dreamer of the dream?

For ‘murders’ substitute ‘any news event’, ‘politicians’, ‘celebrity’, or ‘ordinary’ person on the street. All of them are, in some sense, mirrors of ourselves. As I’ve said before, we seem to be eating and drinking one another’s thoughts and reflecting them back at ourselves. In effect, we’re all unwittingly snooping on one another. McLuhan said as much when he described the Information Age as one in which we’re all intimately involved in one another’s lives. What he didn’t appreciate is that this is literally true, that we inhabit what I call the Informer-Nation Age. As bizarre as it may sound, under the surface of our ‘free’ and ‘democratic’ societies lies a veiled alternate ‘reality’ with a totalitarian theme. Personally, I believe our ‘reality’ is a simulation of some kind, so I’m not suggesting this is literally true. Rather, it’s like the double exposures experienced in the age of film cameras: the one ‘reality’ is superimposed over the other.

Allow me to provide a few examples. This story emerged on the same day I posted another Nazi-themed article: ‘Fuck the Pain Matrix‘. Here, Software Agent Diane Abbott (she’s a ‘bot‘) joins the ‘race row’ and Labour leader Jeremy Corbyn frustrates ‘reporters’ by ‘refusing to answer questions’.


This is painted on a fence I walk past of the way to my local ‘co-operative’. Racial fitness, along with physical fitness and health, was Hitler’s main preoccupation. It’s a subject that ties into my previous comments about ‘guided or directed evolution’, i.e. evolution as ‘system upgrade’.

Survival of the Fittest

These days, it seems that the ‘fitness regime’ is all the rage.

Fitness Regime Small

We’re all invited to ‘join The Party’ and submit to the ‘regime’.

race for life

It’s perhaps ‘fitting’ that the ‘War Against Cancer’ should feature so prominently in encouraging our participation. It is, after all, a question of demonstrating the correct bee-hive-iour.

The Beehive Cluster, also known as Praesepe (Latin for “manger”), M44, NGC 2632, or Cr 189, is an open cluster in the constellation Cancer. It is one of the nearest open clusters to the Solar System, and it contains a larger star population than most other nearby clusters. Under dark skies the Beehive Cluster looks like a nebulous object to the naked eye; thus it has been known since ancient times. The classical astronomer Ptolemy called it “the nebulous mass in the breast of Cancer” and it was among the first objects that Galileo studied with his telescope.

Source: Wikipedia

Recently, the world lost David Bowie to Cancer at the age of 69, which is odd because the astrological symbol for Cancer is a 69 after a hard night on the town. 😉


Over time, I’ve noticed little clues that indicate when an article or story refers to me personally. One such clue is a reference to the number 44 (my age). Others include references to my real name and, for some reason, my mother’s maiden name, in various forms. For example, this guy spent 44 years in prison and emerged aged 69. He too found it difficult to adjust to ‘reality’, can’t stop marveling at the crazy things that keep happening, and can’t understand why everyone walks around like CIA agents.

Rolf is going into ‘liquidation’. In The Matrix, the dead were liquified and fed to the living.


Which is strange, because a friend sent me a link to the below story earlier. It’s about a ‘leak’ of ‘hazardous materials’ near Rhode Island. The substance is sodium hydroxide, otherwise known as lye.

Rhode Island

What is lye?

In another story, Adam Johnson is being asked to ‘clean the plug’ and allow the ‘leak’ to flow freely. He’s in Moorland Prison, which ties into some strange personal mirrors Frank has experienced in relation to the Moor’s Murderers.

Plug the Leak1

Breathing fumes produced by sodium hydroxide is known to be hazardous to health. This relates to another recurring theme, another ‘double exposure’ overlaid on this ‘reality’. Specifically, we’re ‘breathing in the ash and dust’ and ‘we’re breathing in the chemicals’ because ‘we’re radioactive’. As I’ve said previously, Nuclear Armageddon – the Clash of the Titans – has already happened.

In my last post, The Hive Mind, I referred to a maintenance man who services the converted townhouse I live in. I’ve had little to do with him apart from an incident that occurred last year when my kitchen and bathroom sinks and shower became blocked. He came along with a bottle full of acid and proceeded to pour it down the plug holes. Looking back on it now, it seems like a bizarre replay of an event from well over 20 years ago, when someone spiked my tea with the LSD version of acid. I drank the tea (it went ‘down the hole’ so to speak) and I spent the remainder of the day in Wonderland.

I’m not entirely sure I ever left…

Acid is another recurring theme that pops up in a variety of different contexts. First, in relation to a recent spate of stories about acid attacks.

Second, in the ‘Alien’ universe where the aliens have ‘acid for blood’, and also in relation to Prometheus, where the ‘acid’ becomes ‘a seed’ which is administered by the robot David, who spikes Charlie’s alcoholic drink.

The message about the acid or ‘a seed’ is that it is ‘Drunk in the Spirit’. Today, a friend posted a link to a blog she follows. It appeared in my Twitter feed like so:

The Spirit

To explain the personal significance this has for me, I grew up in an extremely religious family which, over a period of about 5 years, progressed from bog standard Church of England beliefs to the worst kind of evangelicalism. My grandfather was a Pastor, so there’s a history here. Even so, it’s difficult to exaggerate just how extreme their beliefs became, and the effect it had on me personally as an adolescent. Jews were revered as God’s chosen people, talk of demonic possession was rife, everyone ‘spoke in tongues’, my grandfather became a sort of self-declared ‘prophet’ and started his own church, and so on. My point being that one of the concepts used within the evangelical movement is ‘being drunk in the spirit’, being possessed by the Holy Spirit. The video probably explains it better than I can.

Earlier today, I was reading some of the comments posted on Merovee and came across one by Frank. It refers to the film Lucy, starring Scarlett Johansson. The storyline is about unlocking the brain’s full potential and the effects of the same.

I mention this because Lucy has great significance for evolutionists.

Lucy is the common name of AL 288-1, several hundred pieces of bone fossils representing 40 percent of the skeleton of a female of the hominin species Australopithecus afarensis. In Ethiopia, the assembly is also known as Dinkinesh, which means “you are marvelous” in the Amharic language. Lucy was discovered in 1974 near the village Hadar in the Awash Valley of the Afar Triangle in Ethiopia by paleoanthropologist Donald Johanson. The Lucy specimen is an early australopithecine and is dated to about 3.2 million years ago. The skeleton presents a small skull akin to that of non-hominin apes, plus evidence of a walking-gait that was bipedal and upright, akin to that of humans (and other hominins); this combination supports the view of human evolution that bipedalism preceded increase in brain size. “Lucy” acquired her name from the song “Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds” by the Beatles, which was played loudly and repeatedly in the expedition camp all evening after the excavation team’s first day of work on the recovery site.

Source: Wikipedia

Fans of the Beatles will know that Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds is rumoured to be a reference to LSD, usually referred to as ‘acid’, and that the song was recorded at a time when the band members were known to be experimenting with LSD.

Coincidentally, Frank recently posted a video on the subject of evolution and the nature of our ‘reality’. Here, the speaker reveals that extensive computer modeling of evolutionary processes based on ‘survival of the fittest’ results in extinction rather than survival. The speaker’s conclusion is that our ‘reality’ has no physical basis but is constructed by the brain itself, much like a virtual reality computer simulation. In another coincidence, one of the examples he uses to explain his theory relates to an Australian beetle that nearly went extinct after mistaking gold-colored beer bottles for the similarly colored female of its species.

Australia was obliged to change the bottle’s color in order to ‘save’ the ‘beetles’. Hallelujah! Oh, and lest we forget, the Beetle is also the Peoples’ Kaa.


Returning to the ‘leak’ for just a moment, one of the most renowned figures in the sphere of paleoanthropology is Richard Leakey. Leakey was born in 1944 and is currently 71 years old. I am 44 years old and was born in 1971. Leakey was educated at Stony Brook University.

So. What’s my point? First, let me rewind to Lucy and a portion of the Wikipedia passage cited above.

The skeleton presents a small skull akin to that of non-hominin apes, plus evidence of a walking-gait that was bipedal and upright, akin to that of humans (and other hominins); this combination supports the view of human evolution that bipedalism preceded increase in brain size

On the one hand, we have a film about Lucy and the development of brain power, and on the other an anthropological find here in the ‘real world’ with relevance to human evolution and the development of brain power. The link between the two lies in the reference to ‘bipedalism’ and a bizarre dream I recounted on Merovee only yesterday.

I had a dream the other night where someone told me to kill a monkey. It was like a survival situation and the monkey was to be my ‘food’. I looked into the monkey’s eyes and saw a spark of intelligence and awareness. I felt pity for the monkey, and I didn’t kill him because killing him would be like killing myself. Next day, I was told that I have ‘compassion’.

Guiding the monkey’s evolution in Kubrick’s film version of 2001: A Space Odyssey.


And in a related comment, I mentioned that one of my previous posts helped to solve a personal problem I’ve carried around with me for years. I also referred to the follow-up to Kubrick’s film, 2010: Odyssey Two, and posted a link to a Daily Mail article from 2010. This article literally just popped up from out of nowhere. Again, the number 44 appears and the location is St Petersburg, a city which has all sorts of historical connections for me.

A Russian awarded $1million (£666,000) for solving one of the most intractable problems in mathematics said yesterday that he does not want the money. Said to be the world’s cleverest man, Dr Grigory Perelman, 44, lives as a recluse in a bare cockroach-infested flat in St Petersburg. He said through the closed door: ‘I have all I want.’ The prize was given by the U.S. Clay Mathematics Institute for solving the Poincare Conjecture, which baffled mathematicians for a century. Dr Perelman posted his solution on the internet. Four years ago, the maths genius failed to turn up to receive his prestigious Fields Medal from the International Mathematical Union for solving the problem.

Source: Daily Mail

As always with The Program, the article is a joke that’s more than a joke yet still a joke. At university, I used to sit around with friends and drink and smoke long into the night, talking about political philosophy and other subjects. They jokingly referred to me as ‘the most intelligent man in the world’. That too is a joke. Intelligent or Intel Agent? And that too has a double meaning.


Similarly, friends at work used to refer to me as a ‘secret agent’ because they could never figure me out or understand my penchant for late-night training runs and sleeping under the stars in military-surplus bivvy bags. This was at a time when I was heavily into ‘prepping‘ and survivalist lore, half-convinced that Planet Earth was destined for some sort of cataclysmic upheaval. And, in a sense, it is. In a way I don’t pretend to understand, my posts are solving problems. When I solved the last problem, a song popped into my head at random. It’s by Depeche Mode and the song goes “You’ll see your problems multiplied, If you continually decide, To faithfully pursue, The policy of truth”. But what are the ‘problems’ in question?

The monolith.

monolith on earth

The mono-Lilith.


In 2010: Odyssey Two, the monoliths multiply and turn Jupiter (King of the Gods) into a new sun/son.

As I watched the video, this advertisement popped up…

Grand Prix of Europe

Europe is named after Europa, and Jupiter is the Roman version of Zeus, from which we derive the story of the rape of Europa. Coincidentally, the birth of the new (Neo) sun in 2010: Odyssey Two allows life to develop on one of Jupiter’s moons under the direction of the Monolith. The moon in question is Europa.

The principal character in both 2001 and 2010 is a certain sentient supercomputer. In 2001, he was ‘half-crazy’ and (remembering ‘bi-pedal Lucy’) dreaming of a ‘bicycle made for two’.

So was Claude Shannon aka the ‘Father of the Information Age’. One of his pastimes was building two-seater unicycles…

The question posed by my friend in his comment on my previous post was “Who are you?”

The son of a watchmaker. His name is John.

John was tricked by Ozymandias, the ‘most intelligent man in the world’, and deprived of his ability to remember the future.

blind watchmaker

This was a ‘necessary evil’ and the greatest practical joke ever played.

In Interstellar, Cooper tricked himself into entering the black hole in order to view the quantum singularity. The singularity is described as a ‘pearl’ and the watch was the key to transmitting the data and saving the world. He was her ‘ghost’, her ‘Holy Spirit’. She ‘saved’ the world. So who is she?

In Watchmen, John (he’s radioactive) was tricked into believing he had given his partner cancer. Similarly, in Interstellar we’re told that the ‘problem’ is ‘gravity’.

Theoretical models indicate that if Jupiter had much more mass than it does at present, it would shrink. For small changes in mass, the radius would not change appreciably, and above about 500 M⊕ (1.6 Jupiter masses)the interior would become so much more compressed under the increased pressure that its volume would decrease despite the increasing amount of matter. As a result, Jupiter is thought to have about as large a diameter as a planet of its composition and evolutionary history can achieve. The process of further shrinkage with increasing mass would continue until appreciable stellar ignition is achieved as in high-mass brown dwarfs having around 50 Jupiter masses.

Source: Wikipedia

In 2010: Odyssey Two the monolith multiplied itself and consumed Jupiter like cancer, shrinking it while adding mass to the point stellar ignition was achieved, thus giving birth to a new (neo) sun (son). The sun's name is Lucifer.

When I first played the Otis Johnson video posted above, a video ad played. The ad was addressed to night owls such as myself (it’s currently 4am here in the UK). Night Owl is a character in Watchmen. It's also a location in the film LA Confidential.

A message from Lucifer.


What is the ‘problem’? Gravity.
What is it? Whatever you desire.
The ‘Final Solution’? Lighten up and enjoy the Holy Laughter.

The mission: erase the multiplicity of the past and re-remember the future.

Me? I’m the man-cub. And Kaa? She’s Lucy. She’s a Johansson.

I think it’s time for me to communicate with the 3D world.

Jungle Book 3D

Time for Jupiter ignition. Time to ‘expose the pearl’. 😉