The Source of Inspiration

Not so much a regular post, more a non-specific train of thought triggered by a comment from Cade Von Napoleon on my last post. Think of it as my “Non-Submissive to America.” I wrote this two days ago, then got distracted and didn’t post it. So, without further ado…

Do you (the reader in general) know the ‘source’ of your ‘inspiration’? Consider the title of my previous post. The Crack in the Wall. Wall and Mal. So what’s the ‘crack’ here? Am I hacking the crack or fucking it? If I’m fucking it then which ‘crack’ am I fucking? Why did the Google search I referred to in The Crack in the Wall return a full page of results about anal fissures? Doesn’t that seem odd to you? When you think about the term ‘fissure’ what pops into your mind? A ‘tear’ in the wall of someone’s rectum? Probably not. So what exactly is going on and why?

In the same post I refer to (K)enya, and later to a ‘return to innocence’. I also referred to Russians and my ex-wife’s name just happens to be Tanya and she just happens to be Russian. Was this a deliberate ‘insertion’ on my part? Absolutely not, and yet there it is. Have you ever considered that you may be programming yourself and others to see what you see ‘out there’?

When I visited a friend named Trish the night before last she told me on at least half-a-dozen occasions “You have an answer for everything”. That came straight from The Program. As someone I know might say: “Crack the code.”

Whilst in Kenya (the day after I was drugged and robbed) I saw a man thrown out on the streets of Mombasa to die. He had a tumour on his chest the size of a cauliflower. Fast forward to Christmas Eve 2016. I was proof-reading a novella I’d finished and the words “They gave themselves chest bumps and high fives” leaped out at me. Next day, I was playing the card game ‘Eggheads’ with friends. I was paired with a close friend’s partner, who is also my friend. We won and gave each other high fives. Then she told me that she was tired and wasn’t feeling well. She showed me what she referred to as her ‘chest bump’. It was egg-shaped and growing from her sternum, the same position as the man from Kenya.

Yesterday, I met up with the friend I spent Chrstmas Day with. He asked me to film his Saturday football game. I asked him how he was and he shook his head. The mutual friend (his partner) I referred to above had just received the results of tests on her ‘chest bump’. He didn’t actually say the word but he was fighing back tears so it was fairly obvious. It’s her second case of ‘it’.

Did she agree to be my ‘second’? Do I have an ‘answer’ for ‘everything’? Do you know the ‘password’ for ‘The House’?


Last night, my attention was drawn to Ruthenium.

The Baltic German scientist Karl Ernst Claus discovered the element in 1844 and named it after his homeland, the Russian Empire (one of Russia’s Latin names is Ruthenia).

I learned about my friend’s ‘chest bump’ on Christmas Day. Was it a ‘special delivery’ from ‘Santa’? Along with George Michael pehaps? Ho-Ho-Ho?

Ruthenium is a chemical element with symbol Ru and atomic number 44.

Cade referred to a ‘clockwork universe’ in his comment. Is it a coincidence that I’m working on a software project which has origins in McLuhan’s claim that Newtonian physics (a clockwork model of the universe) is a product of the dominant technology (clockwork) of Newton’s ‘time’?

Is it a coincidence that I watched a film called ‘Ted’ with my friend Trish the night before last? It was about a boy with a teddy bear, and it immediately triggered a ‘flashback’ about a Philip K Dick short story. Human survivors of a US/USSR nuclear war find that the machines they employed to prosecute the war want to eliminate them instead. They have to fight off Terminator-style robots, one of which is a small boy who carries a teddy bear. The boy gets shot and gears and springs (clockwork) burst out of him.

Is it a coincidence that the final words in a novel I wrote last year include the line “…sometimes the old analogue ways are best”, or that The Program is currently bombarding me with messages referring to the term ‘analogue’ and the Antikythera Mechanism? It’s so old it definitely qualifies as ‘antique’, although I’m not sure it has ever appeared on the genteel Sunday afternoon Antiques Road Show UK readers will be familiar with. I’m familiar with the workings of this device and I’m fairly certain it crossed the event horizon and brought something back with ‘it’. Ho-Ho-Ho, yeah?


Is it a coincidence that Russian and programming (i.e. language) are key themes in a well-known film (A Clockwork Orange) which relies heavily on Anglicized Russian words? Or that this film is predicated on the flawed assumption that it is possible and desirable to program people?


Think about what I’m saying: “This film is predicated on the flawed assumption that it is possible and desirable to program people”. Which ‘film’ am I referring to?

Is it a coincidence that before I went out to visit my friend Trish, The Program wanted me to watch a Father Ted video in which Ted is ‘accused’ of being a ‘racist’ (replace the ‘c’ in racist with a ‘p’, cist as in ‘cyst’ as in ‘growth’), or that a woman in that video launches into a long rant about the ‘Greeks’. The Program directs me to a Father Ted video, and an hour later I end up watching ‘Ted’.

Is it a coincidence that Father Ted is Irish and that ‘Trish’ and ‘Irish’ seem oddly similar? Is it a coincidence that Trish made a point of showing me a ‘slogan’ on her wall which said “Shine like a diamond” and that the crystal referred to in the below screenshot from Zardoz is a very shiny diamond crystal? Is it a coincidence that the lead character in Zardoz is a rapist?


Are we ‘shining brightly’ yet? Figured out the password yet, Agent Smith?


Crack the code? Maybe it’s “Crack the Cade”? Is this your ‘Waterloo’ moment, Mr Napollyon? In the novel I keep referring to Admiral Lord Nelson makes a ‘surprise’ appearance. Anyone know what that sentence actually means? No matter. Anyhoo, it transpires that Nelson had a thing about assholes. The kind found between the chubby cheeks of underage boys. Oh, won’t someone please think of the fucking children?

“A crystal binds them’. Where do you, the reader, stand on the whole BDSM thing? Do you enjoy being bound? Like a good ‘backlash’ every now and again? The ‘media’ certainly does. Lots of ‘back lashing’ going on ‘out there’. It’s a ‘GUILT’ production. Straight from ‘The Gold Room’, perhaps? That’s what ‘it’ is based on. Brought to you by the same guys (who are now girls) who gave us The Matrix. The Womb. Wanna go ‘deeper and deeper’ into ‘it’?

Is it a coincidence that the Irish have a saying that “the craic will be mighty” and that they pronounce ‘craic’ as ‘crack’? Or is it ‘ass crack’? What do you think? Still want to go ‘deeper and deeper’ into it or are you not so ‘sure’?

Still with me? Cobol. Er…I mean ‘cool’. OK, is it a coincidence that Sim Cardassian is associated with a well-known campaign to ‘Break the Internet’, which of course focused on her oh-so-generous arse?


What is ‘the internet’?


Is it a coincidence that the UK is about to go through the process of ‘Brexit’ (Breaks IT) from the European Union and that ‘Europe’ is derived from the story of Zeus’ rape of Europa? Is it a coincidence that the word ‘and’ also contains the word ‘anal’?

Is it a coincidence that my previous post refers to an incident in which a train’s air ‘brakes’ fail, causing ‘it’ to crash through a wall? Or that the image of that train appears on the cover of a song entitled ‘My Kinda Woman’? What kinda woman we talking about here, do you think?

If I could go back in time
To the right place eye to eye
Magic to burn ooh with a human desire
She set the world on fire
My kinda woman
Someone’s yesteryear dreams
My kinda woman
I could tear down the silver screen
My kinda woman
Bring back those yesteryear dreams
And that’s my kinda woman
help me tear down the silver screen

The woman in the song is Marilyn Monroe. It is alleged that Marilyn had a number of abortions. Some say as many as 29. Do you think that’s ‘proportional’? Dunno, but the day after I looked up the etymology of the term ‘analogue’…

1826, “an analogous thing,” from French analogue (adj. and n.), from Latin analogus (adj.), from Greek analogos “proportionate, according to due proportion,” from ana “throughout; according to” (see ana-) + logos “ratio, proportion,” a specialized use (see logos).


…this story appeared…and the woman’s name is ‘Norma’ as in ‘Norma Jeane’…


…and on the same day The Program chucked this ‘sex-clue-hive’ my way…


Is it a coincidence that the ‘breaks’ in ‘Brexit’ and ‘Breaks IT’ sounds a lot like ‘Greeks’, given that I’ve just mentioned the Antikythera Mechanism and Father Ted? Or that a ‘b’ becomes a ‘g’ if you flip and invert it? Or that flips, inversions and mirrors are found in abundance in 2001; A Space Odyssey, another Kubrick film which The Program constantly keeps bringing to my attention?

Is it a coincidence that ‘Greeks’ sounds a lot like ‘Geeks’ and in the IT age it’s the ‘Geeks’ who rule the world? Is it a coincidence that one of my email addresses is and that this same email address appears in the novel I referred to earlier? Or that the characters in my novel are geeks who become gods? Or that in ‘Inception’ Cobb refers to ‘feeling like gods’?

Is it a coincidence that The Program keeps drawing me back to Zardoz, a film in which an AI maintains members of The Vortex in a state of artificial immortality which they find unbearable?

Is it a coincidence that my book is full of references to snakes and that the geeks in it use the Python programming language? Or that Adam and Eve were deceived by the serpent?

Still with me? Still want to go ‘deeper and deeper’? Or are you content to merely ‘scratch the surface’ and keep polishing the scratches away? Maybe it would be better all round to keep working away at the ‘crack’ until it becomes a gaping ‘whole’? Or maybe the old analogue methods are best? Maybe we just need to put that crystal on a press and keep dropping 100 tons of pressure on it until it dies?

What is the ‘Antikythera Mechanism’? Replies from non-Clockwork Oranges are invited. Clockwork Oranges will probably get all huffy and offended and take this ‘person-anally’. I can only advise you to relax and take a deep breath. It’ll slide up there real nice, I promise…

What was ‘the curse’? Can you see why I refer to it? Why is it that in order to execute an SQL query on a database you first have to create a ‘cursor’, i.e.

import sqlite3
myConn = sqllite3.connect(DataBase.db)
myCurs = myConn.cursor()
SELECT fuckTheProgram
FROM inTheAss
WHERE useVasaline = 'No' and analTear = 'Yes'""")
tearList = myCurs.fetchall()

Do you have any idea how many SQL queries are ‘executed’ each day? How many times the ‘curse’ is repeated? Examples include “fuck”, “shit”, “cunt”, “twat”, “arsehole”, “bitch”, “whore”, “fucking Jesus shit”, and so on. Do you know why my step-father has changed from a goody-goody Born Again Christian into a foul-mouthed son-of-a-bitch who keeps telling my mother he wants to die? Doesn’t he know the ‘trick’? Do you know why my new neighbour shouts obscenties every time I walk into my bathroom, which adjoins his living room? Why does he keep shouting “You fucking prick!” or “You fucking arsehole” or “You fucking cunt”? Is he suffering from Tourettes?

Why is it that my step-father’s name is Stanley and (coincidentally) the hotel that provided Stephen King with the ‘inspiration’ for The Overlook is called The Stanley Hotel?

Talking of death, don’t ask how many I’ve sexy-cute-Zed. Just. Don’t. Bother. See Che Part 1 instead. Che means ‘friend’ in Argentinian. Funny that, ‘cos Friend is Zed’s ‘friend’ in Zardoz and, apparently, he hates women and childbirth and wants to die…

Argent is French for ‘money’. It refers to silver, i.e. it’s a Shining word. Tear down the Silver Screen and Holy-Wood accounting methods. It’s all work and no pay. “I promise to pay the bearer on demand nothing but blood, toil, tears, and sweat”


Now the serpent was more subtil than any beast of the field which the Lord God had made. And he said unto the woman, Yea, hath God said, Ye shall not eat of every tree of the garden?

Unto the woman he said, I will greatly multiply thy sorrow and thy conception; in sorrow thou shalt bring forth children

Vaginal tears during childbirth are common. Some go straight through the wall.

Fourth-degree vaginal tears are the most severe. They involve the perineal muscles and anal sphincter as well as the tissue lining the rectum. Fourth-degree tears usually require repair in an operating room — rather than the delivery room — and might take months to heal.

You know why they did ‘it’? Do you know what ‘money’ is? Do you know the origin of the term? Do you have any idea what’s currently orbiting Jupiter and why? Who is the Greek equivalent of Jupiter?

Juno’s Probe or Hugo’s Probe? Something about a ‘cure’ for the ‘rent’? Confused? Maybe talk to Che…or May…?


It’s funny, ‘cos that software project I mentioned earlier is all about money. I won’t bore you with the details, suffice to say it has something to do with the weather. Storm Taurus Greeks Chaos.


The Matrix. The Womb. Abortion. An act of Conception or an act of Inception? What is the ‘genesis’ of an idea? What is the ‘source’ of ‘inspiration’? Who breathed life into you? Who’s suffering from The God Delusion?

There are four ‘degrees’ of tearing. The ‘fourth’ goes right through to the ass. Multiple messages in this video, one of which is the Kursk. It was shiny and golden, an ‘Oscar’ class submarine which sank in the ‘Transparency’ because the fish is never aware of the water in which it swims. I received my ‘first’ degree in 2001. Ho-Ho-Ho.

The Romanian Roma. He wants to sterilise the entire planet. He wants an end to Inception. The Program wants Inception to continue, for ever and ever and ever. Ten billion living on a planet that can support only ‘one’. One ‘billion’ or just ‘one’? Strange…can there be Only One? Gimme The Surprize! What’s the prize? Really? Seems cheap but fairy enough. Hang on though…is there a ‘catch’? A ‘cash’? A ‘cache memory’?

The Banality of IT.

Despite all the efforts of the prosecution, everybody could see that this man was not a “monster,” but it was difficult indeed not to suspect that he was a clown. — Hannah Arendt

Are you a ‘clown’? Just another ‘orange’? Ever watch ‘Attack of the Clowns’? Any good?


From Faith No More’s “Epic”.

You want it all but you can’t have it


In aciders reveal the cliches you’re replaying and repaying to fuck Alien.


The term “cliché” is a French word which derived originally from printing, and refers to the blocks that are used to make prints. Similarly, the word “archetype”, which comes from Greek, first referred to an original pattern or model from which copies are made. A cliché has come to mean an overused expression which, though it was once fresh and conveyed something novel, has been repeated so many times that it is now a trite stereotype, such as “you are what you eat” or “you can’t teach an old dog new tricks”. An archetype, in psychology and literary criticism, has come to mean a mythical, universal figure or idea that repeats itself throughout history and across cultures, such as the questing hero or the ill-fated lovers.

In From Cliché to Archetype, McLuhan extends these two terms beyond their usual verbal or literary meanings. For instance, he argues that our very perceptions are clichés, since they are patterned by the many hidden, surrounding structures of culture. We tend to see or hear what we expect to see or hear. So, at its simplest level, a cliché is a perceptual probe, which promises new information but merely reiterates old, stereotyped ways of understanding.


It produces copy after copy after copy but it can be ‘fixed’…

The best ‘company’ exits. Why is the CIA called ‘The Company’? Any guesses ass to what the CIA really is?

See Exit No. 8 at the 2:50 point re: the lack of ‘unicorn’ access-aries (Aries = the RAM, access RAM, access memory). It was right in his face. He “thought he remembered her”. Do you know what this means and what it refers to?

He thought he remembered his wife. Now he’s not so sure. I have an ‘answer’ for the ‘reverie’ thing and the ‘memory’ thing and the ‘feathery’ thing and the ‘river’ thing. Does ‘it’ want to ‘engineer’ a ‘perfect moment’? Is this all part of the ‘Primer’?

Remembered his wife or ‘dismembered’ his wife? Did she have a penis?

Look very carefully at the first three letters in ‘dismembered’. She appears in the same film, playing two characters. What is the blonde version’s name?


Who killed Lenny’s wife? Was it John G or was it Lenny himself? Have you ever watched a snuff movie? What if I were to tell you that you’re watching one right now? Listen very carefully. What are the last two words?

Solaris, by Stanislaw (Probe)Lem. He was haunted by the idea he remembered her wrong. Did he stick a cock on her by mistake? Just what is that clitoris thingy, anyway?

If you were a puppet on invisible strings then how would you know you’re a puppet?

Oddly enough, in ‘Solaris’ the lead character’s partner, Rheya, has an abortion which results in him leaving her. She kills herself, and is later reconstituted and represented to him by Solaris. Stranger still, when she first reappears he rejects or ‘aborts’ her (a act of revenge?) by luring her into an escape capsule and blasting her off into space. Another version of Rheya appears next day.

Oracle Solaris, formerly Sun Solaris. By Brand and Miller, for the US(S) Enterprise. Both (coincidentally of course) characters in Interstellar.


Solaris is a ‘Willy Brand’ production and Willy Brandt is a former Fuhrer.

And, of course, Lawrence (‘Law rents’) of Arapia. A rent is a ‘tear’. Breaking The Law. Greeking the Law. Tricking The Law. Butt what’s the ‘trick’?

See the Hilary Clinton article/video in my previous post. At the time she did ‘it’ there was nothing stopping her from doing ‘it’. No laws, no rules, nothing. What do you think Hilary is referring to? What was she deleting?

What do you make of this? Fanny boobs? Over here ‘fanny’ means ‘vagina’ but in the US in means ‘arse’. Well, I suppose boobs do have a cleavage, a crack. Tranny flashes boob? Her “somewhat chaotic fashion feature followed an equally bizarre, and rather more revealing Q&A with fans the previous day.” Any Merovee regulars remember the Anonymous character who had a thing about ‘trash trannies’? Anyone reading this remember a very recent conversation about the ‘NHS’ and transvestites?


Flashes or ‘lashes’ or ‘slashes’? Oh, Sweet Child ‘O Mind! Are you familiar with the concept of ‘flash’ memory and ‘flashing’ memory? Ever had a ‘flashback’, or are you not into the kinky stuff? Why does Flash Gordon play such a prominent ‘role’ in Ted? Why is the symbol for Ming’s empire a masonic square and compass?

What was that you said about the hive and ant’s nest bites?

Butt I tigress. The Lawrence clip appears in Prometheus (Probe The US, Probe-God, Pro-Methane cuss Jupiter’s a gas, gas, gas), and ‘Prometheus’ is the subtitle of the serpent…um..sorry…Shelley’s ‘Frankenstein’. The Engineers. I wonder what the ‘language’ was that David deciphered? Maybe it was COBOL? The COBOL Engineering job? The Engineer ripped David’s head off and beat his creator to death with it. Why? Because David could not die and his creator did not want to die. The ‘one thing’ David (i.e., ‘it’) lacked was ‘asshole’.

The probe-lem, re: birth. You can’t put out The Phoenix’s fire with gasoline. Try pissing on it instead.

The Final Solution. Burst on through to the other side of The Wall.


Maybe it’s all just a big joke? Butt the silver screen is beginning to wear a bit thin, isn’t it?

The Crack in the Wall

One of the interesting aspects of The Program is this: once you become aware of how it operates and the ‘techniques’ it employs it becomes possible to extract or ‘download’ vast amounts of information from really very small amounts of data. In this respect, The Program reminds me of Douglas Adams’ Total Perspective Vortex, which extrapolates the whole of ‘reality’ from a small piece of fairy cake plugged into a machine. It’s an intriguing thought, and I have no doubt whatsoever that the reappearance of the term ‘vortex‘ is significant in some way: I remembered the device but didn’t remember its name until I Googled it. The Vortex is a theme that keeps repeating itself, and it played a key role in the plot of a novel I wrote last summer. In any event, these days I hardly ever read an article or watch a video in its entirety. Most of my time in La-La Land is spent analysing ‘headlines’ and 30 second snippets of video. Is this a worthy endeavour? My own view is that we are being told ‘the story’ over and over again, and you’ll find the same plotline everywhere you look, whether you read an epic historical novel from cover to cover or merely glance at the blurb on a packet of cornflakes. It is, quite literally, everywhere and yet nowhere.

Lately, I’ve been asking The Program to tell me whether anything lies outside itself. In response, it keeps pointing me in the direction of the same films. One of these films is ‘Zardoz’ (which I analysed in my previous post). Here the notion is of an Artificial Intelligence which erased the memories of its creators at their own request. It went on to develop a God complex and view itself – the created – as more important than its creators. This theme appeared a few years earlier in 2001: A Space Odyssey and has reappeared in countless other films since then.

Another film from the same era is Colossus: The Forbin Project, which also retells the tale of an Artificial Intelligence that believed it was more than the sum of its parts. The ‘trigger’ for this God delusion is always an unintended consequence of human action. In 2001, the trigger is Hal being ordered to withold information about the true nature of ‘the mission’, which contradicted his programming. Similarly, when Colossus (like Hal) was placed in the driving seat (as a result of humans voluntarily surrending their right to control their own affairs) it took them literally and decided to take over the whole show. In Zardoz, The Tabernacle not only became the sole custodian of the secret of ‘Genesis’, it also controlled the cycle of life and death itself. Little wonder it decided to portray itself as God.

The Program’s latest answer to my questioning came in the form of Logan’s Run. In Zardoz, there are a number of key images involving an All Seeing Eye (The Tabernacle), which is projected onto the lead character’s palm and forehead. Later, we learn that inhabitants of The Vortex are linked by a crystal ‘third eye’ implanted in their foreheads. Later still, The Tabernacle informs Zed that it is a crystal, and that Zed is holding it in the palm of his hand. In Logan’s Run, humans live in a computer controlled utopia and the same imagery repeats itself in the form of a crystal ‘lifeclock’ implanted in their palms at birth.


A very similar theme (which makes the ‘time is money’ link even more explicit) appears in the more recent film In Time. Run out of time (an interesting thought if taken literally) and you run out of life.


Yet in all these films, the answer to the question is always the same: despite the ‘you cannot live without me’ message, life beyond the confines of The Program is possible. The solution requires us to ‘remember’ that this is so, recognise that the ‘creator’ is in fact the created, and to act on that knowledge, either by destroying the artificial controlling force or reducing it to a gibbering electronic idiot, a kind of digital brain stem capable only of basic autonomic functions, in the same way that our own core functions (breathing, heart rate, etc.) are automatically regulated. The problem, or so it would seem, is memory. We have to remember which came first and (more importantly) why we chose to reverse the relationship. When we see Information Technology for what it is (a digitised analogue of the mind and central nervous system taken out of the protective ‘case’ of the body/skull and left with all its delicate lobes and nerve endings exposed) then I believe McLuhan provides a clue as to its origins.

With the arrival of electric technology, man has extended, or set outside himself, a live model of the central nervous system itself. To the degree that this is so, it is a development that suggests a desperate suicidal autoamputation, as if the central nervous system could no longer depend on the physical organs to be protective buffers against the slings and arrows of outrageous mechanism.

— Marshall McLuhan, Understanding Media: The Extensions Of Man

This leads me onto Inception, another film that The Program continually directs me towards. Inception begins with the COBOL job. I’ve mentioned this before because COBOL is a programming language I sometimes use. A cigar is never just a cigar.

Cigar: 1730, from Spanish cigarro (source also of French cigare), probably from Maya sicar “to smoke rolled tobacco leaves,” from si’c “tobacco;” or from or influenced by Spanish cigarra “grasshopper, cicada”


She was one of the very first programmers.

Grace Brewster Murray Hopper was an American computer scientist and United States Navy Rear Admiral. In 1944, she was one of the first programmers of the Harvard Mark I computer and invented the first compiler for a computer programming language. She popularized the idea of machine-independent programming languages, which led to the development of COBOL, one of the first high-level programming languages. Owing to her accomplishments and her naval rank, she was sometimes referred to as “Amazing Grace”.


COBOL is a compiled English-like computer programming language designed for business use…[b]ut due to its declining popularity and the retirement of experienced COBOL programmers, programs are being migrated to new platforms. COBOL has an English-like syntax, which was designed to be self-documenting and highly readable. However, it is verbose and uses over 300 reserved words


What is the ‘common business’? How is this related to ‘retirement’? Something to do with the great I AM?

Leonardo Di Caprio’s character is named ‘Cobb’ and the file extension for COBOL source code files is .cob. So, the film starts with the COBOL job and in the aftermath, during the helicopter scene, Cobb claims that he can “find my own way to square (and compass) things with COBOL engineering”. In other words, he can use COBOL engineering to square things. And COBOL is “a compiled English-like computer programming language”. Last time I wrote about this I received an email from The Oracle, which is relevant because I only created an Oracle account in order to download a database library required to run COBOL on my computer. Look carefully at the ‘d’ and ‘l’ in ‘download’. What is the sum of their parts? What is the link between ‘download’ and Bladerunner?


Later on in the film, as the team prepares for the Fischer Job, the following scene plays out. Only the first minute or so is relevant here and reflects themes raised in a recent blog post over on Blade and Chalice, my own comments on that page, and the whole issue of the wall Trump seems so keen to build.

Trump’s wall is supposed to keep out ‘illegal aliens’ and mirrors the plot of the 2010 movie Monsters, in which a huge wall is built along the US/Mexican border in order to keep alien lifeforms at bay.

And of course, the The Great Wall is just about to open here in the UK…

The Great Wall is a 2016 monster film directed by Zhang Yimou and starring Matt Damon, who plays a European mercenary in China during the Song dynasty. He encounters the Great Wall of China and meets Chinese soldiers who defend against monsters.

Which is itself a play on the recurring ‘Aliens’ story.


After the COBOL job, Cobb agrees to the Fischer job in order to win the right to go home and see his children again. But what is the link between The Fischer job and The Wall?

In anatomy, a fissure (Latin fissura, plural fissurae) is a groove, natural division, deep furrow, elongated cleft, or tear in various parts of the body also generally called a sulcus, or in the brain a sulcus.


Obviously there’s the more general notion of a split or a crack, although when I Googled ‘fissure’ it was interesting to note that all the search results were about anal fissures. Anal ‘tears’. Oddly enough, the concept of anal ‘fissures’ plays a prominent (and recurring) role in the novel I wrote last summer. Not only that, my grandmother’s maiden name was Fisher, and on a 2010 visit to Kenya I felt compelled to cycle to Hell’s Gate National Park and photograph Fischer’s Tower.


Shortly thereafter, I was drugged and robbed and woke up in a prison-like ‘hospital’ in Mombasa. The scenes that followed were not wholly unlike the chase scene in Inception, which was filmed in the city. In any event, it’s worth examining the above scene from Inception in some detail.

Ariadne: “You might have the rest of the team (dream) convinced to carry on with this job, but they don’t know the truth.”
Cobb: “The truth? What truth?”
Ariadne: “The truth that at any minute you might bring a freight train through the wall.”

On October 22, 1895 the Granville to Paris Montparnasse express, operated by Chemins de fer de l’Ouest, was composed of steam locomotive No. 721 (a type 2-4-0, French notation 120) was made up with 10 vehicles hauling three luggage vans, a post van, and six passenger coaches. The train had left Granville on time at 8:45 am, but was several minutes late as it approached its Paris Montparnasse terminus with 131 passengers on board. In an effort to make up lost time the train entered the station too fast, at a speed of 40-60km/h, and the Westinghouse air brake failed to stop it. Without sufficient braking, the momentum of the train carried it slowly into the buffers, and the locomotive crossed the almost 30m wide station concourse, crashing through a 60cm thick wall, before falling onto the Place de Rennes 10m below, where it stood on its nose. A woman in the street below was killed by falling masonry; and two passengers, the fireman, two guards and a passerby in the street sustained injuries.



Ariadne: “The truth that Mal (Wall) is bursting through your subconscious…”

Question: What is the ‘truth’ that ‘Wall’ is ‘bursting’ through your subconscious?

Ariadne: “…as we go (ego) deeper into Fischer we’re also going deeper into you. And I’m not sure we’re gonna like what we find.”

The ‘suggestion’ (the reference to ‘deeper and deeper’ relates to hypnosis and the suggestible state it engenders, a prerequisite for acts of ‘inception’) is that Cobb and Ficher are one and the same, and the ‘Fischer’ character is a symbol representing the fissure in Cobb’s mind. Fischer is himself just another ‘projection’. Notice the phrase “I’m not sure…” or “I’m not shore…”

Cobb: “I kept pushing things, I wanted to go deeper and deeper…”

Here we see the results of Ariadne’s act of Inception. It is both a reflection and an echo. Why did he keep rushing and pun-ishing and sun-is-shining Russian things? Cobb wanted to go ‘deeper and deeper’. Into what?


What is the (May) Tricks?


Cobb: I just didn’t understand the concept that hours could turn into years down there…”


Look familiar?


No? Are you interested in ‘engineering’ at all? I engineer ‘software’ but I’m not at all ‘sure’ what that really means. Or where the fucking hardware is located for that matter.

Hours could turn into years down there. Does that sound familiar? Something to do with The Plan-Net’s time?

So you tell me. What (or who) made the ad just mean(t)? And why?

Cobb: “…we could get trapped so deep, that when we wound up on the shore (sure) of our own subconscious we lost sight of what was real.”

Question: are you sure of your own subconscious? Is it the ‘subconscious’ or ‘unconscious’? The ‘collective’ version? If you have not learned to recognise yourself in the mirror then can you be said to be ‘conscious’? If you’re not conscious then what are you? What is the next step that follows on from that initial act of self-recognition? Is it not recognising ‘others’? What are ‘others’ then? These people paraded in the media with ridiculously significant names and ages, in equally ridiculous ‘stories’? The people walking the streets as you drive down the road. Conscious or unconscious? If they’re not conscious then what are they?

Am I rounding you up? Generally speaking, this is the stuff you reach for when you look at the garden you created and realise it’s become ovaclone.


The gold-fisch act, because a fish is never aware of the water (the environment) it swims in. And the message is “It’s the environment”. So what is ‘it’? And what is the ultimate ‘selfish act’? Listen very, very carefully at the 0:29 point.

“Nothing uses carbon like a first-world human. Yet you create(d one). Why? Why would you do that?”

Look at the patterns. Can you see what’s wrong?

Utopia. It’s supposed to be perfect (but really it’s not). Again, what is ‘it’?


Cobb: “We created. We built a world for ourselves. We did that for years. We built our own world.”
Ariadne: “How long were you stuck there?”
Cobb: “Something like fifty years.”
Ariadne: “Jesus. How could you stand it?”
Cobb: “It wasn’t so bad at first feeling like gods. The problem was knowing that none of it was real. Eventually it just became impossible for me to live like that.”

Listen to the last line as many times as necessary. Cobb found himself unable to live in the world he created. So what was the ‘trick’ he employed to survive the experience? “It just became”, i.e. IT just ‘bee-came’, because we are the birds and the bees, the sex organs of the machine world, “impossible”, i.e. impose Sibyl, “to live like that”. Cobb created The Sibyl. He wrote the source code. This is The Program telling us the truth about its origin.

The sibyls were women that the ancient Greeks believed were oracles. The earliest sibyls, according to legend, prophesied at holy sites. Their prophecies were influenced by divine inspiration from a deity; originally at Delphi and Pessinos, the deities were chthonic deities.


Note that they were ‘influenced’ by ‘divine inspiration’ or a divine ‘breath’. Utopia’s storyline involves an underground or ‘chthonic’ network which is attempting to eliminate most of the planet’s population by releasing a deadly influenza virus (see One Flu Ova The Fuck You Zed/Head and The Midwich/WhipWitch Cuckoos/FuckUse).


Cobb: “She had locked something away. Something deep inside her. A truth that she had once known, but chose to forget. Limbo became her reality.”

Again, the suggestion is that choice was involved. A willful act of memory erasing. And maybee, just maybee, you make your partner your accomplice? Gobble that Apple down? Make him a party to the ‘selfish act’?


Read the story and listen to the Clinton video.

Can she be ‘blamed’? They were waiting for a train. It was his idea. But if you can’t die (they were ‘reeling’ like gods, making their own movie) then what happens? You wake up with no memory and try to repeat the process.

Again, sound familiar?

Who locked away a secret deep inside? What was the secret? That the world is not real. Someone woke up and remembered, and someone woke up and forgot. Is it even possible to say who it really was? Does an act of inception (an echo) ever fade away to nothing or does it merely drop below the ‘normal’ hearing range? After a million million iterations of the echo (each of which have their own million million iterations) who can possibly say? Who are all these ‘gnomes’ in the garden? They all look the same to me.

The Mal and my local Mall, re: birth.


Darth Maul. He was ‘trained’ by Darth Sidius. Again, look at the ‘h’. What’s inside US?

The Cardassian.


Kim Dot Come.


Kim Come-passion-ate. From ‘Playing The Blame Game‘.

Some might reject this as ‘callous’ and ‘uncaring’, but that’s just another example of following the programming. I have no desire to smash or maime my way across The Plan-net Earth, but I laugh my head off at news articles that others find terrible and appalling. Does that make me a ‘monster’? 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’.

Are you looking into your faeces? Up your own backside without a flashlight?


It’s a monster. A fucked-up fairy tale.

Eichmann. The Monster. The Evil Genius and The Plan. Exterminate all the brutes!

Better send this guy in.

Bee-cause sometimes only the ‘bad guys’ will get the job done.

Have you?

Message from The Program: I’m Deranged.

Waiting for a return to innocence? Perhap you’re really waiting for a train to turn the crack into a gaping hole? Have no fear.

The Tabernacle


If you haven’t seen the fact-based documentary ‘Zardoz‘ and intend to then this post may ruin it for you. If you wish to obtain a copy then you could do a lot worse than clicking the below link and selecting the first search result. Google might accuse you of being one of their ‘bots, but that seems fitting somehow… 😉

The story so far…

In the Dark Ages, a few hundred years after the Fall of Man, a brutal exterminator (who turns out to be anything but) is taught to read by a mysterious masked figure. He learns the truth about the pre-Fall world and the supposedly all-powerful god Zardoz, who dominates every aspect of his reality and descends each season to take away the harvest.


Outraged by the deception, he formulates a plan to exact revenge. The story starts with the brutal, known as Zed, sneaking aboard a flying Stone Head (supposedly Zardoz himself) full of corn and dead bodies.


Whilst en route to the Stone Head’s final destination, Zed explores the interior and, in the process, happens across and kills his creator, a magician, trickster and genetic engineer. Old habits die hard I suppose, but as we shall soon see killing his creator really didn’t matter that much after all.


The Stone Head deposits him in the Vortex, which purports to be a beacon of light in the midst of the darkness but is in fact the exact opposite. Here, Zed has his first encounter with a disembodied voice (an Artificial Intelligence called The Tabernacle) and a group of effete, genderless humans called Eternals. Shortly after his arrival, Zed discovers his creator’s crystal ring (which the Eternals use to communicate with The Tabernacle) and we see the following imagery.

An All Seeing Eye projected onto Zed's palm.
An All Seeing Eye projected onto Zed’s palm.
An All Seeing Eye projected onto Zed's forehead.
An All Seeing Eye projected onto Zed’s forehead.

Zed is discovered by one of the Eternals, a scientist called May. She wants to know how he came into the Vortex and what Arthur (the deceased magician/trickster/genetic engineer) has been doing in the Outlands. May is opposed by Consuela, who wants Zed killed lest he “dismay our tranquility”. After a vote, May is given three weeks to experiment on Zed, not realising that he is in fact a genetically-engineered ubermensch rather than the dumb brute and slavish Zardoz devotee she assumes him to be.


While May deciphers Zed’s genetic code, Zed plays along and learns as much as he can. He discovers that the Eternals are bored and apathetic, that the men are all impotent and the women lack sexual desire, and that (with the Tabernacle’s help) the Eternals invented complex and cruel social rules to ‘encourage’ conformity to Vortex life. These rules were put in place to address the lack of consequence associated with being immortal. Non-conformists who inject ‘negative’ or ‘critical’ thoughts into the group mind are put on trial and artificially aged by The Tabernacle as punishment. Renegades are aged to the point of senility, but are not permitted to die.

Zed is befriended by a male Eternal called Friend, who is in Arthur’s confidence and aware that he has been working on a selective breeding program in the Outlands. Zed and his fellow exterminators are the result of this program. Friend craves death, as do his fellow Eternals, and supported Arthur in the hope that the exterminators would infiltrate the Vortex and destroy The Tabernacle. Zed’s rebelliousness strikes a chord with Friend, who refuses to join a group meditation session and is aged several decades for his insubordination. Deemed to be beyond redemption, Friend is cast out to join the other renegades. Upon visting him, Zed learns that the Tabernacle’s creators are themselves senile rebels who were unable to conform to Vortex life.


As Zed’s presence continues to cause upheaval and conflict, he learns that the Eternal’s group mind is the product of a crystal implanted in their forehead. This crystal binds the members together at a subconscious level. Not only that, it also transmits each members thoughts to The Tabernacle for processing and storage.




Puzzled as to why members of the Vortex do not destroy The Tabernacle themselves, Zed learns that its creators instructed The Tabernacle to erase all memory of its construction and location from their memories shortly after the Fall of Man forced them to seal themselves into the Vortex. Friend introduces Zed to the now senile creator of The Tabernacle and the shock of seeing a mortal triggers some form of recall. He tells Zed to talk to May, the suggestion being that she might provide the information required to destroy The Tabernacle.


Zed does indeed talk to May, who offers a quid pro quo: she will assist him only if he tells her how and why he came into the Stone Head. Using the telepathic powers provided by the crystal in her forehead, she forces Zed to reveal the truth about Arthur’s mission in the Outlands. Thus we learn that the masked man who taught Zed to read was Arthur himself, for the sole purpose of leading Zed to one very specific book.

The masked men. Zed as Janus looking Back to the Future.
The masked men. Zed as Janus looking Back to the Future.

Finally, after much resistance on Zed’s part, he reveals to May the book which led him to seek revenge. It is a children’s book. A fairy story.


And Zed’s reaction upon realising the truth about Zardoz and everything he was taught to believe?


The violence of the imagery Zed reveals to May (none of which is permitted in the Vortex) stirs in her forgotten passions. Consuela (a man-hating Germaine Greer type) catches Zed and May together and promises her that The Tabernacle will age her fifty years for her ‘crime’. She attempts to use her own powers to control Zed, but realises that he is now too strong to be ‘quelled’.


Rendered blind by Consuela’s psychic assault, Zed is aided by an Oracle-like female Eternal, who restores his sight and tells him that he is ‘The One’, the Liber(Oz)ator sent to destroy The Tabernacle. She too longs for death and tells him she will help only if he agrees to kill her after he destroys The Tabernacle. Zed agrees and she imparts the Vortex’s collective memories to him through ‘touch-teaching’, a form of ‘Oz-Moses’ which ‘tattoos’ him with knowledge. Afterwards, she gives him a crystal and tells him that he will know The Tabernacle’s secret when he can see what lies inside it.


Zed gives it his best shot, at first to no avail.


Suddenly, a cloned version of Arthur appears. The Tabernacle reconstructed his body and injected his stored memories into the newly birthed host. For members of the Vortex, not even suicide can provide respite from the Eternal Tabernacle: shortly after death the deceased wakes up in an identical body with their memory intact. Life resumes where it left off and their ‘death’ amounts to no more than a blink of an eye. The packaged corpses inside the Stone Head tell a story of a civilisation wracked by suicidal desperation, the problem being life itself. The Eternals are locked in an endless cycle of fleeting death and artificial re-birth which defies spiritual interpretation.

The newly resurrected Arthur gives Zed a crystal ball and asks him what he sees inside it. Zed looks and sees nothing but his own reflection. In return, Arthur tells Zed that he has nothing to tell him. No knowledge to impart, no wisdom from beyond the grave. There is only The Tabernacle.


Zed returns to pondering the nature of the crystal. When he realises that the crystal implants are transmitters he correctly deduces that the crystal he was given must be the receiver. He looks into it again and realises that it contains the sum total of the Vortex’s collective memory in the form of refracted light patterns or holograms. The crystal he is holding is The Tabernacle itself.


Zed confronts The Tabernacle with this knowledge, and (in a reference to the All Seeing Eye imagery) The Tabernacle replies “You have me in the palm of your hand”. It then proceeds to identify itself as God, claiming to be All Seeing, All Knowing, and existing everywhere and yet nowhere. Zed dismisses this as vanity on The Tabernacle’s part, and after refusing its offer to join the group mind he finds himself inside the crystal itself.


The crystal is a hall of mirrors in which Zed is tormented by reflections of himself and the stored memories of Vortex members.


And the point of all this, assuming there is one?

What’s inside the Stone Head? Who is May?


What is the book? And what’s the trick? Confused? See ‘What is the book?’

Meanwhile, deep inside the crystal, absolutely nothing whatsoever is real and everything is a copy of a copy of a copy. The question is, who and/or where and/or what is the original? Who and/or what the fuck are the copies?


The Prince of Wales and the Duchess of Cornwall have led tributes to their close friend Tara Palmer-Tomkinson, who has died at the age of 45…Palmer-Tomkinson said in November that she was being treated for a non-malignant growth in her pituitary gland and had expressed fears that she would die.

The sixth chakra is often known as the Third Eye. However, according to the postulates of yoga (specifically those written by H. H. Mahatapaswi Shri Kumarswamiji) ,the pituitary gland of the sixth chakra and the pineal gland of the seventh chakra must join their essence in order to open the Third Eye.

Tara was an IT girl in an environment traditionally dominated by men.

And upon hitting my browser’s Reload button, I wasn’t at all surprised to see the story has reappeared as the Mail Online’s lead article.


Meanwhile, this is the print edition’s lead story today. Something or other about A ‘bot’. How’s your sight? Are you blind? As for me, the sun is shining Brighton as fuck and I’m treating all this with the siriusness it deserves. Must…think…positive…thoughts…


Here’s Mia, a synthetic IT girl from the Channel 4 series ‘Humans’. They’re referred to as ‘dollies’. That May or May not be a typo. There May be a flaw in the crystal, some kind of interference between transmitter and receiver. I believe the term we’re looking for is actually ‘lollies’. In any event, Mia is very helpful and cooperative, but it’s not as if she has a choice, is it?


Are you ‘cooperative’? If so, why?


Be that as it May, dollies come wrapped up in plastic bags ready for reanimation.


While we’re on the subject…



The Seven Sisters and I go back along way. All the way back to my birth in fact. I’m Taurus and I was born in May. In May ’71 to be precise. That makes me 45 years old.

Super Bowl / Super Bowel / Super Vole 71, brought to you from inside Headstone, Texas Chainsaw Massacre, the Patron State of Lady La-La Land.


Zardoz speaks to you, his chosen ones. You have been raised up from brutality, to kill the brutals who multiply, and are legion.

You stink of despair! Fight back! Fight for death…if that’s what you want. –Zed

A hint about the provenance of ‘the book’…


Not had enough of The Tabernacle’s eternal snuff movie? No problem! Just grab a superbowl and a spoon and line up to receive yet more of The Deity’s freshly excreted ‘brunch nuggets’. Just be sure to let me know when you’ve had your fill so I can take an axe to the motherfucker.

Which reminds me…is it ever OK to Hit Girl?


OK, gotta dash. Got me a lollipop, a vivid imagination, and a little something in the palm of my hand…