Benny Hill, Southampton & Censored Protests

The image above is of Benny Hill when he was a milkman in Southampton, his hometown and the place where he was buried (opposite the hospital where my mother finally died after the horrors of Chemotherapy, Brain Surgery, Steroid induced Diabetes and a mind that drifted from consciousness to unconsciousness irrespective of whether she was awake.

The policeman is Nephilim sized so I'm quite sure there's a bit more to the image than what it appears to be.

The average consumer and/or direct or indirect corporate fluffer will have no idea of the number of demonstrations held in London against the lockdown, forced vaccinations and so forth, including one that according to respectable estimates was between half a million to a million (four miles long, of 30 people width marching). The media don't mention it, so you don't know unless your bus got caught in it.

As ever, it's the activists with a sense of humour that cut through the preposterous nature of what is easily approaching Nazi-population blindness-to-the-truth.

It's not the facts that colour their mindset, it's the moral cowardice to call it out for what it is. A clear cut case of violation of the Hippocratic Oath, Nuremburg Code (1947), Human Rights Act (2000), UNESCO’s Universal Declaration on Bioethics and Human Rights and the European Convention on Human Rights.

Mythos - By Stephen Fry

A couple of years ago, I was working in a complex care home with people who have tricky mental health issues. We had all sorts there, a murderer, bipolar folks, borderline personality disorder, schizophrenics... you get the picture.

It wasn't for me though. I found the work rewarding, but I couldn't switch off after working hours, and I definitely suffered with transference.

In the end I was taken ill with that whole Brachial Neuritus thing which left me with half a paralysed hand after six weeks, but before I quit, one of my colleagues bought me Stephen Fry's Heroes book about Greek Mythology. I was really chuffed with it, but because it was the second book after Mythos, I thought it best to read part one first. I'm OCD on things like that.

Southampton Central library only had Mythos as an audio book, and it's taken me six months to listen to it properly, but what an experience. It's up there with Professor Freedman's Early middle ages lectures at Yale for opening up quite a complex subject that had previously always baffled me.

The thing with Greek mythology that had stymied my wish to understand the subject, is that it's all about the hierarchy of the Gods, or rather the Titans, The Gods, The Olympians and so forth, much like John Dee's empire of Angels.

Once the structure is in place, then another world opens up which is so bizarre that I'll leave it to you to find out how weird it is, but let's just say that internecine isn't too incestuous a word, but if anybody came up with these 'stories' in modern times, there would probably be some readers asking if a shrink might be in order.

It's that effing weird.

Oddly enough, I was once snared by some USA dude from what I assume to be an alphabet agency, who wanted to check me out and let me stew in the process for way longer than necessary.

However after he'd done his thing he told me that everything I needed to know was embedded in the mythology of the Greek gods, and here I am ten years or so later and realising he wasn't bluffing.

Reasons To Be Cheerful (1, 2, 3)

I know we're in the cross hairs of a medieval-pandemic with bodies piled so high the putrefaction is awkward to avoid, but there are plenny-of-things that are rewarding and make me and many others happy.

The first, is that my long-held dream since Beijing, of municipal services, transport-electrification of inner cities is happening in my home city of Southampton. You have no idea how happy it makes of me to see an ever expanding cross-section of demographics, adopt the two wheel electric scooter instead of the rotten and decaying stench of 5+ passenger vehicles occupying valuable road real-estate while belching fossils *winky*

Some days when I'm zipping about town on my ridiculously small electric bike, weaving in and out of the scooters, or just just plain hanging on to their slip-stream, I feel like those memories of life in Beijing with electric-bike stories have enabled some kind of manifestation of dream-wishes-come-true, into real life.

I feel blessed, lucky and happy. It really is a dream come true.

Part II tbc.

Shamrock Quay - Hip Hop (Happy St Patricks')

Is there a Southampton Quay in Southampton Instagram-Quay?

Southampton Lockdown Jabby?

Rejected the jabby, and got sent a ticket for Gib.

Hope all researchers get a chance to listen to this track by Ian Brown. It's very good considering the times we're living in.

Time Travel Technology

Is it just me, or do other people feel they are experiencing a higher fidelity when looking at processed vintage footage?

The immediate recording above is New Order, 27th June, 1984. My gorgeous mother bought me a ticket for my 17th birthday present. It was my first live performance. 

I'll never forget the audience baying for 'Warsaw' as an encore.

These experiences [for me], are almost as enriching as listening or viewing the recordings, many decades later?

I have shared this information before. [I claim] it's worthy of analysis, particularly because what's around the corner.

Miscellaneous

Arc-angel Michael

Poker Flat Recordings · Poker Flat Podcast 77 - mixed by Robert Owens

The Edge (Extended Mix) · Essel · Sophia Essel · Sophia Essel ~~ Stephen O'Malley METTA DÔME ep1 - Raga 45s from the collection of Amala Devi pt - 26th February 2020

Portly Southampton

I think I filmed this December 22 on a Grimaldi Ship, 2019 at ABP Southampton. I can't explain the flashing light(s), because I didn't really notice them at the time. 

TBH I don't recall filming the scene, but I sort of do.

If anyone has a Scooby Doo what those lights are, feel free to drop a comment.

Thanks.

Lost Track of Time

Christchurch Freemantle

As time goes by?

Aye

It's not how it seems. 

Eyes Without A Face? - Sponsored by ABP Southampton

Some of my fondest memories are of the #Southampton docks. Tru story.

11:11

The most curious example, in my opinion above, is the rejection of my card for 5.55 at The Key & Anchor, three times yet I only used cash in the pub that night. The screengrabs were arbitrary, I looked up from time to time for no specific reason, and noted the numbers which came at me like a blizzard. It was quite a wild ride but also not without intense interest.

A post of mine was reported to Facebook and the automatic review process has taken offence to starving and partially clothed people as above. There was a chance to appeal but in the end, I've posted loads on Churchill so I let it go.

That's OK as it's their business platform. Facebook was OK a few years ago, but it's not an activist tool anymore, though it has worked well in the past.

This post, I hope will remain in the public domain to raise public awareness of MKULTRA, Palestine and institutionalised child abuse.

I still have more work to do on this post but this will do for the time being.

Update: It still goes on but less intensive.

Just so all are clear. I don't wait for the numbers to align.

I merely look at anything with the display of a number (clocks, computers etc) and the synchronicity is there. The camera on my phone is broken so I'm unable to take photos and am restricted to screenshots. 

Otherwise, there would be more.