the blue black hole...

article: http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20090809/ap_on_sc/eu_sci_big_bang_machine
image: http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/nova/blackhole/abou-01.html

dates with life and death...

when the day began, i had no idea that i would be putting together this particular post - a day that began bleak and dismal turned into an incredibly beautiful sunny balmy day that called for sunny dispositions and light fare otherwise - in any event, after going out and about in the blue skies for several hours, my only intent was to just dabble with a bit of creative verse upon which i'm trying to work - but my attentions became distracted and i ended up browsing the net for a bit, coming across, i'm not sure how, an obituary for my paternal grandfather [papastrap] - it is one i had found online several years and had downloaded into my genealogy records - but i came across it online a few hours ago and began re-reading it and realized for the first time several little oddities in the information -

the main story of his death is that papastrap, born june 15, 1884, at the time of his death june 2, 1946, lived in winnfield louisiana with my grandmother [mamastrap] - however, when he died, he was in coffeyville kansas with my father accompanying him by car from louisiana upon the death of my grandfather's brother - my great uncle had just died two days previously of a heart attack, on friday, may 31, 1946 [within hours of june 1] and papastrap and my father had traveled to coffeyville for his funeral which was to be monday - the night before the funeral, papastrap went to bed in his hotel room about 8:00 pm and my father retired to his own room - the next morning, at 8:00 am, my father went to papastrap's room where he discovered my grandfather dead - also from a heart attack, as it turned out - papastrap was 61 years old - his brother who had just died was 60 -papastrap had seven [7] siblings, including his brother who had just died * -

papastrap was born june 15, 1884
papastrap died june 2, 1946
papastrap's father died in june 1933
his mother's mother was born in june 1837
mamastrap's father died in june 1908
his brother [who just died] died on may 31 within hours of june 1946 and was buried june 1946
his brother [who just died] was married in june 1925
his brother who had just died was born in june [1886]
another brother died in june [1970]
two [2] sisters died in june [1961 and 1950]
papastrap's date of birth numerologically is 33 and his date of death is 11 - both master numbers
his brother's [who just died] numerological death date is 11
papastrap, his brother and my father all died of a heart attack
the last time my father saw papastrap alive was 8:00 pm - he found him dead at 8:00 am

[*i do not have the date of death for one of the siblings]

the ears of the universe...

the laboratory of

parallel universe
experimentation
may not lie in a
mechanical time machine
a la jules verne
but could
exist
between
our
ears.

a "hmm...." moment...

hmm...as soon as i finished the post below, i decided to pick up a book and read for a while - i opened it randomly [i never begin at the beginning] and glanced down on the left hand page, with my eyes falling upon these words:

"at some point you, like most people, have probably found yourself at a crossroads - a place in time where there was a major decision to be made - a decision you realized would drastically affect the rest of your life - years later, you may have wondered WHAT IF."

my last post yesterday is titled WHAT IF -

precognitive dreams posted here...

lately, i've had several emails asking about the different precognitive dreams i've posted here - and since some followers had seen one post but not the others, i thought i would give the dates/titles of those posts so they could be more easily found, rather than having to ripple through post after post to isolate them - these posts do not include those to do with lucid dreams, but only those associated with the occurrence of actual events from my dreams:
post 08/06/09 - the alan alda crash
post 06/22/09 - dream story
post 06/01/09 - november 22, 2007 dream experience
post 05/25/09 - the maelstrom
also, should one be interested, check out my labels section at the bottom of the blog and cruise through there for other categories of posts -
thank you all for reading - for commenting - for asking - and most of all, for traveling along on this journey -
happy trails to us all!

what if...

What if you slept?
And what if, in your sleep,
you dreamed?
And what if,
in your dream,
you went to heaven
and there plucked a strange and beautiful flower?
And what if,
when you awoke,
you had the flower in your hand?
Ah, what then?" -

the alan alda crash...

all my life, i have been extremely open to receiving information not otherwise available, the most common method of these communications comes to me through my dreams - these dreams are vivid - intense - and i always awake with a definitive foreboding knowledge of a tragedy about to happen or with the knowledge of one that has already happened -

this was nothing at all new to me - i mean, i grew up having these experiences which continue today - and while not in "dream form", one of my earliest childhood memories was of a similar incident where i walked into a new school in a new town where i'd never been before and i knew exactly which locker was mine out of hundreds in the hallway, where my classroom was - my teacher - the whole deal - [that story is posted here somewhere below - as are several other such stories] -

by their teens, my children had long become accustomed to my waking them in the middle of the night to call the police and rush across town to help the victims of a car accident i had just "seen in my dreams", or to alert them to the news of a ship sinking, cars colliding, planes crashing, or whatever and turn on the television to see the aftermath unfold in living color -

in any event, this particular incident occurred during the time we were in shreveport louisiana - the area has many little lakes around and some fairly large ones - and while the city is in northern louisiana and not the southern part of the state where swamps and bayous are very common, it does have its share of "swampy bayous" around - shreveport is divided from bossier city by the red river which flows through downtown - bossier city is home to barksdale air force base - a fairly large military SAC [strategic air command] base -

this particular evening, i had fallen asleep early - my teenaged children were home, still awake when i awoke from a startling dream in which i had seen a small single engine/prop place crash into a swamp - i saw clearly the two men on board - they both wore military looking two piece camouflaged clothing - one of the men was trapped inside the plane - the other managed to extricate himself from the wreckage in the nearly waist-high swamp water - he tried to stand in the mucky water - he was dazed, looking around in the darkness - i remember hearing the sound of crickets [sounded like crickets to me] - the sound of the water lapping still from the crash of the plane into it - and i could smell the pungent smell of the murkey water - this was not an open lake body of water - it was filled with trees and stumps and thick vegetation around - i remember thinking i had to get the trapped man out of the plane - i was afraid he would drown and/or that the plane might somehow explode from the impact even though it was partially in water - and while i'm "standing there watching the scene" in my dream, i see the lights appearing from around the crash site and i hear men's voices shouting - and as i watch, a group of military men with flashlights come crashing through the swampy water - i see them help the one man who is still standing in the muddy water, and cannot speak, over toward the land's edge - then i see men begin working to retrieve the unconscious man inside the plane - and as they pull him out by holding him under both arms, face up, i see the face of the injured man - it is the face of alan alda! - i continued to stand in my dream, watching the rescue action, watching the critically injured alan alda be gently carried away from the twisted metal - watching the other rescuers look for other survivors - i remember wanting to tell them that there were only two people in the plane - this was the last thing i saw in the dream - then i awoke -

of course, i woke with a start - you know, the cold sweat-dripping terror that comes with such dreams/nightmares - for a moment i was disoriented and had to focus on where i was - at home - in bed - safe - the time was just about 9:30 pm - i knew that i had to call for help for the crash victims - i knew the crash was close by - but i didn't know which body of water - i went into the living room where my son was watching television and told him we had to call the police to find the plane that had just crashed with alan alda on board and i asked him to get the phone book so i could also call barksdale air force base because i had seen military personnel in my dream - and at the same time, logic and reality struck with the realization of law enforcement's and the military's reaction to my "dream of a plane carrying alan alda crashing somewhere in northern louisiana" - so i sat down on the sofa, frozen in uncertainty as to how or what to do next -

sometime later the local news came on but there was no mention of a place crash - we looked on the national news - nothing - i couldn't believe it! for several hours i sat, unable to understand as i was so sure of what i had seen - right before going back to bed several hours later, i decided to watch the closing news on one of the local channels - and there it was - the opening story of a small prop plane, carrying two men, crashing into water near BAFB [whose personnel were dispatched to the crash site] - the victims had both been transported to the louisiana state medical center hospital where they remained at that time - there were pictures of the men being delivered to the hospital but their faces were not visible to the cameras - as it turned out, the men were from north carolina, having flown their private plane to the area for hunting season - they were both wearing camouflage clothing in the plane -

the news story gave the names of both men and their home town - i decided to try to reach the families of the men - with the first call, i explained to the person answering just who i was and that i hoped they would not take my call with anything less than my total concern for the crash survivors and my concern when i had dreamed of the crash but was powerless to help - the woman with whom i spoke was very nice - and did not seem shocked by the nature of my call - at least she did not express it - it's funny but i don't remember now if it was the man's wife or his mother with whom i spoke but i believe it was the mother - in any event, she was very very nice and received this strange phone call in the middle of the night with seeming appreciation for my concern - just as we were hanging up, i asked her if there were anything remarkable about her son's looks - anything out of the ordinary - and she laughed and said, "oh, he gets mistaken for alan alda all the time! is that what you're talking about?" -

several weeks later, i heard that both guys had been discharged from the hospital and headed home to north carolina - i never spoke with either of them directly but have often wondered of their lives afterward...

yesterday's dreams...

It is by no means an irrational fancy that,
in a future existence,
we shall look upon
what we think
our present existence,
as a dream.

slight glimmer of recognition...

just this morning, the macgregors posted still another wonderfully intriguing story on their synchronicity blog - it featured an older structure, which, as the post first came up on my screen, fleetingly reminded me so much of the building here - their story reflects how someone viewed from a window a building across the way - and in my case, many times, i looked out my window across the street at this site, wondering about the people who had built it, what their lives were like, how they lived and how they died - the house was built in the early 1700's and was home at one time to a governor of delaware - while i see now that the likeness is not identical at all, in that miniscule pocket of time, i was transported back to the PARSON-THORNE mansion across from my little place on the lake...

another interesting little note is that the macgregor building, at one point was bought from the original family by a retired "PARSON" - which is in the name of the building here -

* * * * * * * * *

http://archives.delaware.gov/markers/kc/KC-92.shtml#TopOfPage

Parson-Thorne Mansion: This historic building lies within a 1,750 acre Duke of York land patent called Saw Mill Range granted to Henry Bowman in 1680. The first known resident of this portion of the tract was Joseph Booth, who purchased 510 acres from the Bowman family in 1730. The center brick section of the present structure was built by John Cullen after his purchase of 263 acres in 1746. Reverend Syndenham Thorne, an Episcopal clergyman who was instrumental in Milford’s development, bought the property in the 1780s and is interred on the grounds. John M. Clayton, United States Senator and Secretary of State under President Zachary Taylor, spent a portion of his boyhood here. Members of the Clayton family lie at rest nearby as well. This was also the home of philanthropist Col. Benjamin Potter and Dr. William Burton, Governor of Delaware during the early years of the Civil War. Col. Henry Fiddeman, founder of the First National Bank of Milford, came into ownership of the mansion in 1858 and changed the Colonial Georgian architecture to Gothic Victorian. The Draper family purchased the property in 1916. In 1961, the building and grounds, then known as Silver Hill, were conveyed to the Milford Historical Society by J. Richard Draper. The Parson Thorne Mansion was listed on the National Register of Historic Places in 1971.

believe in the thing...

the thing
always happens
that you
really believe in
and
the belief in a thing
makes
it
happen.

our life made...

the
universe
is change -
our
life
is
what
our thoughts
make
it.

that tiny pea, pretty and blue...

it suddenly struck me that that tiny pea,
pretty and blue, was the EARTH -

i put up my thumb and shut one eye -
and my thumb blotted out the planet EARTH -
i didn't feel like a giant -
i felt very very small...

experience the mysterious...

the most beautiful thing
we can
experience
is
the
mysterious -
it is the source of all true art and all science -
he to whom this emotion is a stranger
who can no longer pause
to wonder and stand rapt in awe -
is as good as dead:
his
eyes
are
closed...

the answer...

2
B
or
not
2
B...
is not the question -
it
is
the
answer...

fred alan wolf

we see...

All
that
we
see
or
seem
is
but
a
dream
within
a
dream.

searching for extraterrestial life - this shouldn't take long...

http://www.nytimes.com/2009/07/21/science/space/21conv.html?ref=science

FAMILY FUN ON THE WAY...

JUST FYI - i'll be in and out, more out, probably, than in the next week, beginning today - daughter and her clan coming up from louisiana for a week's visit - should be here tomorrow - but i'll be checking things whenever possible - don't want to miss A SINGLE POST - peace - jenean

that inner/outer glow...for real...

we've all known people who seemed ALL AGLOW - we've even felt it ourselves - ALL AGLOW - and, i, for one, have known all my life that my body's metabolism "shuts off" just like a "light switch" at about 2:00 pm every day - and now, scientists confirm all this:

The human body literally glows, emitting a visible light in extremely small quantities at levels that rise and fall with the day, scientists now reveal.

Past research has shown that the body emits visible light, 1,000 times less intense than the levels to which our naked eyes are sensitive. In fact, virtually all living creatures emit very weak light, which is thought to be a byproduct of biochemical reactions involving free radicals.

(This visible light differs from the infrared radiation - an invisible form of light - that comes from body heat.)

To learn more about this faint visible light, scientists in Japan employed extraordinarily sensitive cameras capable of detecting single photons. Five healthy male volunteers in their 20s were placed bare-chested in front of the cameras in complete darkness in light-tight rooms for 20 minutes every three hours from 10 a.m. to 10 p.m. for three days.

The researchers found the body glow rose and fell over the day, with its lowest point at 10 a.m. and its peak at 4 p.m., dropping gradually after that. These findings suggest there is light emission linked to our body clocks, most likely due to how our metabolic rhythms fluctuate over the course of the day.

Faces glowed more than the rest of the body. This might be because faces are more tanned than the rest of the body, since they get more exposure to sunlight - the pigment behind skin color, melanin, has fluorescent components that could enhance the body's miniscule light production.

Since this faint light is linked with the body's metabolism, this finding suggests cameras that can spot the weak emissions could help spot medical conditions, said researcher Hitoshi Okamura, a circadian biologist at Kyoto University in Japan.

"If you can see the glimmer from the body's surface, you could see the whole body condition," said researcher Masaki Kobayashi, a biomedical photonics specialist at the Tohoku Institute of Technology in Sendai, Japan.

The scientists detailed their findings online July 16 in the journal PLoS ONE.

http://news.yahoo.com/s/livescience/20090722/sc_livescience/strangehumansglowinvisiblelight

Charles Q. Choi
Special to LiveScience
LiveScience.com charles Q. Choi
special To Livescience
livescience.com – Wed Jul 22, 10:32 am ET

michaelangelo...kitty clairvoyance?

recently i posted something about several experiences i'd had with deer a year or so ago - during a time when i was searching for answers and asking for signs - and the deer came to me - which reminded me of my little kitten named michaelangelo - michaelangelo was a beautiful long-haired baby when he came to live with me and my children many moons ago - he had that kind of gruffy funky long hair of many colors but was mostly dark gray with shades of this and that throughout - he looked a lot like a maine coon cat - absolutely gorgeous - in any event, he was a tiny thing when he first came home to us - but from the beginning, very bright and so so loving - this was back in the days when my kids were all home and i was in college trying to make my way through -

we lived in a little apartment right off campus - beside the front door there was a large picture window with draperies - the window was so close to the door that the drapes actually at times would almost touch the door knob - in any event, michaelangelo was doted on as the "youngest child" by all of us - and he returned the love to us - my daily schedule was never the same - i mean, i went to school full time, i worked two jobs, did my kids to and from school and their activities, etc, so there was little regularity - at home, my parking place was right at the front door of the apartment - you know the kind, you step out of your car, go 5 paces and you're inside your apartment -

well, little michaelangelo, in a very short time, figured out exactly when i was making my way home each day - and about the time i was pulling into the complex property, he would bounce over to the front window, claw his way up the thick drapes, hang onto the drapes and swing himself onto the window ledge by the front door and sit looking out the window for me - when he saw my car pull up, he would reach out and put his little paw on the door knob -

my kids were totally beside themselves - the oldest was a teenager and the youngest about five years old - they loved to watch him do it and never tired of telling this story - we never knew just "how" michaelangelo knew when i was coming, but he did - it was just part of who he was -

- the photo is not michaelangelo, but close... -

the pair of pumpkin pics...

yesterday, about 7:00 pm, a new blogger friend began following another of my blogs - the bottom pumpkin icon above is her signature photo - this morning, about 9:30 am, from dallas via cell phone, i received the other photo of the large pumpkin from my son's garden - now, i cannot tell you the last time i received a photo of a pumpkin - probably never - nor do i remember having seen the pumpkin as a blogger icon - that is, until now!

HEALTH CARE FOR ALL ...

I SUPPORT THE AVAILABILITY OF COMPREHENSIVE HEALTH CARE TO ALL - HOW ABOUT YOU?

help keep the pressure on those making the decisions about YOUR life: see the link below:

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2009/07/20/obama-calls-on-bloggers-t_n_241570.html

go out and be born...

be born anywhere
little embyro novelist
but do not be born under
the shadow of a great creed
not under the burden of original sin
not under the doom of salvation -
go out
and
be born
among
the
gypsies...

I SING...

“I don’t sing
because I am happy,
I am happy
because I sing.”


-William James

astronauts - yesterday and today...

flying chariots - yesterday and today...

chariot of today

ancient chariots