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Knee News, Nose News, No New News

Heavens to Murgatroyd!

Last month, I wrote a little ode to my knee, that was causing just a tad of pain whenever I stood up or walked a few steps. I’m not in the habit of writing rhymes to my body parts, but for a few weeks after I had put fingers to keyboard for that rhyme, I was ache free.

If I had the inclination, I could have ran a marathon. Luckily for me, I didn’t… both of my knees would have been aching if I had, along with the rest of my legs, my back, and both of my arms, from when I would have dragged myself the twenty five point seven five miles to make up the rest of the course.

Several years ago, I ached for about two months after completing an army assault course for charity. The course involved a lot of running, climbing, crawling through mud, swinging, and the potential of falling into luminous lime green algae-covered waters (which I managed to avoid – adrenaline or super powers, I can’t remember what came into play that day…).

Aches aside, these army assault courses are really good fun, and once completed the feeling of elation is amazing. Before you start, the soldiers bring along their camouflage face paint, and smear it all over your face, so you actually look the part. Then, you are put through a rigorous warm up routine (after which I was fit for nothing, and only managed one push up – I blame that on the star jumps). They then cheer you along during the course itself, and really give you the energy to continue.

I’d never climbed up a twenty foot rope wall before in my life, let alone swung over the top of one and then slid down a rope slide on the other side – all without a safety net; but I did that day. And I swung across the monkey bars (they were the ones over the radioactive water) in record speed. I shocked a few people at my prowess at that. I shocked myself too. If you get the chance to go on an army assault course, go for it!

However, I digress. Lately, my knee has been playing up again. Only slightly, but the noticeable niggle rather than the unnoticeable kind. The ache wears off after a short while, which is OK, but today, I had throbbing going on in two places of my body at the same time.

I’m not sure if I’m suffering from a late bout of hay fever, or the onset of a cold, but the left side of my nose has been throbbing constantly all day. It’s still throbbing now. If I was in a cartoon, there would be a sound effect to accompany each throb, and it would be further highlighted by the glow it is giving off. And I have done nothing but sneeze today as well.

The odd thing about the throbbing, though, is that the knee and nose are throbbing alternatively. First the knee, then the nose, knee, nose, knee, nose, knee, nose. It’s as though the body parts themselves are feeding my imagination to trick me into thinking I’m some kind of walking siren. And an old fashioned siren at that. And more hobbling than walking, especially when I first get up…

Still, it’s the weekend now. I can rest. Put my feet up, and rest my nose.

Yes, I’m resting my nose this weekend. My surreal reality has just gone to a new level!

Resonating with past times

I’ve had a nice little surprise today.

Nothing spectacular in the grand scheme of things, and nothing that really goes anywhere near to helping me to solve my self-imposed quest to find what is pulling me back to the year 1642 (actually, the first part of the Seventeenth Century). But more on this in a moment.

To begin, though, a little background to my quest.

Throughout my life, I have had visions, daydreams, night-dreams, thoughts and, for want of a better word, flashbacks to either being on a large galleon-type ship, or watching this type of ship sail in and out of harbour. The visions are always very clear, and a ‘pleasant’ feeling always surrounds them. One night, I had one of these dreams, and one of the people in the dream mentioned the year being 1642.

Hearing this year gave me a starting point, somewhere that I could start to see if I could find any information about people, places, buildings, discoveries and anything else that ‘resonates’ with me; gives me the same good feeling that I get when I think about the ships. With the ‘magic’ of Google, I have, for the past few months, on and off (I’m fascinated but wouldn’t say obsessed…yet!), been finding out all kinds of fascinating facts, figures and details. Details such as the death of Galileo, the birth of Isaac Newton, the founding of Montreal, the discovery of New Zealand, the invention of a mechanical calculator (which evolved into the modern microprocessor) to name a few.

And that brings me back to my nice little surprise.

Google170811Google today has one of it’s special logos or doodles, featuring a chalkboard and some writing, in honour of someone’s birthday (or something). I hovered my curser over the doodle, expecting to see a name in the caption box, and instead read the text “I have discovered a truly marvellous proof of this theorem, which this doodle is too small to contain.” The text was lost on me, so I had to click the doodle to find out more.

Pierre de FermatToday, 17th August 2011, is the 410th birthday of Pierre de Fermat, a French lawyer and mathematician who wrote similar words to Google’s caption, only within the margin of a book called ‘Arithmetica’. The book is really an ancient Greek text on mathematics, but luckily for me the page I saw wasn’t written in Greek. It was in Latin, which didn’t really help me any either. Basically, it’s about numbers and equations and things, which the title tends to hint at.

I was reading the history of Pierre, and was pleasantly surprised to see that he was close friends with an old friend of mine (or so it seems now…) Blaise Pascal. Blaise was the one who invented the calculator I mentioned earlier.

It stands to reason that these two would probably have been going to the same places, seeing that they were around at the same time and were both French, so the fact that they knew each other wasn’t as much of a surprise. However, when I looked for some images of Pierre, one image caught my eye instantly, and took me back to one day when I was very young, having a tooth extracted under the lovely dentist’s ‘odourless’ gas. As I was going under, I dreamt of some ‘dots’ sweeping around, creating what I thought was an equilateral triangle. This image reminded me of that dream:
Pierre De Fermat Calculus

Maybe the coloured dots I saw were actually the letters around the triangle?

I’m probably making more of this coincidence than I should be, after all, I must have seen images such as this countless times over the years. None have ‘resonated’ with me as this one has though. Very strange.

Whatever link I have with the Seventeenth Century, I can’t say what it is yet. Whenever I think of the Seventeenth Century, especially 1642, I seem to ‘see’ a yellowy-golden colour in my mind, and get a nice, pleasant, warm feeling. And I really do like to feel good!

Like I said at the beginning of this post, I haven’t found anything spectacular. I haven’t had that ‘aha!’ moment, and everything has made sense. I have, in fact, got even more questions to keep my search going. My connection to back then seems stronger than ever.

One day… one day… I know that what I am looking for will be revealed to me. Until then, I will continue to enjoy my quest, and all of the interesting facts (interesting to me, anyway) that I find along the way.

And once again, this post has seven hundred and seventy seven words…

Inner Magic


This may sound strange
But if you want change
You must follow this
And not dismiss
The words I write
This very night.
Close your eyes
And look within
See your life…
Allow this magic in.
The change you need
Begins with you
You need not believe
But it is true.
You write your story…
You fill your page…
Your dreams are your guide…
And the World is your stage…
If you feel good, that’s all the better.
Begin your change with a single letter.

I’m not Superman

I may be faster than a speeding bullet when I go shopping.

I may be able to leap tall buildings in a single bound when I’m fast asleep in bed.

I can not see through lead. I also can’t see through wood, paper, metal, muddy water, leaves, and windows that haven’t been cleaned, but I can see those Magic Eye pictures; although just between you and me we can keep that between ourselves!

I have been known to lift cars with my bare hands.

I’ve been known to fly through the air without help (apart from whatever it was that I actually tripped over!) or a safety net.

I don’t wear a uniform. I don’t get changed in telephone boxes. OK, I have wore uniforms in the past, and I did get changed in a telephone box once …but it was an emergency.

I have arch-enemies for some reason. Or at least I think I do. Maybe I don’t, but because I think I do, maybe I do… hmmm…

So there’s proof that I’m not Superman. You don’t have to believe me. Look at these points:

Like Superman, I have weaknesses. Jelly Babies, Fuzzy Snakes, Wraps, Spaghetti Bolognaise and Garlic Bread are my main weaknesses. I feel forced to make sure nothing is left when I am confronted by them. Which, I add hastily, is never at the same time. I’m sure my arch-enemies try to lure me into a trap with them. They never do.

Like Superman, I have an alter ego. My alter ego has an alter ego. This alter ego has an alter ego. And on and on it goes. Some mornings I wake up and wonder just who I am. Especially if I overdid it the night before with two portions of Spag Bol and GB. Usually, I’m just me. The man behind the man behind Aquatom1968.

Like Superman, I end up in the most bizarre of situations. I’ve been trapped in the wrong doorway; stuck in a haunted lift; been so engrossed in a conversation when driving, I missed the motorway exit and didn’t realise until I was halfway up towards Scotland; I’ve had my knees wrapped around my ears whilst weight training; I’ve been puzzling over a question for the answer to literally appear out of thin air in front of me; and I saw an equilateral triangle in a vision when I went to the dentist.

Like Superman, I’m focussed on what I do and have no time for love. OK, I know Superman has time for love, but I am pointing out the differences, not the similarities.

Like Superman, I look good in blue. As long as my blue is long and baggy. Anything tight on me would look a little ridiculous to be honest. Especially when I’m flying, or using my super-speed. Then red is more my colour.

Like Superman, I have heat vision. Usually in the morning when I first wake up. The burning tends to go away after a few blinks.

Like Superman I have super hearing. In my left ear. My right ear isn’t super. I’d be called ‘Goodman’ (if I was Superman) and my name was based on my right ear hearing ability.

Like Superman, I have a super pet. Spudley the Cat. She isn’t my pet, but she visits every day and has a super purr. And a super claw. And super teeth.

Like Superman, I live in the real world. Just in a different Universe to everyone else.

But, sorry to be the bearer of bad news. Just in case the clues above weren’t enough, I’m not Superman. I’m Wonder Woman.

The other side of the coin

BroomLoving the reports I am hearing (and seeing) of people banding together with their brooms to help with clearing up after the recent unnecessary events. Loving it even more that the shops they are helping are also helping them by allowing them free access to their facilities!

Loving the images of some of the hoodlums not wanting to be filmed after their actions, as they leave court. Loving the fact that their full names and occupations are being disclosed too!

Loving the news reports of individuals being arrested due to the fact that they used social media sites to incite these events. Loving it even more that they used their own names to do so to help with their arrests!

I’m not one to gloat, but these are just some of the news stories I caught today that made me feel good. After the awful news stories of yesterday (and I still get the feeling that the news companies (some of them…) actually enjoyed what was happening…) things seem to have turned around.

I don’t want to say things are back to normal, as I don’t think it is (they are?) yet. I don’t want to say things have calmed down, because I don’t think they have, but I will say I am seeing a glimmer of goodness. Light at the end of the tunnel, so to speak.

I live quite close to a town centre, and last night I heard sirens wailing until at least midnight. Apparently, there were no incidents in the town despite the rumour mill working overtime, but the sirens must have been there as a deterrent. Seeing what was happening in other cities not too far away, and hearing that outside was very unnerving.

Like I said in my slightly negative post last night, I am grateful for the Law of Karma and the Law of Tenfold Return. Threefold Return is another option, but I hope the Universe uses the Tenfold Return option this time on those involved. I am always reluctant to say things like this as the Law is Law, and what I say / do / think will come back to me through Karma and/or to the power of three or five also, but I am aware of the Law. I hope the Universe understands that I am saying this for the benefit, for the good, of those who deserve good. Those who don’t… deserve what they get also.



Feel Good!

I much prefer this side of the coin!