.The Seed.


Did you see that? That tiny speck… that dot? Not very significant, was it? Or was it?

We see dots like that every single day. Sometimes in what we read… sometimes in pictures… sometimes through the images broadcast into us from our TV screens.

But what if we could see more in that tiny dot? That speck?

Imagine it being a seed. Imagine it holding all the information needed for creating a reality perfect for all, in Light and Harmony. Imagine it holding the building blocks to a new world… a new way of thinking. An end of manipulation through manipulation.

Dots are sometimes used to fill spaces. Spaces are used for processing time. Processing time can be used to imbed thoughts. And imbedded thoughts can lead to… well… dare I say manipulation again? Or control?

I’ve been noticing lately from information I’ve been getting – not only from the news I read but from people in general, and myself included, things aren’t adding up. Things aren’t making sense. The news is a big one, as the articles I read are blatantly biased toward the negative or belittling the subject of the article. That is plainly obvious. However, throughout the articles more external stories are being brought in, in part, clouding the main article and planting seeds with a negative bias to the other stories. These external stories are filling gaps in the main story… filling the deliberate spaces… adding dots to join… imbedding thoughts so if we read the other article we do so from a pre-determined viewpoint.

How many times do you get up with determination to retrieve something from another room, only to walk into the room wondering why you did so? Or even go into a different room entirely… only realising after you sit back down again why you got up in the first place? There’s obviously a number of reasons for this, but one of them could be processing time. Our subconscious mind is processing something we’ve seen, we aren’t aware of it, but it has an effect on our conscious mind. Just my thoughts, but they make sense to me.

That got me thinking about seeds being planted. And that got me thinking about seeds. Those little dots that grow into wonderful, colourful things. That got me thinking about dots we see everyday… hence this post.

Imagine the future we want to see is embedded within every single dot we see. Every pixel. Every spot. Imagine every time we see a dot, we are subconsciously giving our attention to the future we want. All the highlights… all the goodness… all the positivity. We aren’t just focussing on that goodness just the once, but every time we see a dot.

Even if we don’t know what future we want… we are free to change our minds… imagine seeing the Light within every single dot. The goodness. The positives. The positivity. The …LIGHT… diminishing the darkness everywhere.

If we are reading negativity… the dots are counteracting with positivity. If we a seeing negativity… the dots are there as reminders. If we are thinking negatively… the dots are an external source of stored positivity.

The future is ours to create. So plant the seeds now…

After Calling Occupants of Interplanetary Craft

I heard the Carpenter’s song the other day, where Karen referred to trying to contact the good folk aboard their most extraordinary craft.

Recently, I tried myself a most extraordinary craft – trying to photograph the Moon! I managed to get a blurry photo through glass, which I posted the other day, but in another of my attempts this photo is what came out. It was taken through glass, and the Moon is almost visible in the secondary reflected image, but the actual Moon looks more like the Sun.

So, I decided to try to tweak the image in Paint Shop Pro.

The Moon went brighter.

Then it morphed into a scene that would be ideal for a Hallowe’en backdrop.

Next, I tried to play around with the darkness and the lights, which created this effect above.

I then went for the selective focus option, which brought in more blue.

Then I added more lights, and softened the image a little.

Then I completely lost track of what I was doing and just started clicking every filter and effect I could find.

When I saw the Milky Way start coming into view, I decided to stop. There’s only so far you can take things.

It’s a good job this is Debbie’s Six Word Saturday and not Six Picture Saturday, because obviously I’ve overshot that target. Mind you, I’ve done the same with words as well, but I won’t say anything if you don’t!

The Valentine Nebula

Hidden deep within the Quadrans Muralis constellation lies this tiny tiny nebula. Tiny by nebula standards, but still immense where the Universe is concerned. Some of those stars are hundreds of times larger than our Sun, and they are all light years apart from each other , so you can imagine the size.

Made up mostly of turbulent gases and dust, the nebula appears to be tearing apart, or broken, earning it the name of the ‘Breaking Heart Nebula’, or more commonly the ‘Bleeding Heart Nebula’. Others refer to it as the ‘Lonely Heart Nebula’ as they see a longing face in the midst of the swirling gases, seemingly tormented by loneliness.

Discovered on February 14th 2016, and with its location being coincidentally close to the VAL-N10 system, it is also being referred to as the Valentine Nebula. Also coincidentally, the star VAL-N10-987b is thought to be being orbited by a planet the size of Venus, in the ‘Goldilocks zone’.

Venus incidentally is the Roman Goddess who represents things associated with Valentine’s, including love, beauty, sex, fertility and desire.

The nebula is on the far side of the VAL-N10 system, so from our perspective lies in a very remote part of the galaxy, and therefore the name Lonely Heart Nebula is probably the most fitting… although not in a post about Valentine’s.

Sorry about that.

Catching Casanova

Giacomo Casanova (1725 – 1798). Ish.

Picture the scene. It’s the mid-eighteenth century. We’re in Italy; Venice, actually. The Carnival is coming to its close. Noble folk (and lesser-noble for that matter!) are all partying like it’s 1999.

All are dressed in elaborate clothing, wearing stunning full masks, some with head-dresses made out of the grandest of feathers; others wearing the finest Venetian wigs and hair-pieces and/or top quality silks.

Couples are dancing to their hearts content, inside grand palaces and out. The streets are full with revellers who have spilled out from various venues.

The atmosphere is jubilant.

Today is Shrove Tuesday, Fat Tuesday, Mardi Gras… the final day of Carnival.

Only it’s not today. It’s the mid-eighteenth century, don’t forget.

One of those revellers, revelling away is Giacomo Casanova, that Casanova. The one with the reputation. This is a few years before he meets Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, and quite a few years after he was treated for nosebleeds by a witch.

Apparently, the treatment didn’t work for some reason, but Casanova was fascinated by the whole process and this ‘dark’ side, so to speak.

The mid-eighteenth century. Full of gothic splendour. Fancy dress. Masks. An ideal time for another creature of the dark to emerge: vampyrs.

The walkways are lit by torches and candles, but shadows are everywhere. Doorways are in shadow… alleyways are in shadow… steps are in shadow. Also in the shadows are the odd reveller or two, including our very own Casanova and his ‘friend’, Maria Constanza.

He’d just met Maria, and they were getting on like a house on fire. Throughout his travels, and his ample research, Casanova had never met such an endearing and hypnotising woman. Granted, he couldn’t see her face due to the full mask she was wearing, but there was something about her eyes that bore into his very soul.

She seemed very keen on him. She held onto him tightly, pulling him back when he tried to leave, or slamming his body against the wall and pressing hers against his to prevent him going.

He knew that he shouldn’t be there, but she had this strange power over him.

He felt dizzy. Mesmerised. Completely out of control. Something he wasn’t used to. Had she intoxicated him? Whatever. She was about to remove her mask, and he was finally going to get his reward.

Maria lifted the mask and revealed her face. The eyes were the same; hypnotic. The face was not what he expected. Pale. Drawn. Blood-red lips beneath a sharp pointed nose. Ravaged.

She looked at him squarely in his eyes.

“You’re mine.” She said, with a hint of either expectant laughter or absolute hunger. Her lips parted, and Casanova noticed the sharpest of fangs protrude from beneath her top lip.

“Don’t fight it,” Maria said, “Let me make you whole.”

“Thanks for the offer,” Casanova said as he pulled the stopper out of a small glass bottle he’d had hidden inside his jacket. He splashed the contents into Maria’s face, who recoiled, screaming… steaming. “You almost had me then, but you don’t travel around the world like I do without picking up a thing or two.

“Holy water. An excellent way to keep you vampyrs at bay!”

Maria clutched at her face and when she looked up Casanova had vanished into the night. The shadows now even more full with revellers. The party now in full swing and Casanova nowhere in sight.

Valentine’s Day set to move

Talks are taking place with the board of the International Allocation and Reallocation of Important and Strategic Dates Consortium (IRIS, previously known as ROSE: the Reallocation Of Some Events group, and before that HYACINTH: Ha! Yet Another Card Initiative Now Thought Historic) for the date of St Valentine’s Day to be moved.

St Valentine of Rome, to give the saint his full name, has always been celebrated on February 14th, the traditional day of St Valentine’s. This seems to make sense, and seems to have always been the case.

However, things are not as they seem.

Knowledge of St Valentine is sketchy at best. He’s been written out of some church traditions, yet kept in others. Since the Middle Ages, the saint has been associated with love and courtship, on and around February 14th, however some people are now saying the actual date should be July 23rd.

Another confusing thing is, given the fact that Valentine was a Roman, theories are emerging that February was actually created just for the fourteenth. During Roman times, January and February never existed until they were introduced into the calendar. Before then, there was a gap, a void, between December and March.

Here’s an image of part of an early Roman calendar:

This year, 2016, February has 29 days, as it’s a Leap Year, and the extra day is needed to keep things in check with the orbit of the Sun. IRIS initially considered moving Valentine’s Day to February 29th but have since changed their minds, and are now looking for a date currently outside of February completely: February 32nd.

IRIS advise that, unlike the early Roman calendars, this date isn’t set in stone, and the talks are ongoing. They are also state that they are considering moving February 29th to April, and June 1st to October.

Exactly when these changes will take place is to be determined. When the consortium used the name ROSE, they discussed the removal of the letter Z from the alphabet, but that is currently still in use.

More will be reported on these changes as and when they become available.

This has been a Beyond the Sphere special report.