another dimension

Anagram: YES, TEXTING TO/WITH ANOTHER DIMENSION THROUGH COSMIC BUBBLES ANAGRAMS SOUNDS A LITTLE FAR-FETCHED, BUT REALITY DEPENDS ON YOUR BELIEFS. IF YOU KNOW THAT ANYTHING IS POSSIBLE THROUGH GOD THEN IT’S NOT A PROBLEM…SHE IS FIRST ONE TO USE EYE SKILL  ALONE TO TALK TO ME. I EYE TELEVISION ATTENTION BUT ONLY YOU SEE LOBE ENTITY,VICKIE, ONLY YOU SEE. I LOVE TO SEE YOU, TOO; YOU REALLY DO COMMUNICATE EXCELLENTLY.

Text for anagram:  YOU FOUND ME! YES, IT’S LIKE BEING ON A TOTALLY DIFFERENT LEVEL OF EXISTENCE, MAN. SO YOU’RE… HE’S OK. HE’S TRYING TO TELL US SOMETHING. I CAN’T TELL YOU, IT’S A SECRET. YES, YOU CAN… ONLY BECAUSE I LET YOU. TELL ME ABOUT IT. I’VE DECIDED THERE CAN ONLY BE ONE EXPLANATION FOR THIS PHENOMENON… YOU KNOW THE BLOG THING… TROUBLE WITH MOST BRILLIANT THEORIES IS THAT NOBODY TAKES YOU SERIOUSLY. YOU’VE GOT TO ADMIT IT’S POSSIBLE.

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mold makes me tired

The past three days have been filled with mold and mildew. Yes, the basement runneth over. Almost every single box has been at least mildewed, some partially eaten by different kinds of mold, leaving any paper or cloth items inside to be eaten as well. If it isn’t partially ruined it has that  distinct odor. It makes me ill. There is little I can do about it, but move things, bleach, sort, throw away and rebox in plastic. I am getting tired of this routine.

A perfectly beautiful oriental rug now has holes in it; when I saw it I cried for a half an hour because it belonged to my mother, just like some of the furniture which is now warped and spotted with mold. It’s hard to imagine sometimes that I used to live in a beautiful house with nice things, and now I live in a dump with mold and mildew eating what I worked so hard to keep nice. Now, in three years time, I have lost so many things that reminded me of my past life, photos included. Sometimes I think it would have been easier to have been in a hurricane rather than this. The roof has leaked for six years, as well there is no gutter on one side of the house, and the box gutters leak all over. A roofer lives here, but has not had the money or health or time to fix his own roof, so my stuff is being ruined little by little. Right now the back yard is strewn with contents of the basement. If it rains on it, oh well.

I spent a couple of hours scrubbing the rug with Mr. Clean with Febreeze. It now hangs over a couple of sawhorses in the yard. I used to think it was too good to have in the house, what with the ceiling tiles in the kitchen falling down in patches with plaster and coal dust behind it, the older dog peeing on the 45 to 50-year old living room carpet, the larger dog leaving piles of  long black hair wherever he goes and the man of the house  never wiping his feet. Why am I here? I guess I was asking too much to keep it safe until…what? 

So I have been trying to empty boxes and put contents (which I really need to go through) into tubs until I can get things cleaned, sorted and either thrown out or put away. What a headache. There is not enough room in this house. I was promised, four years ago, that a new bedroom would be built, thus giving me that plus the room under it for storage. It did not happen for many reasons. A storage locker would have been safer had I known I would still be here with no room and watching my things slowly be destroyed. It’s hard sometimes because I am such a sentimental person, with so many memories tied up in my things. Mainly because I am away from all of my family and friends.

I have been trying to get things washed and put on the clothesline, but also took a trip to the laundromat to clean some pillows and blankets and a bagful of clothing to give away. No sense keeping a size clothes I cannot imagine fitting into for a while. There is a dehumidifier in the basement now, though. The one purchased from Walmart yesterday was plugged in and immediately sent out a plastic odor into the house; it would not condense. A check of the paperwork that came with it showed the booklet was filled out LAST YEAR, in July, so obviously there was a problem with it and Walmart put it back on the shelf when it was returned. It could have caught the house on fire.

For now, I try to listen to whatever it is God wants me to know about all this. Yes, I need to weed out my stuff and get organized. That’s true. As I open a box now and then a certain message becomes clear. Many boxes are mixed items because I moved in somewhat of a hurry. There are times when the synchronicity of certain findings can be appreciated.

When I need a lift there are little signs from God and my momma. A marble and jack are always a sign from my mother, and it made me smile when I came across a plastic film canister with one of each inside. I wasn’t real sure about the piece of gum in it until I saw the show Saving Grace later that night.  I heard the main character (Grace) say she had put a piece of gum and a marble in a time capsule (with her friend). I had already decided the gum was probably too old to eat and threw it away, but the connection was real enough for me.

The same box had three hinges waiting to be found. The night before I had thoughts about hinges, though cannot tell you why at the moment. I was a little surprised to find them. Oh I am sure these things were  put into the box by me, to be found at a later date (though I am still a bit perplexed by the gum).

I brought in (to the house from the basement) a little model ship once owned by my grand-aunt. She died 9 months before my mother did, and when I look at the boat, I am reminded of her. I made the connection to a couple of comic bubbles and drawings, which are in my collage. Going back to sorting in a minute.

The collage from yesterday and today are included in today’s post. I did do an anagram in one of them but don’t really feel like explaining it. Between the mess in the basement and house right now, trying to do my history research for that blog and this one, it is hard to get much done. Mold makes me tired. It has definitely affected my health this week.

The collages have their own special thing going on as usual and for now I just cannot focus enough to do much more. Sorry for the random rambling but I did want to post the collages. The first one (top with anagram) is from yesterday and the bottom was today’s comics. I know there are more and better anagrams in these but I can’t do them right now. Does it matter?

within the lines

…and now Billy

Anagram: “You know you’re onto something, don’t you? A live highway communication vibe. Billy Mays was struck on the head when the plane he was on yesterday landed rough. OK, if that’s the story, type that info, too. He is dead now; he died Sunday.”

In the last post you’ll find the full collage, which is using today’s comics text bubbles for the anagram. The collage lent itself to both posts, the last one more about Michael Jackson. One might wonder why I would continue to do these anagrams from comics, with real people’s names, but it is just the way I read these things, right or wrong, it is more about documenting the phenomenon that I discovered, no matter what it reads. In this case, the anagram reads what I heard on the news. This may not be a recognizable science but I recognize a certain pattern in all this. There is something out there.

a little note

ANAGRAM: “Through Love, man gets  to live forever with Jesus. Funny, out of the blue he found a way to ask if you would give Paris, Michael One and Two a little note though our comic anagrams. I start EYE: “I’m finally one with God. We occur by our Creator. Why don’t you stay together with my family…they love you.”

I knew the message was in there yesterday. Now it is here. I made other connections via the usual comics collages but for now, today’s anagram comes from part of yesterday’s collage using the text bubbles below:

in the anagram

“Not only does Farrah Fawcett die by Angel, Thursday, for what its worth, it appears Michael Jackson is being “surrendered”, too. God wanted both of them home. Trust me, if I hear Divine music they end in OZ mountain and they see a third eye hidden in my plan.”

It was in the anagram, and that was the only anagram I did this week for some reason. The text  was randomly chosen from the comics done on Wednesday. On Thursday morning Farrah Fawcett died; Thursday afternoon Michael Jackson died; kind of a back to back news day.

Some of what I am working on for my history post has kept me busy this week, and I make the connections via comics that come up. There is a definite art imitates life thing going on. The comics collages in this post run from Monday’s comics collage (at the top) to Saturday’s collage (at the bottom of the post). I may go back and figure out some more anagrams from one or two of the posts, or a few bubbles from each…just because…

 

a solstice connection

Figures. The comics told it. Anyone could make the connection on the first day of summer, the solstice. Stonehenge. Brushfields. Brushfields? Yeah. No Kevin Bacon, it doesn’t take me six degrees, just gimme a sliver of molecular space and time and I’ll make the connection.

Brushfields are the family I have been researching for a while, as the Benjamin Brushfield family used to live on the land on which I now live, on which the neighborhood was created. I am doing an historic blog (http://ferrytofulton.wordpress.com) about the neighborhood, having started with the Brushfields. My information comes in waves, and it comes through the comics and whatever else signals me to look at a certain time. Timing is everything.

A few months back there was not much information, now there seems to be a steady flow. Hmmm. Some sites that I have been to in the past had nothing, and now, well, a few tidbits have shown up here and there. Timing, no doubt.

First, I am behind again in comics collages, so there are more than a few in this post. No anagrams right now either. I have enough to focus on, and whatever is “in” the anagrams, well, if you have been looking at this blog long enough, you know there are some strange connections in my art-imitates-life comics selections, and I don’t HAVE to do anything at any particular time. Everything that was, is and will be is already there, just waiting, no matter what day it is. But, today…I put the comics collages up and a connection or two.

You know that six degrees of separation stuff doesn’t work with me…I have a much different “temperature”.   Everything is just the next click around here. Today is solstice so naturally there would be a connection, right? Well, not everyone would “get it” the way I do. I connected solstice and those rocks we all think about, like Stonehenge, through the Brushfields. I have not done their complete genealogy, but between the names, the neighborhood, here and in Ashford-in-the-Water, Derbyshire…they’ve all got to be connected.

One of today’s comics, in part:

So, I made a few coincidental connections with Ashford in the Water, Derbyshire, Brushfield, “low stones”, “100″…and others we’ll let go for now. If you can make the connection fine, otherwise, I am beyond explanations at a certain point.

At one point this week, in my research, I found that the library had a page on which I found something called “My Delicious Bookmarks”, and have since marked it in rss. A little unusual for a library to use such terminology maybe, but since the comics also used the term, “delicious”, I figured I would check out one of the links. In so doing I came across one of the Brushfield names I needed, and now have a marriage date and a christening date, giving me more information to share with a local church that the gentleman helped found in Madison, Indiana. This is a strange process I use to find bits of information, but it works for me. I had not previously seen that information when I first started looking, so it has only been recently added. I got my heads up and followed it.

When I looked up Ashford, I found it said:  “HIGH PEAK HUNDRED.”

ASHFORD, a township, chapelry and picturesque village, situated in a valley on the east bank of the river Wye, which is here crossed by three stone bridges, and which separates it from Bakewell; from whence ₈ distant l¾ miles N.W. It is surrounded by lofty hills, which are noted for their superior quarries of marble. The houses are built of stone, and roofed with slate. …The township of BRUSHFIELD is annexed to the above chapelry.”

In the 6-18-09 toons, the number 100 had been repeated a couple of times in one comic, so I used that, or one of the 100’s to find the Ashford info.

Since the art-imitates-life world in which I live mentions ancestry, you should know my cousin has done part of the family’s genealogy back to the 1700’s, and I looked at those names online yesterday after wanting to check an uncle’s name to see if there was a connection to some other names I have run across in Madison. I realize a lot of this may not make sense to people just looking at this blog for the first time. I need a scorecard myself sometimes. I just make the connections and take the information given via comics and anagrams to relate to my own life, tell the future now and then, and document that which occurs or has already occurred.

We received (at the house) a “threatened” lawsuit this past week. I tried not to give too much away but did use a partial comic for that to be included in the collages. Which came first? Well, the comic was in place when the mail arrived, so you tell me. I know, I jump around on this thing, but I work in stream of consciousness thinking and that is how the comics collages come into being as well.

Oh the solstice thing. You don’t need me to tell you about Stonehenge. The name Brushfield took me to the Journal of the British Archaeological Association By British Archaeological Association today to ARBOR LOW, BY T. N. BRUSHFIELD, M.D., F.S.A. (Read at the Ba.xl.on Congreti, July 20th, 1899.) In this article I read:

“It is noted by that author ” as being by far the most magnificent and capital Druidical remain of any we have in Derbyshire, not to say in all this part of England.” By the majority of writers up to a recent date, it has usually been called a Druidical circle or Druidical temple; and the former term appears in the Ordnance maps, except in that last issued, where it is simply designated a ” Stone Circle.”

After reading that I came to read part of the Reliquary, because it was my next click which filled in many of the blanks for me on the Brushfields. Amazing how the comics help me pull things together. I know I have looked for this information before, but suddenly it all came together, names , dates and relationships. Now I just have to put it together on the history blog.

The comics collages are oldest at the top (June 26th) to today’s (June 21st) at the bottom.

 

 

 

 

15th-14th

ANAGRAM: “He knew all of our everyday thoughts. They see Vickie’s Cosmic Bubble effort was truly surreal but the hypothesis ‘Madison tells a lie’ made us want to lend a hand. We saw a little white men camp, say a mile east of Ferry.” The text for this anagram (and the other as well) is in the outlined area of the comics collage of the 14th (bottom one).

At a distance about a mile east of Madison is a place called Eagle Hollow, which until today, I did not realize was part of the Underground Railroad. I’m not from around these parts, so certain information is new to me. It is not necessarily part of the research I am doing for the area just east of Ferry Street in Madison, Indiana, but it is just something I ran across BECAUSE of the anagram. No surprise… I get information on research through my anagrams all the time. It may be difficult to explain but it is just something I am used to now. 

An excerpt read today:

“Although he arrived in Madison in the fall of 1839, Chapman Harris moved into Eagle Hollow, about one mile east of Madison, in 1840. His home, located on a high rise facing the river, was reputed to be a place of frequent crossings.”

I was actually looking for information on Lonesome Hollow, which is a little closer than Eagle Hollow, but it is nice to learn something new every day. I have been in and around an old stone farmhouse (with the owner’s permission of course) in Lonesome Hollow and would like more information on it. Maybe the owner can tell me more.

Meanwhile…Enjoy the collages. They make a few connections to that which I have been working on.

Being in the mood, I decided to change the header today from the Mt. Redoubt photo that looked like a crystal skulled skeleton lying in the snow to the one with a rope alien. I took this photo, of a rope going from an upright on the riverbank to the Delta Queen, when she was last in town, turned the photo sideways and mirrored it, then found the little alien girl in the photo.

Waddya’ think? Do you see her? Somehow I am guided to do such things…

another week goes by

Did anyone happen to notice that there was a story that incoming space rocks would now be classified? I saw that (on June 10th) and couldn’t help but make a connection a couple of days later as I am reading about a boy being hit in the hand by a meteorite. There is a strange sense of humor out there in space.

 I noticed the first story and put a mention of it in my comics collage that day. You will note I have a bunch of them today, since the last time I posted was the 7th. It has been bicentennial week in Madison all week, the 200 hour party. I have not attended the happenings but did get to the library once. Maybe you can tell what kind of research I have been doing this past week, just by reading the comics collages. Maybe not. I looked at a little about the button factory, the cemetery, the tavern that was next door, and it also was a service station at one point, too; I skipped around I tried to find a little more on the pork industry and hoped to find something about the train hauling product from the east end of town, but found nothing yet. I know where the track used to be. Tying things together will take a while.

The digital TV button was pushed this week, so around here there is no more TV. I have a converter box and an antenna, but I also have trees and live in the hole between the hill and the river. No more TV signals. It’s funny, the last night of TV, after the other stations had already gone digital, CBS stayed on until midnight, long enough for me to see an interesting show. I saw part of a show called the Ghost  Whisperer; I had not seen it before. Normally that channel didn’t even come in, but there was a two-hour window. Through it I made a ghostly connection. Earlier in the day I went to the Salvation Army (sometimes I feel compelled to for some reason) and shopped for about three minutes. I had 5 bucks on me, was all, but enough to pick up an old never-before-used-game called The Little Ghost Game, by Tee Pee Toys. The connection comes in by watching the ghost show which had to do with a little boy ghost named Owen, who was “playing a game”. I happened to be online at the time looking at names of some coopers  in the 1890-91 City of Madison (Indiana) Directory, and saw there had been a family with the last name Owen in the neighborhood, not far from here. There’s always a connection someplace.

I have a few books for a change of pace: The Tragic Saga of the Indiana Indians, about (duh) Native Americans in Indiana, another book titled All We Had Was Each Other, which is about the black community of Madison, Indiana, and The ESP Enigma, the scientific case for pyschic phenomena. Yeah, I know…

For the moment I have exhausted the present search about the railroad on the riverfront for now, so am putting that on the back burner a while, and need a little break from all the ghosts trying to talk at once around the neighborhood. I took a google fly-by down Vaughn Drive, so I could get a photo of part of the old waterworks, and made the realization how far the old railroad tracks used to go on Vaughn (for my history blog), but have no real photos or illustrations yet. I’ll keep working on it. Meanwhile, I have done a few more posts on the history blog and updated a couple of others with a few loose ends. Always something.

Sorry about doing so many comics collages in one post, and not doing any anagrams lately, but I can only handle so much information in my brain at once. Anagrams are very telling, and they take a lot of energy, and sometimes, I just don’t need to know the future…I just need to go with the flow.

Speaking of that, I hope you enjoy the flow within the collages which run in order from top (6th-7th) to bottom (13th).