Intro

Morning maestros. Tell me, when you’re conducting your orchestra, have you ever heard the metronome stop, miss two clicks, or three and return?

Let me put it another way, morning howz you bods all doing, where have you all been?

 

 

We have had some experience's, us in here, we have.

We are here to relay them to you.

But first we should talk about time,

The tick in your tock,

Calendar time.

The speed of light is another way.

Maybe that's the correct term considering the gravity of the situation, don't you think?

A new Textament.

 

 

I have a madness of ten, and three more, when it is controlled, the energy goes elsewhere, that is a far more balanced a thing to do with it.

 

So that's what we are going to do,

 

We are of on a ramble again.

But I have to be careful where I tread these days.

You see, my crazy version of life and its infiltration into the numbers on the machines, took a life of its own, not viral.

That was the problem.

 

Now I have reached a stalemate.

 

We have had some discussion about recent events, both external and internal and summed up, ultimatums are a time to add and subtract, take account of your selfish action on others.

This can be brought on by many things.

I have a predictive intuitive ability that actually works, rather like people that can guess where you are in an instant from a photograph.

(It’s a thing look it up)

They are good at it in a superhuman way, there are comps etc.

The point is, some are just better at it, most people can pic things up if motivated by themselves because of pleasure fun or achievement, whatever dings your dong, but then there are the few that bring a predisposition to the action.

Too.

That added to experience is the difference and it shows.

This in of itself causes issues, anyone with an ability faces the torrent of people, adoration vilified and so on, you all know.

Social media has taught you lots about that side of nature, the people that inhabit it (Ghoulgle/youtube/any human energy bank) are the most forlorn raphes made of makeup and plastic, strummed egos, and nowhere to go except the fishbowl.

This is all now so painfully apparent even to the ignorant tan sprayer.

You are being told that by the news all that is wrong and is going wrong.

Each day, by the manikins in front of the LED's blue for you red for me don't worry about other colours.

 

We are told by the great and the good, that we are the problem.

They have been trying to sort us all out for a hundred years, we are trying to civilise you all, the politicians imply this by the hand wringing and the impossibility of it all.

 

So, you can’t or won’t do anything about that, because you don't know what to do.

 

I have been effective in disturbing the status quo.

I have been threatened very clearly.

By the faction that exists in every place among us all, the hateful the angry, the damaged.

 

 

We are going to leave that behind.

 

And tell you a version of the past, by visiting it daily.

It will be a burst.

 

 

Watch this space. oop!s.