I think it fair to speculate that I have a better awareness of the potential of things, where they might go and what they might morph into, than many. I kid myself that I can see scope out of a potential. I have a big picture preference. I can envision bigger scope.
I am not an eejit nor a gobshite.
Last night I had a restless night because “the dreaming” was highly perturbed. There were multiple events running into each other mostly pertaining to people from my UK past.
After things have had a massive “car crash” what might arise out of the debris, the ashes, is difficult to anticipate. “Car crashes” can be like a dose of salts, a good clean out. The reboot may not be successful; the system may not have a good recovery point. The dreaded blue or black screen of death may persist for a long time until a way forward is found. Things grind to a halt in the car crash.
Of late something weird has been going on with my computer and network. Google has been complaining and asking me for Captchas which suggests that something is off and perhaps someone is playing “silly buggers” remotely.
I am aware that the contents of this blog have the possibility to “explode”. There are some/few to whom what is here may be of more than a little interest. I would put the likelihood as low but the potential impact of a wide scale happenstance as high. With publicity things could easily get out of hand. There are perhaps some who would not want this, others who might.
It has a very low probability – high impact scaling in my mind. It is potentially big but it won’t happen.
On one level what I am saying as an ex-scientist is that I have “evidence” for prior incarnations reaching back thousands of years. Were I still a gainfully employed practicing scientist at a top university, such a claim would be more “interesting”. As it is I am just another weird eccentric British expat living in rural France. Maybe I have lost the plot entirely? This is an easy thing to suggest in PR terms.
Dr Whacko McNutjob…
It is an easy sell. One many would buy.
The potential for all this to change both suddenly and to a large degree exists. Potential may never manifest.
The phenomena of last night and to an extent still this morning suggest that a large scale perturbation in the web of life is ongoing…The jungle drums are sounding…
Something is up…
I am unclear as to any easy mechanism for it to involve me directly and/or in person.
I am not sure what excuse or justification anyone could make to me in order to explain {con}. I cannot see what might be cobbled together which would offer credibility. An open and honest approach is very unlikely because that is against normal modus operandi and the desire for control. People who like cunning plans do not understand honesty nor approaching with open hands and open hearts. It is alien to them.
Before sleeping last night I revisited the idea of a “Quantum Telepathy” patent application. If I am going to write something that might be more fun than a novel, though one could morph into the other.
I wonder if Whacko McNutjob would be an acceptable name for deed poll…
“If you’re a permanent resident overseas, you cannot change your name by deed poll.”
I would have to move back to the UK to do this…
Maybe it is all in my imagination and there is no hoo-ha going on…



