The Moody Blues are part of my life since I was a kid. Their songs hold so many mysteries and amazing stories within their unique sounds.. Today while listening to their music from YouTube the whole LP , In Search of the Lost Cord, one particular song I found something amazing. I have heard this song many times over the years. I only really heard something new today do to the fact of my excellent headphones. Total 360 degrees sound. Also known as a 3D audio effect. The song is called The Best Way to Travel. This album was recorded in 1968. I invite you to listen to the song. In my poetry section I have written poems entitled the Fibonacci Poems based on the sequence of the Fibonacci Numbers. In general this is the form of the spiral in nature. I was awakened to the Fibonacci Sequence as sound within this song and I was touched like a child. I guess I was ready to hear it or ready to see it. Pretty awesome… To hear and capture the Fibonacci sequence within a Moody Blues song recorded in 1968 is a wonder to me. Who are these guys ?? My focus is on the song not the images in the You Tube presentation. So close your eyes and have an experience…of the spiral of nature. It sounds like a little electrical cricket.. A little glitch in the beginning of the song.. but hang on it goes away in a moments time.
Saw the Austin Texas punk band the Big Boys at the http://www.whiskyagogo.com/site/ my first time. This song defines the wild electric craziness of that time period: the early 1980’s Punk Scene.
I find that often men tend to break my pace. They call me names and belittle me…not all of them just a few, yet those same ones are afraid of me, so they only belittle themselves…
Still this song is in the heart of me and “my pace” in life,
Happy summer solstice
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It was a late spring night leading to the hot nights of summer. Sunday at BJ’s got the old appetite going just right. Arriving at 10 pm seemed like an easy sitting for some food and a few beers, yet this was not the case. We were handed a restaurant blinker and the wait began. We went outside to wait under the night sky sitting on the red brick. We watched women in their stilettos, young men and their dates, groups of computer nerd men and happy families coming and going from the late night pub. This evening something strange happened. I did something I usually do not do. I started to scan the hotel Hilton a couple of parking lots across the way. I would say this Hilton is a 20 story high Hotel. Some nagging thoughts came to mind,
“Look at the lights in the rooms” and “I wonder if I could see any people in these rooms?”
As I scanned the now black and white hotel I realized how the rooms looked fairly empty. Some curtains were drawn and some open, a few lights on. Then one room pulled me in as a focus magnet. It grabbed me in. I could hear my family talking besides me. Yet, time blurred and I felt time slow down as well. In my view was a large big screen TV monitor which was the size of the hotel room. It was unique and the image was set back but I could tell what it was. The image was the movement of soft hues of blue and it was moving around and around in the dark room. I thought to myself,
“How strange it is to see this, There are not any other room like this one!”
Flash. I saw a flash. This flash lit up the room like an electrical storm, and then I saw the flash again and again go off. My senses were on edge and my focus was even pulled deeper not knowing at first what pulled me like water down a drain into this drama that was unfolding before my eyes. My over curious mind told me,
“I know that light, it is the flash from a camera, and it is quick and bright and blinding.”
Seconds later the lights in the room were turned on and I viewed the back of a man. No one else was in the room that I could see. He had on a white shirt with long sleeves, a black tie and he had black hair, wavy black hair. He was a husky man. The room was still dimly lit. Then he took some more shots with his camera. It looked like he was taking his pictures on his camera towards the large TV screen from different angles. The light from the room went off completely in moments. He continued to take more shots with his camera. Then it stopped. I was slightly aware of talking next to me again and of people coming and going around me. I clearly said to myself,
“This is so strange and I feel awkward about this, why am I continuing to stare?”
In another moments time he took another picture in the dark. It flashed and lit up the room. I noticed him clearly behind the flash of the camera. He was taking the shot in the direction towards the outside of the hotel room. I woke up and my mind yelled,
“What? He has turned around and is taking pictures from his hotel room of this town, of this restaurant?”
I was shocked like the electric flash of his camera.
“Has he caught me looking at him? Is he communicating to me by flashing his camera my direction?”
The room was far enough away and high enough not to catch my gaze from the inside of a hotel room. Yet in my mind I was thinking,
“Oh my, he has sensed me, he found my interest. Why is he taking these pictures, of whom is he capturing in his camera in the room? I see no one else there?”
I did not want to watch anymore so I slowly with great strength moved my stare away from the room. I noticed from my peripheral vision that the flash went off a few more times, and as my gaze stopped so did the flashes. The room faded and the restaurant’s blinker went off. Our time had come to go into the restaurant. We waited only 10 minutes, but my heart was racing from this awkward experience as we walked into BJ’s. The black and white of the night died to the warm bright colors of the pub inside and as I took my first drink of beer I let my paranoid thoughts melt away.
“Will he be waiting for us when we leave; was I a witness to something unspeakable or on the edge of the diabolical?
Unpublished Works@ Hudley Flipside June 2012
Her name has come up here and there over the last few days. I am happy to have found her. So many elements to her ways ring true to me. Poetry, the underworld , the cauldron, love-death-rebirth, maiden-mother-crone-… I am very in tune with her and she seems to know me better that I do her. As I am wandering through the dark forest of menopause. I am transforming and changing, stretching and aching. I have reached the second return of Saturn. I am 54 and I am at that place of the mystery of women. Passing the tests of time of experience, of knowledge~ maybe too I have passed her tests. I hope so. It is not so lonely now. I am ready for story telling, sharing and learning. She is calling me… all women..!
Innocence has at time… and we need to protect it…