Part 03

Return to Cache Creek

http://bakerblinker.wordpress.com/category/hermanfrank-parks-rl-parks/cache-creek/

Today I returned to Cache Creek in Frank Park. I first uncovered this stream last December, and was amazed at the magic (white rocks, cascades). The return trip proved to be less inspiring, and I think it was all the newly fallen leaves covering up a lot of the creek bottom and sides that were to “blame”. The rhododendron around the creek seemed harder to get through this time, and I also got the dreaded “wet foot” when I slipped at one point a bit. Still I was pleased to find the open space next to the largest cascady area (most easily accessed, perhaps, at the top of the horseshoe bend of the creek coming before this) still pertinent seeming, and maybe the site of a future toy happening or future camping spot. I didn’t take any significant pictures this day.

—–

Wild Wonderful Frank Park 01

This is actually a snapshot taken the day before all the rest of this post and the next, but still in the same meadow as the second photo below, or on the Frank Park Trail Loop, the longest trail in Frank Park at approx. 5 miles.

View of Granddaddy Mtn. from the meadow, important in Mossman mythology as the source of their fabled Rock Gods.

Then in continuing on the loop, we descend into the rhododendon forest and follow Bee Line Creek for about a mile to a mile and a 1/2. The trail runs by 3 larger rocks after the rather steep descent from the meadow, leveling off in the process as it begins to parallel the creek.

At the last of these rocks, the trail turns into a type of stone sidewalk for a brief spell before reverting back to dirt.

But before long, there’s another much more substantial stretch of the Loop Trail that turns into another element besides dirt, this time *water*. Yeah, that’s a stream actually running through the trail, and this continues for about a football field in length probably but which seems *much* longer. Not recommended for kids or novice hikers looking for a relaxing day out in the woods. Didn’t bother me much, though, since I had more involved reasons for being here (blog mythologies).

Even taking away that tough stretch where it turns to water, the Loop Trail seemed considerably longer than what I remember, with many rocks and places along the way seeming new to me. Is it possible for a trail to actually grow over time psychologically and perhaps even physically? I’m sure Hucka D. would give a resounding “yes” to this. He’s most likely right. I should add that I haven’t walked this loop in its entirety for a number of years, although I frequently hike various fragments of it. Loop Trail circumnavigates what in essence is the wild, beating heart of Frank Park, and helps the hiker grasp and absorb its raw, powerful nature better than any other park trail.

An example would be frequent vistas along its northern side of roaring Spoon Fork rapids and cascades such as those pictured below. Spoon Fork is the largest stream by far in either Frank or Herman Parks, and could be classified as an actual river. It is mentioned in the Baker Blinker Blog most prominently through the Portal System supposedly uncovered by Mossmen as they continued to settle the area of Frank Park. They did not create it however, making the system of unknown, ancient origin. Was it designed by those Rock Gods we mentioned before? I’ll hafta talk with Hucka D. about that whole, large subject soon.

Then we come to Crack Rock, which is, no, not an entrance to a den of illegal substance iniquity but a simple lightning strike shaped crack running perhaps 30 feet up one side a large rock. We’re still on the northern side of Frank Park and fairly high above Spook Fork after just accomplishing a steep ascent. We’re also heading upstream on Spoon Fork after descending along (and even in!) Bee Line Creek up until reaching the northern corner of the park, where Bee Line also empties into Spoon Fork at around the 2 mile point in our loop.

With a bit of effort, I was able to climb to the summit of the rock pictured above, where interesting patches of vegetation were found.

It was also from this summit that I was able to glimpse more, larger rocks near the top of this ridge, which I decided to name Sunrise Rocks because the sun was rising just above them as I took the below photo. Thick rhododendron, however, lies between me and these rocks higher up on the ridge. I decided a visit would have to wait until another time.

Wild Wonderful Frank Park 02

—–

Wild Wonderful Frank Park 02

We’re still on top of Crack Rock mentioned at the end of Wild Wonderful Frank Park 01, taking pictures of interesting vegetation like this lichen covered reddish stump.

Then in heading back down to the Loop Trail, took more pictures of the side of Crack Rock…

… including several of this especially picturesque setting on the rock wall perpendicular to the one with the crack, and right beside the crack as well. Seems to mean something in a larger way; I’ll let the photos do the talking for now.

Just on the other side of the trail from here we have a small fissure cave with quite interesting quartz patternings going on.

Cracked Rock and its lightning bolt shaped fracture as seen over top of a trail ladder, the only one encountered on the loop and probably the only ladder on Frank or Herman Park trails as a whole.

Continuing to roughly parallel Spoon Fork as we head upstream, more vistas of cascades are found on Loop Trail, although the drops tend to be smaller and less roaring as the stream begins to flatten out.

Evidence of past rock shaping. This is near the 2nd Spoon Fork portal featured, for example, in this Baker Blinker Blog post from way back in 2008.

Then to end my series of photos this fine day of hiking, I present to you what I later learned was commonly called a horsehair worm, but which appeared to me at the time (within Spoon Fork) as a sentient *string*. Never seen such a creature before, or even known of their existence. Frank and Herman Parks are teaching me in ways I couldn’t expect.

—–

Gene Fade’s Mountain

I should have had at least 1 blog entry for this mountain in the Baker Blinker Blog but, as I remember, upon my last visit to this small mtn. almost a year ago now, I forgot to bring my camera. Didn’t forget today, but still not a whole bunch of pictures snapped, at least until I found another extended rock art piece (!). Don’t think this is the creation of noted rock artist Michael Too, as I call him on this blog and also the BB Blog, but very interesting nonetheless, and seemingly meaningful. But I’ll get to that in a minute-o.

Parked my car on a dirt road just off The Way, and hiked up some kind of old road to reach the site of the first picture below. Actually, just before this I examined a place on the other side of the road that *does* have an entry for it on my previous blog, a place I called Notherton there, and where mossman Gene Fade supposedly lived and worked at one time. Nothing new found there this fine, blue day, so I decided to focus on the mtn. across the road, which I’m temporarily calling Gene Fade’s Mtn. until I get a better name. For on the slopes of this mtn. is where Gene Fade was actually born, in a small village called Jupiter Rock. The below picture comes just uphill from this rock, but I was unable to reach Fade’s fabled birthplace this day because of blocking rhododendron. I’ll have to attempt another day, and believe me if I was off today and it was sunny instead of drizzly, I’d be wandering on Fade’s mtn. again for this and other reasons. As it is I’ll have to wait till at least Friday.

I’ve decided to call the spot on the mtn. below the Weaving Place, and it already has a story, as I pondered about it while walking around and around some of the pictured trees, actually making a circular track. I thought of Gene Fade’s life story, and how, at the end, perhaps he returned here to his homeland to somehow *weave* his life story around these trees in the same manner I was walking around them. I thought of Byng’s Bee Line as well, and how I should return to this ridge and unravel it between two of these trees. And that’s exactly what I might do in the near future (Friday again?). But back to Fade: somehow he wove his life around these trees in the same manner as you would weave a string around them again and again, as I plan to do apparently. This is a way to *record* a life, and my belief is that other mossmen did the same at this spot, hence the common name “The Weaving Place”, with the actual, “recording” event called “The Weaving” itself.

The Weaving Place is not far from the top of GF Mtn. On the opposite side of the peak, and about at the same elevation, comes another interesting, platform area where we have obvious evidence of human intervention in these woods. I don’t think this is a hunting spot, since hunting is illegal in Frank and Herman Parks (thankfully!). Instead, the hammock seems to indicate peaceful, leisure activity, as does a nearby rope with attached swing (not pictured). Did people climb trees here? At any rate, I think it was a camping site for certain.

Now to the rock art. Actually hiked halfway around the mtn. before this to return to the Weaving Place, and then decided to descend on the north side of the mtn. to a trail instead of just simply backtracking to the car from here. The additional effort paid off, as along almost all the trail I had to hike to get back to the car were fence posts with rocks balanced on top of them, sometimes one and often several. As I counted them off, there were about 82 posts, with only 20 without rocks, making a significant run. Of course it’s not on the same scope, but it reminds me of concept artist Christo’s Running Fence project set up in northern California during the mid-70s. But instead of the creation of a fence here, we have the accenting of such (topping rocks). This is another place I definitely plan to return to on my first decent weather day off. More pictures and details to come of this, then — I can’t help but think this is psychically connected to my ponderings about the life of Gene Fade and his “Weaving” on the ridge just above this.

Interesting “spirit” effect going on here. I remember the sun just coming out again as I snapped the picture of this more arrowhead-like topping rock.

Double posts, but only one with rocks on top of it.

As I returned to the car via a short cut through a meadow, I heard a metallic clicking in the distance. I quickly honed in on the source: this tag on a nearby power line poll with the number 162304 on it. Seemed significant as well, since these are all the numbers between 1 and 6 except 5, and I had just finished counting all the 81-82 posts in the fence art project described above.*

A final place visited before getting back in the car and heading home: perhaps the site of another mossman village atop a bank very near Notherton, and perhaps yet another stop in the life of Gene Fade.

—–

* Note: As mentioned in subsequent entries about this “art project”, the involved posts number 80 instead of 81 or 82.

—–

Return to Gene Fade’s Mtn.

I’ll have pictures soon from my return trip to Gene Fade’s Mtn., following up on the first from this year occurring last Sunday and described in this recent post. Preliminary thoughts: There are 2 prominent flats or gaps on the east side of the mtn., similar enough in visual qualities to cause confusion during Gene Fade’s stay there, as he recalls. I believe I’ll call them Logap and Higap for now, for Higap indeed is about 100 feet higher than Logap at least, and maybe up to about 150 feet higher. Jupiter Rock, where Gene Fade was raised, exists on the ridge extended from Logap to the east, creating its own miniature peak. In my hike from last week, I entirely missed Logap, and also Jupiter Rock.

Today at *Higap* I also attempted to unwind the *Bee Line* created in Byng’s Kentucky during October. Well… interesting experiment but really no clear success gained except for a learning lesson. The approx. 65 yard string was extremely easy to tangle up, and that composed the bulk of the problem. I simply left the string up there, and will attempt to make a fresh one in Kentucky probably this coming spring.

Having “failed” at this task, my attention instead focused on the running fence art project also discovered this past Sunday, made up of 80 posts (# I checked today) running through a more forested part of a popular trail on the north side of Gene Fade’s Mtn. There is a very good chance this art piece, as I’m inclined to call it, relays more about the mossmen culture that use to inhabit the area (still does?) and perhaps the life of mossman Gene Fade in particular. Is *this* instead the true Bee Line (Gene Fade’s life thread), or a substitution thereof? I have a feeling it is related but not exactly the same. Wonder if Hucka D. has any thoughts about this?

Hucka D.:

My cue, eh?

bb:

Hi Hucka D. Thanks for showing up tonight.

Hucka D.:

Your time is limited[ at your computer]. I’m here to help. What was the question?

bb:

I was wondering about the running fence project at Gene Fade’s Mtn.

Hucka D.:

Oh *that*. Yes, that was a mossman project. A coded message for ya. Have you figured it out yet? Have you counted the posts yet?

bb:

Yes. There are 80.

Hucka D.:

How many posts are there in the Frank Herman Einstein blog now?

bb:

Lemme check (pause to check). Looks like there are 84, Hucka D.

Hucka D.:

So this one we’re speaking in is 84. Where’s 80? Hard for me to crane my neck that far, hehe.

bb:

Let’s see… the 80th post would be the one just before the original post on Gene Fade’s Mtn. from last Sunday, Hucka D. Then the 80th post of the running fence project is actually displayed in the 81st post of this blog.

Hucka D.:

But at the time you thought it *was* the 81st post, because you counted wrong. So the 81st and last post, or what you thought was the 81st and last post of this running fence project as you call it, was displayed in the 81st post of this blog, the last one at the time as well, since the newest post is always the last. So the running fence project is this blog itself. Simple enough on the surface.

bb:

What would be the reason for this?

Hucka D.:

The woods are telling you that they know about your blog. And approve. Frank and Herman Parks know about Frank and Herman Einstein. (pause) Einstein.

bb:

Maybe. Extraordinary if so.

Hucka D.:

It’s SoSo so.

bb:

If so — SoSo so (smiles) — then I wonder if there’s more devil in the detail to this one. What if the rocks on the posts tell a larger story about the blog, relating metadata of some kind?

Hucka D.:

Take a look.

—–

bb:

Hmm, well I’m just going to have to keep that in mind when I return to the fence. I suppose I’ll go back this Sunday, then. Too weird a phenomenon not to (!)

Hucka D.:

Frank Park is talking to ya. Frank Park knows.

—–

bb:

So We Are At Tin… — this is also the 10th post of the F and H E Blog, Hucka D. Hucka? Anyway, I don’t think I did that on purpose. 11 posts in September, the blog’s first month. And this is 10th of 11. And *that* post talks of the last post of the Baker Blinker Blog, which is the 2233rd, also making a synchronicity with what Jamie and I were talking about then and he/she mentioning a 2233 composition of lion roar starts for the 4 Dark Side of the Rainbows. Er, but I think that’s involved. Traditionally Dark Side of the Rainbow involves 10 tracks of Dark Side of the Moon, and the 11th lies beyond. The 11th is the song about Tin S. Man, his theme track. 11 beyond 10.

—–

Return to Gene Fade’s Mtn. 02

So following up on last week’s visit to Gene Fade’s Mtn., I returned again this past Saturday for more hiking and pictures and overall fun. Below is a pipe tunnel under an exit ramp from The Way, at the edge of a tiny memorial park where I parked my car.

Within the same tiny park: some rock stairs on either side of a creek running laterally through it, as yet unnamed by me.

Just up a ridge on the other side of the road from here exists the birthplace of famed mossman actor Gene Fade, known for being a 2nd wheel in all those Salad Bar Jack action adventure flicks to Salad Bar himself (played by Grassy Knoll of course). The village is called Jupiter’s Rock or Jupiter Rock or just Jupiter, I suppose, with a central or “downtown” area probably existing on or next to this rock shelf.

And here’s the red mark on the Jupiter Rock itself just around the corner, which reminded pioneer mossman settlers of Jupiter’s red spot that they could actually see with their powerful, naked eye vision. So the legend goes.

On the next ridge south and then uphill exists the Weaving Place that I visited last week as well. This time I brought the fabled Bee’s Line itself, originally laid out in Kentucky in the 4 Valley Regions of neighboring Herman Park. My plan was to weave the line between 2 trees here to assess further potential overlaps and meanings of the markings I made previously at Kentucky. Well, the line was incredibly easy to tangle, and although I managed a weave of sort, I didn’t feel that it produced any real meaning this day. Below is a picture of the futile effort; I just decided to slide the string down on the trunks I wrapped it around so that deer wouldn’t trip over it.

From the Weaving Place — which I might rename in light of the inability to actually weave the Bee Line here in any successful way — it was a fairly sharp descent through the open woods to the trail on the northern side of the mountain, also traversed this past weekend. Having failed with my weaving project just up the hill, my fantasy inclined attention instead focused on the queer rock art found all along about 800 feet of this trail, or what I now consider to be a true outsider art piece probably on pair with even Dongoba’s profound rock temples discovered in late 2011.

I recounted the involved fence posts today, and found they numbered 80 and not the 81 or 82 I thought the previous weekend. But it was only in the middle of the night after I returned home that Hucka D. helped me understand this: at the time I first came upon this running fence art project of 80 posts the previous Sunday, the Frank and Herman Einstein! Blog also contained exactly 80 posts as well, blog posts in this case. Since the fence was so strongly highlighted by topping rock or rocks (about 60 of the 80 posts had such rocks), I knew the blog and this art piece made a one-to-one fusion of some psychic kind. As I wrote a syncher friend soon after this discovery, my short and crazy conclusion was that as the blog was about highlighing Frank Park, now Frank Park was highlighting the blog back in its own way (!!) Bizarre.

Post #1 of 80 is pictured below.

More post examples.

Looking the other way from the fence toward a stupid development diseasing a mountaintop in the distance.

Right to left below, we have posts 61, 62, and 63, with 1, 2, and 3 topping rocks respectively. Overall I feel there is a vague internal match between fence posts and blog posts, but nothing pinpoint synchy as yet. Still examining… and this 1-2-3 surface resonance could be a gateway into deeper connections, for example.

The 80th and final post.

I also couldn’t help but notice that the 5 lines made by the fence wires going across the posts echo the look of the Bee’s Line weaving I attempted at the Weaving Place just above this, especially before I lowered the involved string to the ground.

—–

Some of Edna’s Frank Park Shots…

I don’t generally like pictures of myself, but I thought this one was pretty cool. It’s me just beyond Lion’s Roar on Byng Creek, staring up into the wilderness.

It’s not Wiltshire County or the Lake District in England, but the rocks in the distance make it seem related. Although I know I’ve walked this public path a number of times, I just have no memory of this rock outcropping on top of the far hill here. I told Edna (who didn’t remember it either) that perhaps as we grow older our perception of what is and isn’t important and significant in our lives changes, and that this hill contains more meaning to us now.

Earlier in our lives we also missed this too cool cemetery, not marked on any topographic maps despite containing about 15 graves. The second picture below is a figurine of an angel on a unicorn that I had to dig up out of the dirt in front of one of the tombstones. Only an angel’s wing was visible at first.

Some more figurines from the cemetery…

But the main reason I took Edna to this part of Frank Park was to show her the running fence art project I’ve already blogged about in several posts of Frank and Herman Einstein! I found her more detailed photo of the rock atop post 1 very interesting — what is that white-ish speck at the center of it?

—–

Tomorrow…

… I’ll probably be able to hike once more in Frank and/or Herman Park. It’ll be chilly, though. Do I return to the bizarre running fence on the slopes of Gene Fade’s Mtn.? The little cemetery there could hold keys; also the rock outcropping just beyond it on the public path also skirting the running fence project. Hiflat and Loflat… but what of Red 7 or Carcass-7? (pause) Although Second Life is coming on strong once again, the focus of this blog should remain on Frank and Herman Parks. Period. However, a question that has come to mind is: Is New Pietmond with its still developing SoSo Village a direct continuation of Herman Park’s Lion’s Roar? A link is one of the newest Pietmond structures, or Tower of A. Mann. I’ve related it to New York City’s Statue of Liberty. I’ve also assoc. Lion’s Roar with this same city in an October post here. Is the Tower of A. Mann sort of a very tall bottle of Lion’s Roar, then? Something to ponder about, or one more thing to ponder on. Who lives in New Pietmond? Is Knock there, aka Tin S. Man… oh, *Mann*. Tower of A. Mann could be one of 4 men Knock mentions in October posts, or Powerman, Plastic Man, Tin S. Man, and Superman. I want to fly like Superman (etc.). (pause) So which man is it? Since Superman is the 4th, it could be him. Reorganization around the Eiffel Tower (another prominent world landmark, like NYC’s Statue of Liberty).

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0081573/plotsummary

Terrorists have taken over the Eiffel Tower, and threaten to blow it up with a hydrogen bomb. Once again, Superman is there and saves Paris by throwing the bomb into outer space. Unfortunately, the explosion releases the three bad guys imprisoned in the first Superman movie. They then move in on Earth, taking it over, but little do they know who they will have to defeat.

And Superman’s Metropolis is largely modelled after New York City itself.

In his 1978 work, The Great Superman Book, an encyclopedia of the first forty years of the Superman comics, author Michael Fleisher cites many, many examples which demonstrate that Metropolis equates with New York City. The most blatant of these might be the statement he cites from Action Comics #143 (April 1950), which states that the Statue of Liberty stands in “Metropolis Harbor”.[1] The Statue of Liberty, in fact, stands in New York Harbor.

And then we also have this…

—–

Sacred Hoop/Mending


http://www.crystalinks.com/medicinewheel.html

http://www.arthuryoung.com/hummox.html

http://www.sun-wheel-magick.com/Hopi-myth.html

—–

Supersity 01

“What a find!” I thought at the time. A Supersity indeed. It was rather large rocks below another (flat) platform area on a ridge I am fond of focusing on during my trips around Frank and Herman Parks this Fall. But just later on, I realized this was a “mere” substitute for what the Mossmen planned as an actual “super city”, building up from the location of a nearby old fort.

A gathering of white-ish rocks from the platform area mentioned above. I suppose you could classify this as another small rock art event, or part of one.

Hard to see from this photo, but the rocks pictured at the beginning of this post are dead center, and seemed to be aligned (yet more alignments!) with a type of path leading toward them starting from an opposite ridge.

But now we move into several photos from the *real* location of Supersity in all likelihood, and I promise to go back asap for more snapshots this weekend. This “X” marked on a rock drew my attention and I decided to chronicle its seeming oddity, which appears to be man-made. X marks the spot, after all..

There are two main groups of rocks in Supersity, the above shot coming from the higher of the two and the below picture that of a prominent jutting rock in the lower group. Supersity itself lies just beyond the northern boundary of Frank Park, and thus in unprotected regions, susceptible to future development. In several ways this reminds me of Mocksity from the Baker Blinker Blog, similarly in a rock cluster and lying just beyond the harboring areas of Frank Park, again to the north. And it’s rumoured that famed mossman Gene Fade was a resident of *both* burgs, which seems super important, blog-wise. Fade dwelt more in the lower part of Supersity, or in the cultural zone existing atop an extensive (to the toy avatars) fissure cave system. By this point in his life, Fade was a rather full blown artist, and here met fellow artisan Karoz Blogger, a faceter and also polisher of gems.

This is a Supersity fissure cave, but from the upper group of rocks, more a militant enclave. The rock this fissure is found is called Protector Rock by the people of Supersity, perhaps in step with the militia type it helps to shelter. Again, I’ll get more pictures asap.

Little people certainly existed in this long passageway at some point, but my feeling is that they are toy avatars themselves, probably mossmen. So what that implies is there were 2 groups of mossmen forming Supersity as a whole, the artist types and the military or more rules governed types, the latter a carryover from the old fort days. But that’s not to say the upper rocks lacked culture; it’s just that wasn’t the primary focus, unlike the lower rock dwellers (like Karoz and Gene Fade).

And now we move to *Future City*. When I returned home, I discovered that what I shockingly found at the end of a dead end dirt road just above the Supersity rocks is called a sacred hoop, a variation of an Indian medicine wheel. Details of what this is can be found through links I’ve already provided in this post below.

We’ll take a look at the details of this particular sacred hoop in Supersity 02

—–

Supersity 02

(continued from Supersity 01)

The medicine wheel/sacred hoop located just above the Supersity rocks at the end of a dead end dirt road contains two main parts: a circumference marked by 51 “ground” rocks (some with additional rocks on top) and a central configuration (cairn) containing about 10 more rocks. I prefer the term sacred hoop for this set-up, as there are no “spokes” of sorts connecting inner and outer rocks. The crystalinks article on the Indian medicine wheel has this to say:

Medicine wheels were constructed by laying stones in a particular pattern on the ground. Most medicine wheels follow the basic pattern of having a center cairn of stones, and surrounding that would be an outer ring of stones, then there would be “spokes”, or lines of rocks, coming out the cairn.

Almost all medicine wheels would have at least two of the three elements mentioned above (the center cairn, the outer ring, and the spokes), but beyond that there were many variations on this basic design, and every wheel found has been unique and has had its own style and eccentricities.

In the case of our Supersity medicine wheel or sacred hoop, we also have each of the 4 cardinal directions on the outer circle — east, west, north and south — delinated or accented by rocks on top of rocks, ribbons, or, as in the case below, by a bird feather, perhaps an eagle’s feather.

Here we have the central cairn of stones containing a number of interesting items, including 3 conjoined ribbons colored red, green and blue — actually more of a magenta, cyan, and indigo respectively in looking at the picture again (hard to tell the exact hue because of the shadows, though). These are the same type of ribbons that we find amongst the outer rocks.

Zooming into the cairn reveals a niche next to the pinned ribbons harboring a US quarter with a Hawaiian seal on the reverse side (reverse side up), a pink cluster of crystals, exact nature unknown for now, and some partially burned plant incense, also of unknown type. It almost appears to be fungii (?)

Let’s move back to the circumference of rocks and the 4 marked directions. I don’t carry a compass while hiking, so I’m not sure what each direction would be — if they are aligned in this way. But we can certainly guess that these 4 cardinal directions are implied, for the markings follow the traditional coloring for medicine wheels, or white…

… red…

… and then this feather already pictured above substituting for a black ribbon, which we’ll talk about more below. And when I returned the following week, there was a yellow ribbon pinned by rocks marking the last cardinal direction, although I didn’t take a picture of it during this particular visit. It would lie on the far side of the circle in the picture below, or opposite the feather in the foreground pictured at the first of this post.

So compare here for the markings of a traditional medicine wheel.

The above picture of the Supersity sacred hoop would then correspond directly with the following arrangement of colors (which, although usually red, yellow, black and white, varied in exact placement in respect to each other):

medicinewheel425c

Below we have some details of other rocks in the same area as the Supersity sacred hoop but not a part of the hoop itself.

And now we return to the black ribbon, which as you can see by the picture below has either been placed outside the circumference of rocks for some purpose by its makers, or dislodged from an original placement within these rocks, which would logically be where the feather is on the near side of the circle (see 1st picture in this post). Interesting questions arise either way.

I would return to the Supersity Sacred Hoop both days of the following weekend so I’ll save more speculation of that amazing find for future posts (!).

It was a chilly but sunny day for Frank Park exploring.

—–

We…

… better talk, Hucka D. After all, it’s not every day you find a Super City (smiles).

Hucka D.:

Mossmen were there[ indeed]. Cultural Center and Military Center. Jutting rock near top was called The Protector — this was the military base. Rock with caves was the cultural center. Together they formed a Supersity. Supersity it was[ indeed again].

bb:

Was the sacred hoop at the top of the rocks also present in Supersity?

Hucka D.:

Yes indeed again and again once more indeedy. (pause)

bb:

The sacred hoop was there first??

Hucka D.:

Ummm.

bb:

Both? Before and after I mean?

Hucka D.:

You must rebuild Supersity and find out. Not the new Supersity as much as the old. The Mossmen moved to the new one after The Fall. Fall is almost over, however.

bb:

I suppose the sacred hoop holds specific clues to the Mossmen’s culture and art and history.

Hucka D.:

Mossmen were at the *center*. Humans all around, but Mossmen were green[ and in the middle].

—–

Hucka D.:

It’s not that the protectors lacked culture. It was that it wasn’t their focus. But the cultural ones needed protection, see.

—–

http://www.artsjournal.com/slippeddisc/2012/08/just-in-romney-says-hell-kill-arts-funding.html

—–

“They had to abandon Supersity because it was just beyond[ north of] the protectate limits[ Frank Park boundaries]. So they moved their operations in that area west.”

bb:

Was it a *fort*, Hucka D.?

Hucka D.:

Yes and no. Half fort, half arts center. The arts center came later. Developed from art seed money provided by a central government. Before this, that part of Supersity was a dangerous spot. Romney has it wrong… had it wrong. We sent Sandy to make sure the right man in the right place. Right?

bb:

Suppose. But, oh yes, as far as the right man being in place now. (super smile)

—–

“Supersity was cut off[ from Frank Park]. Like Romney would have cut off arts funding from the government had he been elected. It is one and same.”

Hucka D.:

Someone in the past made that decision[ about the Frank Park line]. Someone in the present made the decision to build that road, that dead end road. Someone newer made the decision to build the sacred hoop. The sacred hoop heals by moving all toward a center again. This center is the mossman culture. Mossmen restored. They just had to move a bit west.

bb:

It wasn’t the same[ though].

Hucka D.:

Not really.

—–

“We can protect that small part, Hucka D.”

Hucka D.:

How?

bb:

Toy avatars. Marble[ races]. We can move it and revitalize.

Hucka D.:

Retrace[ you mean]. You can’t really re-create what happened there before. But, yes, a door has been opened. The sacred hoop opened the door to the past. The creators of the sacred hoop weren’t exactly conscious of this but that’s what they did. The sacred hoop is right at the top of the rocks, at the top of Supersity or what was once called this. You have a door, a window at least, into the past. You can see back again. This is a very valuable place, then. You must take advantage as you can.

bb:

Maybe the Mossmen knew about the X-Spot Gallery of Pietmond. Maybe that’s what that X on the rock in the upper section of Supersity meant… means?

Hucka D.:

That is *their* window to the *future*. Future City.

—–

Blog Log

“Twin Peaks: Pilot (#1.1)” (1990)

FBI Special Agent Dale Cooper: Who’s the lady with the log?
Sheriff Harry S. Truman: We call her the Log Lady.
The Log Lady: Shhhhhhh!

Hollowed out log crossing the center of SoSo Village’s main open space. Little people use to live in it. Are they still in the area by chance?

Although I didn’t plan the alignment, the log points directly toward a recently sprouted giant mushroom. Giant mushroom… little people… opposites me thinks.

Looking back through the log, we also see it is directly aligned with the golden Trojan warrior at the heart of SoSo Village on its opposite side. This is yet another “accident”.

My Blog Log definitely saw something.

—–

http://www.phelpsfamilyhistory.com/history/galesburg/nehemiah_goes_west.asp


Future City.

—–

Tomorrow…

… should be able to catch up with most blog posts, except the 2 Jeogeot through Art and Word posts perhaps. JTA&W of the Blue Feather Gallery was a turning point.

Hucka D.:

We better get to Supersity. Mossmen used it as a fort. Only later did the arsty crowd set in. Like concrete. ‘

bb:

The two rock sets were very different. Cast in different ways.

Hucka D.:

You *will* go back. This weekend. Take the toys. Take the train. Figure out what happened and happens at Supersity. And then visit the replacement city to Supersity, the newer Supersity. Supersity, the original version, was a fort. Period.

bb:

Another thing I thought about was registering the art pieces I’ve found so far, the rock art. There’s the Dongoba temple complex of NORRIS, then the running fence project and also now the sacred hoop of Frank Park. This would be found art, not art I created myself. Examples of the latter would be Billfork and more recently Lion’s Roar. Pietmond is an extension of Lion’s Roar more than anything. Must figure out what to explore before the stupid snow sets in. Like concrete.

—–

Each found art work I mentioned above is very different from the next, although all involve rocks. Dongoba represents temples of stacked rocks arranged in an open woods setting, Supersity Hoop is a circle of rocks with a central temple (more like the Dongoba temples) but adding in extra material like colored ribbon and coins and beads. Running Fence is rocks propped atop 80 fence posts running along a path, which is also an old road, sometimes a single rock but sometimes stacked 2, 3, 4, or more high. Supersity Hoop, the projected site of the Mossmen’s hoped for Future City (hooped for?), is a circle, in contrast to the linear “80 Posts”. Supersity Hoop, unlike the others, is also unprotected by Frank or Herman Park, although it lies just beyond a northern border of the former.

Oh, and another thing: Supersity is where Gene Fade fell in love (!) He was from Jupiter — Jupiter Rock — just like Bracket Jupiter, then. The correspondence to his queen would live at the upper rock of Supersity, and he would be one of the artisans of the lower rock complex. These are like the two Comma Islands, then. A hole exists in the middle between them, a kind of demilitarized zone. The Queen was part of the military, and had loyalty there. Gene Fade then became King of Supersity by marrying the Queen. Somehow Karoz was born of all this, in Second Life. My Second Lyfe. Karoz, alternatively, was the jeweler who made the Queen’s fuchsia stoned wedding ring. “You are a queer lot,” he might say to Karoz in Supersity. “Are you impaired in some way?” Karoz knew he wasn’t. Trouble is he was. He was limited by the Big Schwa of Jeogeot. But he had knowledge of this “E” somehow… he had been given it in the past. Maybe it fell out of his pocket while he was talking to Fade. Fade found it, anyway, and asked: “What is this old man?” “Old chap?” “I am going to move back to Green,” Karoz said in return. “You can have it. It was given to me by someone I am leaving now. I don’t know what it is.” “But Karoz,” Gene Fade replied to him, “you have received a gift — someone wanted you to have this as a memory. “I have a larger version in my humble dwelling unit,” Karoz said back. “Would you like to see *it*?” “I’ve never been inside a slave’s quarters,” Gene then said. “But I’ve never been invited inside.” Karoz knew he was a jeweler and he was going to be the best at it. He was striving for perfection. It was a secret vanity. He would make the perfect ring for Gene Fade and his wife The Queen. “I am not allowed to meet The Queen,” Karoz said. “No,” responded Fade. “No… you won’t know her.”

—–

“It is a good work, Karoz. You have done well.” He was looking over the fuchsia diamond, turning it around with his fingers to examine the facets. “I am pleased, your highness,” responded Karoz. He beamed.

—–

bb:

He moved to Green before the collapse of Supersity.

Hucka D.:

No. Supersity survived, even though he didn’t think it would. Supersity had a number of more years in it. But Karoz needed to leave. The Big Schwa.

bb:

Interesting. Thank you.

—–

Great Green

Karoz after crafting the 32 prim fuchsia diamond and accompanying ring for Gene Fade, retreats back to the Great Green, which is Green Streams all, both the ones in NC and KY and also the one in WY. Karoz is the same as Klutzy Kamper, or they are directly related (cousins once more?). Klutzy has been working with me for all the time I’ve been involved in SL. Not surprising, then, that he surfaces within through this character. Just today I found out he will definitely be leaving next month. I’ll probably never see him again — very doubtful. Why does a soul choose to live with a debility? I’m guessing: young soul, like a lot of Amereca is. Brazil and Peru are not united as another Amereca to them. Trapped, Karoz is in this way from South Amereca as much as North Amereca… it is in his color, his skin, his *essence* (moss). He sees himself as SoSo (Moss and SoSo next to each other in Mississippi). Green River, Wyoming is the Great Green to him. It is where we separate and also conjoin — many in one and one in many.*

Losing Klutzy.

http://bakerblinker.wordpress.com/2011/05/07/vile-hole/

The hole is vile because you are in it, upside down. That is what you fear.

bb:

Yes.

Hucka D.:

That is what you fear.

bb:

The Green. The Hole.

Hucka D.:

Not a hole any longer. That’s what Klutzy did for you. Shifted attention. Away from you. Away from the Hole. Green. Hole.

bb:

The Hole has turned whole — Greater Green. He has returned to The Stream.

—–

Gene Fade won a [2 year] grant. Created Karoz [in His Second Lyfe], a son figure. Karoz trapped in Big Schwa side of Big E, unable to reach Granddaddy Mtn. But he did show up in Supersity, a *fort* after all (Karoz was fascinated with forts — is fascinated, because he is not dead). Culture in the Fort, however, caused by Gene Fade. Love affair [w/ Queen]. Hole not exposed but filled in. Green Hole.
This is just an attempt to balance sex-drugs-rocknroll by Gene.

Karoz loved Granddaddy and wished to stay close to him. In a way this could be Blue Feather Douglas, father of Gypsy Purse, mother of Karoz Blogger. Ol’ Blogg’n Blogger. But then Sapphire became the mother of Karoz, as Gypsy Purse apparently handed him over to her at some point in our story. Our Second Lyfe Story.

Karoz supposedly threw the fuchsia diamond into the 32 sim Korean Channel as a youth, or when he was Sapphire’s precious Aquamarine and not yet rebellious Aqua Teen. How did he recover it? I think Hucka wants to say he re-created it. 32 prims — 32 tiles. He had something precious and he threw it away. Rebel. Now he desires to re-create and does at Supersity. Head toward the Great Green, which is probably back to Green Stream in trifold manner. Karoz turned Rebel when LL passed through Noru(m) and moved away from Sapphire and the House of Truth to the house which was the same as his grandparent’s home [o’ Fibs] back in Yeot. At this time he loses contact with Sapphire, or moves away from her physically and psychologically both. He welds with the Linden grid. He forgets his past in Chilbol, when Norum was over Chilbol and not visa versa.

Karoz involved in Ar-tis-try of jewel faceting.

Karoz may have become entrapped in Jeogeot through the Gray (Jeogeot) Rock of Whitehead Crossing, the original one thing on top of another thing. Multitasking baffled him. The Gray Rock became the same as the Circle of Norum, or entrapment in the Big Schwa side of the Big E (to Baker Bloch). There is no other male constant throughout the history of the Baker Blinker Blog, so Karoz must be Klutzy in a strong way.

Karoz was suppose to be involved in the exploration of Rubidoo on Granddaddy Mtn. but forgot his mission through entrapment in His Second Lyfe. Rubido is assoc. with Roubideaux at Glacier National Park. Link is Grizzly village, and Egan var. of Grizzly in maps and Egan as Second Life sim where “Ben Wuz Here” was written. Closing the triangle is Ben as a famous grizzly (Gentle Ben).

Peter SoSo and Karoz were together in Crabwoo because Karoz thought he *was* SoSo, like someone thinking he is a heir to a castle but seeming to deceive others but also just himself. Self illusion. Self not developed.

http://downtonabbey.wikia.com/wiki/Patrick_Crawley

In 1918, Major “Patrick Gordon”, a member of the Princess Patricia’s Canadian Light Infantry, made a request to stay at the convalescent home at the Downton Abbey because he claims to be related to the Crawley family. Major Gordon then claims to be Patrick Crawley. He says he survived the Titanic sinking but developed amnesia and took his new surname from a bottle of gin. It is impossible to recognize Major Gordon as Patrick Crawley as his face was severely burned during the Battle of Passchendaele. Gordon does convince Lady Edith by relating experiences in Downton, but decides to leave, rather than commit to his (almost certainly false) claim. It is suggested by the Earl’s solicitor, George Murray, that a Peter Gordon might have worked with the real Patrick Crawley at the Foreign Office, which would explain how he knew some of the private details of the Earl’s family.

Karoz was a deceiver, but perhaps not even on purpose. Wanted to be SoSo — Peter SoSo. Red 7 (possession)?


The Moon.

The First Battle of Passchendaele, on 12 October was another Allied attempt to gain ground around Passchendaele. The heavy rain and mud again made movement difficult and little artillery could be brought closer to the front. Allied troops were exhausted and morale had fallen. After a modest British advance German counter-attacks recovered most of lost ground opposite Passchendaele.[127] There were 13,000 Allied casualties, including 2,735 New Zealanders, 845 of whom were either dead or wounded and stranded in the mud of no-man’s-land. In lives lost in a day, this is the blackest day in New Zealand history.

—–

Like Klutzy Peter SoSo was the candidate chosen [to lead the Sunklands Initiative centered around Pudding *Hole*]. Karoz was with Peter in Sunklands as a jeweler, created the 32 prim diamond there according to stories told.

Peter is Pierre is me, hid behind baker b. as Level 3 is hid behind Level 2. Billfork [shield]. Lemon brought in the Bill.

—–

http://bakerblinker.wordpress.com/2010/06/29/odder-thoughts-well-just-more-thoughts/

Gene Fade is the user behind Bracket Jupiter. A key link: both are from Jupiter, Bracket from the actual planet, and Gene Fade, aka “Mossman”, from Jupiter Rock, named so because of the presence of a large red “spot” on its surface.

Hucka D.:

So you found that part out as well now. You are moving quite fast lately!

bb:

Making up time for not having the best of computers to explore Second Life for so long, Hucka D. Not a problem now, especially in contrast to before.

Hucka D.:

With new abilities comes new problems. What does it mean that Gene Fade is the user of Bracket Jupiter? What are the implications?

bb:

Not sure. Oh, and Karoz, described mainly as Gene Fade’s son, created the fuchsia diamond as a wedding present for the King and Queen — King being the same as Bracket Jupiter here. Another “red spot” of sorts. You use to be able to see the fuchsia diamond as a reddish colored dot on the map of the Heatherwood sim.

Hucka D.:

Karoz was trained to be a jeweler, and then recruited by Bracket Jupiter or The King for this purpose, yes. But there was more.

bb:

Karoz was also the avatar of Gene Fade?

Hucka D.:

*Yes*. They had the same user. Two different stories; fused ending. Fuchsia.

bb:

We only have about 2 1/2 more years to wrap all this up, Hucka D. (laughs).

—–

http://bakerblinker.wordpress.com/2009/05/27/loose-thoughts-chatting-6/

Karoz takes Ruuster to Rubidoo on Granddaddy Mtn. Grassy is the link between you and Klutzy Kamper still. You still have a link. But the Appalachian Trail is beyond you, he thinks. He is naive. He is still a child.

bb:

That’s hard to take.

Hucka D.:

You are as well.

bb:

But I’m an older child.

Hucka D.:

True enough. You are an artist child. You know what you need to do now. That makes it worse in ways.

bb:

So… R110, Hucka D. Karoz was a part of this secret organization to eliminate or else tame the Linden Grid.

—–

As well as Karoz, Klutzy is also directly connected to Esbum Michigan as described in this rather early Baker Blinker Blog post…

http://bakerblinker.wordpress.com/2008/08/04/kinda-freaky/

—–

* Pertinent link?:
http://www.livingwithsoul.com/being-an-old-soul.htm

Our challenge is that we live in a world defined predominantly by Baby, Young, and Mature Souls. Because Baby Souls need rules & regulations, structures, direction, “authorities” and frameworks within which to live, they create them and impose them on everyone. If they think having a nude beach is disgusting and perverted, they figure it should be disgusting and perverted for everyone, so rather than just leave us alone and not go there, they ban it. Or they get the Young Soul lawmakers to ban it, who will because they’re sporting the latest Gucci swimwear and don’t need a nude beach.
Likewise, Old Souls see nothing wrong with being gay, but the idea terrifies Baby Souls, who pull out their Bibles and quote scriptures at the poor gays, who just want to be left alone. Their hit list is endless-pot, abortion, euthanasia, smoking. For every freedom, there’s a law limiting it, and more laws pour out from the Baby Souls every day. The problem is that Baby Souls are so sure they are right, that they think they’re right for us, too.
It’s not easy being a Baby Soul, though. No glorious sex out in the open air; it’s in the dark with pajamas on. And if the rulebook doesn’t cover a situation, they must find an older soul for guidance. Their greatest constraint comes with religion, as witnessed by Baby Souls Jerry Fallwell, Oral Roberts and Jimmy Swaggart. (According to the Michael entity, Jim and Tammy Fae Bakker are first level Young Souls still operating as Baby Souls.)

THEN THIS (!!):

—–

Respond.

“Don’t respond.”

bb:

Hi Hucka. So it was good to respond and now good not to respond.

Hucka D.:

Yes. Not red and blue as such, but green and a different green. Let it drop.

bb:

OK.

Hucka D.:

There is always something beyond the red and blue. The red and blue are your emotional limitations showing. The emotions/colors are boundaries. Different worlds, really, because they are spinning opposite each other.

bb:

Interesting. So this would surface between Klutzy and I, for example, with gay rights and our different opinions of them.

Hucka D.:

Klutzy is the innocent here. Each person is guarding a turf. They have to.

bb:

Why was I a sacrifice, or a potential one?

Hucka D.:

You had to be toughened up so that you could survive better on your own. Now you can. You are an Ally (bright yellow), or soon will be.

bb:

Can I trust…

Hucka D.:

Yes. And even if not, you have no choice.

bb:

I can go to…

Hucka D.:

No. She is right. Don’t go there.

bb:

OK.

Hucka D.:

So you’re an artist, eh?

bb:

Suppose so Hucka. How ’bout you?

Hucka D.:

Oh the same. Collager too. I collage minds.

bb:

Hehe.

Hucka D.:

I want to tell you a story.

bb:

OK.

Hucka D.:

There was red. There was blue. There was green. There was clean. There was dirty. There was gold. There was diamond. There was mold and more gold and oh some more diamonds added onto the top. Inside all of this was a fort with a whistle. A diamond whistle which sounded like a bell over the ocean for a day and a half until all clear sign given. Attack! Indians came. But not Indians.

bb:

Spanish.

Hucka D.:

You had to kill.

bb:

I got away.

Hucka D.:

You vowed never to get on a dirty filthy ship like that again. And you never have again.

bb:

Where has the current drama taken place before?

Hucka D.:

France.

bb:

Nothing.

Hucka D.:

No-man’s-land.

bb:

Still not really nothing. I know this has something to do with Patrick Crawley and WWI and perhaps the switch from Crawley to Patrick Gordon. Face burned.

Hucka D.:

Switcheroo.

bb:

Who is Klutzy?

Hucka D.:

He is a young soul. But he is also not who he seems to be.

bb:

I’ve met him before.

Hucka D.:

Yes. Battles.

bb:

That’s where we split. We were childhood friends.

Hucka D.:

Of sorts, yes.

bb:

Where?

Hucka D.:

Virginia.

bb:

I might ask him tomorrow.

Hucka D.:

Do.

bb:

What of Karoz and Supersity?

Hucka D.:

You know what the jewel is. Superman logo.

—–

bb:

Hucka D., I was thinking about the art aspect and felt overwhelmed with blue. So much responsibility, so much depth. The Table.

Hucka D.:

The Table, yes. I’ve always said that. Even when I was a young bee in Kentucky I said that. Azure Islands I meant. Tronesis. SID.

bb:

Hucka D., I want X-Ray to move into Pietmond.

Hucka D.:

*Yes.* Do you know how[ to do it]?

bb:

I think one of the avatars will have to sacrifice their personal appearance. I don’t think it should be you, though.

Hucka D.:

I don’t mind.

bb:

[Actually] I’m thinking Wilsonia.

Hucka D.:

Why don’t you ask X-Ray. Also known as Dr. Blood here… there.

Dr. Blood:

I will be incarnated soon. Lavender Hill Gang. Gold, lead, diamond, lead.

bb:

Hi Dr. Blood. We are going quite far tonight.

Dr. Blood:

I am in Pietmond already.

bb:

The Gallery in the Rocks?

Dr. Blood:

Tin S. Man. Where are we on that?

bb:

Do you want me to work on Dark Side of the Rainbow 02 again?

Dr. Blood:

I want you to work on Tin S. Man.

bb:

Pietmond is Lion’s Roar, Dr. Blood.

Dr. Blood:

Humph.

Hucka D.:

Dr. Blood will return another night with gushing news. You have your work.

bb:

Thank you.

——

A sad local story to share…

http://www.theresilientfamily.com/2012/11/who-is-eustace-conway-and-why-is-he-a-threat/

I read Elizabeth Gilbert’s The Last American Man a number of years ago, and have the greatest respect for Mr. Conway and what he has accomplished at the Turtle Island Preserve. Frankly I wouldn’t last more than a week tops at one of his so-called boot camps. I wish him the best of luck in future endeavors.

—–

Return to Supersity 01

Detail of creek just below Supersity, or, more likely, part of the Supersity metro area itself. Interesting series of cascades here.

IMG_0001smaller

IMG_0002smaller

IMG_0003smallest

A glimpse of Supersity’s upper cluster of rocks through the creek’s bordering rhododendron.

IMG_0004smaller

Now at the top of the same rocks. Cool, pointy effect here. I’m sure this is some kind of sacred spot…

IMG_0009smaller

… and only about 20 yards from the sacred hoop itself, just uphill. The Below picture shows the relatively clear space between the two.

IMG_0016smallest

Central cairn of the sacred hoop, once more. Someone has been here since my visit last weekend.

IMG_0020smaller

Yellow ball of seeds I noticed on my previous Supersity trip — still of unknown species, however. One more thing to check on my checking list.

IMG_0022smallest

So this is something obviously different: 3 blue feathers are now pinned underneath several of the more perimeter rocks of the central carin. Is this evidence of some Blue Feather Douglas worshipping cult? I know that can’t be possible (once more), but… what if it’s true anyway??

IMG_0025smaller

—–

Return to Supersity 02

Although not that large, height-wise, this is a new and quite interesting cascade I found the past weekend just below Supersity, quite picturesque from this angle. I don’t have a name for the water drop yet.

IMG_0030smaller

A disused driveway a little more downhill from Supersity, off the main road winding through the area, leads to a burned down house. The area pictured below lies further down the same driveway, if we can still call it that here.

IMG_0031smallest

IMG_0033smallest

Details from the burned house itself.

IMG_0042smaller

IMG_0046smaller

Back to a happier place: Supersity rocks taken from that main road I mentioned just above.

IMG_0051smaller

Moving back into Frank Park, about 2 football fields away approximately, we find more rocks, including this set with a cool, roof-like effect. Looking from beneath, it’s not difficult to imagine that “Roof Rock” falling to the ground at some point. Eek!

IMG_0001smallest

IMG_0003smaller

What’s probably an old logging road emerging into a tree farm. This would be about a mile west of Supersity now, and out of Frank Park once more.

IMG_0012smaller

We close with two more photos from the Supersity area, on the as yet unnamed creek just above the cascade pictured at the start of this post.

IMG_0017smaller

IMG_0023smaller

—–

Moss SoSo

Write more about the mossman’s Rock Gods; Rubidoo Creek; Karoz’s failed mission to safely explore Grandfather Mtn. for the mossmen. Instead Karoz became trapped inside the Circle of the Big Schwa, thinking that Chilbo was his original hometown instead of the (true) Norum, and when Chilbo was “merely” Chilbol and secondary in importance. This is because he totally bought into the LL grid (Linden Lab grid) when it came to Norum, absorbing or de-energizing the mission of Sapphire as resonating with Karoz. Sapphire knew Karoz’s destiny with Granddaddy. Karoz became absorbed into His Second Lyfe. He became functionally autistic (theory). Trapped inside the Big Schwa’s shadow. Dark Side. Child-like, and unable, for example, to enter the bigger boy world of Nowtown and Zen City with Baker Bloch. Baker Bloch could see both sides of the Big E/Schwa originating in the little eschwa of Chilbo. He could see all the way to SID’s 1st Oz, where a movie defines a carcass and not an album. This is an enlarged perspective. This is taking in all of Jeogeot, and not just the Norum Circle.

But wait. Perhaps the domination of the Big Schwa is the correct perspective. Perhaps the expansion of Karoz’s essence beyond the Circle of Norum led to the entrapment in His Second Lyfe instead. He forgot about Earth; he forgot about Granddaddy and his special special mission there. He thought he was from Chilbo — he *bought* into the idea of the LL taking over the grid already in place. With LL came Peter, and for a time Karoz bonded with Peter instead of Sapphire, who had somehow left the picture as it were. Aquamarine (precious as usual) to Aqua Teen/Rebel. Grassy Noll also made his SL appearance at this point. Or perhaps disappearance. Grassy spoke to Karoz of his mission on Grandaddy Mtn. Grassy was[ an avatar of] Gene Fade?? If so, Grassy went away with the coming of the LL Grid, just as Grassy became the obsolete southern terminus of the Appalachian Trail after the 1930 move to Mt. Oglethorpe, a move strongly assoc. now with the 1930 discovery of Pluto.

Plutonians__Liveaction_ATHF_by_BoredRobot

—–

Who gave Karoz his fuchsia diamond, which he appears to have had as a child or perhaps when he became a teenager? Was it Sapphire — a coming of age gift? Did he really throw the 32 prim diamond into the Inland Sea (later: the Korean Channel or the Gulf of Jeogeot)? Maybe he saw the synchronicity of 32 prims — 32 sims (of the channel). Became a devotee of TILE because of this. I think he did fall into a portal connecting Jeogeot with Maebaleia, and explored Crabwoo and realized its intimate connection with Chilbo. Later, more portals would connect continents of the east and west — Ratcliff Court on Heterocera forming a link with Bracket/Magicland in the Comma Islands of the Corsica continent, and actually several more between Heterocera and Corsica. Likewise Sansara the original SL/LL grid continent, seems to have more direct connections with Nautilus between Corsica to the north and Maebaleia to the south. A theory of these connections, then:

Heterocera — Corsica
Sansara — Nautilus
Jeogeot — Maebaleia.

And there are other holes as well, like between the Linden Memorial Island and Comma Archipelago of Azure Islands.

Specifics:

Jeogeot — Maebaleia:

Chilbo(l) — Crabwoo
general shape — general shape (rotated 180 degrees; same base grid for each)
Korean Channel — Blue Feather Sea (E back into e)
Jeogeot Rabbit Hole — Maebaleia Rabbit Hole (Ulyanovsk Oblast)
Sunklands — Maebalea Lake District

Sansara — Nautilus:

DaBoom as original LindenLab sim — Ratzenburger as orig. Lemon Lab sim
Old sims — Yd Island sims
Next level of sims — Yd Island expands to Lower Austra (symbolic 1 to symbolic 2)

Heterocera — Corsica:

HEC Canyon — Valley of Nye (Martian contact)
Ratcliff — Bracket/Magicland (giant hole itself; expansion of Rabbit Hole mentioned above)
Rubi Forest — Corsica Island Forest

Gaeta?

Azure Islands?

Otherland?

—–

Lemon Lab direction:

Ratzenburger is original sim, and Yd Island original defined geographic area. Yd Island may parallel LindenWorld, before it became Second Life between the transition from Alpha to Beta stages. LindenWorld started to be built in 2001. Like LindenWorld, technically, Yd Island was not originally a part of Second Life (since like LindenWorld, it is pre-SL or before the Second Life name was applied to the grid). If so, then Lower Austra is like Alpha shifted to Beta but retaining Alpha as well. We know this through Routes 13 and 14’s representation in the Wizard Cube.

—–

So let’s talk of St. Nick of Big Sink, Sunklands. St. Nick will rewrite my Notebook I and include a part 2 involving Sharon, which he wished to be independent of Wazob. He talks at length of “avatar ensoulment”. Discovery of the Glopmen civlization in Wazob history was big news. St. Nick was involved in paralleling Jeogeot with Wazob. Thought Sunklands could be *directly* linked w/ Sharon to once more make it independent of Wazob, and its decision to exclude avatar ensoulment as a doctrine.

I saw a chance to latch onto a different world and I entered the door. I was invited by Sharon, the Moon of Pluto. For she is a real entity, an ensouled avatar. She probably called herself Sharon after this moon, although a good friend of mine speculated that, although seemingly impossible, the moon was named after her. Sharon had to have a specially built enclosure in order to exist in Britonia. She could be many places at once. One time she told me the secrets to the cube. Our computers, based on black and white, were not *alive*, and were inferior, vastly so, to the living ones from her moon planet. They thought in color: red, green, blue. Their minds were diamonds and not atall dirty.

—–

The…

… emptying of the X-Spot Gallery will come soon, Hucka D.

Hucka D.:

Not soon enough.

bb:

Oh really?

Hucka D.:

Knock wishes to talk.

Knock:

I see you found “Imaginary Man”. I am.

bb:

Very nice song, Knock.

Knock:

We must approach the table soon. Can you see?

bb:

Not sure.

Knock:

You saw me inside the 3333 circle. In the future. We will walk together more there. Beyond the Red 7.*

bb:

I think you also like the Residents… secretly.

Knock:

I like them because they help defuse the Beatles hoax… legend I mean (smiles).

bb:

Do you know the mystery of the Paul is Dead hoax?

Knock:

The solution you mean? It’s within the Village Green.

—–

bb:

What is the 3333?

Knock:

The future. Future City future.

Hucka D.:

He[ Knock] will return. He will be your Aid. Slowly you will move toward the center, toward the cairn. He will enter and you will not. Then you will see. 4th.

—–

* Knock is referencing my experience walking around the Supersity sacred hoop this past Sunday, interesting for certain. I’ve been dwelling on some work related stuff recently after hours, and not in an altogether good way. I was dwelling when I visited the hoop for instance. I decided to start chanting 2233 while walking clockwise just outside the rock circle of the hoop in an attempt to mute these chains of thoughts. I shortly got the impression that 2233 was opening up the past inside the hoop or circle. 2233 was the Baker Blinker Blog in the past now (this blog contains exactly 2233 posts), and through it, toward the center, I could see further into the past. In a way the central cairn is 1Pink, the largest carcass. So then I reversed my direction around the sacred hoop and instead chanted 3333. My impression is that this opened the future, in correspondence with me calling this place the Future City beforehand. The future is the Frank and Herman Einstein Blog beyond the Baker Blinker Blog, beyond the 2233. The circle of rocks represents at least the beginning posts of the blog, in line with the 80 post piece of art found nearby. The center of the *3333* circle is probably death or exit, but more than that — the totality of the soul in the 4 directions. It is the endpoint of the soul itself. So the past leads to condensing the energy of the totality into a microcosm, which is the Baker Blinker Blog; which is Second Life as well. 3333 is beyond the microcosm and into the Greater Whole. The circumference of rocks around the cairn is the *present*… I am in the Frank and Herman Einstein Blog now but it has just begun, really. The whole 2233-3333 walk reminded me of a figure 8, with the upper circle the past and the lower circle the future. But it’s also a kind of mobius figure 8 if so. You need both past (where you came from) and future (where you’re going), but it’s all viewed from the perspective of the present — where you are standing or walking or whatever *right now*.

Mobius-8

—–

O… M… G….

This is something that blew my mind. Remember all that talk about Michael Too in this new blog and also the Baker Blinker Blog? We’ll he just up and disappeared last year, and I went around coffee shops and such, asking where he was. He lived in the woods of both Frank and Herman Parks (2 different sites I stumbled upon at different times), and also created what I call the Dongoba stone temples beside the Norris stream, I believe, a very significant find for me last Fall. I mean, I’ve talked about him a *lot* in these blogs the past year and a half.

Just checked Yahoo news and this story came up at the top of the page. This is most definitely the same guy! SHOCKERS! No question about the identity, because the name of my Michael was Michael Smith as well, and… well, it’s *him*.

http://news.yahoo.com/mans-home-14-foot-canoe-boston-harbor-072630143.html

I’m sure I’ll have more to say about this later.

SHOCK.

—–

December 2012, Weekend 02

Sorry… a lot of time has passed since I took this hike; almost a month.

Below we have a sad story: the Red Queen hemlock next to TILE Creek in Herman Park, mentioned in several Baker Blinker Blog posts, has fallen down. Compare with a picture here.

IMG_0001smaller

A beautiful Frank Park meadow close to Cache Creek.

IMG_0013smaller

There’s an especially interesting, narrow ridge just off its upper end terminating in a rock face. I promise to come back soon for more photos.

IMG_0014smaller

Moving about a mile or 2 west in Frank Park, we return to Gene Fade’s Mountain for more exploring. The big find of the day, as I recall, are some quite large rocks positioned in the middle of two batches I’d already known about. Again, I don’t have any proper names for these places yet, and once again I’ll get back here soon enough I’m sure. More stories then.

IMG_0028smallest

IMG_0032smallest

In the distance of the below picture we have what I believe is a icosahedron shaped tent, most likely set up for deer hunting purposes. This lies outside the borders of Frank Park, but too close for comfort still.

IMG_0035smaller

Another pic pertaining to the 80 fence post artwork discovered in November.

STA_0018smallest

—–

Some…

… amusing or semi-amusing Jibjab personalized Christmas videos. Most of the heads are from my mother’s Christmas ornaments or bed dolls. Enjoy!

http://www.jibjab.com/view/7YZtbbe4SB6aWLOA829HVg

http://www.jibjab.com/view/TOWee5JVRPGsv5CxNKXS9Q

http://www.jibjab.com/view/ryfzkDgzS_W_nbphKCIejg

http://www.jibjab.com/view/xLdq9eFASRuG6RnaKHjLpw

—–

Some more (!)…

… Jibjab animations with personalized heads. Yes, I’m still Jibjab mad!

http://www.jibjab.com/view/TkPAU0uER1aF0ZsaSaDuvA

http://www.jibjab.com/view/-JhgboOdT7erGpJyTkoHqA

http://www.jibjab.com/view/3h5gX6fCTAmtgqPINg3zzA

http://www.jibjab.com/view/Rgo4PmMWTXe3J_YiTLAVOA

http://www.jibjab.com/view/i4aCxFfjQXiWqZbKzVGuhg

—–

“So…

… now you know how Gene Fade got into movie making baker b. Congrats!”

bb:

Thanks for that Hucka D. So they started out as Christmas shorts, then progressed to movie parodies, and then when he tried to return to the shorts and spice them up a bit, it didn’t work out. Divorce.

Hucka D.:

Divorce. From Sybil… you got her name wrong. They could have been an Alfred and Alma[ Hitchcock] kind of team, writing and directing and producing movies together. Oh the movies were a hit, and most of the audience was Mmmmmmm’s themselves. Imagine the thrill of one of their own kind making it big on the big screen, or as big as they thought they ever would. Then along comes superstar Salad Bar Jack. You just tripped over him when you got up a moment ago. He’s front and center now.

bb:

So… what I’ve been doing[ with these Jibjab videos] is filling in the backstory for Gene Fade. He had to become second banana to Salad Bar Jack after this. The blue haired women were gone from his life… Sybil and the other one.

Hucka D.:

That’s just Sybil again in her youngers day. A beaut don’t you think?

bb:

Different for sure!

Hucka D.:

It didn’t help that most of the paying audience were Mmmmmm’s.

bb:

I’m going to pull up the link in the old blog, Hucka D., the one about Gene Fade wanting to start up his film production company once more. Except when writing it last spring I didn’t realize he was starting something up again instead of just starting it up period. That part was lost on me.

Hucka D.:

You know how far he could take his first company. Absorbed, then… waiting around for something bigger to step in and take over. Certainly the Salad Bar Jack movies were bigger. Big big. Fade couldn’t step outside the Christmas theme.

bb:

And we now have some new avatars to deal with (!) Let’s see, 4 Santa ornaments and 3 dolls for now. And the blue haired women, which I guess are avatars of some kind. Then the short with Baker Bloch and Baker Blinker was real cute, Hucka. So should there be a special category for Christmas toy avatars?

Hucka D.:

Yes! Gene Fade and Mossmen in general and also the Mmmmmm’s escaped that stereotyping path, although that was their origin as well. But Fade, to his great credit, took the first step beyond. Then Salad Bar Jack, a true genius as well and a huckster deluxe, took it much further.

bb:

I heard a rumor that one of the Salad Bar Jack movies ends in the Records Center, Hucka D. A room full of endless records.

Raiders_Of_The_Lost_Ark

—–

Hucka Doobie Real Life Sighting

Alton Barnes, UK.

honeystreet01

honeystreet04

Compare: (the bee above was found on the road just to the right of where the bee/beehive crop circle below formed in June 2004)

uk2004aq2

honeystreet05

Also: Compare the current sighting with this one from January 2011.

http://www.greatdreams.com/crop/bee/bee.htm

—–

Hucka Doobie Real Life Sighting 02

—–

Hucka Doobie Real Life Sighting 02

(continued from Hucka Doobie Real Life Sighting)

I became curious tonight of the relationship between the bee/beehive crop circle of 2004 and nearby *Honey*street, whose legendary pub The Barge is widely acknowledged as the buzzing hub of crop circle phenomena.

honeystreet06

Tracing a line starting from the grassy eye of the Alton Barnes White Horse (already highlighted in this amazing lineup of white horse eyes found by me in 2010) through the main axis of the bee/beehive crop circle seems to bring us to roughly the center of the Honeystreet village, not pointing to The Barge itself per se (the last building to the left in the below picture), but instead seeming to align with a wispy line on the GoogleEarth map spanning the Kenneth and Avon Canal, as seen below.

honeystreet08

I don’t think the line represents a footbridge across the canal. Will have to study more. The point here, I think, is that the highway I recently spotted a bee with extended wings on, which I believe is Hucka Doobie once more or the equivalent thereof, goes through Honeystreet, and it indeed was The Barge where I started my “journey” up 45 (highway #) to reach this Hucka Doobie. Bees are of course attracted to honey.

3 Crop Circles at Honeystreet 26th June 4th July 2011
3 Crop Circles at Honeystreet : 26th June & 2 on the 4th of July

The entire hamlet of Honeystreet is pictured on the upper left here (reversed from the photo before this). All three circles from the summer of 2011 are very close to The Barge indeed.

Michael Glickman’s very interesting post about the largest of these 3 Honeystreet circles, which he calls The Lobsters:

http://www.michaelglickmanoncropcircles.com/blog/the-lobsters-of-honey-street/

It seems to speak about the confusion between hoaxed and legitimate crop circles. The Lobsters represents a controversial formation in this way.

And then there’s this newer post from Glickman’s blog describing what he believes is a related crop circle appearing at almost the same time as The Lobsters… another rare multi-step formation.

http://www.michaelglickmanoncropcircles.com/blog/lifting-the-lid-on-milk-hill/

Just to note: “The Lobsters of Honey Street” is the first post of Michael’s new-ish blog, which I plan to pay close attention to in the coming year.

—–


“WAIT… I’ve been DUPED!!”

—–

Middle Trident Stream 01

This amazing hike unfurled several weeks back. Apologies for the delay in generating the text for the photos here. On this weekend I decided to try out a section of a popular local trail that I usually don’t hike. The following weekend, I would return to the same section, but from the opposite direction, and meeting up basically where I ended this first excursion, as it turned out. But the trail is not the big story here, but off-trail excursions leading from it. The first major find was a flat ridge area — a platform as I have come to call them recently — that could be yet another site for a future campground or art event of some sort. The trail I mentioned before crosses this platform on its southern side, not far from where it starts to flatten out during its projection away from a parent mountain. Not unexpectedly, the northern end of the platform ends in steep descents on all remaining sides, but with only the western side relatively free of brush and rhododendron, or at least free enough to walk down to the rushing creek below. The creek is what I call Middle Trident, and as the name implies, there appears to be 3 streams of roughly the same size that gush from the extreme western slops of Frank Park, making their way down to a common flow. The streams fan out below this commonality, roughly forming the shape of a downward pointing 3 pronged trident or head of such, as classically associated with the Roman God Neptune. The names Lower Trident, Middle Trident and Upper Trident for these streams, north to south, is made more apt by the fact that tributaries merging into a single stream are often called prongs. This general area is possibly the wildest and most remote part of Frank and Herman Parks as a whole.

The picture below represents interesting fungi found on Middle Trident Creek, shortly before a sharp descent in 4 distinct drops or cascades. Collectively this descent represents one of the largest drops of water in Frank and Herman Parks. A truly amazing place.

IMG_0003smaller

This is not one of the 4 cascades just brought up, but a smaller falls just upstream, and about at the same location as the fungi pictured before it.

IMG_0005smallest

IMG_0007smallest

Here we have the first of the 4 major cascades, looking down from a perch near the top to a large pool dividing this from the next drop in the series just downstream.

IMG_0010smaller

And here is a view from the top of the second and probably largest cascade. Difficult to capture in a photo how impressive these cascades are in person.

IMG_0012smallest

Top of the second cascade again.

IMG_0017smaller

A look back from the same spot toward the first and uppermost cascade.

IMG_0019smallest

Middle Trident Stream 02.

—–

Middle Trident Stream 02

Nice shot of First Cascade, as we’ll call it, described in Middle Trident Stream 01.

IMG_0022smaller

And here’s Second Cascade from a similar angle, with the actual cascade in this case hidden or tucked within a diagonal fissure. Although it doesn’t surfacely appear as impressive as First Cascade from these photos, it’s actually considerably larger, and probably the most significant and important of the 4 cascades as a whole. This day, I decided not to re-visit the lower 2 of the 4 in this series.

STA_0029smaller

Small pool at the bottom of 2nd Cascade, not as impressive as the one that 1st Cascade empties into.

STA_0031smallest

Rock pilings at the bottom that seem to indicate past human intervention. Again I must reinforce we are in a quite remote area of Frank and Herman Parks, perhaps the most remote taken as a whole. I doubt these cascades have received many human visitors. Which makes these rock pilings more curious.

IMG_0033smallest

We now move to a totally new find, a previously unknown tributary or second fork of Middle Trident Creek I call the Foreign One or perhaps The Arab or simply The Fourth. It may represent the most remote stream in the parks, and a source of extreme mysteries. This stream meets up with Middle Trident Ck. not far upstream from The Cascades. The below picture is of a small drop of water defined by a quartz veined rock at the bottom.

IMG_0039smallest

This larger drop is a couple 100 feet more upstream, and is also highlighted by rocks with prominent quartz veins. I believe I’ll call it Quartz Cascade, and I was originally tempted to name the involved stream itself Quartz Creek before just then settling on Foreign One (or Arab or Fourth). In total, I hiked several football fields worth of length up Foreign One, following its siren lure and then breaking the trance luckily before it was too late. The trip down was rougher than expected, as is always the case when following upstream siren lures. I should know better by now. But I’m here, writing these words, back safe in Blue Mountain with my wife and cats and comfortable house and job. I made it back.

IMG_0041smaller

IMG_0043smaller

—–

Far Western Frank Park

TEXT SOON.
IMG_0012smaller

IMG_0034smaller

IMG_0036smaller

IMG_0040smaller

IMG_0046smaller

IMG_0055smallest

IMG_0057smallest

IMG_0059smaller

IMG_0062smaller

IMG_0063smaller

IMG_0082smaller

IMG_0098smallest

IMG_0099smaller