Baker Blinker Blog Book IV: Jeogeot II 05b (Mar 2010 02 of 02)


Crescent House? Yes, Crescent House.

“AHHHHH!!”

“WAIT… I’ve been DUPED!!”

Soon fellow pranksters Hucka Doobie and Baker Blinker were sitting beside the window looking out at a great view, just like old times. No more decrepit farmhouse with a giant hole in its roof. They were living the high life now… at least until the owner came back.

“Honey??”


Okeedokee…

http://goddesschess.blogspot.com/2009/06/white-mares-and-crop-circles.html

http://www.cropcirclesandmore.com/geometries/200702mhm.html

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Plant-2:

I have found the center and it is a horse. White. 4 winded. Rotation. Solar, lunar, yin-yang. Red-white. Lodges. Contact.

bb:

Thank you Plant-2. The Alton chalk horse and the windmill of Chesterton — you are relating them with each other, yes?

Plant-2:

Strands of information. Different than all that have come before. Found in Alton (Barnes?). Music… flute.

bb:

There’s no way I can rationally figure out what that stuff means.

Plant-2:

Ask the owner of the Crescent House.

******

“Honey??”

Baker Blinker:

Hucka Doobie, the owner is home from London! What do we do?

Hucka Doobie:

We sit here and stare out the window, just like we did in Gliese, Azure Islands. We do not exist in his dimension.

Baker Blinker:

He circles around us now. He is looking around… maybe he senses changes. He knows of our existence!

Hucka Doobie:

No, not really. He is a ghost to us and we are a ghost to him. The only difference is that we can see him. We pass through him[, though].

Baker Blinker:

I cannot live in this house, still, with him. Now he sits down on the couch beside us with his martini, planning more abstract houses and structures within his head, no doubt. It is not fair to him that we stay here now. But we cannot go back to that haunted farm in Pursey Stokes.

[sips]

Hucka Doobie:

No. We must move again. I don’t want to. We could attempt direct communication with the owner. He is a [White Castle] after all. He gleans something of its mysteries. He is a draftsman. He would understand partially. He would be interested. He will see part of the thing that is presented in the two fields simultaneously. He will understand kind of and sort of The Buddha, which is US. He wears the ridges of a castle torret. He is a king split between two sides of a chessboard. He seeks the queen, the one in Bluebells.

[slurp (to end)]

Baker Blinker:

So do we!

[burp]

Hucka Doobie:

Yes. I suppose that’s where we live next. Tent?

Baker Blinker:

Lettuce leaf him a(nother) presence present.

*****

Plant-2:

Now you know.

*****

“Bluebells Ascension?”


Blue Skies, Mr.

“Sure Fire Picker Upper, 02”

“Sure Fire Picker Upper, 01”

“3 From 4th, Man”


“What has happened…

… to Baker Bloch, Hucka Doobie? This is Baker Blinker.”

Hucka Doobie:

You are sitting right across from me all pretty on the honey colored pillows of the white couch, so I know who you are, BB.

Baker Blinker (not even blinking):

He is gone… a tree I think. There is a virus inside the Queen Oak. Or else the Bluebells Queen. Strange.

Hucka Doobie (staring at the blue top of the red, yellow, and blue painting behind Baker Blinker):

That is for the future not the now. (looking back at Baker Blinker) But we have the (Crescent) House to ourselves again, Not-Honey. He is gone as well, absorbed into The Blue.

Baker Blinker:

Skies, one and all.

Hucka Doobie (looking out the window):

It is nice to talk to you again, Baker Blinker. We are flesh and blood pretend plastic again. We have a house again, a clean white one once more. White and blue. Azure and eggshell.

Baker Blinker:

We must go find Baker Bloch who has been absorbed into the trees in the Bluebells Forest!

Hucka Doobie:

In the future. Now we kick back and rest and take it all in. (continuing to stare out the window in the direction of the Cherhill White Horse) The White Horses, one and all. (sips martini)

Baker Blinker (sipping spring water and staring out the window now as well):

There is nothing yet we can do, then. *sigh*

Hucka Doobie:

*hiccup*


Wiltshire Landscape

“Have you ever been to Swindon?”

~ Dave Lister from the British television series Red Dwarf, upon being asked what death was like after he dies and is brought back to life.

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The emails keep pouring in: “What has happened to Baker Bloch??” and, “Is he really a tree now??” and, “Did he get tired of England and return to Second Life??”, and, if so, “Was it really his choice??” Also: “Where are all these places — Crescent House, Salts Hole, White Horses, and so on — in respect to each other????”

Thanks again to all the fans and otherwise causal readers of this blog for their interest in The Bakers’ most recent adventures in virtual reality. I’ve attempted to give you a bit of an idea about the spacial relationships between Wiltshire County places already mentioned/pictured in this blog through the 2 Google Earth snapshots below, the first looking south and the second north.

The distance between the two furthest placemarks shown in both snapshots, Salts Hole and The Barge, is about 18 miles, or 29 kilometers for you non-Yanks.

Places The Bakers have lived so far in Wiltshire (magenta):

Coxhill Farm
Crescent House (present locale?)

White Horses (yellow):

Alton Barnes (quite fantastically relevant)
Cherhill (almost quite extremely relevant)
Hackpen (not relevant yet)
Marlborough (not relevant?)
Uffington (not relevant, but the biggest of ’em all)
Pewsey (not at all relevant in the least)
Westbury (not very extremely relevant at all, although older than most; not labeled)

Place through which Baker Bloch may have already split the Wiltshire scene, man (purple):

Bluebells (West Woods)

Other places of interested (cyan):

Salts Hole
The Barge
Avebury
Silbury Hill
Queen Oak & King Oak (Savernake Forest)
Stonehenge (yes, *that* Stonehenge; not labeled)


Bluebells & Back

In the middle of the Bluebells Forest properly known as West Woods in Wiltshire County, England, Baker Bloch indeed unlocked a portal connecting First Life back to Second Life. When he opened the crate with the skeleton within, left there by ever practical jokers Hucka Doobie and Baker Blinker (Hucka Doobie was the real mastermind), he was frightened all the way back to that more comfortable, much less texture heavy virtual reality. Merging with a beech within the forest itself — for he was indeed baker Beach, my true name — he then found himself in the middle of a larger, “expanded” skeleton: the skeleton of a ship in the very center of Bluebells sim, Second Life, a place visited a number of times by Baker Bloch this past winter.

But Hucka Doobie, who was one and the same as Hucka D. and not split in two (Baker Bloch and Baker Blinker) like myself, knew what he was doing all along, apparently, for there were now other things Blochs needed to see in the newer parts of the same channel to the south. Like yet another water goddess statue, this one having a quite particular name unlike the others: “She Holds The Sun.”

Another skeleton wreck lies nearby. This would be in the Catoblepas sim now, about 400 meters south by southeast of the Bluebells water goddess statue.

Then another 350-400 meters south by southwest, in Igneoushalla, we find this second goddess statue in the new, southern part of the channel, this one having sunk into the ocean floor a bit and leaning, and also holding a white orb instead of a yellow one. Baker Bloch instantly recognized that this is, in all likelihood, a lunar counterpart to the solar goddess just to the north. The name of the object is more generic this time: “Mythic Corroded Sea Goddess”. Another thing to note is that the water considerably shallower now than before, with the channel’s floor rising 10 meters in the passage between the 2 statues in question. The webbed tail of the “lunar” goddess, even though she is leaning, manages to just touch the top of the water, only 10 meters deep here as opposed to the previous 20.

Having scanned all of the channel below Bluebells, he now returns to his starting point to compare new finds with the basically duplicate statue in that sim.

First off, it’s called a “Mythic River Goddess” here and not a “Mythic (Corroded) Sea Goddess”, like the one holding the white orb in Igneoushalla. Is the channel a part of a sea or part of a river, then? Also, as described before in this December post, the orb the goddess holds is bluish now. I should also mention that this one and the one in Catoblepas (solar goddess) have jeweled eyes whose color matches the orb they hold. The one further south in Igneoushalla holding the white orb has no such jeweled eyes.

While reexamining the curious courtyard once more behind the statue here…

… Baker Bloch suddenly finds himself back in the West Woods of Wiltshire, his “spell” apparently having worn off.

He needed to find the rest of the family and tell them what just happened!


Back…

Baker Bloch:

I have more information.

Baker Blinker:

Yes, Honey?

Baker Bloch:

Don’t call me that. Hucka Doobie, you must take to the air soon. Plains to see.

Hucka Doobie:

Right-o. But should we talk as well as Hucka D. and baker b.?

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bb:

So we’ve jumped out of the Wiltshire virtual reality now, Hucka D.

Hucka D.:

Nice to be discorporate again. Nice to be both actually. Alternating between the two, I mean. How was your trip to Bluebells? Why didn’t you want Baker Blinker to know about it?

bb:

I am Baker Blinker. Baker Bloch and Baker Blinker together. I both went to Bluebells and didn’t go and stayed behind at the Crescent House. I was waiter and waitee at once. I am bb.

Hucka D.:

Anyway, what did you find there? You as Baker Bloch I mean?

bb:

Two statues, one solar and straight, one lunar and crooked and falling in. I think it stands for the great oaks in Savernake Forest, Hucka D. It both stands for the King Oak, solar, and Queen Oak, lunar obviously, but also life and death, which these trees verge upon, as I understand it. They were in the water channel of Nascera extending below the older Bluebells sim. The new part, but that’s all that was in it, civilization-wise, except for the ruins of another ship beside the one holding the yellow ball. A part of (that particular statue is) called “she holds the sun”, reinforcing the solar interpretation.

Hucka D.:

God work, baker b. Then you went back to Bluebells and then found yourself back in the Savernake Forest, as I understand.

bb:

No, it was back in West Woods (west of Savernake), but the bluebells were gone now. It’s March 19th, 2010 now. The bluebells haven’t arrived yet.

Hucka D.:

Why don’t we return to the conversation between the two of you inside yourself[, then].

bb:

Why not.

*****

Baker Bloch:

So the Mr. Blue Skies UFO just sucked him up, like a white horse or white castle.

Baker Blinker:

Yes. I was sitting on the couch watching him approach with yet another martini, and it just poked through the ceiling and sucked and then was gone, in a blink. I didn’t even get a chance. Hucka Doobie then casually went over and took up the martini he had just set on the table beside the small tv. Strange: the tv showed the same ufo, now over the Alton Barnes white horse. Both Hucka Doobie and I understood that the owner of this house and the white horse were somehow the same.

Baker Bloch:

So you saw it on the tv too, Hucka Doobie?

Hucka Doobie:

Yo. (sips)

Baker Bloch:

This just happened before I walked in the door?

Hucka Doobie:

It happened 9 months ago. But: yes.

Baker Bloch:

That the same martini from 9 months ago, then, Hucka Doobie?

Hucka Doobie:

Almost. It’s a sip lower now.

(Hucka Doobie sits the martini back down on the table and walks to the window, once more staring at the Cherhill white horse the window faces. All stare with him.)

Hucka Doobie:

How did you get from the Bluebells Forest back to here, baker b.? Did you walk around Silbury Hole?

Baker Bloch:

I believe I did. Isn’t that the hole in the ground below Avebury?

Hucka Doobie (quickly):

No.

*****

Hucka D.:

Perhaps that should be enough for tonight. Say goodnight to Baker Bloch and Baker Blinker for me, baker b.

bb:

I’ll do that. Thank the one of you as well.


Carrcasses… more explanations?

“Hucka D., Edna was confused about the carrcasses when she was reading my blog a couple of days ago. And if Edna is confused, then everyone is confused.”

Hucka D.:

Why don’t you explain that carrcasses are not a trail of murders you’ve accomplished (smiles).

bb:

No, but they represent wholes of de-energized or decommissioned audio-video meldings. When you combine the two in a tile, the two separate components become de-energized, I mean. So in this way the wholes are like carcasses or dead things left behind. Carrcass-4 (will just be) the latest in a long line.

Hucka D.:

This one will take a while. Get ready. It will be tied to crop circles. That’s why you had to send your Baker Bloch, your Baker Blinker, to Wiltshire. That’s why I had to go. Connections between First Life and Second Life will continue to be found there, or at least one or two more. But you are having problems with Second Life. It doesn’t seem to have even the gravity to keep your Baker Bloch there for longer than an hour.

bb:

It never did, really. Unless I was building something, like a gallery.

Hucka D.:

It’s always been tied to the blog, then. Where the blog goes — that’s the real energy source (at the time).

bb:

And now it’s in Wiltshire. Well… what about Silbury Hole, then, Hucka D.?

Hucka D.:

You must use your time machine and go back into the past to study crop circles appearing in that area. Hold on…

bb:

Fascinating. How’d *he* get there??

Hucka D.:

He’s the great, lost Ancient, a buddy and a type of brother to Karoz. He’s the one that didn’t form, along with the lava one.

bb:

[Delete name], you mean.

Hucka D.:

Yeah, but not that [delete name].

bb:

Right. Good to clarify that for the casual or non-casual reader of this blog. (pause) So what’s he doing there, then?

Hucka D.:

Digging a hole. Woop-te-do!

bb:

The world’s biggest hole, I assume.

Hucka D.:

Giant avatar for a giant task. Giants in those days, you know.

bb:

Will he move into the Crescent house with you-as-Hucka Doobie and Baker Blinker? Or will he be a new hiking buddy for the perhaps still exploring and wandering Baker Bloch?

Hucka D.:

Baker Bloch saw him on the edge of the cornfield on his way from the West Woods back to Cherhill and the Crescent House. He thought it was just the haze but it wasn’t.

bb:

From that photo — where’d you get that, by the way? — he looks like he’s wearing Silbury hole as a hat. Looks more like a hill there, but must be just the perspective.

Hucka D.:

He wears it on his head as a trophy.

bb:

We better end, I suppose.

Hucka D.;

[Delete name] has a place for The Bakers to live in Wiltshire. He owns the Mr. Blue Skies ufo that poked through the top of the Crescent House to abduct its owner, and also appeared above the Alton Barnes white horse at the same time. Now you know.

bb:

Can we live — I mean, can The Bakers live on his spaceship??

Hucka D.:

*Yes*. He flies it into the hole.

bb:

Thanks very much. Quite interesting!

Hucka D.:

Thank you. Good night. Or good day.


Finally! Out and About…

Meeting Rock, mentioned a couple of times already in this blog. Doesn’t look all that impressive on the outside, but there’s a small opening on the top, hidden by rhododendron here, where the supposed meeting was held that gives the rock its past/present/future fame.

We’ll be coming back to this important rock and meeting place soon enough, I suspect. I’ll attempt to create a Frank/Herman Park map shortly as well.

Moving to STREAM and nearer my home, I was initially quite disappointed and frankly shocked to find what appeared to be this playhouse stuck on a rock at one of the my most important local spots, which I call Harrisonia. But once more there may be more than meets the eye here. Upon closer inspection, I was rather impressed and relieved at the time to find the small house, no longer than 6 feet, was built on a rock bared by an uprooted tree not felled by human hands.

Center of Harrisonia about 30-40 yards north. STREAM is just behind me as I take this picture.

Upon checking, I’m not really sure why I’ve never mentioned Harrisonia in this blog before, nor the neighboring True Labyrinth and False Labyrinth. But I haven’t. Time to rectify that obviously gross error of sorts with more pictures and related text.


Well, let’s chat some about…

“Well, let’s chat some about Brak Karb, then, Hucka D.”

Hucka D.:

His spaceship is a beaut. Better decorator than you for sure. Closer to Linnea’s expectations. Ask her about her skybox.

bb:

I will. I have a feeling this is an LOL spaceship[, though].

Hucka D.:

Correct. Hold on once more…

bb:

Yes, very clever, Hucka D. Crescents again. Is Karb the owner, then, of the Crescent House?

Hucka D.:

*Yes.* He is.

bb:

Are you, I don’t know, implying that all crop circles are *jokes*?

Hucka D.:

No.

bb:

Let me split up again…

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Baker Bloch:

Are you implying that all crop circles are jokes, Hucka Doobie?

Hucka Doobie:

Yo. I mean no.

Baker Blinker:

Looks like you’ve polished off another martini, Hucka. Would you like me to refill your glass while I’m in the kitchen?

Hucka D.:

Yo.

(Baker Blinker takes glass from obviously a bit tipsy Hucka Doobie the bee. We won’t provide pictures of the scene so as not to embarrass the poor bee later on.)

Baker Bloch:

I saw that same guy appear over a belt of trees near Silbury Hole.

Hucka Doobie:

You don’t remember, do you? It’s not a hole. You can’t remember.

Baker Blinker (coming in with another martini):

Now sip this one *slower* Hucka Doobie. Remember you’re driving the spaceship tonight. *titter*

Baker Bloch:

What spaceship?

Hucka Doobie:

All white horses are one white horses. Horse, I mean. White Horses… Horse. Look out the window you bastards. Complete friends, I meant.

(There was a spaceship hovering over the Cherhill White Horse in the distance, the same as in Hucka D.’s retouched photo above. Hucka D. laughs out loud.)

*****

(to be continued?)


LOL BEE

Reading this now.

http://www.greatdreams.com/plpath1.htm

Assoc. links to follow:

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

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But I must admit on the first go I only got through part 1 of 6 of the Pollen Path. Hucka D. will most likely be disappointed in me. 😦

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Looks like I might have been wrong in calling the Pewsey white horse “not at all relevant in the least” in the Wiltshire Landscape post below. A completely new room of information behind a formerly closed, even laughable door?

Oh, this also reminds me of a heart shaped glyph Baker Bloch found in Okinu upon one of his pass throughs there, and which was later incorporated into the 10th and last collage of the 10×10’s Hidalgo series.

Hucka Doobie and Baker Bloch give you something of an interpretation here (bottom)

http://bakerblinker.wordpress.com/2008/06/02/gallery-7-10-first-pass/

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Continued from
http://bakerblinker.wordpress.com/2008/05/29/work-in-progress-9/
and
http://bakerblinker.wordpress.com/2008/05/31/gallery-5-6-first-pass/

The Hidalgo series was finished right before the move to Azure Islands, where Hucka Doobie was united with Baker Blinker and Baker Bloch after the latter’s return to Second Life upon its completion. Crescent House is a seeming re-creation of their happy existence there, albeit most likely a short lived effect.

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But back to the White Horse…

http://www.cropcircleanswers.com/CC_Vacuum_Domain.htm


Loose thoughts…

I’m going to try to let Hucka D. rest for tonight while I examine new developments. We’ll see about that, though.

I think I might have found a new home for The Bakers from Second Life, but I’m not quite ready to reveal it yet. The owner seems to be the same as Karb from recent, retouched photographs, although I’m not sure that will be his final form we’ll deal with — probably not. Theory: Karb may be a Second Life avatar not fulfilled by the family (The Bakers), a kind of brother to both Baker Bloch and Karoz Blogger. There’s even a chance, I suppose, that Karb is the same as Hucka D./Hucka Doobie, although it’s more doubtful on that.

Nevertheless, I believe that Karb, or whoever Karb turns into, will believe, as Hucka D. apparently does, that the white horses of Wiltshire are psychically linked not necessarily through the past but past/present/future. And a center can be determined between them all.

Hucka D.:

You’re heading back to Aotearoa for part 25 of this blog?

bb:

Hi Hucka D. Couldn’t keep you waiting, I suppose.

Hucka D.:

I might recommend going back to Aotearoa, to Second Life.

bb:

As I was telling the readers, I think I’ve found us, The Bakers and Hucka Doobie I mean, a place to live in Wiltshire now, although I’m not sure I can reveal it.

Hucka D.:

You must reveal it [“click away!”]. There’s nothing to hide, past/present/future. All is bared.

bb:

What does the owner, whoever that is, want in return?

Hucka D.:

To be love and respected, like anyone else.

bb:

From us, The Bakers (?)

Hucka D.:

You’ve been prepared for this through Sunklands. You now enter another sink, which is connected, yet again, to other sinks in your Real Life. You must examine why this is a center. And you have reading to do.

bb:

This is TILE (?!). Temple of, I mean.

Hucka D.:

Yes. It is, baker b. TILE.

*****

Hucka D.:

They have talked amongst themselves and decided that TILE is a clean and decent enough non-religion to accept, in a virtual manner, into their small valley. Without that entrance, that opening, you could also not enter and merge past and present and future. So, yeah, TILE is now the center.

bb:

Can you tell me more about “they” quote unquote?

Hucka D.:

Let’s say it’s Karb for now.

*****

It was the women folk that did it, wasn’t it? They now have equal vote.

Hucka D.:

A hard life back then. Much resentment built up. *You* were a woman then as well.

bb:

I didn’t like it. I practiced witchcraft.

Hucka D.:

Of course! How could you not. But usually on the sly? — you learned.

*****

“Head’n Home”


Queen & King (25th)

“This is private land and I asked permission of the office before obtaining images here.”

“I was told I could ‘click away’ as much as I wanted!”

Siriusly, a big thanks once again to Brian Robert Marshall for the use of one of his geograph.org.uk photos. And, yes, I’ll be happy to mention that the photos are copyrighted but also licensed for further reuse. Since I have altered, transformed, or built upon this work, I will only distribute the resulting work under a similar licence. See here:

http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/2.0/

ADDITIONAL NOTE:

As with the animation pairs of the 10×10, toggle back and forth between these two images, opened in separate windows, to get the best effect.

http://bakerblinker.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/ark10.jpg
http://bakerblinker.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/ark11.jpg


Home Again…

Very exciting news continues (!) The Bakers now live with the Queen and King of Arcadia, in their spacious house — their Asylum as they like to call it. Each member of our family has private rooms. Baker Bloch has a corner room next to the lemon tree copse and rock garden. Sarsen stones are quite common on the grounds.

Hucka Doobie has mysteriously changed from his bee form back into a small, black figure — not African-American but just black, like he had in pre-Azure Island days. Before his melding with the soul of Charles Nelson Blinkerton, come to think of it. The King, as he refers himself as, (or just “King”) claims to have a collection of Blinkerton prints in his basement somewhere that he wishes to pull “out of mothballs” and hang in the house proper, as part of the celebration of The Bakers’ arrival. But that’s only one of hundreds of things he talked about with us on just the first night there.

But to back up, yes, it was the King’s UFO that was hovering around all the Wilshire white horses, and which led us to his house in Arcadia. I as Baker Bloch asked him at our first meal together about the owner of the Crescent House, the famous architect, and the King said that it was actually him that entered the house and was drinking martinis. A very diminutive Hucka Doobie (the table top was at his eye level at best) was strangely silent during the meal, as if taking it all in. Baker Blinker, I could tell, was quite pleased to be at Arcadia. She finally had a post-Azure Island role which suited her. I knew she would not leave.

Our meal was delicious. Steamed green beans, mashed potatoes with red gravy, and corn to begin. The main dish was a delightful white fish called tilapia — boneless. For dessert we had options of banana pudding and/or mint chocolate chip ice cream. Martinis, of course, followed. We sat on the patio with the scent from the lemon tree blooms seeming to put us all under a magic spell.

Not that any of The Bakers are actually human (Baker Blinker comes closest, I suppose), but it was also obvious that the King and Queen were alien in origin as well. In fact, they referred to themselves as our cousins on more than one occasion. The King, as you can tell from his recent pictures in this blog, had what looked like a mask for a face, and, well, I’ll just let the pictures do the talking. The Queen was a quite dark, somewhat metallic green, and fish-like below her waist while humanoid above. She, like Hucka Doobie, did not speak much, but when she did her voice was very pleasant. The King jabbered almost nonstop the whole time we were with him, which we didn’t mind because of our extreme curiosity about how they got there and why they wanted us, The Bakers, to stay with them.

The King expressed an interest in the game/philosophy/religion of TILE at one point, and then furthered this by stating that he would like to reinstate the Temple of TILE on his property somewhere. I asked him if the water goddess of Nascera (and Nautilus City before that) was modeled on the Queen, and he said he suspected so, because she was quite popular among her followers. I asked them where they were from — The King stated that they were suppose to tell them they were from Arkansas, and that they know The Bill. I asked them if they *were* The Bill(s). The King said: “yes and no”. I asked him if he actually owned this house and he only added that he “pays The Bill”. I asked him if this meant he rents from The Bill, who were the true owners of the house. He said some more things, but I don’t think this point was actually ever clarified. I asked him how he and the Queen met. He said their families use to hunt together, and that they were left alone to play as children. He added that that was a time when Landville and Waterboro were most closely knitted together, and the people of both had the ability to breath both above water and under water. I asked him where these places were and he just said “Arkansas” again. I asked him if he knew of the virtual reality Second Life and he said his subjects are located in many virtual realities, but that he thought the Queen would have more to add on that subject later on.

I should explain here that I asked some of these questions through Baker Blinker as well, especially ones concerning the Queen. I could tell Baker Blinker and the Queen were going to get along very well. Hucka Doobie, in the meantime, was running all around the lemon trees, abuzz with action. For most of this time as well, the Queen was upstairs doing something, perhaps cleaning up after the meal. They had no servants that I could tell; I didn’t ask about this point, since I figured if house help was around I’d see them soon enough.

I asked the King about his UFO more, and he said it was designed as a LOL UFO. A “Lolufo” he called it. I asked him why he chose Wiltshire and this particular place to live, and he said he and his Queen were assigned to this location. I asked him if he knew about the crop circles that have appeared in this area in such frequency in the last 20 years, and he stated: “Oh YES, we help make them!”. I asked him several follow-up questions on this, of course, but again, strangely it seems, I didn’t get much resolution on the subject. The King talked so much, and went in so many tangents. Eventually our conversations circled back to TILE, and he asked about the carrcassess — I, as Baker Bloch at the time, was kind of surprised he knew about them. So I asked how much he knew, and he said that he knew more of future carrcassess, which I found interesting. I asked him about the relation between carrcassess and crop circles, but he didn’t elaborate more on this particular subject. He began talking about his horticultural experiments, and his rock gardens. Then he started talking about mysticism, I suppose you could put it. Dark Magicians, in the Dark Days, which I took as meaning the Dark Ages of our medieval times. I asked him how old he was, and he said 50 (same age as me, bb). I asked him why he talked about the Dark Ages as if he had been there and he answered that he *was* there, along with his Queen. By this time he had knocked back several martinis. Hucka Doobie was playing with some rocks he had found on the edge of the property, but had not drunk any alcohol that I had seen — strange in itself. I as Baker Blinker and Baker Bloch finally wound down our conversation with the King around 8:30, considerably after darkness had arrived.

Actually Baker Blinker had gone up to see about the Queen before dark.

(to be continued?)


How I, bb, determined that the Queen and King are Tree Spirits?…

TEXT SOON.


Temple Home…

The King and I were sitting on the patio next to the scented lemon trees yesterday and saw this shape in the sky. I asked the King if he knew what it was and he said, “Oh yeah, that’s just Blue Skies Mister smoking and toking on his pipe as usual.” I asked him what that meant and he replied Blue Skies Mister is something like the “normals” of Wiltshire call their Father, “with a capital F,” he added.

Of course our second night at the Palace Castle Temple House we also at least attempted to discuss the King and Queen’s relationship with the King and Queen Oak of Savernake Forest, and why they based the design of their property upon the Giza Pyramid cross section. “That reason must remain subterranean at the moment,” an unusually somber King replied.

I, through Baker Bloch, also asked him about the triple Taijitu crop circle that appeared just above his house last year. His rather short response, for him, was, “Yup, that’s us. Out in the cornfields again.”

Instead he babbled on and on about the Dark Ages, much moreso than the night before. Then when he realized he was going on too much, he’d pause and attempt to lighten the mood with a, “But siriusly”, always followed by a quick laugh.

We looked at his many Blinkertons stored in the basement of the house as well.

The Queen and I-as-Baker Blinker took a long stroll to the south and west, and came back with quite a collection of small, sarsen stones. One curiously had what appeared to be a figure on it that looked exactly like the image of Blue Skies Mister the King and I-as-Baker Bloch saw just shortly before this. After comparing notes, as it were, Baker Blinker and Baker Bloch, the two sides of me after all, decided that the rock was found at the same time the parallel image in the sky was spied.

Interesting.

Hucka Doobie then built a small pyramid in the corner of the yard the patio fronts with the stones the Queen and Baker Blinker had returned with, interesting in itself. His response when I asked him what he was designing was, “It’s a temple to Blue Skies Mister. Everyone needs a home.” His eyes turned up to me, much different and more, er, soulful than his previous, admittedly quite goofy bee avatar peepers.

He had found the eyes he desired; I don’t think he was going to leave either.


It’s very odd…

“It’s very odd… Hucka D. seems to have left me, at least temporarily. I’m on my own for now.”

Hucka D.:

You’ve always been on your own.

bb:

There you are (!) I thought maybe since your avatar had changed that you were no longer around.

Hucka D.:

There may come that day. But not now, not presently. You need my help too much. And will for a while longer.

bb:

Thank you for that. I feel better.

Hucka D.:

What’s happening over at the Queen and King’s place tonight, baker b.?

bb:

Well… I thought at least the Queen and Baker Blinker might walk over to the Hackpen White Horse, Hucka D.

Hucka D.:

That’s the portal. All white horses are one white horse.

*****

“Yes, you indicated that before, Hucka Doobie.”

The King was taken aback. “Why do you call me Hucka Doobie, old friend and new friend at once? Hucka Doobie is over there completing his pyramid. All he needs is an eye to top it all off.” The King looked out at the yard, and Baker Blinker and his Queen playing croquet. “Volunteers anyone??” he called louder, assuming they had heard his former speech since they were at the hoop closest to their chairs on the patio.

Baker Blinker laugh and waved him off. The Queen stared queerly at him for quite some time, and then rapidly returned to the game when her turn was up, expertly swishing the ball through a hoop with her long, two pronged tail. Remarkably, she smiled directly at me afterwards, not the first time I’d seen her smile, but it was strange nonetheless… unexpected. Her teeth were so very white, and her head so darkish green. I must ask the King what species she is when she is out of earshot again. But perhaps her hearing is more acute than us more human avatars.

“The Queen has a remarkable smile,” I noted to the King after they had moved further along in the game.

“Yes, I love her so dearly. She is the yang to my yin. I’m her yang to her yin.” He sighs satisfactorally. “She’s my other, better half. Together we are one and we are all.”

Just then Hucka Doobie came walking up to us, holding out his right hand. He just stood there like that for a minute — I finally understood that he was asking for *an eye*. He was switching his stare between the two of us.

“Oh, OK,” the King finally allowed. “But you have to give it back.” Hucka Doobie then smiled himself as the King reached around his eye and removed it for Hucka Doobie, placing it in his hand. Of course it didn’t hurt or make a mess — we were all avatars after all. But it was still kind of shocking to see, and I wasn’t sure I would be able to do the same with my eye.

Hucka Doobie skipped merrily away toward his almost completed stone pyramid in the corner of the backyard. I watched him as he carefully placed the King’s eye at the very top. Where had I seen this before? — oh, of course, in Blackmount, in… where was that again? Second Life, oh yes.

Even though it was close to midday still, the eye then lit up that whole side of the yard with its brilliance.

*****

Hucka D.:

I see. The Illuminati.


Karoz, Meanwhile…

… had found a bishop chess piece at the bottom of a Nascera channel, in the new additions since Christmas. Just to note: it appears in Nascera and its *clone* continent Arecsan. Two white bishops, then.*

Two bishops lie on either side of the King and Queen on a chess board. 🙂 I can’t help but think they somehow represent the cloning process itself, a microcosm of the macrocosm.

Yes, Karoz was still in contact with the family, although in an abstract way. He’ll continue to explore Second Life while the others are groundside, as it were.

*****

In other news — still sad to me even though I’ve been away for close to 1/2 a year now — Azure Islands has been sold; Big Island is no more. Not sure yet the status of Azure Island #2, 3, 4, 5, and 6. I assume they’ll be cut up as well, like Azure Island #1 before them. There will be no true sub-continents on estate property soon. People seem to prefer the isolated sims if they go the estate route.

*****

* See more here on the relationship between Nascera and its clone. The original white bishop lies in the Ahi sim of Nascera, the second, clone bishop in Rokugatsu of Arecsan. Rumors abound of even a 3rd, cloned continent.


The Queen and King went away…

… on business in nearby Swindon. Something about death and resurrection; over my head as they put it, but not in a condescending way.

I took the opportunity to just sit on the porch and sip martinis in private. Baker Blinker worked on her croquet game. “I’m going to whip her butt when she returns,” she said, but that’s doubful, since the Queen is obviously in a different class of players than Ms. Blinker. I began to think of Second Life again through Baker Bloch: St. Nick of Barkley, Sunklands, Chilbo, Jeogeot as a whole, Nascera and its new clone Arecsan, Karoz (who is still in Second Life — trying to figure out still how to get him here to join the rest of the family!). But I also knew we wouldn’t be leaving Wiltshire anytime soon, although I had a feeling we might not be staying much longer with the King and Queen. I need my privacy, and so does Blinks. So does Hucka Doobie for that matter — oh, I forgot to mention that he changed back to his bee form when the King and Queen left (!). He’s been flying around the area, and mumbling something about how he’s visiting the forest again. Not sure if he means West Woods or Savernake or perhaps some other woods further off. Maybe all of the above.

*****

Hucka D.: All of the above.

bb;

Thanks for coming around tonight, Hucka D.

Hucka D.:

The Queen and King want to talk to you about Arkansas and The Bill more when they return. This is the 25th. (pause)

bb:

25th part of the blog. Like Arkansas is the 25th state of the Union.

Hucka D.:

We think the King may be from Billstown, Arkansas, right where Glen Campbell was born. Delightful.

bb:

That might (be an interesting new development).

Hucka D.:

They are very interested in TILE, although the King hasn’t mentioned it much yet.

bb:

He’s talked a lot, but keeps circling back to the Dark Ages. What happened to him there, Hucka D.?

Hucka D.:

He encountered a lot of powerful entities, some which wished him not harm, but were serving themselves instead of him. He didn’t like that — he needs worship.

bb:

White Magicians and Black Magicians as two sides of one coin[, then].

Hucka D.:

You can put it that way. Then all shine in the end.

bb:

I’m going to *attempt* to get to Jonesborough tomorrow, Hucka D., and draw that white horse on the long rock in the center of the place.

Hucka D.:

Good luck! (you’ll need it)

bb:

Revive the toys. Take some pics.

Hucka D.:

Grassy loves you.

bb:

What do we do next? Wansdyke?

*****

“Old Home, New Home?”


I don’t think…

… the Queen and King aren’t going to come back from Swindon, Hucka D. It may be death to them.

Hucka D.:

They will return and they will be better than new. You’ll see.

bb:

But for now they’re gone, man, gone.

Hucka D.:

Look in the dump. At the dump.

bb:

Are they building a new town within or just outside Swindon town.

Hucka D.:

At the dump. Yes… perhaps.

bb:

Baker Blinker found or soon will find the Silver-Rubi map in the basement of the Temple House. Arkansas, of course.

Hucka D.:

She will find the Diamond, yes.

bb:

The perpetual diamond of the dog’s tail of Synchpatch?

Hucka D.:

Yes. Permanent. 10. Perfection. Diamond. Arkansas. In the basement of the house.

bb:

Is it a Canary? INSERT PICTURE.

Hucka D.:

Yes.

bb:

It’s the Queen’s, then.

Hucka D.:

Yes. Yellow. Y.

bb:

Is it *cursed*?

Hucka D.:

Might be.

bb:

Why did you as Hucka Doobie change back into a bee form when the Queen and King left?

Hucka D.:

Because I was back in Arkansas[, then].

bb:

Where is the Billfork Diagram?

Hucka D.:

Billfork is the same as in Arkansas Diagram.

bb:

OK… is the Martin the 9th beyond the 8th?

Hucka D.:

Yes?

bb:

How are the White Horses linked?

Hucka D.:

You better log off. You know Baker Blinker will find Silver, Rubi, and Diamond in the basement. Esbum is not locked up in the basement like Norman Bates’ mother. I don’t think.

bb:

She might be.

Hucka D.:

Anyway, the Queen and King are at the dump of Swindon, making amends. Resurrection.


We found…

“… the book yet, Hucka D.”

Hucka D.:

“Did you find the book yet, baker b.?” (pause) Never mind.

bb:

It’s [delete name].

Hucka D.:

TILE, then. It’s a start and a finish.

bb:

I wonder if I can produce a picture of it for this blog. Hmmmm, what would I look under?

Hucka D. (suggesting):

“Bippie Camel”?

bb:

Um, no… I just tried that, just for kicks, and only this website came up.

Hucka D.:

Now this particular post will show up too (smiles).

bb:

Freaky how that happens. Like I can just insert “Guy Lombardo” and tomorrow hits on that name will show up in the blog stats. Like “Herman Munster”. Or “Peewee Herman”… “Herman’s Hermits”.

Hucka D.:

Now you got it…

*****

bb:

Hmmmm…. And http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=12060211. You getting that, Hucka D.?

Hucka D.:

Looks like The Bill to me.

bb:

But you’re always seeing connections that usually aren’t there.

Hucka D.:

Aren’t they?

bb (reviewing):

The Queen and King have a book in their basement written by Herman who may be the same as Bill or The Bill.

Hucka D.:

Old wine in new bottles. Herman Frank…

bb:

Hucka D., I think I’m going to return to Second Life and start biking around again.

Hucka D.:

Big Sinkky?

bb:

No, that’s in Kentucky. I can’t get there.

Hucka D.:

Can you not?

bb:

No.

Hucka D.:

Eye see.

bb:

I’m also playing around with the White Horses. Do you want to hear my thoughts on that yet?

Hucka D.:

Yes.

bb:

Oh, you really do.

Hucka D. (quickly):

Yes.

bb:

There’s definitely something to it.

Hucka D.:

What is it?

bb:

Well to be honest…

Hucka D.:

It’s the red and the blue.

bb:

That might be it, although I…

Hucka D. (interrupting again):

No that’s part of it. Found at the Swindon dump.

bb:

A Father?

Hucka D.:

It’s a Carrcass but not one of 56.

bb:

My cat just wrote 56!

Hucka D.:

Clever little feline!

bb:

Fifty-six. Fifty-six.

Hucka D.:

But not one of ’em (smiles).

bb:

Rule 112 (2×56)?

Sorry *gestures*

Hucka D.:

No, it’s Home Again. Home, Home Again.

bb:

The Queen and King are digging at the dump and we in their house while they’re gone, man, gone. Red and blue and red and blue. Carrcass…

Hucka D.:

… Four, yes. Do you see yet?

bb (reflecting again):

They’re digging and we’re digging… Sink. Sinkhole.

Hucka D.:

Macon bacon. We better end.

bb:

Thank you, Hucka D.

Hucka D.:

Thank you.


Dot Dot Dot

… Carrcass 2 and Carrcass 3 are products of Jeogeot. Sinklands Sunklands is no longer…

*****

“I found something, dear, and I’m in it!!”


I Dig A Pony…

Eye-lignments (parenthetical horse equals “accidental, middle” alignments):

Uffington > (Hackpen Hill) > Cherhill

Broad Town > (Hackpen Hill) > Marlborough

Marlborough > (Alton Barnes) > Westbury

*****


The Letter

The letter from the King came in the mail today. Baker Blinker brought it back to the house. Hucka Doobie opened it.

“It’s from the King,” he said calmly.

“We gathered as much from his signet,” responded Baker Bloch, also joining in the fun. “What’s he say?”

“Nothing,” Hucka Doobie replied blandly, looking inside. “There’s nothing in it except this old tile.”

He produced the tile from the envelope for all to see.

“It’s the King himself digging in the Swindon dump, I suppose,” Baker Bloch offered. “That’s what he said he was going to do, he and the Queen. Dig in the Swindon dump, and something about death and resurrection, he said.”

Hucka Doobie looked doubtful. “My gut feeling is that something has happened to the King. Would it be preposterous to propose… no I can’t.”

“Go ahead, Hucka Doobie,” Baker Blinker encouraged. “Share your thoughts, don’t be afraid.”

“I think this might *be* the King,” Hucka Doobie then shared with the subsequently astonished Bakers. They knew he was right when he said it.

“But how?” asked Baker Bloch. He took the tile from Hucka Doobie and looked at it carefully, turning it around in his hand. There was nothing on the other side.

Hucka Doobie then reinforced his theory, nay his uncovered fact, because all three knew it to be true, even though they didn’t know how it could be true. “The King was digging and this tile shows a king digging. The King couldn’t have made the tile since he was digging. Therefore he must have dug up the tile. Therefore he becomes the tile being dug up.”

“What of the Queen, then?” an understandably upset Baker Blinker asked. She looked at Baker Bloch as well.

“Too bad they don’t have cell phones so that we can call them,” responded Baker Bloch. “What do you think, Hucka Doobie? About the Queen, I mean, for I think you might be right about the King, although I don’t know how it can be.”

“The Queen must have mailed the letter!” a suddenly hopeful Baker Blinker injected.

“Doubtful,” came Hucka Doobie’s reply. “Sorry.”

“He also said he was digging for TILE. This must be TILE.”

“Right, Baker Bloch,” said Hucka Doobie. “And as such it must also be the Temple of TILE, because we are in Temple, or very near. It is an atom.”

“Atom of what?” Baker Blinker asked.

“An atom of oneness, of wholeness. Undividable and uncorruptible.”

The King walked in the door; Hucka Doobie, completely taken by surprise, dropped the TILE. It shattered on the floor.

“Miss me?” he asked. The Queen was just behind, her pronged tailed raised almost level with her head. You could tell she was itching for a rematch with Baker Blinker.

Baker Bloch walked over and shook his hand. “So, so glad to see you old chap! We thought…”

“You thought I was the TILE,” the King said. “Well, I was. You freed me of the spell, even though the TILE broke after I walked in the door. Somehow time inside the house got ahead of time outside by several seconds… that happens around here.”

The Queen moved around the King and went and hugged a crying Baker Blinker. “There, there,” she said in her pleasant, watery voice.

Hucka Doobie stood in the midst of all this taking it in. He looked down at the shattered TILE on the floor and then clapped his hands loudly above his bee head. The dream ended.

*****

bb:

That was some dream, Hucka D.!

Hucka D. (getting to the point):

The white horses.. how could they align??

bb:

I suppose I would have to do it.

Hucka D.:

No. The King did it. The Queen and King together. That’s what they, he and she or she and he, wanted to show you. That’s the meaning of the whole dream.

bb:

The White Horse Eyes must be portals. Similar, perhaps, to the Frank Park portals found almost exactly 2 years ago.

Hucka D.:

All eyes are one eye.

bb:

There’s going to be more.

Hucka D.:

Good night.


“It’s not the same…”

“It’s not the same Second Life that Blinks and I were born into,” I-as-Baker Bloch further explained to the King, who sat beside me calmly sipping on a cold Schlitz beer, nodding his head in understanding.

“It got to be that way for me in the Dark Ages,” he reassured, but then trailed off. He didn’t seem quite the same since his return from Swindon. Quieter… not drinking his trademark martinis but switching to beer… taking to sitting on the front porch facing the road through the line of hemlocks and not the back patio, as before. But we were at the patio again now, at my insistence. I liked watching the Queen tease Blinks into thinking she had a chance at winning in their seemingly constant croquet matches, only to easily pull out a victory in the end.

I attempted to find out more about his Swindon trip: no luck, really. He found a tile while digging at the old dump, and then saw that an image of a king was also digging on the front of the tile, then he somehow returned back here, “magically” as he said.

Blinks walked over after the current game was done. “Got wupped again,” she managed, and then plopped herself into the patio chair next to the King.

“Maybe you should play something else besides croquet for a while,” I volunteered to Blinks. “You know she’s just going to keep beating you.”

“No, that’s unacceptable,” she replied playfully, and then went back into the kitchen for refreshments herself. The Queen soon passed between us to follow Blinks into the house. We were alone again for a time.

“How long will we stay here, King?” I asked after a pause.

The King looked up into the billowing clouds. “As long as you like,” he said with some conviction. “You like it here, right?” His eyes studied mine, weaker than before the trip, I’ve noticed. Grayer.

“Certainly. Blinks and I can’t really return to Second Life now.”

“No, you really can’t, but what’ll you do here?”

“Crop circles, of course,” I replied, and the King nodded, as if suddenly remembering that whole, huge chuck of, er, information soon to start being produced again in the young crop fields of the area. His eyes gained back some light as he looked forward into the trees.

“Crop circles… I must begin planning again. I have some new ideas this time ’round.”

I was about to ask him what they were when Blinks and the Queen returned. “Take a load off your feets,” I said to them, indicating the two patio chairs on either side of the King and I. The Queen sat beside the King, and Blinks beside me this time. Or I should say I-as-Baker Blinker sat beside the me that was Baker Bloch. I sat beside myself in essence. We looked at each other, the 2 of us. Then forward into the trees at the same time. But I was still staring at the profile of Blinks head, impossibly enough.

*****

Hucka D.:

And that’s where we come in. Howdy tonight, baker b.

bb:

Hello Hucka D. I didn’t see Hucka Doobie at the Temple House just then. Where was he… you?

Hucka D.:

Hucka Doobie — me — is flying around the forests and woods still. Scouting out locations for the King’s crop circles. Queen and King’s crop circles.

bb:

He said he had some new tricks this year.

Hucka D.:

I suppose that might have something to do with the linked White Horses. You better keep studying.

bb:

Thank you, Hucka D. Oh, I was going to ask about Second Life.

Hucka D.:

No gravity there to hold your avatars down now. Even Chilbo is lacking now… Sunklands. The gravity is here [currently] in Wiltshire, and will remain there for a while. If you start to build in Second Life again, then gravity may return.

bb:

Maybe I should have never left Yd Island, Hucka D. Maybe Sunklands was more attached to Carrcass-3, and Yd Island to Carrcass-4 coming up.

Hucka D.:

Yes, you must choose between the red and blue pills quite soon. This summer.

bb:

I think I might move away from Jeogeot, then. It’s just a continent — remember when Carl said in the Up movie [that] it was just a house?

Hucka D.:

Which continent will you as your avatars live on, then? You know Baker Blinker cannot return to Second Life. Baker Bloch will have to go back alone. Azure Islands is now no more, and with it goes a huge chuck of information in the past. We start anew.


“Is there…

… a golden horse involved?” I then asked the Queen. The King had locked himself up in the subterranean basement of the Temple House, preparing for the new season as he put it.

The Queen looked at me, a quick, small, intensely white smile flicking across her face. Baker Blinker appeared by her side. They looked at each other, smiling, then back to me-as-Baker Bloch. I don’t think I was Baker Bloch when I asked the question, though.

I wondered if the King’s eye represents a golden eye? Freemasonry came to mind, although I couldn’t remember a specific emblem. I wondered if the King’s eye was the same as the TILE he found at the Swindon dump several days back now?

*****

Hucka D.:

You might as well say the King is dead, awaiting resurrection. The new season, as he put it I think you said.

bb:

He’s making a map.

Hucka D.:

Yes. Golden Horse in the center. He realizes this. Silver horses combine to make one Golden one. “I”.

bb:

The King *is* the horse (!)

Hucka D.:

In a way, perhaps. An impossible cross, a dead zone but not. The King will rise again. Join.


The King’s Skull…

… red as Jasper and 10×10 important. We see. Peep Hole (Peek Whole).

related article: “Moonshine Tames The Monster In Us All” (link soon).