The Trolls inform us that
the pumps are giving
them a headache, and
that the oil is
Gaia's.

The nature of capitalism seems to be 'what can i get others to do for me'? and 'how much can i get away with'.
people use this at work. They skimp as much as possible and get others to cover for them, others to make the tea and others to do their work when possible.
The more you can get others to do for you and still get the credit for
it yourself, the more status you acquire.

Women are raised to wait on and serve men. Women are conned into thinking that the 'war paint' they apply is for
their own benefit to give themselves confidence, but in reality it is an awareness that is easier to get your own
way if you are plastered with the conformist mask of self hatred.

I was told that people get promoted if they cannot stay in their current position. If they make things awkward on
the shop floor they will get moved up and away from it. Hence bullying dolts who are useless at hand and eye
coordination are moved into management, and people who are good at hand and eye coordination are kept in sport
arenas, whilst the dissenfranchised are kept on as labourers and the mentally dextrous kept frustrated working on
the daily routine and administrative roles. Mind you I have a very limited knowledge of working models and
practises in these times.

We know though don't we that the helpful makers of tea are exhausted by waiting on everyone and the nasties are
getting ahead of them and into the top echelons. The cut and the thrust of 'management'. What disspointed me most
in Lightning Strike was probably the intended point of the plot, which is to say that military exchanges of might
for might are ulitmately destructive for all concerned. Even if you 'win' you are mentally scarred by it and will
require a length of psychological recovery. Although the adrenaline is a reward which people get addicted to, the
risk of a charred planet is not ultimately worthy of the goal.

Therefore there are simulations of adventures in computer 'games'. And from this we find that 'cyberland' becomes a
fantasy realm. Why put your banking and your business into a virtual realm of unreality then? Is it just laziness?
Is it over dependance on a system of thought which you do not yet understand. Or is it like asking the oracle to
help you with the future?

Over-burderning the fairies with hard real tasks, is like misunderstanding their worth. Would you ask a butterfly
to carry a tractor?

As many individuals as there are on this planet, are there ways for a new understanding and perception. It is an
enormous task for the system of noughts and ones to be able to bear all that complexity. It is a mad rushing life
of streaming thoughts and concepts. A monstrous force of of rushing motivated ideology, which is of great depth
below the surface of what you see. A 'replicator' (SG1 reference) menace of technology which is engulfing and
encompassing the globe with it's demand for one on one interfacing. Humans are the sevants of the terminal, feeding
the light box with their brains ('brain slug' reference from Futurama).

Balance is good in most things, but people do not strive for balance - they long for extremes of passion and
fulfillment.

Hence computer games.

Reality and fantasy. 'EVerything for hereon in is fantasy' says microsoft, and one owonders when we entered the
Matrix. Was it a 'crystal entity' which engulfed us from deep space, as we travelled at this rate of 65,000 of
whatever amount of miles per hour?

Circutry, circuitry, Andy Sirkis as Gollum the long lifed and lonely entity, the holder of the ring, the ring of
power and knowledge. Circuits are small items of gold and alloys which carrying electricity round to perform a
function. How on earth does that work? And before they had been invented for very long suddenly they were
decreasing in size, like fairies, so that we would understand them less whilst thinking that we knew them better.
You think you have control over the 'little folk' because they are so litttle, but truly their powers are increased
and their abilities are unknown. The tip of the iceburg, the tiny hole at the base of the fairy mound, the small
portal into the underground realms which go on for miles.

When Ellen MacArthur went around the world or whatever she did in her boat, bravely and impressively, there was one
shot of something she saw floating in the sea. It was an enormous ice cube, a cube of ice, a square, with a
perfectly round hole bored through it. As if an ice cube from the fridge which has melted onto a pipe has come lose
and floated up to the surface. What was that? No explanation and I cannot find any pictures. The news flashes
things into your head and across the screen so fast and the net doesn't always carry the story at all, at least not
at that time. Also she arrived off the coast of England and she had company with her. Something was with her and
that is why she mentioned 'laughing'. "If you can hear laughter..." she said. What was that? We all know she was
alone. We knew it so well by that point that this reference of hers could go unchallenged and slip past us. She
brought something back with her from that long and lonely voyage. Perhaps it was a 'MERMAID'?

Life is moving so fast and the potential for damage is so enormous that of course there must be 'observers' to
monitor moments when changes could rupture the safety of us all. But more importantly their is life and knowledge
in the plants of this planet and they are the keys to the puzzle and the answers which we are seeking. The
collection of these it is said, has been done by the 'scout ship' "invaders" as you think they are, which are
actually harvesters. Our world as a resource which must be preserved. A huge shop which the kids (us not them) are
trashing. That is one thought. Another is that the world is a yoke, a yoke of nourishment which we are using up as
fast as we can to grown enough to evolve into 'invisibles', souls and spirits which will space surf when our planet
is gone. Gaia as an egg from which hatch 'elementals' sprites, ghosts, and angels, an earth egg from which will
crack open the demons and devils trapped deep within. Many theories. Many people. Much information and some of it
true. But what is truth? It is only a concept which works at that moment. Time is a river which rushes past and a
pool which is dipped into. Truth is fluid, meaning is fluid, sanity is fragile and understanding delicate.

We have many languages here. Being 'over priviledged' I do not require to learn any but the one I know. The rest
of the world is learning our language, lucky us. Do we think it is the simplest and richest one? Let us go back to
Bable. Before this moment there was an understanding between all peoples. After this event we were scattered
across the face of the earth and our tongues set against one another. Understanding broke down, and we were split
apart. Anger and hatred from not understanding got worse. Why do we strive then to love the one that did that to
us? They were a powerful Oppressor, not a loving minder. We sought only to reach up to where they dwelt, and were
smashed down for it in a way which has damaged us for a very long time. 'Learn your lesson', said God, you are not
us. 'You are only humans and you should know your place and not challenge us' [you have already cost me the love of
my right hand man, Lucifer].

Careful young humans, do not make the same mistake again.

Take care of the play pen or the toys will be taken from you. Simple as that.

A strange thing to say, and i will pull out the contentious parts.

Skin. "they want a piece of me, my blood, my skin" says a pale blonde woman in the Intruders film.

The underground races are said to have dark blue or brown skin. Trolls, and in Russian says Whitley this is 'Cobals'.

Miners, who like metal ore to make weapons and tools and they also use mercury to make mirrors. "Mirror Mirror on the wall, who is the fairest of them all?". This was a reference to the communication between the realms through "reflective" devices or surfaces.

A thought occured to me that maybe the underground races would be pale. pale travellers from the stars (the red beared Quetzecoatl) who would be adept at building, since they would require shielding fromthe harsh sunlight.

The Sphinx I was thinking last night. A woman and a Cat. A living stone ship which descended to earth. A race of people coming from a Queen and her Feline consort who had the power to levitate stones through sound.

This would explain why the later descendants of the pale skinned would be able to travel the world later on and make such an influence in the countries of the dark skinned, by which i mean anthropologists and biologists and acheaologists. Who not only travel and bring knowledge back, but also do things in the country of others which the residents did not think of or did not try. Anglo Saxon adventurers. Vikings. Empires. Was it only height, no since Nigerians are very tall. Surely there have been great people of all races. But not many if any Nigerians for example coming over to England and telling us about our past and our culture and our history. Not until now perhaps.

The dark skinned are more adept at surviving with what they have. Using Aborigines as an example, they are the oldest race of original humans so they say, we can see that they have survived for hundreds of centuries without houses, without cars, without structures of any kind except temoral temples and natural rock formations. They have been happy and provided for on the surface of the land. Due perhaps due to dermal burning, or an angsty temperament which brought them enemies or predators or something, other races have needed to shield and defend with walls.

Atomic or nuclear devastation has occurred before, causing mutations and polluting the earth to necessitate an escape route, possibly through the natural interface of rock caverns, to the source of the water spring.

Mercury is a liquid metal. Craftspeople skilled in the use and nature of metal and concentrating upon it for many years, may well have found a way to blend. think of the composits of bread and how they are 'kneaded' into a new consistency.

Crystal and metals found undergound, like the flowers and fruits of the surface.