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High Five!

Ey@el8/06/2018Blog News, Polaroid Android No comments

How's that “what are we celebrating”? You, bunch of @*$#%! Today marks the fifth anniversary of the main blog in French — five years!

Five years sparing no effort to share my thoughts with you about how I feel about the world and how I enview it through my own writings or translations (note for this blog in English is more of a side project for people who can't read French, I simply cannot translate everything I post on the main blog, I'm afraid this is virtually impossible). And what do I get in return? Nothing. Nicht. Nada.

All this, I'm not doing it for glory, recognition nor even for some monetary compensation (given the amount of time and energy invested, it still would not be charity for work must pay, whether it's a job you hate but are forced to do or something you love and chose to do — if you feel outraged, shame on you). Neither do I do it because I've nothing else to do and need to keep busy. Nope. I do it because I feel strongly about it and because this is what my soul aspires to.

So, now Little Me is ranting to her heart's content in the face of such indifference and ingratitude. She's offended by silence. You see, it doesn't take much time to leave a comment, but it makes a huge difference for a blogger. Otherwise it makes us wonder. Why can't they say anything? Is this because they don't like it? Too lousy perhaps? Or too complicated? Does it bore the s**t of them? Well, you see, that's how it makes us feel. Especially after working so hard on writing or translating an article.

So yes, Little Me does hurt sometimes. Ever so close to jacking the whole thing. In times like these, she's easy prey to grey entities, Dementors, kill-joys, and the like of those who claim to be self-righteous whereas they would do humanity a huge favour if they stopped righting altogether. They're so grotesque and pathetic. Pot, kettle, you know the story well.

As for Great Me, from her elevated perpective (which, let's say it, is no big deal given the actual height of Little Me) she has a very different outlook on things, that is wider and less intense. Easy peasy: she's not in it, she's above it. Great Me even sees stuff that Little Me can't see. Not yet, that is.

For as reckless as she may appear, going off the deep end time and again, on and off the rollercoaster, Little Me is one of a rider. Yes, she is. She's well determined to do what it takes to align herself to Great Me. So she keeps doing it even if she doesn't know where she's heading to. Great Me does know. And Little Me understands that she can rely on no one else but Great Me.

Little Me has faith in Great Me and so she's grateful of the steady increase in people visiting her main blog everyday (over 323,000 to this day, that is approximately 117,000 since last year). So thank you — thank you so much again and again!

Spellbound

Ey@el8/04/2018Poetry, Polaroid Android No comments

The lunatics are in the House,
The Mad Hatter ate the mouse,
And all of them puppets on a string
Filthy greedy pigs on wings
Soulless ragdolls on a pole
Weighing their heavy toll
Down on you people.

All of them possessed,
Mesmerised, anaesthetised,
Radicalised.

Cut cut cut
Cut the rope that leads!
Bite bite bite
Bite the hand that breeds!

No fear no feed.
No pain no drain.
No lies no blinds.
No war no blight.

Hold on to love,
Love the light,
Light the hope,
Hope for light.

Remember, recover,
Reclaim.
Remind, redeem
Reinvent.
Recreate, reconnect,
Reflect.

Expose, explode,
Expel.
Blow, breathe,
Break.
The spell
That binds.
Outsmart
The masterminds.

We are the light.
We are the life.
They are nought.

Sun Bites

Ey@el8/01/2018Cosmetics, Polaroid Android No comments

This article marks the start of the third season of your summer series for the whole of August, providing you with more trivial yet practical reading. It doesn't mean you should not bother to post any comment as sharing should never be a one-way process. The all-for-my-ass mindset or familiar crappy remarks such as “no one asked you” or “you agreed to it” cannot be free of consequences (especially with karmic returns being so much quicker nowadays). Except that in that mindset you hardly ever see the correlations with what befalls on you. Such a shame since everyone could enjoy a much better life. But only fate can force you to change or stay in a rut.

She burns like the sun
And I can't look away
And she'll burn our horizons
Make no mistake
"Sunburn", Muse (2000)

Incidentally, talking of karma, last June yours truly has been stupid enough to stay out in the sun during the hottest hours of the day in a the Tuileries Gardens in Paris and the price was hot as hell. My excuse is that I was meeting an old friend of 30 years ago and we had billions things to talk about. Nonetheless I should have prepared for a chance in weather conditions and anticipated an eventual twist of HAARP in the midst of all this downpour and cold and get some sunscreen made beforehand. A lesson I won't forget.

So yes, these homemade sunscreen bars do look and smell so yummy, they could be mistaken for chocolate bars. Actually they do contain cocoa butter but you'd be ill advised to eat them. On the other hand, they're very healthy to apply on your skin unlike the carcinogenic ingredients and other toxins found in most overpriced manufactured products purchased in drugstores and pharmacies. Of course, you need to apply it often (every hour at least) and avoid getting out when the sun is at its highest. They also have a soothing effect on sunburns as they nourrish and regenerate the skin (they contain a lot of vitamins A and E which are natural antioxidants).

Ingredients:

15 g coconut oil
10 g cocoa butter
10 g shea butter
15 g white beewax
5 g nanoparticle-free zinc oxide
10 drops vitamin E
5 drops carrot EO (optional)

QSF 50 g

Properties:

Coconut has so many benefits we won't list them here again. Both shea and cocoa butters are rich in fatty acids and tocopherols (vitamins A and E) which effectively protect and regenerate skin, especially cocoa butter since it contains squalene, naturally occurring in the deep layers (dermis). Nanoparticle-free zinc oxide provides an excellent barrier against UV radiations. It also has a soothing effect and is the main active ingredient of calamine you may have heard of. Carrot essential oil has both healing and restorative properties, however you may not like its fragrance. Besides, if you intend to use these sunscreens on children or pregnant women, replace the essential oil with some organic vanilla extract.

Instructions:

Melt oil, butter and wax in a double boiler.

Add zinc oxide and mix well until you obtain an homegeneous mixture (wear a mask to avoid inhaling).

Remove from heat and add vitamin E and essential oil. Then quickly pour in silicone mould or ice-cube tray.

Leave it to cool and harden for about 30 minutes in the fridge before turning out.

It's best kept in a cool place but you may keep a couple in your bag, they won't liquefy. Apply directly on your skin. It will melt and penetrate.

NOTE: You're advised to crush the zinc oxide with a mortar and pilar before adding to the mixture so as to obtain a finer powder. Stir well before pouring into moulds as zinc oxide tends to stay at the bottom of the dish.

I, personally, found some mini-sticks to keep in my bag which are more handy than cubes that tend to get sticky on your hands especially if you wear rings. The larger bar can also be transfered into a deodorant stick.

I have tested it on a hot day walking in the sun, applying every hour and didn't get burnt. On top of it, mosquitoes hate it because they slip off your skin!

Something Human

Ey@el7/22/2018Music No comments

All you sensitive, perceptive people and those of you awakening from the kind of universal trance we've all been unknowlingly and unwillingly immersed into, may certainly agree that the current energies have changed. That something huge is happening right now on this planet. Something invisible our rational minds won't grasp, yet that we can all feel with great strength and intensity. According to some astrologers it's because of the many eclipses occurring this summer magnifying planetary influences, but it's not the only reason. Five planets including all the “generational” ones (planets which revolution around the zodiac wheel takes decades hence influencing generations of people born at the same time) are in retrograde motion, some kind of freeze frame, where all the energies come to a standstill for us to take the time to infuse and assimilate.

I'll spare you the details, however I felt it was important to mention since Muse's new single, just released a couple of days ago, is actually echoing this overall sensation. Especially the line where Matt Bellamy sings “I'm about to break through”. For this is how I feel too and not just I. Obviously, I'm not talking of those whose “circuits” have been blown beyond repair and can never hope to ever awaken and may certainly keep challenging us in times to come. The important thing is that our minority attains the adequate level to vibrationally defeat the effects of the oppressive minority (“Let's burn all the money, absolve all the lies, and wake up unscathed — the big picture's gone, replaced with visions of you”). We are exhorted to “face all our fears come out of the shade” and transcend the negative. Incidentally, that was the message I channelled while replying to some commenters on social media, that it is much quicker and less energy-consuming to transmute the negative (low vibrations) rather than attempting to eradicate it. The reason why violence, agitation and anger will do achieve nothing but fuelling and amplifying these energies as they operate on the same frequency range. Those who are too deadlocked and deeply identify with their ego can never grasp that and hope to ever get out. The ongoing war is not happening outside but within as Matt reminds us in the first verse of the song (“I know it's self imposed”).

This is a violent, kitsch and flamboyant video in pure Hollywood fashion (Muse's trademark), reeking up of cognitive dissonance as so often. I have long questioned Muse's integrity, however my current level of awareness, my research, readings, interactions, perceptions and other deep personal and extrasensory experiences have all enabled me to now intuitively grasp that, in this matrix of illusion, nothing is ever all black or white and that you may have to play it real smart to save your own skin. For whoever infiltrates the big league and operates from within need to resort to all sort of clever tricks (and conquer their own fears) in order to stay in the chess-game and keep undermining — or neutralise their influence on the masses. Obviously, as I said, the message won't get through everyone, but it's all about reaching a critical mass so as to rebalance the forces in play. For more information on that, please refer to my many posts on quantum physics.

Something Human

My circuits have blown,
I know it's self imposed,
And all I have shared —
And all I have loved
Is all I’ll ever own,
But something has changed:
I feel so alive.

My life just blew up,
I'd give it all up,
I’ll depressurise.
Aahh 10,000 miles left on the road...
Aahh 500 hours until I am home.
I need something human
Human, human, human, human...

Let's face all our fears come out of the shade,
Let's burn all the money,
Absolve all the lies,
And wake up unscathed —
The big picture's gone,
Replaced with visions of you.

Now life can begin,
I've cleansed all my sins,
I'm about to break through.
Aahh 5000 miles left on the road...
Aahh 200 hours until I am home.
I need something human
Human, human, human...

And I need the touch,
And something human, human, human...
Aahh Less than a mile left on the road...
Aahh I will be crawling through your door.
I need something human
Human, human, human...
And I need your love,
And something human, human, human...

Matt Bellamy, 2018

About this song

“I feel like we’re moving into this age of virtual reality and also simulated reality,” says Bellamy, hinting that will be one of the themes of the forthcoming album, recorded in between shows during this extensive endless 18-month tour and due out in November. “The idea of fantasy becoming real, simulations becoming something that’s part of our everyday life. Whether it be in the realms of science, where they’re simulating black holes, the beginning on the Big Bang and all that stuff, or whether it be in entertainment. I feel like this age is coming where the simulation really becomes fundamental to how we interact with our everyday lives, but also with our understanding of the universe and science and so on. For that very reason we live in age where because you can be anything or anywhere you want in a simulation.”

To mainstream media, he told that the odd side reason regarding the visual style of the video (and of their shows in general) is that “the age we’re in right now feels quite a bit like the early ‘80s, in terms of there’s some correlation in the political changes that are happening in the world, and there’s some sort of reaction where people are tuning out a bit to what’s going on because it’s too troubling and too complicated to understand. So some people are choosing to revert into nostalgia and fantasy and dream-like states to escape reality.”

Entropy

Ey@el7/15/2018Quantum Physics No comments

In an isolated system
Entropy can only increase.
"Isolated System", Muse (2012)

Every year as you know it, my neighbours and I are treated to a firework display right on our doorstep. Which may sound wonderful to some of you is actually more a curse than a blessing. Since I've already detailed the reasons why on top of the obvious waste of public money at the expense of the actual needs of citizens, please refer to my previous post.

This year, I've decided to stop playing the Matrix's undermining game and raise my vibrations instead by seeing the glass half-full rather than half-empty, focusing exclusively on the bright side of the matter. Which didn't prevent me from remaining fully aware and taking adequate precautions such as wearing a protective mask and glasses against toxic fumes and dust as well as some repellent against the winged vampires from the nearby pond (for whom this type of event is a feast from heaven). And I must say the pyrotechnicians have done a brilliant job this time. I feel so frustrated that my video display is far from rendering the beauty of what my always marvelling eyes saw last night.

As for my ears, it's another story with the never-ending tributes to our national Elvis who died last year and will probably never cease to haunt us from hereafter to the great despair of all the nonplussed such as yours truly. Wouldn't want to offend anyone who might like him, so I won't call him by name. So if you think you know who I'm talking about, just remember that there is only one slip of the tongue to take you from casually to casualty. Always resourceful, I simply called upon Muse to offer you an ad hoc soundtrack while the whole video is being hosted by Radiohead's WASTE network. Thank you guys!

Entropy: a measure of the unavailable energy in a closed thermodynamic system that is also usually considered to be a measure of the system's disorder, that is a property of the system's state, and that varies directly with any reversible change in heat in the system and inversely with the temperature of the system; broadly: the degree of disorder or uncertainty in a system (source)

Storming Day

Ey@el7/14/2018Traditions and Beliefs No comments

When I get cornered
I fancy a French summer —
A perfect summer
Where nothing could happen to me.
Sorry for the national frost,
Such a hellish country —
Slow death on the way!
"Un été français", Indochine (2017)

On this day of national affront, if the pastille's so bitter you can't swallow it, why not storming the Bastille instead? Oops, sorry, totally forgot it'd already happened some 229 years ago! So the infamous fortress initially designed to protect the second gateway at the eastern edge of Paris — also used as a prison to detain bad puppets — was actually totally torn down in 1789. A couple of decades later, after a second French revolution — less popular in people's minds but just as bloody — it was replaced by the famous July Column surmounted with a winged spirit on a gilded globe, the shackles of slavery in one hand and the torch of the Illuminati in the other (as a direct reference to the myth of Prometheus who stole the light from the gods and was chained to the top of a mountain by Zeus/Jupiter), and the golden Guiding Star (Venus) on top of his head. Venus is also known as Phosphorus/Lucifer “the bringer of dawn” in the morning and Hesperus/Vesper in the evening. Note that the word “revolution” stems from the latin word revolutio which means cycle, deriving from revolvere “roll back, instigating a circular motion, revolving to a starting point”. Ron, ron, ron, little patapon¹, if you can't see the outrage, stay in line with the flock. If you do, remember that as required by the law of free will and consent, the truth has always been lying (no pun intended here) right there before our very eyes to see for he who is willing to look from a higher perspective. I'm not encouraging you to storm the July Column — storm the Shadows over Orion² would be a much better option.

Endnotes

"Il pleut, il pleut, bergère" is a French rhyming song about a shepherdess (French queen Marie Antoinette), which would have been sung for the creation of the National Guard after Bastille Day in July 1789. Its author would also have hummed it on the scaffold on the day of his execution a couple of years later.
"À l'assaut des ombres sur l'Ô", Indochine (1985) literally translating to “tracking down the shadows over O”.

When It Rains

Ey@el7/02/2018Music No comments

A couple of years ago, in an early post featuring the Waterboys' poignant "Rags", I had introduced you to a great alternate cover version by an American band called Ten Ten. Since no man is a prophet in his own land and with their music being mostly inspired by the British new wave of “heroic rock” that emerged in the early 80's, the quartet from Richmond, Virginia, formed on a 10th of October (hence the name Ten Ten) had to move to Europe where they toured with the Waterboys, Simple Minds, INXS, The Cure, The Bangles and the likes and signed a deal with Chrysalis Records requiring that they settle down in London where I actually met them back in '87. This single/promo clip is from their debut Chrysalis album Walk On (recorded in the Netherlands). In spite of some decent airing on MTV at the time, it didn't bring the expected commercial success for the British label to follow up on their initial investment and consequently they were left to their own devices and soon forced to disband. Same old story keeps repeating again and again, unfortunately.

This post is mostly intended as a tribute to the late bassist Peter Bell who, had he not prematurely passed away in a car crash on 6th August 2015, should have celebrated his 58th birthday today. Incidentally, in August last year I had asked guitarist/keyboard player Don Ruzek for a little help with the lyrics, but due to unforeseen circumstances and through no fault of his own this never happened (you're all forgiven, Don). Never mind, at last resort I called upon a British pal to help fill in the many blanks I couldn't decipher. We are well aware our version is not 100% accurate at all and almost certain that we messed up big time, mishearing most of the stuff. So what?

I can almost picture Pete laughing his arse off and asking us “what did you guys smoke?” Hahaha, you wouldn't believe if we told you. Come on Mark, if you happen to read this “load of baloney” as Pete would put it, please, feel free to enlighten us. After all, it's your song and as for the lines we did manage to get right, these are great lyrics. So go ahead you people, have as much of a good laugh as you like at our deviant transcription (deviant is my middle name anyway), it shouldn't stop you from enjoying this song as much as we do. Well hope you do. Feedback and editing suggestions always well appreciated, thank you.

Ey@el

You sleep that way with your book of rules
That some perfect stranger was fed with a spoon
To stand within another's life
Where nothing could ever stay in place.
A broken glass pulled across your face,
The storm you’re in
Takes you far away from home this time —
Takes you far away from home this time.

Somewhere there's a heaven
Where it turns you into stone.
Go free from your hearse,
There's a fire burning at home.

No one sees your tears when it's raining.
No one even cares when it's raining.
No one sees your tears when it's raining.
No one even cares.

Any fool can see in you that deep inside
A walk through that angst takes you far and wide,
With a head on so straight
It must be hard to turn —
Someone must have put it that way:
A sinking ship crosses miles away.
The storm you’re in
Takes you far from home this time —
Takes you far from home this time.

Somewhere there's a heaven
Where it turns you into stone.
Go free from your hearse,
There's a fire burning at home.

No one sees your tears when it's raining.
No one even cares when it's raining.
No one sees your tears when it's raining.
No one even cares
When it rains.

You sleep that way with your book of rules
That some perfect stranger was fed with a spoon
To stand within another's life,
Where nothing could ever stay in place.
A broken glass pulled across your face,
The storm you’re in
Takes you far from home this time —
Takes you far from home this time.

No one sees your tears when it's raining.
No one even cares when it's raining.
No one sees your tears when it's raining.
No one even cares
When it rains.

No one sees your tears
When it rains...
When it rains...

High Five!

Spellbound