The Witness. — lemanshots – Fine Pictures and Digital Art

Lot of relevance for this blog in this image below, shared from the lemanshots site; such as the POP (PinkyOrangePurple) colours and subject matter fitting in with the Folding Mirror theme. Lot of intricate detail and irreverent additions too.

With relevance to the image, I’d been thinking this recently, after covering a lot of UFOs and brain stuff:

Some people who think the world’s leaders know more than they are revealing about advanced knowledge, from our history or space, say the leaders don’t trust the human population enough to reveal it – the world system would collapse, nobody’d work, there’d be wars etc.
However, maybe it would have the reverse effect, at least with regard to religious wars – if people didn’t think they were fighting for outright supremacy, or just local, then they wouldn’t fight at all.
And then there’s all the people who seem a little lost, with many suffering mental health issues, and even committing suicide. Maybe revealing everything, if there is more, would answer some of their questions, fill their void, and feelings of emptiness – perhaps because they think there’s more, but don’t know what it is; or even begin to doubt themselves, and think they’re going crazy!
I’m kind of like that, but don’t know if there is much more knowledge now, or if it’ll just be known in the future…

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Spring Wordplay and Images

At one with nature in the northern hemisphere. S(pr)ynchronising with photos(pr)yn(g)thesis, shaking up the atoms…

The sun made flowers in its own image; especially sunflowers…

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… although the more humble dandelions were/are the greenYgrey world flower!

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Humanity named them and made things to look like them:

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There is an interesting story about the original inspiration for the above, but I don’t think most of humanity can handle it… either they won’t believe it, giving them a chance to charlatan me! If they do believe, they’ll twist it negatively!! The old double negative that keeps humanity doing badly!!!

Muse Entertainment Anagram Poem

We are now in the last month of the inaugural full mistYmuse winter light festival. brightening up the northern hemisphere’s traditionally most difficult months.

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Spring seems to have arrived early, with some warmer than average sunny weather the last fortnight, although its forecast to return to normal midweek.

Here’s a little anagrammatic poem-philosophical thought, using the letters I-a-s-s-u-m-e on three lines; something like the 121 reflections in my second poetry collection.

I assume
as I muse
I amuses

gYgPOP World is Everywhere, Sun Shining Above Despair

Karl Lagerfeld worked at Fendi for as long as I did for Planet Earth.

Our paths crossed in the greenYgrey world.

a person in a green dress standing in front of a building: Yes, fashion month is still happening. The 27 day test of fashion endurance has made it’s way to Milan, Italy. While Milan boasts our favourite shows in terms of craftsmanship, the hidden gem of Milan is the street style. It's the prime example of what can happen when quality and charm work in synergy. This season New York’s street style was colourful and clever, while London’s was classic (and dare we say, quieter than previous seasons?). Here in Milan, the street style is streamlined with sharp tailoring while still maintaining it’s whimsical details. The leather trenches come in Skittles bright colours and the intarsia sweaters come printed in something that your grandma and Miuccia Prada would approve of.While some pieces are universal amongst the fashion crowd, the street style of Milan has inspired us to reconsider them in an oversaturated market. Not into plaid blazers? What about a blazer wrap dress hybrid in the cutest banana yellow. All khaki-d out? You'll want to rethink that come slide 8. Even after two weeks of doing the whole street-style-outfit-peacocking (on top of attending the shows) editors, influencers, show goers are still going strong in providing us with outfit inspiration that will extend far into 2019.See you at the fashion finish line in Paris. We’ll be there with a gold medal and granola bar in hand. For now, click through for the best street style from Milan Fashion Week.

a person in a yellow dress: Model Gigi Hadid presents a creation during the Fendi women's Fall/Winter 2019/2020 collection fashion show, on February 21, 2019 in Milan. (Photo by Miguel MEDINA / AFP)MIGUEL MEDINA/AFP/Getty Images ORIG FILE ID: AFP_1DP2GR

We shared love, but not with each other.

Mine was with a mixed-up vole anagram.

All the images above are from this MSN article this morning.

Musical Coincidence?

While there’s lots of pagan rock on YouTube that relates to my writing, I thought this image from a suggested album captured the greenYgrey world evolution perfectly. The greenYgrey land linking to a PinkyOrangePurple sky through a human – perfect gYgPOP.

Moreover, it was released in 2015, the year I first espoused the new POP art. I did that in January, so think I was first!? Was the album cover influenced by the gYgPOP world, or was it a universal mind ‘coincidence’? Probably the latter, both with the same influences.

I don’t remember the psychedelic 60s, but they say you absorb a lot in the first few years of your life, so it probably did have some influence.

When we got a television in the early 1970s it was certainly there then, from the American Banana Splits to British Goodies.

Indigo, or I dingo? Anagram Leads to Mirror Poem

There’s been a lot of news relevant to this world recently. After putting Meghan Markle in her place on this site’s sister site, travel25years.wordpress.com, recently I read she’s in New York now, staying with lots of friends in the swankiest hotel, and eating at the best restaurants – after complaining about UK universities being pale, male and stale; very ageist and racist! We are the natives of this country and continent, as Africans are in Africa – not Europe, Caribbean or Americas! Maybe Meghan should campaign for native people and cultures instead of invasive ones!!

Karl Lagerfeld Died Aged 85

I don’t think Karl Lagerfeld was definitely a better person than Meghan Markle overall, but I think he was more honest and les hypocritical. He used image and soundbites openly and honestly, and I think that made him fair game for parody; as all celebrities are.

For one last bit of parody, my epitaph for him is that while he was a legend in fashion, and created a uniquely memorable persona, he will surely be best remembered for providing a quarter of one of the greenYgrey world’s most memorable names: fashionista suprema, Stella Lagerwolf-Bruno.

Funnily enough, in a weird rather than comical way, I’d been writing about fashion on travel25years and mentioned Stella Lager… just before seeing the news about Karl Lagerfeld’s passing.

Indigo Dreams

Today, I saw a story on Russian wonder kid, Boriska Kipriyanovich, who is said to have known about space without being taught anything. Was he born in space as he thinks, or was the knowledge passed down to him in his DNA? Somebody called him an indigo.

It’s a term I remembered from long ago, so I looked it up again, and wrote this new Folding Mirror poem from the 7 Traits of Indigo Adults article. I think I’ve had all seven traits, but some are waning now, due to the state of humanity and the world. I don’t know if they are something most people identify with, as mediums in seances are said to ask general questions familiar to most people, according to sceptics like Derren Brown.

Here’s an image of an indigo person doing a spectacular Y-POP (PinkyOrangePurple):

It’s Hard To Be Indigo, When Losing All You Know

Am I an indigo
or just its anagram
I dingo
I could be both
as indigos empathise
with animals

middle of seven traits, first is asking why

life purpose
the ending sign
making me wonder if
I reached
the end of ambition
mind eye my mission

I Thank Humanity, For Hot Air

I thank humanity for the hot air that provided the thermals for my Nietzschean Superman flight. I looked to the sun for reflection, but it is not a mirror. It just kept roaring and bellowing, with too much work to do controlling its system. I turned to leave, at least warmed by its workings; not that it seemed to increase its heat for me, it’s just the way it is. I thought I heard it whisper with a whoosh of solar wind, ‘Thank you for keeping your distance. Icarus did not die in vain. I am glad of that, for I liked him, but could not save him. For that is not my job.’

Mind On Sun, Warmth Without Reflection

flying high, as far as I can get
in my mind I imagine
it’s enlightenment or superman
farther than my sight
above the clouds and atmosphere
to space and solitude
rising on thermals
hot air of humanity

but I still know,  deep down I’m grounded

using knowledge of others
what governments allow
media chooses to show
limits of time and space
in future little trace
attempts at philosophical writing
lost between classic and future
but I have searched my time, and returned

Muse Meteor Message? Did Space Rock Open Earth to Univeral Mind?

After declaring my last poem written and posted on this site a fortnight ago a bit of a muse-inspired stream of consciousness moment of inspired clarity, including the lines:

brain freeflowing
open to cosmos
like puddle to cloud
ocean and rain

and writing about UFOs/space a lot lately, I thought it was a coincidence when I saw a news story about a meteor streaking across the USA before landing in Vinales, Cuba – cover star location for the second of the greenYgrey trilogy: Werewolf of Oz: Fantasy Travel by Google Maps.

Meteor Day Before

Although I’m pretty sure I saw the meteor story after writing the poem, it happened the day before.

Thankfully, nobody was killed, or I wouldn’t bother writing about it, as I know some people will blame me, with a ‘kill the messenger’ philosophy – pagan (environmental) ones anyway!

Open to Space

While I don’t think there’s any connection really, my ‘romantic’ side thinks the meteor could have broken a hole in the Earth’s protective atmosphere the day before, opening the world up to space, and the universal mind – muse, with some of it landing in my brain, inspiring the poem?

It’s a possibility, although my rational side says it’s just a coincidence.