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Warminster UFOs: My Western Sky Birth Party?

As the brightest comet of the 20th century, Ikeya-Seki, shone in the far eastern sky around my birth, there was one of the biggest prolonged UFO experiences in the near west, in Warminster, Wiltshire – from my Jersey boy birth – as far as I know!

I’m not trying to scare you, or recruit you for a cult, just having a rational(ien) entertaining investigation of a couple of sky events around my birth; a birth date/year I probably share with hundreds or thousands of people, some of whom lived nearer one of the events, and some who lived more in the middle, greenYgrey style!

Warminster UFOs – Ikeya Seki

It was reading about the Warminster UFO hearings/sightings in Nigel Watson’s UFO: Investigations Manual (pages 51-3) that led me to discover Ikeya-Seki, as I’d never heard about it (or Warminster) before, as far as I remember now anyway.

Watson wrote the book giving ‘rational’ context as well as ‘romantic’, and does that with Warminster. It is near a lot of ancient sites, such as Stonehenge and Glastonbury, with several ley lines passing through it, but there was also a lot of military activity there.

The Warminster UFO outbreak, as described by Watson, started in December, 1964, and lasted for about a year – covering my birth date; as comet Ikeya-Seki did, being discovered September 18th, 1965, and seen until last perihelion on October 21st.

Returning to research Ikeya-Seki today, I found these greenYgrey and POP (PinkyOrangePurple) sky photos attributed to it on Bing. I don’t know if it is actually it, and if the photos have been edited?:

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Warminster UFOs Investigated

The Warminster experience started with prolonged loud otherworldly noises in the night, which looking at it rationally, could have been something military – although it was a long time ago, it was twenty years after nuclear bombs were dropped in the east, and V2 doodlebug rockets had whistled above Blighty. The space race was also already on.

However, then there were many sightings, although a rationalist would argue that the noise had triggered them, and people were seeing things they wanted to see; or seeing things such as military balloons as UFOs.

There were some photos, and lots of media reporting and books, but I don’t know how authentic they are; although they look impressive… and with lots of gYgPOP relevance!

A 1965 news report on the ThingA 1965 picture taken of the

Thankfully, the ‘invasion’ never happened. Moreover, researching it a little online, there had been ‘mysterious happenings’ reports in the town before the 1960s. Again, that could have been military, especially in Cold War, nuclear threat 1950s Blighty.

 Area 51 Coincidences?

Becoming quite knowledgeable in the subject now, I could connect the stories through Area 51; said to be the name of the USA’s top secret base, where UFOs are said to be, if anywhere.

The Warminster experience starts on page 51 in Watson’s book, but it is a book full of UFO stories, so one of them was going to be on page 51.

The Ikeya-Seki comet is also known as S1, which is also supposed to be another name for  Area 51. I guess it was called that after Seki, which is a way they are named, but don’t know why it wasn’t named after Ikeya, or both?

Comets can look like UFOs of course, and the painting of Ikeya-Seki featured in yesterday’s blog post does look like a classic UFO!

My X-Files parody book looked for coincidences rather than UFOs, and it is the media that has rekindled my interest in it.

Happy Y-Day with Annie Lennox

I hope you’ve had a great Y-day, and it’s helped you cope with Blue Monday, supposedly the most depressing day of the year, in the northern hemisphere. Apparently it was a misty morning again this morning, but I didn’t see it; it had evaporated before I awoke. So I also missed the ‘blood wolf moon’ in the early hours too. I did see the full moon earlier, not knowing about it beforehand. So quite an exciting eventful day for Y-Day, although the weather for most of the day has been ordinary greenYgrey.

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Y-Day: Looking Back and Forward

I think I had too much T yesterday, celebrating T20, Y-day eve, so I’m T-teetotal today; a day of Tabstinence from after this paragraph, replacing it with a – dash.
-hankfully, ins-ead of wri-ing more poe-ry -oday for Y-day, midpoint of -he mistYmuse win-er fes-ival four mon-hs I remembered Annie Lennox’s Why song. Moreover, when I wa-ched the video I saw she glamorously POPs (PinkyOrangePurple).

Sorry if i-‘s a li–le sad, apar- from -he wordplay -o -he le–er self-parody comedy, but Y-day is a day of mixed emo-ions, remembering -he mis- mon-hs, while looking forward -o -he muse, and the re-urn of spring… which should be more amusing!

One Morning’s Century of Thought

I have a confession. I have been brewing coffilosophy in other kitchens of thought, in this great mansion of social media, within the community of www. Then this morning a story about a space mission that will take forty years compounded my thoughts on time being the best teacher. If that mission is a success, then the people who are around then, and know its results, will know much more about our existence than the deepest searching thinkers of today and the past.

Doors of Perception: Time is the Top Teacher (T3)

People like Aldous Huxley, who inspired The Doors band name. I’m just playing their 1968 L.A. concert on YouTube. When The Doors and other 1960s counter-culture bands were doing most of their searching, humanity hadn’t landed on the moon yet, with that taking place in 1969; if you believe NASA and the astronauts.

So when you think of all the knowledge we’ve acquired about space, and our existence within it, in the last fifty years; such as icy moons around Jupiter and Saturn that provide a good chance of life, if we can get probes there, with missions planned in the next decade; then we’ve gone some way to answering some of the questions Jim Morrison was wondering about, and searching for through mental searching, sometimes involving stimulants.

Neuroscience has answered many others, with brain scanning particularly helpful.

Of course mental searching can provide insight into yourself, and clues as to the rest of humanity, if you believe we are all alike in some ways.

I could’ve written a Folding Mirror poem about it, but think/know I’ve written some similar ones before, both our time in the present between past and future, and the advances in astronomy and neuroscience mirroring each other.

In line with the trend of abbreviating and imaging everything, I did think seeing around a century of thought could be reduced to the image:  See the source imagevia the acronym: ICT.

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Fantasy Travel Satirical Comedy as Anton Chekhov Statue in Tomsk Stars in gYg 3

After two failed lift-off attempts I think we are at last in the right time and place, and with favourable weather conditions, to join greenYgrey on its epic third ramble. Trying to maintain XaW Files blog post standards while creating new innovative material for expectant greenYgreyliens can seem like a trudge through a Siberian steppe in deepest winter. However, it can feel rewarding once the file is complete.

Funnily enough, that’s exactly where the greenYgrey is, travelling across the Siberian steppe. Here’s its latest XaW file:

X Files Chapter 1 Episode 11: Tomsk Talking Chekhov Statue Description Locomotive near Tomsk, Russia.jpg

Fall down upon my sword
looking for another word
to rhyme with ground
exactly the right sound
I’ll use that before I get bored.

Sibiryakov and I travelled on a greenYgrey train to Tomsk. We talked about Burt the Butterfly all the way, remembering his best butterflying and greenYgreying displays, and hoped that it was enjoying its post-Krasnoyarsk life.

Anton Chekhov Statue

We saw a statue that seemed to be greenYgreying on the edge of the Tom River, so I asked it if it was in fact enjoying a spot of the social craze spreading across the human world like a wildfire.

I asked it in Penguinese, as Grey did of course learn that language in Penguin, Tasmania, on its epic Oz ramble, and the Chekhov statue had Penguinese looking feet.

The Chekhov statue raised its umbrella in an expression that seemed to say that it didn’t understand me, so I asked him again, only this time in human.

Stormy Weather!
Stormy Weather! (Photo credit: khalid almasoud)

The Chekhov statue said that it was not a penguin, and not a greenYgreyer… not by choice anyway. It explained that the Tomsk townsfolk had built it after the great Russian writer Anton Chekhov had called the Tomsk townsfolk dull while passing through on his way east to Sakhalin Island.

So his place in front of green and yellow plants was not his choice, and whether he was greenYgreying or some other colour combinating was also not his choice.

His only constant was not colouresque, but being statuesque: ‘man is what he believes… people don’t notice whether it is summer or winter when they are happy.’

Portrait of Anton Pavlovich Chekhov
Portrait of Anton Pavlovich Chekhov (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

He said that Chekhov had obviously enjoyed greenygreying, but he was not Chekhov.

Then he brought his umbrella around and turned it into a gun, saying ‘you should not put this in your story if it is not going to be important to the plot.’

Sibiryakov dived at Chekhov’s statue, and they struggled. Chekhov’s gun went off, and Sibiryakov stopped moving.

I said ‘you killed Sibiryakov’, like the South Park kids used to say ‘you killed Kenny’.

Chekhov’s statue replied ‘don’t tell me the man is dead, show me the drops of blood on my smoking gun.’

Sibiryakov died in Tomsk
in Xaw Files all’s not lost
I’ll remember Alexander
every time I meander
riding the Tomsk CoA gYg horse.

References

Anton Chekhov quotes and adaptations inspired by examples posted on Brainy Quote. Chekhov said ‘don’t tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass’.
Chekhov’s Gun is a dramatic principle inspired by Anton Chekhov saying that if a gun is described in a story it should later by used.
CoA: Coat of Arms.

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Valentine Love Mixed-Up Vole Photos

Love is in the anagram air for Valentine’s Day at the Greenygrey. Yes, you’re not dreaming, it really is Love, your Valentine vole.

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Original photo from: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Bank_vole.jpg

They must be mad, but they’ve given the blog over to their favourite mixed-up vole for Valentine’s Day… only at the Greenygrey!

Valentine Love Vole Photos

I’ve taken the opportunity to bring you lots of lovely greenygrey vole photos that I just know you’re going to love, just like me. Here you are, Happy Valentine’s, and remember to show those vomantic voles some love!

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Bingie East Coast Oz Werewolf Comedy Wordplay

With time fast running out,
I’m sure there’s little doubt,
in regular readers’ minds,
that it’s Werewolf of Oz times…

Bingie 3 Start Northerly

Hi, it’s Greenygrey. Yes, it sure is time for the second Werewolf of Oz: Fantasy Travel by Google Maps episode, what with the sun setting over Blighty, lunchtime on the west Pacific coast… and well, already early Monday morning in Oz.

Map of the Tasman Sea.
Map of the Tasman Sea. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

This episode is the first of three inspired by the town of Bingie, which starts the travel quest quartet on the northerly east coast home straight to the comedy satire marathon maudle’s denouement with Bri’s bane.

The episode contains lots of Bingie inspired wordplay, and some of it may even by funny. Here it is:

Chapter 105.  Bungee Jumpers of Bingie Splash and Brash

I awoke on the beach. The sun shining through white cloud looked like a fried egg. I thought it’d go well with all our potatoes. Then,
there seemed to be a commotion in the Tasman Sea,
I wondered what it could be.

Brainwaves by the Waves 

I slept again, before being awoken by a regular splashing in our locality. I thought somebody might have left a tap on, but then remembered we were on a beach and I had seen no taps nearby.

Pacific Coast Rambler
Pacific Coast Rambler (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I was dozing back to sleep when a disturbing thought suddenly entered my noggin: all the early morning activity could be the MoMo East returning from the deep after its epic battle with MiMo Moby; or Smiggin escaped from its hole. I bolted upright, on the crest of a brainwave.

I was relieved to see it was not MoMo, oh no; or Smiggin, thank holiculturing; but some bungee jumpers that seemed to be arriving from a great distance.

Bingie Bungees Buzzing

Adopting a posh phone voice I once heard spoken in an old film, I said, ‘Hey, hold on old chaps, don’t you think it is jolly early for that kind of caper?’

Fried Egg Records
Fried Egg Records (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I realised the one who answered must be a local when it buzzed, ‘Strewth cobber, it’s never too early for some bonzer fun like this.’

I just had time to ask where they were bungeeing from before they started the reverse journey. I thought I heard one buzz they were bungeeing from Bingie before they bounced out of sight.

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