North East

There seems to be an amalgamation of evidence in the northeastern corner of the american continent. is this due to the atlantic seaboard providing ports accessible from the transatlantic european shipping lanes? it would make sense, given the anglo-european involvement already uncovered.

This all has the effect of making more intrigued by the Buick wreck in Maine - it's just up the road from Boston, but isn't really on the way to anywhere in a northerly direction. However, it would be somewhere someone may pass through if they were going from, say, a northeastern shipping port such as eastport or calais, or even halifax, nova scotia to somewhere near the canadian borderline, such as the great lakes.

there are so many coastal towns in the nova scotia region which borrow heavily from british naming conventions; st. andrews, digby, yarmouth, chester, bedford, guysborough, truro, halifax. i am unsure if this is of significance or not?

Another Hunch

Just been researching Melissa Parrish. I have found her (though she is two people, remember – Melinda and Belinda sharing an alias. She claims a military education, now in the faculty at an Art School, along with marketing and health background. We have her… She’s hiding out in Wasington DC. Close enough to Boston for you??

‘property accounting chief’ – that sounds like hiding a city to me. I suspect the listing of two locations as main place of education must be to cover both individual…

Of course I now see I mistakenly supposed Melissa to be the alias of Melinda and Belinda, when of course, it is Melinda (Packet) who is the alias of the other two. Two many names to keep track of…
So… I assume what we are seeing is proof that Melinda has now separated back into her 2 individual elements, and that what we read is all pretty exclusively Melissa’s personal history. In which case, where is Belinda Eckhart? Another search required…

A Hunch

I have a feeling that Searly’s poetry rival, who produced the winning poem ‘from the sun’, may be worth investigating. I hear that often rivalries in poetry result in bonds stronger than brotherhood. (See J. L. Borges – a story of two artists in Argentina; the rivalry between them occupies every fibre of their being – it is their main drive in life, without it they would be nothing. If such a rivalry did indeed form between Searly and the author of ‘from the sun’, then we may find the same man (if a man) throughout Searly’s adult life, always there, in the background, informing Searly’s choices throughout. Every Newtonian needs an equal and opposite force to react against… Without it we could not move an inch.

Just a hunch. I always go with a good hunch…

Outline of a case-room

The case room is small; cramped; poorly lit. Desk piled high with cuttings, black and white photos, old receipts… Shelves of fossils; old keys; old phone directories… Empty bottles of cheap red wine litter the floor. The most recent one was an 8% ‘wine’ bought for around £3 – went down okay last night while listening to steve still’s wah on season of the witch and Patti Smith singing GLORIA. Red and blue lined diagrams on square ‘math book’ style A4 paper. One of those manoeuvrable lamps with about three flexible joints with springs like a rusty metal model of a dinosaur limb. A red bulb lightbox for studying transparencies taken in ‘aura-chrome’… Some great shots… Case notes on the backs of envelopes. Drawing pins in the walls holding overlapping depths of information like a busy shop noticeboard in November. It is a grotto… A cavern of information, most of it irrelevant and possibly half of it false... Corrugated cardboard coffee cups stacked on papers leaving golden olympic rings.

The balls of string dispense from the centre, cut by pocket knife to connect Wyoming with Winnipeg, and the Niagara with the Angel Falls. Maps of Europe, UK, U.S., Norfolk Broads, Antarctica, the Moon… Maps of city centres. Maps of the London Underground and the Trans Europa Express. Maps of the human brain… Maps of the eye. Maps into the human ear. Images of the back of busseats. Textures… Maps of the inked thumbprint of a stranger from a motel room in Duluth… Mazes… Labyrinths…

Hologram

Right. Yes. That’s the kind of thing. So – the theory is, that the eyes are actually still able to see such random texture patterns when shut, and that we identify shapes within them, which are our actual dream images. The natural progression from this theory is that our actual waking perceptions, of objects in an apparent 3D world, could similarly be our mind identifying shapes and image in a much much wider array of texture and pattern, which our eyes actually see, but which we select from. Hence two ways of seeing – change the focus and you can see the florescent fibres of the hologram… This whole world as perceived is one of many ways of viewing a selection of the whole of what sense data we actually receive.

In Reply

Sounds like the same theory as the Rorshach test.

Also apparent, in my experience, when looking at the marble-effect vinyl floor tiles in my bathroom whilst in the relaxed state that comes with passing a stool. i've seen some marvelous monsters in those innocent vinyl squares, the effect being somewhat amplified by the ingestion of fungi containing psilocybe.

Potentially Unrelated

Since a mental spring clean through action of whisky and strawberry milk while on investigations, cobwebs have been cleared out allowing fresh neural pathways to develop in absence of staid old brain routeways. On the return journey bus I developed a technique of mirroring the formation of vivid, real, dream images by the mind finding and tracking real patterns on the diffuse random textured patterns of the retina/back of eyelid. Staring at a random pattern, one can either let the mind find whatever faces or figures or object images it will, in the patterns, or one can seek something in particular, at whatever level of detail you want, eg. find the shape of an angry face, find the shape of a bear, find a guy with his arm in the air, find some monster…

I was doing this by staring at the back of a bus seat (usual random textured plush fabric pattern not unlike the patterns you see with your eyes shut). My feeling is that in sleep, the brain does this very same thing and finds the real actual images within the image seen with the eyes shut. (This being first thought likely by my previously waking up and noticing the lingering dream object having an actual location on the field of vision seen with shut eyes.) In order to find moving images, one needs to search much harder in the patterns/textures of the field of view seen with shut eyes, to find frame by frame images of objects in various stages of movement.

This, I assume, is the entire explanation for rapid eye movement – the eye is flitting about fast because one is searching for images with which to construct real time dream vision.I don’t know how this relates to the case…