“It’s not the same…” March 31, 2010

“It’s not the same Second Life that Blinks and I were born into,” I-as-Baker Bloch further explained to the King, who sat beside me calmly sipping on a cold Schlitz beer, nodding his head in understanding.

“It got to be that way for me in the Dark Ages,” he reassured, but then trailed off. He didn’t seem quite the same since his return from Swindon. Quieter… not drinking his trademark martinis but switching to beer… taking to sitting on the front porch facing the road through the line of hemlocks and not the back patio, as before. But we were at the patio again now, at my insistence. I liked watching the Queen tease Blinks into thinking she had a chance at winning in their seemingly constant croquet matches, only to easily pull out a victory in the end.

I attempted to find out more about his Swindon trip: no luck, really. He found a tile while digging at the old dump, and then saw that an image of a king was also digging on the front of the tile, then he somehow returned back here, “magically” as he said.

Blinks walked over after the current game was done. “Got wupped again,” she managed, and then plopped herself into the patio chair next to the King.

“Maybe you should play something else besides croquet for a while,” I volunteered to Blinks. “You know she’s just going to keep beating you.”

“No, that’s unacceptable,” she replied playfully, and then went back into the kitchen for refreshments herself. The Queen soon passed between us to follow Blinks into the house. We were alone again for a time.

“How long will we stay here, King?” I asked after a pause.

The King looked up into the billowing clouds. “As long as you like,” he said with some conviction. “You like it here, right?” His eyes studied mine, weaker than before the trip, I’ve noticed. Grayer.

“Certainly. Blinks and I can’t really return to Second Life now.”

“No, you really can’t, but what’ll you do here?”

“Crop circles, of course,” I replied, and the King nodded, as if suddenly remembering that whole, huge chuck of, er, information soon to start being produced again in the young crop fields of the area. His eyes gained back some light as he looked forward into the trees.

“Crop circles… I must begin planning again. I have some new ideas this time ’round.”

I was about to ask him what they were when Blinks and the Queen returned. “Take a load off your feets,” I said to them, indicating the two patio chairs on either side of the King and I. The Queen sat beside the King, and Blinks beside me this time. Or I should say I-as-Baker Blinker sat beside the me that was Baker Bloch. I sat beside myself in essence. We looked at each other, the 2 of us. Then forward into the trees at the same time. But I was still staring at the profile of Blinks head, impossibly enough.

*****

Hucka D.:

And that’s where we come in. Howdy tonight, baker b.

bb:

Hello Hucka D. I didn’t see Hucka Doobie at the Temple House just then. Where was he… you?

Hucka D.:

Hucka Doobie — me — is flying around the forests and woods still. Scouting out locations for the King’s crop circles. Queen and King’s crop circles.

bb:

He said he had some new tricks this year.

Hucka D.:

I suppose that might have something to do with the linked White Horses. You better keep studying.

bb:

Thank you, Hucka D. Oh, I was going to ask about Second Life.

Hucka D.:

No gravity there to hold your avatars down now. Even Chilbo is lacking now… Sunklands. The gravity is here [currently] in Wiltshire, and will remain there for a while. If you start to build in Second Life again, then gravity may return.

bb:

Maybe I should have never left Yd Island, Hucka D. Maybe Sunklands was more attached to Carrcass-3, and Yd Island to Carrcass-4 coming up.

Hucka D.:

Yes, you must choose between the red and blue pills quite soon. This summer.

bb:

I think I might move away from Jeogeot, then. It’s just a continent — remember when Carl said in the Up movie [that] it was just a house?

Hucka D.:

Which continent will you as your avatars live on, then? You know Baker Blinker cannot return to Second Life. Baker Bloch will have to go back alone. Azure Islands is now no more, and with it goes a huge chuck of information in the past. We start anew.

The Letter March 30, 2010

The letter from the King came in the mail today. Baker Blinker brought it back to the house. Hucka Doobie opened it.

“It’s from the King,” he said calmly.

“We gathered as much from his signet,” responded Baker Bloch, also joining in the fun. “What’s he say?”

“Nothing,” Hucka Doobie replied blandly, looking inside. “There’s nothing in it except this old tile.”

He produced the tile from the envelope for all to see.

“It’s the King himself digging in the Swindon dump, I suppose,” Baker Bloch offered. “That’s what he said he was going to do, he and the Queen. Dig in the Swindon dump, and something about death and resurrection, he said.”

Hucka Doobie looked doubtful. “My gut feeling is that something has happened to the King. Would it be preposterous to propose… no I can’t.”

“Go ahead, Hucka Doobie,” Baker Blinker encouraged. “Share your thoughts, don’t be afraid.”

“I think this might *be* the King,” Hucka Doobie then shared with the subsequently astonished Bakers. They knew he was right when he said it.

“But how?” asked Baker Bloch. He took the tile from Hucka Doobie and looked at it carefully, turning it around in his hand. There was nothing on the other side.

Hucka Doobie then reinforced his theory, nay his uncovered fact, because all three knew it to be true, even though they didn’t know how it could be true. “The King was digging and this tile shows a king digging. The King couldn’t have made the tile since he was digging. Therefore he must have dug up the tile. Therefore he becomes the tile being dug up.”

“What of the Queen, then?” an understandably upset Baker Blinker asked. She looked at Baker Bloch as well.

“Too bad they don’t have cell phones so that we can call them,” responded Baker Bloch. “What do you think, Hucka Doobie? About the Queen, I mean, for I think you might be right about the King, although I don’t know how it can be.”

“The Queen must have mailed the letter!” a suddenly hopeful Baker Blinker injected.

“Doubtful,” came Hucka Doobie’s reply. “Sorry.”

“He also said he was digging for TILE. This must be TILE.”

“Right, Baker Bloch,” said Hucka Doobie. “And as such it must also be the Temple of TILE, because we are in Temple, or very near. It is an atom.”

“Atom of what?” Baker Blinker asked.

“An atom of oneness, of wholeness. Undividable and uncorruptible.”

The King walked in the door; Hucka Doobie, completely taken by surprise, dropped the TILE. It shattered on the floor.

“Miss me?” he asked. The Queen was just behind, her pronged tailed raised almost level with her head. You could tell she was itching for a rematch with Baker Blinker.

Baker Bloch walked over and shook his hand. “So, so glad to see you old chap! We thought…”

“You thought I was the TILE,” the King said. “Well, I was. You freed me of the spell, even though the TILE broke after I walked in the door. Somehow time inside the house got ahead of time outside by several seconds… that happens around here.”

The Queen moved around the King and went and hugged a crying Baker Blinker. “There, there,” she said in her pleasant, watery voice.

Hucka Doobie stood in the midst of all this taking it in. He looked down at the shattered TILE on the floor and then clapped his hands loudly above his bee head. The dream ended.

*****

bb:

That was some dream, Hucka D.!

Hucka D. (getting to the point):

The white horses.. how could they align??

bb:

I suppose I would have to do it.

Hucka D.:

No. The King did it. The Queen and King together. That’s what they, he and she or she and he, wanted to show you. That’s the meaning of the whole dream.

bb:

The White Horse Eyes must be portals. Similar, perhaps, to the Frank Park portals found almost exactly 2 years ago.

Hucka D.:

All eyes are one eye.

bb:

There’s going to be more.

Hucka D.:

Good night.

I Dig A Pony…

Eye-lignments (parenthetical horse equals “accidental, middle” alignments):

Uffington > (Hackpen Hill) > Cherhill

Broad Town > (Hackpen Hill) > Marlborough

Marlborough > (Alton Barnes) > Westbury

*****

… March 29, 2010

… Carrcass 2 and Carrcass 3 are products of Jeogeot. Sinklands Sunklands is no longer…

*****

“I found something, dear, and I’m in it!!”

We found…

“… the book yet, Hucka D.”

Hucka D.:

“Did you find the book yet, baker b.?” (pause) Never mind.

bb:

It’s [delete name].

Hucka D.:

TILE, then. It’s a start and a finish.

bb:

I wonder if I can produce a picture of it for this blog. Hmmmm, what would I look under?

Hucka D. (suggesting):

“Bippie Camel”?

bb:

Um, no… I just tried that, just for kicks, and only this website came up.

Hucka D.:

Now this particular post will show up too (smiles).

bb:

Freaky how that happens. Like I can just insert “Guy Lombardo” and tomorrow hits on that name will show up in the blog stats. Like “Herman Munster”. Or “Peewee Herman”… “Herman’s Hermits”.

Hucka D.:

Now you got it…

*****

bb:

Hmmmm…. And http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=12060211. You getting that, Hucka D.?

Hucka D.:

Looks like The Bill to me.

bb:

But you’re always seeing connections that usually aren’t there.

Hucka D.:

Aren’t they?

bb (reviewing):

The Queen and King have a book in their basement written by Herman who may be the same as Bill or The Bill.

Hucka D.:

Old wine in new bottles. Herman Frank…

bb:

Hucka D., I think I’m going to return to Second Life and start biking around again.

Hucka D.:

Big Sinkky?

bb:

No, that’s in Kentucky. I can’t get there.

Hucka D.:

Can you not?

bb:

No.

Hucka D.:

Eye see.

bb:

I’m also playing around with the White Horses. Do you want to hear my thoughts on that yet?

Hucka D.:

Yes.

bb:

Oh, you really do.

Hucka D. (quickly):

Yes.

bb:

There’s definitely something to it.

Hucka D.:

What is it?

bb:

Well to be honest…

Hucka D.:

It’s the red and the blue.

bb:

That might be it, although I…

Hucka D. (interrupting again):

No that’s part of it. Found at the Swindon dump.

bb:

A Father?

Hucka D.:

It’s a Carrcass but not one of 56.

bb:

My cat just wrote 56!

Hucka D.:

Clever little feline!

bb:

Fifty-six. Fifty-six.

Hucka D.:

But not one of ’em (smiles).

bb:

Rule 112 (2×56)?

Sorry *gestures*

Hucka D.:

No, it’s Home Again. Home, Home Again.

bb:

The Queen and King are digging at the dump and we in their house while they’re gone, man, gone. Red and blue and red and blue. Carrcass…

Hucka D.:

… Four, yes. Do you see yet?

bb (reflecting again):

They’re digging and we’re digging… Sink. Sinkhole.

Hucka D.:

Macon bacon. We better end.

bb:

Thank you, Hucka D.

Hucka D.:

Thank you.

I don’t think… March 28, 2010

… the Queen and King aren’t going to come back from Swindon, Hucka D. It may be death to them.

Hucka D.:

They will return and they will be better than new. You’ll see.

bb:

But for now they’re gone, man, gone.

Hucka D.:

Look in the dump. At the dump.

bb:

Are they building a new town within or just outside Swindon town.

Hucka D.:

At the dump. Yes… perhaps.

bb:

Baker Blinker found or soon will find the Silver-Rubi map in the basement of the Temple House. Arkansas, of course.

Hucka D.:

She will find the Diamond, yes.

bb:

The perpetual diamond of the dog’s tail of Synchpatch?

Hucka D.:

Yes. Permanent. 10. Perfection. Diamond. Arkansas. In the basement of the house.

bb:

Is it a Canary? INSERT PICTURE.

Hucka D.:

Yes.

bb:

It’s the Queen’s, then.

Hucka D.:

Yes. Yellow. Y.

bb:

Is it *cursed*?

Hucka D.:

Might be.

bb:

Why did you as Hucka Doobie change back into a bee form when the Queen and King left?

Hucka D.:

Because I was back in Arkansas[, then].

bb:

Where is the Billfork Diagram?

Hucka D.:

Billfork is the same as in Arkansas Diagram.

bb:

OK… is the Martin the 9th beyond the 8th?

Hucka D.:

Yes?

bb:

How are the White Horses linked?

Hucka D.:

You better log off. You know Baker Blinker will find Silver, Rubi, and Diamond in the basement. Esbum is not locked up in the basement like Norman Bates’ mother. I don’t think.

bb:

She might be.

Hucka D.:

Anyway, the Queen and King are at the dump of Swindon, making amends. Resurrection.

The Queen and King went away… March 27, 2010

… on business in nearby Swindon. Something about death and resurrection; over my head as they put it, but not in a condescending way.

I took the opportunity to just sit on the porch and sip martinis in private. Baker Blinker worked on her croquet game. “I’m going to whip her butt when she returns,” she said, but that’s doubful, since the Queen is obviously in a different class of players than Ms. Blinker. I began to think of Second Life again through Baker Bloch: St. Nick of Barkley, Sunklands, Chilbo, Jeogeot as a whole, Nascera and its new clone Arecsan, Karoz (who is still in Second Life — trying to figure out still how to get him here to join the rest of the family!). But I also knew we wouldn’t be leaving Wiltshire anytime soon, although I had a feeling we might not be staying much longer with the King and Queen. I need my privacy, and so does Blinks. So does Hucka Doobie for that matter — oh, I forgot to mention that he changed back to his bee form when the King and Queen left (!). He’s been flying around the area, and mumbling something about how he’s visiting the forest again. Not sure if he means West Woods or Savernake or perhaps some other woods further off. Maybe all of the above.

*****

Hucka D.: All of the above.

bb;

Thanks for coming around tonight, Hucka D.

Hucka D.:

The Queen and King want to talk to you about Arkansas and The Bill more when they return. This is the 25th. (pause)

bb:

25th part of the blog. Like Arkansas is the 25th state of the Union.

Hucka D.:

We think the King may be from Billstown, Arkansas, right where Glen Campbell was born. Delightful.

bb:

That might (be an interesting new development).

Hucka D.:

They are very interested in TILE, although the King hasn’t mentioned it much yet.

bb:

He’s talked a lot, but keeps circling back to the Dark Ages. What happened to him there, Hucka D.?

Hucka D.:

He encountered a lot of powerful entities, some which wished him not harm, but were serving themselves instead of him. He didn’t like that — he needs worship.

bb:

White Magicians and Black Magicians as two sides of one coin[, then].

Hucka D.:

You can put it that way. Then all shine in the end.

bb:

I’m going to *attempt* to get to Jonesborough tomorrow, Hucka D., and draw that white horse on the long rock in the center of the place.

Hucka D.:

Good luck! (you’ll need it)

bb:

Revive the toys. Take some pics.

Hucka D.:

Grassy loves you.

bb:

What do we do next? Wansdyke?

*****

“Old Home, New Home?”

Karoz, Meanwhile…

… had found a bishop chess piece at the bottom of a Nascera channel, in the new additions since Christmas. Just to note: it appears in Nascera and its *clone* continent Arecsan. Two white bishops, then.*

Two bishops lie on either side of the King and Queen on a chess board. 🙂 I can’t help but think they somehow represent the cloning process itself, a microcosm of the macrocosm.

Yes, Karoz was still in contact with the family, although in an abstract way. He’ll continue to explore Second Life while the others are groundside, as it were.

*****

In other news — still sad to me even though I’ve been away for close to 1/2 a year now — Azure Islands has been sold; Big Island is no more. Not sure yet the status of Azure Island #2, 3, 4, 5, and 6. I assume they’ll be cut up as well, like Azure Island #1 before them. There will be no true sub-continents on estate property soon. People seem to prefer the isolated sims if they go the estate route.

*****

* See more here on the relationship between Nascera and its clone. The original white bishop lies in the Ahi sim of Nascera, the second, clone bishop in Rokugatsu of Arecsan. Rumors abound of even a 3rd, cloned continent.

It’s very odd… March 26, 2010

“It’s very odd… Hucka D. seems to have left me, at least temporarily. I’m on my own for now.”

Hucka D.:

You’ve always been on your own.

bb:

There you are (!) I thought maybe since your avatar had changed that you were no longer around.

Hucka D.:

There may come that day. But not now, not presently. You need my help too much. And will for a while longer.

bb:

Thank you for that. I feel better.

Hucka D.:

What’s happening over at the Queen and King’s place tonight, baker b.?

bb:

Well… I thought at least the Queen and Baker Blinker might walk over to the Hackpen White Horse, Hucka D.

Hucka D.:

That’s the portal. All white horses are one white horse.

*****

“Yes, you indicated that before, Hucka Doobie.”

The King was taken aback. “Why do you call me Hucka Doobie, old friend and new friend at once? Hucka Doobie is over there completing his pyramid. All he needs is an eye to top it all off.” The King looked out at the yard, and Baker Blinker and his Queen playing croquet. “Volunteers anyone??” he called louder, assuming they had heard his former speech since they were at the hoop closest to their chairs on the patio.

Baker Blinker laugh and waved him off. The Queen stared queerly at him for quite some time, and then rapidly returned to the game when her turn was up, expertly swishing the ball through a hoop with her long, two pronged tail. Remarkably, she smiled directly at me afterwards, not the first time I’d seen her smile, but it was strange nonetheless… unexpected. Her teeth were so very white, and her head so darkish green. I must ask the King what species she is when she is out of earshot again. But perhaps her hearing is more acute than us more human avatars.

“The Queen has a remarkable smile,” I noted to the King after they had moved further along in the game.

“Yes, I love her so dearly. She is the yang to my yin. I’m her yang to her yin.” He sighs satisfactorally. “She’s my other, better half. Together we are one and we are all.”

Just then Hucka Doobie came walking up to us, holding out his right hand. He just stood there like that for a minute — I finally understood that he was asking for *an eye*. He was switching his stare between the two of us.

“Oh, OK,” the King finally allowed. “But you have to give it back.” Hucka Doobie then smiled himself as the King reached around his eye and removed it for Hucka Doobie, placing it in his hand. Of course it didn’t hurt or make a mess — we were all avatars after all. But it was still kind of shocking to see, and I wasn’t sure I would be able to do the same with my eye.

Hucka Doobie skipped merrily away toward his almost completed stone pyramid in the corner of the backyard. I watched him as he carefully placed the King’s eye at the very top. Where had I seen this before? — oh, of course, in Blackmount, in… where was that again? Second Life, oh yes.

Even though it was close to midday still, the eye then lit up that whole side of the yard with its brilliance.

*****

Hucka D.:

I see. The Illuminati.

Temple Home… March 25, 2010

The King and I were sitting on the patio next to the scented lemon trees yesterday and saw this shape in the sky. I asked the King if he knew what it was and he said, “Oh yeah, that’s just Blue Skies Mister smoking and toking on his pipe as usual.” I asked him what that meant and he replied Blue Skies Mister is something like the “normals” of Wiltshire call their Father, “with a capital F,” he added.

Of course our second night at the Palace Castle Temple House we also at least attempted to discuss the King and Queen’s relationship with the King and Queen Oak of Savernake Forest, and why they based the design of their property upon the Giza Pyramid cross section. “That reason must remain subterranean at the moment,” an unusually somber King replied.

I, through Baker Bloch, also asked him about the triple Taijitu crop circle that appeared just above his house last year. His rather short response, for him, was, “Yup, that’s us. Out in the cornfields again.”

Instead he babbled on and on about the Dark Ages, much moreso than the night before. Then when he realized he was going on too much, he’d pause and attempt to lighten the mood with a, “But siriusly”, always followed by a quick laugh.

We looked at his many Blinkertons stored in the basement of the house as well.

The Queen and I-as-Baker Blinker took a long stroll to the south and west, and came back with quite a collection of small, sarsen stones. One curiously had what appeared to be a figure on it that looked exactly like the image of Blue Skies Mister the King and I-as-Baker Bloch saw just shortly before this. After comparing notes, as it were, Baker Blinker and Baker Bloch, the two sides of me after all, decided that the rock was found at the same time the parallel image in the sky was spied.

Interesting.

Hucka Doobie then built a small pyramid in the corner of the yard the patio fronts with the stones the Queen and Baker Blinker had returned with, interesting in itself. His response when I asked him what he was designing was, “It’s a temple to Blue Skies Mister. Everyone needs a home.” His eyes turned up to me, much different and more, er, soulful than his previous, admittedly quite goofy bee avatar peepers.

He had found the eyes he desired; I don’t think he was going to leave either.