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Depth, Power October 3, 2010

Filed under: Chasm Deep,Egg Hill Sink (Orion's Vale),Hucka D.,Peter G. — baker Blinker @ 7:12 am

“The power, the *depth* of Chasm Deep may be too deep and powerful to tap into properly. It may overwhelm, causing disorganization instead of the opposite. A certain critical mass can be reached, but it is difficult. Cooperation must be powerful… deep. It hasn’t occurred yet. They’ll have to start all over, in essence.”

Hucka D.:

Well… you know how that goes, he he.

bb (laughing as well):

Yes. You just start all over. It’s only virtual pixels. Save what is good, throw out what is bad. And be merciless.

Hucka D.:

They need to let the Metaharps themselves tell them how to tap into that energy. All of them, together, can do it. And it can be the most powerful and deep thing in Second Life itself, if accomplished. Much more potential power there than Otaki Gorge. But, to them, they can learn from *you* and your smaller sink. Don’t you think?

bb:

I suppose so. Just simple lessons. And, of course, that the energy at the center of the sink exists in the first place. And the relationship with Orion’s Vale, which is *really* in trouble (raises eyebrows). I don’t think Sachie could be pleased with the degeneration of that area.

Hucka D.:

No (pause). So are you going to hold on to Otaki Gorge even now?

bb:

Yes. I suppose I should. Don’t you think?

Hucka D.:

Yes. What of Baker[ sim]?

bb:

I guess it will have to go, Hucka D.

Hucka D.:

Shame. You must pick and choose poisons from now on. But too many options, as you said, are better than too few.

*****

An old man, going a lone highway,
Came at the evening, cold and gray,
To a chasm, vast and deep and wide,
Through which was flowing a sullen tide.
The old man crossed in the twilight dim;
The sullen stream had no fears for him;
But he turned when safe on the other side
And built a bridge to span the tide.

“Old man,” said a fellow pilgrim near,
“You are wasting strength with building here;
Your journey will end with the ending day;
You never again must pass this way;
You have crossed the chasm, deep and wide”
Why build you the bridge at the eventide?”

The builder lifted his old gray head:
“Good friend, in the path I have come,” he said,
“There followeth after me today
A youth whose feet must pass this way.
This chasm that has been naught to me
To that fair-haired youth may a pitfall be.
He, too, must cross in the twilight dim;
Good friend, I am building the bridge for him.”

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Bridge_Builder

*****

IN THE RAPIDS

Moving down the water John is drifting out of sight, It’s only at the turning point That you find out how to fight. In the cold, feel the cold all around And the rush of crashing water Surround me with its sound.

Rael manages to grab a rock, pull himself to the surface and catch his breath. As John is carried past, Rael throws himself in again and catches hold of his arm. He knocks John unconscious and then locking themselves together, he rides the rapids into the slow running water, where he can swim to safety.

Striking out to reach you, I can’t get through to the other side. When you’re racing in the rapids There’s only one way, that’s to ride. Taken down, taken down by the undertow And I’m spiralled down the river bed, My fire is burning low. Catching hold of a rock that’s firm, I’m waiting for John to be carried past. We hold together and shoot the rapids fast.

But as he hauls his brother’s limp body onto the bank he lies him out and looks hopefully into his eyes for a sign of life. He staggers back in recoil, for staring at him with eyes wide open is not John’s face — but his own.

And when the waters slow down The dark and the deep have no-one left to keep. Hang on John! We’re out of this at last. Something’s changed, that’s not your face. It’s mine!

http://www.bloovis.com/music/lamb.html

*****

http://themindfulmystic.blogspot.com/2010/07/mandala.html

*****

Peter:

It happened in 1930. I did not know if I was alive or dead, but I went to the other side. Pea pod peaple were lined up with numbers. Pre-borns. John as #9. Then Lily… she led me. Golden globes. I was here. I knew what Lamb was. Lamb[ County].

*****

At the time Plant X was being designed, power plants were usually named after their location. During the initial stages of the design process, no location had been selected, so engineers referred to the generating station simply as “Plant X” and the name stuck.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Plant_X

Pluto’s volume is about 0.66% that of Earth

Once found, Pluto’s faintness and lack of a resolvable disc cast doubt on the idea that it was Lowell’s Planet X. Estimates of Pluto’s mass were revised downward throughout the 20th century…. Lowell had made a prediction of Planet X’s position in 1915 that was fairly close to Pluto’s actual position at that time; however, Ernest W. Brown concluded almost immediately that this was a coincidence,[40] a view still held today

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pluto#Demise_of_Planet_X

*****

Note to Science: try to stop using the word “coincidence” as blanket coverage for any unusual confluence of events encountered.

 

Let’s tile 1 on. September 25, 2010

Filed under: Bill, The,Hucka D.,Peter G.,Uncategorized — baker Blinker @ 8:05 am

Great two days of hiking on my vacation so far, both on Beach Mtn. Hiking will continue tomorrow, but more locally. Want to return to Whitehead Crossing, but there’s another story to that. The Michael Story.

Bracket Jupiter, a former King of Comma Islands, is dead. But will be resurrected — as something. Coincidentally, The Bakers of England have also left the company of The King and Queen in Wiltshire County, since the crop circle season is over. I’ll have more to say about that when I have a chance to read the opinion of others on the 2010 season.

I’m still loving Otaki Gorge, but for how long will I stay there? Will the Blue Feather Gallery be moved to the sink? Staying in the Chilbo region is not an option now.

Or will the Blue Feather just go away? Will I downsize in SL and get rid of my own, personal sink in the near future? Depends on the continued strength of the Sunklands idea.

I don’t see the end of the blog coming up, but I see an end to mainland SL. Shifts will be made to other grids — other “mainland” perhaps. Need to study up on the philosophy of mainlanders as compared to estate owners. How does a Chilboan or a Parktowner or a Sterberginite think differently from an isolated island owner? And what of the relative disappearance of sub-continents in SL, like Azure Island #1 or Otherland #1? Or even Big Island for that matter? It doesn’t look very good; Sunklands is really all I have, unless I can make a renewed stake on Heterocera, which is doubtful (?) Or maybe even Sansara.

Why stay in Sunklands when it is so deenergized?

Because I still need it for storytelling. I need to know why Peter, whose burial mound appears to be in the middle of my Otaki Gorge land, after all, was the candidate chosen to lead the Sunklands Initiative. I need to know the relationship of Peter to TILE. I need to understand the connection between SL avatars and toy avatars from Frank and Herman Park in the real world. I need to understand better the writings of St. Nick of Barkley, who may be the patron saint of Big Sink (St. Lemon of Troy is saint of Sunklands as a whole?).

I am writing history. The current condition of Sunklands doesn’t matter as much as what was there in the past. The Sunklands Initiative was there. Little Robert Plant Variant was there; Marty was there. Peter who is a variant Peter Gabriel of Genesis was there.

I think the Initiative all started on my Otaki Gorge property now. Lemon, who is, in turn, a variant John Lennon, called in The Bill, against the protests of Marty (variant Paul McCartney). The Residents of First Life became the residents of Second Life. Revealment of the 2 games of Trivia Ratsuit already played, one to squelch a corrupted “Second Life” path emerging at the end of the Roman Empire, and another to jumpstart virtual reality and Second Life in 19–, let’s see, 1985.

Robert Plant Variant had to be purified of outside influence before he could enter the heart of Sunklands and be initiated into the Initiative there. He then knew of Joplin, Arkansas and the missing Joplin Ball of the Temple of TILE.

My first Sunklands story was mainly about Plant and Marty and how they had to learn to cooperate to make the Initiative a success in 2009. Peculiarly, this phase of the story continued after Plant and Marty had essentially left this blog, their job completed in the Initiative. Perhaps this is because it wasn’t *really* finished, and more work had to be done. Or maybe Peter was really behind this.

Hucka D. recently said that Peter was not ready to speak on this blog as himself. Curious. I need a pep talk.

Hucka D.:

Peter is here. He’s ready.

bb:

Oh hi Hucka D. That’s great news. What of Sapphire? Has she gone the way of Marty and Plant before her?

Hucka D.:

Yes. We need to start speaking to Peter directly. This is a new direction.

Peter:

Hello.

bb:

Hi. Pleasure to be speaking with you tonight, Peter. But we’ve spoken before, haven’t we?

Peter:

No. US.

bb:

(pause) Are you a collective?

Peter:

US.

[long pause]

bb:

How did Lemon attract The Bill to Second Life and Sunklands, Peter?

[no answer]

Hucka D.:

I guess that’s it for Peter tonight.

bb:

I didn’t really understand it.

Hucka D.:

Well. Let’s then look at the Bracket Jupiter situation.

bb:

Can we?

Hucka D.:

Bracket talked about this very subject, and it got him killed. Peter is wise to answer in short.

bb:

Let me venture a guess. They had to make a 4th. Where is the 4th?, you’re always asking.

Hucka D.:

That’s TILE.

 

Peter The Good: April 22, 2010

Filed under: Norum,Peter G.,TILE,Uncategorized — baker Blinker @ 7:45 am

“I have news baker b. The King has returned from his subterranean chambers.”

bb:

Thanks for that. Lemme check…

http://www.cropcircleconnector.com/2010/2010.html

Nope, no 2010 crop circles yet, Peter The Good.

Peter The Good:

Yes. There is. Not discovered. Not recorded yet. Blue Feather. You had to finish that first.

bb;

Well, it’s not quite finished or opened.

Peter The Good:

Oh?

bb:

No, I still have to add prices to the collages in the Edwardston Station Gallery annex, and also create an artist’s statement for Natsha and Loki, and also myself I suppose. But I’m close (!)

Peter The Good:

You are beginning to get in touch with ancient Norum. You are reading the blog again, I hear.

bb:

I think this has something to do with TILE as well. But I have no more prims to work with in Noru now. Where do I set something up about TILE, then? And will it be a temple again?

Peter The Good:

How about Sunklands?

bb:

In the southwest corner of Pudding Hill, you mean. In the heart of the heart of Sunklands. I’m giving up Aotearoa now, Peter G. And probably the Chilbo rental… had to go.

Peter The Good:

What will you do with TILE?

bb:

I don’t know… worship it, I suppose. It’s not really a religion but… er… I guess I’ll keep developing the TILE Creek mythology, Peter G. That would be a way to go, especially given the Norum–Great Meadow/Good Meadow connections.

Peter The Good:

You, exactly. Yes, exactly I mean. Hucka D.’s stomach hurt the other night because he ate so many blues. And his mouth… what a mess! Were you here?

bb:

I don’t think so. (pause) What of Carrcass-4? Is that connected to TILE?

Peter The Good:

Yes. I am from Main. Maine.

bb:

You are [delete name], then.

Peter The Good:

Yes.

bb:

Fascinating. (pause) Did you die in Pier’s Gill and will you return in Gill’s Pier, Michigan to complete the head, Peter G.?

Peter The Good:

I created Sunklands from my home in Norum, baker b. I am a good egg.

bb:

And you use to live in the northwest corner of Noru, where Olando lives now, or has his movie theatre.

Peter The Good:

I live with you. I am your rabbit.

bb:

It’s interesting to me that Norum has a mythology bordering but yet separate from Chilbo, formerly known, at least according to some sources…

Peter The Good:

Hucka D., you mean.

bb:

Yes. (continuing): known as Chilbol. The toy avatars came here, to Norum… didn’t they?

Peter The Good:

Yes. Gene Fade and Grassy Noll. Great Meadow and Good Meadow. Bill Hill… Billy The Mountain. Pay attention to Noru.

bb:

I’m going to give up everything else and focus on Noru.

Peter The Good:

Yes. It is the center(piece) of Jeogeot. *It* is Mt. Jeogeot. For you anyway. Freaky, isn’t it?

bb:

I’ll have to think about that [freakiness factor] more, Peter The Good. Thank you.

Peter The Good:

Stay in touch.