I keep thinking today about how God passes through the sacrificed animals Abram did a Damian Hurst on, in Genesis CH 15. Well back to Chapter 12  v 10 really, and the sneaky, but rather pragmatic decision to pass Sarai off as his sister. I am so gut feelingly convinced Sarai and Abraham were contempories of Amun Hotep. This is where I read this prophecy from. Abraham did pretty well at skimming it in Egypt, and leaving behind a load of bad karma for the Egyptians. Looks like Abraham called on the name of the Lord before entering Egypt, and asked for a plea of diminished responsibility until he made his way back to the same 'first alter'. Bit of an 'off road' sojurn then... 'flying by the seat of his pants', and on the very rim of God's whirlpool. Looks like Abraham was cut a lot of slack there in Egypt.

Then we get Lot and Abraham parting, as Uncle and Nephew are competing for the same grazing. Both wealthy, and both needing to have unconflicting interests. So this is the key to this for me.. Abraham said to Lot, "Let's not have any quarreling between you and me, or between your herdsmen and mine, for we are brothers. Is not the whole land before you? Let's part company. If you go to the left, I'll go to the right; if you go to the right, I'll go to the left."

The next bit is about Lot picking the best land for grazing but ends up right next to Sodom and Gomorrah. Meanwhile Abraham by not asserting any privilege gets the most incredible promise, which is the re-affirmation of his call by God back at the beginning of chapter twelve. This is the beginning of the concept of 'as far as the eye can see'. (So we have telescpes now!)

Chapter 14 describes Abram rescuing Lot. Good bit of man story next with battles and booty. Verse 18 shows the begining of the Bread and wine ritual being intoduced into Abram's ritual repetoire. Also that Abram shares out all the captured loot and people between His allies.

God reassures Abram in a vision, and Abram pleads with God for the thing he realy wants, which is His own heir. (Typical bloke, didn't say, 'The child my wife is desperate for'... nope, it was a man thing to want the heir).

Any way the point of rambling up to this point is to get to the Damian Hurst art scene... (no it wasn't Damian Hurst that thought up the cutting in two stuff). Interesting that this aspect is still ritualistic. Wonder what effect it actually has on people walking through these exhibits. Better not be making any oaths you don't plan keeping while walking around the gallery!

I have come to a conclusion for now, that Abram cut the land mamals in two because they have a 'favoured' side. If you watch animals, they have a preferred side. A ridden animal prefers to turn one way over another. A ploughing animal is the same. Whereas a Bird is completely different.

Birds don't 'favour' one side over another. They have to be able to respond instantly to change.
 
Every feather is attuned to the nuance of wind, lifting currents, and yet it remains completely focused on where it is going. No need to cut it in half then. A Bird has perfect poise already.

It's a bit blurred because I enlarged it too much, but look at those wingtips, and the tail down not full flex, so it can get it's head up for a photocall.

Well I think this passage about the Damian Hurst stuff, is the first time God is 'seen'. God passed through the peices as a 'smoking brazier with a blazing torch'. Did this 'sear' the cut in two animals? I haven't thought that part through or if it has any significance. What does strike me is that God is seen to be traveling through a 'path' that has been prepared for his manifesting presence. The given standard exegesis is the self maledictory  oath, but seldom is anything in the Bible that simple. It always seems to have layers of meanings. Once I think I am getting the picture, a whole new depth to this stuff opens.

The significance of the Dove? The only bird that will fight to the Death, and the Pidgeon who closely resembles the Dove, will not.

This seems all so symbolic of the Subjective, and Objective aspects of Consciousness. What is God intimating? That both 'halves' may be inequal, or 'loaded' with preference, but that God will pass through between this 'imperfection' of prefered, and hard wired tendancy, to 'see through' His purpose? Perhaps....

...Needs more dwelling on, because I got this far, but can't see how this fits the 'end game' yet. 

I Like the idea of God turning up in a Brazier! (Girl thing sorry...). I suppose the flaming torch is a metaphor for the maleness of God.

I feel sorry for the Egyptians really. The next time the they get a visit during a famine is when Joseph has risen to power over all of Egypt. Talk about skimming it. Joseph manages to indenture the whole population, as they have to sell all their posessions to 'Pharaoh' to buy food. Joseph then leases back the farms and equipment to the Egyptian people. So He has turned a 'free people' into serfs. Probably even the Temples had to submit in the end, as the local surplus had been stored for safekeeping in the fat years. So I reckon that by year five of the famine, Joseph had completely revised the whole power matrix in Egypt. I am surprised Pharaoh let him get away with it. I never made the connection of a Visir being a Revisor before.

Back to that promise in Genesis 15 from verse 12 to 16. Pretty accurate. Exept leaving out the bit where Abraham did a realy mean thing by passing Sarah off as his sister, and forgeting to mention Joseph bankrupts the Egyptians by taking advantage of the correct interpretation of Pharaoh's dream. That benefits Joseph's immediate family.  I am wondering if this is the first unveiled reference to nepotism, must re read up to this point again. Honestly, every time I read the Bible it seems different. Like the 'never ending story'. You have to keep a close eye on it, otherwise it's all over the place. AHA! So that's what it's all about. It does change, it's not me just thinking it changes.

Then the balance of power gets restored over a period of time, once crops are growing and the Egyptian people get enough back together. I bet they revolted! Turned the tables back on the now populous Israelites and put them to making mud bricks near Goshen. Actually there was a huge temple and city built fairly quickly up North, I suppose I ought to revise a bit of Archeology. It was a glittering city covered in blue tiles if memory serves.

Hmmm... I am drifting about too much here. Well I just played with this thread a bit. It obviously popped out on purpose and wiggled itself around tantalizingly. It will weave itself back in no doubt if I get to a point of not having it floating in my head like a feather on the breeze.

Time for bed, sweet dreams and a blessed and refreshing sleep.

Probably the defining moment of this century. How do I know?

i scuffed my knuckles on a stone in the garden about an hour and a half ago. Probably around 6pm GMT + 1 summertime. And what a scortcher it's been today. Too hot to work in the garden. I spent most of the afternoon potting up seedlings in my nice cool shed.
More on mad gardening later, I am exhausted now

 A flame weeder is a joy to behold. Tempramental to the Nth degree, but so am I, so we should get on quite well. I rarely bleed. It's a wierd thing. I don't look if I feel any pain. Not until I get the all clear. Anyway it kind of looked frothy to me. Poured some disinfectant over it as I was in the garden.

So Back to Voyager. Through the Magnetic bubble 'plasma' then... not what one expects I suppose. It's realy like a child's bubble blower that you put washing up liquid in. I had a whizz over to it last night I think. I seem to be visualising something. Interesting to think we are surrounded by fairy bubbles. Like the magnetosphere round our planet. Only organic. Wow. How cool is that. Now I wonder if this actually refracts images, I wonder if it makes things seem further away than they realy are.

I dropped glitter and stars all over the floor in my shed a couple of days ago when I was doing my nails.

Still I am doubtful that Voyager 1 will get telemetry back through the plasma. Probably too much interference. I am even wondering if the 'Time' factor works past the plasma as it's outside the event horizon. I wonder if Voyager Two can be slowed down to sit in the back of the plasma cloud and relay telemetry. It would be cool to actually get to see pictures.

Time for dinner..... Lovely. Spring Lamb, fresh peas from the pod, and Jersey Royal New Potatoes. With Homemade mint sauce, and a gravy to die for. Himself went to Westminster College. He also had a very good education. He is very knowledgable when he can be bothered.

Just don't give Him instructions, we live on different planets. His is where you leave your brains behind when there's any practical work to be done. Most frustrating. I had a fit earlier today in true Manic style. Felt much better.

Basically the Husbands brain generally works like this; I explain I want to use the flame gun on a new patch, which I have duly cleared of all items likely to be damaged. Moved Large and heavy pots, and re-located the dogs perimeter wire. All ready to start toasting.

Himself decides he want's to mow the lawn where I have just moved all this stuff. I tell him to put the stuff on the ground that has already been weed toasted. I leave Him to it, as by this stage annoyance is already setting in. When I get back, all the stuff I moved plus lots more is .... guess.... right back where I just spent 20 minutes moving it from.

This is when I feel paranoid. I think things like.... 'this can't be for real... ' I am going to end up seeing myself on camera one day having a manic fit, swearing like ... well foul mouthed, bent double screaming in the abject senselessness of living in a world where no one takes the slightest notice of anything I say, explain, generally try to describe and communicate... Why?

Why when It was sooooo  obvious I had just spent ages on a swealtering hot day moving a load of heavy stuff out of the way.... Is this just to wind me up? YES... yes, He takes perverse pleasure in seeing me go off on one... knowing that he has got me to this point of screaming frenzy, HE KNOWS... He has actually done it on purpose, with the intention of getting me manic, so He can act all calm, sweet, and as though my tantrum has no cosmic effect whatsoever.

The oh so calm response is the sqirty cream in the face bit.

I think my outburst today actually fell into the verbal abuse category, I even had a deep urge to actually hit Him. Very rarely can I be provoked to this degree. Hence the cosmic swipeback of getting my knuckles scraped on a bit of stone.

I just said ... 'I am going for a fag in my shed before I actually do whack you with something'. AHHHGGGGHHHH!!!!

Oh the deep joy of being married, having to learn that they are sent to be as irritating. Where would we be without the occasional childish games, life would be so boring.

Revenge.... I must think of something that will get him back for this one. Perhaps slicing the last two pages out of the next novel He's reading very neatly, so it looks like they forgot to print them.... delcious, It will only work the once though....

No matter what I do, I can't get the Cloud Stories page to Publish. I suppose there are too many people worried it will freak the whole planet out if they thought it's possible to 'chat' to people in the future. (And that in some random way they can speak back to us).

Message in a bottle perhaps? Zetail, it wagzze Doeg.
It reminds me of that cat video where it is swinging round on the ceiling fan, and Splat, you have a 'Kittywake'.

A word from 'His Emminently Royal Stormy Petrolness'

"I am actually not sure what kind of bird it is in the picture I posted of myself. Anyway it was stuffed a long time ago".

"Looks like the old bird had another close shave in this picture, wonder why it likes it's hair to look like it's been pulled though a hadron collider backwards. Cool glasses though, still got all it's own teeth. You wouldn't think such a normal looking human could be as random as this one, but there you go, I blame the parents. Should never have bought the Encyclopedia Britannica and left it lying around, you can't be too careful about early readers. As for allowing it unsupervised use of a chemistry set, a microscope, and allowing it to light it's own fireworks, one has to consider such parenting as completely irresponsible".

"Look at it, butter wouldn't melt in it's mouth in this picture. If the Intergalactic Federation of Stormy Petrolness had let this one into mainstream science as an unsupervised child, it would have cost far too much to repair the damage it caused. Should have seen what she did with the iron filings and sulphuric acid... Nowadays she is just happy to make soap".

"In my capacity as 'His Emminently Royal Stormy Petrolness', I demand more parental supervision of these offspring, this one was a nightmare to thwart processing".

Us Ps and Qs like an outing together now and again. This is taken in a lovely little cafe in, you guessed it.... Norway.

Actually I have tried to find out what kind of a bard the white one in the picture is. I thought it might be a bad case of taxidermi on an Egret, but the beak is wrong and legs too short. It is definately a dead bird, even though it speak... The cafe owner realy did insist that he took a picture of me holding the bird, it would be rude not to of course.

I can't help it, I have the sneakiest suspicion that there were a load of prangsters from the future that turned up on this holiday. I think I might put a picture of the flying mackeral up in the Norway section. I need to edit it so I can 'blow it up', which is exactly what it looks like happened to it in my photo. There's me freezing cold in the middle of nowhere trying to be romantic and take a picture of the aurora borealis, and all I get is space junk flying overhead.