For those not familiar with the film Tommy, that’s Ann Margaret in the aftermath of the baked bean explosion.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
It appears Boston and February 13th have been featured in the headlines of Purpleaura’s brain a fair bit lately. Her and her husband have been tossing about the idea of relocating. Purpleaura thought Boston might be a nice place to live so she began looking around for homes in the area. A day or so later she comes across this thread on GLP:
They drew a GREAT CIRCLE OF EARTH from CAIRO to ROME AND CONTINUED IT!!! Guess where the arc runs through?!! (GCAD) Great Circle of American Disasters
Boston
New York Manhattan Island
Washington D.C.
Blacksburg, Virginia
Reservoir North of Atlanta
New Orleans, LA
Each of these sites has had a major disaster recently, except Boston, which was associated with a major disaster on 9-11.
Manhattan (WTC 1 & 2)
Washington D.C. (9-11 attack)
Blacksburg, VA (the Black Virgin) VA Tech Massacre
Reservoir North of Atlanta has dried up in the worst drought ever for this area, is the focal point for the exceptional drought.
New Orleans, LA was hit with Katrina
http://www.godlikeproductions.com/forum1/message498429/pg1
So that was kind of weird. She did some research into February 13th and one of the things that stood out on the list of important events on that day was this:
1635 - The first public school in the U.S., Boston Latin School, is founded.
I’ve been meaning to do some research for quite some time into exactly when and where the whole school deception began so I guess that answers that question.
On September 27th, 2007 I had a dream I received an email from somebody named Stonebridge then awoke with Baba O’Riley playing in my head (better known as Teenage Wasteland).
Out here in the fields
I fight for my meals
I get my back into my living
I don't need to fight
To prove I'm right
I don't need to be forgiven
Don't cry
Don't raise your eye
It's only teenage wasteland
Sally, take my hand
Travel south cross land
Put out the fire
Don't look past my shoulder
The exodus is here
The happy ones are near
Let's get together
Before we get much older
We never did figure that one out but the fun facts surrounding the song are interesting:
"Baba O’Riley is a song by the British rock band The Who, written by Pete Townshend, lead guitarist. As with most Who songs, it is sung primarily by Roger Daltrey. However, as usual for Who songs during this era, Townshend sings the middle eight: "Don't cry/don't raise your eye/it's only teenage wasteland". The title of the song is derived from this combination of the song's philosophical and musical influences: Meher Baba and Terry Riley.
"Baba O'Riley" was originally written by Pete Townshend for his Lifehouse project, a rock opera that was to be the follow-up to The Who's 1969 opera, Tommy. Townshend derived the song from a nine minute ARP synthesizer demo, which the band reconstructed. "Baba O'Riley" was going to be used in the Lifehouse project as a song sung by Ray, the Scottish farmer at the beginning of the album as he gathers his wife Sally and his two children to begin their exodus to London.
Although they never actually did it in concert, The Who considered pulling a person from the audience and programming their vital statistics into a synthesizer that would, in effect, translate that person into a musical theme around which a song could be built (an idea recently resurrected as the Lifehouse Method). Instead, Townshend discussed using the life information of Meher Baba, whose philosophy had been a great personal and artistic influence on the band's chief songwriter.
Meher Baba (Persian Devanāgarī:, born Merwan Sheriar Irani (February 25, 1894 – January 31, 1969), was an Indian spiritual teacher who said he was the Avatar.
Educated at St. Vincent's High School in Pune, India, as well as Deccan College, he led a normal school life, showing no particular inclination toward spiritual matters. At the age of 19, a short contact with an old Muslim holy woman Hazrat Babajan marked what he said was the beginning of his spiritual awakening. In 1915, at the age of 22, he was hailed as "Parvardigar" (Sufi for 'God as the Almighty Sustainer') by the Indian fakir Sai Baba of Shirdi. He received help from three more spiritual masters, including Upasni Maharaj, who he said revealed to him his spiritual identity as "The Ancient One" in 1921.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Baba_O
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December 30th, 2007 Purpleaura had the following dream:
I seem to be travelling through a canyon of some sort (reminded me of the Grand Canyon) and there’s an old building that looked like a Wild West prison. I go inside and see my vehicle parked outside, then I see a man and start talking to him. The weirdest part was I knew the jailer and the prisoners, they were like one big family, everyone was happy and talking away. As I’m leaving the man who’s in charge said “You came in that car?” "Yep", I replied, “It’s got ABS”. He said "Wow, that’s a really good car, usually it takes them hours to get here", but it wasn’t my car.
I waved as I start making my way and find myself going over a rock bridge, there was a big drop. Suddenly I’m watching a scene that looks like it’s from a movie. Bandits on horses are riding very quickly from a posse, it seems they robbed a place and the posse was hunting them down. One of the bandits thought it a good idea to blow up the bridge and as I’m watching, everything starts to explode. Another bandit and his horse fell over the edge as the bridge collapsed around him. I don’t think he was expecting that.
Suddenly I heard a voice call “Mom” and I swear it was my son standing right next to my bed trying to get my attention. You know that voice of when you’re younger, going into your parent’s room in the morning before school and having to wake them up because you don’t feel good. Well it sure got my attention and I was up with a start but nobody was there. Right now I’m buzzing and spacey. When I got up I had an overwhelming feeling of not being alone in the room.
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I did a bit of research into rock and/or stone bridges and found this one interesting although it wasn’t ringing any bells:
The Zhaozhou Bridge is the world's oldest open-spandrel stone segmental arch bridge. Credited to a craftsman named Li Chun, the bridge was constructed in the years 595-605 during the Sui Dynasty. Located in the southern part of Hebei Province, it is the oldest standing bridge in China, although the Chinese had built bridges over waterways since the ancient Zhou Dynasty.
The Zhaozhou Bridge is also known as the Safe Crossing Bridge and the Great Stone Bridge. It crosses the Xiao River in Zhao County, approximately 40 km southeast of the provincial capital Shijiazhuang. It is named for the nearby Zhao County which was formerly known as Zhaozhou.
In the next 1400 years, the bridge survived at least eight wars, ten major floods and numerous earthquakes, the nearest of which being the 7.2 degree Xingtai Earthquake in 1966. Yet, the support structure remains intact and the bridge is still in use. Only the ornamental railings have been replaced every few hundred years.
The intriguing design of the bridge has given rise to many legends. According to one legend, the bridge was built by a master architect named Lu Ban in a single night. In another story, the bridge was put to the test by two immortals who crossed it at the same time and Lu Ban saved it by wading into the water and supporting the structure.
Although Ming Dynasty authors compared the bridge to "a new moon rising above the clouds" and "a long rainbow hanging on a mountain waterfall"[2], it later fell into obscurity. When Professor Liang Sicheng of Tsing Hua University rediscovered the bridge on a field exploration of ancient architecture in Hebei province, made detailed measurements, and published a report and drawing ("An Chi Ch'iao the Great Stone Bridge Chao Hsien, Hobei, Sui Dynasty AD 569-617, Li Chun Master Builder"), it became world famous.
Zhaozhou Bridge was dedicated as an International Historic Civil Engineering Landmark by the American Society of Civil Engineers in 1991. The Chinese authorities nominated it for incription on the World Heritage List as having "a very important place in the world bridge building history".
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zhaozhou_Bridge
December 30th, 2007 Purpleaura had the following dream:
I seem to be travelling through a canyon of some sort (reminded me of the Grand Canyon) and there’s an old building that looked like a Wild West prison. I go inside and see my vehicle parked outside, then I see a man and start talking to him. The weirdest part was I knew the jailer and the prisoners, they were like one big family, everyone was happy and talking away. As I’m leaving the man who’s in charge said “You came in that car?” "Yep", I replied, “It’s got ABS”. He said "Wow, that’s a really good car, usually it takes them hours to get here", but it wasn’t my car.
I waved as I start making my way and find myself going over a rock bridge, there was a big drop. Suddenly I’m watching a scene that looks like it’s from a movie. Bandits on horses are riding very quickly from a posse, it seems they robbed a place and the posse was hunting them down. One of the bandits thought it a good idea to blow up the bridge and as I’m watching, everything starts to explode. Another bandit and his horse fell over the edge as the bridge collapsed around him. I don’t think he was expecting that.
Suddenly I heard a voice call “Mom” and I swear it was my son standing right next to my bed trying to get my attention. You know that voice of when you’re younger, going into your parent’s room in the morning before school and having to wake them up because you don’t feel good. Well it sure got my attention and I was up with a start but nobody was there. Right now I’m buzzing and spacey. When I got up I had an overwhelming feeling of not being alone in the room.
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I did a bit of research into rock and/or stone bridges and found this one interesting although it wasn’t ringing any bells:
The Zhaozhou Bridge is the world's oldest open-spandrel stone segmental arch bridge. Credited to a craftsman named Li Chun, the bridge was constructed in the years 595-605 during the Sui Dynasty. Located in the southern part of Hebei Province, it is the oldest standing bridge in China, although the Chinese had built bridges over waterways since the ancient Zhou Dynasty.
The Zhaozhou Bridge is also known as the Safe Crossing Bridge and the Great Stone Bridge. It crosses the Xiao River in Zhao County, approximately 40 km southeast of the provincial capital Shijiazhuang. It is named for the nearby Zhao County which was formerly known as Zhaozhou.
In the next 1400 years, the bridge survived at least eight wars, ten major floods and numerous earthquakes, the nearest of which being the 7.2 degree Xingtai Earthquake in 1966. Yet, the support structure remains intact and the bridge is still in use. Only the ornamental railings have been replaced every few hundred years.
The intriguing design of the bridge has given rise to many legends. According to one legend, the bridge was built by a master architect named Lu Ban in a single night. In another story, the bridge was put to the test by two immortals who crossed it at the same time and Lu Ban saved it by wading into the water and supporting the structure.
Although Ming Dynasty authors compared the bridge to "a new moon rising above the clouds" and "a long rainbow hanging on a mountain waterfall"[2], it later fell into obscurity. When Professor Liang Sicheng of Tsing Hua University rediscovered the bridge on a field exploration of ancient architecture in Hebei province, made detailed measurements, and published a report and drawing ("An Chi Ch'iao the Great Stone Bridge Chao Hsien, Hobei, Sui Dynasty AD 569-617, Li Chun Master Builder"), it became world famous.
Zhaozhou Bridge was dedicated as an International Historic Civil Engineering Landmark by the American Society of Civil Engineers in 1991. The Chinese authorities nominated it for incription on the World Heritage List as having "a very important place in the world bridge building history".
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zhaozhou_Bridge
The thing I liked about it the most is the fact it’s known as the “Safe Crossing Bridge”. So the bridge in the dream could represent a metaphorical bridge or it could be the real thing.
Then on January 1st, 2008 I had the following dream:
Ok this dream started out at work, it was super busy and there were a bunch of people around. It got to 12:00 and I happened to run into the boss in the hallway and asked if he needed anything done. He said he was just heading into a meeting and I could come and take minutes. Doh, I was meaning after lunch did he need anything done so I was kicking myself for now having to work through lunch, but was happy all the same I would get to go home early. I went to the boardroom and there were 5 ladies all dressed very nicely and all wearing dresses, which isn't that common these days so I thought that was out of the ordinary. I had something else on the go and since the boss wasn't in the meeting yet I thought I would go check on that.
Next I'm in the office of one of the admin staff asking her what she got for Christmas, hoping it was an engagement ring. Sure enough she held up her hand only it had all kinds of rings. She was wearing black leather gloves, the kind with tiny little holes in them, and all the rings were on top of the gloves. She had so many rings I didn't have a clue which one was new. Most of them were plain bands of silver and super shiny. They almost looked like they were encrusted with diamond dust or something. She was also wearing a set of wedding rings with huge diamonds so I asked which one was new and she held out her left hand to show me. The ring wasn't on her ring finger but her middle finger and the closer I Iooked I saw it was just a diamond shape painted on the glove, not a real ring at all.
I left her office and walked by another occupied by BWB’s sister. She called me in and said she had some things she wanted to give me and handed me a box. I didn't open it right away and instead headed to my work area. On the way I ran into some other girls I don't know and they asked what was in the box. I said I didn't know, somebody just gave it to me, so we gathered around a drafting table to open it. The first thing was a balaclava only it was really small and pale blue with either a white or yellow stripe. I thought “This is dumb, babies don't wear balaclavas”, then I started thinking about how close balaclava and baklava are so I'm thinking the colours on the hat had something to do with Greece. Under the balaclava were a whole bunch of gloves, all work gloves, and some of them were huge, I don't know who they were supposed to fit. None of them had a pair, they were all just different single gloves but one I remember distinctly was white with fake jewels on it. At that point I said to the girls, "Well this is just shit. Leave it to the sister-in-law to give me a box of junk and call it a gift". Under the gloves were 2 portfolios, one was made of brown leather and when I opened it, instead of paper was a pad of sapphire blue velvet. I decided they would be useful and kept them.
Next I'm with BWB going to visit a friend I didn’t know at a place I've never been to. We were also delivering a box of papers to the place next door which was apparently the offices for a company I used to work for whose main business is cleaning up hazardous waste. I recognized the area as being a local industrial park called Philips Industrial Park but instead of businesses it was all townhouses. That had me a bit confused.
I’m not sure what happened after that but BWB left and the next thing I know I’m back at the same place by myself waiting for the friend. I knew the guy wasn't home so I took a walk around the neighbourhood. I was approaching a basement apartment with a huge window and saw leather chaps and a leather jacket hanging on a hook on the wall and decided bikers lived there and got a little nervous. As I walked by I looked in the window and saw a man and a woman watching TV, nothing out of the ordinary, and figured they were just regular people who liked leather stuff. After that I was sitting in my car waiting for the friend when a cop comes and knocks on my window. He asked if I spilled the paint and I said, “No, what paint?” He wasn't dressed in any uniform I recognized, it was a plain black shirt and plain black pants and just said POLICE on it in big white letters. I got out of the car and looked at the grass and here was some tan paint spilled all over the place. He thought some workers did it and then asked what I was doing there. I said I was waiting for my friend and pointed to the townhouses across the street. Just then the friend, who had been peeking out the door, quickly shut it.
At some point there was a Japanese man cooking whole, live lobsters. Don't know at what point or where but it felt like a work party. I was talking to him saying I didn't know they had lobsters in Japan and then told him about my trip to Maine quite a few years ago and all the lobster I ate and how my dad was trying to get my mother's goat by telling her we would have to leave our luggage behind because he was going to fill the trunk with live lobsters. The lobsters in the dream were super red and had huge eyes. The ones that were still alive were looking at me trying to communicate something but I don't know what (probably “don’t let him put us in this pot”). I decided there was no way I could ever eat these lobsters.
I woke rather abruptly and asked BWB if we were supposed to be at work or was yesterday a lieu day for today? That got him up in a hurry and we decided no, it was a holiday and we didn't have to go to work.
After sleeping away the last 2 days I figured I was raring to go. I sat up, had a smoke, and there was no way I could keep my eyes open and something said there was more dreaming to do so I fell asleep again immediately. This one started out in the Philips Industrial Park again, seems I went back just to make sure that's where I was. Something told me you needed to know for sure so I had to go check it out (I think it's the Philip thing). I looked around and thought yep, this is definitely the park but when they put up all these townhouses is beyond me. I noticed a man sitting on a balcony pretending to read a newspaper but in fact he was keeping an eye on me.
After that I was back at work again and finally made it to my desk and I see a young boy sitting at somebody else’s desk, maybe about 10 years old. I didn't talk to the kid at all and had no idea what he was doing there. A bunch of other stuff went on that I don't remember then it was the end of the day. As I was getting ready to go the accountant came to my area and saw the kid and said "Will Walker? I didn't know you were working here". Turns out he was the son of somebody who does work there although we have no Walkers on the payroll. All of a sudden the co-worker whose desk Will Walker had occupied is there and I was just freaked. I said “That kid's name is Will Walker?” He said, “Yeah, what's the big deal?” I told him about another dream within this dream of being in the boardroom teaching a blind, deaf and dumb boy to hear, speak and see. Then I told him when I first got to my desk and saw the boy, the song Christmas by the Who popped into my head and I haven't been able to get it out all day. I explained that the boy in the rock opera Tommy who was deaf dumb and blind was also named Walker so that freaked me right out. I pulled up the sleeve of my shirt (dark green) and showed him the goose bumps I was getting from it.
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Did you ever see the faces of the children
Did you ever see the faces of the children
They get so excited
Waking up on Christmas morning
Waking up on Christmas morning
Hours before the winter suns ignited
They believe in dreams and all they mean
They believe in dreams and all they mean
Including heavens generosity
Peeping round the door
Peeping round the door
To see what parcels are for free and curiosity
And Tommy doesn't know what day it is
He doesn't know who Jesus was or what praying is
How can he be saved?
From the eternal grave
Surrounded by his friends
And Tommy doesn't know what day it is
He doesn't know who Jesus was or what praying is
How can he be saved?
From the eternal grave
Surrounded by his friends
He sits so silently and unaware of everything
Playing poxy pin ball picks his nose
Playing poxy pin ball picks his nose
And smiles and pokes his tongue at everything
I believe in love but how can men
I believe in love but how can men
Who've never seen light be enlightened
Only if he's cured
Only if he's cured
Will his spirits future level ever heighten
And Tommy doesn't know what day it is
He doesn't know who Jesus was or what praying is
How can he be saved?
From the eternal grave
So I figure I better write all this down so I can tell you about it and again I'm looking for a piece of paper that doesn't already have writing all over it and wonder why I can't find my notepad that I always have at my desk. I finally found it although it had a different logo on it, not the company I work for, and began writing things down. I was trying to remember what went on in the missing parts of the first dream but somebody said it wasn't important, just filler material.
While I'm writing I'm thinking, “Why don't I just type this out since I have a computer right in front of me”, but somebody said writing it out by hand is far better and I'll remember it that way. Plus if I typed it out and emailed it to you or home it would get intercepted, by who I don't know.
I then drew a very complicated drawing that had something to do with the dream (which I don’t remember) and was going to send that home as well but remembered I didn't have the software to open it. I thought maybe I'll just send it to you but then thought you didn't have the software either.
I woke up again feeling super rested and raring to go hearing Sally Simpson by the Who, also from the album Tommy:
Outside the house Mr. Simpson announced
And Tommy doesn't know what day it is
He doesn't know who Jesus was or what praying is
How can he be saved?
From the eternal grave
So I figure I better write all this down so I can tell you about it and again I'm looking for a piece of paper that doesn't already have writing all over it and wonder why I can't find my notepad that I always have at my desk. I finally found it although it had a different logo on it, not the company I work for, and began writing things down. I was trying to remember what went on in the missing parts of the first dream but somebody said it wasn't important, just filler material.
While I'm writing I'm thinking, “Why don't I just type this out since I have a computer right in front of me”, but somebody said writing it out by hand is far better and I'll remember it that way. Plus if I typed it out and emailed it to you or home it would get intercepted, by who I don't know.
I then drew a very complicated drawing that had something to do with the dream (which I don’t remember) and was going to send that home as well but remembered I didn't have the software to open it. I thought maybe I'll just send it to you but then thought you didn't have the software either.
I woke up again feeling super rested and raring to go hearing Sally Simpson by the Who, also from the album Tommy:
Outside the house Mr. Simpson announced
That Sally couldn't go to the meeting
He went on cleaning his blue Rolls Royce
He went on cleaning his blue Rolls Royce
And she ran inside weeping
She got to her room and tears splashed
She got to her room and tears splashed
The picture of the new Messiah
She picked up a book of her fathers life
She picked up a book of her fathers life
And threw it on the fire
She knew from the start
Deep down in her heart
That she and Tommy were worlds apart
But her Mother said never mind
She knew from the start
Deep down in her heart
That she and Tommy were worlds apart
But her Mother said never mind
Your part is to be what you'll be
The theme of the sermon was come onto me
The theme of the sermon was come onto me
And love will find a way
So Sally decided to ignore her dad
So Sally decided to ignore her dad
And sneak out anyway
She spent all afternoon getting ready
She spent all afternoon getting ready
And decided she'd try to touch him
Maybe he'd see that she was free
Maybe he'd see that she was free
And talk to her this Sunday.
Chorus
She arrived at six and the place was swinging
Chorus
She arrived at six and the place was swinging
To gospel music by nine
Group after group appeared on the stage
Group after group appeared on the stage
And Sally just sat there crying
She bit her nails looking pretty as a picture
She bit her nails looking pretty as a picture
Right in the very front row
And then a DJ wearing a blazer with a badge
And then a DJ wearing a blazer with a badge
Ran on and said 'here we go!'
The crowd went crazy
As Tommy hit the stage
Little Sally got lost as the police bossed
The crowd went crazy
As Tommy hit the stage
Little Sally got lost as the police bossed
The crowd back in a rage!
But soon the atmosphere was cooler
But soon the atmosphere was cooler
As Tommy gave a lesson
Sally just had to let him know she loved him
Sally just had to let him know she loved him
And leapt up on the rostrum
She ran cross stage to the spotlit figure
She ran cross stage to the spotlit figure
And brushed him on the face
Tommy whirled around as a uniformed man
Tommy whirled around as a uniformed man
Threw her off the stage
Chorus
Her cheek hit a chair and blood trickled down
Chorus
Her cheek hit a chair and blood trickled down
Mingling with her tears
Tommy carried on preaching
Tommy carried on preaching
And his voice filled Sally's ear
She caught his eye she had to try
She caught his eye she had to try
But couldn't see through the lights
Her face was gashed and the ambulance men
Her face was gashed and the ambulance men
Had to carry her out that night
The crowd went crazy
As Tommy left the stage
Little Sally was lost for the price of a touch
And a gash across her face
Sixteen stitches put her right
The crowd went crazy
As Tommy left the stage
Little Sally was lost for the price of a touch
And a gash across her face
Sixteen stitches put her right
And her Dad said don't say I didn't warn ya
Sally got married to a rock musician
Sally got married to a rock musician
She met in California
Tommy always talks about the day
Tommy always talks about the day
The disciples all went wild
Sally still carries a scar on her cheek
Sally still carries a scar on her cheek
To remind her of his smile
Chorus
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Lots going on there and until today most of it didn’t make sense. First impressions after waking were, the Walker boy was one in the same Tommy from the rock opera, and maybe that was a spiritual/healing message or perhaps had to do with the fact I was known as the Acid Queen in high school. The lobster was a complete mystery and mostly just inspired fond memories of the trip to New England. Not until I was typing this dream to Purpleaura did I make the other Walker connection nor did I remember until then that Kennebunkport was in Maine.
The Bush compound, firstly Walker's Point, is the summer home of 41st President of the United States George H. W. Bush. Located adjacent to the Atlantic Ocean in southern Maine, near the town of Kennebunkport, the property has been a family retreat for more than a century.
The Kennebunkport estate was where President George H. W. Bush spent much of his childhood, and he inherited the property on the death of his parents. As an adult, Bush, his wife Barbara, and their children George, Jeb, Marvin, Neil, Dorothy, and Robin spent most summers at the estate, as well as family weddings, holidays, and receptions. While at the "summer White House," Bush hosted world leaders including Margaret Thatcher and Mikhail Gorbachev for informal and private meetings.
The estate is situated on the strip of land called Walker's Point which juts out into the Atlantic Ocean.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bush_compound
Here’s why it all makes sense today. I’ve mentioned in another blog about hearing the theme to Cheers quite frequently upon waking and that’s a mystery still unsolved. This morning I saw an ad for Kelsey’s Restaurant and they’re using the theme from Cheers. That got me wondering again why I hear the theme among other things, Boston being one of them. I then got up to see this email from Purpleaura:
I don’t know what’s with this, I’m having a major deja vu here. I dreamt about a plane and a woman pilot and a name of a place she’s flying to, something-bridge, and it seemed to be a small village in England. In the dream I’m thinking, “I’ve sent this to Miss Scarlet before, why does it feel like I’m dreaming part two which is carrying on from the first email?”
There was no other email. The plane was emphasized for Purpleaura and had an ominous feel to it. After she got up she was chatting with the hubby and asked if there were any business trips on the horizon where he replied he just heard about a trip to Boston. If that wasn’t freaky enough, she then asked when and he said February 13th.
I responded with this:
I read a headline on GLP about these cables snapping that said the earth is expanding, cables are going to snap and bridges are going to fall down (which got me thinking about Minnesota again). I did a Google news search on Boston and the first thing that came up was “Boston beats Minnesota” (I think in basketball) so I have to wonder if a plane is going to crash into a bridge?
The first “bridge” place I thought of was San Francisco, then I went to find your stone bridge dream and came across the article about the ship hitting a bridge in San Francisco causing an oil spill. I can't get that spill dream out of my head especially since it also involved the east coast and the chef cooking lobster at work. Yesterday a co-worker, (who’s Chinese and who’s father is a chef), related a story of her father asking her to stop at the Chinese supermarket and pick him up a lobster on her way home, I’m guessing for the Chinese New Year festivities. I then related my father-lobster story. Later in the day she was going over an on-line menu of a restaurant she’ll be dining at this weekend and asked if I knew how to poach a lobster as that was one of the entrees (I wasn’t exactly sure but I’ll bet her dad would know).
I still have freaky vibes from that show I saw a long time ago about the ships that carry gas into Boston Harbour. So now I'm searching for "Boston" in our emails to find that story and while I'm waiting I'm thinking "Boston has a Federal Reserve, in the Minnesota blog I thought we should look out for future disasters in cities with Federal Reserves". Just then an old email came up called Federal Reserves, San Francisco. And not only does Boston have a Federal Reserve, its District 1.
This is what the show was referring to that quite frankly scared the crap out of me
At 930 feet long, the Indigo Tapias is one of the largest ships to do business in the harbor. Stood on end, it would dwarf the city’s tallest building, the 750-foot John Hancock tower. And its cargo is certainly the most menacing.
Every few days, tankers like this one carry 33 million gallons of liquefied natural gas to a plant in Everett. They pass within a few hundred yards of downtown Boston and Logan Airport, where terrorists hijacked two planes and torpedoed them into the World Trade Center.
With Sept. 11, 2001, in mind, the Coast Guard coordinates an armada of protection for each trip — a helicopter, police divers, marine patrol, environmental police, firefighting tugs, city police boats, Coast Guard vessels. The Tobin Bridge, a major commuter pass, is closed as the tankers move below its 135-foot-high span
Boston is currently one of just four ports in the continental United States to receive liquefied natural gas by ship, and the only one in a commercial and residential hub.
If I recall correctly, one of these ships blowing up would rival a nuclear blast and destroy most of the city.
Chorus
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Lots going on there and until today most of it didn’t make sense. First impressions after waking were, the Walker boy was one in the same Tommy from the rock opera, and maybe that was a spiritual/healing message or perhaps had to do with the fact I was known as the Acid Queen in high school. The lobster was a complete mystery and mostly just inspired fond memories of the trip to New England. Not until I was typing this dream to Purpleaura did I make the other Walker connection nor did I remember until then that Kennebunkport was in Maine.
The Bush compound, firstly Walker's Point, is the summer home of 41st President of the United States George H. W. Bush. Located adjacent to the Atlantic Ocean in southern Maine, near the town of Kennebunkport, the property has been a family retreat for more than a century.
The Kennebunkport estate was where President George H. W. Bush spent much of his childhood, and he inherited the property on the death of his parents. As an adult, Bush, his wife Barbara, and their children George, Jeb, Marvin, Neil, Dorothy, and Robin spent most summers at the estate, as well as family weddings, holidays, and receptions. While at the "summer White House," Bush hosted world leaders including Margaret Thatcher and Mikhail Gorbachev for informal and private meetings.
The estate is situated on the strip of land called Walker's Point which juts out into the Atlantic Ocean.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bush_compound
Here’s why it all makes sense today. I’ve mentioned in another blog about hearing the theme to Cheers quite frequently upon waking and that’s a mystery still unsolved. This morning I saw an ad for Kelsey’s Restaurant and they’re using the theme from Cheers. That got me wondering again why I hear the theme among other things, Boston being one of them. I then got up to see this email from Purpleaura:
I don’t know what’s with this, I’m having a major deja vu here. I dreamt about a plane and a woman pilot and a name of a place she’s flying to, something-bridge, and it seemed to be a small village in England. In the dream I’m thinking, “I’ve sent this to Miss Scarlet before, why does it feel like I’m dreaming part two which is carrying on from the first email?”
There was no other email. The plane was emphasized for Purpleaura and had an ominous feel to it. After she got up she was chatting with the hubby and asked if there were any business trips on the horizon where he replied he just heard about a trip to Boston. If that wasn’t freaky enough, she then asked when and he said February 13th.
I responded with this:
I read a headline on GLP about these cables snapping that said the earth is expanding, cables are going to snap and bridges are going to fall down (which got me thinking about Minnesota again). I did a Google news search on Boston and the first thing that came up was “Boston beats Minnesota” (I think in basketball) so I have to wonder if a plane is going to crash into a bridge?
The first “bridge” place I thought of was San Francisco, then I went to find your stone bridge dream and came across the article about the ship hitting a bridge in San Francisco causing an oil spill. I can't get that spill dream out of my head especially since it also involved the east coast and the chef cooking lobster at work. Yesterday a co-worker, (who’s Chinese and who’s father is a chef), related a story of her father asking her to stop at the Chinese supermarket and pick him up a lobster on her way home, I’m guessing for the Chinese New Year festivities. I then related my father-lobster story. Later in the day she was going over an on-line menu of a restaurant she’ll be dining at this weekend and asked if I knew how to poach a lobster as that was one of the entrees (I wasn’t exactly sure but I’ll bet her dad would know).
I still have freaky vibes from that show I saw a long time ago about the ships that carry gas into Boston Harbour. So now I'm searching for "Boston" in our emails to find that story and while I'm waiting I'm thinking "Boston has a Federal Reserve, in the Minnesota blog I thought we should look out for future disasters in cities with Federal Reserves". Just then an old email came up called Federal Reserves, San Francisco. And not only does Boston have a Federal Reserve, its District 1.
This is what the show was referring to that quite frankly scared the crap out of me
At 930 feet long, the Indigo Tapias is one of the largest ships to do business in the harbor. Stood on end, it would dwarf the city’s tallest building, the 750-foot John Hancock tower. And its cargo is certainly the most menacing.
Every few days, tankers like this one carry 33 million gallons of liquefied natural gas to a plant in Everett. They pass within a few hundred yards of downtown Boston and Logan Airport, where terrorists hijacked two planes and torpedoed them into the World Trade Center.
With Sept. 11, 2001, in mind, the Coast Guard coordinates an armada of protection for each trip — a helicopter, police divers, marine patrol, environmental police, firefighting tugs, city police boats, Coast Guard vessels. The Tobin Bridge, a major commuter pass, is closed as the tankers move below its 135-foot-high span
Boston is currently one of just four ports in the continental United States to receive liquefied natural gas by ship, and the only one in a commercial and residential hub.
If I recall correctly, one of these ships blowing up would rival a nuclear blast and destroy most of the city.
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After the Walker Lobster dream I woke hearing Sally Simpson, who was permanently scarred from hitting her face on a chair. I fell off my chair at work a while ago and it caused a huge laugh then and does still. Part of the reason I found it so funny is, I heard from a safety auditor that anything less than a 5-legged chair was illegal in the workplace in some provinces as it is virtually impossible to fall off a 5-legged chair. Apparently not for me. Yesterday I fell off the same chair again.
I was still confused about the biker part and why they turned up out of nowhere and meant seemingly nothing of any consequence. The whole time while writing this blog I had my father and Harvard on my mind. Partly because of the lobster holiday memories but also because the U.S. east coast was one of his favourite travel destinations. He had a good friend and the good friend had a son who used to work with my dad. The son ended up going to Harvard and marrying the daughter of a Harvard law professor. My parents attended the wedding, dad hit it off with the professor and made a few more visits to Harvard over the years. Being a cop he had many lawyer friends and loved nothing more than to discuss the intricacies of law with those in the know.
So that was going through my head along with the new knowledge of the first public school in the US being formed in Boston, Yale, Skull and Bones (since it came up on the Simpson’s last night), and lo the many plans that have probably been hatched in that part of the country with the power it has yielded since the beginning of time. Kennebunkport, Hyannis Port, the Bushes, the Kennedy’s etc.
Then I get another email from Purpleaura and she thought the woman pilot had said they were going to Cambridge. She was confused wondering why they were going to England when it didn’t really feel like they were going to England. She was unaware of the Cambridge in Massachusetts and unaware it was home to Harvard. Funny thing is, so was I for a long time, I always thought it was in Boston. I found out the hard way through a lecture at a party in front of a bunch of people. The subject of the lecture was my worthlessness as a human being for making that small but common mistake. The lecturer in question was part-time Harvard student, part-time biker wanna-be...judging by his finely manicured designer leathers and his obsession that all in the room were accutely aware he drank only Harley-brand beer.
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In the reference to the gas tankers the Tobin Bridge was mentioned. Purpleaura went to Ouija Google Earth to map out where the Federal Reserve was and it’s proximity to the Tobin Bridge, as well as where Cambridge fit into everything. It was then her computer went mental, weird pictures were showing up on Google Earth, weird error messages were coming up and then it just froze so she had to reboot.
In the meantime I’m looking through old emails and all of a sudden I can’t open any. I get an error message saying the files no longer exist or I am not authorized to open them, I too had to reboot. I can hardly wait for the fun its going to be trying to get this posted. (In retrospect it was all the fun I thought it would be and the problems numerous).
I looked up the Tobin Bridge and was shocked to see the following. When I get the next blog posted you’ll see why, but it had to do with a dream about Chelsea Clinton.
The Maurice J. Tobin Memorial Bridge (formerly and still sometimes referred to as the Mystic River Bridge) is a cantilever truss bridge that spans more than two miles from Charlestown to Chelsea over the Mystic River in Massachusetts. The bridge is the largest in New England. It is operated by the Massachusetts Port Authority and carries U.S. Route 1. It was erected in 1948 and 1949 and opened to traffic on February 27, 1950, replacing the former Chelsea Street Bridge. The 36 ft (11 m) wide roadway has three lanes of traffic on each of the two levels with northbound traffic on the lower level and southbound traffic on the upper level.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tobin_Bridge
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Then Purpleaura asks hubby who he’s meeting with in Boston and of course the company is in Cambridge.
The bottom line is, there’s some really creepy vibes surrounding a bridge and a plane in Boston likely due to a scheme baked up by the Lobster People of Kennebunkport.
I’m not liking all the school and young people references (Teenage Wasteland, Christmas lyrics, Will Walker). That part has me a little nervous. And I’m not 100% sure the bridge is an actual bridge and the plane is an actual plane. As stated above, the “planes” involved in the WTC plot allegedly departed from Logan International, so this may be a symbol referring to another disaster of the same magnitude. The bridge collapse in Minnesota brought up all kinds of other things that didn’t necessarily have to do with the bridge itself, but felt like more of a prelude to future events, a time stamp of sorts. As do so many portions of these dreams and other related goings-on.
Further bits of interest:
The Chinese girl at work is an engineer. It was her first glimpse of the Golden Gate that inspired her to pursue that career.
I’m not sure what Greece may have to do with anything but the American College of Greece considers Boston home.
Lots of firsts and ones in Boston. First school, Route #1, Federal Reserve District 1. That inspired a look into other Boston firsts, quite a comprehensive list indeed:
Boston Common, America's 1st Public Park
Boston Latin, America's 1st Public Secondary School
Post Office, America's 1st (at Richard Fairbanks' House)
UFO or USO, America's First UFO Sighting
Boston Public Library, America's 1st Public Library
Paper Money, 1st (Issued When Government was Insolvent)
Boston News-Letter, America's 1st Periodic Newspaper
Boston Light, America's 1st Light Station / Light House
Inoculation, America's 1st (Smallpox)
Human Flight, America's 1st by John Childs in Bird Suit
British Concession, 1st (Withdraw Troops to Castle William)
Unitarian Church, America's 1st (King's Chapel)
Circumnavigate Globe, America's 1st (Columbia)
African Meeting House, 1st Church Built by Free Blacks
Mutual Savings Bank, America's 1st (Provident)
The Liberator, 1st Radical Abolitionist Newspaper
Abiel Smith School, America's 1st Public School for Blacks
Sewing Machine, Invented by Elias Howe
Anesthetic, 1st Demonstration Ether (Mass General Hospital)
Electric Fire Alarm System (Telegraphy), 1st City to Utilize
Aerial Photo, America's 1st from balloon by J. W. Black
Black U.S. Federal Employee, 1st, William Nell (Post Office)
Organized Football Club, America's 1st
Mass 54th, 1st Civil War Free Black Regiment
Christmas Card, 1st American Printing by Louis Prang
Telephone, Invented by Alexander Graham Bell
Tremont Street Subway, America's 1st Subway
Boston Marathon, America's 1st Annual Marathon
Disposable Blade, Invented by K. Gillette & W. Nickerson
Baseball World Series,1st, Americans (Red Sox) vs. Pirates
Off-Price Store, 1st, Filene's Basement
Mutual Fund, 1st (L. Sherman Adams, Mass Investors Trust)
Kidney Transplant, 1st Peter Bent Brigham Hospital)
http://www.celebrateboston.com/firsts/bostonfirsts.htm
There does exist a Will Walker, brother to GHW and uncle to GW. William Henry Trotter Bush was more affectionately known as Bucky. Ah who doesn’t love Uncle Buck.
After the Walker Lobster dream I woke hearing Sally Simpson, who was permanently scarred from hitting her face on a chair. I fell off my chair at work a while ago and it caused a huge laugh then and does still. Part of the reason I found it so funny is, I heard from a safety auditor that anything less than a 5-legged chair was illegal in the workplace in some provinces as it is virtually impossible to fall off a 5-legged chair. Apparently not for me. Yesterday I fell off the same chair again.
I was still confused about the biker part and why they turned up out of nowhere and meant seemingly nothing of any consequence. The whole time while writing this blog I had my father and Harvard on my mind. Partly because of the lobster holiday memories but also because the U.S. east coast was one of his favourite travel destinations. He had a good friend and the good friend had a son who used to work with my dad. The son ended up going to Harvard and marrying the daughter of a Harvard law professor. My parents attended the wedding, dad hit it off with the professor and made a few more visits to Harvard over the years. Being a cop he had many lawyer friends and loved nothing more than to discuss the intricacies of law with those in the know.
So that was going through my head along with the new knowledge of the first public school in the US being formed in Boston, Yale, Skull and Bones (since it came up on the Simpson’s last night), and lo the many plans that have probably been hatched in that part of the country with the power it has yielded since the beginning of time. Kennebunkport, Hyannis Port, the Bushes, the Kennedy’s etc.
Then I get another email from Purpleaura and she thought the woman pilot had said they were going to Cambridge. She was confused wondering why they were going to England when it didn’t really feel like they were going to England. She was unaware of the Cambridge in Massachusetts and unaware it was home to Harvard. Funny thing is, so was I for a long time, I always thought it was in Boston. I found out the hard way through a lecture at a party in front of a bunch of people. The subject of the lecture was my worthlessness as a human being for making that small but common mistake. The lecturer in question was part-time Harvard student, part-time biker wanna-be...judging by his finely manicured designer leathers and his obsession that all in the room were accutely aware he drank only Harley-brand beer.
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In the reference to the gas tankers the Tobin Bridge was mentioned. Purpleaura went to Ouija Google Earth to map out where the Federal Reserve was and it’s proximity to the Tobin Bridge, as well as where Cambridge fit into everything. It was then her computer went mental, weird pictures were showing up on Google Earth, weird error messages were coming up and then it just froze so she had to reboot.
In the meantime I’m looking through old emails and all of a sudden I can’t open any. I get an error message saying the files no longer exist or I am not authorized to open them, I too had to reboot. I can hardly wait for the fun its going to be trying to get this posted. (In retrospect it was all the fun I thought it would be and the problems numerous).
I looked up the Tobin Bridge and was shocked to see the following. When I get the next blog posted you’ll see why, but it had to do with a dream about Chelsea Clinton.
The Maurice J. Tobin Memorial Bridge (formerly and still sometimes referred to as the Mystic River Bridge) is a cantilever truss bridge that spans more than two miles from Charlestown to Chelsea over the Mystic River in Massachusetts. The bridge is the largest in New England. It is operated by the Massachusetts Port Authority and carries U.S. Route 1. It was erected in 1948 and 1949 and opened to traffic on February 27, 1950, replacing the former Chelsea Street Bridge. The 36 ft (11 m) wide roadway has three lanes of traffic on each of the two levels with northbound traffic on the lower level and southbound traffic on the upper level.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tobin_Bridge
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Then Purpleaura asks hubby who he’s meeting with in Boston and of course the company is in Cambridge.
The bottom line is, there’s some really creepy vibes surrounding a bridge and a plane in Boston likely due to a scheme baked up by the Lobster People of Kennebunkport.
I’m not liking all the school and young people references (Teenage Wasteland, Christmas lyrics, Will Walker). That part has me a little nervous. And I’m not 100% sure the bridge is an actual bridge and the plane is an actual plane. As stated above, the “planes” involved in the WTC plot allegedly departed from Logan International, so this may be a symbol referring to another disaster of the same magnitude. The bridge collapse in Minnesota brought up all kinds of other things that didn’t necessarily have to do with the bridge itself, but felt like more of a prelude to future events, a time stamp of sorts. As do so many portions of these dreams and other related goings-on.
Further bits of interest:
The Chinese girl at work is an engineer. It was her first glimpse of the Golden Gate that inspired her to pursue that career.
I’m not sure what Greece may have to do with anything but the American College of Greece considers Boston home.
Lots of firsts and ones in Boston. First school, Route #1, Federal Reserve District 1. That inspired a look into other Boston firsts, quite a comprehensive list indeed:
Boston Common, America's 1st Public Park
Boston Latin, America's 1st Public Secondary School
Post Office, America's 1st (at Richard Fairbanks' House)
UFO or USO, America's First UFO Sighting
Boston Public Library, America's 1st Public Library
Paper Money, 1st (Issued When Government was Insolvent)
Boston News-Letter, America's 1st Periodic Newspaper
Boston Light, America's 1st Light Station / Light House
Inoculation, America's 1st (Smallpox)
Human Flight, America's 1st by John Childs in Bird Suit
British Concession, 1st (Withdraw Troops to Castle William)
Unitarian Church, America's 1st (King's Chapel)
Circumnavigate Globe, America's 1st (Columbia)
African Meeting House, 1st Church Built by Free Blacks
Mutual Savings Bank, America's 1st (Provident)
The Liberator, 1st Radical Abolitionist Newspaper
Abiel Smith School, America's 1st Public School for Blacks
Sewing Machine, Invented by Elias Howe
Anesthetic, 1st Demonstration Ether (Mass General Hospital)
Electric Fire Alarm System (Telegraphy), 1st City to Utilize
Aerial Photo, America's 1st from balloon by J. W. Black
Black U.S. Federal Employee, 1st, William Nell (Post Office)
Organized Football Club, America's 1st
Mass 54th, 1st Civil War Free Black Regiment
Christmas Card, 1st American Printing by Louis Prang
Telephone, Invented by Alexander Graham Bell
Tremont Street Subway, America's 1st Subway
Boston Marathon, America's 1st Annual Marathon
Disposable Blade, Invented by K. Gillette & W. Nickerson
Baseball World Series,1st, Americans (Red Sox) vs. Pirates
Off-Price Store, 1st, Filene's Basement
Mutual Fund, 1st (L. Sherman Adams, Mass Investors Trust)
Kidney Transplant, 1st Peter Bent Brigham Hospital)
http://www.celebrateboston.com/firsts/bostonfirsts.htm
There does exist a Will Walker, brother to GHW and uncle to GW. William Henry Trotter Bush was more affectionately known as Bucky. Ah who doesn’t love Uncle Buck.
He (Will Walker, not John Candy) earned a BA from Yale University in 1960; at Yale, he was a member of Wolf's Head Society.
Bush has worked in banking and venture capital, and sits on a number of corporate boards. In 1986 he founded Bush O'Donnell & Co., and remains the CEO of that firm. He has worked on the election campaigns of George, George H.W., and Jeb Bush, primarily as a fundraiser.
In 2005, reports emerged that Bush had garnered significant profits from the sale of Engineered Support Systems, a defense contractor working for the Pentagon in Iraq and Afghanistan. Further reports in 2006 corroborated these stock sales in the range of $1.9 million.
He resides in Saint Louis, Missouri, also the home of his late grandfather George Herbert Walker.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/William_H.T._Bush
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I can’t help but feel (hope?) the posse was chasing members of the current regime who are guilty of robbing something all right. Like most of the world's dignity if not their very lives just for starters. The bandit on the bridge was not at all expecting to fall off the edge, much like the current ringleader (as his obvious arrogance reveals). These two lines from Baba O’Riley may add a little more hope to that potential outcome:
The exodus is here
The happy ones are near
