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Saturday, 10 May 2014

BARREL JELLYFISH SEEN IN BRITAIN.

Barrel Jellyfish, Atlantic species can be 3ft wide found washed up at Portland,Dorset,due to sea temperatures rising is 1 theory.

ALIEN LIFE?

FOR MORE INFO FOLLOW LINKA E-Coli bug had 2 extra artificial -letters -of d.n .a which  engineered a new life form .Concern is it could escape  the laboratory where made  and it can grow  and reproduce as normal.

REALITY?

Reality is a strange thing.Why you ask.Well when you watch television ,films you suspend your belief -aliens being beaten up by weird costumed superheros,or a soap chartacter  reacting  a scene seen many a time before.It has been said that one mans reality  is anothers insanity so is this post reality.

ILLNESS-HELP&

Realised the another day that its harder to fight illness as you get older.Yes i know i am only 52-tuesday 13th may-but with asthma,diabetic,neck problem-dizzness,movements i feel old.When youny illness was just a hassle and a bowl of soup from mum but now takes ages to recover or is it just me.

YOUNG BLOOD TO HELP OLD BLOOD

GDFII  is a Blood Hormone which boosts mental alertness.Scientist claim this hormone will rejuvenate brain ,mental funtions ,traet heart failure,alzheimers in elderly.So far only tested in mice in laboraty tests by using 2 mice of differrent ages -sewn together-allowing the young blood to flow into older blood.A mouse 70 years old -in human years-became stronger,sharper sense of smell.

Sunday, 4 May 2014

TNA Impact Wreslting 5/1/14 FULL Review Eric Young Defends His Belt AGAIN!

JAZZ ROB -XTUL FAN INTERVIEWED BY MARK ANTONY RAINES -GHOSTMAN

Q WHAT DO YOU LIKE ABOUT THE BAND AND THIER MUSIC? A-I DISCOVERED THEM BY ACCIDENT WHILST RESEARCHING YOUTUBE AND WAS MOVED BY THE MUSICAL TONE IT SEEMED TO SING TO MY INNER SOUL. Q-DO YOU KNOW WHO THIER ARE? A- NO AS DISGIUSE THEMSELFS TO KEEP ID A SECRET AND THIS MAKES YOU WISH TO LEARN MORE ABOUT THEM. Q- ARE YOU A FACEBOK FAN? YES AND WOULD ASK OTHERS TO JOIN AND BE PART OF THE NEW MODERN DAY EXPERIENCE .About A dying Man and a Confused Girl/ with Psychotic Gods taking on the world/ on Bealtaine night the quest begins/ good Lords forgive us for our sins Description Xtul is a little village on the Yucatan coast of Mexico. In 1966 thirty members of the Process Church of the Final Judgement settled there for a while, and during a hurricane wrote their most profound piece of neotheologising. Four years later, on the other side of the world I fell in love with a book by an eccentric English aristocrat, who based the 13 year old heroine on his eldest daughter, who... See more Impressum The Apocalypse may well be Televised- https://www.facebook.com/pages/Xtul/716792451698983?fref=ts-https://www.facebook.com/groups/1381186235475813/?fref=ts

NOT U.S.A -YES BRITISH

Is it just me but on the Radio,Television and even Spellcheck seem to be more americanized than british.I have no problem with the good old u.s.a  but i dont want to lose my english i.d,quicky humour and even queueing and being polite to rude people.So i am proud to be an englishman.

Saturday, 3 May 2014

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XTUL: A cry in the darkness

THE STORY OF XTUL

  1. THE STORY OF XTUL

    It says a lot, I think, about the calibre of the young people who spend some of their leisure hours working with the animals at the CFZ, that when confronted by something unquestionably strange they don’t bat an eyelid. The other afternoon I was unwell (something which happens with depressing frequency these days) and I had retired to bed. One of our volunteers, a twelve year old girl, was sitting in my study trying to count the relative numbers of Endler’s livebearers and knife livebearers in the tank on my desk, when a cacophony of canine contumely heralded the arrival of a visitor to my door.

    She remarked to me afterwards that it was strange that she didn’t hear the gate open, and that Mark Raines, who was working in the garden didn’t notice these visitors arrive. They were two tall thin bearded men wearing long, black, hooded robes. They didn’t introduce themselves, just demanded to see me. When told that I was asleep, ill in bed, they gave her an envelope containing a key drive, and without speaking, walked along the path to the gate, and left.

    When I woke up later, my volunteer had gone back to her family for tea, and I only heard the story second hand. I opened the envelope, put the key drive into the computer (which, with the benefit of hindsight was a remarkably stupid thing to do, because it could have contained any number of unimaginably horrid computer viruses) and was totally aghast at what I found.

    It was a letter and a number of sound and video files. The letter was from someone called Mister Loxodonta, who identified himself as a member of a collective called Xtul. It started off conventionally enough, but then it turned out that Mister Loxodonta was (or at least claimed to be) a terminally ill half naked man with the head of an elephant who sometimes wrote in conventional prose, but had the offputting habit of launching into regular metred rhyming couplets, of the sort that my late mother called “tum te tum te tumty tum” and the even later Rudyard Kipling was wont to indulge in.

    My name is Mr Loxodonta
    And when your mind begins to wander
    Into places that you know
    You really shouldn’t let it go
    In the gaps between your dreams
    Where you hear the idiots scream
    That’s basically where I can be found
    Playing games with light and sound

    My name is Mr Loxodonta
    I’ll find you when you don’t want to
    Explore realms of world as myth
    And pantheistic multiperson
    Solipsism 101,
    The games of chance have just begun
    I’m dying but it doesn’t matter
    My alter-ego just gets fatter

    Apparently there are five or six of them, but only three are named:

    • Mister Loxodonta
    • Dora Discordia
    • Panne

    From the badly scrawled drawings, and fantastickal photoshop constructs that I have been sent, Dora Discordia is a statuesque blonde lady with a skull for a head, and Panne is a schoolgirl dressed as a goatman, or perhaps a goatman who has taken on some of the characteristics of a schoolgirl.

    Then later that evening I got an email. It was from an old acquaintance (I won’t say ‘friend’ because although we have known each other for a third of a century so far, I don’t think either of us has ever liked the other very much. His name is Danny Miles/Danny Myles/Danny Myers (choose whichever name suits you and him best at the time). I first met him in 1981, and the circumstances of our meeting are chronicled in my 1999 book The Blackdown Mystery.

    I first met Danny Miles at an obscure North Devon rock festival during the late summer of 1981. In those days I was an innocent and not very streetwise fellow in my early twenties, and I still believed that world peace could be achieved by the ingestion of various noxious substances whilst sitting in muddy fields listening to musical ensembles make whooshing noises on (what seem to me now) to be very primitive synthesisers.

    I was, I believe, watching Hawkwind playing a spectacularly inept version of Master of the Universe, and like most of the rest of the audience, who were cold, muddy and uncomfortable, pretending that I was enjoying myself whilst in reality I was in dire need of both a lavatory and a nice cup of tea and totally unwilling to avail myself of the horribly rudimentary versions of either facility that had been laid on for our “comfort” by the euphemistically named “organisers” of the event. About a hundred yards to my right were the serried ranks of the local Hells Angel fraternity who were encamped en masse like an iron clad phalanx of doom. It was only twelve years after Altamont, and even in the bucolic wastelands of rural Devon, they felt that they had something to live up to. Unfortunately, for me at least, they had decided to set up camp immediately between the area where I had set up my tiny tent and parked my car and the main exit, and several of the nastiest and meanest looking of them were patrolling the area armed with pool cues and what I think were hollowed out pickaxe handles that had been filled with molten lead. I was therefore somewhat marooned, and feeling uncomfortable, isolated, alone and more than a little frightened.

    Suddenly, in the middle of what appeared to me to be a sea of greasy black leather jackets, emerged a delicate, fey looking figure, wearing an extraordinary array of satins and silks in a variety of peacock colours. It looked for all the world as if one of the gaily coloured inhabitants of one of Arthur Rackham`s fairy paintings had suddenly been transported into the middle of a field of leather-clad Neanderthals. The figure tripped gaily towards me, and appeared to my addled brain to be floating like a surreal, and rainbow-hued butterfly above the sea of mud and motorbikes. As it got closer I could see that it was a youth, hardly old enough to shave with an angelic halo of light brown hair surrounding a face that was covered with intricate paintings of butterflies and lotus flowers. He came and sat next to me and my companions.

    Much to my amazement everyone else who was with me seemed to take this apparition in their stride. “`Lo Danny”, one of them grunted cheerfully, “`ow are y`doing?”. Another friend asked him what the hell he had been doing wandering blithely through the middle of the taciturn, unfriendly and potentially dangerous crowd of bikers. “Ahhhhh they`re harmless.” he said, in an Irish accent that he seemed to be able to turn on and off at will, “and anyway they wouldn`t hurt me...I am legion, I am many”.

    His name was Danny Miles, and for reasons known best to himself he had recently adopted the nom-de-guerre of `Legion the Cosmic Dancer`. I got to know him reasonably well over the next few years, and he would occasionally drift into my life, causing chaos for a few weeks and then disappear as simply as he had arrived. During the years when fashions were led by Culture Club and the New Romantics, Danny was in his element. He paraded his omnisexuality for all to see like some magnificent, (if slightly deranged) bird of paradise and flirted outrageously with boys and girls alike. As the decade of Thatcherism advanced and my life became more normal, and I drifted into my disastrous marriage and the twin pitfalls of a job and a mortgage I saw less of him, but he would still turn up once in a while, and we would sit up long into the night drinking wine, gazing at the stars and talking about nothing in particular as I dreamed dreams of my lost youth. Danny never seemed to either grow any older or to settle down.

    My first wife disliked him intensely, and I don’t think my second wife has ever met him. He has turned up in my life on various occasions over the past thirty years, but I have only heard from him occasionally (and not seen him) since the turning of the millennium when he turned up at my house unexpectedly talking nonsense about succubi and clutching a gift basket of blueberry muffins for me; a gift which he then proceeded to eat entirely himself.

    But like a bad penny, he has turned up again. According to his peculiar email, which he dubbed “A Communiqué from the Xtul Underground”, he (dubbing himself Xtul’s ‘Minister for Information’ was letting me in upon “The Summer of the Great Secret” and had decided that it was my “Holy Mission” to help propagate the “Message of the Neo-Godz in the Vineyardss of Madness”, which seems to mean helping him with a Facebook page for (what appears to be) a rather interesting little band operating in much the same territory as the late lamented KLF.

    I have cautiously agreed for a number of reasons.

    • Firstly, I like the music
    • I like the challenge – this reminds me of one of the peculiar magickal art games like THE CASE that I played with Doc Shiels
    • Danny knows where the bodies are buried (in my case at least) and it would be unwise for me to cross him
    • My life has been getting a little dull recently, and if there is one thing I have learned over the years, it is that life with Danny is never dull

    So onwards and upwards. Let us see what this summer will bring.
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  2. My name is Mr Loxodonta
    And when your mind begins to wander
    Into places that you know
    You really shouldn’t let it go
    In the gaps between your dreams
    Where you hear the idiots scream... See more
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ENDANGERED TAMARINS STOLEN FROM BLACKPOOL ZOO.

2 Female ,1 cotton top Tamarin,2 Male Emperor  Tamarin monkeys all endangered were stolen from Blackpool Zoo.The local police believe it to be a planned  and pre-meditated crime and the zoo fears the monkeys are going to be sold on the Black Market.These monkeys need around the clock attention ,strict fruit and veg diet with vitamin D,Ultra -light or may die.This is a horrible event made out of greed  and i hope the
culpits get caught and monkeys returned to zoo.

RAT POO IN ILLEGAL FAGS.

An undercover investigator  found bootleg cigarettes contained faeces ,dead animals mixed in. This is due to the practise of factories used  by them sweep up  ,dropped discarded tobacco. Mostly sold in shops,cafes,pubs ,bookmakers  and blamed on my own
favorite giant rats.

Collared Pratincole-rare sighting

A rare bird visit at Northam  Burrows  sparked interest from  local birdwatchers .The bird  was a Collared Pratincole,a rare sight in u.k  and normally occur during periods of high pressure  with southernly winds across  u.k.Breeds in Southern europe,Asia,Africa.

BE CAREFUL WITH BASKING SHARKS

Marine Discovery-wildlife tour operator  are asking people to be more careful when in water.This is due to a pod of Basing Sharks ,second sighting this year.This advice is to help people not to diturb the sharks natural behaviour.

WHAT A BOAR?

20 Wild Boar  were on the in Maesteg,South Wales after vandels let them out.The fear of the boars being wild is there might attack people  if disturbed foraging for food.During the middle ages  bars were hunted to extinction but in 1980,s reintroduced,500 are said to be breeding  and living in Sussex,Kent,Glouseshire,Dorset,Devon  mainly in woods.

Dementia Facebook app to raise awareness of the illness


Facebook users are being invited to experience what it is like to live with dementia in a bid to raise greater awareness about the disease.
The FaceDementia app, by Alzheimer's Research UK, "takes over" personal Facebook pages, and temporarily erases important memories, mimicking how dementia affects the brain.
Users can watch their personal photos, important details and status updates disappear before their eyes.
FaceDementia web page
Their real page remains intact.
The app does not hold on to any data or scramble a user's real timeline or Facebook information, instead presenting an overlay to show the effects of dementia.
People can also watch short videos featuring people affected by dementia explaining what impact the symptoms, simulated by FaceDementia, have had on them or their relative.
Rebecca Wood, chief executive of Alzheimer's Research UK, said: "Facebook's appeal is that it can gather your friends and family and keep them close, with memories and contacts all contained within one space. It also develops a diary of your life since you joined the site and documents your thoughts and musings during that time.
"We wanted to use these Facebook features to illustrate how those thoughts and memories can be confused, or forgotten altogether, as experienced by some of the hundreds of thousands of people across the UK living with dementia.
"Stigma around dementia is due in part to a lack of public awareness and understanding, so FaceDementia will be invaluable in helping people better understand the condition.

TONY PAUL RAINES-MY DAD

Hi dad it is hard to believe its coming up to a year soon that you passed away-12-05-2013.Daily life has been running as normal i am doing blogging/drawing/helping  and when can try to give info about cancer and dementia you suffered to help others. I ring mum up once a week ,she misses you more than she lets on,jayne  and  john  are engaged  and hope to marry in april 2015 and have asked me to give jayne away ,we wish it was you.We know in our hearts your spirit will be thier on the day,i have not spoken to nicky for awhile as fell out during your funeral and yes if you where here you would tell me to try to make up but i cant forgive yet.Your grankids are growing up fast ,xanthia is expecting a baby soon.I wish you could read this in person but i know you will in a spiritaal way .On 12-05-2014 i will go to the local churh ,sit down ,say a pray ,shed a tear,altough not perfect your stiil my dad and i miss you.

MONTY PYTHON

Last night of Monty Python will broadcast live across 450 cinemas in u.k on July 20th from o2 arena

SERIAL CAT KILLER-U.S.A

In a abandoned lot in New York,Yonkers area ,u.s.a .30 dead cats hanging from a tree found.Local police believe the bizarre killings is the work of a serial cat killer