Most days we wade in pools of mundanity. Wearily waiting for something to lift us up and out into a sky bright with meaning.
On 9 November, I went with my missus to watch Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds play at the O2 arena in London, as part of the band’s tour to promote their Wild God album.
Finally seeing Nick and his band play before I die was a big item on a very small bucket list. He didn’t disappoint, completely compelling our attention for around two and a half hours.
Maybe Nick is like Marmite. I’ve loved his music for about 20 years, more so with each passing year. That voice alone. So powerful and poignant, plaintive and purging. Then again, I know people who find little to like about him.
Many will know Cave from Red Right Hand, the song that opens the Peaky Blinders TV series. Each of his albums contain similar epics that stand the test of time. Beautiful tunes, weeping sagas, soaring ballads and hard-hammering tracks that burst with poetry describing the magnificence of love and sex and God, amid the constant presence of hate and death.
What a childlike thrill it was to see him stride onto the stage. The Dark Lord, tall, thin, larger than life, kitted out in his standard close-fitting black suit, to match the hair. And a ribald hello shouted out to break the ice…..“Fucking London!”
Nick has been polishing his craft for nearly 50 years. It showed. The set was tightly orchestrated with stunning black and white screen visuals; yet the show felt improvised throughout. Especially his interaction with the fans at the front, constantly touching hands and exchanging banter. Miraculous intimacy with a 20,000-strong crowd. My mate Jono, who saw Nick in Cardiff several days earlier, said that he had never seen someone with such a profound link to his audience. He reckoned that “all those gathered joined in an act of collective worship at the breast of Nick.”
Maureen was bowled over by Nick’s co-pilot Warren Ellis, the band’s anchorman. Musical genius with wild white hair and beard who writes the tunes, works his synths, guitars and violins (the latter until the strings fray), stands on his chair, laughs a lot and sings in the most incredible ethereal falsetto voice, a ghostly counterpart to Nick’s baritone.
There was hardly a minute when I wasn’t thinking “you dizzyingly lucky bastard Kev”. Goose bumps erupting, seeing two absolute maestros doing what they love, at the top of their game. No drugs needed to feel the endorphins crashing in, non-stop. Another high cloud of delight for me was the performance of his four black backing singers. A choir clad in white, whose harmonies were setting off bacchanalia in my head.
Music crowds always want to hear old favourites. Mine was Jubilee Street. The tale of a man brought to his knees and out of this earthly dimension by his sex addiction. Starting with the slow, accelerating build of a guitar riff, it reaches a frenzied musical orgy of piano, drums, violin beneath a thick wall of backing vocals. “I’m transforming, I’m vibrating, look at me now!” Nick sings, running left to right, skipping to the piano and back. I’m almost popping out of my body watching this magic. He’s 67, for God’s sake, yet still rocking out like somebody half his age.
Another enrapturing performance was Tupelo. The town in Mississippi where Elvis was born. The song pivots around the storm that accompanied the birth of the King. In fact the song is that storm, the rain and thunder, the birth pang of a whole new music. Drums to shake and stir your insides, and then Nick’s voice smashing and screaming and crying out the emerging new religion.
In a clap-board shack with a roof of tin. Where the rain came down and leaked within.
A young mother frozen on a concrete floor. With a bottle and a box and a cradle of straw.
Well Saturday gives what Sunday steals. And a child is born on his brother’s heels.
Come Sunday morn the first-born dead. In a shoe-box tied with a ribbon of red.
Tupelo-o-o! Hey Tupelo
Cave twists and froths like a Baptist preacher who has lost his mind to the Devil.
Nick belted out a whole string of his utter bloody masterpieces: From Her to Eternity, Red Right Hand, Weeping Song, White Elephant, Into My Arms. The new album material found an equally rapturous reception. Crafted to a slower, more mature feel. Never forgetting his loss of two children in the last nine years, nor the love of his wife. Shot through with gospel ethos, dark wit and an evolution into empathies he lacked as a younger man.
One line from the new album sums it up: “We’ve all had too much sorrow, now is the time for joy”
The new track that fires me up is ‘Conversion’. Haunting piano and organ, words that allude to the lingering power of older religions, Warren’s spectral vocals, and then the explosion of the song into an incanting blowout that confirms the step into the liminal, again and again.
“Touched by the spirit, touched by the flame.”
Above everything else, I was overjoyed that Maureen loved the show. Never a fan like me, she was in tears at two of the first four songs, ‘Wild God’ and ‘Children’. She whispered the word shaman in my ear. I wasn’t arguing.
I could go on. The band did, for a full 150 minutes, until a lone Cave finally departed the stage. It was the perfect gig, impossible to better.
We followed up with a drink in a local bar. Chatted with an Irish guy who said the show was ‘Biblical.’ All I could think was that we had a forever memory. How often can a couple in their mid- to late-60s get to experience being enthralled, bewitched, beguiled and totally ravished?
Jono gets the final word: “The reviews in no way exaggerate the transcendental nature of the experience,” he said. “I don’t know if I ever want to see another gig. It’s a pinnacle. Unsurpassable.”
Time moves on, memories fade. But I can still play the Wild God CD, re-invoking our passionate night with the Dark Lord.
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Old performers never stop performing! The Hoodoo Gurus, about the same vintage as Nick Cave, had two (maybe three!) sold out concerts here just last week.
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I’ve not heard of them Greg. You a Cave fan?
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Wouldn’t say I was, Kev. I knew about him back in his early days – he was, like a lot of the Melbourne musicians who started during the 1980s, a product of our exclusive non government schools. I came up through that system too and I was inclined to regard their onstage attitude as less than genuine.
That said, Nick Cave has been at it for the last forty years, and most of those others just do it for ‘reunion’ shows. Even the Gurus fall into that category. So Cave must have something!
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I felt like I was there! You guys definitely made a forever memory, cherry on top that your wife was so entertained and moved too. What a perfect description here: “…harmonies were setting off bacchanalia in my head.” Yes! Of course!
Hubby and I haven’t been to any big events for a long time. We’ve had low-level moving experiences at a few movies in the past couple years–that’s all. For instance, he sort of “dragged” me to Dune (part I) and I went in all sighs and eye rolls (NOT a big Dune fan, if you didn’t already figure that out, lol) and then sat there riveted and left the movie and said, “THAT WAS GREAT” and meant it.
Only problem: hubby is a HUGE Dune fan. Read all the books. Knows the story inside and out. Told me all the things they did “wrong” in the movie (like Paul acting like an average teenager, throwing himself at Duncan to hug him, when Paul in the book was much more mature and “noble” acting), etc., etc. So I guess only I was moved in this case, lol, AND, unfortunately, due to my ignorance of the source material. Hubby was disgusted when I revealed to him, years ago, that I started reading Dune when I was about 19 (hubby read it at 15) and halfway through I tossed the book across the room, never to return. I’m always talking about movies dumbing down books and their ideas for the masses; I guess in this case, I definitely was one of the masses.
Oh! One thing that we DID do together that wasn’t an event, per se, but filled us with satisfaction and also our souls with the joy of creation: we wrote a novella together over the past year and it’s due to come out in the summer! I’ll keep you updated. I’m pleased with the outcome!
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I’d love to read your joint novella Stace, keep me posted. Dune is a great film (1 and 2), brilliantly directed by Villeneuve. I watched the original by David Lynch recently….thought it was awful, and I’m a massive Lynch fan.
Nick Cave is just about the sole musical artist who sings about God that I can listen to. He has this poetic, almost secular approach to religion that makes it palatable, and one can see from his history that he’s had to go through sex and drug addictions, amongst other tests, to find his clarities. I’m agnostic, quite keen on some Buddhist ideas, but if there is a God, then I’m certain that she will be proud of Nick’s battle-hardened quest to find her, and to create ways of wrapping up very original rock and roll with his spiritual epiphanies.
Anyway, hope you and hubby have a great Xmas!
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Thanks, Kevin. I really appreciate that. I actually wasn’t pushing the book for you to read as much as giving evidence of a minor accomplishment, much less moving than your Nick viewing, because although there might have been tears on our part (or MY part), they were more probably from rage and frustration than anything else, lol !!! I mean, you know, two writers from very different mediums (his is visual, mine’s long, boring narration), so…yeah! Waaaaah!
But thanks, regardless. 🙂
Also I just love the title of their album, Wild God. Something about it makes my soul feel free. I don’t know why. Free and full at the same time. Just sayin’. 🙂 🙂 🙂
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You could even take a listen to that title track on Spotify? It’s a beauty, clever lyrics, sparkling choral finish. Other great tracks from the album are Conversion and Joy. Nick’s piano chords on both are stirring!
You must be proud/pleased about the novella Stace. Quite an accomplishment for a long-married couple, to find that the juices still flow jointly, even if they are different types of juice!
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As far as I’m concerned Nick Cave would be a very worthy recipient of a STALE (Stick Around Long Enough) award. For reasons I’m still not clear about, I bought his early stuff with The Birthday Party and his first few solo/Seeds albums when they came out in the 1980s. Your Funeral, My Trial was the last one I bought, then the penny finally dropped, and I sold all of them PDQ. Cave is so derivative of Scott Walker and Tom Waits it’s embarrassing. His bad boy pose is so phoney, overblown and cringeworthy. As for Cave’s lyrics – adolescent versifying. Yep, he’s definitely stale.
Anyway, each to their own…
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Absolutely entitled to your opinion, which you back up with evidence. I think his bad boy image is long gone though. All you need to do is read his Red Hand files, where he replies each week to a reader question. It’s a most thoughtful and kind forum.
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Yes, I have read some of his Red Hand Files, but I find it to be another example of parasocial relationships that are now a commonplace in our social media age, and are often exploited for commercial gain by those involved in the promotion of the elevated star, celebrity, etc. In other words, a star or celebrity is unlikely to become involved in this type of exchange if it endangers their career. Nevertheless, the parasocial phenomenon is interesting from a psychological perspective.
Anyway, Happy Christmas to you!
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I am TOTALLY gonna take a listen, Kev. I’m in!! 🙂 🙂
Probably won’t talk before then, so happy 2025 to you and yours! Maybe magic will be ours. 🙂
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So weird that it takes so long to listen to a simple song. But I finally did it just now and heard Wild God. I love it, it’s so angsty and folksy and epic at the same time. I had no idea that Nick sounded like Johnny Cash, kinda, except his voice isn’t as bass and rough he’s actually more “on key” that Johnny ever was. But they both do that kind of talking/singing. It’s really beautiful and I love how the chorus comes blasting through. I could look this up myself, but let me ask you: what does “bring your spirit down” mean? The wild god is looking for a woman, looking for his peeps, can’t find anyone and then the repeat is always “bring your spirit down.” Down symbolically or physically? 🙂
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I’m so pleased that you like it! Yes, his voice gives shades of Johnny Cash, Elvis and Neil Diamond, maybe? And what a great question Stace – one that I’ve pondered over. Bring your spirit down. Clearly we should ask NC. I have only guesses. There are probably too many clues in the lyrics, too much information. I think of it as a call to get in touch with that level of yourself that sits in a higher dimension. Maybe by invoking old, wild gods, stopping them from dying out through neglect in a secular world. But….OMG….I was singing that chorus to myself, over and over, as I was on Grace’s Walk, passing over the bridge where the woman killed herself 120 years ago, and a few minutes away from capturing that image on the mobile. Make of that what you will 😂😆🤣😂😆🤣😂😆🤣
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I think your guess is a really good one. That makes sense to me: getting in touch with the part of you that exists out of the mundane, material world. It’s SO weird that you were singing the chorus when you had your experience–almost as if you were a conjurer. And another weird thing–this all has come up right when I’ve been working on a certain chapter of my book that’s about the old gods, the old ways dying out, how magic will disappear from the world. Weirdness upon weirdness! Thank you, Nick. Thank you, Kev. 🙂 🙂 😛 :@
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Synchronicity is us! Serendipity? Coincidence? I’ve come across the old God theme in Neil Gaiman books, and in the guy that I’ve been reading recently – John Connolly and his Charlie Parker stories.
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Very familiar with Neil Gaiman. I read a few of his books many years ago but lazily in more recent years have only seen the TV shows American Gods and our favorite one, Sandman (because of the lead actor). But I’ve never heard of Connolly and the Charlie Parker stuff. Thank you! Speaking of the supernatural and/or odd in writing…a long time ago you gave me the name of someone you knew, possibly a young relative? who was an author and wrote a kind of fantasy/supernatural-type novel…? I had the sample and was reading it but it got swept away when I cleaned out all the titles I had piling up in my Kindle. Do you remember who it was and what book you told me about? Actually…was this a niece? Except I don’t think you’re old enough to have a niece who’s old enough to be a writer yet……? I could be wrong. I’m terrible at math! lol
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I’m 67 Stace, so could have both a) a niece and b) onsetting dementia 😂. I’ve actually 4 nieces, but none of them write. The only possibility that comes to mind is a book written by a female that my wife looked after as her nanny: Scarlett Thomas. ‘The End of Mr Y.’ Could that be it? She wrote others, but less supernatural, from my recollection. The other possibility is that my steady loss of memory cells has obliterated whatever tome and author I spoke of! 🙂
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Oops, I actually meant granddaughter old enough to write. Not a niece. DUUUUUH lol !!! I think both of us might have to consider early onset dementia! lol
ALSO, you’re only five years older than me. That’s basically the same age. So everything YOU’RE feeling in your knees and back and everywhere else–so am I!! 🙂 🙂 🙂
You know, it really makes me mad sometimes, tho, Kev. I used to be a gymnast and was always fairly active my whole life, right? I never injured myself in gymnastics. But about a year ago, I bent forward slightly–I didn’t even complete the full movement; I was going for a sock on the floor–so I started to bend, maybe five inches, right? And guess what happened. MY BACK WENT OUT. It went out! Just from that! Why?! I hate it so much, lol !!!
Anyway, enough of that. On an up note, I think you actually got the book, Kev! I looked that title up and it totally rings a bell and I bought it, because I always meant to read it after your suggestion. I think back then, years ago, my review might have been more exciting (to the author) than now, because she’s doing just fine with over 800 accumulated reviews on Amazon.
Also, looks like she’s got a second book out too. So good on her!
So thanks again. It looks like a really fun read. 🙂 🙂 🙂 :O
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Granddaughter…yes, she’s almost 2 now. She gave me a cuddle today that overrode all of my bodily aches 🙂 🙂. But, overall, it’s shite getting older, whatever any clever psychologist tells you. Fading physical and mental powers bring me mainly sadness, although there is an element of putting everything in perspective. I used to want to live into my 90s, but not so sure now. Maybe your pop was an exception in his sprightliness?
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Yeah, I feel sad too. But I know what you mean about perspective. And cuddles and hugs from the little ones are like magic, aren’t they?! My husband and I always tell the joke about the doctor telling the patient if he cuts out smoking and coffee and exercises more, he’ll live ten more years, and of course the patient’s like, but that’s the ten years I DON’T want! lol
My dad IS an exception. He was drinking Coke the other day and I told him about this No Sugar Coke that’s actually really good–it doesn’t have the aftertaste of diet stuff, etc., etc. And he looked at me like I was crazy and then we both laughed…’cause at this point, he doesn’t give two effs! And why should he?!
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Stace, do you have any thoughts on the PP fires? At the risk of sounding very stupid, I’m seeing images where buildings have been completely destroyed yet the trees alongside them retain green leaves. How does that work? And how come LA’s firewater supplies and its fire engines and teams are not optimised, given the city’s terrible history of fires?
You’re there, and must have thought about this stuff before?
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You could never sound stupid. I had no idea about the trees either until I looked it up. I thought at least one thing was just serendipity–like how entire neighborhoods have gone up in flames but one house remains standing, so I thought these trees were missed also. And that is true, but evidently it’s also because those trees in particular are full of moisture.
And the PP reservoir just happened to be completely empty–EMPTY–when the fires broke out because they were doing repairs. Can you believe it? What terrible timing! As for any other fire departments not optimized for this emergency, I can only think it’s the usual thing: lack of priorities when it comes to cutting funds from one thing and funneling it into others. Like how all our kids are getting dumber and dumber because they keep diminishing education but the military industrial complex is a big, fat, bloated tick. I don’t know. I can only imagine, because that’s the usual pattern.
My dad used to live in Calabasas, so I’m REALLY glad he’s no longer there, as he would have had to be evacuated. On top of the obvious inherent danger, I don’t think he would have been happy crammed into our apartment either, lol. Horrible. Malibu is ALWAYS catching on fire. Now a huge part if it is actually just gone. Incredible. I just read a heading about a former child star living there who was handicapped and had no electricity, no way to reach anyone, and died in his fricking house! We’re a long way from “it takes a village” where in a REAL village everyone would have known him, his situation, and banned together to help him and anybody else get out of there instead of being complete strangers and/or not giving a damn.
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To my ultra-cynical mind, here is your ‘money comment’ Stace.
And the PP reservoir just happened to be completely empty–EMPTY–when the fires broke out because they were doing repairs. Can you believe it? What terrible timing!
I don’t know if you’re being sarcastic? To give context to my thoughts, I would go back back to 11 September, 2001. And a line from Out of Essex.
‘How strange that just 14 airforce fighter jets were left to cover the entire USA due to ‘drills’ and war games.’
I’ll leave it there.
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But I couldn’t leave it there.
There is now so much news and information about everything that I generally read only headlines. But here are some thoughts that arrived. Sorry if they are a bit jumbled.
I know Cali’s lustful relationship with water is nothing new. I remember how Chinatown (probably one of your favourite movies as well?) featured California’s water wars and its corrupt water practices. I read that somehow (maybe you can enlighten me) huge quantities of surface water are now diverted North to support a rare little fish called Smelt!!!
I’ve a friend in LA who pointed out to me years back that under the guise of “environmentalism” your authorities out there refuse to clear brush or cut fire breaks in woodland, even after months of drought. He pins most of the fire damage to that trend.
Those things would all point to incompetence. Like the budget cuts. Like the repairs on the PP reservoir – and the snippet that the arrival of 60 Oregon fire engines was delayed for 24 hours while licenses were handed out.
But then there is the story that insurance companies began spontaneously cancelling home insurance policies in the affected areas of Los Angeles months ago. Do the underwriters have crystal balls? (Any balls?) Did they know in advance that the PP reservoirs were due to be empty?
What is random? What is coincidence? What is intentionality? I always say ‘follow the money’.
Wouldn’t it be a big money clue that a ‘Smart City’ is due to be built up in The Palisades area in conjunction with the all-important 2028 LA Olympics. I read (and correct me if I’m wrong) that much of the planned area shares a footprint with the burned areas.
As I said before, it was the piles of rubble and buildings torched and pulverized to white ashes standing next to still-green trees that made me think…hang on, that’s very odd. Maybe, as you say, the trees’ moisture content is very high. For me, the parallels with the post- 9/11 site at ground zero started to flash. That ‘passport’ found amazingly intact in the WTC rubble, having survived heat sufficient to melt steel, in fact so strong that pools of molten granite lingered at the base of the destroyed buildings for months. And the cars that were half-melted, half-intact.
If I were on a jury, my instinct would be that another narrative is hidden by the cover story. But….you live there, you know it, I don’t.
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I actually wasn’t being sarcastic (for once), Kev. I’m embarrassed to say that I wasn’t even aware of this construction venture planned around the 2028 Olympics! W.T.A.F.? I was going to say, well, THAT would suck, if the PP reservoir was empty ON PURPOSE, but…. why in the name of god would that be on anyone’s list of things to do? How does Pacific Palisades rate? Well, an Olympics proposal on land overlapping where houses already are…
Well, it’s beyond a horrible thought, of course. And it would actually be beyond incredible if the “powers that be” actually went as far as to burn down an affluent neighborhood just to build something for a one-time event. Do I believe people can be that evil? Yes. I do. Do I hope it’s not true. Yeah. Same with the Twin Tower stuff which, as we know, SO many odd, SUPER coincidental and I’d say impossible things happened there.
When I was young, I was pretty moved by the Anne Frank diary, especially the ending when she says she believes people are mostly good. I admired that she was able to still think that, after everything, and I went by that credo for decades. But now when I look at the world closely as an older person… a small part of me still retains that belief, but most of me does not. I don’t know if we’re mostly good inside–including myself. No of course I would never say “I was just doing my job,” while I fed people into ovens, but in my own way, day by day, I just live a life mainly of self-interest with bursts of philanthropy here and there, maybe. Nothing special and nothing that really helps the world. Not in a big way, at least. Maybe it’s impossible to have endless compassion and empathy and to always put that in motion–I don’t know–but I feel like those who do and whose actions are far away from our bestial side are the ones who are “mostly good inside.” Maybe that’s naive. We can’t all be saints. Maybe just actually treating people the way you want to be treated IS enough. I don’t know.
But back on subject–I don’t even wanna think about it, Kev! It’s too much. But I guess we shall
see what happens.
Conversely, Altadena is nowhere near PP, so what’s that about? If there’s a chance that PP was wiped out intentionally, errant embers that got out of their control, that’s possible. But there’s also many other neighborhoods next to and surrounding PP where embers could have gone, so why so far away over to Altadena? The tragedy of THAT fire, in particular, is that so many black generational homes were destroyed–a rare thing here in the US, for blacks to have been able to 1. buy a house back in the day and then 2. to be able to pass it on to their kids the way white people, who had no issues obtaining property, have done from the beginning. I mean, Eaton went up in flames, basically, but as the fire began to turn toward Brentwood, they had every firefighter in the world on that shit like white on rice! Can’t let Brentwood go up in flames! God forbid!
At any rate, your basic stance is correct, I think, Kev, to have eyes wide open and be wary of bizarre things that happen in our world, especially with huge, tragic events. I think another narrative IS hidden by the cover story more often than not.
‘Cause…let’s not even GET into the UFO stuff lately and all the things that may have been going on, hidden from the populace of the world but well known by their governments, a truth hidden by the cover story of weather balloons and denial. The truth is emerging there, and I don’t think people will be happy hearing the truth. Same with PP, if anything ever surfaces out of the murk into the light. 😦
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Great reply Stace. To repeat, you’re near to it, and you can fathom the geography of the fires far better than me. Re Altadena, you would be able to contextualise that in ways that I cannot.
As for the world’s richest, I once took the view that there might be sparks of altruism among them. How naively mad was that? IMHO, they will kill anyone and destroy anything in their way. They will happily reduce the world population by billions without batting a well-manicured eyelid. It’s so obvious, to these jaundiced eyes.
What’s happening with the UFOs? Do you mean the ones over NY and NJ? I don’t know what to think about that. Maybe Trump will be revealed as a Venutian? 😂😂
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Haha. Thanks for the compliment, but my apologies for the thesis I wrote you above. Gaaaaaaah! lol
I agree about killing anyone and destroying anything. All that matters is them and what they need and what they can get, because they exist solely in the material world/material mind.
As for the UFOs…yeah, the NY & Jersey sightings are only part of it. You know how in 2017 the Pentagon out here admitted to running an investigation on UFOs and all these whistleblowers have come out–pretty reputable people–and talked about sightings. I mean, the lies have been going on since WWII that UFOs don’t exist, etc. And let’s not even get into abductions. That many people can’t be having “false memories” or delusional. SOMETHING has been happening. And one source of information is that governments agreed to let “others” abduct their populace, but only as long as they weren’t harmed, were returned, and the “others” provided a list of names. Evidently, the list of names lasted for five seconds. That was renegged on pretty fast. And people have been harmed, psychlogically AND physically. Can you imagine what people would do if they found out their governments agreed to let the others take them in exchange for whatever tech they got in exchange?
I know it sounds crazy and most people still think it is and, who knows, there’s no completely solid absolute proof yet. But if it WAS true… holy cow.
Personally, if they exist, I think the “others” would not be from out there. I think they’d be from here, an alternate dimension. Or parallel. Whatever, lol And would NOT be philanthropic in any sense of the word.
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Wonderfully written Kevin; music and poetry–nothing like it! Apologies for not being around–I’ve been actively fighting the good fight in the states to try to avoid what has happened anyway with our Gov’t, for lack of a more honest word. We are at war with orange menance and his minions; the American soul is at stake. Thank you Brits for supporting UKR–as every decent human should. Fondly, Jo
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