My life

This week I’m on holiday, and as usual there are so many things I’m supposed to be doing, and once again I can’t bring myself to do any of them. Of course I feel guilty about this, but on the other hand maybe not. I’ve made the decision not to spend a vast amount of traveling, as I would sooner spend it on my projects to get out of full time work, in a dead end job. That eases the pain of guilt about dashing about like a mad thing. I was going to give myself the gift of a flight in a light... Sign in to see full entry.

When I see any UFO story on Youtube or the main-stream media, they follow one path. They seem to think that Aliens are coming to Earth like the Spanish Armada did back in 1497. They would have us believe that when they come, they will behave rather like the European Imperial conquers did to any stone age society they came across. Mostly for slavery and pillage, but also to use them as a form of sport. Just because our history is too embarrassing to dwell on, does not mean Aliens will behave the... Sign in to see full entry.

Over the last few weeks, I’ve tried to put together a map of what my life was and where it’s to go. There are a few pages entered before this one, which tell of important stages in my life, where I feel I have to give an account of myself. But I think it’s all working towards a more important thing. And that is to prove to the world that my life was a success and I did actually achieve the things I was supposed to. In other words, to stand and be judged. I often have a recurring dream about... Sign in to see full entry.

Sometimes I wonder if these entries are not just memos to myself. I mean, am I writing them as part of a greater work that I want to sell to the world, or just diary entries? I used to worry that everything I write here is going to be analysed by the whole world, who will pass judgement upon my every word. Were as the truth is, people are polite but we all have our own problems, right? One of the reasons for writing this is to make me feel better about life. A sort of therapy. And to that end I... Sign in to see full entry.

This is another attempt to get down an account of my life. As I’ve said before, I would hate to read a biography about ME. It would so boring and only of interest to about 3 people. So this is a better way of getting things down. Co-op Stamford. This picture is of the entrance to the old co op in Stamford. I worked there from 1976- 1978, or there about’s. It was an awful job full of bullies, but it taught me that there was something fundamentally wrong with the creature called S Lambert. Other... Sign in to see full entry.

This was the place I used to work at. From 1987 to 1998. The reason I captured this photo was because this was the window I worked at. I worked at a metalwork guillotine cutting sheet steel. And I used to look out this window at the real world and wonder if I would ever escape. Was this the end/ Was this all it would ever amount to? And is this what it had all lead up to? As you might have gathered, I was a little anxious about the future. So I include this picture because it is proof that you... Sign in to see full entry.

I’ve been thinking more about giving an account of my life, with pictures. Tamiya This is an early point in my life. Really I was an Airfix boy, as I had almost all the military tanks and most of the aircraft in their catalogue. But Tamiya was a bit more professional for model makers, and has even been used in some arts projects. I still looked on them as toys, so maybe this was my move from childhood to the teen age years. I was obsessed with the Nazis and all their tanks. What happened to all... Sign in to see full entry.

Have you ever thought about presenting your life in the form of a video or slideshow? Few have. Fewer even want to. When I’m involved with rituals, you have to have a representation of who wants the thing done. In other words, who are you? When you stand before the Gods, who exactly are they addressing? Usually most people just put a photo of themselves and say Hi. But for me that’s not enough. And I feel you have to give an account of yourself. Sometimes I’ve made up a picture collage and hoped... Sign in to see full entry.

This is just a piece to keep my hand in. Every morning I check my usual pages as a routine. One of these is Facebook. I see people giving their views on all sorts of things, even posting videos. But I never think this is me. I love to post stuff here, as I know no one from work would ever look at it. For that reason I feel compelled to tell the truth as I feel it. And that would not suit them. They had to sack a kid last week. Jamie. He was cruising for a bruising, as he was not the sharpest... Sign in to see full entry.

When I watch or listen to a lot of the science on the web, I can’t stop thinking about space ships and travel. With the launch of the Dragon craft this week to the space station, I can see that even with private enterprise, space is a tough place to go. So what’s the answer? I think it’s through Star Gates. Like the TV show, it’s a lot easier to just step through a machine or a doorway, and come out where ever you want. This wipes away a lot of problems. As you don’t have to go into space, and... Sign in to see full entry.