OTHER NOTES:

...my mother had left a message on my ansaphone the other day and so thursday morning, i gave her a ring back...she had said that they were off to london and that she'd just had a 'sort of flu' but not really...something to do with rheumatism and sheer exhaustion...plus all of this 'bad weather' -well, it really gets you down, doesn't it?

anyway, she then gave the phone to dad...and i was to ask him a question about a story that hanni used to tell me, again and again...about how after my parents had just got married...they took the london train down to suffolk...and dad had a little poodle puppy in his jacket...which peed on him, during the train journey...at that point in the narrative, hanni used to have a laughing gas attack...to then go on and recount the rest of it...dad was to give the puppy to grandma clayton...who was to name it 'becky'....'becky boo-bar'....and becky was to live to a grand old age...in dog years....my grandmother had loved that dog...it was 'her' dog...

dad was to tell me that it wasn't true - in that he had no idea of where my mother's parents had got that dog...and for the first time i began to question that story...to then realise 'shock-horror' that it had been about me....you see - hanni had known about those 'christening photos at my grandparents' house' for example...that had been all about robert humphrey's christening and not my own...see previous notes...well, 'rebbeca' had been my first name...my 'ein kerem' name...which was then changed to 'emily'...what made me 'twig' it? well another old family story about me...which everybody used to recount, including my mother - which was that my father only had to pick me up as a baby...and i would pee down him, almost immediately....

what next? i was to remember the fishwicks at my parents' chateau in vieilley...ray was to talk about the film THE GREEN RAY...he had been very impressed by that movie...and i can now remember why....

gill and i, sitting outside of the chateau on the grass...watching the sunset over the fields...waiting for 'the green ray'...ray was on a computer inside of the house...he had been given the power of the 'green ray' by tomlinson...

gill and i looked into the sunset and 'saw' ein kerem...we were to recognise it as our 'garden of eden'...until 2 years' old, that is...when the snake entered...we both laughed at that one..."we both fell for the snake, didn't we - martine" i asked gill...who agreed, laughing...farrell had been sent to ein kerem, after us....after we had been returned to the UK....

mcdonald's FALL program....'before the fall' as in the garden of eden...and 'after the fall'...farrell in ein kerem...

none of it is fair, is it? anyway, ray had been given 'that power' upon his desk...the files were then transferred to his computer in shotley, suffolk...

'the green ray' is a callback signal...

i was supposed to pick it up and act upon it, on thursday...in 'rebecca mode'...bear with me here - this is an interlinked program....daphne du maurier's 'rebecca'....i was supposed to go down to one of the beach huts...i know 'which one'...a rather lurid shade of 'light green'...one of the beach huts towards the RNLI boathouse....and the first martello tower...

another interlinked program had been billy idol's song "hey little sister what have you done"...see previous notes upon gill and that demonic 'white wedding'...i had been his 'little sister' in eden...in ein kerem...a callback signal....

...and ray was supposed to have activated the above callback 'green ray' signal on his desk...today....and naturally i didn't go down to the beach huts....

...and i have to say yet again...none of it is fair, is it? upon thinking about 'the whole thing' in the 60s....the fishwicks had it far worse, than my family...they had had INGA living in their spare room for a start off...and she was to blast ray's brains out, with her stungun....secondly the fishwicks also had that woman who ran the 'sweetshop'..."chemistry lab" replies BI ONLINE, in their basement....see previous notes...."they didn't stand a chance".

anyway, getting back to my mother upon the phone....she was very upset about what was going on around the fishwicks at this point in time...apparently mrs fishwick was 'losing her mind' and had got a bit violent, in relation to ray....well, all i can say is this - she hasn't lost he mind - from the images that were relayed back to me...because this is what i was to 'see':

she was trying to stop ray from activating that callback 'green ray' program....my mother was to say that she had taken away his stick...well his 'stick' is a phallic symbol...and as far as i know she did a bit more than that...in order to try and stop him from activating that program....i was also to see a 'stungun' around the place...the batteries were flat...that was unfortunate...it meant that she couldn't take away his memories of what had just happened...which is why 'everything then blew up'.....and the whole fishwick family was then involved....none of it is fair, is it?

so no, she hasn't lost her mind...but everybody needs to 'talk it through'...as far as i can see...because everybody is a victim, in 'this one'...and from the time that inga was to move into their blackheath house as the 'lodger', in the 60s....

including 'little green paws' I might add....'the cat of re/ray'...who had been given 'the power' by Tomlinson...to do all sorts of things...which was to end up in 'the cat of re' gaining control of Tomlinson aka 'the Christmas tree'...see previous notes upon 'mrs brown with her remote' and the talking Christmas tree....

apart from that....and in relation to the image below - upon the oscillator device...I can remember a couple of 'gearsticks' in front of me, upon a table - as a child, in the 60s...a programmer had taught us to play a 'new game'...'little green paws' was seated upon the other side of the table...I had to try and touch the green knobbed gear sticks before he hit the buzzer...a very silly electronic game...anyway, sometimes I got away with it, sometimes I didn't....

in retrospect I shouldn't have tried to touch them at all...I can see that, now...