Planet “Foxglove”… Interesting title. Foxglove is the source originally of digitalis, a heart (and maybe soul) medication. The metaphor of Foxglove for Earth’s careening demise is apparent to me; and the thrashing end of hope there, is a clear message here.
Are you still living in that beacon less lighthouse…and is there hidden meaning or despair in your tale.
Hi Thomas, it’s Tim! Your expression of the Foxglove metaphor is beautiful – though a little chilling! Is Earth really so close to following after Planet Foxglove? I might not have thought so before I started receiving these messages…
The word digitalis rings a bell… I wonder where I’ve heard that before?
It’s still me alone in the lighthouse! You’re right, it doesn’t light up anymore – most ships just use GPS or radar to navigate in the dark (I hope my radio doesn’t mess with their signals) and the old bulb is blown. Sometimes I listen to my messages in the lantern pane at night, so I guess they might see the glow of my laptop through the glass. At sea, I probably resemble a distant star more than a beacon… I wonder what I look like from space.
There are a number of lighthouses still in WA, Oregon, and CA. Perhaps British Columbia. We live on an Island in the Salish Sea in WA State. Some people here receive intergalactic messages too, but they have no antenna or radio suited to receive these critical transmissions. It could be that their brains are tuned into to the just right frequency, as is the case of some people who dental work is arranged just so that a near by radio station signal is received. That must be spooky. I am a retired psychohistory, so I do have other potential explanations that I keep to myself!
As for our light houses, some are very small and automated. Most no longer have a horn - very sad!! Others only the light, while increasingly their living quarters are rented by the day or longer, where some duties are assigned. I don’t know the restrictions where you live, however I am told lighthouses are popular with vacationers.
Best wishes! I enjoy reading your commentaries on the vagaries and mysteries of life’s experiences.
There must be something about the coast, or the ocean that causes people to pick things up there… perhaps it being a liminal space? Or the way in which the sea receives its own signals from the moon? Your account of people whose minds are tuned into certain frequencies is fascinating! I’d never heard of it before, but after a quick google, I’m a believer! It’s a shame I’ve always taken excellent care of my teeth, or I could have done away with my ipod years ago.
I’m also very impressed by your past in psychohistory. I’m very pleased that my forum is becoming a site for discussions of this kind.
My lighthouse has a foghorn, but it’s coated in rust and without diesel to fuel it, I can’t test if it still functions. I sympathise with your description of invasive vacationers. The place I live near used to be a fishing town, but now the only thing it reels in are tourists who glut it in the summer and leave it hollow the rest of the year. They love to come and stare at the lighthouse, but luckily, since I own it, it’s private property and they can’t come in. I enjoy my privacy very much these days. It gives me more time with my transmissions.
Planet “Foxglove”… Interesting title. Foxglove is the source originally of digitalis, a heart (and maybe soul) medication. The metaphor of Foxglove for Earth’s careening demise is apparent to me; and the thrashing end of hope there, is a clear message here.
Are you still living in that beacon less lighthouse…and is there hidden meaning or despair in your tale.
Hi Thomas, it’s Tim! Your expression of the Foxglove metaphor is beautiful – though a little chilling! Is Earth really so close to following after Planet Foxglove? I might not have thought so before I started receiving these messages…
The word digitalis rings a bell… I wonder where I’ve heard that before?
It’s still me alone in the lighthouse! You’re right, it doesn’t light up anymore – most ships just use GPS or radar to navigate in the dark (I hope my radio doesn’t mess with their signals) and the old bulb is blown. Sometimes I listen to my messages in the lantern pane at night, so I guess they might see the glow of my laptop through the glass. At sea, I probably resemble a distant star more than a beacon… I wonder what I look like from space.
Tim,
There are a number of lighthouses still in WA, Oregon, and CA. Perhaps British Columbia. We live on an Island in the Salish Sea in WA State. Some people here receive intergalactic messages too, but they have no antenna or radio suited to receive these critical transmissions. It could be that their brains are tuned into to the just right frequency, as is the case of some people who dental work is arranged just so that a near by radio station signal is received. That must be spooky. I am a retired psychohistory, so I do have other potential explanations that I keep to myself!
As for our light houses, some are very small and automated. Most no longer have a horn - very sad!! Others only the light, while increasingly their living quarters are rented by the day or longer, where some duties are assigned. I don’t know the restrictions where you live, however I am told lighthouses are popular with vacationers.
Best wishes! I enjoy reading your commentaries on the vagaries and mysteries of life’s experiences.
Oh, sorry for the “fat thumbs” … misspellings and failed proofreading. You might add an edit option. TS
Hi Thomas
There must be something about the coast, or the ocean that causes people to pick things up there… perhaps it being a liminal space? Or the way in which the sea receives its own signals from the moon? Your account of people whose minds are tuned into certain frequencies is fascinating! I’d never heard of it before, but after a quick google, I’m a believer! It’s a shame I’ve always taken excellent care of my teeth, or I could have done away with my ipod years ago.
I’m also very impressed by your past in psychohistory. I’m very pleased that my forum is becoming a site for discussions of this kind.
My lighthouse has a foghorn, but it’s coated in rust and without diesel to fuel it, I can’t test if it still functions. I sympathise with your description of invasive vacationers. The place I live near used to be a fishing town, but now the only thing it reels in are tourists who glut it in the summer and leave it hollow the rest of the year. They love to come and stare at the lighthouse, but luckily, since I own it, it’s private property and they can’t come in. I enjoy my privacy very much these days. It gives me more time with my transmissions.
Thank you for commenting again!
Tim