The RV experiment... and another Fortean codewode.

... was more successful than you think, in my opinion. You got the hair and the age right; and his 'older fashion' style, which was quite precise. Where you began losing it a little it was, as you noticed, when your imagination started riffing on the images conjured up by his vampiric-sounding name and title; and his admitted pre-cog abilities. This is a typical dilemma for anyone with psychic abilities or potential; the imagination is the key to psychic perception, but, unchecked, it can so easily impair the quality of the 'transmission.' That the ability to glimpse 'beyond the veil' is a gift related to the capacity to imagine is one of the reasons why attempting to discern fact from fiction in the testimonies of experiencers is often very difficult. There is, in addition, a proven relationship between disocciation- often very pronounced in experiencers- and fantasy, which complicates things even further.

Now, those Sutton sightings. Looking at the can of Red Bull in front of me, I can confirm that the London address of this company is 12 Sutton Row. The Lincolnshire town in which 'celebrity abductees' Ann and Jason Andrews live in is Long Sutton; and reading The Hunger by Whitley Strieber, I saw that the name of the vampire's New York domicile is Sutton Place. The latter is a real neighbourhood located near Midtown and the Upper East Side; former residents have included Marilyn Monroe, rather tellingly, and the famous Illuminati architect, I M Pei, who still lives there. According to Wikipedia: 'The official residence of the United Nations Secretary-General is a five-story townhouse in Sutton Place. The townhouse was built for Anne Morgan, daughter of financier J. P. Morgan, in 1921, and donated as a gift to the United Nations in 1972.'

Saturn-Sutton strikes again, non?

And finally, the Oxford-Bullingdon synchs continue. A point made often on BTB is the frequency with which ideas or events, having penetrated the global consciousness, provoke echoes (or copycat events) whose appearance can not be explained by coincidence (or media contagion) alone. Pre-cogs like us seem to anticipate the arrival of these memes, and be a little more sensitive to them than the rest. My Oxford dream, for example, occurred just a couple of days before two stories appeared, both of which specifically referenced either the University or the notorious Bullingdon club itself. Now in today's Daily Mail we read:

'Four students pose glassy-eyed, blacked up and semi-naked in loincloths for an Africa theme party.

The extreme political incorrectness of the picture will horrify the Oxford University authorities.

Particularly since at least two of the students are members of the university's under-21 rugby squad, which is already under investigation for alleged anti-Semitism after inviting players to bring 'attractive Jewish girls' to a dinner last week.'

Full story here.

Considering the attention I have paid to Oxford in the past, either via Ellis Taylor or my own 'Goddess Trail' articles, and the fact that the cousin (and foxy girlfriend) I met at Tom's wedding the other day hail from the city, perhaps these synchs are a reminder from the uber-mind to keep on investigating.