We at Harlam already have our own Dictionary of new words which we use in everyday conversation without giving them a second thought. They have become as real to us in their own definitions as all those defined within Collin’s or perhaps the Oxford English dictionaries. These though are words we have created that do not exist anywhere else other than in the Harlam dictionary. (Well for now until other people like you start using them in the big wide world.)
This post though is about how we at Harlam use real world words but have given them a different meaning. Despite this when using them it is our new meaning that is applied as it has taken over that particular word.
Take “Pirate“, noun: A person who attacks and robs ships at sea, “a pirate ship”
For Harlin and Lamo this now means something completely different all because of an innocent use of it that occurred between the two of us. Usually because of the time difference, (Explained in our post The Time Lord Effect), it is Harlin who is the one already in to the bedtime zone when we are talking of an evening. One night last year as she became tired to the point of actually falling asleep she said;
“One of my eyes is closing, I’m turning into a Pirate”
At the time we laughed, said our good nights and that was it for the evenings communion of words. However a couple of evening sessions later when she reached the point were dreamland was approaching, she just said, “I’m getting all Pirate here again!”
It was at this very point the simple word Pirate had changed its meaning for us. In our conversations it now means; “I have reached the point where I am so tired I am falling asleep”. Completely different to its actual original definition.
It does raise the thought about how words were originally created and adopted.
Thinking about it, at some point one single individual came up with the original word, now somehow billions are using it. Yes of course it has an etymology that traces it back to other older words from Greek and Roman history. But take Pirate, at some moment in the past, someone must have pointed at a person with a patch over their eye etc. saying, “Pirate“. This then associated the word, no matter how it was originally derived, to this specific type of person. Now everyone in the world knows what pirate means, that is astounding.
(c) Harlin & Lamo The Lion 2019
We would love to hear from you. If you have words you use to mean something different than their original definitions, please do comment below! 🙂
Within the Subverse there are the SubSubs, we have described these in a previous post, The Subverse, where not only do entity’s that we would call sub conscious personalities originate but there are others that can become a much stronger forces within the conjoined Subverse. These are what we may think of as Gods, but only within the Subverse, these are what we term as “Sub Gods“.
Some of these are those that we believe can influence, or be responsible for certain things that we perceive, such as Luck, or as we believe Craziness.
One such Sub God that we have come to know is called “Crazith“, this is the Sub God that creates Craziness, (The good kind, within us). It is his, (Although there is no gender so her can also be used.), influence that through the Subverse can affect people within the Converse to appear to be acting in a strange manor, “crazy” as we would say. Yet this is not the fault of human’s conscious mind it is the affect that Crazith can have on us through the Subverse which then can manifest itself into the more visible Converse.
We at Harlam have learned to embrace his, (Or her), existence, as it is no threat to those Gods that others follow from the Converse, for these Sub Gods, influence is on us only within the Subverse which has a minimal effect upon humanity.
Now we at Harlam think that allowing Crazith into our Subverse and allow the affecting our sub conscious is a good thing, for he, (Or she), influences us to a slightly different way of subtle thinking. This leads to helping with creativity, with doing things that others don’t, for they have not yet accepted his, (Or her), or any of the other Sub Gods that are present within the Subverse.
As with the history of various Converse Gods that have been, lest then forgotten as humanity has moved on through the ages, there is of course that concept of appeasement. The “sacrificial” ceremony requirement to the Sub God you believe in to ensure that he, (Or she), blesses you with their influence. Crazith is no different in this, he, (Or she), will answer the call to those who believe strongly enough and offer up the sacrifice to him, (Or her). Crazith though is not a demanding Sub God and needs nothing more than you to sacrifice a Coffee in his, (Or her), name.
This is a simple enough ceremony that can be performed much like a prayer, you simply raise your Coffee aloft
and utter the simple chant, “With this coffee I ask you Crazith to bless me with the gift of craziness”. It is important though that after you finish the chant, you must end the ceremony with another quick toasting by lifting the coffee vessel whilst saying his, (Or her), name, Crazith once more to finish. (A sort of Crazith Sub God Amen if you like.). Then you sacrifice the coffee by its consumption through drinking it of course.
People offer wonder why it is people act crazy when they have consumed too much coffee, all hyper appearing crazy to others. Now you will understand that even though you have not yet embraced them, the Sub Gods are there in the SubSubs waiting to be called into the Subverse to bless you with their various gifts. Drinking the coffee without the chant to Crazith though gives rise to a form of the Craziness but it is a chaotic form. This is because it is the naughtier Sub God “Crazade“ that you have given rise to through not correctly following the sacrificial coffee taking fully. He, (Or she), Crazade will not bless you with the good crazy but sadly the more chaotic kind!
It is very important to remember when dealing with the Sub Gods that one must be very careful about the ceremonies relating to each that is undertaken. Also bear in mind the effects can be increased when two believers, as we at Harlam both are, (Crazithists), take the coffee with the chant but then finish with a touch of the cups, mugs, glasses etc. and say, Crazith one more time. (Again like an Amen.)
Throughout the history of this little blue planet we humans now inhabit, life has thrived. All be it in fits and starts with the occasional sprinkling of a mass extinction or two, (Well 5 that we know of to date!), allowing nature, the great designer to return to the drawing board to start all over again. During these turbulent cycles though there has been one true constant, unaffected, sat watching as these rebirths took place.
Even though it blankets just about four fifth’s, (That’s 70% in English money.), of this amazing rock that orbits our warming Sun, it almost goes unnoticed
or more taken for granted and that is the great ocean that has long since watched the changing shape of the lands as they have moved like a cosmic sloth around the curves of the planet. As we have already alluded to though, it alone has paid witness to all the designs of life that nature has worked to create over the millennia. It has seen them rise, fall, then finally to disappear for ever. Each in their brief turn making room for that which inevitably follows.
This got us to thinking that if there is an unseen true worldly wisdom then it is maybe hidden within those great depths of this almost eternal watery presences memory.
Often does Lamo sit upon the shore looking out at this great guru that he has long held somehow has the answers to all those questions that will collect within our tiny human minds? Nothing more than a raindrop to the vast knowledge held in this tidal mind that has constantly ebbed and flowed keeping a continual watch upon this world.
Life itself was born from its very bosom, it is the parental source from which all life was originally cast. It has nurtured the living children that have roamed both the vast warmth of its belly to those that left to build their home upon the ever changing land. Lest us not forget that even today, as we humans have the arrogance to believe we are the dominant species this planet has to offer, an incredible 94% of all life lives protected within the ocean itself! (Lets just say that again 94% of all life lives in the ocean!).
Remember to that as you take those breaths of oxygen reading this thought of ours, that same Ocean provides 70% of our planets precious Oxygen that is also needed to sustain life. Without it we humans would not even exist. (That is a point we should all take time to remember!)
Back to the reason behind our post though. The film, “The Shawshank Redemption“, quotes the famous movie line;
“They Say The Pacific Has No Memory”
Here at Harlam we do not harbour this thought to carry merit for one second, we put forward this question to you. Do not the oceans hold all those memories within the infinite capacity of its timeless mind? We think the line would be better written as, “The Pacific Ocean does not judge the actions of a life that is but a single ebb to its timeless existence.”, for is not this much more an accurate view?
Has it not during it’s time read the entire library written by all life that has penned a chapter upon the Earth?
Bear in mind the harsh truth that with the almost infinite memory capacity this wonderous watcher has, we are but a few cups of space. It will see us as nothing more than a short chapter in the cycle of life extinctions it has already been witness to. There will be no tears shed as we likely become number six in this continual re-design of natures drawing board. It will continue to watch, adding more notes to it’s library of knowledge long after we have become a couple of small volumes on a shelf of history.
People take this vast knowledge holder for granted, here we think those that choose to believe can hear it speaking through the gentle words of its waves upon those shores of uncertainty that we sit with our unanswered questions.
There is a word that describes people like us which is, Thalassophile, (What a great word this is.), which refers to a person who loves the seas and the oceans. Here at Harlam we are definitely guilty as charged to being defined by this word.
We both conceive that the oceans hold all the answers for those willing to take the time to understand, to respect, more importantly to stop to listen this mighty parent that can also be our best friend. In essence as our title says the ocean does have an eternal memory.
Don’t get us wrong it is lovely to see New Year’s Eve just as a reminder that humanity has continued to survive somehow. (We really do wonder how though!) But we at Harlam have to raise a great concern that really bugs us both. Why we spend so much money on this like the luxury extravagance it is? I’m pretty sure New Years Eve didn’t ask us to throw money at it like we do.
Yet London alone spent an estimated £3,250,000. on this display, (That’s in 2019 when this log was written.), that is not including the extra demand on the already underfunded Police, Ambulance and Fire services. Unfortunately there are many party revelers can’t even enjoy this event without being completely stupid about it! How do we even begin to calculate the cost that creates to the tax paying public? Whilst we mention London here, we are talking about all the Cities around the Globe that put these expensive displays on, New York, Sydney etc.
Then in the aftermath there is the clean up costs of the discarded tons of litter city dwellers simply expect to magically disappear rather than take on the responsibility themselves. (We‘d like to see what they thought if strangers left litter in their houses!!) More cost, not just financially but the extra addition to those already vast landfills created as another hidden result of this supposed celebration.
Further more does anyone consider the air in the multiple Cities within each of the countries around the world, already well polluted slowly choking us already. (Lamo has noticed that there seems to be a lot more people coughing than ever before, coincidence? Doubt it.) Why do we add all this extra firework smoke into the already overworked ecological system? Just so we have something pretty to watch for 10 minutes that adds to the already indefinite environmental damage we have done.
Think about this whist the affluent few were partying drunk on the street, the homeless
were undoubtedly moved along from the usual warm spots to be completely forgotten about so the rest could be indulged. As they drank, ate and partied watching millions of pounds simply light up the sky for what is simply just another night of the year! These people were scavenging on hands and knees just to find some where to try and get a few hours sleep, or a scrap of food from a rubbish bin somewhere. (Not forgetting that we are not a wasteful society anyway!).
As a prelude thought to our final thought on this, why not turn these huge celebrations into environmentally green affairs?
Use modern technology, that we so love, to our planets benefit? These produce no air pollution, more than this the units are re-usable to. They could be used for any and all big celebrations throughout the year. Thus whilst they may have an initial cost this would negate itself the more they are used unlike the one time use firework? (We are not business people but even we can see the financial benefit here!) These days with computer driven cleverness they can be made to create displays that would be impossible for fireworks, yet just simple programming for modern technology?
In fact taking this even further these could be recreated in Virtual Reality to be broadcast to people’s smartphones that can’t be there in person so they don’t miss out. (This would be an almost exact copy of the actual display to!). Why not use this technology we human’s have so much pride about to also benefit the planet that we ALL live on?
Our final thought is therefore to ask it is why are Cities around the world are wasting money on such an indulgence like this when that huge budget could be used to feed and home, even if briefly, those trapped in a broken life on the streets? Surely it is far more human to forgo what is in reality a lavish waste of money that does more harm than good to the environment to give those few needy people the priceless gift of hope?
We were talking about the search for intelligent life in the Universe which got us at Harlam to thinking, (Again). There is a huge amount of real estate surrounding us on on planet Earth in to which many neighbours must well have moved. At the current count it is estimated that there are something like 1,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 planets out there somewhere. (That’s an awful lot of zeros!). If only a tiny fraction have spawned life then that is a lot of species out there somewhere.
Even taking in to account the scientific thought in regard to all the time that has past since the Universe’s supposed noisy start, (Mind you is it like the tree, if no one was there to here this Big Bang did it actually make a noise?), fourteen or so billion years, where they say it is possible that other civilisations could have come and gone already. Lets face it the odds are that there is more than likely a lot of other life out there at this very moment.
With this knowledge we have we spend all this time sending out these invitations to them hoping, expecting, for some kind of reply. Pointing our radio transmitters along with receiving dishes in all directions of that oh so vast sky getting despondent as we have had no reply.
Here is the thought we had though.
Knowing humanity as it is right now, (It’s not in what could be classed an A state, more like a Z at best.), what we have done to this planet, our violent history; if you were intelligent life out there would you want to respond to us? We doubt it very much. Think about who we act when we are confronted with someone with those horrible traits. We ourselves do the very same thing when we see someone we don’t like; we simply choose to ignore them, hoping they’ll disappear never to be seen again. (Whilst we breathe a great sigh of relief.)
Why should we expect any less of ‘intelligent’ life toward us? (After all it is not called intelligent for no reason!) Let’s face it we are truly the rowdy neighbour of the housing estate known as the Universe. Trashing the nice house we have, shouting, screaming at each other, polluting the once nice clean place they once enjoyed. Who in the Universe, (And their right mind!), would want contemplate welcoming us to the neighbourhood? Yet alone want to borrow a cup of sugar or invite us round for dinner, perhaps a warm get to know you BBQ?
We seriously believe there may well be sign posts up around our solar system that we can’t see with messages to interstellar travelers, “Do not Enter – Contaminated Zone” Put up by those ‘Anceint Aliens‘ we believe visited us in our human adolescence. (Took one look at us and said, “NO we’re leaving, Good Bye. Putting the warning signs up as they left!) Which is why we have never been visited by extra-terrestrial life since, likely never will either.
Any kind of life that is intelligent will see us as a petulant child more interested in destruction than learning. Let’s face it despite everything in our past that should act as a warning, (The red flag could not be much bigger!), to our own forthcoming potential demise, we still carry on the same. Who in their right mind wants to get to know someone like that? That’s an easy answer, absolutely no one.
They would be as likely to visit us as we would want a package holiday in a War torn country on our own planet right now. No, they are more likely to be simply watching us through their remote viewing technologies, much like we watch a comedy show on our TV’s here. Tuning in to our on going human calamity comedic actions, not believing a species could be so dumb, laughing at us as we head towards the inevitable series ending. (There will be no second series of the the humanity show either.)
Maybe humans were actually seeded by alien intelligence all those millennia ago as some theorists now believe. If so then they probably look at as now as we would an ant farm that has become a colossal failure. (If Ants acted like we do, we’d think the same don’t kid yourself.) Leaving us forgotten in a dark corner to simply whimper out of existence as we are simply not worth their time now.
Here is our concluding thought on this.
We need to address ourselves to becoming a more civilised, compassionate, caring human civilisation who respect our own planet along with the true balance of nature plus the infinite harmonious beauty of the Universe.
For until then we two think this is why we will not get responses to our human communications sent out to those intelligent beings that do live in harmony with the Universe and their own selves. They will simply ignore us and we will remain alone in the Universe as they watch us destroy ourselves. In the end simply raise a toast and say, “Good Riddance”.
We write here tonight with our hearts heavy, full of sadness not because there has been a tragedy to either of us or someone we know but that we see around us that we have reached such a sad point in modern society.
It was a comment that Harlin made in a conversation that started Lamo to respond with the following long thought, (To be fair our thoughts always are!).
I was raised to be polite, compliment people, listen, be tolerant thanks to my amazing parents. Growing up in a very rural part of the English countryside where there are few people for miles around, you make the most of any social moment. Becoming a very naturally forward person but with good intent in your heart.
But it gets me that we live in a generation now were if I were to compliment a young lady I passed on the street, or in a public place somewhere, she would more likely slap me or claim sexual harassment or even abuse?
Yet now even I so often find I have to hold my tongue more especially in public because I can no longer assume that talking to a stranger will be taken with the good intent it would be given, especially with young ladies. I am from a generation where beauty is appreciated and acknowledged in whatever form it exists. How do such phrases as, “Just wanted to say your very beautiful“, or perhaps, “What a lovely smile” become so seemingly sinister now? When they are given with absolutely no intent behind them other than to make that person feel more appreciated.
Harlin raised the point that when interactions happen there is a wealth of communication made subconsciously through body language which should convey the actual intent of the meaning behind this act of random kindness?
Lamo then postulated that perhaps then it is more localized societies such as London, (Where Lamo has his pride.), has forgotten how to understand body language in that random brief moment. Further the pressure of that modern rat race society has created an invisible protection barrier around them that is now not let down for anything. Even a random act of kindness in a simple compliment is now a crime as it to is considered as breaking that invisible barrier?
A generation or so ago it would be taken as what it was meant, generally a man to woman, a compliment, a raise of the hat with a, “Good Morning ladies” as they passed in the street, sure perhaps the lady might blush a little. But now too much is read into it for some reason regardless of body language especially in places like London. Maybe with women receiving it, there is a subconscious alarm going off within them because of the more violent nature of such societies, “Is he going to attack me, or worse” Thus they now don’t blush because they don’t want to become a victim, so they attack back whether intentional or reflex action. Even to a good intention kind word or two with passive body language.
Maybe, Lamo added, that it’s also that it’s such a sexual society now, it’s about sex in this day and age, thus any compliment no matter how it’s delivered, especially from man to woman, is seen automatically as a chat up line, a lead with strings attached, which is taken by them as, “I want to fuck you” Not just a passing remark to make someone smile.
There is a slight difference in these acts as between woman it is a more relaxed attitude for they can say such things as, “That’s a lovely dress“, or perhaps, “I love your hair“. Then a, “Thank you” is returned with a smile, no aggression.
Harlin, (Being a woman.), said that from her point, I have complimented so many ladies . Some took it as a prank, a joke, a lie and few seriously. The problem was not in my approach. It was their, “mind set“.
So we reach the crux of the problem here, that somehow society has over a generation changed how this, “mind set”, of people has been so radically changed by modern day society. Here we have seen a change in the way that human interaction has been changed for the worse with the simple act of paying a random stranger a simple compliment. There are many other things it affects to but for this post it was how this response has become so volatile almost that people are drawn away from such human interaction, men will now not be chivalrous to a lady because of this?
This is what makes our hearts so sad that Chivalry is now likely to take you to court. How has the world reached such a point?
Lamo’s mind wonders if this is what drives us in this modern age to become more anonymous as well as isolated
from others through the veil of social media as well? We feel this gives as some layer of protection against this political correctness gone mad?
For us we feel it makes us so much less human.
Our heart sinks with heaviness for the future for it means more people like Lamo that are simply friendly, want to interact with people around us, stop doing so. The world is becoming a London Tube ride, where it is now an unwritten rule in a place were there are so many other humans around you, that you don’t talk to anyone in the carriage.
We all love this stuff that keeps the contents of our parcels safe from harm. There is a therapeutic sense of relief that is bigger than the excitement of what ever it was that it once wrapped. We almost discard that just so we can get that unrivaled stress relief of slowly, methodically popping each of those little bubbles, pop, pop, ooh pop until we reach that sad point where there are only a couple left, then two then there is just the last one.
What amazing stuff this is, Bubble wrap was invented in 1957 by engineers Alfred Fielding and Marc Chavannes in Hawthorne, New Jersey. Believe it or not it started life as two shower curtains, (No we kid you not!), creating a smattering of air bubbles, which they originally tried to sell as wallpaper. (No seriously we are not making this up!). When the product turned out to be unsuccessful as wallpaper, the team marketed it as greenhouse insulation, (Well you would wouldn’t you?). It was not until 1960 that it was first used as protective wrapping by none other than IBM to wrap is then 1401 computer. All this is covered in greater depth on Wikipedia, on this link, The Bubble Wrap Story.
However Harlin, was explaining that she had been having one of her regular subconscious conversations, (Yes with herself!), about a thought around this plastic wonder of air bubbles. She came up with this beautifully profound yet simple thought in this real conversation we were having;
“Each and every moment is like “Air trapped in a bubble of a giant bubble wrap. Once you pop it (as in live in the moment) life is never the same.”
When thinking about this it was a great metaphor about life, which drove us to pen this little piece for our Blog site and share with you.
Life is often, rightly to, looked as a long series of individual single moments, that once they have passed, we cannot get back. Also we think of the Universe as this huge curved sheet full of space and time, so why can we not apply this same principal to life? Now we have a comparison of all our individual moments in life as these little, fragile air bubbles on this huge but not infinite sheet of life. As we travel through our lives we are slowly bursting each of these precious moments, releasing the precious air it contains that then disappear for ever more.
But much more than this we have altered the state of that whole sheet, life into a new shape that will never ever be the same again, as Harlin so eloquently describes in such a beautifully simple thought. Every time a single little moment of our life is burst, that underlying layer has been fundamentally changed by the tiniest of actions on our part, changing the whole shape of our life.
The second thought on this is when we have a big roll of Bubble Wrap we have no idea how many of those little individual moments it may contain for us to have the satisfaction of popping throughout life. It must be remembered that it is not an unlimited sheet that rolls on forever with an infinite set of them, so it is important that as we slowly burst these moments.
We must take time to appreciate how precious each and every one is before they fade out of existence, to savour the subtle difference there is in every pop of that air being released because if we truly listen each of those moments has its own truly individual sound.