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Monday 18 June 2007

Daily Merlin: 'is this the quiet period?


Tauranga New Zealand
Original photograph by Matthew James



How quiet is the situation now going to get with it all seemingly going on behind the scenes? Are we best now all doing other things and letting events take their natural progression? Is it a question worth asking? Not really ... especially when nothing has been resolved. It is not possible to return back to normal lives. An impulse drives the instinct to turn attention to other things and let things be. That can only be seen as being impossible. Life can never be the same; not after the significant events of the last five weeks. So much has changed. The world is different now to then. It is impossible to forget and return to daily lives. It just cannot be done. There are still pieces out of place and missing. Energies are still disrupted and unleashed. Matters are at hand which need to be resolved before ever peace can return.

Trying to make sense of this maze drives me on. It is so difficult to see; so much to assume. But recently glimmers of feedback shone in the dark walls which gave some satisfaction. Perhaps we do look in the right direction. Maybe the assumptions we make are the right ones to make. But with scant new's coverage to come ... what is the focus to keep us going? If it is indeed the quiet period it will get even harder ... some adversary wishes that way. It's not sufficient to be able to track the location of the little girl; to sense her life signs (which incidentally still seem strong and healthy) ... there is a need now to dig deeper and glean more. In an attempt to truly understand all that has been to perhaps perceive what is to come. The tracks in the trail have been covered by a canny scout ... so there are no clues that way. But ... resonances remain forever in the aether. In the very air itself . Thus by linking with the element of air; we might just recover a hint of the picture.

Transcript
10.11pm - 10:40pm
NZ
Monday 18 June 2007


I sense a running cool mountain stream. A road which passes through a mountainous landscape. A 4x4 vehicle with young children seat belted inside. A sense of adventure; a holiday. A unity of sharing a new experience. Where, what and why ... I cannot tell. I know not if it relates at all to the situation. But this is in the past tense.

A white yacht in open seas. Children below deck sleeping through tossing seas.

A red car waiting on a dock wharf. A pair of binoculars focussed on the open seas.

Raphael, a human name not the angel because this is no angel. Watching someone wander down steeply declining streets. Military precision a group track and those they track are not even aware. All of the trackers pray in the same hall at night. Silent and sworn not to repeat what a black suited man recites to them. It is embedded firmly in their minds.

Raised voices along a corridor. Perhaps a ward. Angry voices and slamming of doors. Denise and Julie are seemingly important names.

Impressions only. Relevant I cannot tell. I will leave them here ... its the same adage --- I'm uneasy with the content but if I discard it and it was proven to be relevant at a later date; it is easier to leave it and be wrong. There is no harm in being wrong. A relevant statement to someone too proud to ask for help

Going against the grain. Weighted dice. Soon be time for a phone to ring and that answer should be easy.

7 - The Chariot
Seven of Weapons
6 - The Lovers
Six of Crescents

The first thing to note -- 7676 - a clear pattern emerging. The emergence of order and precision. Something has been carefully planned by someone. Military precision. Worked out to the finite of details. Played to the letter. The Media, the Police even Team Madeleine. This is not a straightforward situation which has been said a number of times before. But going over old ground ... it is possible to see a real pattern emerging. The Charioteer ... demands the observers attention; stares right into the eyes of the observer and distracts attention. Anything could be occurring in the carriage behind him. We only have his word nothing is taking place. Go back to the start of it all; there is every right to begin the questioning relating to the night of her abduction again. Something fundamental is missed. A flaw in that too perfect plan. Someone close to it all has doubts; had time to think. Interview again and they will reveal a crack in that machinery. Fundamentally cause must be established ... the clues are there ... and the reasoning behind the flaming sword can be deduced ... just by all the apparent aid provided. Just by the direction of the trail. Its out there in open view the who and why. But nobody dares accuse such powerful eyes. Hands behind the scenes play such a part ... such a role. All of influence play their part to keep the entire scene harmonised. Like yin and yang opposing sides appear in collaboration; yet behind the scenes a real pearler of a conflict is brewing. Traditional values threatened to come tumbling down ... perhaps it is meant -- maybe the flaming sword should be deduced. There are sufficient clues to see that something antiquated requires fresh ideas. New life in a decadent system. But alas there will be insufficient time to contemplate it all as this quiet period must soon draw to a close as some impatient individual cries out 'get on with it' ... and the media circus arrives for another round. But what will it be this time? Another sighting ... this time more believable than the last time around? Another phone call ... another letter ... there is something theatrical about the props that someone keeps providing. Surely, most surely all this attention must herald some results ... I will treat it suspiciously if someone were to announce they've seen and also talked to Maddy ... perhaps. Maybe not. But something awaits manifestation. I sense it as I feel the air around me vibrate. The resonance of menace is building again. Discovery seems not around the corner just yet ... though the signs are healthy still. Closer and closer that day arrives. But there are still bridges to cross and corners to turn before that celebration.