INTRODUCTION "Miss Terry of the Odd Essay"
A Mystical Mythological tale embedded with hidden secrets by P McBrearty dms.astrol. GOTO Teen Goddess- 'easy access page"
#main charactersThis story actually began as a letter to my brother Charles, which I was writing while resting and meditating during 'off-season' time in the Mediterranian Island of "Cyprus". During the period mentioned, there were few English speaking people around, which made things so much more restful for me. As it was before the time of the Vernal Equinox, I was fortunate enough to be there to witness the festival, or, celebration of what is known as "Green Monday" -- or was it 'Clean Monday'? I still am not sure to this day as I have never actually delved into this again for some reason! I suppose it is the equivalent of our 'Easter' celebrations!?! -- but again, please don't quote me on this, I am not pretending to have any great knowledge of Cypriot culture! I am an 'Astrologer', #me a ' Musician' and 'Artist' , but if you would like to know more of me you can discover some personal details by clicking here --- #personal profile I had been out driving in the lush, green Cypriot hills one morning when suddenly, I turned a corner where a bushy area was blocking my view and got a bit of a fright! -- there before me as far as the eye could see were thousands of people! all of whom appeared to be in 'fancy dress'! and it was instantly obvious that this was no set-up 'Tourist Attraction'! like a 'Mardi Gras' or some other carnival that towns put on to attract tourists. People of all ages were sitting on their trucks and on car bonnets, in the grass etc. eating baskets full of fruit and drinking what appeared to be wine. They were dancing and laughing, some of the girls were wearing soldier's uniforms, some older men had flourescent long-haired wigs, boys on motorcycles were wearing blonde wigs and the children were running and playing, and singing and, .... well, there was certainly a lesson here on how to let-go and have natural fun! However, I had no way of driving 'back' and so had to continue right in amongst them! My slight fear was that I was the only outsider, and my imagination took over by thinking they might 'Sacrafice' me or something!!! Completely ludicrous of course, as they were only celebrating the begining of the year, the Spring Equinox was bringing in the summer, and they were celebrating the onset of the year and a fruitful season etc. From that point on something happened to me inside that was not tangible, not explainable, not trivial! Like an awareness or a prod with an electric stun-gun to my temples, I'd had my consciousness shifted or re-set, or who knows what! -- People are forever classifying everything from types of clothes-pegs! to states of consciousness, and they want to break everything down into neat little 'workable' portions so they can understand, and 'control' them! and if there is not enough money to be had, they can then easily throw them on the scrap heap and 'forget' them! Certain items, people, and areas of the locality began to draw me to them quite powerfully! yet inexplicably ! I suddenly found myself jumping up at around 5 pm. and going to my car and driving to some beach or other and photographing the sun-set! -- nothing unusual in that I suppose, but I knew inside that I 'HAD' to go and do it, -- not like a plan I had cultivated throughout the day, but very 'suddenly' it would wrench me from the chair and off along the road in my car! Often, the places I found myself at were located next to little churches, and I also noted that there were usually a few people around who would speak to me about, ... who knows!?! ... I can't remember now at all! .. but some of them were very attractive in an odd way which I still can't grasp mentally! Anyway, the whole thing about this page was only to give an outline of the story as an 'Introduction' --- but as is becoming usual for me, I got carried away! I'll leave it at that for now my friends, so on with the 'Intro'...........................
The following blurb describes a rough layout of both the origins of the story of "Miss Terry", as well as giving some brief details of the characters involved. Visual aids shall be used to enable the reader to have a more clear idea of some of these rather obscure creatures.
THE MAIN CHARACTERS #personal profile
Here are some 'bit-part' characters who may hold a certain charm of their own! All of these individuals are more easily experienced while reading if they have been previously installed within your mind's system.
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Hi! Me Here . Thank you for visiting these pages and I hope you call again, especially if you are visiting the 'Site' before the actual story of 'Miss Terry' is completed and typed into these pages.
Well, first of all, I'm male, was born in Scotland, and my name is Peter, or 'adastra'. I was raised in an area of Scotland which was at that time in the countryside, and close by a range of large hills -- it was actually a valley, and my memories of how the world appeared to me as a 6 month old child, and up through the following years, are of a countryside where colourful hills folded one upon another for as far as the eye could see. Each hill that met my eyes was in fact coloured mainly by the type of crop that was growing there, and so, the colours varied accorrdingly. This is an image which has stayed with me throughout my life, and is quite beautiful.
The town was, and is, "Clydebank", and WAS the place where for many years some of the largest and most beautiful ships that ever sailed the seas were built.... The "Queen Mary" -- "Queen Elizabeth" " the QE2" and so many more.
It was for this reason that Clydebank was targeted by the German Airforce as one of the first towns to be bombed at the start of World War Two --- and the devastation was terrible! The German "Luftewaffe" planes were 'scrambled' to bomb that small town and almost all of their deadly cargo of bombs was dropped on there over a period of around two days or so. (I'm not certain on the details as I write, dates etc, but will update later when I get hold of my notes -- sorry).
I will also be able to quote from some eye-witnesses who have their memories in print already, but this will also have to be a bit later.
Perhaps the only thing which stopped the total Destruction of Clydebank, was the simple fact that, during the 'Blackouts' at night, when the Luftewaffe airforce begun it's onslaught, they mistook a dual carriageway road, "The Great Western Road", for the river Clyde!! The Great Western Road cuts across Scotland and it runs past the outskirts of Clydebank, and out to the West coast. The river Clyde does much the same thing! So, in the darkness of 'Blackout' Clydebank, the planes made this error by bombing that road as it appeared as a long winding stretch of 'blankness' from above!
Unfortunately, they also bombed the actual town and many lives were lost, as well as many homes. The destruction was terrible, and the fear of the sound of planes was embedded in the minds of many who witnessed these events.
My parents' home was built after the war, and on the land close to the G. W. Road. So for me, playing in the large holes in the fields all around our home, and gathering frogspawn from the pools that had formed in the bottoms of these huge 'craters' was fun! The old 'foundations' of bombed farmhouses were also interesting in shape and form for a growing boy, and my Father never mentioned much about 'What' these interesting anomalies in our countryside were! It may have frightened a boy of 5 or 6 years old to picture in his head the exploding bombs and destruction!
So there it is! a general description of my first glimpses of this planet! and an idea of how the first images of life in the outer world were for me. I often wonder how these first imprints on ones mind affects the thinking for their entire life. I know the rudamentary views held by science and psychology in these matters, but take no more for granted that they are holders of the full truth, than I would enter the "Saccnuessian " Crater and journey to the center of the Earth!
After school years were over I fell head-over-heels into the overpowering grasp of the Music Business! I also began to study Art and would spend many years into the future, painting into the night with a group of fellow artists and musicians --
'bohemiens' and 'Beatniks' were the produce of the war, and anti-war, anti-bomb, anti-society were the slogans that encouraged a more peaceful approach to life. I don't think the full knowledge of how much pain, Death and destruction that was caused by 'WAR' had been understood prior to this time! and it was in part due to the advances in technology and the spread of information via radio and telephone etc that helped to increase the general awareness of these horrors! The young post-war generation were not going to listen to the feeble excuses of Political leaders any more and so that great archetypal phrase was born.......
............."BAN THE BOMB" !
Of course, it was a short route from there to the even more radical and personal approach of rebellion used by that wonderfully enigmatic and ever-expanding group -- "HIPPIES" ! (yipppppeeee)
I was never actually a 'Hippie' as such, but many, many, many, many of my best friends were! I agreed with the principals almost entirely but hadn't the commitment to actually 'live' the life: I was more scientifically, Musically, Artistically, and Philosophically inclined, and actually felt too much of an 'individualist' to join the 'Group', though I suppose I looked much the same!
However, we had some wonderful times playing in our band and finding many outlet vents for our bizzarre humour (we used to wheel onto the stage, old washing machines, vacuum cleaners, t.v. sets, furniture etc and the audience would be gazing all night in amazement! - wondering what we were going to do with, or, to them! at the end of the show we would just 'wheel' them all off again! -- leaving the crowd totally mystified!).
We also expressed ourselves in our outrageous dress sense (made our own clothes often) and our views on the 'New World Order': Alternative views on the construction of the Universe, After-life ideas, views on sexuality, philosophy, surrealist art forms etc... I remember one night when I slept with a young blonde girl on top of a pile of COAL! outdoors too, and next to a 'Night-Watchman's hut' after sitting drinking whisky with him and keeping warm by his fire! -- and at the time we both were wearing white trousers and shirts! The state we were in the following morning as we boarded the bus to go home must have been extremely strange to the other passengers! But we never were involved with hurting others, except perhaps by the shocking effect of our appearance at times!
So, I have spent most of my life as an artist, professional musician, Astrologer, done T.V. and Radio work, you know, not fixing tellies 'n' radios, but recording shows and taking part in radio interviews re. the music scene as well as playing music too.
Our band, (Sleeper) -- the last one before I broke free to a new life! -- had a single out called, ironically, "Terminal" written by American artist "Rupert Holmes" -- who's single "The Pina-Colada Song" reached number one in Britain at the time, -- he is a GREAT songwriter and greatly underestimated I would say! It would be worth investigating his stuff if you like good music and wonderfull, insightful lyrics. If you are 'Out There' Rupert, HI! and hope you are doing well.....
I have also worked a bit on councelling and helping alcoholics etc, as well as spending quite a bit of time as an Astrologer.
I studied astrology for four and a half years approx. with the well known school of astrology in Britain, the "Mayo School" before completing the 'Advanced course' on astrology and passing the exams, with 'Credit', and receiving my Diploma in the autumn of 1988, which I am very proud of.
I have always felt 'out of step' with the world and this has made things difficult for me at times. However, through the help of others I have managed to clean my act up, clear my head by avoiding all forms of our socially and culturally accepted drug, --- 'Alcohol', as well as almost any other kind of drug, -- within reason! -- (I am not a 'Martyr' and will take an asprin if I have a sore head) I also smoke cigarettes, though only a couple a day really as I don't experience much of a craving for them for some reason!?! -- I say 'for some reason?' because I am, by nature, quite obsessive!
The single, most effective action I have ever taken to transform my life, was to clear my life of alcoholic substances: to stop drinking the stuff that is! This decision has improved the quality of my life beyond all expectations. This action was accomplished on the 20th November, 1982. and I can say that I would hope to distance myself from this drug forever! I have never once wanted to go back to my drinking-style life through the years of freedom, and can truly say that for me, the further I distance myself from it, the more pointless and wasteful the whole thing was!
In "George Orwell's" highly acclaimed futuristic book, "1984" , the 'common' people were 'fed' a diet of cheap "Victory-Gin" and also 'cheap' pornography in order that they would be less interested in what was 'Really' going on in the world of 'Big Brother' ! -- these things kept them in a semi 'mogadoned' state of apathy. I believe that this is possibly what goes on today also! -- Apart from the tax revenue, what other reason is there for allowing millions of people to get blitzed out of their minds every week, fight, rob, run people over and kill them in cars, break into houses, shops etc, fill our hospitals and prisons with 'alcohol related' accidents and crimes, and so on ad infinitum?
Better get off my soap-box and shut up! I should remember that it is 'ME' who is 'OUT OF STEP' and keep my big mouth shut! All things in moderation and all that. Keep a balance in all aspects of your life and you won't go too far wrong! I should remember that it was 'I' who found it difficult to maintain any form of regular balance in the past! -- it's not always so easy now either!
The opening up of the W.W.W. or Internet was a great breakthrough as I see it. Globalization at last, though we are only scratching the surface at the moment I feel. The ability for people to be able to communicate with others throughout the globe is definitely got to be a good thing in so many ways: the sharing of ideas, and the realization that we are all one and inter-connected, and not so different from one another after all, has to be a step in the right direction I think. I also get the feeling that this thing could work by being 'Self-Regulating' -- People are always going on about the web 'NOT being policed' and therefore being 'Dangerous'. Although this is true to an extent I still think that a self-regulating internet could work better! especially if that self-regulation continued to 'block' those who tried to abuse the system.
We are in the infant classes at this moment in time, but we shall grow quicker than we think, just as our children are suddenly grown and mature in the wink of God's eye.
"As you sow, so shall you reap"
Sow some good seed today.
P McB/adastra. July 1998.
adastra@itl.net
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