Sexy Quantum Breakdown.

Warning. This is long-ish as I have time on my hands (you'll see why as you read on) plus is the 'Quantum' that I alluded to in my last blog.

Beware.... lol
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I'm fascinated by the latest 'Quantum' science which is turning much of what we, and scientists thought we knew about anything and everything upside down and topsy Turvey.

'Quantum Entanglement' is right there at the very cutting edge and if I'm reading it right (you are invited to laugh at this point readers.) it seems that at every moment of every day we are all affected by, and interacting with, squillions of entangled quantum particles.

The theory and the un-understandable squiggly equations of the mathematicians are telling us so; but the fundamental nature of 'Quantum world' is the very stuff of thinking itself. This creates difficulties around designing and carrying out experiments or trials in order to get hard scientific proof of what is actually going on. You can't do an experiment if by just thinking about it the intricate boundaries and balances of the experiment itself keep changing.

As I see it, where we are at right now is that just about everything science has told us, or taught us, to believe in as 'absolute fact' is back in the multi discipline scientific boiling pot of spooky quantum stew. This re-evaluation by the many scientific disciplines, of all 'known stuff', includes seriously, and scientifically looking into areas such as coincidence, para-normal, clairvoyance, spooky etc etc.

There has been, and is, a lot of excellent science with first class peer reviews in prestigious journals already done in this area.

'Psi' (Psychic experience) research will however; always be an area that has to work ten times harder than conventional science to get solid, verifiable and repeatable evidence accepted into the harsh academic domain of skeptical conventional or traditional science.

This is simply down to the fact of human conditioning around anything spooky, religious or smacking of pseudo science. Or indeed anything that fundamentally challenges our long held understanding or status quo. We all of us become skeptics very quickly when, for example, listening to someone tell a tall story while insisting: "It's true, it really did happen, I'm not kidding you on." For every solid scientist working in this 'Psi' field there are three times as many learned skeptical scientific critics.

My interest is sparked by the crossover of today's available scientific research and my own various and, so say, unexplainable happenings throughout my life. Not bad or particularly spooky experiences but just regular unexplainable happenings some of which are so common I rely on them and, as the other day, laugh at them and their mischief. Others fall into the realm of 'senior moments' or just a plain old self accusation of: 'How could I be so stupid'.

Now; entangled quantum particles are funny little things. There are lots of them in each of our cells and they are always intimately and instantaneously connected with a mate somewhere out there in the twitchy quantum space and time world that I, and I suspect others too, just cannot get our heads around. But for now let's just say this mate out there in quantum Land can pull strings. Those strings in turn literally twitch my daily reality moment by moment as I think, either consciously or unconsciously. This moment by moment thinking by me gets my resident entangled particles and his or her mates to chat and act.

Oh! One other thing about our quantum particle and his/her entangled mate. They are opposite. If I think '1' then entangled mate will instantaneously pull string number '0'. I think '0' and entangled mate pulls string labelled '1'. This is different to my smart phone or computer. If I press '1' then '1' comes up on the screen. So the computer screen I am looking at roughly, bar the odd mistake, reflects what is in my mind. This is not quite how it happens in the quirky quantum world of my daily reality.

My Motorhome, Rap3, is merrily spinning along the minor roads of Galicia, North West Spain. We've just left the very pleasant city of 'Ponte vedra' to toddle round the coast on my slow Southwards wandering journey. In my mind is 'Repsol fuel garage' for no specific reason other than I like to be consistent with the fuel I feed to Rap3. Normally they are everywhere, I am always passing them. But remember, I had this thought already in my mind so my resident quantum entanglers were sending out the message to their mates out there in quantum Universe. Yup: you've guessed. Not one 'Repsol' fuel stop appeared. My entanglers mates were of course twitching the strings of the universe in different 'quirky' and somewhat opposite directions. I passed plenty of fuel stations, just not 'Repsol' ones.

The situation was not at all urgent. In fact I remember chuckling at the situation as for me it really is a very common recurring mischievous theme or happening or call it what you like. What you want appears abundantly until that is, you actually really do want it and start concentrating on finding it. Then, whatever it is disappears.

The day continued and was a pleasant one. Lunchtime arrived as I pulled into 'Boira's' fishing port car park. All thoughts of fuel stops were now of course out of my mind. I step outside for a pleasant walk around this busy little coastal town. Not ten paces had passed before I espied just around the corner: yup! You've guessed it again. A 'Repsol' fuel station. Again I chuckled at the shenanagins of my quantum particle residents plus mates and their ability to mischievously tug at my daily, moment by moment world.

There is also, at least there is in my world or reality, a more serious side to this 'Quantum affect'. That's where I'm at right now. The balancing up, the swinging back of the pendulum, the sending out of too many quantum particle '1's or too many' 0's rather than a good balance. Unfortunately that is another simple fact of human nature. If we're in a good place, we want to stay there. If we're in a bad place we want out immediately.

This years trip, as attested to in my previous blog, was going well. Very well in fact. I have been very much at peace with myself, Rap3 has been on best behaviour and All in all Universe seemed to be looking after me ok. Even though this year I am without my beloved little canine friend Tanya.
 

As I strolled leisurely along the sandy beach watching rollers surfing in with whitecaps breaking and being peeled off by the offshore wind I thanked Universe for her benignity. I stopped still and quiet for a few moments before continuing my walk along this part of Portugals beautiful Atlantic beach at 'Apulia'. My walk was  a return one to 'Ramalha' beach car park where Rap3 was safely parked up.

There was an almost imperceptible disturbance though, at the back, way, way back, of the mind. I dropped something and noted I got unusually agitated. Later there was a very rowdy couple right behind Rap3 having their own way with the Universe. There's was definitely a 'f***ing ecstatic one! This uninvited external eroticism soon calmed down, as it does (lol) and a good nights sleep was enjoyed.

Next morning too, all was good and as I busied myself preparing to leave I mentally noted the short but sturdy and erect marker posts in front of Rap3.

"Must reverse out" I thought.

Half an hour later I turned the key, started up Rap3 and drove forward straight into the marker posts. Crunch, graunch and brown radiator water pouring out from underneath.

"F***ing hell Steve what have you done!"

In that instant and in particular with my use of the 'f' word it hit me. Quantum Entanglement and the conundrum of opposites.

Last night normal, ecstatic and noisy outside and at the rear of Rap3 with me having nothing whatsoever to do with the goings on apart from hearing them. Whereas this morning, even though consciously I had made sure I was fully aware of a potential hazard it was full on 'Steve is getting f***ed up' at the front of Rap3 with accompanying noises, movement, shock and horror and me 100% fully involved. Pretty well the opposite of ecstacy.

The previous nights external ecstacy also concluded with a driving away from the scene of action, which I never heard as presumably I had fallen asleep. I also was not about to hear any driving away from the present set of circumstances either. With a busted radiator there was only going to be one exit from my dilemma and that was going to be on the back of a breakdown truck.

Time has moved on and right now I'm staring out of a hotel window onto the damp, grey and cloudy urban hill landscape of 'Viana do Castelo'. I was here a few days ago in the sunshine parked down by the river and I enjoyed this cosmopolitan touristy town very much. Rap3 is now in a garage 3km away awaiting the arrival of parts. Meanwhile my 3 star, and ok, hotel is courtesy of my European breakdown recovery insurance.

All in all an unfortunate happening but one where time and money (the repairs are not gonna be cheap!) will eventually return a new normality.

Now; I know what you are saying about my 'Quantumisation' of the happenings. It is to be expected, along with the 'scoffing at' and the full blown 'what ridiculous assumptions'. I don't blame you. Such reactions are, In effect, perfectly normal and standard skeptic treatment. It is also pointless me trying to justify my quantum claims as so far science cannot separate or verify such individual claims/happenings from being in the realm of straightforward chance.

However; Science, in particular 'Para Psychology' (again 'Psi' research) has  for many years now proved emphatically that human quantum Entanglement (mind matter, matter mind or mind to remote mind) does, and is, happening way above what would be expected from mere chance.

These phenomena are now well documented and in fact pretty well accepted as fact. Military, gambling, insurance plus others use such information in their algorithm driven worlds on a daily basis. But we, the unwashed general public rarely hear about it.

Well; you'll be pleased to hear I'm going to leave it there. Apart that is from three or four quotations and to encourage reading around the subject if this blog has sparked interest.

However; let me assure you dear reader that if you have got this far I'm more than pleased and perfectly happy for you to apply or pour on whatever stream of skepticism or downright ridicule you wish.

I'd rather you stay safe than join this unpredictable, quirky and sometimes crazily baffling world that I seem to have popped up in.
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Quote 1 (me) an attempt to put into words what repeatedly happens to me.

"I have observed when a situation happens involving heightened emotion, trauma, or deep/meditative mind states; then, at some future point a similar situation will be created. This second situation is non predictable. It will contain similarities, links, direct and opposites (sometimes direct geometric) that, when consciously post-examined, clearly relate it to the original situation".

The 'links', differences and possible 'geometric opposites' are important in that they establish an observable pattern as opposed to Chaos and Chance. They also enable removal of language usually associated with such happenings. Eg: coincidence, para normal, spooky, de ja vue, etc.

Quote 2 (Carl Jung)

"Loneliness (Ed - in my case a perfectly acceptable 'Aloneness') does not come from having no people about one, but from being unable to communicate the things that seem important to oneself, or from holding certain views which others find inadmissible.”

Quote 3  ('www.livescience.com' referring to Quantum experimentation by scientist Geraldo Barbosa.)

"..... it means our macroscopic brains can pick up subtle, microscopic quantum effects."

Quote 4 (Dean Radin. 'Entangled minds' Kindle edition.)

..... (now)... "I believe we will continue to find increasingly strong reasons to believe that some of the strange effects (already) observed in the microscopic world exist, not only in exotic realms, but also in the more intimate domain of human experience".

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Pontevedra & a dumping, 😱

"I'm glad Rap3 is tucked in safely and sheltered by those trees". I said as I set out donned in full wet weather gear for my 20 minute walk down to the 'end of the world'.

If you travel westerly facing European coasts you have to resign yourself to inclement weather. Scotland, Ireland, Wales, all stunning and wild coastal scenic masterpieces as long as you keep regularly visiting them in order you experience them, at least some of the time, at their benign best. The majority of visiting time is, just by the west coasts very nature, stunning in different ways. Cloudscapes, storms and squalls crossing the ocean toward you. Within a space of 10 minutes you are invariably subject to mist, fog, horizontal rain and buffeting, verging on hurricane force winds eddying up from dizzying cliffs and spectacular surf shows far far below.

'Fisterra' (Finistere) is no different. 

"I enjoyed my visit to the end of the world'. 

Reads the plaque commemorating Stephen Hawkins 2017 visit. The wind and rain certainly battered and buffeted me as I walked down to the lighthouse and past the tatty souvenir shop. Right out to the point I went along with two bedraggled pilgrims who determinedly had completed the whole of the 'Santiago de Compostella' pilgrimage. The tradition is that at 'Fisterra' you burn the clothes you walked the pilgrimage in as they can take you no further. Evidence of this tradition in one or two well used and blackened rock faces was there to see. Not today though and my two bedraggled pilgrims having completed their arduous task were a little later seen climbing into a taxi presumably to their hotel and, I hope, some TLC. 

So there we are then. I was standing among the jumble of rocks at Finisterre, the most Westerly point of the whole European continent. The wind moderated, the rain stopped and rays of sunshine skipped across the ocean between misty masses of dark ocean squalls in the distance. Not magical but always inspiring, thought provoking and for January excellent weather as it was very warm. Something you don't get on equally impressive lumps of headland rock in Scotland, Wales or Ireland in January!

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I like 'Pontevedra' sitting as it does in a bend of the 'Rio' estuary, here in SW Galicia. A lively, tourist and Moho friendly town, even in January. There are lovely river walks plus a charming Old Town where this afternoon I located the 'Office d' tourisme' and courtesy of their Wi Fi downloaded two more books to my Kindle.

I was intending moving on further South but weather this morning was gorgeous so instead set out for a long walk up the river. People out running, walking, rowing, kayaking and numerous doggy walkers. The sports and fitness facilities here are very prominent as they are all over France and Spain. Anyway I didn't get quite as far as I wanted to as I had what is known as an 'Oesophagal dumping' (bit like a diabetics hypo) incident which left me light headed, dizzy and fatigued. I knew what was happening and just had to rest a bit till the worst passed and then slowly walk back to Rap3, my sanctuary. By the time I did get back I was over the worst but tired out and needing a bit of a lie down... read hour & a half's sleep! Hence my shorter walk this afternoon in the warm sunshine to Old Town. No further 'dumping' but its early to bed for me tonight as I still feel a degree or two under what I would consider to be normal.

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Up and about today and feeling normal. In fact it has been a good day, good weather with a lovely beach sunset at 'Camposancos' which is the southernmost point of Galicia where I look across the 'Rio Minhos' to Portugal. If they let me in I'll be there tomorrow.

The drive from 'Pontevedra' was beautiful, apart from the busy port and shipbuilding centre of 'Vigo'. Bit austere and very busy. Hug the coast and continue South though; and I guarantee a very pleasant and quiet drive. In fact a very genteel ramble through numerous rather attractive beach resorts. Stopped off at 'Baiona' and took the bike for a trip round the island based Fort guarding the entrance to 'Vigo's' magnificent and natural deep water harbour. Yup; a good day with even a little time to start my latest book by Professor Dean Radin on Quantum Entanglement, the new cutting edge of science which is literally forcing a re write of much established, traditional and classic science. But I'll tell you more about that in my next blog. Bet you can't wait eh! 

2020. I'm off again.

Today proved my hunch was right. I've been watching the weather charts, in particular the position of the Jet Stream, for a few weeks. What seemed to be different this year was the Jet Stream looked a little further West than normal. This in turn seemed, to my uneducated way of looking at it, to be allowing warmer and drier weather over Asturia (NW Spain) and down the West Coast of Portugal.

Now I normally avoid West during Jan/Feb as the East Med Coast is traditionally drier and brighter. Note I did not say warmer. Readers of my previous blogs will be familiar with my yearly rants about how surprised I always am at the bitter cold winds that cut you in half which prevail all down the Eastern Med during Jan Feb & sometimes March.

This year though things are different. For a start I have no little doggy with me which prompted me to book the Portsmouth to Santandar ferry. In January this is always a risky crossing if you do not have good seafarers legs. No problem for me but after one previous awful crossing I had, against my better judgement, booked Tanya in the on board kennels. It was not good and I basically sat with her in my arms the whole night as she was traumatised, sick and trembling. I swore never to do it again unless I could get one of the few doggy friendly cabins. These are as rare as hens teeth and notoriously difficult to book. Consequently this is the first year I have returned to doing this trip after several years absence.

As usual the large Brittany Ferry was heavily populated with us silversurfers in our Moho's and the trip did not disappoint. We all got a good rough weather pounding as we rounded Brittany and ploughed our way through the Northern half of the bay of Biscay. I'm one of the lucky ones with the level of my discomfort being no more than having to keep knife pressed down on plate to keep it in place as fork travels to mouth with its parcel of food. There were some pretty green faces on view though. I do feel for them and always offer up a wee thank you for my own robust sea legs & stomach, which, after its Oesophagal Cancer alterations, is both fortunate and all the more to be thankful for.

Back to the weather and my hunch and prediction that the arrival in Santandar would be in bright and relatively warm, for January, sunshine. Well so it proved to be. So; as we all disembarked and all my fellow travelling Moho'ers rushed onto the Southbound, 'Costa's here I come' motorway I turned West for about an hours toddling along the coast road before settling for the night at a beautiful beach populated by a Sunday afternoon local population of family groups with their bbques, sand walking in bare feet Mum's n Dads, (children everywhere with wet Sunday best trainers... lol.) & in general everyone meandering in and out of the dunes and watching the spectacular surf breaking on beach, rocks and cliffs. Dark by seven pm and myself and one other English speaking guy from the Czech Republic had the whole place to ourselves. As an aside my Czech friend had arrived via Ireland where he had been jobbing as a carpenter in County Kerry just down from my son Keith and Family. Always a small world.

My hunch held today as well. Beautiful weather and a beautiful continuing slow drive Westwards but not on the busy A8 Motorway. The N632, former main road, proved a satisfyingly memorable drive. Twisty and slow yes. Busy no. Rocky coves with crashing surf and idyllic beaches to my right. Snow covered Picos mountain ranges glistening in the sun to my left. I know I'm not your run of the mill moho'er preferring smaller roads and just plain wandering rather than any plan or particular destination. But Oh; the joy of it. A quiet road with no one hassling to overtake, no deadline, uphill, downhill, twisty hairpins, green fields, scattered villages, enticing glimpses through groves of pine and Eucalyptus trees and even pleasure when Mrs Sat Nav brought me to a lunchtime car park with height barrier to keep 'them pesky Moho' ers' out'. No problem as we slowly wound our way up the very narrow lane to top of the cliffs and a wee gateway conveniantly Rap3 size. There was bonus too. A lovely circular walk down through the wood to the beach below.

I'm 'Gijon' tonight in a Moho Aire, which is full of Spanish & French moho'ers. Seems peaceful enough with the nearby rail line from the docks giving occasional but acceptable disturbance. I intend, providing my luck with the weather holds, to get bike out tomorrow and explore.

Al in all, and so far, a good start to this year's sojourn around the my much loved Iberian peninsular. Fingers crossed I keep Tiredness, Hunger and Cold firmly controlled which should keep me outside of that vulnerability zone where Stress, unplanned incidents and wrong decisions happen.

OMG........ What am I going to do, say ...... I mean, how am I gonna cope if it....... dare I say it.... Rains!!!

NB; There we are, I've finally done it. A Blog post. Not had the incentive or enthusiasm to 'Blog' for some considerable time. So here's a start. Hope you enjoy it. Warm thoughts to all my readers. 

It's a Sainsbury veggie steak. I've had better. 😱