Aliens of La Mancha

Hated Don Quixote... That ending! Why not, why not continue riding through La Mancha on the old horse elevated to a noble steed, and the peasant girl adored like a Queen of Courtly Love? So a few windmills get damaged, so what? He may die, but everybody dies. It's something to die happy.

Orb Lord has been back in touch. He writes as though nothing had happened, and though he bangs on about circles he has 'claimed', and his new business starting, there was a more sombre edge to his tone. He is not quite happy. He's a warm, friendly, sunny personality when not off his head, but if he's contacting me at this point in his brilliant career, it's because something's up. I have not replied due to a lack of knowing the right thing to say, and instead, tried to find out what's actually happened.

The last chapter ended with him getting lost, sleeping in barns and claiming that aliens had abducted his car. The police scoured the area and found said car. It was where he had parked it. Meanwhile, after shenanigans with lizard people, orbs, fellatio and losing his shoes, he claimed to have made this circle (http://cropcircleconnector.com/2021/Stanton/Stanton2021a.html) with the help of inner earthlings from another dimension.

So much for that.

Next it gets garbled; he said he had channelled the shape of the next crop circle of the season, went to Silbury Hill and birthed or became an orb there, a baby orb that made the crop circle he suddenly became aware of. Then he called an acquaintance to fly their drone over it. Here it is:

http://www.cropcircleconnector.com/2021/rumours2021.html?fbclid=IwAR35S3KuhHwB36HwHJ2Qsj48mOb3eTac3SGKEt4CdZsPWJ81l-dY36UJN6k


There are several problems, the main one being that it's abysmal; the farmer's not going to get far charging people to explore it, so he loses a portion of crop for nothing. More than that, it could be classed as criminal damage/vandalism, and Orb Lord has publicly claimed it as his own, though he is trying to walk that back saying the baby orb did it. It's likely that the local farmer knows all this; question is whether he'll be getting the police involved. This won't please my mate, but far more likely to bite is the harm to his credibility among circle aficionados. They're shredding him.

Back on earth with a bang, his blood system at its least interesting in months, he comes to me. I want Don Quixote to enjoy his world, my sentiment getting in the way; Wiltshire as La Mancha, quickened by the silhouette of the man who makes the land a dreamscape. Quixote has his chivalric quests, Orb Lord reaches for the skies, the inner earth. They want other worlds, better worlds. The difference is that fame was not really a driver for the Don, whereas it matters immensely to Orb Lord. He needs to be seen...Only not like this. He always had a sense of humour, but this ridicule is way too sharp.

Where does this leave me then, as a useful friend? I cannot say anything particularly honest without shades of 'I told you so,' which is pretty hopeless. All I can imagine doing is encouraging him to talk, and then trying to move things on to a conversation around detox/rehab. But right now, with so much public attack he's indignant, entirely defensive, probably doubling down on the whole orbs/lizard people/inner earthling story. The kind of support he wants is agreement, not advice, and that's where my parallel falls down. Where's Sancho Panza when you need him?

All the Worlds Bosolas

And there it was for a second, I could see it clear as day; A renaissance court, not in any kind of linear time but as a strange cabal out of pandemonium; principally English in my mind, at least at first, Cromwell and Wolsey and Richard Rich, slews of deadly administrators, even down to the raised eyebrow of Walsingham contemplating the rise and fall and rise again of that most dreaded enemy; the angry servant.

Cummings is talking plenty of half sense today. I will pick my favourite bit so far: "We got, at the last election a choice between Jeremy Corbyn and Boris Johnson. Any system which ends up giving a choice between two people like that as good people to lead gives voters is obviously a system that has gone extremely, extremely badly wrong."

The little tic! BJ could not be where he is without Cummings. No scruples about being the bad boy of Brexit, complicit in the system he now berates, the architect of weaponised deceit in this country's politics. He practised it, honed it, worked it. Problem is, however, that BJ is a natural at this game. Did I call DC Bosola? No, he's Mosca to BJ's Volpone.

This must be the only time in my entire life I've wished Jacobean drama on anyone.

'Let all that see these vices thus rewarded
Take heart, and love to study 'em.
Mischiefs feed
Like beasts
Till they be fat, and then they bleed.'