When working on the last essay for my Patreon page, I checked the spelling of its subject J B Priestly several times because it was not as I remembered it. Sure enough, different sources listed him as 'Priestly', which was too much an adverb for my liking, yet I accepted it having seen it in a few places. The essay did its rounds though and one reader came back to me with the feedback that although spelling doesn't matter as much as the content (a sentiment with which I degree profoundly), I should know I'd misspelled the name. 'But I checked several times!' I objected. He was adamant and I went straight to the internet to discover that he was right. This was astonishing. While I make mistakes, a major one like this is highly unusual, and I had checked. I promptly corrected the title of the essay but left the rest of the text as it was, adding a note at the end to tell this story to readers. For those who have read the X-Dimensional Self booklet available in X-Tras, the story is similar to that of those people who used a recipe in a book to find it vanished when they next went to look for it, the theme explored more thoroughly in The God of New York.
Meanwhile, in my travels I found myself in Yorkshire last week. This pictured here is one of the areas I found particularly fascinating, it being dominated by pylons of which these are but a few, the tiny village of North Elmsall being reduced to insignificance in the left hand side of the horizon.
D H Lawrence might see this as a dark triumph of mechanisation, the living person reduced to servitude by machines. Certainly, the village itself felt surreal, its streets empty, devoid of life.
The church, it turned out, was built in the late nineteenth century. This was informative, for I have found that those built before 1850 were almost always erected on older sacred sites, the names of the saints to which they were dedicated indicative of earlier pagan functions. St Mary churches, for example, may well indicate a very feminine energy. Here, despite the church being dedicated to St Margaret, this means little in terms of the deeper currents of the land.
in contrast, on a trip to Wakefield there was a parade celebrating the Earth and its wildlife, redolent to one I had experienced in the Caribbean, it was that good. This was in line with the council's response to the climate emergency, as was the spetacular laser light show Fire and Ice of which the official description reads: 'It will focus on engaging audiences through an experience that will instil an emotional resonance around the subject matter drawn from two opposing visual and sensory elements, that of Fire (the heat of the sun and the warming planet) and Ice (the shrinking polar ice cap, the diminishing natural world from the lack of climate balance).' They achieved this spectacularly, as can be seen from the pictures beginning and ending this post.