Visionary Weather 39

I was imaged as Darwin after adding a section on Mitochondrial Eve and evolutionary topics to the index on Anti-Aging Medicine and life extension. Here you can see Charles Darwin standing in profile with his beard running through Wichita, stuffing a pacifier into a Centaur crossing above.
Music: Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds...where rocking horse people eat marshmallow pies.

According to Wikipedia, the Griffin, which has the body of a lion and the wings of an Eagle, is a symbol of divine power and a guardian of the divine, often found guarding treasure. So now the Griffin guards my Wichita web pages, of course, showing their Internet enthusiast treasures to a youngster in the Griffin's marsupial pouch. Music: Jokerman.

Press for ship's prows from Curious Expeditions. 'Gem Green has my bottom covered,' says the lovely Mermaid.

That same evening the western sky was covered with a cloud formation resembling the prow of a huge sailing ship connected to an oncoming storm, with an American revolutionary sporting shoulder-length hair in an old-fashioned 18th century "pitcher" hat leaning from the bow as the figurehead of the prow, his 18th century coattails stuck out like the tail feathers of a bird of liberty. He also resembled a genie coming out of Aladin's lamp. I thought of the line "Distant ships sailing into the mist, you were born with a snake in both of your fists while a hurricane was blowing..." from Jokerman, noting that the image seemed to feature an I-see-you, do-you-see-me signal rooted in my choice of Jokerman for the music to accompany the above weather photo.

Now that my anti-aging medicine studies have progressed to a successful conclusion, I have considered breaking them off for weekly or monthly update and switching to other projects. Therefore the weather pattern shows me broken at the Wichita waistline, a big bottom floating over me above, as if I had turned tail. Coincidentally, I have reduced breakfast to a cup of hot beverage, so that my waistline is narrowing. This seems to be the Summertime mythos of backward Bootes, who hilariously heats up like a belle at that time and does not get back to being a cool Orion-like hero until he rises like a Phoenix in late August to progress like Sky King all winter long and for much of the Spring. Summer is associated in astronomical mythos with homeward-bound "Rebellion", Winter with its converse, questing back-to-school "Revolution". Perhaps I should consider it a warning from divine agencies not to break things off too suddenly, and to return to being a bit more sociable and forward. However, I feel that most of the key problems in anti-aging medicine are now tolerably solved, that rejuvenation to a youthful state at about 9 years per year backwards in time is now readily feasible, and that we have arrived at a plateau from which meaningful progress will be more gradual as details are debugged over the coming centuries.

The Papers of George Washington

Recently I have noticed more "ghost rider" images visible from the ground here, in which clouds above seem to show riders of autos or animals mirrored in the clouds. Yesterday, on June 20, 2008, however, I saw George Washington riding a horse, chasing hard after 2 other horses, and being pursued by a man on a third horse, the whole pack headed straight for a ghost rider with a steering wheel in an auto headed in the opposite direction. I had just been working on another theoretical model for how to speed up anti-aging transformations moving the opposite direction in time, by applying an anti-cancer histone deacetylase inhibitor (sulphoraphane) to open up DNA for transcription, while applying a telomerase-activating astragaloside passing through the nuclear pore and binding to a nuclear transcription factor on the relevant gene promoter, which it would find more easily with the DNA chromatin fiber in expanded condition, so that it could remodel and extend the chromosomal telomere. I thought it might speed up the rejuvenation time from 9 years per year to something faster, picturing it as something like travel backwards in time, with perhaps memorable, Apocalyptic results, if it worked out (See Longevity Change Log for June 19, 2008.) And so the same day I look up and see this vision of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse featuring George Washington charging across the sky into a modern vehicle headed the opposite direction, which reminded me of Mount Rushmore. It also reminds me of my encounter with a horsehead at the summit of NGC 2264 above the Cone Nebula, where I seem to be walking, wafted up by my WUF resume and literary works, toward a horse's head of iron in the visionary scenario of mythos.