Now we should see an image of the Rolling Stones synchronized to the East Coast:
Fri Nov 17 2006 Boardwalk Hall (arena) Atlantic City, NJ USA 13,800 New date!
This visionary weather image probably refers to my message in the previous visions concerning going to Thanksgiving Dinner tonight, which is a kind of dress rehersal for Christmas Dinner. This, of course, is the characteristic OUIJA-board type response of the continental cloud cover featuring the "I see you, do you see me?" signaling mechanism used by the Almighty, or the spirit of the Divine Wind, to communicate with us through the nebular mythic imaging system. The Wolf-like form of the Rolling Stones with the throat over Atlantic City refers to their appearance in Atlantic City tonight and to my WUF-resume, which contains an acrostic for WSU, University of Kansas, and the Freidrich-Wilmelms Universitat in Bonn, as explained in Visionary. On the opposite coast, from the site of the previous Rolling Stones concert, a fox also watches. Note that a solid band passing between two "finger-pointing" cloud formations would run through Wichita, Kansas.

The Star Queen Nebula inside the Eagle Nebula, well above the galactic force-hook of Scorpius in the constellation Serpens Caput. It's "howl-loose-sin-a-tory".

Will I have Lynn Stephens for Christmas Dinner? Lynn was my best friend at North High School, and walked with me for 8 hours as a personal favor when I showed up by surprise full of high quality Sandoz LSD on my first acid trip in May of 1967, back when LSD was in the news and a popular fad. We used to go to powerlifting meets together and trained together at the YMCA. He is now a professor in Birmingham, Alabama. He resembles the bearded character in the Star Queen nebula. As the son of a physician, he was rather better monied than I, as the Star Queen nebula image might suggest. We were great conversational friends and enjoyed lifting weights together. He visited me a year to two back about the anniversary of that first LSD trip, in May. We have known each other for more than 40 years. Subsequently that same summer I screwed it up by doing several experiments featuring morning glory seeds accidentally prepared to emphasize the cyanide content, which considerably diminished my enthusiasm for peculiar psychedelic preparations. However, I recovered and took the available brand X LSD that had replaced Sandoz LSD perhaps 50 times before I finally backed off horsepill acid in 1973, partly due to uncertainties in its composition, and before windowpane LSD was available. Too much horsepill LSD too fast also can also diminish one's appetite for psychedelics, but the LSD pills did so more slowly than the morning glory seeds. It was usually a good trip, but overdoing it by taking LSD every 4 days for 6 weeks could stun and hospitalize me for a few weeks. Dr. Albert Hofmann had specified taking LSD no more frequently than once a week, no doubt to avoid this effect, but it was known that LSD would seem to reliably stimulate the nervous system again at full strength after 4 days. Today, after 33 years of no LSD, a tall saspirilla looks good. In 1967 Lynn was my sober observer while I was the giddy acid head full of awed descriptions of my astonishing experiences and visions. Now I am appearing as a Scrooged One, and Lynn is appearing as The Ghost of Christmas Past in this vision of The Ultimate Trip, although our friendship was on the Platonic side. We went one time to a Wichita bar to see "Angie" dance, true. This somewhat reminds me of the WUF-wolf in the above photos wolfing down an Alabama Christmas tree before barfing Santa Claus/Lynn Stephens all over Birmingham. (However, this was one of those little favors not bestowed or requested....instead Scrooge and Morley discussed philosophy endlessly, although bedtime brought Playboy fantasies and stiff thinking. On the other hand, I didn't pick up my big wig until a 1998 Safari to Hollywood, Los Angeles, and Caltech.)

This morning after the concert the cloud cover was locally OUIJA-board in response to the above material. A magnificent eagle materialized to remind me of the Eagle Nebula. A butterfly formation materialized to remind me of the Rolling Stones b-stage Rock and Roll light machine. Finally, as I walked from the parking lot into the WSU library, the whole body of a smiling turkey appeared, complete with a beautiful bottom where its heart would be, to remind me of last night's turkey dinner. Then I decided to look for signs of last night's Rolling Stones show on the East Coast. Note that as a commercial artist, Rolling Stones drummer Charlie Watts contributed graphic art to early Rolling Stones records such as the Between the Buttons record sleeve.

Here you can see that the head of the wolf that wolfed down the Deep South Christmas Tree and barfed up Santa Claus/Lynn Stephens over Birmingham, Alabama is jawing along the East Coast deep inside the soul of rock and roll.

The above weather pattern was still in place this morning, by cracky. I think I can make out a cartoon of Rolling Stones drummer Charlie Watts between the buns, head up over them, looking a bit like the Alfred North Whitehead of the band. Charlie Watts is also a trained commercial artist, and prepared the artwork for the album cover of the Rolling Stones album Between the Buttons. It looks like he must have delivered an especially stirling performance last night. I remember how impressed I was with his drumming as the Rolling Stones b-stage machine showed a Big Screen scene of the mind's eye of the band soaring in over a field of asteroids to start the Bigger Bang show off. This is what can happen when you are on top of the Big Energy in rock and roll. Press here for a review of the show. "And then it was all over. Charlie did a promenade around the stage (very appropriate for a sea-side gig) waving to fans and almost needed to be ushered off stage by Mick." This time Charlie Watts was a Jumping Jack Flash, so the weather pattern shows him flashing up in a white cloud of gas from a weather rump to steal the tail end of the show.