Well, "The Son of Cawed" is a Jayhawk with a Big Foot in Wichita, I guess. Grandad Green always used to say we were birds, too. Angel symbols forewarn man of his longing for the human soul, which comes up quite a bit, as he's no longer a cat's paw for Row-Man-Cat-Lick lubrication, but an advanced member of that slippery Bear Oil Gang with slick stuff to turn on those primal fires hungry for the ancient core of ecstacy in things. The Big Foot is the way a modern resume works, and sometimes Big Foot is advertised on billboards, as itinerant workers use resumes to put their foot here, then there, until they are famous for where they put their foot. Here the Jayhawk with the Big Foot is me, it seems. He's a big bill. It makes me look like Young Jim again, maybe because I got impatient with my tryosine cure for grey hair and dyed it with Lady Clairol to recapture the hair color of my student days. If I starve enough, my jawline is sharp again, and I've learned not to eat breakfast in my quest for eternal youth. Furthermore, I've found a good source of benfotiamine, a powerful anti-glycating lipid-soluble form of vitamin B1, in onions, garlic, leeks, and shallots that I mix up with tomatoes to obtain a superior sugar-free dip for my celery stalks. Otherwise, I get 1 gram of regular water-soluble anti-glycating, anti-sugar damage, anti-carbonylation vitamin B1 (thiamine) every day, 250 mg at a time, along with lots of vitamin C, antioxidants, alpha lipoic acid, acetyl L-carnitine, arginine, DMAE, DHEA, and other rejuvenation-oriented stuff just to get that young look back. I daily wolf down cocoa powder in water for super antioxidant punch, and guzzle turmeric in water with black pepper to chelate copper and iron and knock out those inflammatory COX-2 enzymes while I pull the plug on the iron-catalyzed Fenton reactions that peroxidize the lipids in my cell membranes. See my research in anti-aging medicine. Simultaneously, I have to write a better book on an engineering theme, though I must hoist dumbells or suffer unacceptable decay. "More money!" sez my need for pomegranate juice, ubiquinol CoQ10, carnosine, and other anti-aging goodies while I rub my skin down all over with extra virgin olive oil to get that antioxidant hydroxytyrosol and anticancer squalene into my skin like super-centenarian Jeanne Calment, who also got lots and lots of chocholate down the hatch for antioxidant effect. Unlike Jeanne, I cannily take mine without a pinch of glycating sugar. Except for breakfast, I take green tea instead of coffee, and I take green tea in pills, too, along with fish oil to keep my blood slippery. I have found out what it is to become a pomegranate vulture to rule out peroxidation of LDL cholesterol and veto artherosclerosis. Eating pomegranates seems to spray the area with little flecks of blood. Did you know that trimethylglycine with vitamin B6, vitamin B12, and folic acid not only screens out homocysteine to defend the heart, but also sets up the cell to gobble up less telomere length with each cell division, so that those cells live longer? The progress of medical science may well vector us on into the 22nd century.

The above image formed immediately after I updated my file on Anti-Aging Medicine, Longevity, and Life Extension. Again, the line-of-sight method is used to draw a line through some delighted eyes to computer screen such that the line passes through Wichita, Kansas, where I prepare my web pages. This is another typical "I see you, do you see me?" mystic signal emanating from the mythic mirror of mystic imaging in nebulosities that often seems to report on presently interesting news. The two teeth in the delighted head here signal "It's the truth" via "it's the tooth", an often-used symbolic trick of the cloud-cover mythic imaging system, or "the firmament of Heaven". Another, less-delighted head views the screen from Arkansas on the other side of the screen.

This was on the weather display when I checked it just after installing links to specific chapters in Mechanisms of Aging by Ben Best all through my file on Anti-Aging, Longevity, and Life Extension, making it easier to refer to Ben's excellent scientific detail work on various sub-problems in anti-aging medicine. This time it seems to be kidding me about making it easy for any rat to finger advanced scientific knowledge in the domain on the associated molecular problems of aging. However, does the rat think much these days? Praise from above often comes for new insights, with less applause for links to detailed pre-existing knowledge. Now we can just put our finger down to the "state line", and "we knows". However, we might look like a bit more like a rat running a maze than like a genius with a new theorem or gem for the audience. Meanwhile, a neighboring East Coast elephant, probably a Republican, lets his nose down to the boot of Louisiana through the crack of Mississippi and Alabama. I mean the big guy has his agenda, you know. Its a Democrat nose for a long statement of facts and Republican nose for getting down to primal business, maybe. "Know your business from the root out and speak for your business," sez the Republican elephant. A closer look shows the trunk lifing a fainted reclining body with the head looking up to South Carolina from Georgia and a head kissing his shoulder from Tampa Bay, as if for rescue and revival. Perhaps the body is me in a scene from The Pieta.

Here a figure in the Northwest now brings a pointer down from it's cheek to the state line running through the Kansas-Oklahoma border, which is tooted over by a man with a long nose close to the panhandle of the state of Oklahoma. This signal was present when I sat down to my Internet terminal after yesterday's session shown above, and is a typical continuation frame supplied 24 hours later to a Weather Vision OUIJA-board session seeming to incorporate a two-way signal exchange over cloud cover symbolism, the exchange being between the Spirit of the Almighty in charge of cloud cover symbol selection and a witness like myself, a Son of the Divine Wind, you might say, who can respond to this and be acknowledged, it seems. I note that the soaring bird appearing above Iowa in the image is in the same form as the bird I append to my signature, which I use to signal that I am James A. Green "the third", by imaging James A. Green "the bird". Note that my resume seems to describe me as James A. Green, "detoured". It looks like a pelican in my signature, usually, and seems to be mirrored at stupendous range in The Pelican Nebula in NGC 7000 near Deneb in "Cygnus", the Northern Cross. I used to enjoy watching pelicans soar over the beaches in the Tampa Bay area, and frequently fed the seagulls there fresh French Bread, which is maybe what they howl for as The Spirit of the Star Queen Nebula in M16: the food of the Gods that I used to cast their way. Note the happy pelican over Florida in the above image with his smile running above Tampa Bay, where his "jawb" jaw is pictured. However, my inner vision does not stop with episodic scenes: the entire 4π steradians of the celestial sphere seems to be covered with a mirror image of my work, loves, and adventures complete with ε and μ symbolism in the constellation mirroring a legend of lightspeed and its connection to gravitation in the galactic force-hook of Scorpius, for instance, which has 2 μ-stars, like the constellation Grus. Galaxies seem to pour out from the arms of Virgo (Virgo Cluster, Coma Cluster) as I escape like bounding Leo to my Orion destiny in Tampa, because I worked out my phase-transformation theory of galaxy formation at home, where Virgo symbolizes my mother Ruth. Work hard on the ultimate equations for the universe, its cosmology, and for the stars above, and you might find yourself there. Further down, closer to the Earth, you then seem to be frequently featured in Weather Visions. This is Grand Unification with all the trimmings! As time went on, the man with the tooting nose straightened out into a computer screen in the form of a racoon tail attached to a racoon body with its nose in Kentucky and pointed at Tennesee.

Today I went to Green Acres to sample their fruits and drinks, and bought (for the first time) a bar of dark chocolate that was 88% cocoa featuring big black cat's eyes on the front of the bar, very prominently displayed, just like the cat's eyes in the above photo over Wichita, surrounded on each side by 4 green leaves of grass. I ate 1/2 of it, then came back to the WSU PC terminal, where the above satellite photo turned up on my home page like an echo or an "I see you, do you see me?" signal in a mystic haunting process. The 4 green leaves reminded me of Mr. Green's Relativistic Factor-of-4 Theorems leading from General Relativity to Unified Quantum Field Theory, part of the reason I chose that particular bar. I was smiling like the character in the cloud pattern over Wichita, because I had discovered that "Wolf" berries are Tibetan "Goji" Berries, a berry with a Shangri-la reputation. The lovely girl at the cash register looked at the bar, and volunteered that she had two cats at home with eyes just like those of the cat on the chocolate bar.