Use the Force, leslee. Says the voice in the Darkness

I don't think I mentioned this over here. Once in a while I will read something or see a movie, and it has an unsettling effect on me, like it's the answer to some question I didn't even know I had asked. A few years ago I did England, and during the planning, thought about going out to this little island Michael Skellig off the coast of "The Dingle" a peninsula on the west coast of Ireland. I dabble in archeology, and some of the finest examples of clochans are there, and of course, on the Dingle too. Beehive dwellings, they are all over Canada too, only really remote. Long archeological story and puzzle. Had to cancel that trip, it was just too much but may go back yet.

It's commonly thought that Michael Skellig might be "Avalon" that King Arthur was taken to at the end of HIS saga (wounded) and he may be buried there. In the 8th century the island was probably a Christian monastery, founded just as the Romans were leaving the UK. The "Isle of the West"

Anyway I had come home, it was about a month later I think, or two... was finally settling down the buzz from the trip, finally reprogramming myself to drive on the right again!!! LOL... and Episode 7 of the Star Wars saga came out. When Rey started hiking around the clochans, I was in my seat in the darkened theatre, having an absolute FIT. Star Wars is so chock full of metaphor and such (just listen to Joseph Campbell and his lectures) it fit right in. What a stroke of genius someone had to do the filming there! WOW. Anyway looking forward to the next episode very much. Adam Driver is an incredibly good actor, want to see Carrie Fisher's final bow, and I suspect Mark Hamill did a bang up job.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dptIA3P3v-M

As I was saying about Native American DNA....

Having just wallowed in this (now armed with DNA reports from both National Geographic and Ancestry.com) It seems North America was populated prehistorically by the A, B, C, D and X matrilineal haploid groups. A, C, D seem to be part of that "Bering Land Bridge" paradigm, invading by following herds in and down the coast. In my case, my genetic markers show my ancestors migrated from the Southern California coast across generally the southern border (probably explaining the Anasazi) and then migrated on into Alabama, where they waited patiently for a bunch of foxy red heads to show up from Scotland. (My maternal line is the D1, comes from the mitochondria) A whole 0.2% of the people checked have this.

BUT get this. Line B seems to be Polynesians sailing around the Pacific and then landing in the New World. Pacific Rim people. The Olmecs look a lot like Samoas.

Here we go. Line X is possibly "The Red Paint People" OR lost Welshmen who (like the Vikings) wandered via boat into Canada, and started building clochans just like they have in Ireland. OR they are the long lost 13th tribe somehow hoicking themselves over to Virginia from Spain.

That's what the DNA tells us so far.

So far no one has put forth a project to DNA type the Mound Builders and I wish they would. I know there are mounds that are tombs, and darn it the tribes are huffy about digging them up. Sigh.

I think Arthur is alleged to have been a warlord c. 6th century, and no telling where they hid stuff... the whole British Isle complex is one big archeological dig from what I can tell. The English are mad for their past, and in a way it's nice, because they don't destroy antiquities, they halt what they are building and call someone to come get it. The myth does point to a mystical island in the west.

When I find time I'll do a timeline on this stuff.

I was holding hands with a very kind man... not sure who he was.

LOL I wake up try to throw off blankets 'cause I'm over heated and sometimes bury my momma cat.... she sleeps kinda heavy. That's what's nice about pets, they rarely complain about body stinks. In fact they enjoy them, and I have trouble rescuing my delicate clothing from my tomcat.

Your UFO awaits.

I see aliens dancing outside my door in the snow.

Justin was in my dream last night. I was being a crazy fan and he was just standing there, as I recall. I woke up happy, rolled over to return to the scene, and slept in.

I do not pretend to know others' minds.

However, that awful day of January 21 began with me ramming my car windshield into a yellow canary. I assumed he was a goner and didn't think to go back to see if maybe he survived to scoop him up to nest in my car until I could find a place to take him. No, I just kept going, too concerned I might miss the show. Then, I went down one and almost two roads the wrong way. Ominous.

I've seen them before in the wild, even solid yellow ones. I assume they break free from the cage - which reminds me of these hit-me-to-the-soul lyrics:

I let the Youtube roll, and now Justin's singing "It's not too late." I'm like, "Yeah, right. Show starts in 32 minutes."

Did you get the right answer?

I had to look up the definition of one word, and I believe you misused another.

I don't think I've dreamed since I've gotten back - too little time to sleep, pending deadlines.