Dragonflies and clouds

At the time of writing, the temperature in Puerto de la Cruz is a more palatable 27 degrees.  My appetite for extreme heat is not like my appetite for chocolate, which is worryingly massive. Fortunately, there are clouds here too. These offer a small heat offset. This troubles my partner.  He seeks maximum sunlight. I'm a shade seeker. Thus we find spaces to sit that offer a bit of both. 

The clouds here are strange.  Throughout the day they do ordinary cloud-like things but as evening approaches they spread out over the ocean in a near perfect line. It's as if someone used a ruler and chalk upon the sky. These curious clouds hover over and mirror the line of the sea. I have pondered at the cause of this cloudy oddness and consulted the delphic oracle that is Google. Unfortunately I'm largely non the wiser. Google hinted at trade winds, which sounds more economic that atmospheric. I may read a book on clouds. It'll be helpful bedtime reading. Ahem. 

I've also been surprised at the seemingly inquisitive nature of dragonflies. They zip over the chlorinated hotel pool as though they're expecting to find an afternoon snack. But on reflection there will be plenty of flies hanging around because people eat food at poolside. So these faux ponds are probably a vibrant buffet for dragonflies. Unless they eat dead skin. I'm not even going to Google this. I absolutely do not want to know. 

We intend to wander over to a vegan restaurant later. It will be pretty dreamy to choose food with impunity.  Yesterday I had a vegetarian pasta with an unexpected lump of chicken.  Kind of a bonus if you eat meat but tricky and a bit gross if you don't. 

The RGF xxx

Tropical remix

Since writing my previous blog post there has been a gentle sway towards welcomeness here in Puerto de la Cruz.  Thus, I have concluded that the Mars Uranus Algol conjuction was the root cause of the aforementioned disharmony. Granted, I have no scientific basis for my conclusions BUT one doesn't always need proof. Plus astrology is interesting and unless British tourists have suddenly stopped being annoying aboard (highly unlikely), it's the only discernable change. 

 

For my part, much like the rainbowesque stairs depicted above, I know happiness can occur in many places. Sometimes unexpectedly on a corner of the street somewhere between the beginning and the end of your journey, which is a metaphor for life really.  Or when Google maps sends you on a detour disguised as the best route to the Botanical Gardens - and despite the feelings of unease generated by the desolation on route - we spot several brightly coloured lizards doing lizardy things. 

In short, happy attracts happy.  Life is series of smiles really. There's shitshow too, obviously. But there is joyousness and kindness and painted stairways. 

Today has been good. 

Muchas gracias universe. 

The RGF xx 

Tropical waves of wrathish

We are holidaying abroad for the first time in well forever. Tenerife is not like I imagined. Admittedly my imagination was previously coloured by stories of stag doos, raves and spirited cups of hangover.  And I've never been to Tenerife until right now.  

I'm pleased to say that we are surrounded by sweeping palms and tropical flowers.  We were ironically welcomed by a giant sleeping volcano. Fortunately it doesn't appear to talk or walk in its sleep. Its previously activity though, has covered the beaches with dusky sands and pitted black stones. The ocean here is obviously a stunning shade of sapphire blue.  Beauty definitely abounds. 

We're fortunate to have a sea view from our hotel. We can enjoy it on floor 13, behind a low, seemingly fragile balcony.  No leaning selfies here because said selfie would certainly be your last. Plus 13 is unlucky for some. Yikes. 

It is very early days and I am hampered by my ability to read all the vibes but the atmosphere is sadly not very welcoming.  At times there's even been open hostility towards us.  Is it the Mars Uranus Algol conjuction? Certainly we might expect more aggression around this time. The conjuction's effects stretch into the astrology of Earth for several days around the full conjuction (which occurred on 15th July).  Is it the legitimate struggle of hosting Brits abroad?  A lot of us do pack a hefty haul of chaos in our suitcase when we travel. Mostly booze infused. So if people are a tad frosty towards the English, I guess I kinda get it. Is it the impacts of Brits buying property in exotic locations? I have no idea what those impacts are but I'd imagine there are some and doubtless they're not helpful to local people unless you're a rich owner of several properties.  Whatever the reasons, something is afoot.  No matter how often I smile and try to speak Spanish, the cold reactions persist. As an empathic type, that's tricky to process. Those negative vibes do build up. 

I lost my amethyst necklace somewhere between here and Manchester Airport.  I've purchased various crystal bracelets as a replacement energy shield.  Sadly, at this point I think I need a crystal hazmat suit because three beaded bracelets are just not cutting the mystical mustard.  

No experience is meant to be fully utopian. We're gaining on beautiful surroundings but losing on gentle human connection. So far anyway. Moreover, real magic is that which we create for ourselves, rather than that which  we're given or seek. 

Alongside the experience of the vibrant scenery, maybe this holiday will teach me a robust ability to feel all the feelings and not internalise them. Time will tell. 

Buenos Dias. 

RGF xx

Stepping into the light

 

Peopling

Peopling is hard.  In other words, interacting with other humans is difficult.  This has been hyper highlighted in recent weeks.  That sense of being on the outside looking in.  Whilst I do enjoy conversations with some people, with many, I find myself reflecting on the words we have each shared and wondering whether some of the people I've recently encountered actually intend to create a sense of division.  I wonder whether they have a need to make themselves feel more in by making others feel more out.  I’m reminded of that meme where Morticia Adams is surrounded by Barbie-like women who are depicted as saying “you can’t sit with us” and she responds with “I don’t want to”. Except of course you dont have to fit with either archetype to feel a sense of exclusion. It can happen to anyone. 

But I am a bit different. As I’ve mentioned previously, there are times when I enjoy being different.  In the last 20 years or so I have tended to dress in a way that is somewhat less than usual.  My hair is bright, my tattoos are frequent, and I suppose I’m sort of a hippyesque goth.  But whatever I wear on my skin, blonde hair or green hair, contact lenses or glasses, weird or standard – it makes no difference - I am always an outsider. 

Perhaps someone is reading these words and thinking but surely everyone is different.  And that’s true. But I often feel like other people have more viable methods of connecting than I do.  Is there no way for me to be odd, kind and occasionally hilariously funny and somehow resonate with others?  It would seem not.  And that makes me feel a little bit sad. 

Sometime last year I created a YouTube channel.  I've shared it on this very blog. Somehow I believed that I would be able to reach people and make a difference in the world. That probably sounds naive.  Maybe even ridiculous.  In fact, as I write the words, I realise that it is probably both of these.  The algorithms are not with me.  There is vast array of popular content on YouTube.  It’s flooded. I am merely a flicker of light in a saturated pond and I have no idea how to increase my brightness or even if I should try to. And creating a YouTube channel was supposed to be me striding forward with confidence.  Bravely sharing my words with the wider world. But the main bravery is keeping going when no one hears those words. Clearly, social media is a very public way of navigating popularity.  Though my channel was never about being popular.  Yet it has to be popularish in order to be heard. And I don't feel heard or helpful to others right now. 

So I sigh.  And in fact I have just audibly sighed.  Peopling is hard.  Virtual peopling. In person peopling.  All the peopling. 

I do have a new Youtube video planned and it’s been in the pipeline for a while.  I have delayed due to limits on my  time and, in truth because my channel is reminding me that I am on the outside looking in. To create my next video, I have to disregard my people struggles.  Or maybe I have to use those as motivation to keep moving forward because I certainly am an Aquarius moon, I'm definitely a Black Moon Lilith in Aquarius and I do seem to be the very definition of an Ophiuchus. Plus my Chiron return is moving closer by the month. 

I do hope to feel more belonged at some point or at least care less about it. I also hope to share a new YouTube video. But I must fill my metaphorical cup before I do anything else. 

Xx

New horizons and expansion

 

Finding relief from anxiety

 

Moon water

 

Mercury shadow period

 

Morning meditation

 

Blessed Beltane

 

A little request 💖

 

Black Moon Lilith

 

The pink moon is on its way

 

Runes and an oracle card reading for the Scorpio full moon

 

Smash the system

Putting the washing on the line feels like a powerful act of defiance.  With the rising costs of absolutely everything, we feel a sense of powerlessness. Big business seeks to control everything from water to pollination and that's absolutely crap but you cannot take the wind and the sun away. I don't think.  Though there is climate change but erm yes we'll still get wind and sun...(Lets smash climate change too, obviously and poverty and the patriarchy etc). 

Anyway, I can dry my washing for free. OK. I did buy the pegs, the prop and the line but that was ages ago and they are sans running costs. So in your face system.  I'm smashing the power imbalance from my messy garden. Unless the rains comes, my laundry is going to be fresh and dry before bedtime.  

Rock and roll it ain't but I was wearing my Biffy Clyro t.shirt during the laundry to line application process. 

Yup. 

I'm raging against the machine like a middle-aged mummy.  

The RGF xx

Some days are more difficult than others

Some days are more difficult than others. Remember to breathe.  Find space to be in nature.    

New Moon Solar Eclipse in Aries, Mercury Retrograde and cleansing our space

 

New moon solar eclipse in Aries

 

Firey vibes

 

How to read oracle cards

I've been reading oracle cards for about 20 years or so. It's fun and useful.  It helps you to foster your intuition and assists you when you need to make decisions.  It's also useful for navigating your day. 

If you fancy giving it a go but need a little assistance, my new YouTube video will help you.

Keep going on your journey

 

OA Dreams of Delphi

I was reminded today that I'd recently drawn some unexpected parallels between the Netflix series The OA and Dreams of Delphi by Bat for Lashes. 

Spoiler alert: Both incorporate very similar dance moves which alter reality. In truth, I don't actually know if Natasha Khan's moves seek to portray an altered reality but it's definitely in the ballpark. Her moves might just be story telling through arm movement. The OA's dance moves are somewhere between an interdimensional portal, a time machine and a fabric of reality jiggeryabouterer. Sounds mad because it absolutely is mad. 

To paraphrase Peter Kaye (think garlic and bread): Dance, it's the future. (And the past, the parallel etc. You get the point). 

The RGF xx

A confident card reading!

 

Darkness and light

 

Nature's confetti

 

Ostara, Spring and Aries Season

 

Oracle card reading: Aries Spring Ostara

I pulled this single oracle card reading today. The card that came through is timed so perfectly.  A powerful shift is coming. I should note that this card reading is for anyone that finds it, ergo the shift is too.

Let's step into power together. 

💖💖💖

The RGF xxx

Journeying towards our personal power

 

The other you

When you were the other you

The absent

The remembered and imagined

You were a shadow on my heart.

 

Now you are the real you

The here

The entwined and experienced

You are light upon my soul.

Teardrop in Venus

I wrote the post below on the 5th April 2017. Annnnnnd it transpires that Venus  was moving towards the constellation of Pisces at time of writing. It actually arrived in Pisces on the 7th, according to the all powerful and knowledgeable Internet.  Maybe I was connecting with it's trajectory.  

https://1974haze.blogspot.com/2017/04/venusian-day.html

Today I woke up singing Teardrop by Massive Attack.  Not because I'd heard it recently.  The majestic song just landed in my brain. The timing is pretty perfect because Venus moved into the constellation of Pisces yesterday. 

We are still in dreamy, mystical Pisces season and I kinda love it. Notably, I'm Pisces ascendant and my Jupiter was also in Pisces on the day I was born. As an aside, my beautiful daughter has so much Pisces in her birth chart that she's pretty much swimming in it. Soooo right now she's really disconnected from the practical and is living in her imagination.  

I digress.  Tis the season.  

Timing. It's kinda everything really.  Today I was bang on target. My Sagittarius placements woop in jubilation.  

In other news, I don't think I do want to spend a Venusian day with anyone.  It's a romantic notion but despite it's Venus in Pisces sentiment, the logic in me says I'd be wiped of all my energy. I absorb other people's energy, like a watery sponge or a reverse Colin Robinson.  As noted in my 2017 post, a Venusian day lasts for bloody ages. Soooo instead I'll take a romantic Earth day. As long as I can also take a whole day just for me. 

The RGF xxx

Mother's Day and Pisces New Moon

 

Oracle card reading on Pisces new moon

 I've been beavering away, making videos for YouTube.  This one is an oracle card reading.  Taken today. 🐠🌊♓️

Find spaciousness in each moment

 

Beautiful Pisces Magic

 

Amethyst cave meditation

 

Maiden Mother Crone and the journey

 

Oracle proposal

 

Changes

In the past, I'd be reaching for the tooooons and the wine before getting ready to go out.  Sometimes getting ready was the most thrilling part. Today, whist getting ready to go out (shopping, not out out), I'm drinking tea and contemplating whether I can squeeze in some hardcore ancestral healing.  

Ah time.  

I do still occasionally go out out. I still reach for tooooons and the wine but tea is my daily companion.  I bloody love tea.  Healing is pretty good too. 

The RGF xx

Finding space for mindfulness

Finding space for mindfulness is absolutely key. Every day. Several times a day. Or as often as possible.  

It is this that allows us to foster self-healing, self-compassion, self-inquiry and a deep inner knowing.  Mindfulness even creates stepping stones to a more beautiful connection to humanity and the world around us. 

The RGF xx

More thoughts on Chiron

I've been giving some serious thought to Chiron, from astrological perspective.  I'm focusing on self-healing but ye gods it's tricky.  

The RGF xx

Chiron

Find out about your Chiron placement in your birthchart.  It's fascinating and illuminating. You can literally Google it. 

I promise It's worth doing.  

The RGF xx

Pisces Virgo Apollo Dionysius

 

Dive in deep

 

Sleepy meditation

 

White witch

Astrosurf

I'm getting into Astrology.  If you read me (my blog, my vibe, my YouTube channel) then this is not surprising.  Yet conversely, the placements of my birthchart puts me into a position of tension, literally.  Causing me to question the very thing that both fancinates and answers all kinds of questions about, well, me. 

Assuming my parent's have my birth time correct, I have an Aquarius moon. Aquarius is ruled by Saturn and Uranus. Basically Saturn is about tradition, discipline, responsibility, restrictions, limitations, structure, perseverance etc. Uranus is extremes, breakthroughs,  breakdowns, limitlessness, and being an outsider. So they're very different.  Almost opposing really. Also I'm Pisces ascendant or Pisces rising.  Pisces is a mutable sign, think fluid like water. It's emotional, deep feeling and sensitive.  Yet Aquarius isn't comfortable with emotional displays.  Sooooo that's a lot of conflict. In short, a lot of aspects which are at loggerheads.  

Moreover, my Chiron is in the 1st house, Aries at 20 degrees retrograde. I actually dont know how important the exact time of birth is for your Chiron. I think it's the date only. I know Chiron moves slow relative to Earth, thus us. Or something like that. I think it may be comet or an asteroid.  Your Chiron (see Greek mythology for more on this) is a wound, a deep,  unhealing, life pivotal wound. It can be healed a little but you have to do the work.  Significantly, it seems that my Chiron wound relates to my identity. So I will or rather do struggle with my identity.  Annnnnnd, my Aquarius moon is about the need to be different. Buuuuut it's also about tradition and limitations because of the Saturn influence. Screw you Saturn. Well maybe. Do you see all the conflict? 

Furthermore, I have a lot Sagittarius in my birthchart.  In significant locations.  My Sun or starsign for one. Amongst other things, a Sage is a seeker. The Sagittarius, or the archer, is forever seeking a target. Unsettled perhaps? Always looking.  Seek and ye shall never find. Be and ye shall have already found. Think the Whole of the Moon by the Waterboys. Or maybe that scene from The Matrix. "Only realise the truth, there is no spoon". What did that young chap mean? Lots of things perhaps but most probably that reality is not reality.  Also that reality is not fixed.  It's bendable.  Unlike spoons which are most definitely only bendable by hand not mind.  But I'm getting ahead of myself here and off topic, in a way. I'll come back to this. 

I should note that I have always felt different.  I have always been odd and I've also always been shy. Notably, I've seldom been fully comfortable with my oddness. I find peopling ie chatting, networking extremely hard. It's got easier, with the practice that nearly 50 years on planet Earth has brought me but it remains an effort.  And I'm Pisces ascendant so I'm kinda mutable. In other words, I'm moderately chameleon like in my interactions. I can find ways to talk to most people but at the same time, I feel exhausted by this. Pisces folk are also  empathic, so imagine feeling all the feelings but also feeling uncomfortable with feelings (Aquarius) and everytime I say the wrong thing (Sagittarians are pretty epic at this), I know I that I have because I sense the reactions that are unspoken. Blargh. Jeez. Seriously? 

Indeed, I've always felt other people's feelings. Since being teeny tiny I have enjoyed big empath vibes. Sadly, I have tended to draw cruel people to me. I get some nice one's too but there have been lots of yucky one's.  I was bullied at school.  Not a tiny bit but lots of times. Moreover, I have always chosen partners who loved me far less than I loved them. Or that simply didn't love me at all. Annnnnnnd I married a sociopath.  There are other life experiences of note here but those are too personal to describe publically. 

I remember maybe 3 years ago telling my colleagues that I cry all the time. Everyday basically.  Fortunately, since daily(ish) yoga, affirmations and mindfulness, I cry less and cope more.  Even as I say this though, my inner critic tells me to pull myself together.  That unhelpful critic has been quiter in recent years.  I figured that was because I'd been doing all the helpful things.  And it probably was. Yet, as I write these words, the inner critic is louder. Why is that? The answer is coming.  In the next paragraph to  be specific.  

The Chiron wound returns in your 50th year. Well the wound aways there but I guess the pull of it becomes more pronounced.  This is my 50th year on the Earth. My actual birthday is quite a number of months away. So my Chiron wound is all up in my face or getting closer to it, like a turd in the swimming pool of life. And as I said, my Chiron is about feeling uneasy with my identity.  So yeah. 

It's also, according to many, the age of Aquarius. In other words, Pluto is in Aquarius.  It was last in this part of sky 226 years ago.  Astrologically speaking, this is a big thing for the planet and everyone on it. All life perhaps.  Big stuff happened in the past, when Pluto was last in Aquarius.  So destabilising changes are afoot. Big foot, if you will. A freaky, hobbit foot of big. Yikes.  

So Earth is redefining itself.  Probably. 

I'm redefining myself and I'm doing it amongst all the myriad of stuff described above. And maybe that's exactly why I am doing it. Self-fulfilling prophecy much... 

I'm probably having an existential crisis because if we take the Chiron wound as our compass, of course I am. 

Circling back to the Matrix point, reality is ever changing. It is a mixed bag of tradition and invention. Of the mundane and the esoteric.  It can be limited but also limitless. The forces of nature make certain things impossible until we discover how to defy this. Reality can also be said to exist and to be imagined simultaneously.  Why? Because all reality is filtered through or felt through the third eye of the beholder.  There's logic too. Obviously.  Everything exists but also absolutely nothing does. This is philosophy at it's trickiest.  If the apple falls from the tree and no one sees it drop, does the apple exist? Does the tree exist? I'll pause here because even my brain is hurting and I'm writing this stuff. I may come back to this another day. 

I find myself at question.  A quest even. Well I am the archer. Can I simultaneously be a staunch traditionalist and an innovator? Can I follow the rules that I also want to break? Can I feel everyone's feels and my feels but reject outward heady displays of feelings? Can I champion humanitarian causes (Aquarius) and not get painfully lost in suffering (Pisces)? Can I centre on a rooted yet equally mutable identity?  Maybe.  

This is work in progress... 

I'm watching all my spaces... 

Epilogue 

There were a lot of words shared here. 

If you made it this far, congratulations.  We might actually be soul buddies. Let me know. 

Bye for now. 

The RGF. 

PS. You can find me on YouTube here: 

https://youtube.com/@witchymeditations?si=3GgmoPAoNj2Q7zRd

King Midas?

Today was something of a tricky day.  I won't share all the minute details here but I've certainly tended to have the opposite of the Midas touch. 

Despite attempts to shine in a beautiful, weird splendour. It didn't happen. 

I also randomly got pen on my face. I hadn't even used a pen. I guess that actually is weird but maybe in more of a bad way. 

Even this post isn't flowing in the usual manner. I'm stumbling.  Clumsy. Awkward.  

Yes today is just a day...

But this is not the ready - set - go I wanted. 

And there is a lot of awful world stuff happening.  

I do hope that this is the storm before the calm. 

The RGF x

Lovely oddness

The new moon in Aquarius is coming. On 9 February 2024 to be precise.  So get ready to get your weird on because this is the vibe for the Aquarius new moon.

In fact don't even wait.

Get zany today.

And make it an oddness tipped with kindness.

The RGF xx  

Authentic

Planetary type stuff and me stuff is creating a strong desire for me to be fully authentic.  This sits awkwardly with some parts of my life.  It's hard to fully be who you are in every moment. Adulting seems to require so much filtering. And as much as I like choosing my words with kindness, I don't like choosing my words based on expectation or arbitrary rules. I definitely don't like rules that merely exist to make some groups of people subservient or less than another group.  I don't like power plays. I don't like it when people pretend to be different than they actually are. Obviously I want every human to be good and kind. Yet I know that many people aren't. Sigh. Some people aren't trying to be kind, they're chameleon like and this unnerves me. In other words they're false. Yes sometimes we have to blend. I get that. But it feels like some people are master blenders.  That kind of unauthenticate vibe invokes flight mode in me. I truly want to find the nearest metaphorical cave and hide in it. 

So where do I go from here? 

The parting shot in my previous post was 'ready,  set, go' but as much as I'm ready, how do I actually begin? 

I sometimes fear that my attempts at assertion read as aggression. Whilst I appreciate the sentiment in Faith No More's song Be Agressive. I don't actually like aggression. And I care about other people's feelings but NOT at the expense of my own. 

Is this the beginning of being fully authentic? 

Not being a little bit me then looking sidelong for approval?   

Maybe. 

Hopefully.  

Let's see...

The RGF xxx

Realisations

I called myself The RGF in a blog post yesterday.  This was interesting, well at least to me. I'll describe why in a moment. Firstly, I last wrote a blog post in August 2023 (well before yesterday). Secondly, I haven't described myself as The RGF for erm years I think. I simply forgot. It turns out that I forgot far more than my self made label. I forgot what's important to me. Not loved ones, obviously that's locked in but who I am. The things that make me tick. Like caring for the planet, connecting with nature, writing, music,  making a difference in the world and basically being unashamedly WOKE. Capitalisation intentional. 

I like big WOKE and I cannot lie.  

Note: when I say I forgot, I only mean partially. I've been me with a little 'm'. Rather than 'ME'! 

The interesting bit: 2024 in numerology is an eight year. It's also the year of Leo because Leo is the 8th sign of the zodiac. We are still in the energy of a Leo full moon, expressed in the season of Aquarius.  I have just discovered that my moon sign is Aquarius ie the moon was in Aquarius when I was born.  I'm also a Pisces rising or Pisces Ascendant. I'm neither Numerologist nor Astrologist at the time of writing but it seems that your rising sign and moon sign tells you more about who you are than your starsign or at least than your starsign alone. The house the sun was in tells you stuff too but I haven't fully checked the whys and wherefores on this yet. Aquarius is all about activism, innovation and the Leo moon is all about authenticity. 8 in Numerology, amongst other things, is about strength (Leo of course is also about strength). All this being said, it's not surprising that I want to shout loud my vibe into the ether.

Right now, for me and, well, for everyone, it's time to be authentic. Not from the shadows, but uniquely in technicolour. Shining out whilst bathed in a glorious metaphorical sun. 

Coincidentally or perhaps meaningfully, my previous post talked about infinite mirrors.  8 is also the infinity symbol.  

Interestingly, Ophiuchus is the 13th starsign according to some. If it's accepted as a thing, then I'm one of them. And according to various descriptions on the web, I kinda resonate with the traits.  

Sooooooooo this is a lightbulb moment.

I will speak out and I will speak up. I'll do so in unity with my weird, space blob, Aquarius, Pisces, empathic, humanitarian, eco warrior self. 

Ready.  

Set. 

Go!

The RGF xx

Mirror World

I shared some words today and those words reminded me of something that happened when I was a kid. I recall looking at the back of a cereal packet and seeing one of those infinite pictures.  A picture within a picture, if you will, but continually.  Like looking in a mirror and there are other mirrors, so from an angle, you are seeing infinite versions of yourself.  I never liked them - those pictures or the infinite mirrors or russian dolls. They make me feel uneasy.  It's a 'when will it end' emotion. Infinity. Arrrrrgh. OK so the dolls ended. And the tiny baby dolls were cute. But the mirrors and the pictures...

I wish I could occupy the same mental space as Vince Noir. His complete nonchalance when he entered the Mirror World. He was nonplussed at the prospect of forever looking upon his own reflection. Myriad versions of his strange yet somehow beautiful face.  Vast angles of his perfect, weird hair. Fortunately for Vince, his ego was as large as his hair halo. My ego, or hair for that matter, isn't quite so expansive.  

I'm not aversed to my own reflection but I like to be prepared.  It's like when someone gets a camera out and pretty much holds it under your chin, and you think, this isn't going to end well. Cameras are not a buttercups.  We are not carrying out some serious 'do you like butter' science here. This is a photo. Aim high with your angles.

Yet this isn't about vanity. It's about the unnerving feeling, that by staring into infinite mirrors, you'll somehow be pulled through the vortex and end up living someone else's life in a parallel universe. Terrifying.  

Vortex aside, if ever happen upon Mr Susan, I'll try to embody my inner Vince.  

The RGF xxx