Yesterday, while resting after my brother’s visit, I was quickly jarred out of my complacency by a loss of signal on my TV set, due to solar interference according to Direct TV. We lost our signal from 11:57 am to 12:03 pm, but March 6th seems to be awfully early in the season for this sort of problem to occur. Having been involved with satellite communications in the 1980′s, I felt that this situation should not happen until March 21, if then(plus or minus a few days).
Even though the residents of the Gulf are still suffering from the oil spill and will likely continue to feel it’s effects for years to come, the Media and thus the world is starting to lose interest. Maybe it’s time to do some reflecting and some rethinking concerning the seriousness of what we’ve seen, or what we yet may see!
First off I’m not a geologist. If you are and you’re reading this, please correct my misunderstandings. Oil, gasses and other liquids we pull from underneath the ground, or “seabed” in this case, must leave a “space”.
A recent comment on one of my good friend Ray Ward’s reports, has encouraged me to communicate with you these following words:
In a recent book, and a film, called The Other Side of Heaven, John H. Groberg tells the story of an elderly Tongan sailor.
It reads: “In Tongan the word hala means road or path, but is incomplete by itself and needs to have a modifier, such as hala uta (path on land) or hala tali (path on sea). I became convinced that many of those old captains were as sure where they were on their sea paths as we are on our land paths. The ocean is home to them and they develop a feel that is hard for us to comprehend. Let me give an example: I remember returning home from a long voyage in very contrary weather with heavy seas, strong winds, and a cloudy, rainy sky. We were out of sight of land all afternoon, all night and into the next morning. I became a little concerned and asked the captain if he knew for sure where we were.
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