Harrison’s Leg.

Sat on set, in a field.

Harrison Ford looks around…..

A check of eyes and egos, then

Points his leg


“Justlikethat!” (mutters to himself)

It snaps from the knee

And returns home as though it ‘knows'

(and knows it knows not).

This whip of the leg is nice enough and certainly grounds our Harrison whether he is:

In a field – to the life of grass

On a set – to the cells of the arts

But when he knocks that pounce ‘out’ into space…. man it’s wonderful.

To any onlookers, they see a man extending his leg, either slowly or fast, and so fast it may seem like a blur, but they will discredit the ‘quiet impulse’ that follows.

Because there is a key (side) effect from this action:

If you are nearby (within throwing leg distance of him*, research has shown) and you happen to be experiencing a period of time where you are led unbalanced by either thoughts or feelings, or both, then this minimal leg pounce from Harrison can uncurl a mind, and free that

‘tendril’… of thought,

that ‘sponge’… of feeling.

It unhooks the unbalanced item, and if your 3rd eye was awake, you would see the tendril/sponge pop out, hit the ground and trail towards the leg, its attention smothered and enticed in the following manner:

Thought Tendril – snakes towards (gains momentum in a series of chained movements) and appears as light, serpentine.

feeling Sponge – swells out wave like in reddish hues, growing nearer and closer.

But when they arrive at said leg, all the weight of their work is removed, and for a moment you may even be unable to tell them apart, as a blurring and stillness occurs… and it is a stillness that remains.

"…Something about that leg pulls you in."
Peter Falk – 1967 on the set of “Luv”, which features Ford’s 2nd film credit but interestingly it’s the 1st prominent appearance of his full leg (with added sass)**

And what is left in you, for those few seconds without thought or feeling can see all this and not, the soul of everything, every tiny particle and beyond, every mystery, and all the connection.

You won’t remember this but the whole of you does, and that 1 glimpse is enough of a reminder to refuel and nourish and help it restore a balance within and bring about a natural peace.

Some believe Harrison to be unaware of any of this ***, although some do quote him as knowing exactly what his leg gets up to:

“Yeah... my leg Can uncurl the soul through the drama and noise of thoughts and feelings”  -  Harrison Ford , 1979 flirting with female cast.


*     that is the average distance attained by a theorized one legged Harrison if he were able to throw his leg from a seated position, away from him.

**   His 1st appearance, un-credited in ‘Dead Heat on a Merry-Go-Round’ only featured a bit of leg to be honest.  But what’s interesting about it, is that it’s a leg that really does shove its way into shot at the very last moment of a daring pivot…a hint of something more perhaps even back then. 

You can see for yourself if you search for the film titles and Harrison Ford.

***   all tests have been done remotely and without permission.



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This is the title of an early Russian cartoon from around the late 1920s, that’s an unusual blend between the experimental animation styles of the decade and the coming trend towards social realism in the 1930’s.

I’ve been very lucky to get hold of a copy of this rare sketch of the main character, but it's hard finding any surviving footage though a little does exist.  I was at a local Nunderground event recently (secret gatherings that showcase illicit material suppressed or rare) and managed to see a little of the opening before the event was rumbled.

It’s essentially a superhero cartoon, but with a key difference, because this particular hero sets out to show he is neither ‘super’ nor a ‘hero’, and not above anyone else.

I found this fascinating, especially existing at this period of time, so I’ll set out the key aspects of the cartoon to illustrate what’s wonderful and freeing about it.

(you can see the evidence for each point in the picture)

1. He only used his muscles to squeeze the stashed stolen cash that had been tucked under the guts of  the greedy fat cats, (they had taped dirty money to the 'ceiling', and rammed 'embezzled energy' under the basin of their stomachs)

And he didn't harm them either.   Only bust a few ribs sometimes.  Believed all are made good and equal - just got lost.

2. Long Pickey pokey finger,  independently rotated and pointed out injustice, and if not poked much out during the day, it went home late to it's “picking post”, to take out any extra stress and energy, and not on anyone else.

3. Scribbled face - was to confuse attackers and to not allow idolization.   Though war and disagreement has raged through human history (though not always as we are taught - more on this in another chapter) the one thing everyone, warlords and the like, had always being able to agree and rely on was the constant of a nose in the centre of a face not shifting about when punching it...until now.

(it was often known as the “steady anchor” in different cultures.)

4. Anti hierarchy cream - his magic shoulder squeezed out a special substance

part hair
   part air
     part tube

But believed anyone could have it and set out often to prove it.  It removed barriers, highlighted hierarchies.  And without these invented barriers, the cream revealed in successive episodes how all are truly equal in every way.

5. No sole villains - was the whole why they were where they were.


An amazing discovery, at the cutting edge of science & investigative journalism, a Flan has been found trying to communicate!!  Experts have worked around the clock to assist this commune, and to also see how this happened & what it really means to us all.

And Here It Is, Pictured Alongside, The First, (human heard) Decree of Flan...

This was the result of that hard work of many to interpret the message of this incredible Flan and in the manner it wished, through 'sign', passion & flair!. 

Putting the startling nature of this statement/threat to 1 side for the moment, the Flan, frankly looks great, and the notion that life force has transferred beyond the grain, to flan, and is now constant is truly fascinating.

But we also have a special recording taken from within the Flan, with the aid of the latest technology available.  The latest flan-sensitive microphones were inserted, with permission, (utilising 'polenta based pickups' for extra amplification) & and reached what is believed at current to be the stomach of the thing.  Now, we are able to glimpse what's really going on inside this man eating beast and hear for ourselves, it's own inner proclamation. 

So Lets Go Deep Down, 

Into The Filling Of The Flan.

Pump's Kin

I'm in the process of making some sketches and portraits of my dog and accountant, Pump Gregoriou, which I will put up as soon as the final edit has been agreed. 

In the meantime, here is one of his siblings, Brother Calzone, and amongst the family he is known as the 'Meat Finder'.

Brother Calzone
'Dressed and posing for Portrait'
Song for Medulla Oblongata.

The 'Medulla'

Dream fuelled sketch
(click on for a clearer viewin)

The start of this tale begins with "Sex on Fire" by Kings of Leon, and a re-imagining of the world of the song, to tell the story of the Medulla Oblongata (Mo for the short).

'Mo' forms part of the lowest area of the brain,  and hence as you will see has been picked upon by bits of brain above it under the false perception of 'hierarchies'.

This all started with my recent interest in the evolution of the brain and the idea of it being a living thing, (akin to the theory that all particles of matter are 'alive' in a sense, they react, and are connected, which is a further dabble to come) and dabbling also in the possibility of communicating in some form with these 'living' things.  I tried meditating to something specific, but at this stage I hadn't connected to anything, but what happened shortly afterwards opened up an unusual path.

The results flooded a dream of mine, and then upon waking, through a hurried sketch and colouring.  It seemed as though as I had made contact with something.  A specific part of the brain, the Medulla Oblongata.  And this is the story I have translated.

The fragments I experienced in the dream are as follows:

It's night, it's very cold, I see a big fleshy thing (a giant Medulla, with feelings, and sad face of sorts), moving somehow, in the street, (not a shuffle, nor a huddling) whilst the kings of leon trawl through leaf litter in my room (latched on from elsewhere in the psyche this bit I assume).  I call out and ask if it's ok, and beckon MO in through my window,whilst holding the band back behind me with arms outstretched, as their curiosity mixed with fear and anger at what was happening.
MO told of its sadness (I do feel that it was slightly a woman). Of how what it named 'Big Brain'* had attacked MO's confidence and worth. And this, I could not take silently.

*note on Big Brain - at 18seconds into the song, you can hear Big Brain trying to make it's presence felt, with possibly it's first recorded reaction via sound,  which turns out to be a cocky-moan.  

Hence came the song, the picture, the plight, it fit so right.  MO does so much more in it's duties I researched and realised, and did not deserve these lies, and so I yelled the truth, in a manner nudged into being by the band being there.   And when the chorus hit, putting both versions flush to each other to compare, the power and assertion meant much to Medulla Oblongata.

Listen out for Medulla herself singing in those higher octaves, gaining in confidence, AND, I urge you to try at least once to sing the new words along to the song, with a little gusto, and see how it feels for you. 

The Song

Tree Life

Click on the picture for a fuller viewin.

Look out for the foot prints of the night forest,

The Insect of Spirits with its many eye and ghostly trail,

Creatures faces, and the Haka in the Hollows,

The Leaf Dragon and it's heady spew.