Who Are The British?

Britons are a genetic group, the modern Welsh and Cornish and NOBODY ELSE. When people describe non-Brythonic genealogy as being 'Britons' it IS cultural repression of a minority ethnic group. 

The English and Scottish are not Britons. They are British ONLY because they genetically interbred with the Britons. 

Briton (pure) and British (derived of) with the suffix -ish replacing the suffix -on, as per English language structure. 

THIS IS BRITISH CULTURE, DNA AND LANGUAGE 

When those definitive things are ignored and invalidated by people with different genetic and cultural origins, thats a matter of ... cultural and genetic REPLACEMENT 

Which is what the ancestral British are highlighting as being VERY VALID.

The same logic flows through to English (not pure Angles, a mixture of other tribes genes into the Ingles to make the Ingle-ish) and to the Scottish (not pure Scoti, a mixture of other tribes genes into the Scoti to make the Scot-ish). 

You have now competed your lesson in 

WHO ARE THE BRITISH ?

 for the day. 

Your homework is to contemplate interbreeding or retaining your own genealogy as purely as possible. 

Warning; reproducing with immediate siblings and first cousins is known to cause genetic defects. 

Next Weeks Lesson: 

'Why Manx Cats have no tails and why Human-Monkeys have no tails'

You are, of course, invited to test whether SCIENCE or IDEOLOGY is more real in the real world, by believing that you can fly and stepping off the roof of a tall building.

RIP WES

 

Wes, mate. What the fuck. 

Books of blackness bringing light. Expressions of pain. Words so beautiful, insightful, pure. 

Wes was the best guitarist I ever met. 

There were times we got so close. We dream-shared. Sleeping in adjacent rooms, waking the next morning from a lucid dream featuring each other and discussing it in detail, sharing the same dream consciously proved to us without doubt that such a thing is possible. Shamanic. Can't lead a normal life when you go through stuff like that. Can't fit in to the demands of the normal world which demands we must be crazy to believe in spirituality and put it first and foremost above all other things. 

Nobody gave Wes enough attention because when we did it was heavy sharing in what he had to process in his inner world. Wes was plutonic, saturnalian, self-destructive in a hedonism necessary to escape the pain he confronted. 

Then he met the most beautiful, wonderful, adorable and dedicated girlfriend imaginable. I don't know her, I heard so much positive about her and their love together. 

But we always knew Wes time here was gonna be cut short. He told me once, he had seen the moment his death. I told him if we know the future we have a duty to change it. Fuck fate, we make our own. It had a gravity he could never escape from, not fully. It happened the way he described it. 

Wes is a poet who left books of his thoughts. Sometimes he couldn't create and when he did it was magic. 

He passed away on Valentines Day 2026, ever the romantic soul. 

We all miss you. 

What happened after in his wake is a part of his teaching. The people who loved him pulled closer and sorted out their hateful differences; which is all he ever really wanted. Wes did what was necessary to make that happen. He was the strongest of us all. 

Something Different This Way Comes

Here is a list of some primarily personal, artistic and creative blogs which share similarities with snakeappletree.blogspot.com in spirit or theme. I don't know any of these people and they don't know me. The affinity I have for them is hermitude. 

kristybowen.blogspot.com 

keningzhu.com/journal 

wildozark.com/hermit-artist 

miguelcarterfisherblog.wordpress.com

kamethehermit.tumblr.com 

beguidedbyart.com 

thehermitsrest.wordpress.com 

arthermit.ca

www.marycoreymarch.wordpress.com

slowmuse.wordpress.com 

www.drawntowriting.blogspot.com

A Necessary Debunk

 

I blog. I have been bloggin' for a long time. It was 2009 I came over to blogger. Before that, phpbb. Probably not much of that remains, it was the old internet after all, since the good old days before FakeBook. Even back then people were still using the phrase 'Global Village' to describe the internet. Somehow it became Troll City.  

One of my blog sites was for some awesome SecondLife sims which I discovered. I once had enough time to do a series of SL blogs, photographing the sims for posterity. SL sims don't usually last very long. One of those sims was a Furry sim. I never saw anyone else there, I don't hang out with Furries as far as I know and I have never been a Furry myself. There is a community of Furry's in SL which I have nothing to do with. Occasionally might cross paths with one of them in a public place, but rare. I liked the Furry sim because the architecture was interesting both in its design and in it aesthetic. 

It was one of dozens of blogs of SL sims I made. 

I was basically showcasing some of the 3D digital artists using SL because, with the sims so often being temporary, there isn't any proof they ever existed. Once they're gone they're gone for good. As an artist and art historian it is part of my duty to make some sort of an effort at recording the sort of art which is being made at this time in history. SecondLife art scene is quite big inworld and is virtually unheard of outside of it. 

For reasons known only to Google, its Gemini AI has decided to put my name as synonymous with Furry culture, all because of the one blog. As far as I am concerned, I do not have much pleasant to say about Google AI for it doing that. I've never been a Furry. I have no interest in it. I know it exists. There are so many things I am much more interested in. Furries is not even on the list of things I am interested in. I am more interested in how coloured chalk is made than I am in Furries. 

What this proves is how you can not trust Google AI because it lies. For the dozens of blogs I have made about SecondLife, for the dozens of blogs I have made about Tabletop RolePlaying Games, for the dozens of blogs I have made about music and art, for the hundreds of blogs I have made about psychology and sociology; to label me by one thing which I made one blog about, especially when its something I don't much care about, seems ridiculous and misinformative. I do find that offensive. 

Should I delete the furry blog? It's tempting to do that, just to get Google AI off my back. 

Thank you for reading this attempt to set the public record straight about something which has annoyed me. 

RIP KBL

For 17 years a woman has systematically repeatedly destroyed my life at every opportunity, out of malice, spite and envy. She has told me to my face her motive is because she is jealous. 

A week ago she was found dead. I suspect it was another vodka and pharmaceutical overdose, two years after the last time she did that, which gave her a stroke and put her in a coma. 

I have tried for years to get her the help she has needed. She was clearly psychiatric. 

In part because she misrepresented my attempts to get her professional help through the system as male domination, misogyny and undermining her sense of being “a strong independant woman who don’t need no man”, the authorities attitude has been to accuse me of being the problem and to not support her. 

She has reported hallucinating ghosts of dead babies clawing their way out of the walls to get to her. She has clawed and smashed holes in her walls and doors in an attempt to frighten them off her. There are witnesses to this. 

I do not believe I was ever the problem. I believe drugs, alcohol, bad decisions and bad company had made a psychiatric problem much worse. 

I have taken her to hospital for emergency operations after she has been involved in drunk driving incidents. I have done everything I was able to support her. I long ago stopped giving her financial support because she spent it on street drugs and vodka. She stated repeatedly the reasons she hated me is because I won’t fund her self-destruction. 

She had me wrongfully arrested for crimes she had organised, for revenge and as a joke. She would show off about it to my face when nobody else was around. Her friends were involved in that.

I did make police reports about her for some incidents. They would never act on it. The police told me that as a vulnerable female they would protect her rather than warn her, even when it meant for example whitewashing evidence supporting my claims. Including video’s threats of violence, text evidence of attempted blackmail and threats of further false allegations and theft of property. I do believe it has to do with her being a police informant albeit a corrupt one. She took dealers out to protect other dealers. 

Being the target of that level of domestic abuse by somebody like that is something I have had no support for. 

The National Domestic Abuse Helpline told me they are for women only. The idea of female to male domestic abuse is not something the local system workers are able to compute. Eventually I was told to ‘try mens sheds’ whatever that is. I had to explain I am heterosexual; there is lgbt crime support. 

There is no support for men who are put through this intense level of ongoing hate crime. 

I entered 2026 with news of her death. It’s a shock to the system. I am free of it. I don’t know how to feel. It’s data to process. Emotionally I am still stunned. I actually feel like I want to cry. It’s like coming up for air after bursting your lungs with suffocation for so long. 

She split me up from one relationship by telling my girlfriend I had been accusing her of being a pedophile. I never did. 

She and her friends split me up from one relationship by getting me arrested for animal abuse which I did not do and when that did not work they told my girlfriend I had slept with one of them. I never did. 

She split me up from one relationship by telling social services I had tried to kill a child and social services backed her and told my girlfriend I was a danger to children. My girlfriend saw through it but her parents and friends did not, they pressured her into ending things. 

The woman did not want to be in a relationship with me herself. I asked her if the jealousy was because of that. She said no. Said it was that she wanted me to know what it feels like to be controlled, and to have my life destroyed. She explained it by saying; “smash the patriarchy.” “All men are bastards.” “Let you know how women feel.” 

This post is in memory of her. 

RIP 

Got my Studio Back Together

 

Studio Notes - Spring-Summer-Autumn - 2025

November 2024 saw a Tower Card whap-splat my life 

the flying magic carpet being slipped out from beneath my dancing feet. 

Gulp. 

Falling hard and fast for six months.

Today I sit in the new studio, 

gleaming like the glisten thing, 

listening to sounds of sacred magic instruments, 

bagged and boxed ten years ago and more. 

Got my shit back together. 

Got my studio back together.

Previously it was an underground music studio 

in a flat in Zooport city for my sins. 

Now it's in the White Room. 

It's been 17 years. 

Two cycles of 7 and a half. 

The numbers form a theme, 

etching shapes in their wake, 

surfing the dream sea of infinite potential. 

Problem being, technology has evolved in that time 

I got a push-button digital dreamscape in a box 

The likes of which we used to talk about 

Does it make the old school gear obsolete? 

Productivity from using AI competes 

with a huge skill set honed only of experience 

Don't know what to do about it 

The philosophy of Samplists is easy

All sound is a valid source of inspiration 

To be copied & crafted 

Into a new context 

Different than the original creative intent 

It's actually a better world 

But hey, 

We have all been compromising with the interface 

For so long now

It's just another tool in the box

Shaping us as much as we hope to shape it 

28 AI albums later 

Getting it out of the system

Before returning to the slow old ways 

Of real sound 

Of real Human artistry 

For what it is

Does it still hold up and compete in the new world? 

Who is to judge? 

Perhaps it has become a thing of the doing, rather than the sharing

And perhaps it always was 

Despite the sharing being the purpose

Musicians are channels who music flows through 

From whatever it is before it becomes music 

To the emotions of the audience

If there even is one 

But hey

We do it anyway

Music is religion 

Truth is God 

Island Village Britain

There is a village on an island.

The village has a population of 100 people.

Its sewerage infrastructure can sustain 60 people at a push, preferably 40 people.

The loose average is it can support 50 people maximum.

The population of the village is currently two times more than the sewer system can support. 

There is a lot of pollution, clogging the rivers and the sea around the coast.

Previously the Sea around the coast had fisheries and beaches. 

Fishing brought food.

Tourism brought money into the economy. 

Now, it has much less of that.

And it smells.

People and ecology are already negatively affected from the polluted water being full of excrement. 

It is going to cost a lot more money to fix it all, than what the village collectively has. 

46 people are the Traditional National Imported Religion.

(This compares to 15 years ago when 60 of them were the Traditional National Imported Religion. 

Mostly the reduction is because the older generation are dying of age).

37 people are atheists, believing in no God or Spirituality at all. 

11 of the people are from a Foreign Misogynistic Dominator Religion, 

5 of them arriving in the past 5 years. 

5 people are all of the Other Foreign Moderate Religions combined. 

At least 1 of the people is Imported Neo-Pagan Religion, possibly more.

Only 3 of the 100 people are the original indigenous bloodline 

who originally were 100% of the population before all of the other groups of people moved in. 

Archeology shows they have been here between 10K-12K years.

Although that cultural and genetic replacement of the original population 

by foreign colonists began to happen 1500-2000 years ago, 

it accelerated exponentially toward modern times. 

Only 1 of those 3 half-practise the Indigenous Pagan Religion of the Original Ancestors. 

The village is called Britain. 

Statistic from UK ONS (Office of National Statistics) 2025

2025/9/9 Hermits Portal

 

I trust astrology. It was taught me how all energy is electromagnetic, all energy seeks to balance, and all planets and stars affect the person because their alignment at the moment of conception establishes a grid for that individual which affects they life path. It's a hard science when you understand it electromagnetically and that we are energetic beings. 

Anyway, today (10th Sept 25) I saw a video posted to YouTube yesterday on the 9/9/9 which is described as 'The Hermits Gate'. This obviously makes a lot of sense to me as for the past few days I have been contemplating my hermetic lifestyle. 

Yesterday I was driven by overwhelming intuition to upload some albums to BandCamp. 

Here are the links: 

Munster Cathedral Bells

 

https://x.com/theflateartherr/status/1905842899712983361?s=46

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2024.11.11 

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Station to Station

Station to Station

The ArtStation and AI protest, 2 years later.

The digital art platform Artstation was launched in 2014. 

It’s stated goal is “to empower artists so they can be independent and successful.” 

In 2021 Epic games purchased Artstation which many digital artists were using as their showcase gallery to seek employment within the games and media industries.  

In December 2022 anti-AI art campaigners organised and spammed Artstation with the now famous No-AI logo in a protest against ‘stealing other peoples art’. Unfortunately for the protestors the No-AI logo itself is copyrighted material since 2007. Effectively the protestors have collectively stolen a piece of original design by replicating it identically and spamming Artstation and other platforms with it to make their statement. Individual members of the anti-AI movement decided that it was worth taking the risk of hypocrisy and legal theft by seizing private goods for the greater good of the protest. 

Fortunately for the protestors the owner of the infringed copyrighted No-AI logo has a sense of humour and understands how using art in this way has a historical precedent and is necessary for cultural reform. That this awareness goes beyond personal prejudices and opinions regardless of any legal situation during any given generation. The extent to understanding and appreciation of the power and value of not censoring art is evident in the education the copyright owner of the No-AI image provides for his own child. This is evidenced by having taken the child to the Art And Protest exhibition in the nations capitol, an exhibition which featured zero digital art. It did have a Banksy. 

The visit to the national gallery occurred simultaneously to an actual protest occurring between the trainstation, government headquarters and BBC headquarters. Although that particular protest was against the government endorsed syllabus of promoting and normalising pedophilia in state schools, not directly about art until some of the images and accompanying text printed in the schoolbooks are called into question. That is entirely another matter to the T&C of Artstation which prohibits such content but does not prohibit imagery generated by an AI. 

Artstation resolved the conflict by installing a ‘see AI content yes/no’ toggle on their website which is widely regarded as a form of commonsense compromise, an easy solution. While the platform did continue to come under criticism by the most hate driven of the protestors for not outright banning AI within their domain altogether, it did satisfy most people that AI content should be labelled as such, the onus for doing so reliant on the platform user, the uploader of the imagery which benefits Artstation by exonerating them from any involvement with third party misuse of the platform. Likewise, the artists retain full copyright of any work uploaded to Artstation. 

In 2024 I discovered Artstation Magazine website which is in addition to and a separate platform than Artstation. It is also owned by Epic games. The copyright on Artstation Magazine website says 2024. I have been unable to determine if it existed prior to this as the information ‘when did art station magazine start?' is not available on google so far as I have been able to ascertain. 

It features four main categories; 

Develop Art Skills. Career Opportunities. Discover inspiration (triple-A games showcase). Industry News. 

There is not an AI thing in sight. Artstation Magazine seems entirely devoted to ‘digital art pre-AI’ which means they are doing a lot to keep people in employment with skills which developed in the 25 years since the Millennium Y2K and which hardly much existed before then to the contemporary accepted standard, certainly not in the practicality of the style-houses which have emerged since the dawn of high-resolution digital art.  

My generation of art training came from artists who lived and trained before computers. I was trained in the traditional art techniques from the academy allegedly founded by Da Vinci. At the time there was no differentiation between 'machines which replace the painting-with-real-paint with buttons and a mouse or graphics tablets', and 'machines which replace the painting-with-real-paint with using buttons and text prompts'. It was all considered computer art, put in the same box. It is not 'painting' if no actual paint is involved. 

It is digital art. None of it is ‘real art’ to the understanding of the last living generation of real artists who determined collectively that computer art will be the death of traditional art skills. This is comparable in the same way graphic-tablet-and-mouse digital artists have determined that text-prompt digital artists will be the death of art or more specifically of their income stream. Which as time has showed, if the short space of two years is sufficient to measure it by, was incorrect. It was nothing more than panic-based fear-mongering and targeted hatred. 

When I look at platforms such as Artstation and see no evidence at all of any actual paint or charcoal, nor the skills required to create what continues to be described by the majority as ‘real art’, I wonder at the intensity by which digital artists employed by a thriving industry have in defending their own generations unique method of creating visual imagery against all others, past and future.