Morning church service then old steam engines

This morning was a combined service of the Holy Trinity benefice in Paulton. The congregation was composed of about 60 people; as is my won’t I sit in the back row. The marriage banns were read. There were two couples going to get married, and shortly after they were read one of the two couples hurried in a couple of minutes later. They were obviously ill at ease due to unfamiliarity with the service, never mind the full works with Holy Communion included. The man did not endear himself to me by continually sniffing. Have people not heard of handkerchiefs?

I read an interesting article in the Telegraph today asking “if chewing, sniffing or clicking gives you the rage? What it’s like to suffer from misophonia. This term, discovered by US scientists Margaret and Pawel Jastreboff translates as ‘hatred of sound’. I suffer from sounds that are outside the normal context for example people coughing during musical recitals, or sudden unexpected sounds.

I found the service dragged on a bit. The prayers were too numerous, the hymns were too long and the tunes were unfamiliar. The sermon was good, talking about the need to take responsibility for your faith by sharing our faith with other people, something that does not come naturally to the average English class but never mind. The preacher thought that had not St Paul undertaken his various journeys under very difficult circumstances the sect of Christianity as it was at that time would have remained small and insignificant.

The other thing that makes me uncomfortable is the so-called ‘Passing the Peace” where everyone goes round shaking hands with everybody else. I must be charitable at this stage and say that perhaps it is very good for people to come out of their shells and make some sort of physical contact with the other people there. I myself pass the parcel as I call it to between six and eight other people, those in the immediate vicinity of where I’m sitting. Guide, the regular vicar, makes a point of coming to everybody and so he reaches the length and breadth of the church.

I love these symmetrical numbers. The message on the left relates to a failure of the five computers within the car to talk to each other. There is nothing actually wrong with the car.


Home, via Tesco’s, where this last week I must have put in £60 worth of petrol and this only for local journeys. Goodness knows how people manage you got to travel long distances in connection with their work or even a long commute. Off to Trowbridge in Wiltshire. I find the people of Wiltshire different from the people of Somerset. They are more quaint, I feel there are a higher proportion of travelers and I could be quite wrong, but they are a friendly bunch and they definitely express themselves differently.

To the “Wessex Midsummer Vintage Show Near Symington, Trowbridge which is supporting the ‘Children’s Hospice South West’. It boasted a series of engine, tractors, steam, vintage cars and motorcycles, vintage horticultural machinery etc. In this it did not disappoint.  in what will turn into a pictorial essay where the images should speak for themselves, you will get some flavour of the whole. It was held in a huge L-shaped field which meant that the stalls were not close together and that the two mechanical steam organs did not interfere with each other.

I think it’s a fair comment to say that Wiltshire people know how to do things differently.



Next, off  to the lavender farm who not only sell lavender and products but also run a bijou cafe.  Faulkland BA3 5WA from one of the waitresses I got what must’ve been the quote of the month. Upon telling her that the ice cream was a little bit too cold to enjoy its she suggested that I put it ‘in the microwave for a few minutes’  Now that is someone who really understands what they are serving. I declined the offer.

The land before dinosaurs

At about 10:30 PM, we decided to go for another of our famous spontaneous days, with the initial rationale of the need to pick some eggs from our local farm and to pick up my mower from the repair shop in Kilmersdon. I had another expensive repair bill mainly because I use the mower not for mowing lawns but for demolishing rough areas which the mower blade in general is not designed to do. I have learnt my lesson now after the second bill and will use the mower for what it has been designed to do namely mowing lawns. I have a new strimmer of the ‘take no prisoners’ variety so I will use that instead.

We decided to go on impulse to Mells including our favourite outdoor cafe and garden shop combined. On the way we saw this poster and I was intrigued by its originality. It is next Tuesday so I thought I might go. I will certainly get the chance to meet a new lot of people and it will make a refreshing change from my normal routine. No matter how many times I go to the outdoor cafe and gardens, it is never the same and this time we were treated to rampant growth in what is the highest point of the year as the following pictures will show.This is an area in front of a wall overlooking a field where you can have tea brought to you if you so wish. The main serving area, partly covered, much loved by the locals. You need to be well off to live in Mells so don’t ask about the prices.  If I tell you that the average house price is £1,643,985 you will see what I mean. However I suspect that this is inflated by a few very special houses in the historical part. I can recommend Mells to anybody on a fine day as the ultimate relaxant. There is only one street so you can’t get lost. Park by the Post Office and walk up the hill.

An eating area that can be used in case of rain. This was previously a second-hand shop but I don’t think it was making any money so everything was cleared out.I have no idea which variety these flowers these are but they were most attractive. What next?

In the Mells Post Office I saw an advertisement for a Summer Fair so we thought ‘why not’? The weather was indifferent but we decided to go anyway. The local Radstock museum had a very clear banner, simply laid out, which I found very attractive. I liked the text and layout and even the font because it was not too busy and did not try to say too much. People only have a few seconds to take things in..There was a very original stall about snake rescue. the couple who ran it knew everything about snakes and said that the only poisonous snake in the UK is an adder, all the rest just want to escape from people if they can lead a quiet life. They were encouraging people to touch and hold the snakes.

A magic hat competition.

The local clown and clowness telling funny stories. If you can hold the attention of the children, then the parents will love you.

After having a pint of cider, speckled hen no less, and enjoying every last drop of it I noticed that the local quarry were running trips. You would be amazed how many stone quarries there are in Somerset. They are vast, and typically hidden by woods so you don’t see how big they are.

For years I have been curious to see what one looks like from the inside but you can’t just walk in because during the working week they are a security area. This one run by Tarmac, close to Leigh on Mendip,  was 1000 metres in length and 500 m in width. It had been active for about 30 years and they had just applied to go down another five layers or steps as I think they are called.  I was very interested to learn how many grades of stone there were. The crusher is set accordingly. It can start at 20 mm in diameter and go down to little larger than dust size.The limestone on which we were standing to look round was formed well before dinosaurs came on the earth which makes it quite a few hundred million years old. There are layers of clay which are unsuitable; the company find  the occasional fossil but the rest is hard usable rock.Here are some of the machines used to do the loading onto lorries. I did not photograph the crusher machine which is many times as large.


This is an example of when we just go somewhere without any preconceived plans, we end up by having a far better and more interesting time. I would never have dream that I would have the chance to go and visit a real live quarry but there it was, right in front of us, so we jumped at the chance without any hesitation even though we didn’t have the right footwear and  the weather was not very good. We thought to ourselves, when Will we have another chance?


To a private view, 6-8pm,  at the Andelli Art Gallery situated in a private house near Wells. Good wine and a small amount of nibbles. I amaze myself. On the way a little voice said to me that I was going to buy a work of art. We turned up to find quite a goodly crowd of people there and blow me down, there was the art work staring me in the face, calling me to buy it. It is vulgar to talk about price if but it was a useful amount. I will show it in my diary later on in July when it is delivered but it’s about a work of art of asking a question and in this case several questions.

I met several delightful people, one of whom had traveled down from Richmond in London and another of whom had worked at the Royal College of Art also in London. I realised how important art is as a therapy and as a statement and down from now on to take care of myself in this respect.


To the Old Down Inn  and we ordered a whitebait and a couple of drinks. In the corner was sitting very well built gentleman and his wife were turned out to be the grandfather of no less than nine children. Evidently, regularly, he takes the grandchildren into his house for a sleepover at weekends on a regular basis. I said to him that I would never do such a task but he said that they will look after each other and behave well. I was most impressed by the fact that they do not allow iPads or any form of mobile telephony. Any child who brings them as to give them in. As a result, they play, talk, share, experiment, in the way that children should do.

The grandparents said that if the children complained, then they didn’t have to come and the choice was theirs. , well I was enormously encouraged by the moral stance of these people and on leaving the bar I wish them all the best and told them to keep up what they were doing.

it is necessary to greet the parrot who is at the entrance to the pub just inside the front door. He says hello to you anyway even though you don’t respond but I always say hello in parrot language.All in all, a thoroughly good day. Getting away from the office, mental stimulation, doing something new, meeting complete strangers, and encountering a work of art that wanted me to be the owner. Looking at the leaflet below I have a feeling what tomorrow is going to bring.


Three dud garden jobs

Today is somewhat of a record. For the first time in all my 30 years gardening experience, we have had three jobs on the trot which for various reasons did not work out.

The first one was four lawns, I politely call them lawns.  They were actually little better than fields. For some time they had just been strengthened and the cut grass had just been allowed to fall. What happens is that after a time, a mat builds up and new grass has to struggle to get through. This results in a deterioration of the whole. I asked the customer what would happen to the land if I mowed it and she just said “we’re just trying to keep the grass down that’s all”. The whole area has an unloved look and feel about it and I felt that I would not make any useful contribution so I declined.

The second job was a graveyard in Timsbury, a job which involved streaming over 100 graves each of which were in a different condition. Most of them had not been touched for some time. I estimated that as each grave had to be treated as a separate entity, it would take around two days to do the whole thing and then once it had been done, maintenance would have been less expensive than two days. The Parish Church Council had a meeting and they decided that one of them would “have a go”. I said that the graveyard had reached such a stage that having a go would only result in further mess and I was not prepared to go along and clear up someone else’s mess. People do not realise how much work is involved in getting something from a dishevelled state into a working condition.

The third job was even more complicated. It was in a place called Shoscombe, which is close to the middle of nowhere as I can recall, deep in the country along small winding lanes, up and down hills, up hill and down dale as they would say in my native Yorkshire. The customer had bought an area of land behind his house which he hoped to sell for housing. Unfortunately, an area of land is only as good as the access which was of a very narrow lane, down at least 100 yards of track, actually part of a field. The grass was so high that we had to wade through it. The garden itself was a complete mess which although small in area had a number of carpets laid upon it to prevent weeds growing.

I asked the customer if he had got planning permission and he replied that an architect friend of his was coming along the following week to give advice.  I said that our input would be relevant only if the way was clear, or likely to be clear, for a building. Without this permission, the purchased land would be virtually worthless or at best could be used only for agriculture. The problem with the track was that it was narrow and the lane at the other end was also very narrow probably just about the width of a lorry. In order to go down the track it would have to be made good and to further complicate things, there was nowhere to turn at the end.

I told the customer to call me when he had sorted out its problems. I do not expect to hear from him again. This is a good lesson when buying any land. You need to think ahead to what you want and what are the conditions necessary for the success of your plans. The customer failed to do this and I think will suffer accordingly.

Another day in Bath – campaigners and an owl

No matter how many times I go to Bath, there is always something different on offer. I went to see a lady called Caroline who is a campaigner for Brexit and many other things and she is aware of the current 5G sabotage. I have cause to be reminded how few people actually have the time and energy to campaign irrespective of the subject matter. The vast majority of people are passive and unaware. There are those people who would stand above the parapet but are afraid of their views causing a loss of employment. There are idealistic people who are too young to have any funds assembled or to have the time to devote to their cause.

Because of their youth they often make mistakes by being too extreme and not being aware of the system that they are complaining about. Then you have the more senior people like myself most of the intended to adopt a fatalistic attitude, saying that there’s nothing you can do. If you were lucky then, you are left with 1% of 1% of people who are happy enough to make the commitment to make a difference. in the United Kingdom that would make one percent of 650,000 which is 6,500.

There is no question that campaigners are going to face loneliness, indifference, hostility, ridicule, you name it they’re going to get it. I would say to people, don’t even start campaigning unless you have time, energy, some money in reserve, and can survive personal attacks of one sort or another. It is very important that campaigners or activists form together in a group or at least keep people on a peer support group list so they can call up their buddies and commiserate or encourage as is needed.

Our little meeting took place in the Methodist Centre in Manvers Street Bath. This is a Methodist Church with an alcoholic refuge and a cafe and a place for disabled people to work all in one place. They do wonderful work and I feel very comfortable there and it is a place where we always have our final cup of coffee before catching the bus to London and from thence to various parts of the world.

After the meeting we went to the BRSLI, the Bath Royal Literary and Scientific Institution which is place for the promotion and advancement of science, literature and art. I went to seek permission to put on quite a controversial subject which is the eventual demolition of trees in the Bath area consequent upon the introduction of 5G.This is not a brilliant picture but it shows how each radiator point and you will note that there are very close together, needs to have line of sight every other point in order to penetrate densely enough to track people, transactions, the turning off of electrical apparatus in the home and so on. In a couple of years time, most of the beautiful plane trees in Bath will have to be cut down because they will obstruct the line of sight, particularly important if they going to go ahead with driverless cars. You cannot have an area that is partly 5G, it is either 5G or not. When the local council signs the document with the companies, they have no idea what they’re letting himself in for either from the point of view of the environment or the point of view of the biological effect of microwaves on the body, not to mention birds and bees.

Anyway, Ian, one of the staff, was kind enough to see me, said that they do controversial subjects all the time and the only thing is to remember that they are a neutral gathering place who do not take responsibility for the content of the various presentations. I think I should try and form a twitter and Facebook group to get about 40 or 50 people who would be interested in coming to a meeting and then supplemented by handouts which I will either put through doors or get people to go out on the streets.

Inside the rooms was an interesting exhibition on coral and conservation.


Outside there was a setup for a boules competition and people from local office were having fun playing.


Off we go now to the quilt exhibition at Town Art Gallery which I wrote about a few days ago. Quilts are one of the most time-consuming and to me fascinating types of art involving enormous complexity, large canvases, rich statements of culture and the mixture of various patterns and materials woven together. As I had been before I let Francoise roam around while I went into the Parade Gardens where I took a few pictures.

This is a very cleverly designed place for growing seeds and plants which is in the form of a book. At the moment it is between shows that I shall go along later this year and photograph it in full bloom.

A freshly planted circular bed of various flowers. I hope someone waters them from time to time.


We then went back to the bus station but noticed in one of the squares a lady who was part of a do-it-yourself painting exhibition which consisted of an owl which she could choose to paint anyway she wanted and at the same time draw attention to the artists and their website and so on. The artist, Emma Taylor, was happy to engage Francoise in conversation.I found it a lovely welcoming intimate space were good quality contact could be made.  Off home on the bus. In the middle afternoon you get the children coming away from school and a time from five o’clock you get lots of homeward work traffic. The traffic here is nothing compared with Bristol so, Bathonians, do not complain.

the most unexciting image in the world

This is a sky box. I went over to Sky TV because the combination of BT Internet and phone, and Sky on its own was proving too much of a financial burden bearing in mind we don’t watch TV that often. I have saved about £40 a month but there is a downside. Service from sky TV is absolute crap. They spend all their money on people charming you into buying the service and then basically leave you on your own and I’m sure they would disagree. There is a telephone number where you speak to someone in India but there is  such a poor bandwidth you can scarcely understand what they have to say. Also, they do not allow intermediary numbers so I cannot use my beloved service to speak cheaply anywhere in the world. I have to use a number provided on my mobile phone instead.

You can contact Sky via messaging on Facebook or you can send a text message. On the second day I had a question and tried the SMS service and got the automated help messages and was told that someone would be in touch with me ‘soon’ but to 2 1/2 hours later I gave up. I never thought I would say this but I would on that basis rather than return to BT.

So here we have illustrated the Sky router which for some reason is standing in the hall. Francoise and myself work closely to gather and as you may know (digression) if I am working on the dreadful 5G which will change the world for ever if it gets accepted. The Americans were very clever because they introduce legislation a long time ago that deregulated the market so they can basically do what life including installing transmitters over and above the heads of the local authorities. The corporate have stars in their eyes thinking how much money they going to make from selling the data they obtain from the Internet of things but when their own children get cancer then they will realise too late that what they did was not only wrong but evil.

I was struggling to minimise the radiation from the router and for some time it was sitting in my wife’s office I thought shielded by a metal filing cabinet but I got a RF meter and found that the signal was bouncing round the room with the possibility of affecting those within a close distance. We repositioned the router to sit just outside the door and the signal at her desk dropped from 0.14 mw per square meter to 0.0006 mw per square meter.  This is a drop of over 200 times the power. But that is nothing compared with the radiations from the mobile phone.

Did you know that it checks every 30 seconds or so with its base station? During that time the power given out by the phone can be 34 mW per square metre as opposed to the normal quiescent 0.0006 mw.That is 56,666 times the background value. Do we have any idea what this does to a young child? do not have to make a call to activate this power, it does it automatically and the further you are from the base station, the more power it has to give out to keep in touch.

These poor children who have their phones to their ears all the time blasting their brains. The latency period of cancer can be up to 20 years but do not be surprised if you see in say 10 years time a marked increase in the brain not to mention cancer of the breast that people sometimes keep their phone. 5G, which is a hyped up version of 4G, will do even more damage since the power is between 10 and 100 times more. You will understand why I have devoted myself to this because it is literally do or die. I will probably say that again because I do not read my previous diary entries but I cannot overestimate how important it is.

Speaking personally I have noticed an increasingly adverse reaction to these microwave fields. When I hold a phone close to my ear I get a strange sort of metallic prickle, the same goes for when I hold the phone in my hands. It is not always appropriate, but I need to use loudspeaker mode more. I know that some people suffer far more than I do. Some people get headaches and nosebleeds and depression. there is a good article in the Guardian called Electro-sensitivity: is technology killing us? it is certainly worth a read.

I am proud to say that my site is now the largest on the planet all references for 5G and I think I have about 844 (as of today) links which I keep up to date by using an automated Link checker I highly recommend it to anyone who writes websites with large numbers of referrals because for one reason or another links go dead. The only problem with side is that it may show an ineffective link when it couldn’t get through to it quickly enough so it was manually checking.


We have nearly finished one of the most exhausting garden jobs we’ve ever done. We had to clear a very very untidy garden. One of the things I have to learn to do more is to check carefully before giving a quote. After starting the job we discovered a chicken run with the chicken wire embedded in the grass which was more or less impossible to pull out even with a crowbar. That took me an extra three hours to do, unbudgeted.

Nevertheless, the job was satisfying but you can record on almost double the energy if the weather is above 25°C and the sun is shining. I can work with an instrument for 10 min and be exhausted at the end, my face dripping with sweat. You have to drink a huge amount of water and even then it’s not enough. Between them, jobs work out. One is very hard one is less hard. Sometimes people don’t have the money to pay anything like the going rate. At other times people have money to spare and quite happy to pay what is asked.


I notice that I have stopped writing my diaries on a daily basis. I find it much more difficult to gather my thoughts on a hot and sultry evening when all I can do is to lay down after a meal and crash out watching my favourite TV channel ARTE which is a European documentary programme of such high quality it puts even BBC Four to shame.


I was reading about male suicides today. It seems that the culture of not talking about feelings, dissociating doing so with weakness of moral character, takes its toll until the volcano eventually explodes and self-destruction is the result. I watched another type of weakness today, a man who had Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. He had to do everything in multiples of 12 and everything in the house had to be exactly in the right place. It was very difficult for him to do anything out of the ordinary such as move a suitcase and on his trip to Blackpool he enjoyed walking around but found the disturbance in his hotel too much to bear and had to call his doctor for help. His wife seemed to cope by cutting off but the same could not be said of his family. He never went out and spent all the time walking around the house. This would have been a challenge to the best of relationships. The situation has gone on for the last 40 years. It makes you realise how much we all have to be thankful for.

The 100 mph ‘bullet’ to Francoises’ hand

First of all, a lovely picture of poppies which which remind me of the First World War. They sit in our front garden.

Yesterday, we did a very hard days work dealing with a real wilderness of a customer garden.  This is not the prettiest of pictures but shows the left-hand of my partner Francoise. We were involved in a freak accident. I was mowing a fairly rough area with my trusty petrol mower. Francoise was about 4 m away, to the rear of my work, removing weeds from a small bank. She was wearing leather gloves.

Suddenly she shouted saying that she had been hit. I realise that a stone from the mower had flown and hit her hand directly. I must say I was very confused and did not know what to do. She went to sit down and nearly fainted from shock. The concerned house owner drove her to the nearest hospital where the ever kindly and gentle nurse said that she had probably not broken something but was severely bruised and should try to hold her hand upwards to minimise blood flow and pressure She should come back if there was any sign of infection. Her left hand cannot be used for the moment.

It is very difficult to see how this could have been avoided. I can be thankful it wasn’t her eye otherwise she would have definitely lost her sight. It does make me reconsider whether I should wear goggles when I’m working but having said that the chances of stones bouncing up as opposed to along would be infinitesimal.

RUH Hospital Bath – making efforts to communicate

An interesting thing happened in the bus on the way to the hospital for my monthly eye checkup. A young woman with a pram got on to the RUH bus from Odd Down. After several moments struggling in her pockets and holding up the bus she found she had no cash. She apologised for wasting the drivers time and made to get off the bus again whereupon a man sitting behind me decided to go forward to the driver and pay her return fare, probably about £2.50. I watched her carefully and was not very sympathetic because it looked as if her movements were rehearsed. I remember thinking to myself “I wonder how many times she has done that”. I saw people try this on for all manner of reasons when I lived in London and I suppose the cynicism of this carried over. On this occasion, I kept my mouth shut.

Anyway, I always find a visit to the hospital very entertaining and I keep a close eye on the internal publicity and so I’m going to show you a number of photographs consisting of features that caught my eye.

one person in need comforting another person in need
how many spelling mistakes can you spot? There are seven.
this is the outpatients of the eye department, a place where I have spent many hours staring at the subtitles of the TV that you can see on the wall, and waiting my turn to be seen.

I am glad to say that the eye condition has improved so I did not need an injection this month. I shall return in five weeks.


The city of Bath is now in high season. You can tell that by the number of rather unruly groups of 16 and 17-year-olds. I do wonder how much they benefit. There are always queues of Japanese tourists.The river is doing something rather strange. I don’t whether it’s soap bubbles or some strange anomaly in the current.When I have my eye examination, I need to have a relaxant and this means the eye cannot adapt itself to the light levels – so everything is glaring. It takes about six hours to wear off.

Anyway, home Jeeves home and to enjoy the garden.

Two aspects of nature

I went to see Terry my friend and computer helper; his wife has got a great idea of making the most of space by growing lettuce vertically.Yesterday Monday was a big day. My brute force strimmer has failed and because it is a cheap and cheerful thing, the cost of repair is not much less than the cost of buying a new one so I decided to buy a second example  anyway and use the other one for spares. The reason I need one should be clear from the photograph below.

In my gardening persona, I advertise “jungles cleared”. This is indeed a very good example of the sort of beast we enjoy doing. The garden has been unattended for about 10 years, and in the process of tackling the undergrowth we found no less than four bicycles. Interestingly, because the job is so unattractive it is more difficult to get people to do it. The large companies could come in and charge considerably more than we charge due to higher overheads but we much prefer the sort of work to weeding and so on.I decided to buy a new strimmer. The old one was not functioning very well and I knew it would cost the best part of £60 to repair. As the total cost was only £20 more than this I decided to invest in a new one and keep the first strimmer for spares.

Brambles look much worse than they are. I look forward to tackling this in the next couple of days

good vibes bad vibes

So here was I early on Sunday morning, not much wind, to witness yet more chem trails. If you haven’t yet woken up to what these are, these are artificial constructions that contain barium, aluminium and strontium designed to work on the human psyche in various ways.

I went to a happy communion service with the most remarkably inspired him words of which I reproduce a part. This is about commitment to God and making the point that we do not exist for ourselves but for a greater good.In the evening, a delightful image of weather balloons floating slowly but surely to who knows where.I do not have much energy to write at the moment. This is not because there’s nothing going on, quite a lot, but I want to digest it a little before sharing it with greater world.



The Bath and West Show in all its glory

So here we are at the famous Bath and West agricultural show. At least, it started like that many years ago but has now branched out into a combination of the Ideal Home show, an historical machinery show, an outdoor traditional music show and just a lot of varied fun.

As I promised yesterday, days diary is mainly pictorial with comments. The entrance charge for us seniors is £23 which I consider most reasonable in view of all the attractions that are there. So big is the show, that you cannot expect to absorb all that is on offer because you will become tired before you have had time to go round never mind talking to individual stallholders. The first point I want to make is this. Pigs are big. The animal pictured below is about 6 foot in length, round and healthy. Such a pig probably weighs about double the amount of a normal six-foot human being.

This little chap was quite comfortable having a sleep with his favourite cow; the two of them seemed very comfortable in each other’s company.
Flowers play an important part in the show, if only to a limited extent. One of the themes was “nightmares”, an interesting theme if ever I heard one, and this is an example below.

this is a most unusual piece, I can’t remember what the theme was but it reminds me of the laws of physics in some way.

and another Penny Farthing made with great ingenuity

All flying insects welcome to these beautiful sweet smelling plants below. The show has its full allocation of beefy farm machinery of varying sizes. This one can be used for virtually anything and has an attitude about it that ‘doesn’t take prisoners’. I was told that a set of tyres would cost £12,000If you want to go back in history though there are two delightful service vehicles at least 60 years old. I went into the Christian tent as I normally do. Free tea and coffee is on offer but more importantly a few clergyman are there both Church of England and Methodist who have the chance of making probably the only contact many people have during the course of a year. I was very struck with one of the posters.I commented to the vicar that this banner struck exactly the right note. He said there had been a name change from something like ‘farmers in crisis’ because it originally started during the foot and mouth disease when there was a crisis but now they exist mainly to be there and support farmers with whatever problems they might have. There were other very well worded recommendations and exhortations, a couple of which I have shown below.

Finally, a ride on the miniature railway.

All in all, six hours well spent. The weather could have been better but at least it didn’t rain most of the time, it was warm, and always the first thing to go is physical strength because walking anywhere for six hours even if it is voluntary is eventually wearing on the feet. Crowds were slightly down on last year but I attributed this to the variability of the weather.

Dark times ahead

I find the implications of 5G technology most depressing, and I don’t use that word lightly. You can see that I have devoted a website to it. The powers that be that have run this world since Egyptian times, albeit through many reinventions and reincarnations have decided that we are little better than lab rats and treat us as such. I don’t know whether you realise this but microwave energy, 5G, is the same energy that constitutes war weapons. I remember that an experiment had been done in one of the Middle Eastern countries using microwaves which were directed against a bus full of people. Full power was turned on and if people were killed being reduced to half their original size, rather the same as happens when you put something in the microwave oven.  The people who ran this if I can call them people described the experiment as a success.

Would it surprise you to know that the same type of people are running this planet. All they want is control. Part of the reason for 5G is eugenics that is population control. This is done by damaging the reproductive apparatus in human beings, in the case of the male, the genitalia. It is interesting that in iPads, the transmitter and receiver is at the base of the iPad which is the nearest to the said genitals. There may be a few people left who say “they wouldn’t do that would they?” Answer?  yes, if you’re a psychopath or sociopath. Would you think twice before killing a rat? This is how they see us human beings.

The installation of 5G telephony is taking place throughout the world at great speed. Please note that it is not at the wish of the public but at the wish of the corporates who want to use this technology to track us, to know what we’re doing in our homes, to know what appliances we turn on  in order to sell the information to advertisers, but above all to induce in us at will a given state of mind. The transmitters need to be placed in grid fashion every 600 feet or so and the technology is capable of tuning into our minds and inducing certain moods, educing states of mind being anger or apathy. This will affect everyone and there is no way to hide. I don’t think the scientists who create this realise what they’re doing, rather like the people who invented and developed the atomic bomb realise what they were doing. It was only after the event that the truth dawned.

If that is not enough reason to be depressed or is concerned then I don’t know what is. My feeling is that the people near where I live, Bath will not tolerate the cutting down of their wonderful plane trees which are as much a part of Bath as the Georgian buildings as I think I’ve said before in these diaries.

With so many trillions of pounds being invested it is difficult to know how we can prevail against this; maybe the world is going helter-skelter towards self-destruction and planet is doomed. Those of you who have read history will know that living beings have destroyed many civilisations of which they had been a part but mother nature, being in control, has provided the continuity for man to rise, fall, and rise again. I think we need to take a very long-term view here, and this is considerably helped by any belief we can summon in reincarnation or the continuity of the soul. I have read 40+books in reincarnation now that I’m totally convinced so if I ascend from this mortal coil tomorrow I would find myself excited and not afeared. I would hope that people who are closer to me would also pass at the same time because I would not like to be without my partner or she without me.


Tomorrow, we are going to the famous Bath and West show and so tomorrow evening this diary will contain the most amazing selection of photographs. If you look back to my diary at the same time last year when we also went you will witness my impressions, but I’m sure the images I will be impressed with this time will be different.

I have just spoken to a friend who has been battered and bruised recently by the loss of a business. She has told me about another job that could be ideal for her. It is very important at an interview and beforehand not to exhibit old baggage because everyone is entitled to a new start and she may have so-called ‘failed’ on this that or the other basis but I would regard these as a learning experience which if it has left the psyche intact does not have to be a handicap.

Suicide by our own hand but a note of hope

and here they are

There are many ways of committing suicide apart from depriving yourself of physical life. We can commit professional suicide by doing something that is so unacceptable that we are shunned by people. We can commit relational suicide by saying something outrageous to someone or blaming them for what they have not done. If we build an artificial version of ourselves and try to animate that, we have committed suicide with regard to our real selves.

We have an extraordinary twist in the organisation that I have been trying to assist. I can describe this in many ways. I can talk about the power of love, and I can talk about the love of power. These two qualities are inconsistent. I wonder why so many people in the public eye seem to abandon common sense and function in what I would describe as an egotistical or self-destructive way, if not to themselves then to the community or country of which they are part.

I am aware that in some cases politicians are either bribed or blackmailed into taking on causes that in their better moments they would disagree with or more commonly to keep quiet about something that would disturb the profits of the corporate mind if the subject were to be known. I suppose the most common example would be pedophilia which as many people know is rife among certain classes let us say no more.

In the case I’m thinking about, a particular person had an idea for a better society and that we should all contribute for no charge or cost in order that we could enjoy the benefits of having the same things done for us both individually and collectively. The problem is that in this world where there are so many conflicting vectors, teamwork is essential. It is not possible to achieve anything on your own especially when you are working for your own glory or the advance of your own ego. There is a saying, “what goes around comes around” and we are seeing at the moment a particular person going into meltdown because he has failed to observe the most basic rules of human pack behaviour.

Before you want someone to cooperate with you,especially if our volunteers, you take them into your confidence, say what you would like to achieve and ask them if they want any help or have any comments. Gambling on your charisma doing the job for you is a big ask and requires either supreme confidence or supreme self-delusion.

This particular person wants to come on a tour of the United Kingdom and he somehow requires people to act at very short notice, arrange venues in three or four main towns in the UK, all in the space of a couple of months. There is nothing admirable about self-delusion. There is nothing admirable about someone who has their feet so far off the ground and they don’t realise that if you want to get peoples co-operation you need to value them and not taken for granted. This has failed lamentably.

There is something exponential about making mistakes. If you do not correct them, they become worse and worse and more and more disastrous. The “gilded and they will come” is a fearful and pathetic delusion. God may be on your side but are the people you need to help you on your side. That is the question. People get trapped by what I call the demiurge, which is the power and glory of ruling the world or even a few individuals. That is the opposite of the teachings of Christ and was I believe caused by angels that fell from heaven due to pride.


I did a very interesting reading for a lady who wrote to me this morning responding to my offer on my website for a brief free reading. For those curious about what readings can provide , my sort of readings anyway, I give the illustration below.

I have interleaved my comments with explanations as to why I save what I do, and more important, why I do not say certain things

On 30 May 2018, at 12:31, bsnellgrove wrote:

Client: I would appreciate the short reading please at the moment with focus on me moving house. Thank you.

Brian : such an important step such as moving house is normally attended by many factors some of which are psychological, some which are practical, and some which are indicative of longer term plan such as improving the quality of your life. This is a roundabout way of saying that simple yes or no may not tackle the underlying problems but having said that I will attempt to get some indication of the feel of moving and give you some clues if I get them.

[comment]  we first have to paint a picture and show how we are viewing the particular situation which in this case is not the house itself it’s what might be going on at the same time. I’m also saying that I don’t guarantee to get clues but I will give them if I get them. We are not performing animals. this is my worry about public psychic demonstrations that the medium sometimes has to force the result to entertain the public. Under private circumstances they would have to feel cooperation from the client].

We have to make sure we are moving towards something rather than away from something else. In other words if you are moving to escape from something maybe it is worth trying to analyse and face the problem or situation because any such problem or situation unless faced were manifest in another way. If your current location is unsuitable or becoming unsuitable, can you think to yourself why this is the case.

[ comment – in many cases indecision lies deeply in psychology and if people are indecisive as adults they were properly indecisive as children properly due to lack of confidence or trust ]

Fine tuning to all the factors encouraging you to move, and those which make a move unsuitable for whatever reason I get the following ratio; moving +2, not moving +1, unresolved matters +8. In other words the decision to move house is but a symptom of a lot of matters that need to be discussed and resolved as far as you can. It might be the attitude to money, it might be that you have to put your foot down and assert yourself with people who have tried to take advantage of you, or it may be that you have not decided your priorities with regard to lifestyle.

[ comment – in this paragraph I have done a psychic reading but I have explained it because numbers don’t mean an awful lot of its people I have explained why the reading I got might be correct but I’m leaving it open to the client to make their own decisions not telling them what to think]

This applies irrespective of whether you are single, in a relationship, or have children or no. Ultimately, our destiny lies in our own hands and we need to have a positive visualisation what we need to achieve not just in the short term but in the medium to long-term. I think you need to first and foremost is to stand-up with courage for what you believe. If you find yourself being undermined from within them that is an opportunity to seek professional advice in one way or another and figure out why you are in the situation that you are in.

[ comment: it is very important to remember that the health of the plant is the most important thing and if you are not able to play a full part then you are duty-bound to recommend people to look elsewhere or please consider the idea]

That sort of intervention is best done in person and not as we are doing by e-mail. A happy heart is the passport to a good future, one free from insecurity and fear and alas many of us have been indoctrinated in the gospel of fear, doing what we are told, and it is very difficult to get out of this slippery pit. I think you are aware of the need for more courage but you need to make sure that your actions are not predicated on being rejected at a personal level. I grant this is most difficult.

[ comment – see what I have done, I had moved from the particular to the general and given them some picture analogies which always come to me without any effort on which I trust makes some sense to the client]

It is easier if you have a confidante, someone with whom you can really talk about things without being judged and being accepted for whom you are. Again, I say, if this means getting professional help even from say the Citizens Advice Bureau then this is the way to go. They can refer you on if necessary.

[ comment: I have repeated myself because many people feel that they will be showing their inadequacy by getting help and the opposite is the case. Swallow your pride, make an appointment and go along]

Please do not feel guilty about what you could have done or what you might have done or what you should have done. You are where you are and this is an excellent time to start or fear free way of thinking.

[comment: it is important to end the reading on an upbeat note and not diagnosing people to death so to speak]

I hope that is of some small help

[comment: do not present yourself as the best thing since sliced bread but someone who might have been able to have the honour of helping another individual forward. I have learnt through long experience that people do not act straight away but if I can raise the morale and make people think that life is worth living after all then job done so far as I’m concerned]

She then writes:

Hello Brian Many thanks for the information you have emailed to me. You have ‘hit the nail on the head’ re the factors: money, better lifestyle, lack of assertiveness in allowing others to take advantage – so i wholeheartedly agree – in fact I felt quite emotional reading the latter part of your reply.

My heart says moving and I have looked at properties in North Wales , however I realised this morning I’m not being ruthless enough regarding de-cluttering – your email will certainly spur me on. I spent a few days in January with **** and ***** as I had two past lives which needed to be removed from my soul – I felt so positive when I said goodbye to them – and we are in June next week – no comment there!

– I said to a cousin the other day it would be easier if someone was with me to say -“charity shop – keep'” etc. however, it’s my journey so it’s up to me to get on with it. I suppose through my life I have always tried to help everybody who has crossed my path.

Many thanks indeed Brian, I really appreciate the time you have taken for my reading – you have helped me tremendously.  *****

Backwards Diary of visit to Norway

As we reached our front door here in Somerset we realised how much rain had fallen judging from the number of puddles in the road. The trip back from Honnefos which is a small town about 80 km away from Oslo was interesting. It is not everyday that we come across 3 km long road tunnels. I think the longest one is 25 km long one. Only a rich country like Norway could cope.

I like the minutiae of travel plans. We left our guests home at about 1030 in the morning, the plane been due to leave at just after one o’clock. They took us to the airport along mostly empty roads. Save for the very densely populated south part of Norway, most of the roads are pretty much empty most of the time. In the United Kingdom, the population per square kilometre is 195 people; in Norway it is 14.3 people. I should add that the United Kingdom is 243,000 km² whereas Norway is 324,000 km making Norway 1.33 times the size of the United Kingdom. There is space for everybody and indeed the government own most of the territory which means that it is a ramblers paradise. Pretty much everyone can go anywhere they please.

And so we drove along the immaculate almost deserted road passing the occasional car. I notice that people do stick to the speed limits. There is one reason. The fines are huge. Irrespective of whether you are a tourist or a local, the minimum fine is 4000 crowns which is about £367. Overall, Norway is a very rich country. People are paid to have children and receive an allowance of 10,000 crowns per month, about £917. There are all sorts of benefits but of course the tax rates are high, up to 45 or 50%

arriving at the airport on time or slightly before, the wife of my post wanted to go and get Starbucks coffee. This caused a minor disagreement because if you take longer than 7 min to drop off your passenger, again you attract a large fine. We entered into the cavernous new airport hall to be faced not with a row of smiling check-in agents but with a row of machines with but one smiling face explaining to us how to use them. Francoise put her passport on the reader as requested but it was not recognised so we had to go to the manual check – in anyway which was uneventful.

I have the manual check-in  honed to a fine art. normally, the system know you are coming and you just give your passports and it is good manners to open at the relevant page with your details on. After having given them the chance to ask the standard question you put the hold luggage on first, one item at a time, and look at the weight so that if it is overweight by any chance, you can do something. When the check-in person has the label on the first case she moves it backwards and you but the second one on. I avoid unnecessary questions because it is pretty obvious when the check-in time is from the boarding card and it is also pretty obvious where you go which is towards the departure area. I always give a smile and a brief joke but basically don’t talk garbage because they don’t have the time.

We then go to this sad area before the dreaded checking in of luggage. The whole idea about containers of over 100 cc of water goes back about 10 years when the police found some instructions in the hands of a group of youths who might have constructed a liquid-based bomb. No proof of viability or effectiveness, just the excuse that the powers that be needed to make life more irritating and more full of fear. So far as I know, no one has ever been caught with anything and millions of page 4 bottles of water and other receptacles of harmless liquids have been confiscated.

Maybe it is due to my age, but I’m not asked to take off my shoes or belt. I put my jacket containing my mobile phone on one of the trays, put my tablet there for all to see and put my hand luggage by it. I have to say that the system in use in Oslo and Gatwick is very good indeed. If you are told exactly where to stand, the trays pop out and this time you do not make any jokes at all about any subject at all. Making jokes about bombs is a very bad idea indeed. 1. Do what you were told 2. Be polite 3. Do not dawdle 4. If you’re luggage goes in the wrong line in other words if they’ve seen something that they’re not happy with, be patient, it will turn up, they will search the bag, they will ask questions, they will then let you go and take something away if necessary. It may be annoying but you do not help yourself by being annoyed. The young man had his toothpaste taken off it because it was in 200 CC container though at the time it was half full.  Bite your lip and say nothing. Being angry will not change the rules however stupid you think they are.

As travellers will know, you have to pay for every single item extra to yourself which Ryanair have got to a fine art. For example if you do not check in on the Internet prior to arrival you had to pay £50 a time to do it on the spot. are more reasonable. We have discovered that we can pack quite a lot in a 20 kg case so if you add that to 2×10 kg allowance you can take up to 40 kg for the price of one extra case.

Each and every time I take too many clothes, half of which I never wear. Because of the extreme heat that we had endured, up to 28° in the afternoon, I just wore some shorts and a T-shirt so all my carefully ironed shirts were taken to and fro without any use. My favourite items for leaving behind are charging plugs, things that I’ve hung in a cupboard and forgot about them, used underwear and the like sitting in a corner in one of the small drawers. I feel a certain sympathy for people who find them but I’m sure they used most things including ‘soiled’ sheets.

Modern airports have been designed around selling space and you have to go through acres of duty-free perfume, drinks, you name it. It is worth noting though that if you come from a country like Denmark or Sweden or Norway, the duty-free prices of alcohol are far more expensive than buying them paying duty in the United Kingdom that what will happen when we leave the European Union is another question. As I had not had breakfast, I decided to order what turned out to be the most expensive bowl of salad ever. The bowl, and another prepacked item came to 310 crowns which is about £30 in UK money. Francoise said “ does this cost what I think I see (on the till)?” book The girl behind the counter, obviously used to such incredulity, nodded.

Anyone who travels to Norway, or indeed any of the Nordic countries, needs to have a deep pocket. A beer can cost up to 8 pounds UK and they both a snack lunch in an international restaurant we went to was about £35. I don’t how you can eat that much for lunch especially when you’re at a conference and you don’t want to fall asleep.

The plane was late arriving due to the difficulty of getting a disabled passenger onto the aircraft, and then delayed again because of a suspicious package and then delayed again because someone had to be taken off the plane due to irregularities. But more of that anon.

I became aware of a very aggressive American with a beard, headscarf, generally scruffy manner and dress who kept on using bad language and saying that the airline were more useless than last time and he wanted his money back. I thought that was a very good idea because people were giving him strange looks and we would be better rid of him. This culminated in him snatching the checked in ticket and passport from the rather diminutive check-in person. She had been trained in what to do and made a phone call. Funny, I did not see him on the plane. Maybe he was sitting at the front very quietly.

Of more interest, however, was an incident where after sitting for 20 min in the plane, the captain apologised to us for the delay and saying this was because of an immigration issue. At the back of the plane sat a family consisting of, apparently, a husband and wife and four children. The immigration people came on, obviously quite used to this sort of thing, and calmly but politely told us to move out of the way while they did their business. The chap was an Indian as was his wife and the children looked similar. The man was questioned and was asked if he knew the names of the children to which she replied in the negative. Obviously there was some sort of smuggling going on because the children were very young, about five or six, and to my mind that is rather young to be travelling on your own with people you don’t know. After that, we were able to leave albeit an hour late.

We had slight turbulence on the way back, hardly surprising in view of the tempestuous nature of the weather in UK. I find the best antidote to feelings of fear is to look at the horizon, in other words something that does not change, but on this occasion there was no horizon because the whole was obscured by clouds.

On arrival, I decided to have my customary cup of coffee. My instinct for travel booking is actually quite good in fact consistently good. We were due to arrive at 2.05 pm UK time and under normal circumstances I would have allowed a couple of hours to go to Victoria and then walk to the Coach Station but something told me to book the 5:30 PM coach instead of the 4:30 PM coach. The fascinating thing about such guidance is that it includes what can be seen from above so if we had missed the 4:30 PM coach our ticket would have been useless and we would have to have paid £28 single each to get to Bath our destination town. Just to give you some idea, I had paid £31 return for two people. You get a big discount for reduced tickets but cheapest band means that you cannot change your mind will get a refund. So far this policy has worked.

On the coach I met a very nice young man who’s Indian name translated into the word ‘good’. He had been working in the Chinese restaurant scene in Huddersfield which is in Yorkshire. The some reason, he has made a career move and decided to go and see his cousin in Shepton Mallett who is also in the trade and who he hoped was going to give him a job. He had never been down to Somerset before and was a little bit anxious so I chatted with him and encouraged him and told him that we were a very nice bunch of people and at the end I shook his hand and said that I thought he would be all right. I tried to do to others what I would have liked people to do to me. Apart from anything else, as my regular readers will know, I love talking to strangers and joking with them and so on.

Although it was bank holiday weekend, going westerly along the M4 was attended by light traffic. I would not like to go the other way, eastbound, on the bank holiday evening when everyone and his dog is coming back from a long weekend away. I always sit at the front of the coach and make a point of talking to the driver because driving day after day must be a bit boring. I could not places accent but he told me he had been with the company for 15 years and had worked the Bournemouth London run for the last three and now is settled in Bristol. He was a kindly man, genuinely interested in helping people, and with a good sense of humour. Did you know that National Express do not own their own coaches? They are bought by companies, one of whom is called Edwards, and least with driver to the national company.

We arrived in Bath to find that the local bus was just about to leave so we got home in half way decent time. So, for the sad amongst you love timetables (which of course includes me)

10.30 – leave with host by car (no choice as there were no airport shuttles on Sunday mornings)
11.15 – arrive airport
14.00 – take off (delayed by one hour)
15.10 UK – land in Gatwick
16.27 – take train to Victoria (never take the bus, it takes an age)
16.50 – arrive Victoria
17.30 – depart Victoria by coach
20.27 – arrive Bath
20.46 – catch local bus to Midsomer Norton
21.35 – arrive home
21.35.01 – pour glass of wine

Total elapsed time taking into account time change 12h 05 mins

As crow flies –  770 miles

If I were a crow I would need to fly at 64 mph

In general I do not approve of the drive towards automation but the trend towards ticketless travel pleases me. At Gatwick, I just swiped my contactless debit card, and again at the other end and you get charged – simple as that.

Funnily enough, I do not find these long travel days tiring because I just switch off going to some sort of dream world. I find this dream world / semi suspended animation is not consistent with reading books or even reading my Kindle so I don’t bother. Wi-Fi was intermittent so I thought it would do me good to have a day without it.

And so to bed

Temporarily Out of it

I’m going to take a week’s rest. I am going to tune in to the stars, the sun, the moon ( perhaps not), mother nature And anything not to do with computers,  microwaves, gardening as such  though I love to do it, household bills ( I pay them by direct debit), you tube videos, correspondence that can wait, having to get up in the morning at a certain time, anything else you can think of.

I might also actually start listening to the birds, the sound of the wind, look at the clouds in the sky ( trying not to be too distracted by chemtrails) and generally to realise that nature has been with us long before mankind arrived the planet and will be with us long after we have left, probably by our own hand.

Since I started my blog writing on 1 February 2017, I have written approximately 400,000 words and goodness knows how many images have been uploaded. Samuel Pepys took 10 years to write an estimated one million words so I reckon this time next year I’ll be up to about 750,000 words. Nothing competitive you understand, I just like to break records.

I will take a guess that my next diary entry will be on bank holiday Monday, which is a National holiday that happens on 28th of May when no doubt I will be refreshed and full of the joys of spring, or will it be summer?

au revoir


An upside down world

The nice thing about such a diary in what still appears to be a free world at least on the surface is that I can publish anything I like. People either read it or they don’t. They either take a position or they do not. The crushing mind-set of the creatures who run Israel who think that everyone else but they is at fault beggars belief unless you understand their extremist mindset. The most nauseating feature of the world is the way that people grovel to them including the United States and UK. All Netanyahu has to say is ” you are being anti-Semitic” when anyone complains about any aspect of behaviour of the troops of Israel. The critics seem to shut up through fear. Disgusting.  That was my brief rant which in view of the lovely sunny day will cease at this point.


Gardening jobs come in various shapes and sizes. This property directly abuts on a fairly busy road with no pavement and with a very steep gradient. In order to service the bank you would have to close the road or put some cones up, particularly difficult because there is a bend in the road which in itself is narrow. It’s all about insurance and safety. If I were to cause an accident between two cars or even suffer a personal accident it is unlikely that I would be covered and I would therefore be liable for maybe tens of thousands of pounds of damages. Tomorrow, I will ring up the insurance agency to find out the position.

This, however, is the main part of the garden or what was a garden before it became a wilderness. We are very happy to do this sort of thing. Francoise and myself are normally accompanied by the one and only William, who is built like a house and extremely strong. He is also very clever at finding practical outcomes. I attribute this partly to the fact that he was brought up on a farm. We work very well together.


As some of you may know, I sustain my Christian faith by attending a local church and also listening to Trans-World International, the unfailing 24-hour a day radio station which gives me so much inspiration. I think in this day and age it is very difficult to be a Christian on your own and I heard about an organisation called Faith in Business which enables Christian entrepreneurs to get together and share their experiences. I was encouraged to buy a recommended book by Richard Higginson and Kina Robertshaw called “a voice to be heard”. I only ordered it yesterday afternoon, Saturday but it is just plopped onto the front door mat at 4:30 PM on a Sunday. I know Amazon punish their employees but have nextday delivery over the weekend which I must admit is what the luxury.


Dealing with people in any community situation requires tact because you’re going to bump into them again and it is unwise to say things that you will regret. However, in some cases people just do not get the message. People pay an annual rental. This is not the right to own the ground and do with it what you will, however much all however little, but to fulfil the overall brief which is to cultivate the allotment. In our case it is 75% that is required. We have one person who does nothing apart from the weeds grow and expects to be there on his own terms ad infinitum. I’m going to have to tell very politely after having given warnings that he has lost the right to be there.


What is the opposite of poverty?

I visited Bath for various reasons and was most impressed by this street artist who reminded me of the artists who work low tide on the River Thames and make all sorts of amazingly large creatures. I was so happy to see this guy and I told him I wanted to make a photograph would give him some money for so doing.

As my regular readers know, I listen to Trans World International 24 hour radio where a speaker quoted a noted scholar John Stott, also a famous preacher, who said that the opposite of poverty is not wealth but justice. This is certainly something to ponder on. Riches do not make a just society but a just society creates the conditions in which no one goes hungry.

This is an example of lateral thinking where the obvious answer, riches, is on closer examination very little to do with anything. I think we have to examine the roots and not the branches of a tree if we want to understand anything at all. The same goes for political events.

Today I spoke with the leader of the Save the Trees campaign in Sheffield, and he noted that direct action, and making an example of councillors who had hidden agendas, what was much more newsworthy than just writing PR and asking questions. Having said that, the Yorkshire Post have just won an injunction under the Freedom of information act to find out why the tree policy is so secret. Sheffield Counsel has the nerve to keep the official tree felling policy secret on the grounds that keeping the information confidential is “in the best public interest”.

I cannot believe that the budget for the removal of about 17,500 trees in Sheffield is £2.2 billion but then the so-called Private Finance Initiative appears to be the gateway for people to earn vast profits and relieve the government of billions of pounds.  I spoke to the worthy local agent of my MP Jacob Rees Mogg and she said that I should not hesitate to write to him over concerns about anything that happened in the Bath and North West Somerset area.

one of the secrets of getting an attractive website has lots of links to other sites and also to populate it with new material every day. My site has been up a little over two weeks and already I have links to 649 URLs however, Google do change their algorithms frequently and discriminate against organisations they considered to be false news but in spite of that I hope that 5G will get good prominence in the search engines as the weeks and months go on.  I’m prepared to put my all into this because otherwise we are all going to end up with cancer and fried heads.


moral insanity

the thermal effect is the least important but the fact is that mobile phones are miniature microwave ovens. The human body is not capable of resisting this.

I hope I never become so degenerate that I forget the difference between truth and lies. Every day in the mainstream media 90% of the material is compromised. It is either lies, or a cover for lies. In other words, if you are in a group of people, or a management system or a government where people have told lies and you tell the truth, you will stand out and you will be rejected. Truth speakers are not popular. They are ridiculed by being called “conspiracy theorists”. I prefer to regard it as ‘thinking

Cannabis resin has been regarded as one of nature’s great healers but now I read in Natural News

In fact, the entire Natural News Health channel just got banned for a “dangerous” video that talked about CBD oil. According to YouTube’s deranged, insane explanation, talking about CBD oil is equivalent to “teaching people how to make bombs.”

This is one of the largest video channels in the world; they are coming after all the channels that dare to talk about medical marijuana and cannabis so natural medicine is now terrorism according to Google and Youtube.

Does this make any sense to you? Is this something we just roll over and accept? they are clearly in bed with big Pharma and this follows the marriage made in hell between Monsanto and Bayer. Look it up if you can bear it.

This is the sort of material that is deemed so dangerous as to ban the channel that published it:

A 52-year-old terminal cancer patient turned to cannabis oil after all chemotherapy treatments failed.

Two years later, her stomach cancer is in complete remission.

Doctors initially told her she had just six weeks to live.

Today, the woman is living a happy, healthy, productive life.

“Cannabis oil should be legalized for medical purposes — people are dying and the chemotherapy isn’t curing them,” she says.

At the same time, Youtube allows people to watch violent scenes which would be regarded as X-rated in a civilised society. This is not just a question of “Political Correctness gone mad” because it was mad in the first place but it is a diabolical perversion of what society should be like; safeguarding the rights of everybody and respecting human dignity and freedom. If you think I’m imagining the above, please click here.

My quest to stop everyone being fried in getting cancer through exposure to high frequency microwaves took a step forward yesterday with a big realisation that people only believe what they can see. What they can see is trees being cut down by the million because the new 5G Ultra powerful grid requires clear line of sight from transmitter to transmitter and these will be placed wherever the powers that be decide they should go on purely technical grounds never mind the fact that a child’s bed  lies within a few feet albeit through a wall.

In Sheffield, there have been so many protests to the cutting down of trees that I taken a special page in my dedicated website. Those that are interested will see how much work the local people have put in. There are no less than 15 Facebook groups formed. The contracts signed with AMEY were for £1.2 billion and the kicker is that if they cannot complete the work because of popular unrest and objections Sheffield Council may – I say may – have to pay a huge cancellation fee penalty. Some say £300 million but I won’t hold my breath on this one.  I think they will just bring in more police and do their job at 4 AM.

In the face of all these horrors the human mind is such that it doesn’t want to hear it and I expect to be banging my head against a brick wall for some time to come but at the same time one of two people wake up and actually do something. It requires huge courage but I’m aware that the alternative is a future so ghastly I really do not want to contemplate it.

On that happy note, I pause for the moment


while I am in a semi-rant mode you might like to look at this video which is about Monsanto, the so-called American genocide project. I find there is so much ignorance about this subject

The therapeutic value of a fire

I’m sure somewhere deep in our DNA it is a memory of sitting round a fire on a cold night dressed only in animal skins and keeping the fire bright and lively to keep away wild animals.

I have always had this thing about fire though I recall in my life one or two fires went a little bit beyond their remit and I set fire to something that I shouldn’t have done. It is amazing how quickly fires spread and how quickly they heat up, so literally within a minute you could be standing there trying to get the flames going and in a very short time the fire is to close to approach. It is the right combination of wind and dryness of the material and the combustibility of it. Wood that has been drying for week without rain is as we would say dry as tender and whoosh, up it goes.

I should have done a ‘before and after’ picture but if you can imagine the scene above pretty much stacked full with branches at 6 PM when I started; at 8 PM there was nothing left but ashes. I go into some sort of timeless zone where the world is good and everything is fine and safe. Slow motion therapy if ever there was one.

In winter we have a very fine little stove called a Squirrel which belts out heat with the aid of a bimetallic strip fan. You can of course do the same thing with central heating but sitting in front of radiator doesn’t have the same magic, it does not stir memories, it’s not something you can see little castles and men running around and anything you can think of. The i radiator is justhot metal, how boring is that.

the grand pause and changing gear

chemtrails over my house this morning at 7:30 AM they are not vapor trails from aircraft because they last up to one hour

My more alert readers will have noticed that there have been days when I have written nothing. This has been because my attention has been drawn entirely elsewhere and I don’t know what sort of being I’m going to turn into.

Last weekend, I attended Alternative View 9 which was a summary of different ways of seeing the world to that which is presented to us on a daily nay hourly basis by The Powers That Be. I have decided to spend all my waking energy, save for recreation, on the coming dystopian 5G which basically means were all going to be monitored and fried by a form of microwaves that was first used by the military as a non-lethal weapon.

In a way, I have chosen the long straw or is it short straw because there is a guaranteed that 95% of people will not be remotely interested in it because it interferes with their impression that they know what’s going on and also will interfere with their daily life of survival of the fittest. however, the consequences for not doing something far worse than the consequences of actually doing something so I choose the latter.

I was very comforting to see that at the conference there were one or two people who were Christians but did not know how to present this in this politically correct age when anything of mention about Christianity is regarded as material that may cause people mental anguish. Political Correctness was developed in 1923 as a device to destroy Western society from within and has it been effective. I think so will stop people are afraid to speak to each other about anything for fear of giving offence, never mind speaking about something that is important such as our life, our very lives.

This morning I have rewritten the homepage of my site to try and make it even more clear. I should add that my site has been running just over two weeks from conception and it is the largest reference source anywhere about anything to do with 5G. I could make a similar site for smart meters but that would be just too much for one person.  Incidentally, if you see advertisements saying how wonderful smart meters are you will not see anything other than saving of money and you will not notice that they function as microwave transmitters sending signals every minute or so. I think it’s about 2000 transmissions per day and remember that the body is not geared to deal with this type of microwave.

With my honesty, I may or may not make people even more frightened but I really have to tell it as it is. I was listening to my favourite morning station about seven o’clock this morning, Trans World International, and the speaker was reminding us that Jesus Christ said he came ‘not to bring peace but a sword’. He did not mean that he was going to kill people but it meant that his opinions would be divisive and sure enough they were, as he found out when he was sent for crucifixion as opposed to a notorious robber who was spared. I think the Emperor Caesar in a way washed his hands of the whole thing because he could have done as he pleased but he chickened out and let the people decide and they did indeed decide.

Compared with the sacrifice of Jesus who led a blameless life by the way, my sacrifice is small; I do not know what sort of price I will have to pay. My feeling is that if I am merely an aggregator of existing information I will be lower down the hit list then if I campaigned worldwide.


Over the weekend we had two German friends staying with us.  It was a great pleasure for me to show off the best of Somerset. Wells Cathedral and Gardens are a wonderful setting for anyone with a brain and a soul and I can enjoy it twice when I take people round, one because it is never the same no matter how many times you go around the gardens and secondly you are bringing pleasure to someone who may never have experienced this type of thing before.

a lovely garden and a message to all cellphone owners

This man has a lovely spirit.

And now to the main purpose of the diary.

I’m a member of a local garden group here in Midsomer Norton and we decided to visit a place called Henley mill, near Wells. I do not think that any photograph can do justice to a transformation of a field into such an interesting garden but I will do my best.  95% of this diary is pictorial. Sally Gregson presides over the whole. She is a garden writer, horticultural adviser and a nursery owner and if what you have seen excites any interest please visit the website here.

the house from the garden, which has many areas as you will see
not a perfect lawn but very well mown. It has a combination of fine grass with no weeds, and some moss
glorious wildness
a partly diseased tree on the side of the stream that had to be cut down

a mysterious stream going who knows where
let the weeds travel where they want
bamboos by the stream
an unusual way of planting runner beans; somewhat inefficient but I’m sure it looks very nice
four quadrants of the vegetable garden
greenery in the setting sun


Bath’s canals – images that ask a question


Francoise and I decided that a day trip to Bath to get away from it all  would be a good idea. We are very fortunate to live half an hour away from a city with a Georgian stamp on it which makes all the buildings hang together like a unit and is very beautiful to behold whichever way you walk.  This diary will be largely a picture essay. Within 5 or 10 minutes of the centre you can be back in the last centuries walking along the Kennet and Avon canal.

a lovely house along the canal

looking towards Bath from the Holbourne museum

There was an exhibition by Bath artists at the City Art Gallery a bit like the Royal Academy summer show but on a much smaller scale. I would like to show you a number of images which ask questions. If you identify with the people in the picture is not comfortable experience and it reminds me of an approach exactly opposite to the mindless selfies that people take every five minutes. What does the image tell you about the human condition?.
PS You can increase the size of the images on PCs by pressing control and plus at the same time.

The above was called ‘nocturnal’.

and finally I love this advert for a one-man play. It’s about someone who was found dead on the Yorkshire Moors with a return ticket to London in his pocket and with no other identity. The play is about people’s attempt to discover his identity. Bath is a city of culture, no doubt about that.

A period of silence

For the first time in the year, my diary has been silent. I have been a delegate at a conference called AV9 which presents the world not as the mainstream media sees it but from the lips of the participants, what is actually going on. There are some topics that are so shocking even to me who have been involved in the field for many years that to put pen to paper is not easy. I have to relive the lecture or lectures that are fresh in my mind.

What sticks in my mind most of all is the wife of a very brave medical scientists crying her eyes out because her appeal against deportation to France based on nine spurious and false claims was not succeeding. Her husband had the temerity to demonstrate success in the form of treatment of cancer that did not involve drugs and this was too much for the pharmaceutical industry who basically ran him out of town, had him arrested, closed down his laboratories, and even harassed his parents who were in their 80s at four o’clock in the morning. The industry will go to any links to protect their profits including destroying the lives of anyone they choose.

We also heard of an  ex policeman whistleblower who did very well until he started probing child abuse and paedophilia in children’s homes. He was told to back off and this after three attempts was told that if he continued, they would take his children, his house, and his money.  They proceeded to do it without any court hearing..There are authorities who are empowered without any due process to simply order that your bank account be closed. This happened to the two people above. Both of them lived by courtesy of friends and family.

We like to have the idea that this country, Great Britain, is a decent place with freedom of speech but if you upset certain people you will find that it is hell on earth.  In certain quarters, you are guilty until proved innocent and if charges are made against you, it will cost you a lot of money to prove them force the matter how ridiculous the charges.

I reckon I have about a week’s worth of tidying up and trying to understand my own scribbled notes, about 50 pages of them, but one thing I am proud of is the creation of my 5Gexposed site which is the largest repository of references relating to the dangers for us – in effect putting our heads in a  microwave oven. If 5G comes on, we will see a variety of diseases and conditions that I have listed on my site, not the least of which will be more cancers because the body is not built to withstand microwaves. Interestingly, Lloyd’s of London, the insurers insurer, will not touch this possibility of consequential damage with a barge pole. I wonder why. There are so many different types of disadvantages not the least of which is biological. In addition to that, 5G will be the complete espial system for every single individual who is connected in any way to electrical apparatus and devices including any form of telephony connected to either 4G or 5G.

Anyway, the above will give you some idea of what has been preoccupying me. I reckon I’ll get back to something resembling normal service in a few days. Meanwhile, I have to consider normal things like tidying the house and garden for friends who are coming, going shopping, actually doing a little bit of paid work in the form of gardening, and generally maintaining some semblance of normal life knowing the invisible terror that is coming and that with the vast majority population completely unaware of same.

Love is the ultimate additive

I agree that this is a strange title. I have long held the philosophy that you only know what you know when you speak to someone else. I was having a perfectly delightful chat to a group of art lovers at a private view in a very posh bed-and-breakfast near Bath, The Tasborough House. This diary will be largely a pictorial essay because there were so many wonderful works of sculpture available for purchase.

a delightful old tree near the hotel

What is most delightful is when you meet unexpected people, people of the most delightful qualities that you would be happy to spend time with. I meet some people and such was the quality that it wouldn’t matter if I met them again or not because the pleasure was in the impact of a kindred spirit and as I never get tired of saying, it’s all about wavelength. People on your wavelength are enhanced and enhance you and people off your wavelength tends to be so boring that its actually destructive of your energy to try and have dialogue.

Saturday was spent preparing for departing for my weekend conference. I was so impressed by the speed at which the whole website came to be that I wrote a special page on it if you care to read it.

Too tired to do anything more tonight so I shall flop around and get my preparations for tomorrow’s departure complete.

One picture is worth a thousand words

PictureIt is very exciting to come across a new means of expression, artistic in particular, and I just love this cartoon.  It is worth reading the whole page, “The Mainstream Mediasaurus” this is from a anarchistic cartoonist from America.

You won’t get much from me philosophically at the moment because I’m preparing for the AV9 conference and presenting my new website which is anti-5G. The problem with conferences is that people’s attention is divided into many directions so I have to make, in the words of David Hockney, a “bigger splash”.

A Bigger Splash 1967 David Hockney born 1937 Purchased 1981

a prize for the most personal greeting ever

This is a cartoon done by a politically incorrect American cartoonist called Ben and when I saw it I knew that I had to have this on the homepage of my website. I had to get permission so wrote off and three hours later the permission was granted.

I’m celebrating today because everything with the new 5G – fifth generation website that I started on Sunday morning is complete for launch. We have a fully working and populated website, a flyer which I had designed in India and which has now been printed and will arrive shortly, we have a mailing client all ready to receive people who sign up.

I cannot over emphasise the importance of responding to inspiration at the moment it comes. When I’m driving with my GPS, and it’s his turn left, if I leave it for a bit I miss the turning. Inspiration knows exactly when all the doors are open and pops the idea into your mind. You have to trust like a blind person trusts a guide dog. The point is that if you get the right timing, you’re fed by the energy of the universe and you are not worn out. You go into a timeless zone and everything gets done without you being aware of the passing of time.


I am a fan of Saga Holidays. I find their prices a little bit high but today I got notification of the Deal of the week by e-mail. The e-mail was addressed as follows:
Mr M3XghZpOxQBwKPT FvXMy pys Q5F6zvDlDw3q3xeet1uk%3D
see our deal of the week

How could I resist the offer made with such a personal overture. It reinforces my suggestion that any time mail outs are done you always send a test copy and see whether the intended result comes out the other end as you planned.


Today, for for my monthly macular eye test. I had a slight deterioration of the left eye that means there is more water where there should be no space at all. I learn something about deaf people. The doctors come into the main reception area and call people’s names. The couple were sitting on the corner, the wife was looking nervously. She thought her name had been called, started to get up, and then sat down again. I went to visit to the doctor and told her that this indeed was the lady and she was slightly nervous about getting up. Not hearing clearly had definitely affected her confidence. It is necessary to speak loudly and clearly to people, looking at them sometimes and not treating the death person as someone who is idiotic. I think people need to be trained in this It is not a skill that comes automatically.



David and Golliath

Never let it be said that the Old Testament is boring. It’s actually a rip-roaring journey in which all features good and bad of human nature are displayed. Chapter 17 of the first book of Samuel is devoted to the epic duel between David and Goliath the story so powerful it lives on in symbolism today. I have written my conclusions beforehand so if you are allergic to going through quite a chunky portion of the Bible you are hereby absolved.

I was called to think about this  account. Goliath was a huge man, suitably dressed in armour with a sword and challenged anyone to fight. When David appeared before him, a slight figure of a man half his size lasted not take kindly to him. Saul agreed that David should fight because of his faith and dressed him in armour but David was so uncomfortable, he took them off again. He went to a stream to collect some stones. Facing the content of Goliath, David said he came in the name of the Lord and he will deliver you into my hands. Was this brave talk, foolhardy talk or did he know something.

We are told that the stone was slung and struck the Philistine on the forehead and he fell down on the ground whereupon David took his Sword and cut off his head.  I found this whole story very comforting because I am going to undertake a huge task, mentioned yesterday in my diary, which will involve being arraigned against a multitude of companies all who will gain or think they will gain from the dreadful 5G. It is the moral qualities of those who stand up to these psychopaths that is being tested, plus of course their faith. Strength itself will not work. It is doing your bit and allowing providence to work  in its own way. The new website is going very well and is growing from day-to-day. Goodness knows how many references that will happen at the end of the exercise. Maybe 2000 may be more.

Last night I ordered a new design for a flyer from someone in India. This morning it was delivered, return for correction, and delivered an hour later. I find that if things are meant to be, they go well. This was no exception


David and Goliath

17 Now the Philistines gathered their forces for war and assembled at Sokoh in Judah. They pitched camp at Ephes Dammim, between Sokohand Azekah. Saul and the Israelites assembled and camped in the Valley of Elah and drew up their battle line to meet the Philistines. The Philistines occupied one hill and the Israelites another, with the valley between them.

A champion named Goliath, who was from Gath, came out of the Philistine camp. His height was six cubits and a span.[a] He had a bronze helmet on his head and wore a coat of scale armor of bronze weighing five thousand shekels[b]; on his legs he wore bronze greaves, and a bronze javelin was slung on his back. His spear shaft was like a weaver’s rod, and its iron point weighed six hundred shekels.[c] His shield bearer went ahead of him.

Goliath stood and shouted to the ranks of Israel, “Why do you come out and line up for battle? Am I not a Philistine, and are you not the servants of Saul? Choose a man and have him come down to me. If he is able to fight and kill me, we will become your subjects; but if I overcome him and kill him, you will become our subjects and serve us.”10 Then the Philistine said, “This day I defy the armies of Israel! Give me a man and let us fight each other.” 11 On hearing the Philistine’s words, Saul and all the Israelites were dismayed and terrified.

12 Now David was the son of an Ephrathite named Jesse, who was from Bethlehem in Judah. Jesse had eight sons, and in Saul’s time he was very old. 13 Jesse’s three oldest sons had followed Saul to the war: The firstborn was Eliab; the second, Abinadab; and the third, Shammah.14 David was the youngest. The three oldest followed Saul, 15 but David went back and forth from Saul to tend his father’s sheep at Bethlehem.

16 For forty days the Philistine came forward every morning and evening and took his stand.

17 Now Jesse said to his son David, “Take this ephah[d] of roasted grainand these ten loaves of bread for your brothers and hurry to their camp.18 Take along these ten cheeses to the commander of their unit. See how your brothers are and bring back some assurance[e] from them. 19 They are with Saul and all the men of Israel in the Valley of Elah, fighting against the Philistines.”

20 Early in the morning David left the flock in the care of a shepherd, loaded up and set out, as Jesse had directed. He reached the camp as the army was going out to its battle positions, shouting the war cry.21 Israel and the Philistines were drawing up their lines facing each other. 22 David left his things with the keeper of supplies, ran to the battle lines and asked his brothers how they were. 23 As he was talking with them, Goliath, the Philistine champion from Gath, stepped out from his lines and shouted his usual defiance, and David heard it. 24 Whenever the Israelites saw the man, they all fled from him in great fear.

25 Now the Israelites had been saying, “Do you see how this man keeps coming out? He comes out to defy Israel. The king will give great wealth to the man who kills him. He will also give him his daughter in marriage and will exempt his family from taxes in Israel.”

26 David asked the men standing near him, “What will be done for the man who kills this Philistine and removes this disgrace from Israel? Who is this uncircumcised Philistine that he should defy the armies of the living God?”

27 They repeated to him what they had been saying and told him, “This is what will be done for the man who kills him.”

28 When Eliab, David’s oldest brother, heard him speaking with the men, he burned with anger at him and asked, “Why have you come down here? And with whom did you leave those few sheep in the wilderness? I know how conceited you are and how wicked your heart is; you came down only to watch the battle.”

29 “Now what have I done?” said David. “Can’t I even speak?” 30 He then turned away to someone else and brought up the same matter, and the men answered him as before. 31 What David said was overheard and reported to Saul, and Saul sent for him.

32 David said to Saul, “Let no one lose heart on account of this Philistine; your servant will go and fight him.”

33 Saul replied, “You are not able to go out against this Philistine and fight him; you are only a young man, and he has been a warrior from his youth.”

34 But David said to Saul, “Your servant has been keeping his father’s sheep. When a lion or a bear came and carried off a sheep from the flock, 35 I went after it, struck it and rescued the sheep from its mouth. When it turned on me, I seized it by its hair, struck it and killed it.36 Your servant has killed both the lion and the bear; this uncircumcised Philistine will be like one of them, because he has defied the armies of the living God. 37 The Lord who rescued me from the paw of the lion and the paw of the bear will rescue me from the hand of this Philistine.”

Saul said to David, “Go, and the Lord be with you.”

38 Then Saul dressed David in his own tunic. He put a coat of armor on him and a bronze helmet on his head. 39 David fastened on his sword over the tunic and tried walking around, because he was not used to them.

“I cannot go in these,” he said to Saul, “because I am not used to them.” So he took them off. 40 Then he took his staff in his hand, chose five smooth stones from the stream, put them in the pouch of his shepherd’s bag and, with his sling in his hand, approached the Philistine.

41 Meanwhile, the Philistine, with his shield bearer in front of him, kept coming closer to David. 42 He looked David over and saw that he was little more than a boy, glowing with health and handsome, and he despised him. 43 He said to David, “Am I a dog, that you come at me with sticks?” And the Philistine cursed David by his gods. 44 “Come here,” he said, “and I’ll give your flesh to the birds and the wild animals!”

45 David said to the Philistine, “You come against me with sword and spear and javelin, but I come against you in the name of the LordAlmighty, the God of the armies of Israel, whom you have defied. 46 This day the Lord will deliver you into my hands, and I’ll strike you down and cut off your head. This very day I will give the carcasses of the Philistine army to the birds and the wild animals, and the whole world will know that there is a God in Israel. 47 All those gathered here will know that it is not by sword or spear that the Lord saves; for the battle is the Lord’s, and he will give all of you into our hands.”

48 As the Philistine moved closer to attack him, David ran quickly toward the battle line to meet him. 49 Reaching into his bag and taking out a stone, he slung it and struck the Philistine on the forehead. The stone sank into his forehead, and he fell facedown on the ground.

50 So David triumphed over the Philistine with a sling and a stone; without a sword in his hand he struck down the Philistine and killed him.

51 David ran and stood over him. He took hold of the Philistine’s sword and drew it from the sheath. After he killed him, he cut off his head with the sword.

When the Philistines saw that their hero was dead, they turned and ran.52 Then the men of Israel and Judah surged forward with a shout and pursued the Philistines to the entrance of Gath[f] and to the gates of Ekron. Their dead were strewn along the Shaaraim road to Gath and Ekron. 53 When the Israelites returned from chasing the Philistines, they plundered their camp.

54 David took the Philistine’s head and brought it to Jerusalem; he put the Philistine’s weapons in his own tent.

55 As Saul watched David going out to meet the Philistine, he said to Abner, commander of the army, “Abner, whose son is that young man?”

Abner replied, “As surely as you live, Your Majesty, I don’t know.”

56 The king said, “Find out whose son this young man is.”

57 As soon as David returned from killing the Philistine, Abner took him and brought him before Saul, with David still holding the Philistine’s head.

58 “Whose son are you, young man?” Saul asked him.

David said, “I am the son of your servant Jesse of Bethlehem.”


An interesting church service

This morning at 10 o’clock there was a combined service with Farringdon which is an adjacent village to Paulton. I would like to tell you that it was necessary to walk across the field to the church and that would have been so romantic. The fact is that there is a single track path that leads to an extremely small car park where we fitted in only with the greatest amount of goodwill.

There were about 30 of us and on this occasion we were treated to the sounds from a makeshift band including guitar, harmonium and I think an electric piano.

The sermon was a trifle long, but Guy was particularly inspired on this occasion and discussed how Jesus used symbols and pictures to get the truth across. Jesus was stating his place in the universe which was the “true vine”, God being the husbandmen or the vinedresser. If you  listen to the words in John chapter 15 which are quite strong.

He says “I am the true Vine. My Father is the gardener. He cuts off every branch joined to me that does not bear fruit. He trims every branch that does bear fruit. Then it will bear even more fruit. You are already clean because of the word I have spoken to you. Remain joined to me, and I will remain joined to you. No branch can bear fruit by itself. It must remain joined to the vine. In the same way, you cannot bear fruit unless you remain joined to me. I am the vine. You are the branches. If anyone remains joined to me and I to him, he will bear much fruit. Without me you can do nothing. if anyone does not remain joined to me, he is like a branch that is thrown away and dries up. Branches like those are picked up. They are thrown into the fire and burned. If you remain joined to me and my words remain in you, ask for anything you wish. And it will be given to you.

We could say that Jesus is really labouring the point without actually repeating himself mechanically. It is clearly very important. Perhaps it was a hot day when he said these words and his disciples were losing concentration, who knows. Without me you can do nothing? That is strong language indeed. I will have to think about that one.

The word ‘abide’, an old-fashioned word, means to dwell in me in other words in Jesus or to be joined with me. What I drew from the sermon was Guy’s comment that we don’t have to have goals in the way that normal people think because if we are joined to the vine growth will happen automatically and our lives will be fruitful. People in those times had no Internet, and no technical communications so the choice of an image of the vine must have struck very deep. It certainly did with me, particularly the idea about not having goals- in other words something ‘out there’, when we’ve got it all in ourselves. Heaven is not somewhere out there beyond our reach; we can create the circumstances of heaven while we are still in the body though that suit of ‘clothes of light’ may not fit very well. We can but aspire.

It’s funny that Jesus mentioned pruning and it may be that the so-called crises in our lives are where extraneous material is removed so we can see things much clearer. I know this happens during funerals where people’s own fear of death is revealed and they often go through a crises. In a way, this is given in order that someone may grow.


Full steam ahead to prepare for the AV9 conference starting on Friday. I have to prepare a leaflet to reasonable professional standard. I use People per where you can find people willing to work straight away. I found a person who I will give a try to from India no less and will see what he comes up with. The problem is that although people can speak English they cannot think English so you don’t get the nuances that are really required. I have a great benefit that the web host that I rely on I have known for 20 years.  I can ring him up at any reasonable time for some small thing where I’m stuck and he is glad to oblige. Try that with a large company let alone a company in America. There’s a lot to be said for the phrase “it’s not who you know it’s what you know”.

Two terrible pictures

What possesses this man to have such a disfiguring tattoo? What self-image must he have when everyone will recoil from him? This is a person who’s taken on an identity that is not human. God bless him as I would say to anyone who is trying to find their way in life that he has chosen a  difficult path.

However, this picture is much more terrifying.  5G is the biggest con ever to be perpetrated on the British public. It is being sold on the grounds that you can download films in a few seconds. What they do not tell you is that 400,000 unsightly masts will be situated in the UK both in country and city areas. What they do not tell you is that the biological effects of even low doses of microwave or high frequency radiation is carcinogenic, causes health problems, sleeplessness, irritability, and is especially dangerous for children.

Why you may ask I telling you this? Because I have decided that enough is enough. The wavelengths emitted by these transmitters correspond with those of the human brain and by adjusting the frequencies, brain activity can be interfered with. In World War II, fluoride was used by Hitler to subdue people as indeed it is used for the same purpose in the USA now.

Once the scheme is operational in 2020, ( trials going on in Gateshead as we speak) the powers that be will have complete control over our minds and we can say goodbye to many aspects of the mind, to free will, and to independence of thought. It will be ‘game set and match’ and they will be in control. I have therefore decided to start a campaign to raise awareness. I’m not the only one but I’m fairly good at organising when I get going so the next few days will be very eventful.

Today was a dizzying 9°C, the usual blanket of cloud, with a rather cold wind from the North. Just what the doctor did not order.

Ellie and Andy – the surprise meeting of the day

Every week I get a journal called “The Week” which is a summary of the interesting news happenings  in the media particularly the newspapers. There is a regular column that I always turn to first. It is entitled “It must be true – I read it in the tabloids”. There are normally three stories and this is the shortest one in today’s edition. “Three years ago, Dylan McWilliams was bitten by a rattlesnake while hiking in Utah. Last July, he was mauled by a bear while camping in his home state of Colorado. Last week, he completed an unlikely trilogy by surviving a shark attack while bodyboarding in Hawaii. The fish, thought to be a tiger shark, left teeth marks that needed seven stitches. McWilliams, 20, thinks he just has a tendency to be in the wrong place at the wrong time, adding: “I don’t blame the shark, I don’t blame the bear and I don’t blame the rattlesnake“.  How’s that for a laid-back attitude?


A rainy day for the most part. More psychic readings to do in the morning, one for someone in Spain, another one for a confused student in Germany. People don’t seem to believe that I require no information from them. All I need is a first name of the person as an identifier and then a question. That is all that is needed to establish the contact and off we go. Without any trace of modesty the German person that I did the reading for just said “you are amazing”.  I like hearing things like that because it means you’re not wasting people’s time.


Francoise came back from her painting class in Timsbury and we decided to go off to Bread and Beyond, my favourite ‘go to’ place for teas and self indulgence, Chewton Mendip, BA34LJ. If you want a really first-class light lunch with splendid meat pies and cakes to die for not to mention home-cooked bread this is the place to go to. Alice, the grande dame in charge, gets up at 2:30 AM to start baking. No wonder she looks tired at closing time at about 4:30 PM but bless her she goes on.

On the table were some cards advertising an art exhibition featuring the use of various types of paper, called “Art on Paper”. We decided on impulse to go for this reason. GPS is very useful when you are not very knowledgeable about whether the place is and tells you how long it will take you to get there. The Andelli Art Gallery is a converted house and has been so for four and a half years, owned by a delightful and vivacious couple who decamped from Crouch End, no less, in London. It was a delight to speak with people who were on our wavelength and the conversation was fast and furious.

First we met Andy from Wales. By coincidence, Alice, who runs Bread and Beyond is also from Wales, knows him, and she lives close by. The couple go quite frequently and partake of the splendid meat pies. Ellie his wife then arrived and we had 20 further minutes non-stop high speed conversation about a dozen different things. It is lovely to speak with people who can think on many levels and I do miss this in Midsomer. Its like you have to wake people up first.  They as refugees from London could not bear the thought of going back but instead visit as tourists and we do the same. The gallery has frequent visiting artists. They decided not to have a gallery in Wells because that would have cost between £20,000 and £30,000 per year in rent and who wants the pressure from that. Their home is more than sufficient to display 50 or 60 paintings.   I was enchanted by the whole, and immediately signed up for the next private viewing and said we looked forward to seeing them in a couple of months.


Most of my readers will be familiar with the so-called chemical attack where Assad for some mad reason apparently decided to attack his own people. Russia Today revealed that witnesses saw no evidence of an attack, no victims, no chemical weapons. In other words the whole thing was a complete lie. The Douma (that’s the town)  witnesses testified to the Organisation for the Prohibition of Chemical Weapons in The Hague, Netherlands. Multiple witnesses and participants in yet anaother fake White Helmets video testified at this obviously staged gas attack in the Syrian town as well as how the online video productions supplied to Western governments and media were part of the same “provocation” that Moscow had warned about in advance.

What did the BBC do about this? Did they report it? Not on your life. The BBC are as about as independent as a dog on a lead. They are controlled by, in order, Israel, who if you criticize their war antics in even a minor way they will complain that you are being anti-Semitic. My goodness, they keep on playing the Holocaust card time after time and people still fall for it. Secondly, we have the mighty American hypocrisy machine followed by the interests of large corporations of all colours, and finally the British government of the day. All political so-called facts announced by BBC News are skewed by the need to under no circumstances upset the mighty, the wonderful, the great controller of America, Israel.

You think I’m exaggerating? I wish I was. Try becoming a senator in the USA without swearing allegiance to Netanyahu. Look at the way his last appearance in Congress was preceded by 15 min of applause. They didn’t dare not applaud him but did so in a Psychophantic manner.

BBC produces propaganda, and the alternative press and people like Russia Today and Press TV present the news. Simple as.


On the other hand, the Young Musician for the Year is now playing on BBC Four. A few years ago would have been on BBC2 so BBC four is now the only bastion of quality left.  We sat in front of the fire watching the TV and it’s nearly the end of April. I hope somehow sometime this weather will actually warm up.

What is a friend?

I was brought up on Winnie the Pooh and I enjoyed sitting on my father’s lap enjoying the well-known stories which I knew word for word. It was an innocent world animals with their various personalities, Roo, Tigger, Christopher Robin, and the star of the show Pooh Bear himself.

How times have changed, for better for worse is a matter of discussion but when 10-year-old girls become so self obsessed they want an operation to correct suppose defects in their vagina, I think we can say the trend has mostly been downwards. Facebook has been rearing its ugly head about the integrity of treating the Facebook member as a cash cow and utilizing them for supposed financial benefits. I am continuing my association with it as an experiment and start my day with deleting the half-dozen or so skimpily dressed young ladies who recommend a site of their friend who is probably even more skimpily dressed and prostituting themselves, taking advantage of the loneliness and needs of their opposite sex. I am told that these recommended friends are stunning, humongous, amazing, every word you can think of and now I just read the first word and block.

Through some sort of mysterious algorithm I have accumulated quite a number of friends, 1,384 to be precise as of today Friday, 27 April 2018 at 10:26 AM.  Why am I doing this? I think it is partly the novelty and the intrigue that you might just come across without knowing it a friend of a friend who turns into quite an interesting person. This is actually happened on one or two occasions with good conversations but more interestingly I have befriended and been befriended by people that I knew 30 years ago and still have something to say together.

Are these people friends in the sense that I would like. The answer has to be in the vast majority of cases ‘no’. I was reading an article in our local newspaper, well actually a national newspaper, the ‘i’. Short for independent but that went bust in its printed form anyway. The article was entitled “you can’t put a price – or a time limit – on friendship”. I would thoroughly concur with that sentiment. Mark Twain was realistic. He said “the holy Passion of friendship is so sweet and steady and loyal and enduring nature that it will last a whole lifetime, if not asked to lend money”

It is mildly disappointing when someone befriends you to discover that there was an ulterior motive. Shortly after my move to Somerset a chap who really did have lots in common with me started a series of conversations. However, after three or four meetings he broached the topic of investment in properties with a guaranteed percentage of return, I think it was about 7%. I realised that he had been grooming me as a friend so I would part with some money. Now, the scheme may have been excellent but the subterfuge was not appreciated.

But anyway, back to the article again. I think people have become dissociated in their relationships, I mean their personal relationships. I’m not talking about a work colleague that you befriend for the sake of having a more pleasant time at work I suppose I’m talking about a buddy, a confidante, someone who you talk to without fear of being judged, someone who does not watch from the outside but rather identifies with your inside.

I think it’s asking a bit much to have a friend that completely agrees with you in every aspect of your life. I have friends that I discuss psychic things with, friends that I discuss gardening with, friends and I discuss 9/11 type stuff. If I were to introduce them to each other, they would not necessarily get on very well. When all said and done, it’s all about wavelength. When I went to the men’s group, the Christian men’s group, last evening in Frome there was no dissonance, no awkwardness, none of this ‘getting to know you’ chatter. We all believe in the same thing so there is no need to impress anyone or ask the normal chat up type questions, off you go with your favourite chosen subject..

I don’t think the quality of friendship depends on the amount of time you spend with someone though I think overall you need a certain amount of time to get to know someone. The article referred to above suggests 50 hours to become casual friends or 200 hours to move into the close friends category. However, this research was conducted by the University of Kansas who defines four levels of friendship – acquaintance, casual friend, friend, and close friend to which I would add one category “soulmate”. Soulmate is someone with whom you can sit without the necessity of actually saying something because those of you that believe in the aura and the energy fields and in the power of thought will know that you’re talking to the other person anyway but not using the rather gross method of communication where the brain changes thoughts into sound waves, these are projected through the air via the mouth, they are picked up by the ears of the other person and translated into meaning.

Direct is best.

With regard to the research above, if this was conducted exclusively using citizens of the United States as an example I would question its applicability to other parts of the world. The United States is country of extraordinary opposites. We have some of the greatest minds, and yet the majority, the vast majority, have been rendered almost stupid by the continual influence of chemtrails ( do your own research on that one), put fluoride in the water ( used by Adolf Hitler to calm down people in concentration camps), junk food and an unceasing flow of mental from the media. I think you have to work far harder to get friends because if the acuity of the brain is less, probably due to the amount of hours spent on social media, the level of empathy diminishes.

A friend is someone that you can rely upon at all times, who is constant, and who has known you for a minimum amount of time perhaps a couple of years. The Christian would recall the hymn “ what a friend we have in Jesus” and although we cannot see him, his spirit is with this and that’s as good a stabilising thought as I can offer, He is the still small voice admits the passions and the foolishness of mankind. I remember the quote by Ralph Waldo Emerson “keep your friendships in repair” be they utilitarian or personal. To ambitious people I say “be nice to people when you are on the way up because you might meet them again on your way down”.

I find many of the more thoughtful people in my life don’t have many friends, but the friends they do have are good ones. When you come to think about it, a handful of friends is quite a lot.