preparation for going away – a telling cartoon

It’s not like I’m going to the other end of the world but I know I’m going to be hammered by EMF. The problem is it’s not only 5G but it’s a lot of people using 3G and 4G phones that has a cumulative effect on the disposition of the human nervous system mine included.  We even have to suffer it on the coach going up to London.

Extinction Rebellion are in my view making fools of themselves. The amount of carbon dioxide in the atmosphere is .04 of a percent and is an essential growth agent for trees and plants. 97% of the carbon dioxide created in the world is produced naturally with humankind having nothing to do with it. Mankind produces the other 3% of which the UK produces a minute fraction. China produces far more CO2 than we do and yet Extinction Rebellion insist on blocking the streets in Bristol and other places making their uninformed point. There is no question that they are very well funded I suspect to distract people from the real issues going on for example the installation of 5G and the launch of all the lovely satellites to control us.

The weather forecast is mixed for the coming few days and once again I’ll probably end up taking  far more clothes than I need and not using them.  On the garden front, the ground is rockhard so it’s very difficult to do a gardening job which involves weeding which we don’t enjoy at the best of times. Our friend is the hoe which will at least prevent the plants seeding and hold them back until more detailed digging can happen in the autumn.

Last night, I watched a programme about Facebook. They employ 50 new people a week and that is at only one of their many centres around the world. They were quite happy to tell us that they profile everything we do so the marriage between Facebook and Google would seem logical from the control and informational point of view. Basically we are seen as sales targets and the idea is to refine the adverts to get maximum return on us consumers.

I have discovered a lovely video which I’d like to close this blog on. It’s about the effect that mobile phones have on people. It only lasts a couple of minutes and it really is worth watching. They say one picture is worth 1000 words. Enjoy.




Reflections on death

I have been reading a book called “Life and teachings of Masters of the Far East”. I have had this a five volume book for about 30 years now and have finally reached the end of the fifth volume.

The end piece included a poem by John Gillespie Magee, Jr, a Royal Canadian air force pilot who was shot down over England on December 11, 1941, at the age of 19.

Shortly before his death, John Magee sent his mother the poem, High Flight, which was soon to become known the world over and still considered the greatest poem to come out of World War Two. I wouldn’t know about that, because I have not seen other war poems but nevertheless I find it very moving so here it is:

HIGH FLIGHT

Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of earth
and danced the skies on laughter – silvered wings.
Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
of Sun– split clouds, – and done a hundred things
You  have not dreamed of – wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hovering there,
I’ve chased the shouting wind along,  and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air…

Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue
I’ve topped the wind–swept heights with easy grace,
Where never lark, or even eagle flew –
And, while with silent, lifting mind I’ve trod
The high, untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand and touched the face of God.

I think there is an enormous amount of unwrapping to do. The liberated person finds himself enough free space where he can move with easy grace. I find it very comforting to know that there is a continuity of consciousness. In my time, I have read about 40 books on life after death, reincarnation, and indeed life between lives. I’m fully prepared to move on and know that what I do now and the difference I make to other people will affect my ability to fly.

I do quite a lot of work, believe it or not, talking to people who have so-called ‘died’ and I find the people who were – for example – stubborn in life are stubborn in death and the people who were happy in life are happy in death. I regard death as the casting off of a body vehicle or if you like changing clothes to move on to a less dense or more dense environment depending on the cumulative effect of our actions in our lifetime. It seems very fair.

If I identified myself with my own mortal body I think it I would be in a permanent state of insecurity, maybe almost panic. I am a divine being having a human experience as David Icke would say.

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Off to London on Thursday. We are having a Sunday ceremony to celebrate the life of Mike, a long-time friend of my wife. I shall be catching up on the Tate Galleries and looking forward to seeing friends.




A truly remarkable day of sport – a tired Cheddar Car boot fair

I don’t think we shall ever see the like of today, Sunday 14th of July, again. We had the epic men’s singles final at Wimbledon, success in ladies netball, Lewis Hamilton winning the UK Formula One event and most of all the crazy thrill a minute 20-20 championship game of cricket between England and New Zealand which went beyond the last ball.  I was trying to do other things but kept on being drawn back to the TV, Formula One, then the tennis, then the crazy cricket.

Roger Federer, as ever, gracious in defeat. He lost two match points. Both his sets of twins were there and he told the interviewer after the match that he wanted to forget this occasion and go back to being a father and husband. His wife seems to suffer during matches more than he does, almost biting her nails. She wore a dress that I suspect was not off-the-shelf, and a marriage ring which said to other men, “keep off, I am spoken for”. Each player was very gracious and respectful about the other.

I love this about tennis. Everyone loves the game.

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This morning, we went to the famous Cheddar car boot sale about which I have written many times. However, on this occasion, there were very few people around. When you have 160 tables you do need a fair amount of people to make it worthwhile for sellers to sell their wares effectively even though the average price of an item is about a pound or two.

I get the impression that a lot of people want to clean out their houses of unnecessary objects and offer pre-loved children’s clothes to the next generation. In order to get a good position you have to arrive about six o’clock in the morning so by the time we arrived, about 10 o’clock, they had been standing around for four hours.  On our arrival we witnessed more than one seller giving up for the day. I can understand because it was hot and sunny. Even our amazing meat stand had a desolate look as there were only two or three people standing around aimlessly.

I did see one very tired stand run by a chap who sells bedding plants but on this occasion they too was tired what with heat and so on. I can’t imagine anyone would buy the plants exhibited below

On our way back we had a look at the garden centre and my attention was drawn to original ways of using pallets.

 




A local Fayre, tennis and more tennis

What a lovely unspoiled young lady from Romania, Simona Halep. She won the French Open and now she wins at Wimbledon. After the French Open she was received rapturously in her home country and she hopes the welcome this time will be as good as last time. Her mother said to her when she was very young, ‘I would be impressed with you if you played in the final at Wimbledon’. The mother did not actually say that she should win but the daughter has proved her point.

We then had one of the most exciting men’s doubles finals going to the fifth set and on a knife edge. It is a mystery why they closed the roof of the court when there was at least one hour of daylight to go.  I’m so glad for Columbia who have won their first tennis medal of any colour. It will make such a difference to the country and a necessary rise in morale where the Americans are knocking on their doors in the way only Americans can.

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To our local annual fair at Midsomer Norton. The layout and the events were pretty much like last time. A brass band, young gymnasts, play areas for the children, various local and worthy causes, vegetable judging, plants sale. I was actually feeling very tired so I left after about an hour.

A good day out for the locals but I was not in a space to enjoy it.




A product is only as good as the service

From my local garden equipment and tool suppliers I know I pay a little bit more but I know I can go back to them and they will be there to fix the problem for me normally without charge if it is in the guarantee period. The same cannot be said of bargain items which you buy on the Internet. I’m sure they have some sort of arrangement but it’s not personal and may well involve sending the product back with all that entails.

I’m starting to believe now that energy medicine and frequency medicine is the answer to many of the body’s needs especially with regard to pain. Everything is frequency. A countervailing frequency will enable the body to correct itself. Those of you of a certain age will be aware of radionics, and those younger people may know of the spooky-2 which like all energy machines of any merit was developed in Russia.

It is difficult to know in advance what you will require but very often an instruction book sold with the item is not adequate. If the sales literature is in English Chinese it is not difficult to tell, it may be that support is lacking. Whatever you are going to buy, look on YouTube for someone explaining how to use it. Youtube is so vast that almost anything that is made will have video support of some sort, if not the manufacturer then a user will have posted something.

I ordered a Chinese made telephone which arrived today. I could barely understand the instructions and why do they make the type so small. Anyway I have done my due diligence. The phone works, remembers numbers, has a little socket enabling me to record conversations, remembers the last 10 numbers I dialed, has noise cancelling headphones and cost me about £25. It runs off the power of the telephone systems. I don’t need batteries which is rather nice. It’s the old story, buyer beware. Oh I forgot there was no invoice or return address so that’s why it’s good to pay with PayPal because they give a guarantee of looking after you in case anything goes wrong

I’m looking out for some software preferably free software to make a clickable map for my 5G website so people can see what is going on in a particular country. I’m not going to invest the time unless I read positive reviews, unless I found a video that explains how to do it, and unless the creator’s website is informative.

Back to tennis. So Roger Federer beat Rafael Nadal. It was a cracking good match with Pedro returning impossible balls.

This weekend, every little village on earth is having a fair, but here in Midsomer Norton we are having a day with bands and performances and competitions and so on.

Good news, the weather is fine.




It’s garden time

Painting inspiration this morning at Pengover Green wildflower meadow! 🌸🌼🌻    https://www.facebook.com/NicolaPlummerArtistIllustrator/videos/469675507127320/

Well, that’s an lovely way to start the garden theme by giving you a link to click on. What comes to my mind is the glories of nature. It only lasts about 30 seconds.

The National Garden Scheme, a charitable project where people open their own private gardens for a few days per year. People come along and pay four pounds or five pounds and in return can wander around for an hour or so and be treated tea and cakes. This time we went to a place called Wellfield Barn which was one of these places that is so close and so far from civilisation in this case Wells.  Virginia’s husband had departed this planet a few years ago but she gamely continues to do charitable events, show people round, tells the story how the house went from nothing 22 years ago to a lovely garden.  Until recently when she was unfortunate enough to break her leg she presided over concerts in the living room.

The atmosphere of this place was so convivial that you could take a group of complete strangers and in 15 minutes they would be talking like old friends. An enormous amount of love and caring went into the walls and you can tell it.

One of the other visitors had just returned from the Shetland Islands where he had spent two weeks with his wife. He decided the best way was to drive up to Aberdeen and take a 12 hour ferry. They visited in early June. I asked about the mosquitoes and they said there were none probably due to the relatively inclement weather with associated wind.

Anyway, here are a few pictures to give some idea of what it was like with commentary where necessary. These are in no particular order.

A sunset view. In the middle of the picture you can just about see Glastonbury Tor

The lady of the house, with whom you do not trifle, holding forth about the history of the house

a lovely little bubbly pool powered by an electric pump. Very discreet.

two people deep in conversation

the main house, with skyscape

 




If music be the food of love + Useless UK Home Office + Evangelism done right

If music be the food of love, play on,
Give me excess of it; that surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken, and so die.

I know the first line but I haven’t a clue why Duke Orsino should ask for an excess of it. (guess) Of course if you have too much the appetite will sicken and die. Maybe this is is attempt to deal with unrequited love, his aim being to stuff himself sick with his own passion. I’m not really into William Shakespeare.

However, back to the current world, to this date and time.

Shame on me, or should I say lack of discipline, I don’t listen to as much good classical music as I should do. I read somewhere about the pianist – Eric Lu– who won the Leeds piano competition. I find the quality of his playing quite stunning and this is what I used to start my day.

I find it interesting that music therapy has been examines for use in dealing with numerous medical conditions. All forms of music may have therapeutic effects, although music from our own culture may be most effective though not necessarily in my case. I love Indian music for example. This is a lightweight but interesting article.

Enjoy this Beethoven video.

Today, I met a new plot holder that I mentioned yesterday, Neil. He turned out to be a widower of about 65 years of age accompanied by two dogs, Polly and Mary Kate. His wife died a couple of years ago and he thought he had overcome his loss but suddenly, strong emotions came back to him unexpectedly and he found the episode difficult to deal with. He decided to be proactive and go to a local college to attend a so-called “mindfulness day”. I have no idea what the detail was but his plan gave him the courage and the means to move on. I commented that emotions come when you’re ready to handle them and he agreed with that.

He says that having an allotment plot would enable a change in his life because he could get out more. His home is about 100 m away from the allotments themselves so this is absolutely ideal. I got a good feeling from him when I spoke to him on the phone. As my South African friend would say “he’s got something to bring to the party”.  He starts working the plot on Saturday. Job done.

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The UK Home Office are completely and utterly useless. My wife who has a French passport applied for indefinite leave to remain (ILR) and today she received the reply.

This is the PDF version of the letter. The only problem is that there is no visible text. Fortunately I immediately recognised the problem – that some incompetent had set the text colour to white. I did Ctrl + C, and copy and pasted the invisible text, chose black and we could then read it. Francoise has received permission. I guess hundreds of applicants must have received this and have been utterly confused.  Surprise surprise there is no phone number to find out since it all has to be done by e-mail. As we say, the Home Office couldn’t even organise a piss up in a brewery. Thank goodness I don’t have much to do with them. I guess that the average pay there is quite low so as they say ‘if you pay peanuts you get monkeys’. I’m sure there is some political incorrectness in that statement but quite frankly I don’t care.

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In last Sunday’s diary I wrote about my  visit to an exhibition tent run by a group of churches in Keynsham at the culmination of the local music week. I was invited to come to a talk aided “Free barbecue life story” at the Crown Inn. Someone called Tim was going to speak. He was brought up an atheist. Since I was so impressed by the atmosphere of the tent I thought I would come along and give it a go. I turned up and somehow found my way into a garden behind The Crown Inn and saw a group of people milling around and chatting away. A cold barbecue was set out. I didn’t know a soul but I felt at home so that didn’t really matter. In my experience it’s only a matter of time before you start chatting to someone and on this occasion this proved to be the case.

I went back into the main bar to get myself a coffee. I got the impression that the lady behind the bar, one and a certain age, was not quite with it. I stood for a couple of minutes waiting to be served. She looked around from what she was doing and jumped as if I was an intruder. I asked for a coffee and asked what type. She said “what do you mean?”. I said filter. She replied ” it has gone cold”. The conversation stalled at that point. She said brightly as an afterthought “I could make you another”. She put some copy in the filter and poured a full measure of water into the machine. I guess it would take some time. It did indeed. She said “would you like some milk?”. I replied in the affirmative. She shuffled off down a long passage and reappeared 2 min later with a 2L bottle of milk which she gave to me. “You can help yourself” she said.  As a bonus, I got two packets of brown sugar.

Meanwhile, the manager placed a cup and saucer on the bar with a little packet of three biscuits. I declined the biscuits. She noticed and said “you don’t want them then”. I wanted to explain that biscuits didn’t quite go with a barbecue but felt that I would be wasting my breath. Keynsham is a funny ‘in between place’ it’s not city, it’s not town, it’s not a village. I don’t know what it is really.  In a way, the fact  the staff have not been trained reflects this. There was a feeling of “make it up as you go along”. It was not unpleasant, just a bit chaotic.

But anyway, back to the main part of my story.

I met two bikers. The first one was named K.J. who was much adorned with silver rings on all his fingers, who said fairly early on in the conversation that he had Asperger’s syndrome and OCD. Asperger’s is characterised by significant difficulties in social interaction and non-verbal communication, along with restricted and repetitive patterns of behaviour and interests. He said more than once that he could not understand sarcastic humour. I in my turn did not understand why he did not.

OCD is obsessive/compulsive disorder.    I admitted that I had OCD in a very minor form and we were amazed to find what we had in common. We both hated being late for something and feel that if someone has agreed to turn up on time they should do so. His flat was a model of tidiness, and had 250 model cars on display, all arranged in a tidy configuration plus  models including boats but I forgot the details of. His kitchen at home is immaculate. Every morning he gets up at about 3 AM. Quite what he does at those times we did not establish but it matters not.

He and I both have a habit of sitting at the back of church at services normally in the same place because we want to feel there is an escape route if things go wrong. Interestingly, he has done a lot of good deeds for a lot of people for which it requires no thanks and effect is embarrassed to be thanked. He told me he had done this since the age of 14. I admitted that I liked things to be orderly and when I crossed the street, I had to walk across in even numbers of steps. I could not say what happened if that did not happen because I never let it happen. We both agreed that is very nice to meet a fellow OCD person because you don’t have to explain. I said that if you accept the impediment that say it turns into a characteristic or a feature and is not a problem.

Amazingly, to my left, sat a chap called Richard, also 75, also with wet macular disease. Who says like doesn’t attract like. These two ‘speople have been bikers all their lives and could talk indefinitely about bikes so I had to struggle to getting the word edgeways. I did not mind this at all.

I then saw what I consider to be the ideal style of evangelism which is not evangelism but a personal testimony. Tim was an atheist with atheist parents one of whom was a scientist and the other I can’t remember but  they most definitely did not believe in God and nor did he for the first 24 years of his life. He then met a group of people who were ‘different’ and eventually found himself speaking to God in his head, how ironic for someone who does not believe in God at all. Here is a flavour of part of his talk. You may have to turn your speakers up because the sound level is a bit low.

I was attracted to him because he started by saying that he didn’t want to give an evangelical talk, but just wanted to chat about his experience. In other words he was giving a testimony. I love testimonies because they don’t put any pressure on you at all, take it or leave it, relate to it or not.

He is an IT consultant. He told me afterwards that his boss calls him in once a week for a chat which can often last one and a half hours. He told me that for the first two or 3 minutes they talk about work and then he spends the rest of the time answering questions from his boss about God. That is most impressive if you’re the sort of person that people can open up to especially your superiors at work. The boss must have a tremendous respect for Tim to do this.

I remember, when I was but a teenager my job was to clean the brass in the church of which my father was a vicar. There was a small plaque in the pulpit which said “Sir, we would see Jesus”. To be an effective testimony giver you have to keep yourself out of the way and just be a vehicle, unspoken if you will, of another level of existence – that level is one of faith and belief. Too many preachers are full of themselves and their own ego I’m sorry to say and when people lose their ordinariness I lose interest in them.

I have a chat with Tim after his talk wondering if he could help with one of my websites. I will only work on a project with people who are on my wavelength. Tim recommended a friend who was a street pastor working in Bristol’s I shall give him a call and see what happens. If you try and work with someone who doesn’t know what you are doing and why you are doing it, it is so much more difficult and time-consuming as I have learned to my cost but hey that’s the normal way of learning.

I chatted to KJ and Richard after the talk and said that you never know when an opportunity for sharing your beliefs is going to come up. One of the reasons I do not listen to music on headphones when I walk along the street is that it makes me less aware of what is going on and you never know, a brief “good morning” maybe the very thing that will make a difference to somebody’s day. To me that is worth a lot. I enjoy putting myself second and others more in focus.




Car crashes, Why? – trees talking to trees – Wimbledon

Today is one of those days when I have a great list of things to do. At nine o’clock this morning someone rang me asking if they could have a plot on my allotments or should I say the allotments which I run. The plot in question is notoriously wild but the chap who wanted it was quite happy to take on something wild and tame it. How often in life have I found that a problem which has been bothering me for ages just suddenly solves itself. This was one of those cases. I wrote to him welcoming him and telling him that for the rest of this season he would not have to pay rent. I subsequently went along to the plot concerned and tidied it as much as I could

I went to have breakfast at The Hub, which is a restaurant come library in Paulton. On the way in I noticed the following

I had a good look inside the car and it seemed that the accident looked worse than it actually was, but of course it will be a write-off because the chassis will probably have been bent. I was just reflecting on accidents and why there are so many of them. I can see how easily they can be caused by lack of control and lack of attention. I can imagine someone being impatient and purposely switching off their brain – or switching to the reptile brain –  so that they can overtake another car which is going too slowly in their opinion anyway. A few days ago I was stuck behind a car on a single file winding lane and there was no way I could overtake without exposing myself to danger. I decided therefore to decrease my speed, enjoy the countryside, and forget about the extra minutes I might be losing. What would I do with the time I had saved?

In the country in general I drive like I am in a funeral cortege because the very time you go fast round the corner will be the time you come up against a car was a tractor or other agricultural machine. There would only be one loser, and that would be the machine.

In 2017 170,993 people were injured in the UK. That is 168 people each day I wonder how many people woke up in the morning and said to themselves ” I have a premonition I I’m going to have an accident, I must drive carefully”. I believe that the vast majority if not all were completely unaware of any possibility. There is a countervailing hypothesis.

I believe that we are all telepathic and I believe that events can send shock waves forward and backwards in so called time. I believe that you can prevent something happening in the future when there is a distinct possibility of it happening. When I drive, I pay complete attention to what I call pressure waves and if I sense that something is about to go wrong I will drive accordingly. Defensive driving, I think it is called.

I have not had an accident now for many years. The last one was with a concrete column in a car park. In short, I believe that if you are focused with all your skills and abilities at your command the risk of being involved in an accident will go down to almost nothing. In other words, if someone is about to pop out from a side road, I will be able to sense it. I hope that these are not famous last words but I do practice what I preach and it seems to be successful.

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To the chemist to get a prescription. I saw the most ghastly horrible advert for children’s dental health. I can see what they were getting at but this is just a plain and simple bad piece of design. It demonises the child and demonises the condition. What encouragement is there for the mother to look at this aberration of a picture and bring her child in for care and attention.I have a joke with the receptionist at the counter. I told her that I’d only coming to benefit from the air conditioning system. She looked me straight as anything and nodded but then she suddenly realised I was joking, smiled, and said that it yes it was particularly warm outside. I specialise in making small talk with people and particularly I like telling jokes because I think it lightens the atmosphere and anyway, it’s fun. I recommend it for breaking the ice in any company.

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There are times when I simply can’t concentrate due to distractions – this time with tennis. I have decided to make a loaf of bread which I have to say this time is a brilliant example, perfectly baked and a meal in itself.

From the next room comes the sounds of tennis and it is Serena Williams and Andy Murray battling it out with another mixed pair. Serena has the most sublime and accurate almost theatrical playing style. I am transfixed. Andy’s game is definitely improved with Serena at his side.

Will this young man be a player of the future? He seems to be taking everything in 100%.

Good to see Judy Murray (Andy’s mum) without her dark glasses. She looks quite attractive without them . Maybe she has an eye problem and needs to avoid the sun. Who knows.

Anyway they won and here they are walking towards the referee in order to shake hands. It was an amazing match with quite brilliant moves which had the effect of making sure that I did no work whatsoever.

I do not know what goes on in the minds of the spectators. Are they there to see tennis or to be seen. The body language between them is not so great. Maybe they don’t know each other and just happened to be sitting together. Meanwhile at home….a slightly out of focus bowl of apples which my wife bought for our health and delectation today.

Meanwhile, the goldfish in our pond swim around completely oblivious of anything else that’s going on. Maybe they are the lucky ones.

Below you will see a video, not too long this time, about the way that trees communicate with each other which is by a vast underground network of nematodes. They supply each other with nutrition and make up for each others’ defects.

It is time to turn off the computer and prepare an evening meal.




Celebrate CO2 – a day full of lots of things

Neither of us slept very well last night. I reckon I was unconscious for about three hours. When we were in Cornwall a few weeks ago, neither of us had any problem sleeping through the night but here there is too much energy so we must simplify our life somewhat.  It sounds so boring to an ever active Gemini but we got to do it.

I wrote a great ‘to do’ list today most of which I’ve achieved. Inevitably the more difficult ones get shelved. There is a huge amount of 5G information coming in at the moment and I scarcely had time to put it on my site. Even to cut and paste an article will take a couple of minutes and that’s completely focusing on it without interruptions.

I’m hoping to redesign it with a clickable map page so people can just click and see what is going on in their country. I think this format will be more friendly and will lead to a greater number of hits. I have a couple of hundred page hits per day but that’s not really very great in proportion to the seriousness of this problem.

Off to the allotment then to the recycle bin to buy some wooden planks to replace the rotting examples on the allotment.

Monday is washing day. It is a good day when I can do the washing of the clothes and have then dry in the sun by 4 PM. Today this was achieved.

This morning,  I received an e-mail from a potential customer that instead of accepting my quote she would get some friends round to cut her hedge. This is what she will find: the job will take far longer than she would imagine; with different people working on different areas it is very unlikely that the standard will be high; there will be far more spoil for wastage then she would imagine and I would guess that the job will run for weeks and weeks. I’m sorry to lose the job because I really wanted to do it but more will come along.

People who have not asked for a quote for garden work before have no idea what is involved. For example you cannot use normal domestic garden tools because they just won’t stand up to the work. I have a very powerful hedge cutter, I was going to say hedge trimmer but that doesn’t do justice to it. If I want a hedge at a certain height I just hold the cutter carefully and just walk along and it melts through the hedge like a knife through butter.

Along to a garden job that we had not finished. The lady customer is in a wheelchair. She is the nicest lady you could ever want to meet but she has a degenerative nervous condition which apparently is based in the spine. There is no cure. She has lost the use of her lower legs and is now getting prickles in her fingers. She cannot walk at all. We try to do a really good job for her. Her full-time live-in carer is called Samuel.  He is from Ghana, and he’s a great Christian. He invited me to go along to his church in Bristol  but like many African churches there is far too much hysteria for my fairly conservative tendencies when worshiping. I like the environment to be as quiet as a grave while the preacher is preaching.

I try to watch at least one meaningful video per day with average length probably about an hour. I’m so sick of hearing about climate change that it’s wonderful to hear someone who explains things as they really are and not as some hysterical group of self-serving activists think they are. As the speaker (Patrick Moore) in this video says, first of all you need your facts and everything must follow from that. I invite you to look at this film below if you got a spare 1h24m I think it is stimulating to see a clear mind in action. It will be quite clear that we all need to have an annual “carbon dioxide celebration day”. Without this gas we will be dead. There would be no living thing on the planet, no trees, no plants. How sad is that.

This evening I spoke to a friend of mine, Fiorella, who lives and works in Germany. I met her at the same time as I met my wife and if I remember rightly was full of the joys of spring. Fiorella and I are both pretty good telepaths and psychics so if one needs feedback about something we ring each other other. We may not speak for months at a time but the link is good and the rapport will go on for as long as we both have life I am sure. I would love to go and see her in Düsseldorf in Germany and may well do so later on in the year. I would prefer to go by train but the return cost is E156 minimum; I can get a return by plane for £59. I will probably fly there from Gatwick and spend the money I save on a slightly better class hotel.

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People are finally waking up to the existence of extraterrestrials who no doubt regard us as extraterrestials. The heading in this article said Scientific American admits: extraterrestrials are likely to be far more intelligent than humans… And we’re stupid to deny their existence For all we know they may have inhabited our planet. Good old earth has been around for enough millions of years for this to be possible I think it’s arrogant for us to think that we are the centre of everything and no other types of races exist. Read it here.




Rocks going cheap… The Keynsham Festival … an unexpected oasis of prayer

Unbelievable bad practice! See below. But meanwhile read on

My wife wants to build a rockery. We used the excellent services of Facebook marketplace to find that someone was offering local stone, an ex-wall, for £10 for a van load and £5 for a car boot load. The owner of “The Old Vicarage”, Craig, was affable enough and waved us towards three big piles of stone of varying sizes. It was truly local stone.

A general view of the house. My goodness,  Vicars of a previous era did live a life of luxury in the old days. Below, you will see lovely raised beds containing potatoes and a first attempt at a barbecue. How lovely to have a lot of space that you can do what you like with.

the original wall or one of them

My wife being very choosy about which stones to take.

Now we come to the minor problem of taking the spoil away. Stone is heavy. My Volvo 70 is capable of carrying most things. We have abused it in so many ways and thank goodness we have an early model which was overengineered. Even though, we were slightly concerned about overloading it and drove away at a snail’s pace. Next time we will take more. The sign of an overweight load is when you sit in the front seat and cannot see the road in front of you. Have mercy on the suspension.

*****

And so to Keynsham. I was feeling unwell and unsure whether to go or not. Francoise did some dowsing on my condition  and found that my problems were due to lack of sleep which in turn was due to too much time on the computer during the evening. I must admit I’m a real computerholic though I should know better. It just there is so much good stuff I want to put on and keep the public up-to-date. I refer to 5G.

On the road, I reflected. Those of us that are old enough will remember the advertisements on radio Luxembourg for the pools. The mailing address was Keynsham spelt K E Y N S H A M by the very obliging man, Horace Batchelor, telling the punters where to post their coupons.

In the middle of Keynsham is a natural valley where there is an annual music Festival . When we turned up, it was in full swing with three sound stages and one dance and music stage.

The Kennet and Avon Canal is a very complicated piece of engineering and this is an overflow river to the side of the main canal which forms part of the entrance to the park where the show was. It was about the most peaceful place in the whole park.

So you won it, so now what are you going to do with it?

quite the cleverest all-purpose all-terrain vehicle I have ever seen. It can be used for picnics, wheeling  two or even three children, pulling things, pulling things in the shade, you name it

 

about the most decorative foreground to toilets that I have ever seen

a nice relaxed family time in the shade

See full-size picture above. I could scarcely believe my eyes when I saw this. Professionals at the Keynsham Dental Centre who should know better encouraging children to have candy floss which is little more than just sugar. Is this a part of a long-term marketing strategy to get children’s teeth to be destroyed by sugar and other sweeteners. They must have given 100’s of samples out as the queue never shortened.

Finally, this was a stand organised by the Interfaith Churches Association of Keynsham and district, a very lively church group consisting of 14 churches of all denominations. I admit I felt a bit battered from all the music. As soon as I went in it felt like a cool breeze but not a breeze. In other words, it was not windier in the tent then outside but there was definitely something there which I attributed to the power of prayer.

I told them about it and I think the person pictured was quite shocked that I should actually give an intelligent comment. I said irrespective of people’s reactions or lack of it, it was very important that they were there. I described it like an igloo of light. Slightly unusual you might say but I had to say what I found. The feeling remains with me as I write this diary.

I am fairly knackered so I think I’ll have a magnesium bath after I come back from my watering at the allotments. I love these light evenings.

…later…

My good friend Will has three lovely children and is brilliant at practical tasks. He has this job of chicken plucking believe it or not. This is a 24 hour job and he was telling me recently that he had to get up on one shift at 1.30 in the morning. He does a few days of this and then he is put on another shift. No wonder he was exhausted when I met him. The money may be good but his family life must suffer something rotten. Rather him than me.




Boredom-on-Sea…. the very classy Town of Wedmore.

Saturday is play day, especially with a clear blue sky and the promise of warm sunshine so off we go at about 10 AM to Wedmore. This town has many cultural activities during the year which is very good for such a small conurbation, somewhat shy of 4000 people. This was the annual Street Fair. The town is affluent. There is money around. You get the feeling that people don’t need to prove a point. They have money. They have had successful careers. They don’t need to flaunt anything.

My experience corresponds with my visit last year which my more avid readers will recall. (search for Wedmore). During our visit we chatted to one or two people but didn’t make a big thing about it. We enjoyed the fact that everyone seemed to know everybody else so it was like a grand family gathering. The young nuclear family was in evidence and it was clear that the parents were more than capable of looking after their impressively well-behaved children.

Brass bands are a part of any country fair of quality and today was no exception

Half way up the street there was the first of events that were meant to happen, in my book anyway. There was a female masseur and reflexologist waiting for business. I did not feel in any particular need for a massage since I am well looked after but strolled casually up to her and said it was good to see her there. She asked me whether I wanted some treatment and I said no but when I told her what I did, i.e.  my psychic side, she readily agreed to a trade. This means that she will give me some treatment I will give a psychic reading.

She worked on my feet and identified all the problems that I had to deal with such as my stomach, the excessive activity in my left brain, and my back. The idea is that work on the feet releases the corresponding part of the body related to it because the whole body is linked up energetically. The feet, the ears and the hand have particularly good connections to the corpus.

The time came for me to give a reading. I tuned into her father who had passed away some years ago and to her mother and found two completely different people, chalk and cheese you might say. I told her that she was enormously lucky and fortunate to have had such a father as a role model. As well as the reading I told her various things about herself which I won’t mention here.

I then went through her life and identified the ages at which traumatic events happened, the ones which had not been dealt with. I find it quite fascinating to do this. I use pendulum dowsing by the way. When I reach a  year when there was a problem with the patient, the pendulum stops dead or starts spinning eccentrically. We all have an entire record of everything that happens in our life in our auric field and I for some reason best known to the Almighty am able to detect this quite well. In fact very well.

She had worked for 10 days in Glastonbury giving many readings. I did not mention the topic of 5G but we can discuss this later. We finished – after about half an hour – on very good terms and we invited her to come and have tea with us. With due respect to Midsomer Norton it looks like it is our base to make friends in a much wider area, you could say  nationally, but there are always local folk who although not necessarily on our wavelength provide the humanity and community mindedness that we need on a day-to-day basis.

We decided to wander down the one main street of the town, photographs illustrate this. Draw your own conclusions. I get tired of saying this but You can tell more about town or village from its noticeboard and indeed from the condition of its local store or community shop than any other single source of information (even Trip Advisor).

We love to make a coffee for those that love to drink it

We met a man who had been carrying around some sweet peas.I accosted him in a friendly way asking him if he was looking for someone to propose to. His response was that he had been married for 51 years, today was his 51st anniversary and turning to the person next to him he said ‘this is my wife’. He said he was going to have three 51st birthday parties with various friends and with family. They were obviously very happy together though I did get the impression of the odd clash of temperament. The wife said that the 50th anniversary seem like yesterday.

I commented that if two people are in love then each encounter will produce a development in them so in theory you could go on for ever and not repeat yourself. I used slightly different words but that was the gist of it. What I like about such cultural and sophisticated places is that you can start very advanced conversations with someone and find they don’t go on the defensive but are happy to engage on the understanding that this is a casual one of meeting and you will not pursue them home or invite them to dinner or anything like that.

The body language has to be concomitant with this.

*****

Off to Burnham on Sea. This is a nondescript town which just happens to be by the side of the Bristol Channel. It is unmemorable. There are no hotels of any status, no chains, no holiday inn, and the lack of facilities is the main reason for this together with the state of the seaside of which more below. I hardly need to add that there is no bus station or train station.

It has one long main street, laid-back one block from the seafront, with the usual assortment of inexpensive cafes, the old health food shop, charity shops and bargain basement institutions and a betting shop. I dread to think what it is like outside the season. There is a pier, or rather what was once a pier that had been chopped off at the base and now houses an amusement arcade. It is unlovely but I’m sure you can get some excellent fish and chips there. No seaside town would dare to offer a national dish of this importance of anything other than first quality.

You might say, what about the beach? Well, it’s not actually a beach it looks like a beach but the sand or what remains of it is extremely muddy. There are red flags to warn you not to go out at low tide when the sea goes out a long way. It’s not as dangerous as Morecombe Bay but very foolish to go walk out at low tide. Swimming would be completely mad. Swimming would only be possible a couple of hours either side of high tide. To be fair, there are some dunes to the West of the Town which could be quite pleasant.

I’m told that this was once a lighthouse. It seems quite quirky to me. There were three evidently warning people of the mud no doubt. “Burnham’s ‘lighthouse on legs’ was built in 1832 to complement a separate pillar lighthouse which was found to have too low a vantage point to be sighted by all vessels in the channel.“. Thank you Google.

the most exciting image in the world but it will probably not win any competitions

The picture shows a group of seagulls sheltering against the westerly wind. If you look very very very carefully you will see Hinkley point in the distance, the vast new nuclear power station. It will probably not bring out the romantic side of most of us but for fans of nuclear power stations I’m sure it will do the trick.

We can think of no reason for ever returning.

*****

Back home and a rendezvous with my friend who is camping in nearby Glastonbury. We made a nice easy evening meal of mashed potatoes with butter, salad with all sorts of ingredients including grapes, and a nice cheese omelette. Wimbledon is on at the moment and all tennis fans in the world regard Wimbledon as a premier venue. I have just watched Andy Murray and Serena Williams thrash two opponents in the first round of the mixed doubles.

I love the way the BBC capture the mood of the audience. These could be three Chelsea girls trying to look interested and be seen.

Meanwhile, on the court itself….

I almost forget about tennis during the year but come July and Wimbledon my eyes are always glued to the TV. For some reason I find the sound of the ball being hit by the tennis racket to be mildly hypnotic




Soggy Chips, a 5G lecture in Bath, My son gets married

I can truly say that today was an unusual day. This diary could be slightly chaotic. I am going to try and take a day off tomorrow. We are going to a summer fayre beloveded of villages in Somerset and in most other places.

On our way home from Bath, I stopped off at  Peasedown because I had forgotten to eat due to being busy. I discovered a chip shop which does chips the way I like them, mushy and buttery together with what turned out to be a very nice cod.

You take a  risk with any fish and chip shop; overcooked and over battered fish for example,  but on this occasion it was a treat. I enjoyed to see the announcement.

Anyway, plenty happened before that, and we should begin at the beginning as they say. Today in Mumbai my son married a young lady from India, Mumbai to be precise. We made Skype contact with them after the occasion, parents in the background, and they showed me with great pride the henna which is a decoration of the hand and other parts of the body but mainly the hand. Both daughter and mother had this treatment and it can take hours to put on. The wearer is supposed to leave it on whereupon it gets darker which shows the depths of your love for your partner. The designs were most extraordinary and detailed and when I get a photograph from my son I will put it up to show you. I have no idea how they’re going to sustain themselves financially, but it is a new adventure for my son was 40 years of age so he has well and truly left the nest.

To Bath to hear a talk on the dangers of 5G. It is very encouraging to see the explosion in interest. I spent most of yesterday compiling a list of Facebook groups interested in this topic. That is not as easy as you might think because the whole world does not speak English and searches only appear in the English language. If you think about it, if every language was searched you would get hundreds and hundreds of decipherable entries. I am up to about 150 at the moment.

The talk was given in Bath Town Hall. They wanted an outrageous amount for hiring the room, £350 which shocked me. (shows how long ago I hired a room). Unfortunately they did not make a request for money and I think most people did not realise how much indebtedness the organisers have put themselves in. There was an unsuitable collection box on the way out, one of those were you really have to stuff notes into a little slot in the top. I looked in vain for a basket or something more open but without success. If it had been my evening I would have announced that there were costs of so much, and a contribution of X amount per person would cover it. Ah well, I can’t go around organising the world, people must learn for themselves.

The other thing the organisers did was to offer the talk for free. They offered 100 places. Normally, if people are not charged they do not value something and sure enough about 40 people did not show but on the other hand about 10 people who had not booked did turn up so we were left with about 70 people which filled the room quite adequately.

The talk was given by a doctor called Erica Mallory Bythe. Most of her talks are given to schools explaining the dangers of Wi-Fi especially with children who have even fewer natural defenses then us adults, i.e. thinner skulls. I had heard most of her talk before, which was a standard talk with slides, so I sneaked out and took a walk outside and went to see my favourite gardens in the centre of Bath. Link here follow some images.

This is a wonderful attempt by Bath Abbey to popularise the Cathedral is building and make it more attractive to the youngsters

Anyway, back to the talk. A council representative was there and she was told in no uncertain terms that Bath had to take responsibility for the welfare of their citizens and it was not primarily up to us to tell the Council what was going on. She seemed to take it on board, and told us that she was listening to us (I’m always suspicious when someone says that) but said amazingly that Bath had no plans for 5G when in fact 5G was launched near the Roman baths – I think it was about a year ago. The audience were having none of it and the only big round of applause was the demand for the acceptance of responsibility by the local authority.

Two of Erica’s slides were points that need to be made again and again and showed how dangerous and untested system was from health point of view. She’s concentrating on health and not the politics. Wise move. No one person can understand all aspects.

I stood up and made the point that we did not know the effect of the combination of technology effects.

1. broadcasting from mobile phones as they exist at the moment
2. 5G phones
3.  so-called small cell radiators at street level
4.  radiations from LED lights in the lampposts
5. existing smart meters which do far more than measure consumption of electricity
5.finally and most horrifically the 20,000 satellites that are going to be going round in low orbit blasting us with microwaves.

The Nuremberg Code was introduced in August 1947, after the Nuremberg trials. In these trials, Nazi doctors were convicted of the crimes committed during human experiments on concentration camp prisoners. It attempted to give clear rules about what was legal and what was not when conducting human experiments.

Basically, 5G is one big worldwide human experiment using untested technology. There is no doubt that many people will die of cancer and suffer many unpleasant symptoms. The problem is that most governments of the world have already accepted their 30 pieces of silver in the form of selling licenses which go into the billions of pounds. If the whole thing is discovered to be unfit for purpose and the government disallow 5G then the companies are going to want their money back. Lawyers are going to have a wonderful time.

Ooops!




a “people” day – making a pig of myself

The day started warm with bright blue skies, the sort of morning where you want to pad around the garden in bare feet drinking a coffee. When I do a gardening job, it’s first and foremost serving a human being and secondly doing the technical side, restoring the garden to something of its former glory. Like my work with relationships, the longer you leave it the more difficult it is to remedy. People leave asking a counselor about their relationships when they’re about to divorce or have divorced instead of spotting the first signs of difficulty and nipping things in the bud.

Today I went to a lady who happens to be in a wheelchair and lives in a bungalow with her helper, Samuel, who is a Christian. It is very nice to discuss my faith with someone who doesn’t apologise. He says he doesn’t go to any religious institutions such as Catholic or Protestant churches  because he thinks they’ve lost track of the original idea of Christianity. Instead, he goes to a branch of a church in Bristol, or a newly opened branch in Bath, where the preacher studies the Greek and Hebrew texts and speaks directly from them. Samuel said that in translating to the English language or any language come to that, something is lost.

We agreed that there was a difference between reading the Bible as you would read a newspaper or book and studying the Bible which means it’s you do some work on incorporating the lessons into your life. I said I’d be really interested to come along to his church. At my local church in Paulton, there is no incumbent and although I am sure that one will pop along in a few months I do need some nutrition from a real live person in the meantime.  So that was an unexpected pleasure of going along to a gardening job. You never know when testimonies or acts of faith going to happen. He, Samuel, originally from Ghana, was such a contrast to the chap next door to my customer who glowers at me whenever I greet him.

Home to de-clutter myself from my tools and then on to the recycle with five bags of spoil. I’m always on the lookout for useful items such as boxes or pottery. I even picked up a bench on one occasion. This time we saw a lovely saucepan that was just right for us because it was between a small and large range so we nabbed it. I think the rule is that once it’s in the container it belongs to the council but shall we say I caught it on its way in.

Next, to a coffee shop called “Essence”. It is quiet and pleasant unlike Wetherspoon’s and some of the other shops on the high Street. It is run by a Greek person I think. She was telling us that she does not have holidays. She works seven days a week in the shop because she enjoys it. It was here I made a pig of myself. I had neither breakfast nor lunch so I had a lemon cheesecake slice and also a slice of coffee cake with walnuts together with two scoops of ice cream and then a latte.

My wife had an avocado and goats milk sandwich which she was actually suggesting was more healthy than what I was consuming. Truth to tell, it actually looked pretty good.

At the table opposite was a senior lady of about 75 years of age I would say. She told us that her son lived in Spain somewhat south of Barcelona. She told us that he regularly keeps her informed of the lovely weather going on there. He left this country (UK)  about 30 years ago when house prices were far cheaper. He evidently has no intention of returning because he has integrated into the social life of the area and for example plays the saxophone and other instruments. He has a lovely house with its own pool, adjacent to the ocean, and can think of no reason why he should return.

I love hearing stories about people who have made it and are happy.

The lady opposite me whose name I do not know said she was looking forward to going on an adults only sea cruise in three weeks time ’round France and Spain and back again’. She said it had been on her “to do” list for some years and she was looking forward to it. She says her daughter has been on five cruises and is looking forward to her sixth.  I have been tempted to go on a cruise many times but I think it would have to be the right sort of ship, not too big. I could not cope with a ship with 5000 passengers. I know you get economies of scale and you can have all sorts of wonderful concerts and performances but the thought of the need for three settings for an evening meal, children well or badly behaved, running around etc. and there be no escape does not appeal to me.

I did a psychic reading this afternoon. The client was an IT specialist living in London. He was not sure what profession to look for next. I did a reading on his life and found that everything stopped at the age of 25 when he had an unfortunate encounter in the form of a relationship with a lady possessing an overdeveloped intellect and a crushing style to put it politely. The effect was that his ability to trust and remain open had been damaged.

I find in many relationships, the problems started well before the couple in question met, because they had failed to clear up the debris from previous relationships or even from parents.  In a way, the individuals concerned can be on the rebound from relationships that ‘finished’ 2 or 30 years prior. What we were talking about can be seen as a ‘software bug’.

My client admitted that he indeed enjoy his IT job. It was the system that got him.  I suggested that he had enough talent to run his own consultancy. I said that people routinely underestimate what they can do because they’ve never given it a chance.  Sometimes you think the road to peace of mind will be long and convoluted but very often there’s just one barrier you have to cross and then the whole thing can roll into motion. Consider a combination lock. All the numbers can be right except one. The one prevents the door from being opened. Changing one thing can be all that it takes to make a difference between success and failure.




Lecture on the topic of campaigning with reference to 5G

These are two pictures taken this morning. One is in my garden; our Buddha trying in vain to see through the proliferation of plants. The other picture is one of a lifestyle statement, “eat drink and be merry for tomorrow we die”. One can only wonder what this person will suffer from. Will it be a disease of the liver? Another opportunistic disease which arises from bad eating habits? We shall never know.

This evening I went along to give a talk in Frome, together with two others, on the financial state of 5G at the moment. The very government department (Ofcom) in the United Kingdom tasked with accepting billions and billions of pounds arising from the sale of rights to use certain frequencies, also has explicit instructions not to talk about health. Health is the key factor that makes 5G so dangerous. Clearly, the powers that be have it all sewn up. The plans must have been fought for years if not decades.

The talk on this rather poor quality video recording shows me making an attempt to communicate with people of varying levels of understanding. I have aimed for the middle

Brian’s top 10 important factors given at a Stop 5G meeting in Frome 2 July 2019

10 Imagine a group of scientists with clipboards watching the behavior of laboratory rats. They administer electric shocks, or poisons, and observe the effects. If rats die in the process that is immaterial. To the powers that be, we are not seen as humans. We are seen as goyen, as dispensable slaves, as useless eaters. We need to get over this “they wouldn’t do that would they”.

John Donne wrote his famous words “no man is an island” and further down the poem says “never send to know for whom the Bell tolls; it tolls for thee”. The silent bells do indeed toll for us human being The way to respond is by strength of character including our higher mind and access to accurate information so that we do not go into this venture like an ignorant street fighter but observing from a helicopter. We need to have an overview and be streetwise at the same time or be as innocent as doves and wise as serpents.

09 If you want the shortest ever political explanation of why the world is as it is today it consists of five words. ‘all roads lead to Israel’, the only country created out of another one, Palestine, by a political body – world Zionism – as a control centre for their sociopathic ideology. Zionists control America. Try getting elected to Congress without expressing loyalty to Israel. Think of the numerous hospitality visits extended to members of Parliament by Israel, all to soften them up. How does this relate to 5G? The aim of the globalist agenda 21 / agenda 30 is a One World Government and therefore anything which increases control over the individual is approved.

08 When we speak to local authorities, Members of Parliament, and even those in the industry, we speak to programmed people, prisoners of ignorance. These are brainwashed people from whom the truth as being withheld and whose salaries depend on not asking questions. Governments have accepted their 30 pieces of silver in the form of licences so are unlikely to listen. There is none so deaf as those who are being paid off

07 The campaign to dumb down the population has been ongoing for some years . The methods include fluoridisation, Dumb Down Central TV otherwise known as the BBC, junk food, GMO, vaccines, you know the rest. As if that were not enough we have the Marxist inspired Political Correctness which is neither political not correct. It was created in Frankfurt in 1923 to destroy Western society from within and in this case it has been phenomenally successful. Individuals are reduced to gibbering wrecks if they even think of expressing a point of view that might ‘give offense’ when in reality the best service we can offer each other is honest feedback.

06 the plans for marginalising the human being and culling what is perceived as excess population has been going on for decades. Consider the mysterious A C Christian and the Georgia Guidestones. Was it not overkill to make the same statement in 8 languages saying that the population should be reduced to 500,000,000? No, because it was meant for everybody on the planet. The languages engraved on the stones were English, Spanish, Swahili, Hindi, Hebrew, Arabic, traditional Chinese, and Russian. The anonymous group had been planning this for 20 years prior to 1979 so the Venus fly trap is working.

05 – As for people just arrived on the scene, playing catch up is going to be a labour indeed. It took me two years to understand 911, Sandy Hook etc but now people are catching on in the first you tube videos of a false flag appear within 48-hours.You could do worse than get hold of books by David Icke who for the past 25 years has been warning us of what is about to happen; his prophecies have come to pass with unfailing regularity.

David reminds us that what you don’t understand will control you. If we want to be effective red pill people we need to understand both sides. Why are we doing what we’re doing, and why are the other side doing what they’re doing.

looking after yourself.

Here are some general rules that apply to all types of activity and campaigning.

04 – How do we get involved? The nice thing is that we don’t have to be good at everything. All skills are required. The most important thing is to get to know who is doing what in your area. Avoid getting into a private mental battle ‘me against the world’ because you will come of the worst. Associate with others. When you find the right thing to do, that which suits you will not seem like work, more like breathing

03 – when we approach people it’s a good idea not to be too aggressive. The average Joe on the Street has enough to cope with what with job, girlfriend, the stresses of living, the pressures on the purse. This topic should not be presented as just another bit of bad news. Our approach needs rebranding. I suggest we make ourselves the sort of people that people can ask questions of. In other words approachable people, not ones perceived as nutters. Unless you want to lose all your friends, better to experiment talking about 5G to people you don’t know.

02 – as a balancer, I suggest finding a hobby or pastime that’s exactly the opposite of any serious campaigning activity. I do landscape gardening but also I have kept a Samuel Pepys type diary for nearly 3 years now. Another 20,000 words to go and I shall have equaled the word count of the novel War and Peace. More importantly though, it enables me to live not just for myself but for others and when I click ‘publish’ I share my life and thoughts. This is a great mental stabiliser.

01 – To Rosa Parks it was just another bus journey, another day at work. She was asked to move from where she was sitting and she simply said ‘no’. This was hardly the Gettysburg address but little did she know that her action of defiance would be the tipping point. Any of us could be the tipping point, we just don’t know so if you feel you are too small to make a difference try sharing a bedroom with a mosquito.




Silver Street (woods) – a walk and some tea.

Our local conservation group meets from time to time, and this time it was an annual walk. It was slightly unimaginative in that it was a walk up and then back along the rail tracks run by the Midsomer Norton railway society. However, the weather was so good that it was a pleasure just to be  outside, enjoy the gentle breeze and look at the clouds scudding across the sky. People were moving so slowly that I decided to set off on my own. I had a chat with one or two people, nothing earthshattering, but pleasant enough and catching up on local gossip.

We went back to the woods and shared some very nice sandwiches, cake and soda. I met a mother on her first visit to the group, the lady on the far right of the picture, who home schools her children. We started talking about mobile phones and she told me that when friends come to play with her two boys they have to leave their mobile phones at the door. She allows only very limited use of the phones and we discussed under what conditions it was necessary for the child to have one at all. The mother said that when they went out on their own she wanted them to have the means of reporting back if there was any trouble but said that in general she encouraged her boys to talk with each other and play. Since there are virtually no red telephone boxes left that is probably a good idea.

I found them very happy articulate young men  It slightly inhibited or maybe shy and it was a pleasure to meet the family. The husband was a carpenter who works throughout Somerset and didn’t know from one day to the next way he was going to be sent.

To home, to find that a job that we were looking forward to had been cancelled because a neighbour of the potential customer had offered to do it instead. On the other hand the job that I thought was very small turned out to be quite substantial so things have a habit of turning out all right in the end.




Meeting with friends on the same wavelength

Today Saturday was the hottest day of the year and Glastonbury Festival is in full swing. We can hear the bands, or at least the bass part of the bands, where we are in Midsomer Norton which as the crow flies is 11 miles from us. Lower notes, long waves, have the power to travel much further and as I lay in bed I heard the distant boom quite clearly.

Today we went off to Compton Dundon which is a small village consisting of a few old houses, a few side streets built with boring modern houses, a pub and a Village Hall. The day was for those who are electro sensitive. We took a long way round via Nunney to avoid the residual traffic going to and from the festival and arrived at one o’clock to find… nobody.  The venue which was an orchard and outhouses was completely silent – though beautiful.

We went over to the pub opposite, which struck us as being a little bit tatty and very “family” orientated and decided we didn’t really want to eat or drink anything and returned. We decided to wait half an hour and if nobody came we would leave and do something else. After about 20 minutes, Julian turned up followed by four other people. Two people had taken four hours to come down from Gloucestershire on the M5, driving into the sun.  I offered her a washing-up basin full of cold water to rest her feet.

Anyway, conversation started up and it was 5:20 PM when we regretfully left or should I say I’d had enough. We were talking about 5G and there is a limit to the amount of bad news that I can take at any one time. The problem is that 5G  started at least five years ago and they have perfected the method before most of the public even got the first idea of what was going on.   5G is a killing machine in that it can take out individuals at a distance without them being able to do anything irrespective of the immediacy of a transmitter.

Many people are Electro sensitive including myself but I’m not the worst by any means. Someone was telling me that they have to sleep next to a wall where next door another person charges their phone and they cannot sleep. Another couple are living in a flat facing a transmitter and they are permanently ill and weak.

However, irrespective of the subject matter, it is very pleasant and fun to sit down with people who thoroughly understand where you are coming from and what you are about. It’s the feeling of being at home. I feel sorry for people interested in 5G, smart meters etc who have an unsympathetic partner.  Very many of the young people today are so inveigled with technology that they dismiss the concerns of their parents. When they find they are infertile when their time comes to continue the species then it’s too late.

Anyway, we had a lovely sunny drive back home travelling via Wells not Shepton Mallet and avoided any site nor sound of crowds. The real road congestion  will manifest at the end of the festival, Monday morning I should think. We popped into Waitrose  in Wells and bought some constituents for an Indian meal as we did not feel like sitting in a restaurant. My non-drinking phase is still holding up and to my surprise I don’t miss it that much.




Shrieking children and breakfast do not mix – the word TURN

The River Somer going through Midsomer Norton High Street

If there’s one thing I insist on these days is having breakfast in peace. I like to read the paper and merely nod when the waiter asks ‘is everything all right?’.  Wetherspoon’s is therefore the wrong place to go – but you can be lucky. This morning there was a young child having breakfast (or picking at food with a spoon) who without warning shrieked loudly, a bit like a siren going off. I tried to be charitable in my mind with limited success. All the mother did was to grin at the child and say in a soft voice ‘no’.

I have noticed that people often grin at badly behaved children. Is this a form of discipline that is so subtle that I miss it? I think it’s because they don’t know how to act as parents. With smacking having been outlawed outlawed and a child’s word being taken in preference to that of the parents, no wonder they are scared.

I spoke to my son who is going to India on Saturday to be married. I cannot go because I cannot risk being battered by EMF forces on the plane never mind when I get there. Mumbai is in the rainy season at the moment and therefore not too hot but it is stuffed full of 4G and now 5G radiation and there will be no escape for me especially if I chose to stay there for one week. I have made an arrangement to speak to the Indian parents on Skype so let us hope that does something to smooth the diplomatic path between the bride’s parents and us. My ex who is the mother will be traveling with my son.

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I went to the meeting this evening and someone use the phrase “turned in” when they really meant “turn up”. I love the English language and I’m so glad I’m born in England to have this amazing tool inbred into me.

Turn – to cause to move around and axis or a centre
Turn in – to go to bed
Turn up – to appear casually at an event or a house
Turn over- as we turn over an omelette or pancake
Turn down – to reject an offer or an idea
Turn turtle – to turn completely over as you disable a total
Turnover – money made in a particular period of time
Turncoat – someone who reneges on his promise
Turn out – you say someone is turned out well when they are dressed smartly but
Turn out – is when you turn cattle out into a pasture
Turn off – you can turn off the radio or you can be a turnoff to someone by your behaviour
(A) Turn on – someone can turn you emotionally or sexually on by their appearance all behaviour
Turn round – a vehicle or person turns round 180°
Turnround – you have reverse the fortunes of a business
Turn right or left – change direction
Take turns – one person does something and then hands over to the other and so on
Turn the mob – the police used houses to turn the mob.

There are language is more difficult to learn for example, Hungarian, Finnish, and possibly Icelandic but I wish people all the best in getting a grasp of English.

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I read today that at Glastonbury, members of the staff are experiencing nosebleeds and headaches. They have never experienced the symptoms before and it is more than coincidence that for the first time there is a 5G tower belting out microwave vibrations. I am stepping up my activity with my 5G website and we shall see a battle royal in the near future I’m sure.




Garden job finished, I turned down a new customer

I’m just going to sit down down to watch the film “Wild” with Reese Witherspoon who in the film took the Appalachian Trail. I meant to sit and watch it much earlier but I got sidetracked by Youtube.  “The six worst falls off balconies”, “the 10 most dangerous beaches in the world”, “Road crashes in Russia”, “people being attacked by elephants” and so on. Youtube knows exactly what I like. Pity they are censoring things left right and centre at the moment. What is wrong with natural health?

This morning we finished the job for a very grateful woman. We love renovating gardens that are a complete mess. In many cases there is a medical reason. In this case the wife was active but the husband had a hip problem and could not move and eventually got so chair bound that he did not want to move. I was the equivalent of Monty Python’s “bicycle repair man”. I will do anything that is necessary to make a garden tidier even  including cleaning drains which is more satisfying than you might believe. My favourite jobs are hedge trimming, definitely OCD in my approach, mowing lawns and jet washing.

The lady was so pleased that she gave me another 50 quid on top of my quote, totally unexpected, and asked if even that tip was enough. I said it was and thanked her.

On the 5G front, I notice that this matter was discussed in Parliament, not the whole parliament but in committee. I immediately put this on the homepage of my website www.5Gexposed.com  Things are developing by the week. I heard someone was vomiting blood after having a couple of pints at Glastonbury and wondered whether this was due to the effect of 5G. Tuesday, I’m giving a brief talk in Frome, and I shall probably publish it here as well as on my other website. I’m not doing a printed copy because there will be so many links that hardcopy would be very demanding on people’s limited time. These days, you have to make things simple for people.

So I have this rather snooty lady ring up asking me to cut her lawn. I asked what had happened to her present gardener – it’s always a good one to ask to see the history. In this case, the husband had died two years ago but sometimes gardeners leave either because they leave the area or because not enough money is being offered. I have mentioned this before so I won’t drone on about it but anyway there was something about her voice that told me that I would not relate to her.

She sounded a bit superior and told me that mowing the lawn would be good exercise for me. I did retort during that brief conversation that I did not need to be told about the therapeutic value of work.  I did call her back twice to see whether I could go round to have a view but she was not there so I decided to leave it. As I have said previously, if things start badly they normally go on badly so folks just ‘wash your hands of these things and don’t push against the river’ is my advice. In short, listen to your intuition.




Bread v36, more art, the dentist, Toy Story 4

I think it was about three years ago when we started to make our own bread. Perhaps this is a compliment to myself or maybe not but I find that no two loaves are the same. I tend to use two types of flour; ordinary white flour and some rye flour as well.  I take care not to put too much rye in otherwise the whole gets a bit heavy and soggy.  We enjoy our bread, especially when guests arrive and comment on the digestible nature of our offering.

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To the dentist. David is a real artist and I love the way he works and his sense of humour. He injects sufficient medication to make sure I don’t feel anything although the process of drilling makes me shake my feet to get rid of tension.  I gave up NHS dentistry some time ago because they have to hurry so much because of the payment system.

Goodness knows how they managed in the days without anaesthetic. Perhaps a good swig of whiskey who knows.

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To the City Art Gallery where Bath artists are strutting their stuff. I have been to this exhibition two or three times and each time a different painting jumps out at me.

Christmas past, Christmas present

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This is Forky who has such a low self image that he sought out garbage cans as a refuge. He was re-educated by the other toys to believe that he was a real toy.

We went to see the 2 PM performance of Toy Story. There were about a dozen people in the theatre but I imagine that the numbers increase in the evenings. This exquisitely delivered animation has been a success. Toy Story 3 appears to have done better but don’t forget it came out nine years ago so it looks like the latest version will beat them all

1 Toy Story 3 BV $415,004,880 4,028 $110,307,189 4,028 6/18/10
2 Toy Story 2 BV $245,852,179 3,257 $300,163 1 11/19/99
3 Toy Story BV $191,796,233 2,574 $29,140,617 2,457 11/22/95
4 Toy Story 4 BV $120,908,065 4,575 $120,908,065 4,575 6/21/1

I found the action at continual high-speed, a little bit difficult to cope with but I got the gist of the story, such as it was. I found it amusing, very entertaining for the eye  (eye candy I think it is called), and in parts quite moving. I seldom go to the movies these days but this one caught my eye and I finally decided to go because my weekly magazine ‘The Week’ announced a five-star review. I wish the Odeon theatre technicians would keep the volume of sound down from ear splitting levels. Do they think we are all terminally deaf?

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I’m thinking sad thoughts about the friend that I mentioned in yesterday’s post. Having 25 daily chemo sessions really destroys the body so what will be left of her I really don’t know. I wonder if she will be recognisable from the last time I saw about four years ago. I think I would rather retain the image that I had. I am going to try and send her some healing which I’m fairly good at doing and see if that eases her path a little bit.




Actual summer – a bolt out of the blue

I read in the paper today that many parts of India have run out of water. Europe is going to bask in the mid-30s by the weekend. Here in Midsomer Norton we have no wind and 22°C. There is no question, life is just that little bit more bearable when the sun is shining but 45 or 47 degrees is a bit too much like an oven..

We must blame Putin for all mishaps that happen however caused. Perhaps Putin has now stopped controlling the weather and it is now going back to where it should be. In fact we are now approaching the grand maunder minimum to be at its nadir about 2030. The ridiculous Extension Rebellion people are telling us with no justification at all that we have 12 years left. I wonder which PR agency made that up.

Yesterday I had two clients for psychic readings. I do not normally see people on a Sunday but one of them, a Californian, was on a special visit to this country and I felt it was important to see him. It is amazing how the right information comes when the person is in need and open and honest. You do need those three things. No matter how horrendous the information that is given by the client in terms of reporting their life condition, something within me enables me to take it with equanimity and objectivity.

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At about 3:30 PM this afternoon I received an e-mail from a very good friend of mine that I’ve known for the best part of 20 years. I wondered why I had  not heard from her and now I know. I have anonymized it.

In December last year I had a dream that was so profound that I remembered it verbatim the next morning. I dreamt that I was having a mammogram followed by an ultrasound which is normal for my age – next part of the dream were lots and lots of my friends, not exactly sad but not happy either and then the third part was me standing in front of my chest of drawers with Meisie saying to her “ please come and help with this headscarf, us white people are stupid with such things”.

Remembering it the next morning and especially the part about the headscarf ( no hair???) sent shock waves through me and I immediately went to my filing cabinet and found that my last mammo and ultrasound was in 2010! I immediately made an appointment and two weeks before Xmas I was diagnosed with breast cancer. An emergency biopsy was done and being that time of the year, I did get to see a cancer surgeon as well as a plastic surgeon but treatment could only commence in the new year. I had major surgery mid- January, a mastectomy and immediate re-construction using my own tissue, fat and blood vessels harvested from my tummy which involved a cut from hip to hip and was a 9.5hour long op. During surgery they discovered that the cancer was worse than what the biopsy had shown a month earlier and was in fact aggressive so much so that where the tumour was reported to be “contained” on the biopsy results, it spread throughout the breast and into the lymph nodes under the arm; resultant diagnosis being stage 3 aggressive cancer.

Two weeks after the initial op I contracted septicemia in the tummy wound and landed up in hospital for another week and further surgery. I started the horrific “red devil” chemo in the middle of March every 3 weeks and am now on another cycle of chemo every week of which I still have 5 weeks to go. Thereafter it is 25 sessions of radiation every weekday for 5 weeks.

I have been to hell and back with illness and look worse than an alien. Have had no hair for almost 3 months and now no eyebrows or eyelashes and I have lost 13 Kgs! None of my clothes fit me.

I however have to be extremely  grateful for the dream as the last thing on my mind with the horrific business year I had last year would have been to go for a mammogram! And the fact that the cancer has turned out to be so aggressive I would have been in big trouble by the end of this year as the tumor was close to the breastbone and would have by now be in either the bone or liver or both , and I would have been none the wiser until it was too late.

Needless to say this came as a big shock to both of us; we had to give up the McGregor cottage and I had to close my business as my oncologist said my treatment was going to be too debilitating to continue doing the work that I do. I was fortunate to have some dread disease cover but that will only keep us going for so long. Before I got ill the plan was to sell the house sometime this year and move to the country, which whist I am having treatment plus further surgery early next year I cannot do. And the property market is absolutely diabolical at the moment – I would not get the price I would have 2 years ago, nor can I afford to let it go at a reduced value as I need every cent to invest to keep me going until I pop my clogs one day.

The chemo with its horrific side effects and other complications has left me extremely weak, so I have not paid attention to the garden or any other such activities. I am trying to live my life as normally as possible including socializing with friends when I am well enough, but chemo and wine are not friends. I have never, ever known nausea as bad I have had, but luckily have found a dry white wine which has been de-alcoholised and tastes as good as normal wine. Even this wine I cannot tolerate at times. But, I have to keep positive and keep fighting the fight but it has been an extremely hard journey thus far.

In closing, I was told by the doctors in December that this cancer had been brewing for just over three years – which takes us back to 2015, the year XXX (husband left for another woman)  left!!! Not blaming anyone but it makes one think!!

It was a bolt from the blue because this was a healthy positive friend  who I would think was not the type to get cancer but the trouble is that when her husband left her for someone else the shock must have reverberated deeply through her. To this day, I don’t know if the husband is aware of the effect of what he did.

We did a gardening job today and the woman said that we had ‘given her a new lease of life’. She was struggling so much because the garden was in a mess and her husband was unable to perform garden duties because of a bad hip which is now getting better thanks to a french Osteopath in Frome.

I will have a quiet evening this evening




St Johns Church – an unexpected meeting in a garden

The vicar at our local church has been there for 25 years. It is one in the middle of our village, St John’s, and I confess I have never been to a service there. Today Saturday they had a flower festival  with lovely themes; they were also offering a trip up the bell tower from which we could see all over our town containing about 22,000 people. See picture below.

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To see some gardens owned by members of the the Wells and District Gardening Club.  The first stop was a lovely natural stone house on a gently sloping country area overlooking the field, secluded and invisible from the road.

You cannot appreciate the detail below unless you magnify it (control and +) but there were at least four or five large bumblebees buzzing around not to mention a number of butterflies. They absolutely love this garden. The Laurel hedge is high and dense and so prevents winds from the East penetrating. There is a micro-climate which brings plants on 3 to 4 weeks ahead of the average garden.

I find a log shed is symbolic of the country way of life, self-sufficiency etc. The lady on the gate was from South Africa and we reminisced about the changing conditions over the time; she left the country for 25 years but returned to be with her family and then returned again. Every time I talk about South Africa I get sentimental. Although the economics and politics are a mess, there is still something about it that I shall always treasure.

We went to a second house with the most amazing climbing roses and my goodness it justified its name. I reckon they were about 25 feet high  and growing on the neighbouring trees.I sat down to rest and started chatting with a lady whose name was Patricia. She was from Bournemouth, a chiropractor, and was practising in the local area. I found myself being drawn to giving her a psychic reading not only about herself but about her practice and some of the clients that were giving her some trouble. She talked about a lady who went round to many types of practitioner but never seemed to benefit. I intuited that she was replaying her childhood traumas but not facing the consequences and as a result no healer, no matter how well-intentioned, could ever get through to her.

During the talk, I did attract a small crowd, well – three people, and we all seem to be on the same wavelength. We talked about life after death, her relationship with her mother who died three years ago The other lady in the small group said that she had lost her husband and really faced the fact although she missed him.

Long live synchronicity.

 




Summer Solstice – a crowded Glastonbury – vaccines

Just for a change, I wake to a clear blue sky.  It is still cold though. I was listening to a rare attempt on BBC today radio program to present both sides of the vaccine argument. Of course they ended off on a skeptical note, ‘science versus belief’ not mentioning that most of the quoted studies are industry funded. The name Andrew Wakefield came up. He was vilified for daring to associate the NMR vaccine with autism so I decided to look him up again on YouTube and was very struck by his factual and transparent discussion at a recent talk of the whole matter. It is always the same with any hidden agenda matter be it 911, global warming AKA climate change, cures for cancer. It is the official party line plus the mainstream media versus the lone (tin foil nut) campaigner.  If you have time or the inclination have a look at this talk and form your own opinion.

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So off we go to Glastonbury, Chalice Well no less. I’ve lost track of the number of times I’ve been but every time we go it is a positive and enjoyable spiritual experience.  We approached at 11 o’clock an hour before the meditation but already there was a stream of people going in and I realised that this was meant to be a packed house. This is normally a peaceful garden and on this occasion I found the crowds a little bit too much. Everyone is dressed for the occasion particularly the ladies who bedecked themselves with flowers, wonderful voluminous costumes and religious artifacts.

an overcrowded event

I met a couple sitting on the slope at the top of the gardens. They seemed friendly enough so I opened a conversation. They had lived on the Somerset levels for 76 years but this was the first time they have ever visited Chalice Well. The man said that his father rented the tor area for grazing his cattle for a period of one year and says it was so strenuous going up and down the hill, rounding them up etc. that one year was enough.

I had another conversation with a lady was doing a massage on her friend. I commented that it is very important for us to look after ourselves and I said that men tended to be a bit disconnected from their emotions. She agreed and said that women were definitely better at supporting each other.

With some friends we went into town  and did our usual route of the organic food shop, sitting on a bench eating sausage rolls and then going to a cafe for the most delicious cakes and coffee.

a hidden away cafe with a good reputation and long queues

We then went to my beloved Goddess centre and in the Red Room listened to the most amazing Indian music which gave me a wonderful boost for my heart. Halfway through the session, a woman came in in some disorientation and decided to lie across two or three of the seats in the central area and sleep. She then woke up, made some notes in a little book, and proceeded to text someone.

I felt that this place was entirely inappropriate for using a mobile phone especially when I consider what I know about the radiations from them. I made a loving and concerned complaint to the management. Whether they did anything I don’t know but I make my point. Next time it happens, I will complain to the management and then speak to the person directly. I have the highest regard for the Goddess centre. I have referred to it before  in these diaries so you can Google it if you want.

a little bit of self indulgence here in what I felt was a sacred room

No doubt about it, Glastonbury is a strange and weird place but it does attract a lot of nice people with whom I can communicate. You need to be a Red Pill person (Ref: The Matrix) or someone seriously into paganism, spirituality and the worship of mother nature. On the way out we passed a lovely bed and breakfast establishment with excellent  flora outside.

Glastonbury Festival opens in a few days and already lorries are going to and fro and all the distinctive yellow signs of the AA are up. Glastonbury becomes a temporary home to over 200,000 people who have to live eat and breathe and perform the normal functions so this is a major operation. We shall see what happens with 5G, whether the protests are a damp squib or whether something happens. If you remember, Glastonbury is going to be used as a guinea pig for 5G. See my companion site.

Whilst I was in Challice Well I did speak to one of the trustees who very bluntly said that this was not interesting to him;  he finds that 5G Sparks discord and did not want to talk about it. I talked to another trustee called Robert Ward and he told me that they had been asked to sign a petition against 5G in Glastonbury. He had unfortunately lost the papers when they came to pickup the signed documents and felt rather bad about it. He explained that they could not really sign as individuals because they were working for charity and someone would have to sign on behalf of the charity in order to be constitutional.

On the way home we stopped in at Aldi and I bought a 4.5 tog duvet for £9.95 for use in the summer. I also bought some shorts for leisure use only. I have a very bad habit of using them for gardening and of course wreck them in the process to the displeasure of my wife.

A lovely evening with the birds singing, the sun shining. I am one week into my alcohol-free regime as recommended by my doctor and I frankly do not miss it at all. Every time I think of having a glass of wine I go to our new water filter and had the most delicious clean water which has no side effects.

Today I quoted for a garden job at £500. The lady said to me that £500 was the sum that she had envisaged so we were rather pleased with each other.

Today I’m starting to prepare for a talk I’m going to give Tuesday week on the topic of 5G. I may publish it in full in this bulletin. I find that once I start, all sorts of ideas and images come into my mind and before I know it, the whole talk has presented itself to me and I just type it out. In other words, it is not a laborious process.

I am reaching the milestone in my diaries. Dostoevsky’s War and peace has 587,287 words. So far, this diary has 542,281 words. In two or three months time I will have equalled the record of this historical monumental volume which pleases me much.  Samuel Pepys was reputed to have written 1 1/4 million words but that took him 10 years.   This is an absolutely formidable achievement especially as you remember that he did not have the benefits of ‘speech to text’ dictation as I have and wrote for the most part in candlelight. Pepys wrote an average of 350 words per day.




A day of doing nothing / everything

To the butchers to buy my regular carnivore fix. Outside I saw an attractive sticker on the window

Well done whoever designed this poster you can actually read the text from a distance and it looks so friendly. I like it that people are asked to bring something of significance

To Kilmersdon to see my repair and sales agent for my garden equipment. I had trouble with my strimmer in that the sort of cord I was using was totally inadequate and wore out after about 5 minute’s use. Mike, the obliging owner of the business, got out some beefy lengths of cord and loaded it up. He demonstrated that the way to get the most life was to only use full power when you have to.

Whatever you say, it takes some time to get used to a new tool – mine is about three months old – and I always thought that if you ran it at half power it would stall but no that is not the case.

I have decided to return a new therapeutic machine which I bought from another company and have bought Diadens PCM 6 Therapy Device. There is no question that energy medicine is the medicine of the future and this was designed in Russia. Russia is streets ahead of us in such medicine and it will be an honour to use this therapy device which has “rates” for different diseases. Everything is frequency. Love is frequency. Hate is also a frequency albeit more noisy. Music also has a frequency.

Unfortunately everything is off tune these days because the unnatural tuning frequency of 440 Hz was adopted during the Nazi regime in order to control prisoners and lowered their consciousness.  It was dubbed “the militarisation of music”.   Then in 1940, the US introduced 440 Hz as the standard frequency when 432 Hz is the realm of order and geometry. Look up ‘Solfeggio’ for more information. Love itself is supposed to be 528 Hz.

To the post office to deposit some money and then popped in to my newfound very local cafe that does wonderful cakes. How am I supposed to resist this? They are all home-made and don’t give me any bad after effects arising from chemicals.We went to see a lady, a potential garden customer,  who was born in Namibia and moved to South Africa. She is 90 years of age and finds it very difficult to walk. She has a mobility scooter and has a strange fixation that there are youths and ne’er-do-wells trying to destroy her garden. The garden itself is actually nothing to speak of, it is rather a wilderness, but she has this fear in her. She’s a difficult client because she said for example “there is no point in spending thousands of pounds on a garden when I’m going to be dead next year”. I sense we are getting a whole load of personal issues being tangled up here.

She was obviously short of money because she said every pound spent on the garden she cannot spend on herself. She lives in a council property so it properly means she is living of the state. It is very difficult to know what to do because a job has a certain value attached depending on the amount of work and at this time of the year we have a lot of pressure on us. I’m not sure how to actually say to people that I can’t help them. The point is there are plenty of gardeners around and if I say that I’m not the right person for them, or that I’m too busy for two months, they probably take the hint.

We had some warmth about midday but this has largely dissipated so it’s back to wearing a jersey and sitting inside. Be grateful for small mercies, I say, even an hour’s sunshine gives some relief,




Decent weather at last, we are living in a police state, spoken English

It was actually not raining this morning so off I went to finish one garden, and then do another one which consists entirely of weeding and keeping an area free of anything at all. There are certain types of weed which are a real test and one of them is Mares Tail. Its roots go down to Australia and once introduced its very difficult to get rid of.   We must have cleared the area ten times but each time more weeds appear. This time it was chickweed. I have no idea why the very elderly woman wants it cleared but she pays as she does then I will do weeding.

I read yesterday in the paper that in America, the police threatened a couple with a gun because their four-year-old child had taken a toy, worth one dollar, from a store. Why such an over-reaction? Cosmetically, the officer concerned was put on a desk job but we know that many more of these events will happen as they do every day in the USA. Because the police have been told to come down in every way they can. The idea is to keep everybody in fear so that they lose the sense of power.

The other item in the paper was a chap who wanted to come back from Istanbul to London by Turkish Airways. He had evidently told them that he had an allergy to nuts and repeated his story when he got on the plane. He was not allowed to fly because they said they had had insufficient notice. He offered not to eat or drink anything but this was not enough and he was exported off playing by police and told he could fly with another Turkish airline that he would have to pay £560 for the privilege.

It is important that tensions be kept to a high level. ‘A terrorist could be lurking behind every door’. It is important for the United States in particular that frightening events happen at regular intervals. By the last count, USA initiated 46 wars since World War II – all based on lies iff you care to do the research. As part of this, We then read that Donald Trump is going to support America in its attack on Iran for, well, just being Iran. Remember what Gen Wesley Clark was told in 2013 by the Government. “We are going to start with Iraq, then Syria, Lebanon, Libya, Somalia, Sudan and Iran”. Watch the video again.

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Off to Ston Easton  to listen to someone talking about Victorian gardens. His father worked as a junior gardener, otherwise known as a “pot boy” whose job consisted of washing out earthenware pots. He started work at the age of 12 and allowed to leave school which was the rule at that time, somewhat before the start of the First World War. He got paid six shillings a week of which he paid two and sixpence to the head gardener for his apprenticeship. He walked 2 1/2 miles to and from work and started at 6.30 in the morning with a half day on Saturday which means he stopped at 2.30 in the afternoon.

It was lovely to be in this time warp, to listen to someone who lived ate and breathed the Victorian way of life and all that went with it. Also, it was a joy to experience something very rare these days, the English language enunciated as it should be. No beginning each sentence with… So. No ‘sort of’ or ‘like’. I fear in the coming generations we will lose the ability to communicate verbally and I read that already children are more comfortable communicating via text message than in person. George Orwell’s 1984, here we come.

This was the scene as we came out of the talk at about nine o’clock this evening. Blue sky, lovely setting sun albeit a bit cold.




An encounter with the living dead – singing in RUH hospital

See below – my monthly visit to the hospital. But first……

A day when it is actually not raining and I spied the sun in the sky. Off to do some gardening work for the lady who always watches us. We bought  the lawn mower to tidy the grass – I can hardly call it a lawn, and accomplished the slightly tricky problem of balancing myself on a slippery slope to do strimming. A strimmer does save a mountain of time compared with trying to use a mower on a slope or cutting it with shears.  After an hour the rain started to fall so we decided to call it a day and go along to my local church coffee morning

I must say the coffee morning is better attended than many a church service I’ve been to and I always find people who have something to say. The mother of a teacher was saying how he finds that year on year the pupils are getting more violent, really beating each other up, black eyes, bruises etc. I replied that it was no small wonder when they see so much violence on TV and play these dreadful games on their device. I wonder what sort of parents these children will make if they get round to it at all.

The Oresund Bridge

I met another lady who had just come back from Sweden and Denmark. She and her husband had dutifully gone to a local money exchange agent to get a supply of Swedish krona. To her surprise she discovered that in Sweden most shops do not take money at all. They are well on the way towards a cashless society, far more than we are and even more advanced than Finland. So, she more or less brought back all the money she had taken for re-encashment.  There is now a bridge between Sweden and Denmark which replaces the ferry which ran for many years. Evidently the rail had been closed because there was talk of someone with a bomb in Malmo. It turned out this was just a mentally disturbed person who had no bomb.

Reminds me of ‘Mud Man’.

She also told me that while in a hotel in Malmo at about three o’clock in the morning there was a loud bang. This was evidently someone who was refused entry into a nightclub. The police cordoned off the street the situation was contained. It does seem that there is a lot of friction arising from the behaviour of the immigrants. This is part of a deliberate plan to bring a unity of culture to the whole of Europe, removing cultural differences. I believe that in cases of rape the newspapers are not allowed to announce the ethnic origin of the perpetrator. But, said the lady, apart from that….. they had a lovely holiday.

Good old Brits, we always make the best of things.

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To the recycle with some spoil from the gardening job on my way to the hospital for my monthly eye check. I drove in the usual way and parked quite close to a 4×4 which was parked slightly out of its bay.   I opened my door very gently and just touched the car– so quietly that you would not even hear it. The wife who was sitting in the front seat acted as if she had been given an electric shock. When I returned, the husband was staring at me and then staring at the car in some sort of hypnotic trance. I felt like engaging with him asking if there was anything the matter but I thought it was just not worth it. You cannot get rationality from these very sad people. I got an impression of complete joylessness from their relationship, if you can call it a relationship. As they did not say anything to me I just drove off and left them to it. There was literally no mark on the car but I possibly disturbed the dirt layer on the door that’s all. A wipe would have removed it.

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To the hospital. It was a lady driver of the park and ride bus and she was a pretty nifty driver I must say. I had my usual lunch in the jolly restaurant which is open to everyone by the way. On leaving the restaurant I heard the pleasant sounds of singing and lingered there to make the video which you can see at the top of this diary entry.

I arrived in the waiting room to find the whole place crowded with clients, mostly people over 60 I must say but then wet macular is a disease of the older people. There is also a children’s clinic so at any time lively children are seen to be running around. I wish people would not let their mobile phones ring for three or four times. They are inevitably set at high volume. They stare at the phone for a bit, taking a long time to decide who it’s from, then saying something like ‘hello mate’ so they did know who it was after all.

I recently bought a pair of new glasses. I was very disappointed that my sight had not improved, rather deteriorated somewhat however I had not had an Eylea injection since 7 April 2019 so it was not too bad. I am hoping that a combination of food supplements and a six week abstinence from alcohol which I’m doing at the recommendation of my doctor will improve the situation. The point is that there is an energetic link between the stomach and the eyes so if I can improve one I can improve the other.

Whilst in the bus on the way back home I saw two nannies from Norland College. Even on public transport, they are dressed immaculately including the wearing of white gloves.

I know that graduates are in great demand worldwide. I guess it is not cheap to train there but what an investment!

I’m very pleased because I have recently registered a new site for campaigning aspects of 5G. Things are really livening up locally now and I’ve been invited to attend and speak to 2 local groups. Very exciting. In case you haven’t looked at my site it is 5G exposed.com  and you can either go to the page on videos which is the best way of getting a quick view of the whole thing or, latest articles




a day with actual sunshine

Today I took advantage of the lack of rain  And I did two gardening jobs. The first one was a hedge. I gave quite a modest quote for it but did not cost the time for picking up all the laurel leaves that I cut. Cutting time was about 15 min and tidying up time was about 30 min. The trouble was that I was competing with wind which undid most of my brushing work. The second job was removing a cactus. Cactus has the ability to jam up any chainsaw  offered up to it because it  consists of very soft wood a bit like wet sawdust. You can use it for about 10 min then you have to clean out the chainsaw.

The first client I went to had a husband who was suffering from Alzheimer’s and had been banned from using garden equipment for the last year. He was taken to a day centre every week day. The second client also had a husband who was suffering from Alzheimer’s. He was in the living room, feet up on a recliner chair, watching TV for hour after hour.  I don’t think most of us can imagine what it’s like to be looking after someone seven days a week 365  days a for let us say say five years. You actually don’t have a life. Your services may be needed at any time. The second lady said that she would love to do the garden but she hasn’t got the time or the energy. You cannot just say for the next two hours my husband has to look after himself because that’s not the way things work. He may suddenly need the toilet for example. I hope I do not go this way and would rather pass away suddenly.

Bangladesh have won their cricket match in Somerset today. Luckily they had sunshine, for tomorrow we have another inundation of rain with storms forecast.

I went to see a new client this afternoon with my working colleague Oliver. She was a diminutive lady but very much all there mentally and I would say an academic. She was born in South Africa and has many memories of that country. She also lived in  Namibia.  She wanted the whole garden done front and back and gave me specific instructions about each plant for which she had the Latin name at the end of her tongue. I will take the job because I think the garden deserves it. I also have a soft spot for anyone with a South African accent. I do miss going there a lot though with my current sensitivity to electromagnetic fields, it is very unlikely that I will be able to sustain the 12 hour journey especially if the plane has Wi-Fi.

I shall no doubt wake tomorrow not with the patter of tiny feet but the incessant patter of rain on the window.




Worrying statistics for us all – Monsanto hit again and serves them right

From time to time, I’m so shocked by statistics that are presented to me in the newspapers that I want to cut out the article but where would I store them. If I did that every time, my rooms would be full of piles of paper.

At first I read that Monsanto had been hammered again with a $1 billion suit for a group of people who exposed themselves to Roundup and consequently suffered from cancer. Beyer must be regretting the day they took over Monsanto.

Anyway, now about more national things. The heading in my paper caught my eye “lack of savings leaves one in four in UK facing severe financial difficulty”.
One in four people in the UK would run out of money in less than a month if they relied solely on their savings to cover their outgoings, research suggests.
Just over a quarter of people surveyed by Yorkshire Building Society said that they would fall into debt within weeks if they suffered an income shocks such as job loss.More shockingly, one in six of those polled admitted to having no savings at all.
Two in five of those earning more than £100,000 a year said that without a job they would not be able to cope financially for longer than three months, compared with 48% of workers at the bottom end of the pay scale earning less than £15,000 a year.
While it can be hard for people to put money away, we mustn’t overlook the social pressures people come under to spend rather than save.
This shows how many people must remain in their jobs because they cannot afford to give the jobs up.

I believe that many people are virtual slaves working on national minimum wage so really giving job statistics about the percentage of people employed doesn’t really mean much.

I also read in the same newspaper in the Department for the blindingly obvious “Being at one with nature for two hours a week boosts health”. Spending at least two hours each week in nature may be a crucial threshold promoting health and well-being according to a study. Researchers found that people who spend 120 min in nature each week are significantly more likely to report good health and higher psychological well-being than those who do not visit nature during an average week. Experts say that taking a walk in the woods, listening to birdsong, looking around and engaging with nature lowers stress and blood pressure.
Last year, NHS Shetland became the first organisation to start prescribing nature walks to patients

I would have thought this is the place least likely to have to propose such a thing since Shetland is one of the most beautiful country places in the UK. When the London Borough of Lambeth in London makes a similar recommendation then I would start to get excited. If people can’t go on country walks then at least they should get an allotment.

The fact that such articles have to be written in tall is a condemnation of us all as we have mostly lost our connection to mother nature.




A new toy

The medicine of the future is undoubtedly energy medicine. The leaders in this field have been and are Russia. I have bought a Scenar device. It relies on pulses of certain frequency which gives the right message to the body to repair itself. The body is an amazing self repairing device but it needs to be given half a chance. You may want to read the website itself. I find it rather Americanised but the information is there and the claims are genuine if you get a look at the testimonials.

The owner of the organisation, Richard, is full of enthusiasm for his products and really cares about spreading the message of natural medicine. Most people who present even a moderate challenge to the pharmaceutical industry are sabotaged in some way. People who promote alternative treatments have to be very careful not to make any claims. This firm had their bank account frozen for no reason and only after 32 text messages and phone calls was the facility restored. Those behind-the-scenes care nothing for human health because it doesn’t make any profit and does not feed the insatiable greed of the corporates.

It behoves us to prepare ourselves for a time when the continuity of electricity and other resources including food itself is not available. It would just take one electromagnetic pulse to wipe out all communications on the planet including satellites and the Internet. We would then be thrown back on our resources. There are many plants growing wild that can be used for food.  It is up to us to reinforce our bond with nature, including thinking about getting supplies of water and of course purifying it. At the present rate of decay there is only a limited amount of time left.




To Wiltshire for some Functional Medicine analysis

For some years I have accumulated bottles of supplements for this that and the other condition, disease, lack, and they were becoming so numerous that I decided to take myself off to a specialist. For various reasons that I won’t go into now, the General Practitioner is not able to make comments due in part to the ethics of the profession and because of the way the doctors are paid in other words they are not free to recommend one substance over another.

I found I was deficient in vitamin C, magnesium, and iodine. These can explain a great number of symptoms that apparently are unrelated. I was recommended a Russian tool called an RITM scanner, designed in Russia, which was intended to give quick relief of the musculature by programming the brain in a certain way though I must say I haven’t got my head around this yet. The Russians are far ahead of us in energy medicine and this was clear when we were given a demonstration of some of the equipment.

It is further clear that we have forgotten the benefits of herbs and plants, for example bilberry for my wet macular condition, tumeric for digestion, vitamin D, good for the winter, hemp oil,  real and not processed salt, unpasteurised apple cider vinegar which was for many years very frequently prescribed. In a lazy way we have allowed ourselves to be taken over by junk food and completely ruled by pharmaceutical companies. It is not in their interests for us to be well. It is in their interests for one hundred percent of people to be hundred percent ill all their lives.

The medical situation in America, and increasingly in this country, is getting more corrupted by the month. We are seeing a vast increase in autism and attention deficit syndrome. The Dr who demonstrated a link between this and vaccines was run out of town by the said pharmaceutical industry. My friend David Noakes who found a way of curing cancer was actually imprisoned. The industry wanted to imprison him for 15 years which as he rightly pointed out was greater than the sentence given to a murderer. Such is the hold of commercial interests. I trust that one day the whole system will come crashing down but I’m not holding my breath.

The whole point about real medicine is that you should look at the cause  of something not the symptoms. Treat the cause and the symptoms will dissipate mysteriously

 




Another rainy day – a touch of Kahlil Gibran – hedge cutting

Here am I sitting at my desk writing this diary with a hot water bottle on my knee. This continuous rain is getting very tiresome and cold is creeping into me. It does depress the spirit somewhat but also prevents me from doing any gardening work and keeping the coffers topped up.  Our allotment is due to have a barbecue on Saturday. It is hardly barbecue weather but at the moment that forecast is somewhat better over the weekend with lack of rain and wind so we will have to decide what we do.

I was reflecting on my son who is going to get married in the next month or so in India. Due to my problem with electro-sensitivity and various other situations I am not able to attend the wedding. At the last count, there were 325 people coming. They do things big in India but I think the majority of guests regard this as a free meal. The bride certainly does not know the vast majority of them never mind the groom.

I found this quote from The Prophet very useful:

And a woman who held a babe against her bosom said, Speak to us of Children.   And he said:

Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.

You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.

You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer’s hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies, so He loves also the bow that is stable.

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Today I did some voluntary work and went to cut down some laurel hedges in our local church yard – all Saints in Paulton. The hedges had overgrown ludicrously and I think they had never been trimmed since they were planted about 30 years ago. Hard pruning is not for the fainthearted because the result looks bare to say the least but laurel grows fast. The work was easy because laurel wood is very soft and you can cut through branches 3 inches thick with a decent pair of cutters.

On the way back home I went to see a lady who needed some trimming to her hedge. She greeted us with great dignity and showed us around the property and what she wanted done. She says she would have loved it to do it herself but was unable to because her husband had a stroke seven years ago and she has to look after him all the time. I said to her, supportively that it was not just a question of time but of energy and being free from the distraction of for example having to go back to tend to your husband when you are halfway through a job.

It is always difficult to know what to charge. I think I may have discussed this before but my inclination is to say that the normal commercial charge would be so much, are you comfortable with that? If the client is not then we can talk. She was a pleasant enough lady and I hope we can do business.