An evening of storytelling – a day of frustration

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The telling of stories should be a unique and special part of our culture . Many of us remember being told stories on our parents knee or in bed. I think this is part of the bonding process between children and parents. We attended last night the Mendip storytelling Circle which was in the local village hall in Farringdon. There were about 50  of us there and we were greeted by the sight of a very generous bread and cheese supper which I foolishly overindulged in and spent the next three hours disgorging the lovely local cheese. My problem is that I’m well for a few days, and I’m referring to my stomach situation, and then I think I’m free to carry on in my old ways. This is a big mistake.

We had six stories, one was about a young man who was waiting in a forest for his young lady. Along came an old man with a waistcoat that turned out to be a magical garment. If the wearer took hold of one of the golden buttons and turned it clockwise he could go forward into time. First of all, the young man refused it saying it wasn’t suitable for him but the old man said, ‘take it anyway’. The young man fast forwarded his life to meeting the girl, marrying her, having a child, having a new house, and then he ‘fast forwarded’ again to when he was dead. He realised, too late, that he had been so impatient to get onto the next stage of his life that he had missed out on the quality of enjoying ‘the now’.

In frustration, he turned the magic button the other way to when he was in the forest waiting his young lady. The old man came along again and the young man was glad to return the waistcoat to him. The old man chuckled saying “maybe it wasn’t the right thing for you after all”

There was another story about a young man who yearned for praise from his father and who only got it 30 years after he had first tried to prove himself by doing daring deeds.”it was worth the wait” said the son.

What I enjoy most of all is the fact that people can use their imagination. The atmosphere in the hall was quiet, almost hushed, and I could see people drinking in the ideas and using their imaginations.

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Earlier on in the day we had gone to a course on evangelism. It was called New Expressions. Unfortunately it became obvious that the person who was running the first part of the course had yielded to pressure to do the job because he was not really identifying with the course material though the words were not incorrect. The problem is that we were under strength. There were only about 10 of us when the minimum for a lively group, or series of meetings, should be about 20. it was a lack lustre and forced event during which we had to discuss simplistic questions taking maybe two or three minutes before we had to stop and go on to the next point. I missed the joy, the spontaneity, the laughter. People were almost afraid to express themselves. Belief in God can either be the best or the worst thing that happens to you.

What really annoyed me is that we had to fill  in sheet saying how much we enjoyed the session, was it valuable, do we have any suggestions etc. I refused point-blank to fill in the forms because we were being asked for an instant reaction when very often the truth comes was when we are doing something else or occupied elsewhere. In other words you cannot control inspiration. We already have enough forms to fill in a moment without adding to them. I don’t mind filling in a form at the end of the day but not after each session of which there were three. How is that form filling supposed to improve the quality of anything.

Today I read quite a long letter to the other participants expressing my concerns. Whether anyone bothers to read it I don’t know but I have done my duty of care. Sometimes you fire ideas off into what appears to be thin air but good comes of it somewhere along the line. In fact, it’s none of our business. Our business is to be ourselves.

Illness – what to do?

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For some weeks now I have been feeling faint, lethargic, unable to find the strength to do something which is at arms length. If I was a Duracell battery I would be empty. I’m quite glad that this has coincided with a period of the year where no particular demands are being made upon me except for the odd hospital appointment here and there.

A few days ago I decided to give in. I did not even dress but stayed in my pyjamas and dressing gown for the whole day, wandering around, reading the papers, watching TV from time to time. I got up at about 11 o’clock, went to bed about 7:30 PM, and stayed in the bedroom staring at the wall listening to the radio. I did not feel bad while I was doing this. There was nothing much that could have been done apart from time to minimise my horrible cough which was only partially successful but then I decided just to let nature take its course. I did not have to switch the phone off because there were not many calls anyway and we have to leave it on because of the odd emergency.

Yesterday, Thursday, we went to see some very old friends. One of my friends is up to date with the latest technology for measuring the human energy field. She measured me and found that I was far too active on the mental side and leaving myself with insufficient energy for self-healing. I was about six times as stressed as I ideally should have been. In a way it was a relief to hear this. She has prescribed me a course of pills, for no less a sum than £245 for two months, but she claims very significant improvements among her large client base.

I felt much better today and did some work on the allotment. it was a lovely day, sun shining and around 10°C. I think that the disease had largely run its course, the energy has come back to me, it was good to know how I was stressing myself which in a way is a self healer.

This evening, back to sorting out my books, watching TV and probably an early bed.

An interesting telephone call – was it a time waster?

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Some weeks ago I wrote about smart meters in the local paper.  I just now received a call from someone of the “you don’t know me and sorry to trouble you” variety. She told me that she does not have a smart meter and is very electro sensitive but then tells me that the electricity company EDF is pursuing her for a bill that she does not think she owes. She was away in hospital for about a month and decided to deduct a percentage of her bill, about a third, and is refusing to pay the rest because she says she was not there. The sum in dispute is about £33. The company has threatened to take her to court unless she pays. I realised that if I started to talk about such things as fixed charges etc that would be a waste of time. I told her that the only occasion where it would be worth contesting the bill is if the overcharge was say £500 but the sum of £33  was far too trivial to argue about.

At this point I realised I was dealing with a very disturbed person. You don’t deduct a percentage of your own bill because you think you are entitled to do it. She complained that the company was making continual contact and asking if they could come round and put in a Smart Meter. I told her, just say no.    With regard to the bill I told her just pay it because she would lose the court case and further debt will accrue.

There are enough people with real grudges in the world who don’t get attention never mind people with imaginary grudges who want to save a few pounds by taking on a system. People, just make sure you don’t get into that type of situation in the first place. I told her she could change her supplier and said that she was speaking like someone who was in prison. I told the people change their suppliers in their hundreds every day of the week.

She said in a very tight voice ‘well thank you for your advice’. A pound to a penny it’s very unlikely that she will take notice of anything I said. Some people are just living on a different planet. God help them when things get really hard.

Water, water and not a drop to drink

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Day after day, day after day,
We stuck, nor breath nor motion;
As idle as a painted ship
Upon a painted ocean.

Water, water, every where,
And all the boards did shrink;
Water, water, every where,
Nor any drop to drink.

The very deep did rot – Oh Christ!
That ever this should be.
Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs,
Upon the slimy sea.

From the Rime of the Ancient Mariner
Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1797-8)

For me, there is no excuse.  I have had a bad couple of days. Water is the most essential thing is that the body needs in order to keep itself functioning. To my great dereliction for the last few months I have been drinking below what I should have been drinking and one fine day, actually last Friday, I was assailed with all sorts of pains and aches all over my body, a great pain in my lower back, the headache, some palpitations; this was my body saying in no uncertain terms that I need to pay attention to my water intake.

Last night I could not sleep the whole time. For some reason, pain is worse at night and I had to sit and watch TV in the living room at three o’clock in the morning because I could no longer lie in bed due to restlessness. Must be terrible to be a burns patient because there’s nothing you can do to minimise the pain even morphine has its limitations. I had been drinking like a fish for the last two days. It will take some time for homoeostasis to establish itself but I will make it. At least I had access to water. It must be dreadful to be without water and having to drink your own urine and then there is nothing left to drink. I believe you get delirious after a time.

I reckon it will take at least two weeks for the body to readjust itself to having adequate water and meanwhile I’m cutting down on tea, coffee and certainly alcohol.  it sounds drastic but if you just do it it’s not too bad.

To add to a dramatic day yesterday, in the morning Francoise was informed that her friend of 40 years standing had died in hospital. Even when you know it’s going to happen, it is to shock and nature needs to take its course and allow the emotion out.  This will necessitate a trip to London where our party is being arranged, a celebration of the life of the friend, which will happen when the Camden Council decide when the burial is going to be.

 

An unexpected interruption at Holy Communion this morning

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Our local church has great ideas. Although we do not have a vicar in charge at the moment, services continue and we had our monthly communion at 11 o’clock this morning, Thursday, followed by a lunch provided by one of the ladies. The presiding vicar, Rev Trevor Stubbs, turned out to be quite a character. He had had living is in Africa, Sudan I think it was, Australia for three years various parts of UK, including Dorset and is now living in Chew Magna with his lovely wife.

He loves to be of service whenever he can and has taken over a youth facility at a local club. He also writes box under the group title White Gates Adventures and the strap line fantasy fiction with a spiritual heart. the last thing I expected was to be discussing around the table the niceties of self publishing. It is now possible to print economically one copy of a single book to the trend now is to publish on demand. I visited his website which I recommend you do as well. www.trevorstubbs.co.uk   He had a lovely sparkle in his eyes which shows that coming onto 80, I would estimate, is still full of the joys of spring. His sermon was very simple and said in effect that none of us are worthy to go to heaven but the key thing is to let the love of God clean us up from within and at least make the effort

During the services we sit up in the chancel. There were about a dozen of us and there was a very happy atmosphere. There was a noise during most of the Service when a pigeon or was it a rat was trying to escape from somewhere near the skirting boards.  At the end of the service it had quietened down so maybe it came for a bit of spiritual respite as well, why not.

I left the service in the splendid state of mind. Although cold, it was a bright blue sky and I gave thanks once more for being in the countryside.

I’m still not recovered from my cold and I think I have some flu so straightaway I went to bed. I find myself having unaccountable and uncontrollable shivers so I think this is the system trying to adapt itself. Our living room is toasty warm so once I have been sitting there for a bit I’m okay. Continue reading “An unexpected interruption at Holy Communion this morning”

Never quite a routine visit to RUH hospital, Bath

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My eyes felt fine and I can see well but my last injection was in September and in the meantime water was collecting where it should not be. I had to wait a couple of hours, but as I reminded another patient, if she wanted it done privately with no waiting the cost of private treatment would be about £1500. She quietened down at this point.   They sterilize your eye then put a transparent plastic on your eye and inject as you see here. It is far worse in the imagination than in reality. They numb the eye first.

As my readers know I love the imagery and posters in the GUH corridors which always stimulate me.  Here is no particular order are some samples:

Not Michael Eavis (Glastonbury). Where does he get his energy from?

Multi dimensional thinking. Left and right brain marriage.

The mighty IKEA

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Off to Bristol on our occasional / once a year trip to sample IKEA city where everything is on a vast scale. They must make a ton of money each day if you look at the 100 deep queues (lines in USA) of the customers. At 10am sharp today Sunday the people streamed in for cheap breakfasts (£2.65 for full breakfast but extra for toast, and £1 for coffee).

Thank goodness we arrived early – at 9.50 am to be precise – to be greeted with a deserted underground car park. When we emerged at 12.50 people were driving around trying to find spaces.

The interior was heaving with people most of whom had not just come for the entertainment but armed with tape measures, lists and having earnest discussions with their partners on what to buy. One lady was showing her stay at home husband what she intended to buy using Skype. IKEA arrange things so that you have to walk through the whole store to get to the check out. There are arrows on the floor but it is very easy to get disorientated. Much of what they sell is very well priced and SO cleverly designed. You have to steel yourself not to make ‘on the spur of the moment’ purchases.

I bought a Billy bookshelf to accommodate my ever growing family of books. Of the thousand I own I shall probably only get rid of 20 or so. Some will sit upstairs in the loft. I hate parting with books.  I have an extra 6m of book space  so taking into account the throwing away of papers etc. I have an extra ten meters of space. This is the first time in 6 years I have had a clear out and boy did it need it.

I can only do such much each day because the whole process is tiring. Apart from the physical side a lot of mental activity is required to decide 1. do I want the book 2. where do I put it 3. Do I file by author title or by book title.

That will be this week’s delight.

piles and piles of books

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I knew the day had come. My obsessive desire for buying books, it is so obsessive as I realise I bought the same of the book 3 times. They were in rough order at first but now it is so difficult to find them, searching through about 1000 brightly coloured book covers. I almost need a team of trained librarians to come and help me.

The two big piles in the middle illustrated above are what I call my 9/11 pile. These are the books that describe how the world is not as we are told by the mainstream media. They include all David Icke’s books and if you pile them up they would be about 7 foot high. To the right of that is a pile about travel, or only a part of them. The pile on the right is books about reincarnation or some of them. To the left we have a pile of directories, again in 2 piles, and then to the left of that we have various editions of the Bible, and interpretations of the Bible. In piles you cannot see, books on mysticism, healing, psychic matters, and a very specialised section on Hitler and Stalin.

There are further substantial piles of books on art, a special section on Carlos Castaneda, and about 70 biographies.  I have about 20 m of shelving at the moment which is not nearly enough so off to IKEA on Sunday to buy yet another cheapo pine shelf I think about £55. In addition to that, I must throw some books away, books from whom I have derived all that it is possible to derive and it is very unlikely that I will read them again.

This will bring me down to about 800 books and this time they will be in clearly marked sections. I have already started reading them because the air is clearing. I’m reading about the autistic savant Daniel Tennent who can master a language in a couple of weeks and is happily living with his boyfriend Neil at the moment according to his latest book. Although I have some duties to perform with this diary, the 5G record, and AV people I have decided to go into hibernation or semi-hibernation this winter and do lots of reading. Mercifully and thanks to the good Lord, my eyes are not letting me down.

I went to a clinic in Bath and saw an Indian chap who gave me a very thorough osteopathic treatment and encouraged me to correct my stance. At the end of an excellent treatment he asked me about my psychic talents and said that he was interested in chakras. He told me that he had just attended a funeral of someone who has died aged 21 and that both he and the parents of the victim were both devastated. In spite of praying to God, my osteopath was still sad. He asked if there is anything I might be able to do. I said I would be delighted to but would he very much mind writing to me by e-mail since I was still in a post-treatment state and not able to concentrate as clearly as I would like.

a very impressive swan halfway down the high Street. We noticed that since our last visit, two more shops had been closed

I returned home and we decided to go to Wells. In retrospect perhaps I should not have gone and should have rested instead but I took a very gentle pace and only after an hour or so did I feel myself becoming shaky and visit was curtailed.  We had a very good lunch at our health food restaurant. This was preceded by a very generous beef pastie at a bargain price of £1.50. You could say I was being a bit greedy that my stomach now seems to be bullet-proof and I seem to be able to give it a small amount of overuse without it complaining.  Such a change from a week or so ago when I could scarcely keep anything down.

Today was a lovely sunny day and although cold, was windless so the temperature of 3 to 4° did not bother us at all.

An evening in front of the fire watching the discussions on Brexit in Parliament and reading my book.

finally some commonsense from Australia about Brexit

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Sky News reporter NAILS IT on Brexit

I think the British public is desiring neigh gasping for someone to say something not involving grovelling to Europe. Listen to this lady spell it out.

This morning I went for morning coffee at my local church. During the event, a man walked in who I did not recognise and joined in our group. We were chatting about travel. He interposed when I commented about travel to South Africa. This was his first time with us; he had seen the notice outside. First off, he gave information that as he had a heart condition it was desirable for him to be healthy; he maintained his walking of 10,000 steps a day from Hallatrow to Tesco’s in Midsomer Norton and back.

It turned out that he and I were great travellers. He is due to go to South Africa for three weeks for which he had budgeted £4000 for him and his partner including some safaris. He got a return via virgin to Johannesburg for £695 and relies on AirB&B for his accommodation. He had everything planned out very much like I do. we had a great chat and I hope to see him on his return.

I’m still celebrating my recovery from my stomach acid problem. I can’t believe it but I can eat anything within reason, though it must not be excessive amounts through, and it just goes down without complaint. I’m going to have an endoscopy in a few weeks time but I wonder if I even need it. I suppose I should go because they encourage you to go every couple of years at my age anyway.

I see there was another drone or drone like object which temporarily stopped aircraft departures and arrivals at Heathrow. Maybe it was a UFO , who knows?

 

Scientologists on the rampage

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We have the pleasure of going to a Saturday lunchtime party yesterday  where the affable host was showing cartoons designed by his son.  As time went on, he was a little bit more fulsome in his discussion of his 35-year-old son’s mental problems which had culminated in a stay in a psychiatric hospital for some months.

He had evidently been mixed up with a cult and I being ever alert and attentive enquired what the cult was, having been involved in a cult myself for considerably longer than I should. I discovered it was the Scientologists that the son became involved with at the tender and impressionable age of 19.  He said how the whole thing started off gently enough but then the son became more addicted and dependent upon the Scientologists who continually asked him for money after the infamous E Meter test. He once tried to pay them off to try and get rid of them but they were simply stimulated into asking for more money. His parents lent him thousands of pounds which of course they will never see.

What is it I wonder about the human being that causes perfectly normal people to be suckered into a group that gives them nothing and takes everything. It is probably ignorance and fear and embarrassment. I believe that people who have been stalked only complain when this happened 20 times. Many people who have been financially scanned do not come forward for fear of embarrassment. The lesson I draw from this is that no matter how stupid you feel, you should go to someone and tell them. They will probably give you the best advice about how to stop being conned. This also applies to Internet fraud where otherwise intelligent people give away their bank details following an apparent call from their bank or their solicitors telling them that the bank has changed its account.

Returning to the example, the parents have incorporated in their will the fact that a big proportion of the estate which goes to the son, one of two Siblings, will go into trust with three people as executors so if the Scientologists ask him for more money (“they never give up”) he will not be able to give his money to them. He has agreed to this but then people with a weak will agree to anything.

All this sort of thing is more likely to happen in a society that is isolated. We need to learn to share the good and bad with each other. That’s what friends are for after all.

 

Clutton Horticultural Society

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We had not been for absolutely ages but decided to go because the theme was humour and romance in the garden.   One picture is worth 1000 words and that is why I enjoy slideshows which can help you improve your own garden in a small way or fundamental way if not now than later.

I’m on my double dose now of medication which means that my acids, no longer troubles me. It’s a bit like brute force but anything is better then the burning pain of acid. I’ve been recommended to take acupuncture treatment which are someone said will help me to digest what is going on in the world, which I cannot stomach. Funny how these sayings are relevant. I was able to consume the bread and cheese buffet without any consequent pain.

I met Martin from the computer department at Bath University and shared my interest in finding some help with a new database which I need in the event of going ahead with the guide to retreats in the UK. He said he would pass the word around. He also gave some very wise advice,  which strangely enough I had not thought of, to look around and see what is available already.  I quickly discovered the Retreat Association  www.retreats.org.uk which does a pretty good job listing up to 200 retreat centres in the UK

There is another one called the Christian holiday guide which lists a few places in the UK, about 13, a strangely named site called Oscar.org.uk which lists about 20 retreat centres. The last edition of the Good Retreat Guide was published in 2010 and I think that events have overtaken this guide in that the Internet has become far more sophisticated and publication of such material is much easier. Due to Martin’s few words of advice, which he probably didn’t think was very important, I saved myself a lot of time and energy contemplating a plan that is probably no longer realistic in terms of energy input.

 

 

New Years Resolutions

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Looking back on 2018 the only regrets I have are small ones,. When I was having my new site designed by a guy in Romania who really had no clue about what he was doing, he morally blackmail me halfway through the job by saying that he done a lot of work and I needed to pay the first installment.  OK it was a couple of hundred quid so no big deal but it was the fact that I let myself being pushed into something because I really needed the work to be done.

I’ve decided to be more tolerant but less tolerant. I think we need to call out people who are idiotic for examples of Brighton and Hove Council who said that we must assume that boys can menstruate as well as girls this is part of the loony left as they were called and I think the following poster sums it up very well.

 

My stomach continues to be problematic. I can hardly eat anything without acid pains and believe me the acid is strong so it can eat you up a bit in the wrong place. Let’s hope the medical examination comes soon.

In spite of all I continue to enjoy the peace and quiet. Some people are back at work, some people are not.The roads are half empty. There are long lines outside the recycle. The schools had not yet gone back. Peace reigns for the most part. ahead

The peace and quiet of New Year’s Day

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One thing I don’t like is crowds, not any more anyway. I was watching the spectacular fireworks display in London on the Thames, 11 min where the sky seemed to be one solid phosphorous bomb with sounds to match.

For once we did not partake of any alcohol. I’m having to undergo a food revolution at the moment because as I have mentioned previously my stomach doesn’t need any supply of alcohol or anything containing sugar and I’m having to learn the hard way. Sugar has no known the beneficial use so I understand from various articles. I realise that for the last decades I have programmed myself or allow myself to be programmed if privately this sweet stuff when in fact it does no good to my body at all. It does not supply anything that is missing. You could say that a sweet tooth is addictive.

Yesterday afternoon I broke my role and had a couple of glasses of white wine. A few hours later, I got the most acute discomfort in my stomach, the upper regions thereof. It’s a bit like toothache, it’s inside you so you can’t reach out and remove it. I must admit I was bad company because I was rolled up on the sofa with a hot water bottle clutched in my front.

I have been continuing work on a site I have created called AV people which encourages continuity of friendship amongst those who have attended a conference one of which happens every year. I sweated blood, and quite a lot of money, get the website right and then announced to people that I was ready to receive people onto the site in other words beta testing had taken place.  The first note was on 14 December from which I got about eight people, the second bulletin was on about 29 December and so far I’ve got no responses from 32 of the 40 people who said they were interested in joining. I probably picked the worst time of year in fact I can’t think of a time of year that is worse so maybe I’m my own worst enemy in terms of being impatient for results.

I have gloriously free diary for 2019. No doubt I will start gardening again in April when things finally start to grow though with this change in climate you never know what’s going to happen when. I read that spring blossoms have occurred in a cherry tree two weeks ago someone in the Midlands. I’m going to spend much more time this year in devotional reading. I am a Christian after all i.e. a believer in Christ and I need to keep my friendships in repair so speak. This is mostly a solitary task since most of the people of my age range are fixed in their ideas and I cannot talk about some of the more radical ideas I have never mind 911 or smart meters or 5G or alien invasion or directed energy weapons – the sort of thing that Midsomer Norton people are so used not talking about.   I have a couple of people that I can share things but then it’s like preaching to the choir. The thing I enjoyed most of all is imparting information to people who are really interested.

Looking back on 2018 I suppose there’s things I could have done differently. I am fairly easy come easy go with the exception of gardening  jobs that I will only take if I like the people. I’m very pleased with my 5G site, 5G exposed.com which is now the greatest reference site in the world but the problem is it is not very friendly and there is a limit to how friendly you can make a site with 3 1/2 thousand references. I shall probably slow down a little bit because there is a limit to the amount of times you can say the same thing twice.

I’ve also slowed down a bit on this diary in mind that you’re reading now. I make no effort to publicise it as frankly it is a record for my own use in the main. It has become part of my regular routines and I would miss it if it were not there.   I’m now about 450,000 words, 463,837 if you must know, so in the next two or three months I should reach the half million word mark. I’m not so grand as War and Peace and about half what Samuel Pepys wrote in his lifetime. War and Peace has 587, 287 words.

Post-Christmas Bath

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Off for a hospital appointment to talk about my stomach. On the way down the hill towards Bath I saw that the whole area was covered in a sea of mist. With a little imagination it could have been seen as under the sea itself.
My appointment was with a very businesslike Dr Julia Maltby who had read all my notes in great detail and very firmly and clearly told me what the alternatives were. She almost shouted, or should I says spoke very loudly and clearly so I guess the average patient is somewhat deaf. I’m going to have my oesophagus examination under general anaesthetic because I tend to fight so much plus I’m so resistant to the drugs given to calm me that it comes to a fight between myself and the nurses. I don’t want to put anyone through that so the doctor agreed to put me in a specialist clinic for sessions where an anesthetist is required.

I love coming to Bath hospital (RUH) not only because of the pleasant atmosphere but also because of the plethora of art objects which adorn the corridors. Here are a few for your attention.This diffident young lady sums it all up for me. These young women have  already been brainwashed by the perceived need for instant fame, wearing the latest make up, getting recognition by the number of ‘likes’ on your Instagram account. It’s another matter altogether when you are left to your own devices.

Off to the city centre. Not that many people around but those that were were enjoying the Christmas spirit. I popped into the city Art Gallery but could not go into the exhibition because I discovered I lost my Discovery Card. Fortunately, getting a replacement is not difficult.

There was a very nice self portrait of an artist to celebrate his 70th birthday which was on display at the Art Gallery.

Interestingly there were more Japanese tourists around than any other. A possible reason for this is that Japan is not very pleasant at this time of year, it tends to rain a lot and is snowy, so that’s probably why they come as an escape. As I write it is 3° in Tokyo.

Back home to enjoy this quiet period of the year when no one expects you to be in or do anything. We shall probably light the fire although the temperature is too warm for the time of year to justify it but does it really matter?

 

To a party – and thoughts about some women

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Strangely from the timing point of view, we have been invited to a party which starts at 3pm this afternoon. The time and space without pressure at this juncture of the holiday period gives me the opportunity to reflect on certain matters. We are seeing increasing insanity with regard to the play between sexes as I’ve mentioned before and I am going to use this peace and quiet period to record my views for all posterity on people in particular and women in general.

First off, I enjoy the company of men and women equally  but for different reasons. There are many women in my daily life that I have the pleasure of meeting from time to time. However, I find a difference between someone who is female and someone who is what I call a ‘real woman’. In Glastonbury there is the Goddess Centre where Gaia, the spirit of the Earth and the creator, is revered. When we go to Glastonbury we always go in there to have a sit because the atmosphere is so good.

On Friday, the day of the winter solstice, I was sitting there and the lady receptionist came into the meditation room (or should I say stood at the door) and said that they had to close early because there was no one in charge. What struck me was the way she spoke. She realised that she was bringing what was probably a time of meditation to a close prematurely and deferred to this in the form of a slight bowing of the head and acknowledging the unfortunate nature of the situation. I responded immediately with a smile and a joke by cooperating.

I would like to tell you what I find among the women that I see around the Goddess Centre. They don’t have a point to prove. They know that they represent a powerful creative Force. They know they represent mother nature. They know they can bring new life into the world. They know they are blessed with the enhanced perception and intuition that many women have. They know they are complementary to men who have the physical strength to do things that women cannot do so easily. They know that the God and goddess reside within the male of the species also. There is no anger, there is no reactivity, there is gentleness, there is peace, but you wouldn’t want to mess with any one of them in fact it would not be necessary.

I reflect on what I often see in the outside world. I see females prostituting themselves, taking advantage of their physical attraction to the average male, selling their soul for a few moments of fame, emphasising their breasts, plastering themselves with too much makeup trying to imitate some pop star or another. I see them devoid of manners and respect of all males perhaps they don’t have much respect for themselves. In the minds of these angry people especially the politicised ones, all males are potential rapists. I could as well say that all females are potential seductresses denying their responsibility for a result when it suits them. It is very seldom that I meet someone who is what I call a proper woman. In the presence of these angry volcanoes called females I feel uncomfortable and marginalised but in the presence of ‘proper women’ I feel empowered and full of joy especially when conversation occurs which indicates mutual respect.

My conclusion is that the majority of these people have either had bad relationships with their father or a bad experience with the boyfriend or perhaps a boss and instead of seeking professional help they gather together like a swarm of wasps attacking men on the principle that attack is the best form of defence. I think the media are doing absolutely dreadful job in reinforcing these stereotypes. If I ever came into a lot of money, I would promote unity of people principally by publishing good news about achievements both by men and women.

With regard to human beings in general, I think most of us are the walking wounded because we have suffered in some manner or another. When in public I try to be as forgiving as possible to behaviour that may have been caused by events that happened a long time ago and from which people cannot make a break. I have had to learn the hard way not to trust people because I want a trust them but trust people because they have earned my   trust and for this a period of time has to elapse.

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Post party

The party was hosted by a lovely couple. The wife is an artist; husband is a teacher and they have two lovely girls – one left home working & living with her boyfriend.  A lot of neighbours and mates came and we were in the minority because we lived some distance away. We met a couple who helped older people to become familiar with computers; he was into IT and repairs and she was into the actual teaching but he wanted to move on and spend more time being a training coach for middle distance runners.

Francoise heard about the local women’s institute, in High Litleton, and I suggested that it might be a good thing for her to try

I met a delightful lady from Bolivia called Paloma  wearing a stunningly colourful dress who came with her young daughter. We met her on the way out of the party but were most impressed with her and Francoise said that it would be nice to meet her again.

The generous amount of food and hot cider punch made me break my non-alcohol vow but since I have not drunk for a week now I gave myself the excuse of the Christmas season so to do.

Altogether a very satisfactory day. A quiet tomorrow, a quiet Christmas Day where I’m going to consume some Lamb that I bought and then off to see relatives on Wednesday. Evidently the car park at Tesco’s was full to bursting.

 

Winter Solstice – Robert Ward

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It is always important to meet kindred spirits, even if you don’t actually speak to them, the vibration or shall we say the energy is in common to enliven and empower the frequently stumbling individual.  We went to Chalice Well, Glastonbury, to celebrate the winter solstice. Although we arrived in good time, about a half an hour before the ceremony at 12, the entering crowd was substantial.  I have never seen so many people gathered together on what was an unseasonably sunny and warm day. I think it was about 14 degrees centigrade.

I had the most delicious parsnip soup, ingredients on the enclosed image; it shows the incredible difference  between ordinary commercial soups and something made with love, caring and understanding.

The traditional fire around which we sit for fellowship
Robert Ward, who complains he is frequently called Richard, lives at the chalice well and we had a very good conversation about eating habits. He some time ago, and I more recently, decided to change our diets.  As you will have read, I have decided to give up alcohol, sugar, dairy products and coffee.
Robert told me  that after the first two or three months, I will lose my desire to drink coffee and the other mentioned classes of food and drink including alcohol. I had to admit that I maybe was drinking coffee to compensate for other things in my diet that were not right. I understand that coffee is a diuretic and removes iron from the blood.    We spoke for 20 minutes on this and other matters including the way the world was going and how we should best prepare ourselves for the further disaster to come.
Gathering in the winter solstice light
We left chalice well at about 1 p.m. For our customary walk around the town. We always stop off at a health food store where we buy something and eat it. I bought some simple bread which I ate. From then I went to Burns the bread in the High Street and consumed the best sausage roll I have ever had which contained sausage all the way inside, a lot of it and piping hot.   For the few days before I had been very much economising on food due my acid stomach ; I did not realise how hungry I was so these were real treats.
W window display in Glastonbury High Street
I resolved to contact Robert and engage him again on my return. He seemed a peaceful and knowledgeable chap. Such is the delight of chance meetings.
Oh, and I like this quote.

U trust vaccines?…. a memorable day….

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True, this is America but the same principles apply to UK and anywhere else. there is NO benefit from having vaccinations. Best to keep our immune system healthy through keeping our pH as close to neutral as possible, and having health habits. Vitamin C does no harm at all.

do please watch this video because you will see how completely heartless and cynical the industry is.
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I woke up quite early, I think it was about 6:30 a.m., to hear that Gatwick Airport was closed down due to the presence of drones that kept appearing and disappearing. I went on my favourite site, flightradar24.com and saw for the first time ever a number of what look like little boxes moving around the airport, I think there were 10 of them..

With hundreds of flights arriving and departing every day, London Gatwick is in the worst mess I have ever known and it must be costing the industry tens of millions of pounds. I hope people are insured because the companies are not obliged to give reimbursements if the situation is beyond their control.

I was watching the news at about 4.30 pm wondering if my dowsing skills could be used. For those of you that do not know, dowsing is for example about finding water and oil using the power of your mind and a stimulant or adjuvant like a pendulum. I am actually quite good at doing dowsing to find people or enquiring about their health.

I received quite a strong impression on tuning in to the unknown person and asked a number of questions. How far were the perpetrators away from the runway? I got at least 400 m and definitely to the west. I pulled up the area using Google Earth and discovered a large hedgerow which separated two fields which was about that distance away, to the west of the runway, and which would give good line of sight to what was actually going on. This would be ideal for a perpetrator.

It takes quite a lot of courage to ring the police so in the first instance I posted a Twitter message to the airport and was told that they could not do anything but I should contact the police. They gave me a reference number. I called 999, and was told in fair but firm terms that I should call 101 and give my details there. After 20 minutes waiting and listening to recorded messages I eventually got through, quoted the reference number that I was asked to give, and give my details including latitude and longitude of where I thought this person was.

I told the call centre that I did dowsing and that I did not expect to be believed but nevertheless had a duty of care to report what I found. I found the whole thing quite nerve-wracking particularly when my body told me that I found something of importance. They asked me my name and phone number as you would expect and if I don’t hear from them again I will not be surprised.

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My stomach is well today thank goodness, the bloating feeling is over and I have been having a diet of soup which suits me down to the ground. a quiet evening watching TV. I am being booked to have an endoscopy which I may have any way although I feel better because something is causing all this mayhem.

Enjoy the sun whilst ye may

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In contract to yesterday where it rained from dawn to dusk, today dawned bright and still, with a blue sky tempting us to take time out from ‘the daily round and the common chore’ as it says somewhere in the bible.

However in the morning we met a lady called Katy who has lived locally for many years and practises an esoteric healing technique called ‘Kinetic Chain Release. It is based on the theory that our body has become twisted albeit by minute amounts and that the length of the legs has become different. This is evidently a one-shot treatment. Francoise was interested in getting one so we agreed that Katie would call on us on the morrow (Thursday).

We love the Bath and Kennett Canal so made further explorations of it so aimed for a place called Hilperton which is about 2 miles east of Trowbridge (a town where traffic can snark up in a moment). I cannot say that all stretches of the canal are romantic. This section was between fields. At one stage there was an electricity farm (solar cells). We had a couple of chats with the locals. One lady spends here time in the area moving towards where here many family members lives. Barge owners are an independent lot who are quite happy to trade the cold and damp of the winter for the style of life. Another passing lady had three identical miniature dogs, all of whom had reindeer type bells on them. She chose to be private to other canal users.

On the return we stopped off at a health food shop / bakery / cafe and  bought some ‘just going out of date’ pea and potato soup, normally sold for £2.99 but available to us for 76p.  I love these little bargains and the soup was yummy.

My stomach pains persist in spite of eating very little so my theory is that as I am detoxing from four items namely coffee, sugar, dairy and alcohol this is quite a shock to the system and I must tolerate the symptoms of withdrawal. So unfortunate over the Christmas period but needs must.

I note that I have written 459,554 words as opposed to the one million words of Samuel Pepys over 10 years. I have been writing for a little under 2 years. There is no comparison in effort because Pepys wrote meticulously using quill pen and ink and by candle light so his efforts must have taken three times as long. He also wrote daily, which is something I have slipped up on recently. Sometimes there is nothing that I consider worth writing but I am sure I could dredge up some nuance if I so chose.

Dreadful cracker jokes and the holiday wind down

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We have been to our usual assembly of Christmas parties for this that or the other club of which we are members. I don’t know what possesses me to even read the jokes but just to remind you of some of them
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what do you call a row of men waiting for a haircut?
A barbercue
Why did the tomato blush?
Because it saw the salad dressing
how do you keep  cool at a football match?
You stand next to a fan
the longer it goes the shorter it grows.  what is it?
A candle
how does a snake smell?
by sticking out its tongue
why did Scrooge buy everyone a budgie for Christmas
because they were going cheap
before Mount Everest was discovered which was the highest mountain in the world?
Mount Everest,  as it was the highest mountain before it was discovered.
so there we are, you’ve had your fix of groans.
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To my delight, perhaps selfish delight, I have only two fixtures in my calendar before Christmas Day. One of them is the coffee morning tomorrow morning at our local church and the other one is a new friend who is visiting us for coffee on Wednesday.
I shall take this opportunity to hibernate and just do the minimum amount of work that I need to do.  Christmas will not be that exciting for me because due to the problems of my stomach, I have to do a thorough clearance and detox and live on a diet of rice for the next few days. I can then maybe have one or two items  whose PH value is alkaline.  I hope I will be able to have a couple of slices of chicken on Christmas Day  but certainly no alcohol. This will be my first alcohol-free Christmas for many years now, but it’s either that or suffering acidosis which is a horrible thing to do at all let alone on a holiday

I like this time of year because no one expect anything of you particularly between Christmas and the new year. We have the delight of a real log fire.   I may choose  to do some work in the garden because the dead branches and growth needs taking back to the ground (well almost).

A day of (relative) suffering

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Stomach acid is strong. It has to be. However, when it goes to places that it should not go, then heartburn is caused. Such is life that I have to suddenly conform to a strict diet, halve the amount of food I eat, and generally discipline myself. After many years this is so difficult. This evening I went to our local garden club’s annual Christmas party and had an innocuous mixture of salad, cheese scones, sausage rolls, half a glass of punch, some delicious trifles and cakes.  Lovely at the time but such a bad idea. After a certain stage no matter how much Andrews Liver salts or alkaline substances you take the pain continues with much vomiting.

Compare this with a programme I watched this evening on TV about Leticia, one of three daughters of the Prince of the UAE who had tried twice to escape from the gilded cage existence. The first time she was recaptured and beaten, held in a completely dark room for weeks at a time and held in solitary confinement for 3.5 years.  The second time she escaped by arrangement and nearly reached India by sea when she was intercepted by UAE guards and taken back to UAE . Since then nothing has been heard of her.  Against that my suffering is about 1% and could be seen as a minor inconvenience. The worst thing is when you lose control over your life and have in effect a prison sentence without end. I think I would go barmy (mad) in this situation.

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My readers will recall that I wrote about the fake forest fires in Northern California. Here is another image, this time showing molten metal from car engines forming a rivulet down the street. To do this would require temperatures of 3000 degrees C – forest fires are about 800 degrees. See the increasing number of videos that are appearing on Youtube and other places. Basically the official news is 100% fake. It was directed energy weaponry, lasers to be precise. No wonder people don’t trust the media.

The misuse and abuse of the English language

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I do wonder and despair when I hear our beautiful English language being degraded. I cannot blame imported Americanisms for everything so here is a list of my pet hates.

have a nice day, rest of your evening, weekend.
I suppose this is just about tolerable but it implies that the abjuration is necessary to stop someone having a bad day. I have yet to meet someone who says I was having a bad day until someone told me to have a good one and amazingly I did.

Having a good day consists of being grateful for the simple things of life and valuing everyone you meet. It is not precocious and depends on a good philosophy.

I will be honest with you
Ah, so that means you are normally dishonest. Thanks for telling me.

That’s a very good question
As, so most of the time you ask ordinary or irrelevant questions. Every question should be ‘good’ and indeed respected by both parties otherwise it should not be asked.

I was literally shaking with fear
Um how do you shake un-literally. Shaking with fear will cover it.

I will just go and doublecheck for you
frequently used by service agents and I hate it. you examine data, that is stage one. The second stage is to check it. The third stage if you need further confirmation is to double check. You cannot double check before you single check.

May I ask you a (personal) question?
This is the dumbest question ever.  99 to 1 there is a hidden agenda. I would say ‘no’ or grin inanely.

Sorry to trouble you
If you were sorry then why are you doing it? This applies particularly to  beggars in trains (yes, they still exist)

I will just make a quick call
no, you mean a brief call. Quick means you speak quicker?

It is what it is
Whew!   I never thought of that one.

I’m like …….
this is treating yourself as a stereotype. People should own their emotions entirely and describe them from within.

sort of
I heard a man talk about housing development he said ‘ we had sort of 39 houses that need repairing. What is the difference between sort of 39 and 39? Is the uncertain about his facts. I hear even professional broadcasters saying sort of every other sentence and it is profoundly irritating.

Jameen otherwise known as ‘do you know what I mean?’
this person clearly has very limited confidence in their own ability to communicate. If they are communicating something clearly and unambiguously it will be plain to see from the reaction that the other person does not understand or want to understand

If you understand what I’m saying
see above. give the person credit for asking a supplementary question if they don’t understand what’s being said.

hey you guys
I think the word ‘ guys’ is totally overused. I’ve heard it used when talking to one person, or with a group of females, and I think it is pure and simple slovenly. Same goes for ‘how y’all doin.

What was your name
My name is the same as it was last week, this week and next week.  You would not say ‘what was your sex?’   My name is.. would do it for me.

is there anything else I can do for you?
Once again this is taking the customer, usually on the telephone, for an idiot. If there was anything more,  the customer would have mentioned it. I wonder how many times in practice people have said ‘oh yes my goodness I have forgotten, there was one other thing’.

I’m good
do I have to say anything here? When asked how you are,  I don’t want a moral self opinion but a report on your physicality. Good = adjective;  Well = qualifying adverb.

(in hospital) Can you… lift your arm…. for me
no, I will lift my arm because it is necessary in view of the context. I’m not doing it for any particular person, I’m doing it for the sake of the problem

Unnecessary swearing including the f-word
I have never felt comfortable with the gratuitous use of the f word but it is very understandable when someone’s hit there numb with a hammer. I don’t think it has any place in normal conversation, especially when I hear women swear or even worse children swear.

With all due respect
Such hypocrisy. It is normally when you do not respect someone that this phrase is used.

..At this moment in time
the ‘in time’ could be superfluous, but stretching a point it could be an emphasis that time is the key. I would prefer to say ‘at this juncture’ or even …. wait for it …. now.

I’m sure this list will be added to so on this occasion here is an opportunity for audience participation. does anyone have any hate words or phrases. Write to me brian @ pobox.com

Exmouth – where very little happens – and we loved it

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So on Friday, late morning, we set off to make the two hour ride to our favourite hotel in Exmouth, which is at the outlet of the River Exe which goes via Exeter to the south coast. This is a 50 mile long river, whose source is near Simonsbath on Exmoor.  This is our fifth or is it our sixth weekend with Shearings, the company that owns the brand name, the coaches and hotels enabling them to offer a cracking good value weekends for £99 a head 3 nights bed breakfast and evening meal.  So that’s the commercial over.

Although we were promised diabolical weather, with wind and rain, most of it happened at night and it didn’t trouble us at all. We arrived 3. 15 and settled in. The routine at the hotel is exactly the same. Dinner between 6:30 and 7pm. This is followed by bingo, a quiz, and some music which is pleasant enough.

Some people are conveyed to the hotel by coach and there was the Geordie (Newcastle area) driver sitting next to us at the meals, very loud and very direct. I thought some slightly uncharitable things but my wife reminded me that being a coach driver is a lonely job, where you have to make difficult decisions on the go, and often have to work long hours. He said to me that once he puts his card in the engine he can only drive for 15 hours and then the engine is cut off or was it that warning sounds come

Going to this area is a bit like stepping back 20 years. The area is not big enough to commercialise thank goodness and much of the resort maintains it’s Olde world charm with restaurants attempting to make a living through the lean months when the sun does not shine and the wind blows.

Walking along the beachfront when the sky is inky black and the main sounds the crash of the waves on the promenade is an unusual experience and requires a certain amount of hardiness. It is however so delightful to get away from the sound of traffic and the site of every other person staring at their mobile phones. I made attempts to keep off my mobile phone as much as possible but in a way was still on duty so I had to deal with my messages once every so often.

The clientele of Shearings are 90% retired people or shall I say people of a conservative nature. Because the group is based in Yorkshire many Yorkshire people tend to come down to the south for a change. Yorkshire people have very dry humour, are very direct, and have a particular sense of humour which I have yet to figure out. The culture of the weekend is that you always chat to the person next to you knowing that you will never see them again. The atmosphere is bland and just right for couples who want to get away from the washing up and have a nice comfy quiet room en suite with breakfast and evening meal included.

Friday afternoon we went to visit our favourite fresh fish shop. This is a shop like no other in that most fish are locally caught including oysters which to the Delight of my wife were in stock and on offer at £1.25 each. Being French, she loves them and I think she consumed 6 during our time there and then took away a further 6 to have in the coming days.

Saturday morning I took my tablet in for repair to a chap sitting at a small stall – apparently his office – in a local market, found it was working correctly after all, and ended up buying a laptop with Windows 10. NB Windows 7 will no longer be supported from April next year.  We decided to go to Sidmouth by bus, another bijou and laid back town but one that is lovely to walk around. We visited the local Museum and my did we get the timing right. We arrived within three quarters of an hour of this establishment  closing for the winter to open again at the end of March 2019. There was an exhibition of lace, many stories about the sea, incredibly lifelike sailors, a joy to behold.

Pictures of Sidmouth

 

 

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On Sunday we took the train to Dawlish via Exeter where four years ago the British Rail tracks that run by the sea were overwhelmed and damaged during the storm of the 8th of February 2014.  By great good fortune we went into a cafe specialising in gluten-free food and by further great fortune the owner of the cafe  had had some railway workmen in from the repair and they had shown him large-scale photographs of the damage.   For some unaccountable reason they left without taking their photographs with them so he was left with a little piece of History which he showed us.
Dawlish can be seen from Exmouth, it’s about 2 miles away across the river but because there is no ferry in winter months you have to make a 50 minute journey by train to go in to Exeter and out,  not that this worried me because I love train journeys.  On the way back a blind lady entered carrying what was a very large birthday present, I think it was a drone. The way she figured out which seat was vacant was by gently tapping with her stick. Eventually someone made way for her.  What courage it is to make your way to a big city, do shopping, and come back without being able to see anything. This is one more reason why I really can’t complain about my life when I see what others have to put up with.
the tide from the estuary is going out fast – see flow around the pole
I had some trouble with my stomach during this weekend. I have been troubled with acid for sometime but it’s come to a peak and I realise that I’m completely intolerant to acidic foods so out goes milk, cheese, tomatoes, some types of bread, coffee, some types of tea, most meat, and definitely no sugar and in comes greens, bananas, melons, rice milk,  and  a new range of food but I must still come to terms with. I realise how much I’ve abused my body over so many decades and I’m quite intrigued to know how it has suffered for so long without major complaint.

We managed to keep brexit at bay but everywhere it is,  so there is no escape. People talk and then groan.

Is this wake-up time?

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Over the weekend I attended a conference on the corruption of the international corporations in which a relatively few people control the rest of us.  I could say that the whole world is one enormous corrupt corporation that cares nothing for its people. There are basically two streams of information on the planet. One is what is really going on,  and the other is the breadcrumbs that us Joe Public are fed and expected to believe.

I believe that the dumbest group of people on the planet are the average American who are so brainwashed with propaganda disguised as news, the damaging effect of vaccination, the effective fluidization in the water which calcifies the pineal gland, the education system which is only in name, the incessant pre programming of what is to come by showing violent films,  the effect of such poisons on the biology as glyphosate  not to mention the damaging effect on the body of mobile phones, smart meters and the dreaded 5G when it comes.

Alas,  the United Kingdom is not too far behind in the gullible stakes  but in some strange perverted way we are learning from what is going on in the USA and objecting against smart meters,  chemicals in food etc.    far in front of us in awareness is Russia who do not allow 5G,  and do not allow GMO in other words interference with nature.  That is one of the reasons why there is so much empty propaganda against Russia by America who invented sorts of stories without any foundation.  According to the USA, Putin is responsible for all the evils in the world.   This is a statement of supreme hypocrisy.   Anyone interested should do their own research. I don’t want you to believe something just because I say it. I want you to believe it because you have found it to be true.

The following videos are just an example  of control,  where governments declare war on their own people for reasons of power and profit.  I have picked 2 videos out of many. Take your choice.  Watch them or don’t watch them.  I have said this before but it is better to reach out and find out what’s going on and be prepared otherwise you will die frozen with fear.

The most selective fires in history

Weaponized Directed Energy Lasers (DEW) ~ The 101 Basics

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it would be nice to have some dialogue from time to time with my readers. I know there are many. This diary is not written by a robot, but by a real live human person who does have views and dare I say it feelings and I would welcome some feedback to the often inflammatory material that I write here. How about it folks?  brian @ pobox . com  will get to me

Today I find myself slightly lacking in energy after quite a frenetic 5 days in London preceded by an equally frenetic 6 to 8 weeks putting my new community-based website together.  I guess it’s alright to be down, I don’t mean depressed, but I feel in need of a battery charge which nature will give me if I am kind to myself.

We went off to Bath today. I had my eye appointment and I’m glad to say I didn’t need an eye injection this time. We went round the famous Bath market where the quality of the goods are satisfactory to say the least but the rentals that the stall holders have to pay means that the prices are higher than they should be.  For the first time, the Odd Down park and ride car park was completely and utterly full and this is about 800 cars worth.  I had to seek refuge in the adjoining streets in order to park my car to go off to the hospital.

I am suffering at the moment from an acid stomach where the food just doesn’t want to stay down. I think I have an allergy towards gluten, lactose, and something else as well so I’m very careful monitoring my food to make sure that when I have an item of food that disturbs me I immediately noted down to be able to tell the doctor.  I’m coming to the conclusion that sugar is quite lethal.

Oh and if you really want to know what’s going on with the planet, check this article which I have cut and pasted from Naturalnews.com, Mike Adams the Health Ranger

TERRAFORMING has begun: “Global dimming” is a plot to EXTERMINATE humanity by terraforming the atmosphere with SMOG pollution, killing Earth’s food crops and unleashing ecological collapse

Image: TERRAFORMING has begun: “Global dimming” is a plot to EXTERMINATE humanity by terraforming the atmosphere with SMOG pollution, killing Earth’s food crops and unleashing ecological collapse

(Natural News) Now we come to the end game for humanity. This is it, folks: They have a plan to collapse global food production, kill off over 90% of the human race, devastate natural ecosystems and pollute the Earth’s atmosphere… and it’s all being sold to you under the banner of “environmentalism.”

The scheme is called “global dimming,” and it’s a dangerous geoengineering plot to spray billions of tons of smog into the atmosphere so that pollution levels would block sunlight and halt global warming. This is literally what the mad environmental scientists are now proposing — the very same people who have, for years, claimed that “chemtrails” are a conspiracy theory and don’t exist. Now, all of a sudden, they want to chemtrail the entire planet in order to “save” us all from global warming.

“Stratospheric aerosol injection” now the new name for chemtrails / geoengineering

The global dimming scheme is, of course, based on spraying chemtrails into the upper atmosphere using thousands of high-altitude flights that release pollution to dim the sun. The very idea of “chemtrails” has, until now, been mocked by the media and the science establishment, who have for years claimed the very idea of chemtrails is a lunatic conspiracy theory. So they’ve changed the name to “stratospheric aerosol injection,” and they now have a science paper that outlines all the costs involved.

“We lay out a future solar geoengineering deployment scenario of halving the increase in anthropogenic radiative forcing,” writes Wake Smith and Gernot Wagner in their paper, “Stratospheric aerosol injection tactics and costs in the first 15 years of deployment.” Published in Environmental Research Letters, you can view the full text of the study at this link.

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Geoengineering is another term that many people use synonymously with “chemtrails.” And now it’s a strategy being openly advocated by scientists to halt so-called “climate change,” a fake science hoax that has been perpetrated on the world by power-hungry globalists who want humanity to surrender to global rule in the name of “saving the planet.”

The study cites the specific aircraft that would be needed to achieve chemtrails pollution. “[P]urpose-built high-altitude tanker with substantial payload capabilities” would be deployed to spray sulfur dioxide into the atmosphere. The paper proposes 4000 flights a year, costing $2.25 billion per year, continuing over 15 years to make sure the atmosphere is significantly polluted to dim the sun and achieve the terraforming goals of globalists (see more details, below).

In the conclusion of their abstract, the study authors explain the program would require, “thousands of flights annually by airliner-sized aircraft operating from an international array of bases,” making it almost impossible to keep secret.

Of course, this very program has already begun, and secrecy isn’t necessary when you have the entire media and science establishment condemning any belief in chemtrails as a form of mental illness. So just remember: As they pollute the skies and dim the sun, if you point out that they’re polluting the skies and dimming the sun, you’re a “conspiracy theorist.”

And there’s no such thing as chemtrails, you see. Nope, it’s “stratospheric aerosol injection” now, which sounds almost sciency. That’s how this program is already being perpetrated right under our noses, right now, even while the media runs a global cover-up to dismiss such ideas as bizarre theories.

The global controllers hope you never read the science papers, of course, because there, geoengineering is routinely cited and even advocated as the “solution” to climate change.

Stratospheric Aerosol Injection (SAI) explained… and yeah, it’s just another name for chemtrails

“Stratospheric Aerosol Injection (SAI) would require lofting hundreds of thousands to millions of tons of material each year to altitudes up to ~20 km,” explain study authors. They also ask, “Could it be done in secret?”

The study offers heavy discussion on the design and costs of aircraft that could deliver the planned pollution to the upper atmosphere:

IPCC (2018) states that ‘there is high agreement that aircrafts after some modifications could inject millions of tons of SO2 in the lower stratosphere (~20 km)’.

The overall goal of the geoengineering program is to inject 5 million tons of SO2 (sulfur dioxide, otherwise known as “smog”) into the atmosphere. Achieving that goal, “assumes a rational actor seeking to implement a scientifically sensible SAI program,” write the study authors, somehow claiming it is “rational” to disperse mass pollution across the atmosphere of your own planet. The same authors also claim this program must be conducted, “purely out of humanitarian and environmental considerations.”

Shocking realization: This is terraforming planet Earth to collapse the global food supply and kill off humans

In considering the sheer lunacy of the “Stratospheric Aerosol Injection” plan, I feel compelled to state that these climate change / global warming scientists are dangerously insane sociopaths and they must be stopped before they murder us all. These lunatics, if given enough government funding, will literally murder our planet and destroy human civilization. Such is the cost of the decades of false propaganda in our public schools that has brainwashed children into believing “climate change” is real and must be halted. The schemes now being proposed to halt this non-existent problem will, themselves, bring about the global destruction that children are being warned about with global warming.

This global pollution / terraforming program, if allowed to continue, could unleash the following devastating consequences, especially if deployed at a time when the sun is in its own dimming cycle that would accelerate global cooling.

#1) Global collapse of food crops – The reduction in solar radiation caused by geoengineering, combined with the natural cycle of global cooling from sun cycles, could produce a sharp reduction in food crop production across the globe. This would result in increased food prices and reduced food supplies, adding to vectors for civil unrest and “climate refugees” invading First World nations to escape starvation.

#2) Global rise in cancer from vitamin D deficiency – Reduction in solar radiation reaching the surface of the planet would exacerbate vitamin D deficiencies that already strongly contribute to cancer fatalities around the world. Sunlight is currently the primary source of vitamin D for billions of world citizens. Dimming the sun would be a death sentence for millions each year who would suffer the dire consequences of chronic vitamin D deficiencies.

#3) Global drop in IQs due to increased air pollution – Increases in air pollution have been scientifically found to lower children’s IQs. In addition, air pollution is scientifically documented to damage DNA in the womb, increase the risk of ventricular arrhythmia and increase the risk of bone loss in humans.

#4) Massive loss of habitat and ecosystems due to decreased sunlight and colder temperatures – Entire ecosystems — such as rainforests — could be devastated by a pollution-initiated drop in solar radiation. Marine ecosystems also rely heavily on solar radiation to power the photosynthesis of ocean plants such as seaweeds, grasses and algae, which serve as a pillar food source for the entire marine food web. Dimming the sun would have devastating consequences for all ecosystems on the planet, resulting in a catastrophic loss of life, habitat and eco-diversity.

#5) Huge increase in global acid rain that will devastate forests and food crops – The mass injection of SO2 into the atmosphere will result in SO2 being dispersed into lower levels of the atmosphere over time. There, mixed with rain storms, it will create sulfurous acid, otherwise known as acid rain. This acid rain will devastate forests and food crops and result in the acidification of crop soils, destabilizing soil microbes and leading the widespread crop losses.

#6) Decreased plant production of oxygen that’s necessary for humans, primates and mammals to survive – Nearly all plants depend on solar radiation for photosynthesis, which uses CO2 as a “fuel” and produces oxygen (O2) as a byproduct. Reducing solar radiation through chemtrails pollution would reduce the production of oxygen by plants, resulting in a global fall in atmospheric oxygen levels, ultimately leading to the mass asphyxiation of humans, primates and mammals if allowed to continue. Even the EPA (see source below) admits that SO2 interferes with human respiration and makes it difficult for people to breathe.

Even the EPA recognizes sulfur dioxide as a dangerous pollutant that makes it difficult for humans to breathe

Note carefully that the geoengineering efforts being advocated to dim the sun are based on sulfur dioxide, a known pollutant. “Short-term exposures to SO2 can harm the human respiratory system and make breathing difficult,” warns the EPA. “…[G]aseous SOx can harm trees and plants by damaging foliage and decreasing growth… SO2 and other sulfur oxides can contribute to acid rain which can harm sensitive ecosystems,” the EPA writes.

In other words, it isn’t even debated whether sulfur dioxide is a pollutant. It’s smog (or technically, it reacts to create smog), and the very idea that mass polluting the atmosphere with SO2 would somehow “save” the planet is rooted in nothing less than advanced psychosis or some other dangerous form of mental illness. That such schemes are marketed under the banner of “science” just shows how twisted the institution of science has now become.

Why would any rational institution seek to mass pollute our entire planet and destroy food crops, forests, mammals, primates and humans? The answer is even more shocking than the proposal itself, it turns out. Keep reading, as one possible explanation for all this continues below…

It wasn’t long ago that scientists warned about “global cooling” and the coming Ice Age

It was only a generation ago that young scientists were being warned that Earth was entering a “global cooling” crisis that would bring about a whole new ice age. This was the climate panic of the 1970s and early 1980s. Today’s older scientists remember the warnings quite well. We were all told that if we didn’t find a way to warm the planet, we would all perish as Earth was turned into a ball of ice.

Beginning in the 1990s, the scientists flipped the script, reversing their warning and suddenly claiming the problem was too much heat. We were all going to die from global warming if we didn’t change something, we were told. A decade or so later, when it was revealed that government science scammers were faking all the warming data, they changed the scam to “climate change,” since they couldn’t scientifically support either warming or cooling.

Here’s the cover of TIME Magazine from 1977, which warns, “How To Survive The Coming Ice Age,” then urges readers to get on board to save the planet, saying, “51 Things You Can Do to Make a Difference.”

Today, we’re told the most absurd, insane things by these scientists who insist that the climate never changed at all before the year 1920, with the rise of the combustion engine and “human activity.” And now we’re constantly terrorized by the fake news media into thinking that if we don’t pollute the Earth’s atmosphere with smog, we will all somehow die from the rise of carbon dioxide, the No. 1 most important greening nutrient for plants, forests and food crops.

So now they’ve decided they have to poison the atmosphere to fight climate change, and they’ve got about a billion gullible world citizens convinced that this is somehow an amazing idea. What they would really unleash, of course, is absolutely catastrophic to all life on our world. Remember: They want to disperse billions of tons of sulfur dioxide (smog) into the atmosphere through massive government-funded chemtrailing of the planet. The question now emerges: Is the destruction of humanity deliberate? If so, who would hatch such a nefarious plan?

Geoengineering is a planet-wide weapon system being deployed to eliminate human life on Earth while terraforming the planet for some other purpose

Here’s the cosmic inconvenient truth that Al Gore doesn’t want you to consider. What we are really witnessing here is the planned terraforming of planet Earth for some other purpose. And by “other,” I mean other than human.

If you wanted humans to thrive on planet Earth, you would not unleash mass pollution, acid rain, food crop failures, oxygen depletion and global dimming. You would, instead, try to reduce pollution, support plant life, enhance food crop production and protect global ecosystems from pollution. That’s the normal, rational thing that any human being would naturally want to pursue.

Yet we are subjected to these nefarious geoengineering schemes that directly contradict every principle of sustainable life on Earth. And it’s all described as a way to “save” the planet, even as it would destroy global life support for humans.

I can’t help but be reminded of the outstanding film Oblivion, starring Tom Cruise. In the film, the Cruise character thinks he’s protecting human civilization, but he’s actually (unknowingly) working for extraterrestrials who are stealing Earth’s resources and exterminating humans. The film is one of the best science fiction films of all time, and its story sounds eerily similar to what may be happening right now with so-called “geoengineering.”

Who (or what) would want to alter the atmosphere, decimate oxygen levels, destroy the food supply and collapse human civilization? The answer should be obvious: Something that is in competition with humans and sees no further use for humanity. Human life on Earth appears to be in the process of being “cleansed” in a cosmic ethnic cleansing scheme that will produce an altered, low-oxygen atmosphere that might prove advantageous to a life form which isn’t already part of Earth’s existing ecosystem. The reduction in solar radiation reaching Earth’s surface would make the planet more hospital to a life form that originated from a planet located farther from its home sun than Earth is from our own sun.

It raises the obvious, if bizarre-sounding, question: Are Earth’s globalists preparing the planet for a post-human era? And is that plan disguised as a “climate change” emergency course of action so that the sheeple can be told the mass pollution of the skies is a bold plan to save humanity rather than exterminate it? What if “climate change” is actually a cosmic false flag hoax that was designed from the very start to convince Earthlings to support their own extermination? Given the now-planned destruction of Earth’s atmosphere in the name of “climate change,” we must now consider such possibilities, no matter how bizarre they first seem.

Why are all the globalists suddenly talking about escaping to Mars and terraforming Mars into a habitat where humans can survive? Why are globalists now so desperate the alter Earth’s atmosphere and make the planet inhospitable to humans? Why such a recent focus on the Arctic seed vault to preserve the seeds of life in preparation for a global cataclysm? Why are so many globalist insiders building underground bunkers and living in them?

I don’t have the answers to all these questions, but I do know that the fairy tale stories we’re being told about “climate change” and how we must save the planet by polluting the skies are rooted in complete quack science fiction and brainwashing propaganda.

On the other hand, if humans are stupid enough to destroy their own planet in the name of saving the planet, perhaps they’re simply not qualified to participate in an intelligence universe after all. Natural selection, after all, is likely playing out on a cosmic scale, and Earth appears to be flunking the cosmic IQ test that wonders, “Hey, is that civilization stupid enough to commit suicide based on a fairy tale hoax?”

So far, it appears the answer for Earth and humans is a resounding “Yes!”

This entire topic, by the way, will be featured in this Sunday’s broadcast of Counterthink, airing at 6pm cental at InfoWars.com, with the full episode also appearing at Counterthink.com a few days later. Don’t miss it.

A grand weekend in London

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Raw enthusiasm in Trafalgar Square.

With so much to do on my return from a busy week in London I’ve decided not to do a daily diary but a summary of the whole lot. As my regular readers know, we tend to take the coach and it gives me great pleasure to pay £21 return fare Bath to London as opposed to let us say £110 by train for the two of us.  The return journey by coach is 3 hours. By train, half that time. So we pay ourselves £80 for an extra hour and spend it on a good meal.

We stay at our favourite quirky hotel in Thornton Heath, the Crystal Lodge Hotel, run by Indians, with basic facilities, do it yourself breakfast, but lots of personality and individuality on display by the staff who have come to be family members in a way. I find the more expensive the hotel, the less people want to talk to each other and the mouse community spirit there is. we are staying at the hotel for two nights then moving to an air b and b place in West Brompton, more of that anon.

I love the modern tubes with endless carriages. People feel much safer and there is more space.Thursday evening we went to the Tate Modern where there is an amazing 24 hour film based on clocks. Someone has gone through hundreds of films and picked out the clips where the time of day is mentioned. We see a montage of hundreds of such clips. It is difficult to describe the hypnotic effect of this procession featuring as it does many of the great stars of the past.

Friday morning breakfast. At our modest hotel this was a self-service effort. Orange juice cartons for £1, I don’t think so. However,  toast, slices of ham, cheese and a hard boiled egg did the job with a couple of slurps of coffee thrown in for good measure. By numerous trains and tubes to Hackney and a museum devoted to weird objects.

Off to the mall gallery where I met the most unfriendly and supercilious front desk lady who could barely be bothered to answer our questions and pretended not to understand where we were coming from. I almost asked her why she bothered to do the job.

We then walked to the Tate Modern and Francoise saw an exhibition about the history of weaving. The Tate Modern is far too big to absorb at one go and I would say four goes is about right. We then went to the Royal Festival Hall to hear Mussorgsky’s pictures from an exhibition and various other works. I met a charming Dutch couple with a great sense of humour who now live in this country and visit the Royal Festival Hall at least once a week.

On Saturday morning we got up in a leisurely fashion and changed rooms to an Airbnb house in West Brompton which turned out to be a multi-purpose home lived in by the host who was not there and his sister who live there with her family. In this part of the world, houses were built to include accommodation for servants and this is where we stayed on the top floor. The room gave me no joy when I entered it, wallpaper hanging off the walls, a mess of electric wires, a basin with only cold water, and chipped paint along the skirting boards.

However, when you’re tired, seek a little peace and quiet, and  not really paying that much per night, it doesn’t really matter. On top of the basic room charge, you pay air b and b a certain amount and another fee for cleaning the room. I think it was about £85 for 2 nights.  The bed made ominous squeaking noises but was actually quite comfortable when we settled down. Anyway, for two nights who cares and we weren’t there for 95% of the time.

We tried walking to the Crown Hotel by Gloucester Road station to see how long it would take. My goodness the area is dripping with money. I’d be surprised if there was a 3 or 4 story house for less than 2 million pounds.

Off to Tate Britain Where we visited the Turner exhibition and for once there were not many paintings but four movie films. The work that won the prize was made by a lady using her mobile phone camera all the time.

Off to Haverstock Hill, the stamping ground of Francoise where she lived for many years, and then back to the hotel.

On Sunday morning we arrived at the hotel Brighton early at 8am and found a local cafe where they served coffee and croissants. One thing to remember about London, it is nearly  a 24-hour city although not so 24-hour as New York but you can more or less get anything you want at any time of day.

The conference itself was full to bursting though interestingly most people had not bother to book until the last moment, testing the faith of the organiser to the utmost. They switched the coffee machines off at 4:30 because apparently we were drinking too much coffee. That is the first time I have ever heard that excuse given.

Monday morning we went off to the old Barkers in Kensington High Street which now largely consists of a whole food restaurant and met a person called Keith whom I met in my old London Village days in the 1970s. He was grateful for the introductions that he had received in this londonwide social group and said that because of a contact he had spent 32 years driving in America and been all over the world. I think that must claim the record for the longest time it has taken anyone to thank me for something I did – but there we go.

The coach was due to leave London at 2:30 p.m. So off we went arriving early as usual. When we boarded the coach we were in the distinguished company of about eight  other intrepid travellers. I love the coach for reasons given above and we drove westward into the most lovely combination of clouds and clear blue sky and setting sun.

The coach arrived in Bath exactly on time at 5:30 p.m. whereupon we took a local bus which left a few minutes later and home we go. I love the feeling of turning the key in the front door and finding everything was as we left it. definitely an excuse for turning on the central heating although it was 14 degrees and before we knew where we were we went to sleep in our own bed.

You can’t beat it folks.

Dystopian action plans – believe it or not

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I drift from my normal daily themes of my daily life.

My video for the day. You may remember the fires in California? The ones that were so hot that they melted the metal in car engines which ran in rivulets down the street. These are not even most most recent ones but the one in January 2018. Burned Out Northern California Fire Victim Questions Directed Energy Weapons plan. What she lacks in style she makes up for in enthusiasm. See what a world is coming. California #1, USA #2 the rest of the world in short order #3

If that was not enough how about this one. Dr Horton on the Ritchie Allen Show – Directed Energy Weapon Attacks.  You want to know what it is like?

 

Men vs. women

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I have seldom seen such an honest transparent video about men vs. women, made by women who appear to be being totally transparent. It is not a youtube video so no normal embedding. View it here.

I have held the belief that some women use their sexuality and perceived ‘weakness’ to their own advantage. I was shocked to read about the number of men who are physically abused. If they retaliate then the man will probably end up in court. It is all to easy to blame the man. Are we all potential rapists? I might ask ‘are all women potential seducers’. I am not interested in people’s ‘sex’. I am interested in their contribution, their attitude, their community mindedness, their ability to speak whole sentences. Age does not matter. Its the humanity.

So, all my printed stuff for next Sunday has arrived. I feel a bit lost so will start to prepare for my trip to London. We shall be there for four days. Luckily someone is coming to house-sit.

Persecuted Christians – our 6th anniversary in Somerset

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Today is the 6th anniversary of our arrival in Somerset. On that day 24th November it was also raining. Life has changed in so many ways that it is difficult to enunciate them in one go. I met the mayor of Midsomer Norton fairly early on in our time. He said that things would happen for us but 10 times slower than we would like and he was absolutely right. We are now on more than nodding acquaintance with about 50 people for various reasons and in various circumstances. The number of people who have had my lifestyle and experience is somewhat less than 0.01% so we have learnt to draw a little nutrition from a lot of people.

We both came from families that were not functional in the emotional sense so we have had to learn to make up for this by being more rugged and outgoing and to a large extent we have succeeded though you cannot turn the clock back.

Before I continue, I must not forget to mention a very important feature I was listening to on the radio (Trans World Radio) this morning. I heard an interview  with Archbishop Benjamin Kwashi, from Nigeria who is in UK to raise awareness of the amount of killing and torture of Christians in his country. He himself has been the subject of three attempts at murder.. On the first occasion he was due to come home where unbeknown to him, bandits were waiting. The Archbishop was delayed so instead they got hold of his wife Gloria, and beat her so badly that she lost the sight of her eyes for 6 months and only after 5 operations in America was her sight restored. She is a woman of enormous spirit and today looks after 50 homeless children in her house.

The second occasion was when ‘they’ came for him when they were both at home. He was kidnapped and taken away to be killed in the countryside but then for some reason the bandits decided to kill him in his bedroom at home. The Archbishop asked if he could pray and when he opened his eyes for some reason the intruders had fled.

The third occasion was when they came for him when they were both at home again. They rustled his cattle and demanded that he come out of his house but he refused to do so. A neighbour shone a torch at the intruders upon which he was shot dead. Have a look at the Archbishop and his wife being interviewed.

We have no right to complain about religious freedom; it is more apposite to complain about the crazy left the want to marginalize Christmas on the grounds that some people might be offended. Never mind that all major religions preach tolerance and love. In the Minds of these deranged people that counts for nothing. This is one of the results of political correctness, one of the evil seeds of this movement which was formed in 1923 and named the Frankfurt group. (Germany). The centre relocated to New York and thence to California.

I can look back on my time here with some pride. I have started a diary which I have maintained for 2 years now and is nearly up to half a million words. I’ve started a large website 5Gexposed.com revealing the dangers of both 5G and of smart meters. I have become chairman and secretary of my local Allotment Association and run a happy ship. Francoise has taken up with yoga and she goes to a painting group once a week which she enjoys enormously and shows signs of progressing from strength to strength. We do garden clearance to supplement our income and to keep fit.

I cannot say that we miss London but we do enjoy going there from time to time as we are doing next week for a conference. When I go to London there are just too many people for comfort and it takes me a day or so to really adjust but we absorb what we can, particularly going to all the art galleries. There is the city gallery in Bath but that cannot compete with the Tate galleries, the National Gallery, the Portrait Gallery, and all the great museums. I love the fact that I don’t have to buy an Oyster card; I just use my debit card instead. You cannot spend more than a certain amount of money on travel each day in other words there is automatic capping.

This afternoon we went to have a celebratory high tea at my favorite restaurant. The impresario Paul Hartley was there. He has been in the service area in Pubs (he started in Putney) then bought a local pub then this restaurant, Hartleys, where we are sitting in this picture. He has written an amazing number of quirky books such as ‘The Marmite Cookbook’, ‘The Little Book of Marmite tips’, ‘The Heinz Tomato Ketchup book’ and many others. It sounds unbelievable but a trip to Amazon.co.uk will confirm all.  …Search  “Paul Hartley”

We could not finish the grand repast so asked for a doggie bag (actually a plastic box) to take the balance away. While we were there, one of the serving girls said farewell to Paul. She had only worked since Monday but gave the most amazing and original excuse to Paul that I have ever heard. She said ‘we have bought a top of the range car (£80k?) and the petrol used is too expensive for me to be bought  back and forth’. We had a laugh. I wonder why people bother with such excuses when they are obviously fake. Why not say ‘ I do not feel I fit in here’ or ‘this is not right for me’.

Back home to the fire and to partake of the Magnum bottle of Prosecco that I casually bought the previous day.

I might actually switch off this computer earlier than usual.  It is Saturday night after all.

Dress protocol in the office – an international view

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From a fiend of mine who wrote to me:

Thought this 1 minute 48 second video from South Korea might be of interest. It’s about a movement in South Korea to liberate women from cosmetic make-up and the patriarchy!

Prior to watching this short video, I hadn’t realised that South Korea is the plastic  surgery capital of the world, and that societal expectations of female beauty are so high, a third of South Korean women go under the knife!

I read years ago that a study in the UK found that in UK workplaces, women who wear make-up are (on average) better paid than women who don’t wear any make-up!

Like my now late mother, I only use make-up lightly, when at all. Also like my late mother, I never used red or any bright lipsticks, just pink – and I completely stopped using lipstick a long time ago (when in my 20s I think), as I could see no point in my wearing lipstick, and I prefer the natural look, as do members of my family.

Back in my auditing and international corporate troubleshooting days, my wearing only minimal make-up was a non issue (for me, for colleagues, for bosses and for the people I was dealing with professionally).

Reflecting back now, possibly my only ever wearing minimal make-up may have actually been an advantage in the corporate workplace, in that it may have contributed to the fact that I was almost never treated in any way lesser than my male colleagues in consequence of my gender.

The tiny number of dinosaur misogynistic males that I encountered in the corporate work-place were far more than compensated for by the men who recognised my ability and actively encouraged and championed me.

In one American multinational company, where I worked in the UK HQ of their international corporate audit team, I was the only woman in the department (other than the extremely competent and delightful secretary), and in the history of the department, I was the only member of the department to be invited to work in the company’s worldwide HQ in the US. The invitation was considered a great honour, but I declined it, as I was not prepared to move to the US to live.

I undertook my three accountancy qualifications in Australia as a young woman, and back then there were few women in the accountancy profession, either in Australia or the UK.

On one accountancy course, I was the only female in my year for all three years. On another of the accountancy courses I undertook, only 10% of students in the faculty were female, and none of the faculty staff members were female. On another of the accountancy courses I undertook (yes, I am a bit of a course junky, forever taking courses in all sorts of things!), I think the figure must have been less than 10% female (perhaps circa 5%), though I never heard or saw any statistics for that course – that was the Institute of Chartered Accountants in Australia’s own course, which was a post-graduate course.

In the firm of chartered accountants that I worked for in Perth, Australia, before moving to the UK, I was the first lady accountant that the firm had ever employed, so there were no guidelines or precedents for me to follow regarding workplace appearance (make-up, clothing, jewellery, hairstyle)! Accordingly, I made up my own rules. On any occasion where I felt in need of a second opinion, such as whether a particularly nice designer denim shirt dress was  suitable for the office, I used my mother as a sounding board. One of the secretaries (female!)  had seen it in a bag at the office after I purchased it that lunchtime, and said to me that I could   not wear denim to work, the partners of the firm would not allow it. As it was a particularly beautiful designer shirt dress, made from top quality cotton, with a smart business-like cut,  my mother said to me that she thought the secretary was just jealous of the dress, and that the partners would have no problem with it. My mother was right. I looked very smart and business-like in the dress, and there were no complaints.

I always felt sorry for all the men in the accountancy profession having to wear drab suits to work, while I was free to wear clothes that were were suited to the weather, such as light cotton dresses and sandals in summer.

In Perth back then, there was a convention that in summer, male chartered accountants could dress down, and, instead of wearing a business suit, they could wear smart dress shorts (which came to a bit above the knee), with a smart shirt, tie, smart knee socks and smart leather shoes, if they were visiting a client’s office and knew (for certain!) that the client would be wearing dress shorts rather than a suit in their office.

Accordingly, when the weather was particularly hot, my colleagues in Perth would have to engage in surreal discreet conversations with clients (who were invariably men) about what they would be wearing the following day, while I happily wore smart cotton dresses – or skirts and blouses – with sandals, that were perfectly suited to the hot weather.

When I moved to England and worked for KPMG (then known as Peat Marwick Mitchell & Co), there were a few other women in the office, but no guidelines were ever given or even hinted at. It was a subject that was not ever discussed; we each independently chose business-like clothing that was suited to the weather. In winter, as it can get very cold in England, I would wear smart tweed woolen skirts in winter, with matching smart cardigans, white blouses and a colourful designer silk scarf, and smart, knee high ladies leather boots. In summer, I would wear smart cotton dresses and sandals, as I had in Australia.

Peat Marwick Mitchell & Co (now KPMG) were at the time the number 1 firm of chartered accountants in the world (in terms of both worldwide revenue and prestige – the Queen being their most famous client) and there was a rigid dress code for the men; a black or grey business suit (never any other colour, other than possibly a very occasional dark navy!), with pin strips being favoured. The suit was always teamed with a white shirt, business-like tie, dark socks and black leather shoes. The bowler hat had been jettisoned before I arrived in England, thank
goodness!

On one occasion while I was working for the firm, I heard that an article clerk working for the firm, a very nice young Chinese fellow with excellent dress sense, was pulled aside and ticked off for having the temerity to wear to work a very smart jacket and a pair of very smart trousers, with a white shirt and a tie. He looked exceptionally smartly dressed, and to my eyes looked perfectly professional, but his crime was that his very smart jacket and very smart trousers did not constitute a business suit! That reinforced my view of the unfairness of the double-standards in operation within the accountancy profession, regarding attire, with women being given hugely preferential treatment.

One time I went to a new client of Peat Marwick Mitchell, to flowchart the operations in his business (document flows, controls, procedures . . .), and the client expressed himself astonished that I was a lady auditor. He was perfectly polite, respectful and cooperaive, but he explained to me that not only had he never before encountered a lady auditor, he had never even been aware of the existence of lady auditors, and had assumed that it was a male-only profession! LOL! He was awed rather than misogynistic, bless him!

A while ago, KPMG suggested doing a write-up on me (as an Alumni doing unusual things) in their in-house magazine. I will probably agree to this at some point, and tie the article in with the launch  of one of my books. IF all goes to plan [and I am very conscious of the saying “The best laid plans of mice and men . . .!], I am hoping to have two of my books completed and ready for publication next year, and another one completed and ready for publication either at the end of next year or some time during 2020. All being well, I anticipate a stream of books being completed by me and published in the next few years, on a variety of subjects.

How times have changed – these days when I attend events that KPMG invite me to, there are numerous other women present as professionals, ie., accountants, IT specialists etc.! This reminds me that there is an email in my intray today from KPMG, awaiting my attention.

Trails in the sky are not what they seem

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The videos and material exposing these dreadful poisonous contrails get better and better. Most of us have seen these persistent trials after planes have passed and may have wondered what they are.  It is my business to know about such things but I do realise there are those who may not have joined the dots and realised what is going on.  Please watch this film, it is not long, and it will be an eye opener to you.

After many days of sweat, toil, sleepless nights  my toil with the website I was developing is coming to an end. Let no one tell you that building sites is easy. The formula may be simple but what you need probably does not exactly fit in with what you are offered in terms of templates, even with plug-ins to choose from.  It does require imagination, experience and hard work and taking a few hard knocks where you think nothing is going to go right by the designated date.

When I think that I recently I had engaged someone in Romania to do this software writing job in a day or so it was quite clear that both myself and the person who offered to do the site was naive in the extreme. In future I will allow twice the time I think I need, or want to believe I need, and get a better result.   It really is the difference between chalk and cheese were there you get on well with someone, or whether they are doing the job mechanically without any interest in it apart from earning money.

 

Weekend summary – California fires – damming testimony

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It is one of the benefits of having visitors that you revisit places that you have been to before but see it with new eyes. We took our visitors to one of our favourite restaurants and was greeted by the affable proprietor, Paul, who puts his heart and soul into the business and I honestly believe that the vibrations going to the walls because there are some places that are eating establishments with no atmosphere, and there are other places where you feel welcome when you walk in the door and this was one of those. This was a day when we celebrated the new Beaujolais.  The four of us then went to visit a wood, a delightful unspoilt place which had been bought by a group of people determined to save it.

I’m currently troubled by a bloating feeling in my stomach. As I get older, my body is less forgiving of me throwing food and drink at it in any order. I’m going to have to stop acting like a teenager and take far more care with my food. There is no actual pain in the stomach or tender areas but just the discomfort of the bloating. Samuel Pepys, my exemplar for writing this diary, suffered far more than I did whether it was diseases of his own making if I can tactfully put it that way but he found the strength to go on so he is in this sense a good example.

I don’t want to run to the doctor every ten minutes so a regime of self discipline and moderation will be the theme for the next period.

I am currently preoccupied by my preparation for working on a membership based networking website. The person who I look to to give me encouragement is being very difficult to get hold of in terms of responding to text messages and emails. There may be a good explanation but I realise that although I’m basically a self-sufficient person, I do need encouragement from time to time otherwise I tend to fear the worst. Probably a little bit of paranoia and impatience thrown in. It doesn’t help very much.

I continue to be disgusted by the obvious fraudulent nature of fires in Northern California.   Rows of houses suddenly catching fire and the temperatures involved were twice the normal levels  in a wood based fire. In case you don’t believe me, have a look at a video of one of my sites I subscribe to.

….Scientific papers exist on the use of electrical fields for combustion synthesis in metals and there’s no doubt that focused microwaves or masers are used in DEWs. When you apply microwaves to metals, the oxygen released functions as an accelerant to feed a fire in what’s called “microwave-assisted combustion synthesis”. Significantly, you can’t do this with trees because there’s no metal in trees to create the oxidizing agent to fuel a self-sustaining fire.
Douglas Gabriel interviews Robert Otey, who barely survived the November 6th Camp Fire with his three dogs in the fire near Paradise, CA and whose harrowing video and descriptions of his escape are shared here. Many of his neighbors didn’t make it……