Brian Snellgrove's personal diary

I escaped to our allotment today – anything to make a change from my four walls / computer screen. You may ask – why not walk away? The topic is so fascinating that I cannot wait to see the next chapter of the book of death. By that I mean the death of the human society through lies, bribery, evil of the utmost extreme. You think I am kidding? Watch out for the food shortages which are already hitting us but mainly intended for Africa to kill vast numbers of useless eater through starvation.

Monday morning I leave on my own to spend time with friends, the group I have known for 40 years, and relax. There are topic to be discussed which have arisen and I hope I can deal with them with equanimity.

Someone from the UK won the Euro lotto -a record £186m. If I win I have already worked out what I would do with it. I would give large amounts away and spend the rest on social change and improvement.

Yesterday was the first day of The Bath Festival which lasts a week. There were many – about 60 – musical groups of all types. The quality was variable but everyone was out enjoying themselves. A find that all food and drink is priced way over the top but hey it is an occasion and the money is well earned by those willing to take a risk.  The weather was clear if a little windy.

I went to one of the participating churches ‘St Michael Without’ which was more like a restaurant . there were easy chairs, a servery at the back offering food and drink. Yes, I could tell it was a church because there was an alter. Noisy musicians play at their peril – and the peril of the audience. There are two factors – the acoustics and the echo. Churches are designed for sacred music and for the single voice -sung or spoken.  Everything else like a jazz band is a horrible mess sound-wise.   We escaped to Queen Square and Parade gardens to listen to more music.

We parked at the Odd Down Park and Ride and bused into town. The last bus back is 00.08 so you can have a long evening if you so choose.

So we turn up for day two of the Paulton job. It is a joy to do it but there is a certain lingering of the husband of the customer who died 10 years ago.

We had much to burn so started the bonfire about 11am. The wind was fickle and changed direction in an  unpredictable way.  We heard a shout over the back fence. The woman was incoherent but basically said ‘everyone has their washing hanging out and will have to put it away while you have your fire. You should have the fire after 6pm.  I retorted that the 6pm rule was a myth and that there were no fixed hours for having bonfires. Our local authority asks for reasonable consideration of others (fair enough).

My client went upstairs and said that no one had washing hanging out.   The husband of the complainant then came  round and complained again, trying to use moderate language. (my client is 82 y. old).  They had a lively discussion. My client said others complained about the activities of her grand children so why not adapt. She said that her fires were very rare.  The neighbor to our right offered to support us. The neighbor to the left is a misery, the wife as bad as the husband. The ones opposite were also unpleasant. They said they would report me to the authorities.  I invited them to do so.

It strikes me how boring and meaningless people’s lives are  that they cannot adapt to a small amount of smoke for a couple of hours. Our work was put back so we will have to resume Monday afternoon.

As on Thursday the weather was perfect, even hot, and I drank three cups of tea and then one whole pint of water. Someone said we lose a liter of water an hour during hot weather.

Back home to flop in front of the TV (I suppose it would be foolish to flop behind it). I made a wok of rice, shrimps, mixed vegetables, soy sauce and 3 eggs. It went down well though I admit I stuffed myself.

We shall finally return Monday 2pm to do the bonfire.  Not a lot of money but enough for the gas/elect bill, petrol and the Sky Internet,phone, landline bill.  I wonder what the bills will be in 2025 when they abolish landlines.

We went to do a garden clearing job for a fellow congregant who owns a house in Paulton.  It is a lovely job. Since the passing of her husband ten years ago the garden has not been tended and has become overgrown. The lawn had become a field and all the bushes were over run with ivy and brambles.

We reckon there is about 24 hours work. At a rough guide, you need one day of remedial work per year of abandonment of a garden. We wanted to make a bonfire and here our situation became interesting.  I went to the neighbor on the right as I noticed that there was washing hanging out. That belonged to her daughter and she pro,ised that the washing would be removed. She commented that she did not like bonfires. It was not what she said but the dismissive way she said it. Maybe she does not think much of workers in general.

We lit the fire and it poured out a fair amount of smoke. The neighbor the other side spoke to me over the fence and said that I am not allowed to have bonfires until after 6pm.   This I know is not correct and I told him so. He raised his voice and said that he knew the rules. He clearly did not. I typed in BANES (local council) bonfire times. The first response –It is a common misconception that bonfires must be held after certain hours….

I carried on the fire. He later said that if I did not put it out he would spray the hose on it. I did call him some names. Not nasty ones – I think I called him a sad individual that should be happier – something like that.  He did get his hose out and made a half hearted attempt to spray the fire but the pressure was weak and the attempt flopped. I never saw him again.  My customer told me that he complains about everything – the grand children playing for example. Some are so bitter they are not happy unless they are grumbling about something.

Anyway we did 10 hours between us and will return Saturday to do some more. The weather was lovely with blue sky and a slight wind. Not much rain has fallen which means that the field experiment recently referred to stands a danger of failing without a water supply.

It is in Failand, somewhat South West of Bristol. We set off at 9am and soon encountered monumental traffic jams. We moved one car’s length at a time down a side lane and it took 30 minutes to reach the main road.  I decided to leave the car and walk the mile or so to the show gates. I arrived 20 minutes before the car with its two occupants.

The problem with shows is that the quality and variety of the show depends on the rental charged. There should be two rates – one for community groups and one for commercial groups.  The latter held sway. The coffee bars, Cornish pasties,  Chinese food purveyors attracted long queues throughout the day and certainly made money.  I do not know why it is a one day show when like the Bath and Best show it could have easily been three days. By giving a lower rate to community and religious groups more colour could have been included.

It costs as much in foxed costs to hold a one day show as everything has to be hired and dismantled at the end. The charge for a family was £45. For adults it was £19. So the public, the exhibitors and the trial participants have to pay. I felt that £15 would have been more acceptable.

However there was plant do do. Features included horse and dog trials, and sheep and  cow competitions. There was a noisy drag competition where tractors had to pull a heavy load. Very noisy specially built tractors (or were at one point). Farmers are a special breed. They are inevitably tall and well built and have a certain stance that means that you don’t think of messing with them.

I have a new app on my Android  phone which shows the identity codes of mobile phones in the vicinity.  It can also detect people who have been vaccinated if there are significant amounts of graphene in their system. The maximum number in the range was 161. I do not do well being blasted by microwaves at the best of time.  I mitigated this by going without shoes for the 2.5 hour duration of our visit. It certainly enabled my body to drain away some of the effects.

We left around 2pm and people were still coming in. We visited the previously written Rockaway Park and enjoyed the trip back to the 1970’s.

Home to more Lasagna and chat. I introduced my guest to Long Island Medium’ where the medium gives public demonstrations on the reality of life after death.

An early night. We went to bed at 10 pm and slept through.

The celebrations started at sunrise or what would have been sunrise had we been able to see it. Dancing round the maypole and the like started 7.30 am. Celebrations were held all over the town.

We arrived about 9.30 am. We were joined by a visiting friend from Peterborough.  Sometimes you meet people and there is an obvious ‘click’. You have not met them before but they are familiar to you. No instructions are necessary. You just carry on from where you left off, whenever that was. This was the case with our friend.

We spent some time in the Chalice Well Garden itself where there was entertainment by way of singing and dancing. A plentiful supply of coffee and snacks was on offer.  People as ever were very approachable and I had half a dozen meaningful conversations. One was with an astrologer and writer, another with a dancer, and another from an Estonian lady who I complimented on her demeanor and happiness. Another had headgear in the shape of a ram.

We walked round the town introducing our friend to the main sites and sounds of the unique High Street. We then came across a number of druids, with their faces painted green a la the famous Green Man of old. We returned to Chalice Well for the midday celebration and had a quiet period of meditation for the welfare of the planet and its consciousness.

We finished our visit by a drink at the King Henry, one of the community establishments where it is a genuine pleasure to enter and mingle with like-minded people.

It requires several visits to Glastonbury to appreciate even a small fraction of what goes on.   We did not attempt the Tor as our friend’s back was stiff.

We returned home via Wells and prepared a meal, part of which was a lasagna prepared by our guest. We then sat round a brightly burning fire in the living room, whacked up the temperature by adding many logs, and went into a semi-somnambulent state.

 

Yesterday evening, Thursday, I attended with 23 other men a talk about God and chaos at the Rugby Football club in Frome. It was a so called curry evening prepared by a very good cook who offered a mild chicken curry laced with coconut milk. Delicious. He got a round of applause at the end.

The speaker was James Carey. He earns most of his living income from writing comedy scripts for the BBC but has also written a number of books, all on the Christian theme. He had a remarkable way of bringing the New Testament – actually the whole bible – to life. I forgive him for being a creationist. He was refreshing and knowledgeable about the history of the church.

He talked about people ‘speaking in straight lines’ to each other which I found enlightening. Strange how small a stimulus is needed to help a soul in its journey. He talked about using the name of Jesus in discussions with others and said that few if any people had ridiculed him for so speaking.  He mentioned that Jesus asked 316 questions as reported in the New Testament. That gave me a good clue about how to deal with any controversial subject such as covid, the Ukraine etc.

He is giving another talk in a ‘Water into Wine’ event in Shepton Mallet on Saturday 25th June. Its at the St. Peter and St. Paul’s Church, 7.30 pm, I shall attend that with Francoise.  £10 per head is a bit steep, but maybe I am behind the times.

This weekend we have a visitor called Rosemary.  She is very alive and alert. We will leave early on Sunday to partake of the celebrations in Glastonbury, not only the usual celebrations in Chalice Well, but Mayday celebrations in the town and hopefully a trip up the Tor. When close up it is much larger than it looks so some considerable effort is needed. You have to be fit.  Next time I go up I will count the steps…. No, I have been lazy and looked it up. There are 301.  If you want to be really fit try the 528 steps up to observatory at St Paul’s Cathedral in London.

Monday we go to the North Somerset Show, one of these huge farming/selling/animal judging/ arts and crafts events that you cant even get round in a day. Love it. How to do the bank holiday in style.

09.00 To the men’s Christian group in Wetherspoons. For various reason there were only two of us there but we had a good 50 minute conversation.

I realized (again) that I am sensitive to the openness and the ability to listen of others. When the channels are open I am inspired to bring forth all sorts of ideas that I did not know ‘I’ had. I also get images which I pass on in good faith to the listener. I received the idea of the Whispering Gallery at St Paul’s Cathedral, London. The idea is that when you speak, you listen to the reactions silent or otherwise. This involves silence which most people cannot handle. Question – why not.

10.00 to the coffee morning at my local church (where I have attended very few actual services). There was discussion about the continuing nuisance of the two mentally challenged children of the vicar who are allowed to run round the church during sermons. Sometimes they scream, making it impossible to hear what is being said.  We think the vicar’s wife wears the trousers.  Complaints have been made to no avail.

One of the ladies, Doreen, asked me to come and help her with her garden. I gave her a lift to her house about 10 minutes away on foot. Since her husband died it had not been maintained and was in some dis-repair. She had a ride on mower which she invited me to use and offered to demonstrate it (the first time a female, let alone one over 80 years of age, has offered to demo a mower).  I said yes. I look forward to doing the job and getting it into a condition where she can maintain it herself.

13.30 off to RUH, our local hospital in Bath for my regular eye injection. It was a bit surreal as many were wearing masks both on the bus and in the hospital. In theatre, the comfy bed had been replaced by a chair which tipped back and rather uncomfortably supported my lower back. This new chair had arrived as evidently some of he women found it difficult to get on the old bed as it could not be lowered enough. The men had no such problem. Evidently the men did not like the new arrangement as much as the females.

Down in the staff canteen, at long last patients are being allowed in during meal times (before it was after 4.30 pm)  During Covid it was a strictly staff only rule. I  did not understand this at the time. Covid is either everywhere or nowhere.

I went home via Bath City Centre. I was inevitably drawn to Wetherspoons where I was successfully tempted to  partake of the Managers Special – cod fish and chips for £3.95. That and a decent glass of rose  wine made a total bill of £5.94. Pretty good for a satisfactory meal.

Lovely day today, clear blue sky – a slight chill wind but it was warmer in the center of Bath. Francoise has been in the garden for most of the day.  Tomorrow I must call someone to ask them to resign from an allotment plot (I am the secretary of the Association). This is because we have a rule that 75% of the plot must be cultivated. There are no exceptions even for us on the committee.

I made a cauliflower cheese supper and baked a loaf of bread as we were running low. We avoid buying bread from a shop if at all possible. If a loaf bounces when drooped, it is not worth eating.

The recipe for an enjoyable day out is lovely sunny weather, the right surroundings – in this case the historical ruins of Glastonbury Abbey, an interesting theme and a bunch of intelligent aware people as punters.
The atmosphere was free and joyful with barely a mask in sight.

There were archers’ and jousting demonstrations, plus many stands devoted to making clothes and producing food the old fashioned way. We met some friends there and casually walked around, chatting and catching up on world news.

No question, the ladies made a greater effort to dress the part than the men.

There was  a beer and cider tent where the prices were way above the ordinary but I have to say that the quality of the cider was excellent – nay sparkling.

I returned home and spoke to my son via Zoom in Krabi, Thailand. He is teaching English as a foreign language. We discussed visiting him in December. Covid rules and changing faster than you can keep track. The economy suffers when  country is difficult to enter so Thailand is freeing up the rules week by week. Unless we have another ‘frightener’ e.g. Bird Flu it looks like the regulations will be back to normal by the time I have to book. Who knows.

Trail finders apologized for the failure of their normally immaculate telephone service due to the huge increase in the numbers of people wanting to travel.  I hope that this nightmare ends soon and those responsible for this criminal folly will be arrested and given their due punishment.

I just heard from a friend that his neighbor had returned from a Spanish holiday on a cruise ship. They had both caught covid although all on the ship had been ‘fully vaxxed’. What a farce.  Who would buy a crash helmet that does not protect you in the event of an accident?

Saturday is a day when we go out and about and leave the normal working routine behind. Nearby there is an ‘old skool’ restaurant that’s opened up. It used to be a tea room and shopping unit combined but now the shop (which sells good quality vegetables) has separated from the the restaurant and is in another building. We went in the restaurant briefly and had a look at the menu and found that what it offered it was a trifle expensive. Also the room was rather noisy so we repaired to the shop and bought a few vegetables. The chap behind the bar was the son of the owner and was called Tommy.

He is very keen on good quality food and it was a joy to speak to someone with raised consciousness, indeed who seemed to possess the full spectrum. Next time I must have a longer talk with him. I think he is a Red Pill person. It is depressing that those who have taken the vax have had their immune system compromised so are more vulnerable to first stage disease such has blood clotting and then 2nd stage diseases such as cancer. The ‘vaccination’ is a clever and evil depopulation machine – but try telling that to the vaxxed. Waste of time,

We then went to Hartley’s Kitchen for a breakfast. We had the most delicious porridge I have had for some time and I complimented the chef. He said he uses a special mixture of oats and I believe him. I complimented young lady who bought us the porridge on her very clear and simple tattoos. She had three on one hand, one was a simple little heart. It was another young member of staff their who I reckon was the son of a farmer. He has come first in many competitions well-known in the farming community and was a tall and handsome lad. It was difficult to believe he was only 17. How nice to see good manners among the young.

We then drove to the nearby Rocky Mountain Garden Centre. Being a weekend in a popular time of year the place was crowded with people including many cyclists just dropping in to the neighboring cafe.  I’m so glad to see crowds of shoppers who will hopefully make up for the months of loss of profit. Francoise found some free plastic pots as she tends to do, in order to be planted and given away at a garden fair.

Off to Wells and the market. Again, the town was crowded, we just about found a parking space which is realistically priced at £1 per hour. The centre of Wells is historical and compact, everything is within a couple of 100 meters of everything else so we went through the high street as we usually do and ended up in the market where delicious food is for sale.

At the entrance to the cathedral Gardens a man was playing classical music on a electronic piano. Francoise had previously noted some herbs that she wanted to buy so we must return on the same route.

Inside the Gardens two people were playing musical instruments one was playing a violin and the other guitar and they were singing sea Shanty type songs where you could actually hear the words. And the music was infectious and the woman next to us was dancing. I find very friendly but in the Bishops Gardens they are especially friendly and open and you can talk to anyone. It is regarded as a safe place. Whilst listening to the music I asked the woman behind me who had a dog whether the dog was interested in music and she said no, the dog was watching the children who were playing nearby.

We always try to talk to people in the garden especially as if it looks they might be there for the first time; we met two people from South Wales who were here for the day and they talked about their own allotments and the difficulties and pleasures of planting your own food. Their child was joyously eating a chocolate slice.

I met someone from my church group who said that his father-in-law died two  weeks ago and his wife who was the beneficiary was designated to be the executor. The house of the deceased is full of objects. He was a wood Carver so they were many interesting and useful tools that they are having difficulty finding someone who might be interested in taking them

We then went to a vegetarian restaurant and had a a baked potato and a healthy helping of cauliflower and vegetables.

Off to a garden centre near home. Francoise bought some wooden stakes for her roses, We then went to our local farm and bought our eggs. They are killing chickens by the million in the USA and the idea is to bring about controlled starvation; I hope this madness will not spread to the UK. Those of you that know about the Georgia Guidestones will know that the aim is to reduce the world population to 500 million in other words a 95% cull.

By about 4pm it warmed up quite a lot. We drove home and Francoise did some gardening and I sat watching TV for a bit and then I got on with my daily data entry.

Tomorrow we are off to a medieval fayre in Glastonbury so we shall not be standing in the park as we normally do as the archery competition is at 10:30 and we would like to see it.

This morning Friday I felt like doing … absolutely nothing.  I rose at 7am, cooked a plate of baked beans and fried eggs and then found that I had no impulse to turn on my computer for my usual morning routine.

I sat for close to three hours in the living room. I made a hot water bottle for myself and covered my body with a blanket. I decided that this was the morning when I would let the world go by  and decided to read a light book. This is as near to a complete vegetable state as I can recall being in. Gradually my strength and will returned and around midday I got a burst of energy and returned to my normal self.

The weather.   Snow in Spain yesterday!  The heat of the past days has gone. it is now around 11 degrees C.  Cold wind. Not good for the allotment.

I will vegetate again this evening, this time in front of a log fire. Sad to write this at the end of April but so it is.

 

Last night I went to a talk by the head keeper at Wells Cathedral Gardens.
Normally, a 90 minute slide show would have bored me to death but the voice of the speaker was energizing and enthusiastic so I stayed with it mentally for the duration. We were taken through the history of the cathedral since the 12th century and the modern history of the redesigning of the gardens.

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It is so nice to get away from the computer (fascinating though the daily revelations are) and get out in nature. Today’s job was on the outer north westerly reaches of Radstock, on a new estate and with a lovely view of the surrounding scenery.

Our client was Stephen, a rotund man who makes wonderful milky coffee. He had recently lost his mum, and now lives in the house occupied by her.

Our job was to trim a long hedge, except that it was not a hedge but a collection of shrubs, bushes strung together.  Since they have different growing habits and structures, to trim them was quite a challenge. I find time and time again that I get energized if the client is grateful and appreciative of our labors.  At 77 years of age I am by no means ‘old’ old so I am not as strong as I was in my 40’s but I find the strength – for example to hold a long hedge cutter with a motor above my head and move it against resistance – from the garden itself.

Whilst delivering spoil to the local re-cycle I lost my glasses. How could this be? I was grasping a large stack of small branches and threw them into the skip. I was aware that I was no longer wearing my glasses.  I searched around and was eventually assisted by one of the council staff. We eventually found them. I had dropped them into a bucket between the skip itself and the stairway. What a relief. I only have one pair and the rest are so old that they are scarcely of any use.

I was stiff after 4 hours work. As the season progresses I get fitter and the stiffness disappears. This is the best form of exercise where I have to use my muscles and get paid to do so.

We returned home. I went off to feed my bank account with the takings. Unfortunately the Post Office computer was not working so my transaction could not happen.

Ah well, back tomorrow to try again.

Hi Brian,

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Your new Direct Debit amount.

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So I knew it was going to be more. They are telling me that in spite of being careful the fixed (daily) charges are going up as well as the BTU or KWh. I wonder how many people this will push over the edge.  My old bill was £80.
So the increase is 81%

Well unless I was lucky enough to have installed solar panels where the new rates do not apply I am going to have to work a little harder. A small extra gardening job will do it each month.

Today we did our first major gardening job of the year. Clearing ivy is not romantic but pulling a strand off walls is therapeutic. I use my lawn mower as a ground cleaner which speeds things up greatly. We worked at a farm. Farmers wives are a tough breed. They have to be. It is more difficult to work profitably at farming. She told me the cost of fertilizers have gone up four times. Anyway, 7 hours work was good and in the sunshine. I felt stiff but this will reduce when my fitness increases.   It always does as the season progresses.

Why ‘Bank’ holidays? they don’t have them in most other countries including France and USA.

In the UK we owe our statutory bank holidays to John Lubbock, first Baron of Avebury, scientific writer (who studied ants and tried to teach his poodle to read), banker and politician and who, in 1871, drafted the Bank Holiday Bill which, when it became law, created the first bank holidays. The first meaning of holiday in the Oxford English Dictionary is: A consecrated day, a religious festival, (now usually written holy-day ).

We arose lazily and I had a good breakfast of Wheatabix now renamed ‘Bixies’. At least two  cups of coffee do I have in the morning accompanied by toast and marmalade. I’m not supposed to be on a regime that includes sugar and unfortunately there was too much sugar in the marmalade so I experienced an acid stomach. I never know when the balance is going to be tipped. I suffered accordingly but it soon passed.

We decided to visit the allotments over which I preside. About six tenants were working away industriously. In the recent winds, one of the sheds blew over and landed several yards from the original position. I got three other people to help me put it back again. There is not much of it left but at least it has a roof.

We decided to repair to Wetherspoons. I get an occasional desire to have a glass of Guinness accompanied by a double shot of whiskey. Francoise kindly bought the round. I was surprised at  the price which was a couple of pounds more than I had calculated. As it happened the bartender misheard  when Francoise ordered a cider thinking she wanted a whole pint when in fact she had ordered a half. I queried this in a friendly and joking way. I was given a refund and we all went on our way. Part of the problem was that the bartender was busy and during our transaction he was distracted by questions from other staffers.

We sat in the outdoors area in the sun and enjoyed the fact that we had nothing to do. Whilst at the bar, I spotted a sign ‘managers special’ offering a sirloin steak and chips for £4.99. I was very tempted to have some so after some prevarication I finally gave in. As it happened the steak was very good and well cooked. There were no frills just a steak and chips nothing else but I’m not complaining as it was a meal in itself. Francoise had a curry. We spent some more time doing nothing. The only trouble with eating outside is that the breeze cools down the food at a faster rate than I was able to eat it.

I reflected that a restful break from routine doesn’t have to involve anything fancy but simply giving oneself a pause from the feeling of obligation of having to do something.

We still have to take advantage of our ‘two for one’ rail pass which I bought in July last year.

During the afternoon I flicked through some TV channels on the European cultural channel ARTE and found a dissertation about Moliere, a playwright actor and philosopher’s who changed the course of the history of drama in France and had a very strong relationship with Louis the 14th. This year  being the 400th anniversary of his birth, is being celebrated throughout France and it is one of those occasions when I would like to go over and see a play. Most of them (37) are Comedy dramas.

The rules about lockdown and mask wearing and access to public places are much stricter in France so the chances of our going there while the present conditions prevail are almost zero apart from the fact that Francoise doesn’t have a French passport at the moment which she would need to travel.

Funny, a day which starts of with no plans ends up being full.

This card was received from my sister for Easter day (today). Credit to her for originality of approach and thought-provoking material.

I woke up slightly after 2 a.m. this morning, and repaired to the living room where I sometimes sleep when I am restless. I flicked through some TV programmes and having found nothing of interest decided to sleep. Shortly after 7 am I had a dream of myself in a shop of cakes. The people in the shop were friendly and welcoming. I was tempted to have one-but even in my sleep I realised that I could not eat them because I was missing my upper denture. Funny that this inhibited me even in my dream because in real life I need my dentures to eat properly.

Easter Sunday dawned with a little bit of fog that soon dispersed and we were presented with another day was blue skies. We had a thought of going to the flea market at Cheddar where we often go on Sunday morning but decided that this would not be right for such an important occasion. I felt the time I’m going to look after myself doing all the little tasks that I do not normally have time or the inclination to do. Francoise was in the garden doing the sort of things you do in the spring, tidying and clearing.

Our lunch consisted of artichoke hearts and dips with some pink champagne followed by cauliflower cheese and baked potatoes for the main course. I had a little bit of meat, Francoise had fish. We then had a cheese course and some yogurt. Francoise told me that at her Christmas lunches in France they would finish by having champagne and would start with an aperitif.

By the time we finished it was about 3 p.m. That we did some binge watching TV and then various tasks in the garden. In years gone by I would have attended church on this day but I am becoming slowly disillusioned about the church, i.e. the Church of England.  I cannot get my head around the fact that the Archbishop of Canterbury has asked everyone to get the vaccine ‘for their neighbor’s sake’. This is just ignorance on his part.

I made one or two goodwill calls to a couple of people but we spent most of the day in glorious silence albeit with some music from Notre Dame cathedral playing in the background – thanks to internet radio. I wonder when the cathedral will finish it’s rebuilding. I understand that it will be open for worship in 2024 but it will take much longer, up to 20 years for full repair of the roof, spire, and parts of the stone vaulting that fell through to the main sanctuary.

We are not hungry enough to have supper.

This is the first day of the Long bank holiday lasting from today Friday until next Monday evening. Currently the skies are clear and as you would expect the sky is blue as it normally is without clouds.  Without the atmosphere reflecting sunlight it would actually be black.

Today we met a new friend and I had the privilege of giving her a reading. We had only met one time before a few days ago and yet we were both familiar to each other, usual for those who have met in a past existence. There is no need for explanations or introductions. There is no sense of time. As a bonus she got on very well with Francoise my wife.

It was obvious that she was ready for one of my ‘psychic specials’. I have noticed over the years that if someone has given of themselves to others I am very glad to give a complementary reading to them and this was one such case. I did the usual Chakra and energy readings and the male and female ratios and I noticed that the female Reading was 4% extant. This normally means sudden trouble in earlier life.

I asked her about her mother or should I say I did a reading on her mother and found a huge disturbance which was clearly in need of healing. She became emotional and Francoise held her hand. It did not matter that the mother has passed. The so-called dead need healing just as much if not more so than the living because in a way they are helpless. I have the ability to reach then as if they were next door.

I perform energy measurements before and after doing healing and found an increase in her female element from 4% to 43% which basically meant that a dam had been broken and an unfortunate situation that had been going on for the best part of 43 years was now resolved. Using standard counseling techniques it would have probably taken hours but the beauty of healing is that things can be achieved quickly if the client is open.

I am taking four days off from my Covid reporting and researching work, which involves entries into my website. The next 4 days are days ‘for me’ not for selfish reasons but for reasons of self-regard, the opposite of being selfish. I need to pay attention to my body and the number of things that can go wrong or degrade.

Last week I put an ad in the local paper for gardening and got 3 replies. I have got two of the jobs and we’ll probably get the third. My aim is to maintain my funds at the same level which means earning enough money to pay for the council tax, water bill, car tax, electricity and gas bill, and sky TV which together comes to around £450 per month. That just over £100 p.w. which these days is not bad. These costs are relatively fixed. In addition, we need to pay for fuel which is an increasingly expensive item and also food of which I can say the same.

Age does come in to my considerations as to what I can do. I can perfectly well operate a chainsaw, and the various evil cutting instruments that I have but I have to be more careful about heights so whenever I go up a ladder I make sure someone is holding the ladder. I will also think about what I am about to do rather than rushing around too much. In other words, holding a margin of safety. There is no way I’m going to end up in hospital.

I try not to make an entry unless there is something interesting or different to report. Last weekend I went to Peterborough to see an old friend. She is over 80 years of age and has severe back trouble. She has a walker frame which she uses to get around as well as she can, but in going across the Courtyard of the old people’s home where she lives, she was in so much pain that she had to take morphine. In spite of that I noticed there was never a complaint or any trace of self-pity. She is of exceptionally sharp mind if not a bit absent-minded but is most definitely ‘all there’ as we say.

Was a pleasure to meet her and those looking after her who happened to be of the same ilk. It is interesting how like attracts like and that includes a carer.

I can describe Peterborough as one of the most boring and Soulless cities in the UK. I did however visit a very large allotment with about 160 plots and that was an island of peace amidst characterless 1960s housing estates. My friend who is disabled actually has an allotment and has worked out which parts of her are functional, in the right leg in this case , and she can partially dig if someone else takes out the weeds. I enormously admire her courage and her enterprise; many others would have given up some time ago.

We visited a place in Northamptonshire where I was able to meet many old friends, I call them my ‘tribe’, and we had reminiscences going back almost 50 years. One of my friends has a farm or should I say some open pasture that they have converted into a type of farm with geese,  hens etc and they live an entirely rural life and are indeed planning to go off-grid. That is a very good idea if you can get your electrics right.

When we drive home to Somerset we avoid using the M4 motorway and go cross country. It is slightly less economical on petrol but it’s made up for by the absence of traffic and lovely scenery. Ok you get the odd motorist who decides to go slowly not to mention farm equipment and with double lines you cannot overtake. I suppose that’s part of the joy of living in the countryside. Trees coming into bud gave a therapeutic pleasure. We arrived home Monday evening.

We had done 355 miles over 5 days which is not bad. My Volvo loves long distances and the petrol consumption is very good (ghastly at suburban driving speeds).

It does take some time to adjust to being home. After a couple of days I’m really at home and getting back to what I laughingly call normal. When I am away, the entries that must be done on my covid site fall behind so I have to spend an extra few hours catching up. I should not use the word ‘must’ as it is a self-imposed task to keep a Samuel Pepys type record of this last two and a bit disastrous years.

I maintain four sites.  I don’t get paid for any of it. I do it for love and for the possibility of increasing public awareness. I’ve never seen so much evil extant and people seemingly are indifferent to it so the pressure is always on. I will do it until the Internet is switched off or curtailed. Someone down the line my site may be removed but as a re-publisher I would not be in the first line of threat .

I went to see an amazing chiropractor yesterday, I went to see her because of my stomach but it became obvious that she had a great understanding of the human body in general and how it functions. I was there for just over 2-hours and it really seem like half an hour. How time flies if you are enjoying yourself or should I say being fully occupied.

I have started to read a couple of books by C.S. Lewis. One of them is called How to be a Christian. Some of the references are a bit dated because they was written in the post-war period, The points left me with a feeling that the basic essentials of life and living do not change.

I have definitely benefited from a few days away from our home surroundings. I don’t have to do anything spectacular or expensive, it’s just that any change gives me a different set of stimuli and I am refreshed by that.  Time away from the computer is very good.

 

 

Last night and early this morning I was seriously questioning my ability to stay on this mortal plane. Food I had digested would not go down, I feel sick and listless without any energy. This morning I could not get out of bed and felt very cold. As I write this in the evening I’m glad to say that my spirits have been restored but it was an interesting journey.

I thought my heart was going to give up. Last Night the blood pressure reading was 210/110. This morning it had moderated somewhat to 170/91. At 8 this evening it has gone down to 158 / 82. I was on the point of thinking that I had to go to hospital but then I would be seen that as a potential covid patient because I’m the wrong age and I would have been kept there and would not have come out.

The sensitivity that I have is a good and a bad thing or should I say it has its advantages and disadvantages. I’m very sensitive to the the thoughts of others irrespective or distance. By the same token I must also at some level be aware of astrological changes not to mention the world situation. If that is combined with a need to make a change in behaviour, move forward and upward for example, then we have The Perfect Storm. The heart of course is at the centre of it. Matters of the heart not matters of the head.

An additional factor is my life style which due to my work with covid involves much sitting at the computer. Discovering new aspects of this is quite addictive but i have to manage to create at least some sort of balance between work and play.

I don’t know what was involved  but it wasn’t pleasant but now I feel like I’ve gone through some sort of barrier and I’m back to my normal form.

I came across this wonderful meme which sums up the whole problem of human nature.

This morning I went to our local men’s Christian group and dour of us were seated having our breakfast in Wetherspoons to sort out the problems of the world. You never know what is going to happen. We started off talking about swearing and abuse and how each one of us copes with it.

The conversation soon turned to the economic situation, the rise in petrol prices, council tax, gas and electricity and I opined that more people were going to attend food banks. Unbeknownst to me, opposite me sat a person who has had some experience of food banks. There is much more to this service than meets the eye. You can’t just have spare food on display and invite people in from the street to take what they want. My companion gave the example of someone who drove up up.in a decent car, took what they wanted, and left without a word.

The key thing is to have a filter, a voucher that people have to present in order to qualify for their food. The idea is to give people enough for a family to provide breakfast lunch and supper for 3 days. The standard box of food is designed for this purpose. In order to get a voucher you have to go to Social Services, Citizens Advice Bureau or someone competent to assess your situation. On balance I feel this is a discipline that should be observed.

The act of giving out the food parcel can be an opportunity for Christian testimony in the way that it is given and the caring shown. The challenge is if the service be of such a disposition that they they can educe trust in the visitor and are thus seen as a potential source of advice. There is no act too simple for love to be expressed.

I said that some people would be put off off by having to admit they were poor and so should not have the voucher system but this is outweighed by the fact that some people are just plain and simple greedy and will take what they can on. For the four centres that my friend knows about there are about 60 volunteers. Any scheme needs volunteers and if you don’t have the volunteers you cannot provide the service.

End of story.

 

I have just returned from a visit to my dentist and as I type my mouth is still numb. Yesterday I had an impression taken for a lower plate. Today I went along to have it fitted and have 3 teeth removed. After a pain injection, the removal of 3 teeth plus the insertion of the new plate was 90 seconds I kid you not. My teeth were in such bad condition that two of them had holes right through. I was told off for not using fluoride toothpaste which apparently repairs some of the damage.

The universality of thought is something that Mike Adams, The Health Ranger, I can you wholeheartedly recommend this video to you as an instrument of self healing and a catalyst to realising our important part in Society.

Last Sunday we had our usual Wetherspoons Sunday breakfast – porridge and coffees £1.99 – followed by our Standing the Park meeting at 10 am as people do all over the country and for all I know all over the world. There were about 8 of us. We meet, new things to discuss. Normally at least one person turns up for the first time and they are warmly welcomed.

We then went along to Glastonbury to celebrate the the equinox in Chalice Well. As usual, there was an exceptionally good atmosphere where you could talk to anyone and be accepted for who you are. Oh that this could be extended to society in general. It is now full of Fear. Today I hear that North Somerset where I live as one of the highest levels of covid. All it means is that they have turned up the number of cycles – probably from 24 to 40 – in what is basically a fraudulent and discredited PCR test.

After that we popped into a festival of old cars at Downside Abbey which I think will become more famous as more events are arranged there.

Tuesday morning at 9 a.m. I had my first appointment of two with the dentist who took an impression. I was told I had 3 teeth which there was no hope of saving so now I have nearly a full plate at the top and will have a half plate at the bottom. Lucky to have found such a competent dentist otherwise I really don’t know in what condition my teeth would be in by now. However, I am 77 years of age, and I suppose I must make some allowances for degradation.

Later on in the day I had an endoscopy at the RUH in Bath. First of all I demanded or should I say asked for sedation but I did not realise that when the endoscope is placed via the nose rather than via the mouth the normal gag reflex is avoided. All they do is to spray your nose and throat to numb you up so it is not quite so uncomfortable. The staff were very helpful and encouraging.

At the end of the procedure which lasted about 10 minutes I got a written report from the supervising doctor together with coloured pictures of my esophagus.

I reckon to do this privately would cost me about £500 so while the health service is still in existence I proposed to take advantage of it.

Today I cleared up one of the plots that had been vacated on my allotment. On my return home I got a a very nice letter from someone who wanted an allotment. I wrote to her saying that I had prepared the allotment for her but it was not part of my conscious thinking process. I just love it when things go right timing -wise. Anyway she is viewing the allotment tomorrow and if she wants it she can have it.

It has been so pleasant to have a sunny relatively warm period pf time. The week is set to be sunny with no rain and this makes a wonderful environment for outdoor activity. I shall soon start to advertise for gardening work. I must make some preparation for the higher price of petrol, higher council tax rates and higher gas and electricity prices.

I estimate the overall increase in expenditure has got to be about £1,500, 2000 dollars to my American readers

And so we have to paddle to stay in the same place.

 

Chard in Somerset must be one of the least exciting places to stay but we found ourselves there in a very charming bed and breakfast as we were desiring a short break from sitting in front of the computer plus all the other excitement that Midsomer Norton can bring. We left last Friday week in incessant rain and ended up at Lyme Regis where the wind and the rain was so bad that most shops were closed. In the good old British way we made the best of things. After battling in the wind we left to meet the very charming Chinese lady who ran the B and B.

It is a relief to see that mask wearing has diminished as we observed in the high street. Chard is actually part of the A30 which runs through the High Street. A record number of clarity shops were in view. I bought some very nice waterproof trousers for £10 and two sets of stamps from around the world for £5.

On Saturday we visited Seaton which is on the coast.  The weather was sunny and dare I say warmer. The beach was unremarkable but we found a wonderful old Tramway which has been kept going for the benefit of tourists. It runs for about 3 miles through some marshes and was a link used by trains from London so that people could come and enjoy the coast. This was from Victorian times and onwards to the closure at the Beeching cuts in the 1960s.

No visit to the seaside would be complete without a good old portion of fish and chips and we had such at an old-fashioned cafe at the end of the tram line. The trams were 100 years old at least. The upstairs section was  open but the downstairs were also open meaning plenty of room for the wind to blast across.

Petrol has shot up in price. My car costs about £115 to fill up and being a Volvo it is more thirsty on short distances. Combined with the 33% increase in electricity and gas from April, plus the increase in council tax, and I must go out and do more gardening work to pay for it.

 

 

I have held off a few days to fully contemplate the passing of a person I have known for 45 years. We journeyed up via Avebury avoiding the M4 and I paid my respects to the ancient stones. In some way I feel they comprise an advanced communication system, otherwise such stones would not be placed in strategic places throughout the world.

The funeral occasion (I will not say ‘service’ for reasons given later) was due to start 2pm but we turned up before 1pm. The body was on view in the living room in a casket. I did not want to see it as I preferred to remember the person as I knew them in life.  There were about a hundred of us. Half of them were a younger generation that I had never seen before never mind knew the name of.  Some others

had not met for 3o years and had difficulty recognizing. Most of the time over sandwiches was spent catching up. It was a jolly occasion with everyone dressed as they normally would. Only one person wore black.

At 2pm the four coffin bearers took the casket to a garden area where an immaculately dressed grave had been dug. Boards were placed over the pit and the casket laid on it. By this time it had been closed.

Anyone who wanted to could say a few words – some said many words – about the life of the deceased and what it had meant to them. This lasted about 30 minutes. Particularly emotional were the youngsters who had looked to the deceased as a role model.  There was praise for his inclusivity – opening his home to all and sundry and doing what he could for everyone.

The casket was them laid to rest with the aid of white ribbons. People then threw pieces of soil down in the grave as a symbol of saying a final good bye.

We then returned to the house for refreshment. There was a marquee in the garden where drinks of all types were waiting. People just helped themselves. I had a couple of glasses of champagne with orange juice.  Later on at about 6pm some Indian food was served. We left about 10 pm after many goodbyes and ‘see you soon’.

As I believe in life after death, or should I say the continuity of life I should mention that when I heard of the passing I felt no sense of loss. It’s like the individual concerned has changed their job or moved up to a higher level to continue their work. I found the same when my own son died at the age of 3. There was a change in atmosphere but no ‘loss’ as such. I have been aware of him being around from time to time. Someone suggested that he may have been instrumental in helping me meet my wife. Who knows.

It is ages since I have been to a funeral. Six years ago I went to one such occasion, a close friend of Francoise. I did not attend the service but stood outside as we arrived late.  The mood was chatty and friendly. After we went to a wake in a local pub in Haverstock Hill. For this funeral the protocol is to wear what you feel comfortable with. I breathed a sigh of relief as i dont do suits or ties come to that.

This time, we need to go to a place near Banbury. The forecast is for rain, which is a pity as the casket will be bought out and displayed for an hour or so. I hope there is cover.  I am very tired and a bit worn out by so much data entry on my covid site (www.covid-unmasked.net) so we will make a bit of a break out of it and stay overnight at a hotel, Day’s Inn as it happens, with a bargain rate of £33 per night. Premier Inns where we usually stay are currently £80 per night as are most other hotels.  Our hotel has no restaurant but there is one in the adjoining Service Station on the M40.

We shall visit the nearby Royal Leamington Spa Sunday morning, a town that I do not recall visiting.

This morning I met for a breakfast meeting with my men’s group.  The venue is in Wetherspoons. There were five of us. The conversation normally starts with trivia and then moves on in a manner dictated by the mood of the moment. This time I started the ball rolling by bringing up the topic of the forthcoming funeral.  We discussed the importance of closure. Ian Rousell who is the minister of the near by church of St. Peters in Westfield discussed whether it was a good idea to view the body.

He agreed with me when I said I would prefer to remember the person as they were when they were living. As I am meeting many people that I have not met for years, it will be a time for updating, plus reconciliation and closure where necessary and indeed where possible.

The ‘war’ in the Ukraine gives everyone a chance to divert from Covid and make everyone afraid about a possible forthcoming war. It’s about time people realised that we are in a war and the was is against us, the people. Klaus Schwab talks of the ‘Fourth Industrial Revolution’. He might as well talk of the Fourth Reich for that is what it is. The Nazis never went away; they were just exported to the USA and other countries where they continued their work.

Written early January 2022

An inordinate amount of time has passed since I wrote my last entry. My wife and I are basically well but I’m affected with teeth trouble or should I say lack of them, when a couple of teeth on my top gum gave up the ghost and I have had to have a complete classical template made.

We take our teeth for granted but try eating food without them. I know someone without teeth whose gums have become so hard that he can eat any food but I don’t think I’m going to join that number just now.

Covid continues in its craziness. Boris is talking about locking down the whole country because of one or two fake variants called Omicron which by the way is an anagram of moronic. I am expecting another one in April. Covid is the code name for a five year plan of frightening others, so I expect one frightener after another until everyone has had the vaxx.

The amount of data being released each day involving covid exceeds my ability and energy to make a record of it on my covid site which in case you didn’t know is is www.covid-unmasked.net. I therefore have to pick out articles that make fresh points, or articles that give a particular new insight into the whole matter. There are no lack of them.

Fascinating that people may acknowledge that there are a number of the vaccinated who are dying and suffering from having had the so-called vaccines and then blindly go and make their booking for a booster.

Cognitive dissonance Plus. Even doctors and nurses cannot make the connection between the vaccines and the rapidly increasing deaths.

I am convinced that instead of just talking about the topic and complaining that the government are misleading people we need to  gather together in groups and actually help each other along the way by giving support.

For the last two Fridays I have had a support group at my place and we are seeing signs of growth. Last time we had seven people and the next time I hope to have a dozen.

later on 17th February 2022

I am now ready to resume my diary. I am not sure what form it will take. ‘The pen is mightier than the sword’ as they say so we will see what comes out.

 

I have been away for a few days. We went to stay at Premier Inn (East)  in Plymouth. The town itself is historically a naval establishment with deep harbors which was why it was chosen. There are no sandy beaches within about half an hour’s travel so you would need a pretty good reason to go to Plymouth which in our case was to see my friend Steve and his wife.

We visited an art gallery which is the Pride of Plymouth called The Box, to which I would recommend anyone on account of its vivid portrayal of local history particular with regard to naval history. During my time there we had lunch. We sat next to four people in a family group. One of them, a male of about 50, had the most amazing presence. He combined a great objectivity of reasoning and observation with compassion. It was my wish to speak to him and in a way congratulate him on being an example of a good human being but I was slightly put off because there were three other people with whom he was engaged in an animated conversation. I do do outrageous things but this was possibly a step too far.

I was particularly struck because I realized that although he had not said anything to me or made eye contact he had made a considerable impression which lingered through the day. I realized (again) how important consciousness was.

Premier Inns I cannot praise highly enough. The bedrooms feature comfortable mattresses and a quiet environment. Breakfast is to die for. You can have all you can eat, and quite a lot took full advantage of this, for £9.99 If you just wanted a continental breakfast which in itself was quite substantial, £7.99 also by cheerful waitresses For Whom nothing was too much trouble. Photograph we went to Totnes and I went to an appointment with a  recommended doctor who is also a traditional acupuncturist. I’ve been sleeping badly in recent months and the doctor thought this was due to lack of B12 for which he gave me a shot. He took my blood and it will be sent to a clinic for examination to see if there are any defects in my nutrition or system.

Totnes is definitely something special. It’s a combination of Glastonbury and London in the 1960s. It’s easy to talk to anyone; the level of acuity and and abstract thinking is very high. Whilst there I wanted to get my hair done but the two barbers that I went to both said that they only took bookings by apps. I was annoyed by this – what about people have no fancy mobile phones or just a casual passer by.

I also visited another establishment called the freedom Centre to meet a charismatic lady called Bonita who gives people total immersion courses for healing using various types of instruments such as spooky 2, Bemer etc. You book in for the week and are given what treatment you need to make you balanced and happy. Charges were very reasonable.

Until I lay down on my bed on the first evening of arrival I did not realise how tired I was and one of the functions of the last few days was to make me realise that I did in fact need a holiday. It is true that I have been working almost every day for the past 2 years with very little break but I do enjoy what I do do. It is almost a handicap when your spirit drives you so strongly that you tend to forget you have a body and I must try and spend more time walking, communing with nature and allowing it to heal me.

From the 5G point of view there is some in Plymouth but it didn’t affect me nearly so much as my recent trip to Bristol which pretty much laid me out as I’ve previously recorded.

The journey by car to and from Plymouth took about 2 hours 20 minutes and we were attended by lovely weather. OK there were sunny periods and showers but it was warm for the time of year anywhere between 12 and 15 degrees centigrade.

On my return I did not know who I was so I gave myself 24 hours to ‘arrive’ and now I am back on my computer with the inevitable list of ‘things to do’.

Yesterday Saturday the 30th of October we decided on an impulse to visit Bristol and see an exhibition on the history of street art. As it happens we did not make the exhibition due to it being full but we did have a chance to walk around Bristol, jumping between the showers, to see how things were.
Many more people than we expected were wearing the masks. Maybe they have just  into the Habit and see it as a security blanket. I wonder how many times people put the same mask on and off. It is more like a a virus manufacturing factory or a petri dish than anything else if you consider the the product of of the nose and mouth being confined in a small space.

The main thing I noticed was the effect of 5G go on me. I am not used to this in rural somerset. I can tell when there’s high activity as I get prickles in my head and it feels like my body is being scraped with a wire brush. We had to escape after a few hours because I couldn’t take it anymore. It brings a type of heaviness to the body that dulls the senses and makes me feel less like me. How on earth people put up with this I do not know.

We did visit an art gallery where there was a photographic exhibition. You now have to get a ticket even though the exhibition is free. This is being introduced all over the place and is all designed in my opinion to work with passports that identify everything you do do including where you go and who you meet with.

We also visited my favorite restaurant, Cosmo, which is a buffet style ‘all you can eat’ establishment where I was happy to pay £12.99 for a Saturday lunch. It was good and the service excellent. To those of you not used to a buffet situation, I recommend that frequent visits and small taster plates are the way to go. I hope the threatened lockdown does not put another spanner in the works.

With reference to be above, I wonder what sort of protection will be available for our DNA when 5G increases its hold, never mind the umpteen thousands of satellites that are blasting 5G at us 24/7. Alas there is no getting away from it.

My inbox always greets me with the latest slew of developments in the roll out and manifestation of the so called ‘vaccine’ – actually a bio-weapon for the compromise of our immune system. It varies from day to day but here is this morning’s selection of headlines:

Just sickening, these I’m All Right Jacks clamouring for Plan B

It’s shameful using Colin Powell’s death to demonise anti-vaxxers

The Covid testimony of Dr Peter McCullough – Part 4: Malfeasance and abusing Mother Nature

TV’s Dr Hilary Jones: Compensate vaccine victims promptly

The biggest church demolition job since Henry VIII

Big Pharma Owns the World

The Vaccine: A Religious Exemption for the Whole World

The Covid Conspiracy Is Real and It Has US in Its Grasp

America Is Now a Kleptocrapocracy

It’s Time To Disobey Covid Mandates

J’Accuse! The Gene-Based “Vaccines” Are Killing People.

Common Vaccine Injection Mistake Can Kill Heart Muscle Cells

Ivermectin for Colorectal Antitumor Properties

Move Over, SARS-CoV-2 – More Lethal Version on Its Way

“…we see clotting – not from virus, but from spike from the vaccine itself…”

Food rationing to be announced in America… here’s what to expect in 2022

Vaccination Rates Not Linked to Lower COVID Rates, Epidemiology Paper Finds

Please note that the above list is half of the news feeds received between 10pm last night and  8am this morning.

For unknown reasons my burden is to archive all these manifestations of doom ‘for the record’, or posterity, so that when and if this madness is over we can look back and wonder what hypnotised us in to accepting such a situation.

Do you not get the message that something so serious is afoot that the future of homo sapiens is at stake. If we go on at this rate there will not be any humans left by 2030?

How are we supposed to keep up our morale?

I have part  of the answer.   When I wrote the above I had not left the house since the previous evening.  I went out for a comfort food breakfast which involved going through a field. I felt immediately lifted. I reckon a large part of the answer is to develop a relationship with nature. Nature is like a wise and loving friend. Do you believe that trees speak to you? if not, why not. They are sentient. They communicate with each other so why not with us.

A friend of Francoise (my wife) met someone in her painting class who likes embroidery. The friend invited her to her house to enjoy the craft together. Only one problem – the friend is a firm believer. She has had her two jabs and the booster. She saw on the media that the number of ‘cases’ is increasing so it is no longer safe to go to Bath. Will the friend shed the products of her compromised immune system to Francoise? Probably not but its the fear that is difficult to live with.

This ‘pandemic’ or ‘casedemic’ is certainly dividing people.

From now on I shall be writing about the world as I see it from the Christian point of view including self development and how I see the whole co**vid thing. Day to day matters are less important especially as another fake lockdown comes upon us. If there is one sure thing, we are all going to suffer with deaths, restrictions and shortages this winter. I write from the UK.

I attempt to read the bible – or at least a commentary – each day.  I received a good message via the Internet on the topic of suffering.

I find the bible is good source of in-spiration and the message below sums up what our attitude should be very eloquently

Why Can We Hope in the Midst of Suffering?

Based on the following verses, we discover the Bible instructs to have hope in suffering because:

Our sufferings are “light and momentary” and “are achieving for us an eternal glory” (2 Corinthians 4:17). Paul reassures that when viewed from eternity, our pain will appear short-lived.

God is with us through every trial. “Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our troubles…” (2 Corinthians 1:3-4).

Suffering produces a mature faith. “Consider it pure joy, my brothers and sisters, whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith produces perseverance. Let perseverance finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything” (James 1:2-4 NIV).

Christ gives us His peace. “I have told you these things, so that in me you may have peace. In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world” (John 16:33 NIV).

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Last night – Wednesday 20th October 2021 – I attended a local history evening at a local village, Oakhill. The whole was carefully and meticulously presented and I enjoyed it.  The one horror story was that the majority of those attending wore masks. Not the pathetic blue ones  but industrial sized fairly air-tight masks which must reduce oxygen intake and prevent exhalation of carbon dioxide by at least 10%. I saw a lady who could hardly stand – the must have been about 80, struggling to breathe. What torture these people are enduring and for why.

 

 

 

Yesterday Friday I was called by an old contact to come along to a lecture about 5G. The venue was in Dorset but only 40 minutes from our home so we thought ‘why not’.

About 50 of us gathered in a light (too light as it turned out) and modern village hall to hear the speaker (I will not name him) talk about aspects of 5G

The talk was given by a mechanical engineer of 20 years standing. It’s one thing  knowing about a subject but it is quite another getting it across to a group of people. It was quite clear from one glance that the audience was knowledgeable. If I had been a lecturer I would have started by some interaction asking where the audience was from and what interest they had in 5G

He started off in a hesitant fashion. He had a rather small projector which unfortunately wasn’t capable of focusing. I believe that the lens was dirty. All lenses need cleaning from time to time, but also that the projector was very ancient. My eyesight is fairly good but I could not read anything beyond the headline of the screen and had this lecturer been less concerned with what he could see on his laptop and more concerned with what was on the screen behind him the the talk would have taken a different turn.

It is not quite the English thing to interrupt a speaker during the first minutes of his talk but it was quite clear that we would not be able to rely on anything we saw on the screen or did not see on the screen and this put a damper on the proceedings.

The first law is to make sure your projector is setup and working properly. Please arrive in good time. This enables you to set up and then meet with the public and engage with them.

He also did not have a remote control. He was standing between the projector and the screen and interrupting half the image that was to be seen by the audience. It was extraordinary that no one had told him about this. I would have done so but I do hate to be the one who is always complaining.

Some people have voices that are just plain dull and monotonous. I said to someone outside that if I wanted a cure for sleeplessness I would listen to him. It was also clear that he had not prepared his talk and he was going to and fro  finding references instead of there being a flow.

Someone said to me that if you try to appeal to everybody you appeal to nobody. I am sure that that most of us knew as much as he did and so we became progressively more bored. I dropped off to sleep at one point.

I eventually escaped outside and found about half a dozen other people who felt the same. We had a wonderful chat and found we have a lot in common. Francoise and myself met another couple with whom I shall correspond and meet with in the future.

I have received recent correspondence from a long term friend whose husband has recently taken the ‘jab’. This is an extract from her letter to me.

Fact is – how are we going to win this war if people are not standing together? We get cyber bullying over this. My daughter had her vaccines and have thick veins showing on her legs now. My husband still has blood clots. His upper body gets warm and lower body cold, but one may not dare to say it is because of the vaccination.

He also denies it but me and my son can see the quality of his life is not the same. We can just pray that the blood of Jesus will cleanse them and run through their veins.

To which I replied:

The sooner that people realise that this is a devilish plan to get people to kill themselves the better. Vitamin C and D and zinc may do it but alas their DNA has been changed.

I do not envy doctors, scientists or anyone else in positions where covid is involved. If they speak out, they will  be censored or fired. This means that they will lose their career, their livelihood and their pension. By keeping silent they are accepting their 30 pieces of silver. No wonder, they anesthetize themselves. The problem will come this winter when the effects of the first round of vaccines will hit home i.e. lots of people will die.

Covid is a plan, a brand with a 5 year life span. Governments throughout the world including us in the UK are prolonging this by keeping the fear ramped up so the public will content again to go into ‘lockdown’, or wear masks indoors, or other nonsense. Covid is the tail, the governments are the body of the dog.  Covid has been chosen as an invisible ‘frightener’.

The phrase ‘frighten people out of their minds’ rings true. I reckon people would amputate their big toe if told that that would keep them safe. The ‘vaccine’ neither prevents infection or stops its transmission but people behave like obedient robots and do what they are told.

Here in Midsomer Norton there are very few awake people.  We know of about four. I am sure there are more around but apart from standing in a park how do you meet them.  I have sympathy for those standing up for body sovereignty who live on their own.  OK you have ZOOM meetings and social media but its not the same. Proximal contact face to face cannot be beaten. We are social animals and – by the way – part of nature.