Brian Snellgrove's personal diary

Today, I had to go to hospital for a scan of my stomach to make sure that nothing untoward was going on. I parked at the park-and-ride in Odd Down south of Bath and waited and waited for a bus that I was assured went every half an hour by a driver in another bus. I waited in vain in the lovely sun and eventually went to the centre of Bath by another bus and caught a connecting bus to the hospital.

Many arrangements have been made for social distancing.  On the bus, you can only sit on one seat in a row and the rest is cordoned off with warning signs. At the bus station, they are not allowing people to get off the bus because of the said social distancing and so buses have to alight about 100 yards away adjacent to the car park. They then do another turn round the block and come in to Dorchester Street  or bus station itself to pick up passengers.  There were very few people to pick up anyway and it is not uncommon to be the only person on a bus.

Anyway I arrived at the hospital at 12:05 for 12:15 appointment. I was seen at 1220 by a delightful Greek doctor who did at least 20 scans of my stomach in the most conscientious way. I complimented her on her thoroughness and she did not understand the word thorough and how to get the nurse to explain. She then berated herself saying that she was utterly useless at English and I responded by saying that she was not utterly useless and I gave a joke Papal Blessing to absolve her from her sins.

About half the people, and that includes the staff, were wearing masks and the other to my great relief were not.  After the examination, I returned from the ward to the central area where they were serving tea and coffee. On the way I saw the most ghastly picture nurse care I have ever seen. What is this all about? It reminds me of other famous campaigns in the past. I had a small Latte accompanied by a chick pea sandwich for the princely sum of £6.60. The sandwich was worth about £1.50, the latte about the same but what do you do.

I had a chat with the bus driver on the way back and we talked about the political situation. He, obviously fed by the mainstream media. said that any government faced with new situations would have behaved in the same way right back to Winston Churchill. He said he thinks we want to draw a line under Dominic Cummings who he said went up to Durham to see his family. I said that actually he went up to sign a contract with Glaxo Smith Kline for research into a vaccine with a French company. He turned on me somewhat said, where did you get that information? It could have been made up. Was there a photograph of him signing the contract? I said, probably no. He said well you can make anything up, bloggers do this just for a laugh. I realise that it was of limited value to carry on with the conversation.

On the way that we visited my favourite little village Wellow.  Down to the Ford which floods quite regularly in winter but during this dry weather was hardly more than a trickle.

Back home, to finish my newly designed website with lots of participation of members. David, the dour Scottish person who is my web developer, made short work of my questions and now 48 hours after starting the redevelopment, we have workable integrative website, with sensitive user participation and respect of  privacy. I shall present it to the group tomorrow Wednesday and see what they have to say.

What a lovely evening it is so we both sat back with a glass or two of wine. tomorrow, rain threatens so that will be good for the ground. In the Daily Mail which I rashly brought there was very little news of any value. Someone was saying that we have to reduce the social distancing to 1 m otherwise industry will suffer. Another person was talking about good food to increase resistance to the non-existent virus but did not make any mention of vitamins C or D. Totally useless. Anyone who trusts the mainstream media for their news hasn’t got a chance in hell. Pure propaganda.

The phrase was immortalised by Bob Dylan. He is the perfect person to sing this haunting lyric with a mixture of nostalgia and realism

Come gather ’round, people
Wherever you roam
And admit that the waters
Around you have grown
And accept it that soon
You’ll be drenched to the bone
If your time to you is worth savin’
And you better start swimmin’
Or you’ll sink like a stone
For the times they are a-changin‘

Today, another sunny day, was accompanied by much development work on my ZOOM site. I need it to be ready for Wednesday afternoon when I have my next meeting. I want people to be able to sign up and contribute material in a closed environment away from the Twitterati and the Facebookers of this world. This pond skating does not work and does not develop the brain.

I find the best way to develop a site is to first of all listen to the person who is hosting the site or in a position of knowledge, do all you can to follow their  instructions, write the questions down in a group and then have a dedicated session to talk about them. I did this today, sent my questions off and we had a Skype session and sorted out pretty much all the problems at one go. I find that providence gives me a tailwind. I only thought of developing my site on Saturday, it’s normally weekends when such things happen. I know that I have to keep the flow going and it is worth giving all my care and attention to the matter in hand.

I spoke to my son in Thailand. He is still hosting his mother and father-in-law. He explained that they had been invited to return to India from which they had visited but they would have to pay their own fair, and spend 14 nights in a hotel near the airport by way of quarantine. They decided that this was far too much trouble and expense so they are staying on. I don’t blame them and I would have done the same. At his school, the school where he is teaching, the parents want a discount because the present lessons are being done remotely and they don’t feel their children are getting the same benefit as having them at school. I can see their point.

I think that fewer and fewer people are believing the government’s guidelines because they are so inconsistent and illogical. I notice more people standing closer together as instinct takes over. I have had no reports about what has happened to children who have gone back to school today but I hope they are not made to sit in an isolated position though I fear this will be the case. What on earth will playtime be like? Will there be any actual play?  I know that Italy is opening up, other countries are following suit, Sweden never closed down and the figures are not worse, site hope it will peter out before the next no doubt planned “second wave” which will come in the autumn I guess. I wonder how long this lie will perpetuate.

To the allotment, everything is in full swing and looking lovely. People have done a wonderful job and most allotments are full of vigourously growing crops and weed free. I hope we do not have visits from opportunists when harvest season comes. A couple of years ago we had strawberries stolen, they are the obvious things to take. Crops like potatoes, leeks, are low on the temptation list of the people get hungry through lack of food you never know what might happen.

This is the residence of our seven goldfish. Actually they are not all gold, there are two that are grey for some strange reason. It is one of the few pleasures of this lockdown to be able to sit in my garden with bare feet – for earthing purposes – and watch the goldfish swim around. Sometimes they swim alone, sometimes in formation, sometimes they are at the bottom of the pool and you think they have been eaten. On a day like today, they are quite happy to bask in the sun. There are one or two frogs that plop in and out of the water. It is a self-sustaining ecosystem which runs, like most of nature, without any need for input from us.

The government is telling us we mustn’t go out this weekend, save it for Monday. Epidemiologists tell us that the virus has peaked in early March and some say before that.  I have never come across a virus that thrives in hot weather so what difference does a day make? Are the viruses on duty only until Sunday night? What complete incompetence.

My worst time of the day are when I wake up and realise that we have to endure another day without freedoms. Every day, businesses are going bust. Every day, more people are committing suicide, suffering terrible tooth  pains because they can’t get to a dentist who I understand will only do teeth extractions and not root canal work or fillings. To process all this at six , or 630 in the morning is a little bit much. There is nowhere to run to. Our government are telling lies, being prompted by Bill Gates to maximise the chance of him making billions from expensive vaccines which we don’t need and which will cause us damage. Sometimes I think we will get away without it, there will be a public outcry and at other times I think that people will go like sheep and do whatever they told. I have to get up and sit in the garden and get some sort of inspiration from nature. That, and a good hot cup of coffee, does the job or normally does.

Today I bought a copy of the daily Telegraph which been a Saturday costs £2.80. I could scarcely bring myself to open the paper because it was all about the heroes of lockdown although to be fair someone had written an article on the front page about ending the 2 m rule. I shall not buy the paper again. I understand most of them are being subsidised by the government because they are doing so badly.

My next-door neighbour, Ray, an elderly chap in his 80s gave me a call yesterday asking me if I was expecting a package. In fact Françoise was expecting one so I went round to find that he had opened the box and was reading the invoice. He said he was trying to make out what it was.  It was clear that the sender had got the address wrong. However, the name Françoise Sauze was clearly marked. I have to make allowances for him but there was no reason for him to be nosy and open the package clearly not designed for him.  Anyway, no harm was done so I just put it down to seniority on his part.

After a debacle with our ZOOM meeting on Wednesday I decided that I would use a website to send out items of mail instead of my normal e-mail account. This has the advantage that the recipients cannot be seen (yes I know you can sue BCC but this is in another category). the problem was that one very prolific member had been rather rude to someone else and I had to stamp on it.

I want to perform all actions pertaining to the buildup of our 5G/corona community under one umbrella; enabling members to contact each other, become friends, exchange information and views, and this is necessary for the long-term so the trouble we had a couple of days ago was well timed because it made us pay attention to important structural issues before we become overwhelmed by numbers. I do try to run a personal service at all-time. We have about 16 active members so before advertising to increase the number I must get my house in order.

My stomach problems come and go. Samuel Pepys had far worse problems with a gallstone and in those days surgery was primitive. On a good day, the stomach is fine and functional but certain combination of foods produced an awful bloating situation which sometimes does not diminish for hours.  All I know is that the less I eat after about 4 PM, the better and I’m not so sure about the drinking of alcohol after this time. There is only one way to find out, and that is by experimentation and observation.

My readers will have noticed my previous mentions of very unique landscape near Wells and today we decided to take two friends to what I will now call Paradise Wood.  In certain areas, the garlic was still in flower and I ate as much as I could possibly do, believing in its beneficial qualities. We noticed that the ferns had grown significantly since our last visit which must’ve been about two weeks ago.  I can say that we retraced our steps but actually the weather was different, the birdsong was different, the company was different, the people we met was different and nothing was the same.

I encountered a lady with a dog; I commented that she did not seem full of fear like the other people. I was delighted to find that she was willing and able to discuss the matter of the virus without lapsing into stereotypes. I was given space to say that the virus had passed, that social distancing was very damaging, all the usual thing you would expect from me. She did take it quite well but when I mentioned Bill Gates and his desire to give a vaccine to everybody in the world she could not believe that one person could cause such a lockdown. I know the method which is through his money and his influence but I backed off and discussed instead the value of maintaining an immune system. Dr Fauci and others in America never mentioned the immune system because that is a comparatively inexpensive way of dealing with the problem such as it is.

Tomorrow evening we will be having a Zoom session. There is a lady from California who was going to take part. She wrote me a lovely letter today, her second letter, obviously wanting to share what she is doing. I will quote it in full.

Hello Brian!!

BBC2 are running a series of retrospective biographies about the greats of the past. Yesterday it was Orson Welles with his incredibly measured oratory. Citizen Kane was one of his great successes. He was found dead at the age of 70 in front of his typewriter writing yet another script. I loved his presence and measured style.

Today was the turn of John Wayne AKA Marion Morrison with a laid-back manner and an incredibly American family orientated role model persona.  On a sunny Sunday afternoon after lunch this is little short of a serious journey into nostalgia, the type of homesickness for better things, a return to a past period when things are better than they are now. If you take away the technology factor I think the community spirit was better decades ago when people regarded each other with respect, when people were polite, obeyed the rules AND we managed without mobile phones. There was what we called the ‘telephone’. You ‘waited for a call’. You ‘dialled’ somebody.

I love watching the way these people were interviewed. They were given time to respond, not being interrupted every five seconds like these smart arse know-it-all interviewers. They were allowed to develop a narrative, the interviewer following them in this story rather than interposing their own agenda.

I’m engaged in frequent correspondence with my groups that I have known over the years.  For some reason, I wrote a piece in response to a ‘best wishes’ letter about my vote “if animals ruled the planet.

Elephants – family feeling
Ants – organisation and planning
Bees – fertilizing plants and team spirit
Swans – life loyalty to each other
Meerkats – observation
Dogs – unconditional love
Chameleons – the ultimate diplomats

This morning, Sunday, we had our first virtual Sunday morning service with our new priest. I had previously warned the person who I thought was the host to have a rehearsal. Their response was that they had tried it the day before and it seemed to be all right. However, that’s quite another thing from having a proper dress rehearsal moving through what is actually going to happen.

To say that it was a shambles was an understatement. There were 36 people on the call and the vicar, with his guitar, was in the garden of the vicarage preparing to lead the service. So far, so good, as was the introductory video and music.  However, shortly after the start, along ran one of his children and pulled down the music stand and all papers with it. His wife came along and rescued them. The meeting then started with a prayer and a form of service. It was clear that there was little communication and understanding between the person who was operating the laptop computer and the vicar.

In addition, the material had not been prepared properly. A version of a prayer, and a version of the new Testament lesson, whose spoken form was different to the version of the material on screen. The host did not know how to move from one screen to another and had to be given instruction during the service.   Also, the vicar asked for participation in the confession and at the same time someone had switched off everyone’s microphones;  this could not be overwritten on an individual level. And again as another part of the service, someone had left their microphone on so we heard domestic noises.

The virtual congregation put up with it in their usual stoic fashion as one does but I felt the whole thing very disturbing and lacking in continuity. At the end just before the blessing, one of his children came and took one of the sheets of paper on which the blessing was written. That had to be rescued by his wife. He made a joke out of it but I felt the dignity of the whole occasion was compromised and especially for me, acutely sensitive to sound and context, the integrity was compromised.

I’m sure they’ll get it better next Sunday but why oh why do people forget the simple procedure of rehearsing. You would not perform a play without a dress rehearsal so why not do the same for a church service?

*****

To Dundas Wharf and Aqueduct, along the Kennet and Avon Canal. A lovely afternoon if a little breezy. Miscellaneous views taken on a two-hour walk.

Definitely does me good to have a day off from gloom and doom. I noticed there were not so many paranoid people along the canal path – rather still too many cyclists who had no bell and who drove too fast for my liking. You have to have your wits about you on sunny days.

Today was a big day. Yesterday I did my second Zoom meeting. we had about eight people, not huge by any standards, but the quality was there. I’m developing a protocol for such meetings in that I do close the door about 10 min after the start of the meeting so we can get used to each other’s fleeting presences without interruption.  I also get everyone to introduce themselves, briefly, without giving life histories. I find that some people have a topic they want to rant about and this is irritating to others. The advantage of having sight of people is that you can tell from the body language without getting bored.

The theme normally looks after itself. The thing today was “peace of mind” and we had a number of very good ideas which I don’t think people would have necessarily thought up on their own at least in the timeframe given. It is necessary to judge when the meeting is running out of steam, normally when most people could do with a little bit more. Our meeting was one hour 15 min which I think was about right. At the end of the meeting I asked people to post notes to each other if they want to remain in contact. After the end of the meeting I write up the substance and send it to everyone so they can add to the meeting and I then collate the whole thing and put it as a record on the zoom land.net website.

After doing that I then sent a note to all 600 members of those on my 5G list inviting them to join. I never expect a high rate of response because people have so much on their minds but I got a lovely lady from California and I will add her message verbatim.

Hello! I am interested in joining any discussions that you may have that involve supporting one another and helping people sort out their thoughts and move forward together. I am electronically sensitive and utilize other abilities to detect things happening around us that many people do not see or sense. I am a Bay Area native and grew up on a ranch in Sunol, CA. I am currently growing my social media presence on Tiktok and other apps as a way to inform people about the dangers of 5g and the importance of growing your own produce. I currently live in the Delta area in California where there are a lot of local farms and I am also looking to possibly lease some land and start growing more wild produce that we used to eat a long time ago. Wild fruits and vegetables and what we used to eat and (they) have stripped our current produce of many of the life sustaining ingredients they have. I could go on and on, Can I please participate in your discussions? Thank you!

What a delightful person. I shall make a guest of honour at our meeting next Wednesday.

As I look at the stats, out of 582 mails sent we’ve had 168 unique views and 301 total views. This means that people have done more than glance at the homepage.  I use madmimi.com  as mailchimp.com kicked me out for using the site for telling people about 5G. As soon as you mention a possible link between 5G and the virus the AI bots pick you up and out you go.  I wonder why.  Anyway, Madmimi has a neat twist to it, any e-mail not opened triggers a resend this time with a different title.

To the allotments to water. Someone joked that if you water it will surely rain that night so we shall see. Whatever, the plants need it.

I LOVE spring. I love the rapid growth that occurs. Grass is lush. Young tree branches shoot up whilst you watch, and as for runner beans….. they cant wait to grow. Off to do two gardening jobs. Instant switch off from COVID, 5G, the state of the world. The day started cold and cloudy but at about 10.30 he sun came out and the day heated up.  So much for the BBC forecast.

I get the feeling that I need to give a public talk about the coronavirus though I don’t think that the public will thank me much for what Iwil tell them which is that the beloved BBC so trusted of old has been conniving with the government and with the corporates to interfere in our lives to a degree that 20 or even 10 years ago would have seemed unthinkable. I do enjoy standing up against the prevailing tide because I think people need to see both sides of the problem. I know that I will not win any popularity contests.

I need to learn about the difference between viruses, germs, microbes, fungi, and bacteria I need to know the value of each and who are the bad guys. My talk will be based on references to quotations by scientists skilled in the field. I will get one or two angry people in the audience that will try and trick me by questions so if I haven’t done research on something I will simply tell them that I don’t know or refer them to the Internet.

The sole purpose of the public meeting that I will have when the lockdown finishes, if and when it finishes, is to encourage people to do their own research. Absolutely nothing is being done by local politicians, the local council or the church so someone needs to do something to stop people reacting to my approach in the street as if I got leprosy.

The contagion of this particular virus peaked in March as it did in most other countries but people are still acting as if it was living and active. Most people who are going to get the virus have already got it – most without symptoms. The death rate is about 0.1%. The overall mortality rate is about the same as last year but better than the year before which had a major flu outbreak.

Meanwhile, I saw a video where young children were being reintroduced to school and were made to  stand 2 m apart. There is no shred of scientific evidence for this in fact the opposite is preferable because protection is learn from experiencing a whole stream of other viruses of which there are believe it or not 380 trillion in the body.  I saw a talk about the downside of wearing a mask saying that it increased the distance between a child and its mother because the child could not read the face of its mother.

The mask decreases the flow of oxygen to the lungs of the wearer which is bad for health.  Anyway I am not going to write my lecture now as I seem to be doing.   however, it is quite clear that this lockdown mentality was planned long time ago because you can’t lockdown 60 or so countries in a coordinated fashion without a lot of planning beforehand and I consider this event to be a world changing situation – for the worse.

My new website, zoomland.net is a challenge for people to come out of their holes and actually have dialogue and interaction with others. I had lots of curiosity visits yesterday but not many today. However, bearing in mind that this is only its third day of operation I suppose that is not too bad. I remember that when I started the 5G site the same thing happened. There are so many demands on people’s attention and everyone is frazzled all frightened up to the hilt, wondering if their job is going to be there if and when they return.

At lunchtime on a whim I rang our new vicar at Paulton, Adam Pitts, and commiserated with him because I know he’s a man of many ideas. He wants to get cracking on a virtual service on Sunday and will be testing it, as many have done before in this steep learning curve of Zoom.

Off to the allotment to  water my plants, things grow so fast at this time of year. The allotment has a lovely fresh feel to it and a lot of people have put much effort into it. I’m very happy to preside.  I mowed the lawns front and back, finished off with a strimmer, you know the fiddly bits around trees and so on.

Yesterday at about 1:45 PM I got the idea of creating a website to support people who were fighting various good causes. I was thinking particularly of 5G and Corona – exposing the disgusting corruption that is going on behind-the-scenes. I recall that when I started the 5G website, I think it was on a Friday, the whole thing rolled out over the weekend and by Tuesday lunchtime I had achieved the impossible and got a website, populated it, and got someone to design a leaflet who happened to live in India, got the artwork back, sent it off on Monday afternoon and got the leaflet by about 2 PM on the Tuesday.

It is in my view of vital importance to jump into action when you get an idea that just pops into your head from nowhere. I spoke to my old friend and service provider Pascal and I decided to register the name www.zoomland.net    It was registered about 5:30pm, I chose a WordPress template and got on with populating it – setting out the pages and so forth and testing it. This afternoon, Saturday, I ran over the details to make sure everything was working and hey presto it is now propagated and out there. When you act immediately to an idea it means that everything in the universe is lined up to ensure success. If you delay it will probably not succeed.

This morning we had a men’s meeting by zoom. We were discussing various things and one of the participants said he’d had a really bad week because he was losing confidence in the government due to their loosening up of the stay at home policy and this made him feel insecure. He lamented the fact that he could not hug his grandchildren and they had to stand six-foot apart.  I chimed in and said that the people who were advising the government was in the pay of Bill Gates who is both a eugenicist and a vaccine enthusiast so the science that Boris speaks about is not the best but skewed towards frightening the population into getting vaccinated. I said I’d be quite happy to go and hug everyone because I have an immune system, like the vast majority of people, that protects me from such things.

The lamenting participant turned on me and to put a polite interpretation on it disagreed fundamentally with what I said. He told me that he’d worked in the ambulance service and saw people going to hospital and not come out. I realise that he didn’t have any idea what was going on. Once you are full of fear, you can’t think.  This was an animal reaction.

Today I spent a lot of time reading, this time the book by Frank Furedi about the presence of fear in the population and the effect on voting habits. I also ate some bread. I realise what an enormous difference to the quality of the flour makes. I know the good flower is expensive but I find that one slice of bread is equivalent to two or three slices of what I call bouncy bread with lots of chemicals and no substance.

I had an interesting morning when I was deselected from being a member of a local garden group. This is a “first” for me and something of an inevitability since I never really felt we were accepted by the group, I mean Françoise and myself. Some time ago I had written a round robin to all my contacts, that means a letter to everybody as a public service, on the topic of COVID , telling people it was a one-off. More recently I wrote a letter to the members of the group telling them about a lovely walk I had been on and would they like to try for themselves. The letter said that after “group discussion” I would not be invited to any further events. The problem is that if one member of the group gets a bee in his bonnet or her bonnet and decides that I’m not conducive to the public good shall we say then it is very easy to bully your way and demand that something happens.

I get a sense of relief from not being a part of the group because every time went along I was faking it to some extent anyway and ignoring the fact that people did not take us to their bosom so to speak. Fortunately, I have enough on my mind so I just write this off to experience and wish them the best of luck. I have written a letter of reply to the secretary but will leave it before posting it which in my long experience results in a more modified version going out of the door.

Yesterday, I had my first Zoom meeting. We had eight participants which from an initial list of 16 was not too bad bearing in mind those who forgot, those who lost interest and so on. We had a happy and productive time together. I’m struck by how many people are really missing the fellowship of others on the same wavelength (the topic was 5G and COVID) and there was a real emotional relief – and release – during the conversations. I’m now looking into more aspects of zoom which is as we say ‘a clever piece of kit’. It is free only at the lower end. I must buy a subscription because after the first couple of sessions you get cut off after 40 minutes so I must pay a reasonable sum per month – which I don’t mind at all. However, fair is fair, I shall ask participants to support me with a monthly contribution even if it’s only one pound or two pounds a month.

This morning I went down to the allotment to see the effect of the recent frosts. Our potatoes had gone and I was very glad we haven’t yet planted the runner beans. We are early in May so there’s plenty of season left.

To lunch at Hartley’s Kitchen. You have to order food in advance. I ordered at 11.30am for 2pm and we had a hot chicken pie with cranberry sauce for me, and a fish pie for Francoise followed by sweets. The benches outside the restaurant count as takeaways.

In an adjacent out-building to the restaurant there is a young and very enthusiastic Israeli called Adz or Az. He is not fazed by the economic downturn and told us about his business plan going from wholesale to resale for selling cakes and pastries. I cannot comment about how delicious the products are but we were privileged to be in his optimistic, fearless presence. I bought two cakes just to encourage him and also of course because I like cakes in their own right.  People say that fear has a smell and going around among the general public I think they are right.

He is a very brave visionary because apart from a few outlets, the kitchen, and auctioneers, a health Gym, it’s very much in the middle of the country but over the course of a normal week, I don’t mean the new normal, a lot of people do visit so he might succeed. The public also visit the Rocky Mountain Centre which is about a mile away so every little bit helps.

I took a little bit of a break yesterday hence no diary.

It seems our beloved UK Prime Minister, Boris, is not giving anything away about a time or even if a lockdown will finish. One thing that is quite clear from the three-day virtual conference I attended over the weekend was that he is surrounded by people bought and paid for by Bill Gates who is a eugenicist and vaccine enthusiast. It is vital to see that this is a tool of fear, the coronavirus, which is a normal flulike virus, is being used as the excuse.  I’m already preparing myself to say no to a vaccine will be hastily rushed out. NB He is actually saying that football games can only take place if people are vaccinated. This is so clumsy. A vaccine is months if not years away and people will just not have it. They will rebel.

So, I had a 4:30 PM appointment with the eye Department of the Royal United Hospital in Bath.  I drove into virtually empty park-and-ride at Odd Down. There were about 20 cars there in total normally about 200. I took a Number 4 bus, resplendent in its new blue livery which went straight to the RUH. I was the only person upstairs and there was the lady downstairs at the back somewhere.  I arrived to find the hospital virtually deserted. There was a service of sorts at the cafeteria on the ground floor.

They obviously take this social distancing thing seriously. The corridors were out, put it empty which is not surprising since visitors are banned in most of the wards were empty or near empty.

The lively cafeteria on the ground floor was reserved for staff. I had my normal peroration viewing all the delightful photographs and paintings on the corridor walls.

In the waiting room of the Eye Department, they have stripped away the chairs and were putting sticky tape on the floor, goodness knows why. I went to my appointed place and waited for my injection. We were placed in separate cubicles away from other people. I was given a mask which I reluctantly put on. The nurse and the administering Doctor noticed that I had a bloodshot eye and quickly summoned a specialist doctor who pronounced that no infection or damage had happened and the condition will naturally heal. He said things often look worse than they are even if one blood vessel has broken. The consultation lasted about 1 min but I received the knowledge that I need to help make myself comfortable.

This evening, we had a Christian men’s group meeting by Zoom. It takes a bit of getting used to but is largely intuitive. I like the screen share when you can show anything including a whiteboard where you control things and everyone can see it. The meeting lasted for an hour. Time flew because everyone was so keen to give their testimony so we did have a lot to share. We ended the time with prayer and I felt invigorated.

All in all, a good day.

I should not be shocked any more but I read that Bill Gates has offered a bribe of $10 million to Nigeria if they would agree to compulsorily vaccinating all the inhabitants. There was immediate protest from the opposition party. Oh that we could have such an opposition in the Labour Party but they seem to be being muted. By what? Cowardice.

So, it being a lovely warm day, we could not resist visiting the place we went to yesterday, a valley apparently forgotten by civilization or more cynically possibly too difficult to commercialize. This time we approached from the top parking on the A39 . Here is a map to show you the starting and parking points should you be interested. The upper one is on the main road at the junction with the yellow track. Go through the signed gate and walk down the side of the field. After about 150m you will see a five bar gate which is the entrance to the walk.

As good a place to start as any is at the very bottom of the map about 3 cm from the left side you will see a square. By that, there is a ramblers gate which you go through and off you go. You can park opposite on the main road.

I think it’s a very good place to have a picnic. Now I’m recommending this because this is a unique time of year, when both the bluebells and garlic is out. Even with this social distancing you will only pass people occasionally so you can avoid others if you want. Allow at least two hours for the walk and that will not be enough to traverse the whole valley. I would take suitable walking shoes.

We met a delightful Muslim men and invited him, forgetting it was Ramadan, to eat some garlic leaves. He said he could not during the day but he was full of the joys of spring and praise God for the wonderful views of the environment. How nice is nature without the interference of man.

The main part of this diary is showing you some images which I took on the way with brief comments. No question – instant refreshment in these potentially troubling times

I went to my favourite eating establishment, Hartley’s Kitchen‘  which is in the middle of nowhere but surprisingly busy. Paul, the owner, takes great delight in serving the public and as a result has a local following second to none.  As we arrived, he was off to do a delivery to someone who could not come to the restaurant. You may ask, in these days of lockdown, how the restaurant is open. The answer is that he is using the allowed takeaway  facility, closing the restaurant itself but allowing people to take food away or as in our case sitting outside and eating. We had the best fish and chips I’ve had for a long time, good quality fish and thin batter. I had bread pudding with orange and custard and Francoise had a roulade.

I don’t think we should underestimate the damage caused by this dreadful propaganda that everyone is infectious and should keep 2 m away from each other.. As I said before, the virus has come and gone and we are seeing a residual effect in a few corners. The way people are behaving you’d think we all had the bubonic plague. I notice that people are more nervous now about speaking, making eye contact, that when I walk along they get out of the way in exaggerated fashion. I think fear is something you can almost smell. I try to tell people that the worst was over and that herd immunity had taken hold of the vast majority but I might as well have saved my breath.

One of the waitresses at Paul’s is from South Africa; she had the most strange accent which I would not have identified as South African. This time I queried further and she said she was from Bloemfontein which is somewhat of the West of Lesotho. I asked when she had last gone back and she said last autumn and she had hoped to go to her mother’s birthday in June but since that is not possible she wanted to go as soon as possible.

We went to a place called South Horrington which is about 2 miles north of Wells Cathedral in our quest for nice walking places and we were not disappointed.  The valley is to the West of the B3139.  Here follows another installment of my “discovering the country” series of walks which we are taking full advantage of to mitigate the dreadfulness of the mind rape that the government is doing at the moment.

To the minor injuries clinic in Paulton which to my surprise was closed. The very apologetic nurse said she did not know when it would open again. She was beside herself with fear.  Off to the high street to talk to a very understanding and trauma free assistant about some pressure in my right eye accompanied by some bloodshot blood vessels. Optrex have produced something called “bloodshot eye drops” which sounds about right so I got some sort of service. Admittedly 6 PM on a Friday afternoon is not the best time to seek help from the National Health Service.

I became really frustrated with trying to sign up for Zoom as a host. I was going round and round in circles, nothing worked, so I decided to leave and come back again at some future time. Sometimes things resolve themselves when you leave them alone. We decided to go for a walk.

A lovely meadow with a clear blue sky and absolutely no sign of human habitation or interference. We discovered a valley where there have been very little ‘managing’ and where trees were left where they fell so we have a nice photo gallery to follow. Use Ctrl, and + to enlarge the images.

Very strange that a low mood like I had yesterday was followed by great optimism and enthusiasm today. I went along to a local farm to buy some seven foot bamboo canes for my runner beans, and some compost for Françoise to do her various planting and seeding activities. We are fans of fresh garlic. For this window of two or three weeks in the year, roadsides are absolutely full to bursting with wonderful strong (smelling) garlic. This morning, she picked some and is intending to freeze a proportion.

Today I had the idea of having meetings by Zoom for people in my interest groups, 5G, corona virus etc. because studying certain subjects on your own is a lonely thing and you can quite easily go a little bit loopy without realising it. It’s also a good idea to exchange ideas with people who are on the same wavelength. It’s funny that ideas come when they are ready to be developed. My impression is that it will be a slow start but will build momentum as time goes on.

This afternoon we went for a walk in a local wood.

It is very near high Littleton which is about 10 min drive from where we are. The Woodland Trust certainly know how to keep their properties in good order and it was an absolute delight to walk around and see the dappled sunlight shining through the trees. This is a popular place for runners. We noted that people wanted to keep themselves to themselves and did not engage in any conversation with us. As usual, the boost given by being in unspoiled nature is immediate and profound.

Well people I can say that today has been flat. I have done an amazing amount of entries on the Corona section of my 5G site. If you have not looked at it before, you might find it interesting.   I watched a video of a woman who had been jailed for five years, and she is a very senior epidemiologist, because she questioned the figures that were in her opinion erroneously produced to support the validity of a particular vaccine.

The world is being run by such a bunch of evil people. Prayer may be the answer, certainly to your state of mind, but I think that unless a lot of people pray together, were not going to have much gravitational effect.

Last night I did have a prayer meeting via Zoom with about six other men from our local men’s group. It went very well, there was a lot of banter and fellowship and really just the thing we need to keep our spirits up. I realise that we could turn the situation to our benefit because new people might be willing to take part in a virtual meeting as a prelude to having the courage to come forward and meet others in the flesh to speak.

It would make an enormous difference to me if I felt that even if the government were failing, they were doing their best for us but it is clear that their ears are closed. It’s a type of insult and truly frightening if you think what they can do, what they are doing,  and what they intend to do.

Today’s word – calamity

I attended a very simple virtual communion service from somewhere in Shropshire. It was quite skillfully done; people are getting better and better at using Zoom; needs must as we say. I must say I do miss going to church and I hope this wretched farce will soon come to an end. Amazing isn’t it – an invisible virus that has not yet been identified which causes us all to be so afraid of each other we don’t want to go within 2 m.

There is a website run by the Church of England but I found it very difficult to operate and actually find churches that were streaming. I nearly gave up in frustration finally found one so come on, C of E, you can do better than that

I do look to other people as an example of behaviour. One of the  most unlikely candidates is an eternally young looking person who is featured in the programme ‘Hollywood medium’.  He is called Tyler Henry. I love his boyish enthusiasm for his clients, most of them who are known stars in Hollywood. He has a natural gift and I admire his sense of gratefulness that they are willing to see him. He has a most curious habit of scribbling on a piece of paper to get tuned in, a bit like I do with the pendulum but he seems to be accurate time after time.

The other person I like is Dr Pimple Popper. She clearly loves her work and greets every person enthusiastically and positively. She sums people very quickly when she enters the consulting room and always tries to put them at their ease especially when they have long-standing and embarrassing problems. She is fortunate enough to work in association with her husband who is there to give good advice and does not seem to mind that she is in the spotlight more than he. If she is uncertain how to treat a patient she will never give them a promise that she cannot fulfil but rather consult a colleague and invariably the total response is satisfactory for patient.

*****

Calamity  Today’s word is almost onomatopoeic. I realised how little I have used this word, I don’t think I’ve said anything is calamitous. I have tended to use disastrous, or even more colourful language do I say. Calamity is a serious accident or bad event causing damage and suffering. For example a series of calamities ruined them – floods, a failed harvest, and the death of a son. Calamity seems to imply something over which I cannot control. So, you cannot have a calamitous mind although you could be a calamity. I remember the film ‘Calamity Jane’.

I could describe the present world situation as calamitous, the combination of a rainy spring, lockdown or should we say lock-up, the complete programming of the public , the breaking up of the world economy.

Today I rose early, at about five o’clock, and had a sneaky look at the computer to see what overnight communications had arrived. I looked at my viewing figures for my 5G site. Having a good stats program is very helpful because you can see among other things what your readership is actually looking at in terms of popularity of pages, origin of visitors and time on the site. Without this you are functioning blind and for all you know could be producing a very inefficient site without being aware of it. There are many clients out there but I use statscounter.com which is free for low levels of use. All you do is put a given code at the bottom of each page of your website and the program does the rest.

Anyway, today I started my regime of relaxing the little bit. I popped along to the allotment this morning; there were seven or eight people busily working away. The weather was absolutely gorgeous and I cannot overstate the therapeutic value of being at one with nature. Anyway after doing some work and having lunch I switched off my computer at 2 PM. Normally, it’s on from early morning until 10 of 11 PM, far too long I agree. during the afternoon I engaged myself elsewhere by being in the garden, reading etc. I then switched to computer on again at 6 PM and continued work of which this story is part.

There is a phrase in the Bible saying “cast your bread upon the waters and it will return”. I sent out a newsletter today and got some lovely replies from people who really cared about the subject matter, in this case Corona and all the nonsense surrounding it. Here are two replies:

My special order of manure arrived today. It is a bit of a special item because it is organic matter, in this case farmyard manure, which had been placed in a large oxygen free container where it slowly breaks down, gives off methane gas which is harvested to produce electricity. The remainder is the byproduct. It will carry on breaking down releasing the nutrients to the soil.

The first tranche was free and that disappeared in about six hours. But I have to pay for the second load so it is necessary for people to pay. I put a notice on a chair adjacent with instructions and some envelopes attached so that people can put their money in, and post it to the shed at the plot of Françoise.

Today I had a good breakthrough experience. I realised that I was spending far too much time and energy reading the dreadful dystopian material connected with Covid, plus if that were not enough the forthcoming compulsory vaccination which will surely be with us (vaccinations are already compulsory in California and New York). Trends that start in America normally end up in Europe including of course the United Kingdom. The point is that there is so much money to be made out of vaccines that governments can be bought off even at great cost and it is still worthwhile. It is a question whether people will wake up in time.

But I digress. I have decided to continue my work on my 5G and Corona sites but be more remote from the actual details and the implications simply as a self protection method. I shall devote more time to reading, being outside, including my gardening when I can start again. That decision had a great instant healing effect on my mind. I also decided to do more psychic work. Interestingly a couple of hours after that someone whom I previously contacted called me up to help me to use Facebook to get new customers.

The car that I bought about a month ago has been sitting in my drive. I was finally able to get to a garage to be serviced prior to being on the road so with any luck tomorrow night it should be ready.  For this new (to me)  Volvo, my fourth, I paid £1250. I basically bought an MOT, due next January, with the car attached. I can’t be bothered paying thousands of pounds for a new car because I use it mainly for gardening and local work. I seem to have got off lightly this time because the garage could only find minor things wrong with it. I needed an oil flush and change because the oil was in such a bad state, windscreen wipers, a couple of new tyres, the power steering needed a fill-up, stuff in that range so I don’t mind that the car has done 161,000 miles. For a Volvo, that would be regarded as still running in. That by the way is a standing joke among Volvo owners.  It’s a V70 by the way and a turbo so it goes like a rocket. I hope the petrol consumption will not be too bad. I shall miss our old car but the fact is that the new MOT would have cost just as much as the car originally cost (strangely also £1250) and so that’s when I say goodbye.

Let’s all remember that there is beauty in life and that Mother Nature should remind us of the eternal values compared with the nonsense that is going on at the moment. It is non-sense because it doesn’t make any sense if you apply the slightest amount of logic and reason. For example, you keep people locked in when the very best thing for the killing of the virus is for people to be outside in the sunshine and warmth. I think this is wake up time for many people. As I have said before and I will say again, it’s better to wake up than to be woken up.

Our day has really settled into a routine in this strange phase of our existence. I have to remind myself in the absence of markers which day it is. I normally get up between 6 AM and 7 AM, make a coffee, and check my e-mails.  About 1 PM we start to assemble lunch, which is now the main meal of the day and keeps me going until bedtime except for a sandwich or small item of food. My stomach is quite choosy about diet, so I have to be very careful what I eat after about 4 PM. Today we watched a film on public transport and life in Ecuador which is a place that Francoise  visited in the 90s.  I finish the majority of my work about seven o’clock and then we sit down and watch TV, avoiding anything resembling mainstream news and watching items that are not time sensitive but quality sensitive. We then retire at any time between 11 PM and midnight and try not to watch TV for the hour prior to retiring.

I have decided to give a talk in my local area about Corona virus –what now? I cannot stand seeing people walking around like frightened rabbits. The more knowledge, the less fear. I don’t mind if only half a dozen people turn up will do me good repair the material and give it out. at least, I would have done my bit.

Last night,some special manure was delivered to our allotments with an invitation for people to help themselves. I realise I slightly overestimated human nature here. I thought everyone would take enough for themselves but some people have gone way over the top so as a result at 9 AM this morning, Wednesday, all supplies were exhausted. That was one lorry load. I have ordered another one but we need to pay for it The charge will be one pound per barrowload which bearing in mind the the quality I think is quite good. I felt like complaining about the excesses of people in the first round but then I thought that since I did not put any limit on the amount of each persons should take, I should not have relied upon the sense of justice prevailing in everyone and should have said something like “10 barrow loads per person”. So, down to me.

This is a good way of figuring out how and why we think and what we achieve. (Thanks to a friend for this diagram). In other words, our level of consciousness. Question – what is the mix in our lives. How much data do we need.  Does wisdom preclude the need for knowledge. A good exercise for everyone – get the cake mixture right.

Following a chance meeting in Midsomer Norton High Street today, a friend in my Christian Mens’ group whose son is a paramedic told me about a new app called What3Words.com . This is designed to tell others where you are in geographical terms when you may want to call 911 in America or 999 in the United Kingdom. The entire Earth has been divided up into 1 m squares. With the aid of your mobile phone with a location capacity the satellites will enable you to know exactly where you are. This is then translated in a code of three words. The codes are also known, with their corresponding points on the planet, to the emergency services. For example the road illustrated above, Vicar’s Close,  in Wells  Somerset is fire.cherubs.live.

Is that clever or what? any android apparatus or tablet can use this app. my phone is a little bit ancient for this.

Amazing what you find when you clear out a shed. Below are / were trousers designed for those using power tools especially chainsaws. I suspect they  are somewhat beyond their best. I must have worn them at some point. Why I kept them is beyond me.

Just heard we got another three weeks of lockdown. Funny, in Australia, exactly the same thing has happened although there are very few deaths. I guess the government are taking their orders from the Bill and Melinda Gates foundation in some manner shape or form.  C’est la vie.

I seem to be banging on about Corona and other problems but then why should I apologise. I do follow Samuel Pepys’ example; he was very much concerned with the matters of the day especially the Great Fire of London which was started in a bakery so we are told.

I do try to take time off. One of my main interests in life is healing and all its aspects not to mention diagnosis which can be a form of healing in itself. It is quite common to be ridiculed or dismissed and it is sometimes helpful to go back into the past to remember how ancient these therapies are for example Chinese medicine, meditation, homoeopathy though that is not ancient by that name so here is a thought on good old-fashioned laying on of hands as practised by Harry Edwards in decades of yore.

This is a quote from a book called “Wounded Spirits” by Dr Leslie Weatherhead, author of psychology, religion and healing. On the front cover of his book he says “I’m sure that there are many images in the universe, as yet untapped, which God means us to use to make wounded spirits whole; and I want to help release them, without succumbing to magic and superstition.”

There is a lovely book. At the end of one of the chapters he writes:

Just in case anyone should dismiss all this as “modern nonsense” I should like to quote what, according to Tacitus, Hippocrates, the father of medicine, once said: “it hath oft appeared, while I have been soothing my patient, as if there were some strange property in my hands to pull and draw away from the afflicted parts aches and diverse impurities, by laying my hand upon the place, and by extending my fingers towards it. It is thus known to the learned that health may be impressed on the sick by certain movements and by contact, just as some diseases may be communicated from one to another.”
Hippocrates was born about 470 BC

I do very much enjoy healing. It is a way of serving the greater purpose. It is most encouraging when I receive letters from people, sometimes 20 years later, advising me of a life changing effect I had on them. While human beings remain, and that is a debatable point, I believe we should all continue to serve each other as best we can in many ways as we can. We are not supposed to be perfect, so long as we are facing in the right direction, that is the main factor.

Today we watched a film about security in China. Every aspect of you is tracked using your mobile phone and Street cameras. There are planned to be 600 million Street cameras in action, that’s one for every two people. they have really education camps for those who are being disloyal to the system. You can be arrested and kept for up to 25 years to be retrained. There are 20million Chinese that are not allowed to travel because of their low credit scores. My concentration span is not great but I watched every moment of the 90 min film.

This afternoon we went for a lovely walk and I enclose some pictures of unspoiled wood land. As with the previous example, people are quite happy to leave little plastic bags full of dog poo in beautiful unspoiled scenery.

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Word of the Day  ‘Pertussis’

At the end of our close (street), builders are starting to put in some flats, five in number if I’m told correctly. This is the entrance though it is not used by trucks because it is too narrow. It reminds me of how the old way of life is being overridden by a new way of life. I am living on a sheep farm.  I would love to take the sign away and put it in my room but I don’t know to whom it belongs or whether they would mind or whether they will just chuck it in the dump.

Very little to say today.   Been hard at work putting more entries in my website. The possibility of a second and third fake Corona virus attack is significant and will result in frightening the public of the world into doing whatever they told and I fear that we are at this stage in the place where I live at the moment. I’m itching to return to normality but I do not think that will happen I’m afraid.

I feel a bit like being in prison at the moment though I can go out any time I want to. I dread to think what it is like being imprisoned especially as if you had been imprisoned without due cause or being imprisoned on remand. How do you fill the day when you are locked up for up to 23 hours, have no Internet or phone or friends popping round. I reckon it must make you worse then when you came in. No wonder so many people reoffend.

My stomach is continuing to give me problems, not so much acidity but the feeling of blocked food in the gut. It is relieved by having a hot water bottle but that does not solve the problem

So, what about the word of the day?

Pertussis, also known as whooping cough, is a highly contagious respiratory disease. It is caused by the bacterium Bordetella pertussis. Pertussis is known for uncontrollable, violent coughing which often makes it hard to breathe.

Children often make a “whoop” sound when they try to take a breath after spells of dry coughing though this classic sound is less common in infants.

On a lovely bright day we proceeded to our favourite fish and chip come country kitchen presided over by the ever jolly Paul and his assistant for the day, a lady from South Africa who did the serving. The restaurant itself is closed so if you want attention you ring a bell and you have had to pre-order food. Amazingly, the restaurant is doing good business because Paul has cultivated so many friends and loyal customers over the years that he is now reaping the benefit.

There is fish and chips, and fish and chips. This one was cooked in butter with generous amounts of lemon and seasoning and the resulting batter did not get into the way of enjoying the fish. The chips were a little bit mushy just like I like them with mushy peas to accompany. We were bought some delicious sweets, I had apple crumble with custard. The food had to be served in takeaway bags and we needed to sit outside on the benches to eat. No problem on such a day.

It was amazing how many people came and went. People are still avoiding each other as if they’ve got the plague. Knowing what I know, that this is all psychological programming and a waste of time, it makes me embarrassed. I wonder if our government will actually start talking science instead of frightening people to death. Anyway, all the visitors knew each other and we spent half an hour chatting to people who had come from quite a distance around so you never know, even in the middle of nowhere if there is an attractant people will congregate. It did help that there is a wine wholesalers next door.

Afterwards we went for a walk in one of our favourite woods. I wish people wouldn’t leave their dog mess bags in pristine woods. The idea is to clear up after your dog and dump the results in the provided been by the entrance. Is that too much to ask?

Today I feel like I’ve woken from a bad dream to find that the dream is reality. I saw the video below and it gives me some inkling of the huge economic problems that the world never mind the United Kingdom or the United States of America are going to put up with due to this outrageous overreaction to the 19th variation of COVID. If this goes on even for a few more weeks it is doubtful whether the majority of the trading aspects of our society never mind the cultural side will survive.

There are many theories, outrageous or otherwise, which I must do further research on, about the meaning of the word COVID. Some say it is the 19th “Chinese – originated viral infectious disease*. the 19 stones for the year that it was introduced, 2019.    I will check on this and revise this text if I find it is incorrect

So here I am on a wonderful sunny day when we should all be outside playing.   By way of light relief, we decided to go to our favourite restaurant, Hartley’s Kitchen, where they provide takeaway food. We are going to go tomorrow, Friday, to get some old-fashioned fish and chips which they will serve in a takeaway container and we shall eat them on benches outside the restaurant. Well done Paul for having the initiative to adapt to circumstances and survive.  The same cannot be said of Rocky Mountain garden centre who seem completely blind to social media, and the use of their website to advise people of changing circumstances. They could have easily arranged a “no contact” delivery service but at present all their plants are dying of rotting and I do blame them in part. I will check again that this is right before publishing this.

Today I had a battle with Mailchimp.  They have blocked my 5G site for something I wrote on one of my e-mails. Today after waiting three days for a response I decided to use their chat service. It took me two hours to get through, and then another two hours to be told by someone else that my complaint had not been forwarded to the relevant department and I should expect a response by e-mail. Hanging round by my computer is really tedious when I would love to be in the sun but I couldn’t miss that response. I cannot recreate a mailing list of 550 people.

Overall, the day when I realised that the hedge fund is in the corporate have far more power over the direction of the world than presidents and prime ministers of countries. It’s all about making money and all about gaining more power. The human being comes a distant third.

New word of the day: iatrogenic

A querent (derived, according to the Oxford English Dictionary, from the Latin quærēns “seeking”, the present participle of quærere “to seek, gain, ask”) is “one who seeks”.

I’ve known the word query but never used the word querent. I’m worried if I use it in my daily speech, others will not understand it so maybe I should change it for ‘enquirer’.

Françoise was frustrated at Sainsburys today because there was a very small queue of people waiting to get into the store. Although the store was almost empty, the woman at the door would not let her in until someone else left. Anyway, this is a ludicrous law because there is no evidence from the science community whatever that the 2 m rule applies. This is one of the reasons I feel so frustrated today. I read that London transport going to run out of money at the end of the month because they can’t pay the staff so I think something has got to happen because even the nincompoops who are in charge at the moment must surely see that we need a viable country and this lockdown will do nothing. At least we have a television which is some sort of comfort.

Today there were a godly number of people on the allotment and it was a glorious sunny day so no wonder. Also, people are at home so they have to time to come out. I have never seen the allotment looking so good. The only time to escape the queues outside Lidl is in the early to mid-evening so that is where we went for our odd impulse buy. Sometimes I can hardly remember what day of the week  it is.

I spent the morning making additions to my Corona website. What is truly shocking is the amount of wrong information the public are given. For example, the advice to stay indoors. This is the worst way of prolonging the effect of the virus. The best way is to be outside in the sun and the fresh air. The UK government have spent a lot of money trying to persuade us that going outside is that. Surely they have our best interests at heart? Had the government allowed the virus to run its course, like we do with the normal winter flu, it would have been well over by now and there would be no need for this ridiculous lockdown.

Anyway, this afternoon after lunch we went for a walk in a local quarry. There are lots of granite quarries in the area. The quarry we went to was closed in the early 1960s and nature has taken over. It is vast, but has a lovely walk by a stream with woodland that has not been touched for years if ever. The only intervention by humankind is to make sure that trees are not dangerous and fall on people and injure them. This is a picture essay of the day, we enjoyed nature at its best.

It is sometimes difficult to hold the human psychology together. We have clear evidence that the government is ignoring everything but their special scientific advisers. They are ignoring the advice of the medical profession who says that the coronavirus has been exaggerated and that herd immunity has already been obtained. Worse than that, they are implying that over 70s may be forced to have a vaccination and until they have a vaccination (if they can ever find the virus which has not yet been identified) they will not be allowed out on the street.

So, the government has betrayed us, they are not functioning, the government is controlled by probably Bill Gates and others behind-the-scenes. I cannot tell you how disillusioning this feels

This is a most dangerous and dark period of the United Kingdom and I doubt very much whether anything will return to normal at least not for months and the destruction of the economy will take years to recover if we ever do. Even with a strong spiritual attitude it is difficult to avoid being frustrated, embarrassed, angry, feeling impotent, wanting things to change and seeing why they should, not being able to go out without feeling guilty, all these things do conspire together.

Mercifully, I do have friends with whom I can talk on the phone. I would find it most difficult to exist without the phone or without the Internet come to that which so far, touch wood, is maintaining itself.

I wanted to send off a Mailchimp Newsletter to my people, about 500 of them, giving the latest news mainly about You tube deleting loads of videos that appear on my site. There is an automatic warning system triggered by certain words or configurations and I was not allowed to send the newsletter. You have to apply to the vetting people at Mailchimp and I am waiting to hear because as I’m a free member, it is first come first served.

Fortunately, I myself have not been banned, it was the newsletter itself, so I may delete my news piece and start again. I suppose worse things can happen. David Icke had his entire video library stripped out of you tube and then out of Vimeo.