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Retro View of Glastonbury – historic pictures + Samhain

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We all sit round the fire prior and during the celebration (always midday) and share in the sort of atmosphere that I wish would manifest everywhere.

The officient was guiding us to breathe in and out meaningfully, go within and eliminate all unworthy material (much more than that, but that’s all I remember). The Festival, Samhain, commemorates in the Pagan year. Samhain is known by most folks as Halloween, but for many modern Pagans it’s considered a Sabbat to honor the ancestors who came before us, marking the dark time of the year. It’s a good time to contact the spirit world with a seance, because it’s the time when the veil between this world and the next is at its thinnest.

A person involved in their own thoughts.

In the high street, Bagpipes

A lion made of amazing wood sections.

Outside the Parish Church. Quite an innovatory event.

Outside a B and B

the early days of the Glastonbury Festival

We left at about 3.30 wanting to get home before dusk.

On arriving at home we found a thrush sitting on the ground and breathing hard.  We held it and it expired before our eyes.

A lovely day marred by occasional rain but who cares.

Guide Dog training – another eye appointment

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Today I went to my coffee morning at my local church, Holy Trinity in Paulton. The vicar had left for another parish the previous Monday. In spite of this or perhaps because of this, the place was full and about 20 people turned up. Maybe they felt in the absence of a vicar the need for mutual self-assurance among our small but dedicated congregation.

We had a long chat about holidays, especially Shearing holidays, which we use frequently for bargain weekends. We are going to Exmouth in December and will get 3 nights bed breakfast and evening meal plus four drinks on a Saturday for £99 per person which we think is more than reasonable.

Anyway, at the coffee morning I met a woman who is a guide dog trainer. Guide dogs can be fully trained by the age of 3 but the training is in two stages, first order to make sure that they are are of the right temperament to be a guide of blind people and secondly to refine the training and ensure the dog reaches the necessary standard. I was told that some dogs although they’re the right breed simply do not want to do the work or are better at some aspects than others and the dog is evaluated on a monthly basis so you have to be pretty good to become a trainer. The life of a trained dog can be long or short. They can go on until the age of nine depending on the difficulty of duties but eventually rheumatism and illness get the better of them.

I rather like these coffee mornings held as they are in the back of the church in very humble surroundings, unsophisticated you might say, but there is all the warmth and comradeship that you could wish for and I’m reminded that within maybe a square mile there are people sitting on their own who would just love to have the company but do not know of the existence of this group or do not have the courage to come along and give it a go.

Off we went to Bath and I went to my eye appointment while Francoise went off to do the shops. This must be my 20th appointment. The vision in my right eye is perfect but the vision in my left eye is somewhat lacking but it is stable so this time I did not have to have an injection in the eye and it is worth mentioning for anyone who hasn’t had this done before is that it is not a painful operation. I just feel a little tiny pin prick in the eye and that’s it. Macular precludes central vision details but you can see peripherally perfectly well.

I enjoyed the usual varying picture collection along the corridors of the Bath United Hospital and as I’ve said before, anyone can go and have a look. You don’t have to be a patient, you can have a meal in the dining room with everyone else, the patient’s, friends and staff. No one bothers or checks. And then, an educational informational service announcement.

I always remember to look at the images before I go into the eye examination because they put drops in that stop the eye focusing and it is very difficult to see any detail never mind look into the sun because the eye is temporarily paralyzed from its duties

I took the number 4 bus to the centre of bath and decided to go with Francoise to buy some shoes. It is a very rare thing for me to buy any item of clothing, I just can’t get up the enthusiasm. So long as I warm and comfortable and don’t frighten small children I tend not to worry. On this occasion we went to Millet’s which is a specialist outdoor activity shop. I was very impressed by the salesperson James, who knew footwear intimately, what to look for, how to buy the right size and he mentioned all sorts of details and subtleties that impressed me very much. He had evidently completed the 10 Peaks examination in Dartmoor and was obviously very physically fit. Because he was so good at his subject and so knowledgeable I trusted what he said and spent more money than I would have expected on a pair of shoes but they fit beautifully, in fact they fit like a glove. PS You  get 15% off if you are a member of the National Trust.

Today is the day when I expected the completion of the software development for my website AVpeople.net. The man who is doing lives in Romania or is it Croatia I can’t remember. He promised to finish it today but was ‘having difficulties’. I think it must be very difficult to rely on or should I say trust someone you’ve never met but I did pay him most of what he asked with the agreement of the balance would be paid on satisfactory completion and having loaded the files onto my server. The answer here is to be firm and fair and not exploit people because this Middle Eastern country has more financial difficulties than we are and people are probably struggling so we need not to be smug about this. As I write, I have heard nothing.

Tomorrow we go off to Glastonbury for the ceremony of Samhain which is part of the pagan year. We sit around Chalice Well and meditate; this year’s meditation will be about half an hour for some reason. In any event we enjoy going to Glastonbury, though I would never live there, it is my scene but it isn’t. I think some of the people are a little bit too far out; I rather impolitely call them space cadets, but I love going to the Goddess Centre and the wonderful woman who work there.

Today the day was sunny though cold. I hope that the goldfish in my newly renovated pond will find something to eat. It is interesting how quickly and ecosystem creates itself and becomes the means to support many types of creature

A thoughtful Sunday – the Voice of God within us?

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Guess what. Halloween is just round the corner. I thought these local examples were very imaginative.

We do have a certain penchant for stuffed animals. This is our fawn, who keeps guard on our house security whilst we are away, along with our         giraffe who assists. We also have George, a hedgehog, who supervises matters in the kitchen and also keeps a watch out for mice, should they ever appear. In the garden we have Lola and Lolette, two sheep who try to keep the grass from growing too long, but have to be assisted by the lawn mower from time to time.

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I love these small articles in the paper. This one was in The ‘I’
Could you come back to rob me later?
A Belgian store owner foiled an armed robbery by telling the would-be thieves to return later when there would be more money in the till. The gang duly complied, only to be arrested by waiting police. I could see I wasn’t dealing with geniuses, said the owner of Charleroi E-cigarette dealer Didier.

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I have a history of thinking up ideas which are either too far ahead of their time or require More Money More expertise than I have. I think I’m about to embark on a certain exception. I belong to a group of people who run conferences from time to time and what is lacking is the ‘after sales service’. In other words people enjoy the environment of the conference where their difference from the blue pill people can be understood not ridiculed. They then go back to their normal life and find themselves like a fish out of water.

As one piece of coal cannot make a fire so it is very difficult to maintain our interest and enthusiasm in ideas without the support of other people. This is particularly true when we have a partner who is not on our wavelength. If we couple this with the fact that the average British person is rather standoffish and does not share their feelings and knowledge instinctively plus the fact that people don’t want to bother others with what they consider to be their own problems, you don’t have a very good recipe for networking. This therefore requires a stimulus or a catalyst of a framework or format in which people can feel comfortable to express themselves.

The thing I enjoy doing most of all is starting ventures. I have built-in ‘spiritual midwife’ software which fires into action almost every day in one  form or another. The problem is, finding people on my wavelength that will immediately get what I’m about. Hopefully in this situation it will be not too difficult. I hope to launch the venture on the 2nd of December and meanwhile I’m trying to find the right software person probably having to go to Pakistan or India. Western prices can be in the thousands though there are always exceptions.  I know exactly what I want and it’s a question of explaining this across the cultures which is more difficult than you might think. A person can speak English but whether they ‘think’ in English is another question. Anyway, that’s all part of the fun.

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On the other hand (there is always another hand). In case you think that the world is not as it seems then you are right. This is the world in which I live. This video is about ‘free will’ and does not make pleasant viewing but my belief is that its ‘better to know than not to know’. This may provide some sort of protection against the horrors that may come.  This video is called Voice of God Weapon, Synthetic Telepathy, Cybernetic Hive Minds MK Ultra. It lasts 49:11. Note the unclear voice of the male actor on the film clip.

If you want to know about the background of the background, if you can bear it, check out this video. 44:45 Attack on Humanity explained by Dr Edward Spencer.

A visit to Bristol art galleries

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The image is by Rosalind Robinson ‘Where he leads, the past will follow’. See below for more.

We parked our car at Farrington Gurney as per usual and took the direct bus to Bristol, the 376, which avoids the burgeoning parking problems, endless roadworks  and to us oldies it is FREE.

Off to see a friend at the Andellie Art Gallery in Christmas Steps, Bristol then to The Royal Western Art Gallery  for their 166th Annual Open Exhibition. It is open 7 Oct – 25 Nov 2018 and is free.  This is a pictorial record of my favourites. I saw the first one on my way in on the bus. Much amusement since typefaces is one of my ‘things’.

Interesting how the frame was painted over I am missing some empathy here. A strange mechanical machine for drawing symmetrical figures.

We went to the City Museum but there was little of interest save an exhibition of Japanese art. To the bus station and caught the 17.10 to home. On the bus opposite me was a very irritating lady who insisted on having a long loud conversation on her phone about office politics. I told her to shut up – twice – before she grudgingly closed the phone. It did not occur to her that others were not interested in her wretched complaints.

Never mind we had a good day including lunch at the ever enticing buffet COSMO.

 

 

An AgeUK walk in Camerton

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Those of us who spend a lot of time driving along roads forget that the countryside is for the most part unspoilt and almost mediaeval in parts.  It is easy to forget that you’re in the 21st century. Age UK have some very knowledgeable and caring volunteers who do a lot of research to make sure we get taken along beautiful tracks and byways, avoiding the roads as much as possible. This is a pictorial record of the walk. A bridge for a disused railway track on an obscure branch line

 

An arty day in Wells, Somerset

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What is this video I hear you ask. There was a very special modern art exhibition in the buildings of Wells Cathedral. This is about the life history of two people, one of whom had multiple sclerosis. It runs for little over six minutes but I found it compulsive viewing.  APOLOGIES for the wobble but I could not keep my hands still whilst holding out my arms.  NB The way to watch it is to increase your screen size then you can read the text along the bottom.

An amazing bowl with an almost 3D impression inside.  It has to be seen (Closes end October 2018).    A detail, below. I have never seen a porcelain fried egg before.

We moved away from the Art Exhibition to the grounds where we enjoyed the peaceful and relatively microwave free area but there is no getting away from it. We found one area by the apple tree, image below, which was particularly peaceful and it made us think that at some point would like to buy or rent some land as a refuge from the electromagnetic soup that we all have to suffer.

This was another fruit tree, crab apples I think against the background of the castle and moat. A group of tourists being shown around the grounds.

Some statues with family themes.

Always a pleasure to see the pure clear water arising from the spring.

This next image is from a coffee shop adjacent to the market place where coffees are available for £1. I am not sure why they put a cockroach on the bread even though it was a plastic one.

We visited another exhibition of booking binding or should I say books unbound. They included many quotes by Rumi including the one below which shows the immense elevation of his thinking. A thoroughly elevating day altogether. We ended up buy buying some first class olive oil for £22 a bottle. We are going big time for quality and we chose this to add to our salads (not for cooking at this price).

And so to home.

Annual General Meetings

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Annual General Meetings are in general boring affairs so I do my best to liven them up a bit. We had about 35 people and when they had gathered together before the meeting started I got the new people, the people who had joined our motley allotment crew since the last AGM, to introduce themselves. It’s not nice sitting in a meeting when you don’t know anyone so it’s much better to break the ice before things start.

We went through the meeting at a speed of knots I finished the whole thing in 30 minutes. We actually had some one volunteer to be on a committee, stun horror shock, and someone offered to be treasurer.

Andy our treasurer bought copious supplies of wine and cheese, and several bottles of wine. I think much more useful work is done during these social post sessions then at the meeting though the meeting is an important time to get things agreed and at least educing the appearance of people being satisfied. We had no one complain about anything except plot holders allowing branches to go over the pathway making it difficult to walk up and down.

I got a vote of thanks for my job as chairman and people seem quite happy to let me carry on for some reason. Being asked to go on a committee is somewhat akin to being given a parking ticket but committees are or can be fun provided you keep politics out of the way.

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The power of example

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Guys I love this statement / mission statement from a CEO of Walmart, quite exceptional in my view. I would like to quote it in full

“Stay humble”, said Greg Wasson (pictured).

When he started out as a pharmacy intern at Walgreens in 1980, Greg Wasson never imagined he’d one day become the CEO of the whole company.

But, over the years, the Indiana native climbed the managerial ladder. Ultimately, he became CEO of the $80 billion company in 2009.

“When I became the CEO, I never thought of myself as the CEO of Walgreens,” he told Business Insider. “I thought of myself as Greg, who happens to be the CEO of Walgreens.”

Throughout his rise, he said he strived to stay “grounded” and cultivate a leadership style based on “confident humility and humble confidence.” As a leader, Wasson said his goal is to boost his team, not himself.

“Leaders who can remain grounded and continue to have some humility but at the same time confidently lead have the right balance,” he said.

“There were may times where I had to make hard decisions,” Wasson said. “Those were the times I needed employees to have confidence in me. The best way to accomplish that is to communicate in a transparent and humble style, yet with real determination.”

He has a gesture from his father to thank for his leadership style. At the start of Wasson’s career, his father handed him his business card.

“He’d written on the back, ‘Greg, always stay humble,'” Wasson said. “I always kept that in my wallet and pull it out every once in a while.”

Wasson still has his father’s business card tucked in his wallet. He said he’s always tried to mirror his own leadership style off of the lesson he learned from his father.

“People want a leader who is down to earth and whom they can relate to, but also have confidence in,” Wasson said. “Said another way, they want to be both proud of, and confident in, their leader.”

Wasson stayed on at Walgreens until the retail chain completed a merger with Boots Alliance in 2014. He now runs investment office Wasson Enterprise with his family.

“I always told my folks, ‘I’m not that special myself or individually, but collectively we’re brilliant, and if we all work together and leverage each other’s talents we could be incredibly talented,'” Wasson said.

I wonder why so many people allow power and money to go to their heads. When is enough money enough money  e.g. $24M in bonuses when workers are on the minimum wage?   I think of the owner of Amazon who is the richest person in the world. He has given a small pay rise to his workers. Oh my goodness that must have hurt.

I wish people would think of their example to society not their own pockets. But then especially with USA, greed and lust for power is a bottomless bucket.

Our fish pond renewed

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story continued from 10 October.…In the end we gave in and instead of trying to patch up the hole or holes we bought 4 x 4 metres or waterproof lining for about £52.    It took us 3 hours to fill the pool with water and then mother nature came along and rained for 4 hours.     It does not look very beautiful at the moment but we are letting the mains water breathe so it’s not too much of a shock for the goldfish  who are happily living in a small tub, being fed regularly with fish food.

Normally, they feed themselves on the living creatures in the pool but we have disturbed their ecology so I must feed them manually in for the next week or some such period until the pond recovers.

The sequence was this:

  1. remove fish and provide them with some nutrition

2.  empty the pond and inspect. We found two small holes/cracks but enough half empty the pond in 24h.  We bought some new liner.

3. Lay a new layer and yes there will be wastage. The weight of the water pushes the bumps down so it does not look too untidy. Start filling with water. (will take a long time).4. Pond is full.    Put some plants in including oxygenation specimens.  Re-introduce the goldfish.

5. replace border stones and cut the plastic to shape

 

 

 

a mysterious hole in our fish pond.

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Sooner or later, the rubber or other synthetic material which stops the water getting out of your pond will spring a leak. It could be due to a root of a plant trying to get through, some unfortunate person with hard shoes waiting in the pool, or just sheer old age.

I’m so determined to find the leak but I don’t really want to accept the fact it will be cheaper to start again and get a new liner. I emptied out the water and found a crack but I didn’t see another adjacent crack along a fold in the liner. Putting in a new layer of liner on the old layer doesn’t work because the water will find it’s way out somehow. We have put the seven goldfish into a holding tank while we decide what to do. It is amazing the number of types of creatures that live in, near, or under water including several frogs who like minding their own business in the crevasses.

I’m going to have to buy some new material, hang the expense and do it anyway.

Off to Cheddar Boot fair

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Snobs – do not read this.

I absolutely love outdoor (or indoor) boot fairs, jumble sales, anything where you can pick up a bargain for 50p and maybe find the unexpected. Although the big Cheddar boot fair goes on rain or shine all year I prefer to go when the weather is clement so the weather being fine and promising off we went. I as usual was determined not to buy anything but of course I did. I found a very nice pair of working boots, almost new, for £2 which were a perfect fit. I bought two Duracell 9 volt batteries for £2.40. No two boot fairs are ever the same so I enclose a couple of pictures to show the variety.

This event is very popular amongst Russian and Polish people who like a bargain as much as anyone.   The most popular ones are children’s clothes so there is no need for any parent to buy anything new. Towards the end of the day people give away stuff for nothing. They want to get rid of it and its better than going to the recycle in their minds.

A la mode Frome- the place to be (seen)

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Today a cold and rainy start, a depression from the Atlantic (how depressing). Off to the men’s group for a breakfast which we have in the Somer Centre, which is right slap bang in the middle of the town. There were about 10 of us and we had a very nice meal to start the meeting with very good local sausages and bacon. It is lovely to have a meal without food additives.
A local Methodist minister was giving us talk about a training session that was going to happen over 8 weeks next year and had been developed for people who wanted to spread ministry in the local community.

Eight experts would give us different views on how to tackle the problem of communicating any sort of face, and I thought it would be a very good idea because all these people would be based in the secular world and would bring their own point of you. My own concern when numbers and that the group should not be drawn from the same group of people who meet each other month after month. I do not think enough cross fertilisation would take place especially as most of us are over 70 and would perhaps take an academic interest. We need men of 30 years and over I would suggest but these are busy with their children and their family in general apart from the business of earning a living. We shall see on this one.

I did have a small disagreement with people in the group about the venue for the next meeting. We had chosen Wetherspoon’s the new pub. I complained that the environment was was far too noisy and that food could not be guaranteed at a certain time where is where we are now we prepare all the meals and bring them on at the same time so the limited window for the speaker would be interrupted buy waitresses coming in. There was no space which was closed by a door so we would have to put up with the noise of the restaurant which even first thing in the morning would be noisy because noise travels. I wrote to the chairman of the group saying that if it was going to be in this pub I would not attend

Back home, passing the monthly farmers market where the attendance was well down due to the rain. Such a pity because we do need quality products to be made available to us that are not normally to be found in the local supermarkets much as I like Sainsbury’s and Lidl they tend to stop for small town thinking rather than the food that my wife has been used to.

Off to Frome, In the rain but it’s not too bad to have a look at a vegan Festival in the Cheese and Grain Hall where they have talks, music, exhibitions, you name it. I went to fill up my car on ASDA petrol, which sells it 8 pence a litre cheaper than local. I know it’s not an awful big saving but I get satisfaction out of getting more in my tank.

On the way we stopped off at a new bakery which bakes bread on the spot and serves coffee and cake and little bits and pieces to the trendy people who work in Bath and Bristol with their dutiful if worn out wives and exuberant children. They have an innovatory ‘breast nest’ for nursing mothers. Love it.

We then went along for a coffee to the Codero Lounge, another trendy establishment which did not look much from the outside, but was obviously a converted department store with many art works on the walls.  I had one of the beset coffees I have ever had, and the Australian waitress was glad to briefly chat with us.
Off to the Vegan exhibition which I found incredibly dull. Francoise  observed that most of these stallholders were either English or European people married to someone of another country.   Out into the rain.          Off back to a jumble sale at the local Boy Scouts  in Radstock where they offer quite good clothing and bric-a-brac for 50p or £1.  The Scouts have a very good reputation in this area as I’m sure they do in most parts of the country. I think the best thing most parents could do for their children is to take their mobile devices off them if especially they’re under 12 and encourage them to join the Boy Scouts or Girl Guides. At the rate we are going, these children will make inadequate parents.
Next,  we discovered a new Polish shop, the famous Polski Sklep which had just opened in an alleyway on the main street.  I forget that the culture of Poland is entirely different and my attempts to smile and congratulate them on their arrival met with blank stares.   we spent about £10 on various types of food just as an experiment. The Polish are very good at soups, tinned fish,  and a very good drink called Kefir which is actually like yogurt.   I shall use it to calm my stomach.
Off to home, to a late lunch, and my ministrations with  my 5G website and this diary.
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If you want something REALLY strange, check out this video. It’s called ‘Mel’s Hole’.

A mysterious tapping noise finally identified

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We noticed this mysterious tapping sound a couple of days ago and thought it was someone with a trowel doing a rather tricky building operation but this morning we have discovered what it was. In our garden is a large mirror which I rescued from the recycle. we discovered that a robin was quite convinced that there was a competitor looking at it and it was typing away to try and defend itself. We turn the mirror around to try and distracted but it went round the other side and attacked it again. It did not seem to learn or did not have the perceptive apparatus to see that it was itself. He caused me to ponder if I do the same thing myself, do something which doesn’t work and yet carry on doing because I can’t think of anything else to do.

My field of Interest is 5G and smart meters. Next May, there will be a conference at which people who have an alternative view of life will assemble together. it is currently a Red Pill mutual comforting Society against the bad world outside. Although many of the talks are doom and gloom, there is very little discussion about how to spread the word without putting people off when the general public is concerned with their own lives and what happens tomorrow. It is the most difficult thing in the world to convey an unpleasant subject. Yesterday I had an article published about smart meters. The local journal is read by about 10000 people as a guess and yes I had only one person who looked at my links to a site dedicated to smart meters. the degree of apathy in this part of the world is quite high when people are sticklers for tradition. they do not believe what they cannot see. I can understand this in a way but with such a dreadful prognosis for us as human beings it is even more understandable because if people are frightened of something, they will not think constructively about it.

Off to a gardening job which we are doing for virtually nothing, £60, because the lady doesn’t have much money and let’s face it the job is not enormously difficult. By her house is the following sign. not too many years ago the house in which we are living was fields populated by Sheep. houses have invaded the countryside. Anyway we did the job which consisted of cutting some hedges and then had a chat to this woman who gave us some jam. Her husband died last January, quite recently really. Normally I reckon it takes a couple of years to recover from death of a partner especially if you’ve been with them for several years. It turned out that she was a genius at making jams.

Francoise my partner loves making jam so they had a very good chat at the end and the lady, Shirley, who happened to be from Zimbabwe but lived in kwazulu-natal province in South Africa for some time, gave her some very precious secrets about getting the best results from jam making. this was priceless. This is what he meant communication should be about. Francoise left with a pot of jelly which was suitable for pork or beef. More importantly though she was invited to come anytime she liked to have a chat about jam. This is how Communities are made and built up, slowly but surely as the years go on. A delightful day

Tomorrow, there is a vegan festival in Frome followed by a Boy Scouts jumble sale, followed by some music at the local working men’s club  in Radstock, but the forecast is rain . Sunday promises to be a lovely day and we should probably spend the day going for walks and passing the time and some fairly laid-back fashion. It’s amazing how quickly the time goes these days. It’s only yesterday since it was June, and the start of summer when I saw no point in going away because the weather was so good.

Things to be grateful for

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It seems that this havoc was created not by the tsunami itself but by the liquification of the ground where it turns into a sort of slurry and simply buries buildings or moves them at its own will. how on Earth this mosque apparently moved into the sea is beyond my understanding but it does remind me of the transitory nature of this life and how we should never take anything for granted. As we move into this more dystopian face, which could be the final phase, of the history of this epoch I reflect on the things that I can be thankful for.
good health (relatively)
functionality in other words two arms two legs, the ability to get around
good eyesight and hearing
a secure place to live without overcrowding
supply of water, gas and electricity
a place where I can walk around without fear
the means of earning a living
friends that I can rely on in times of need
good communication with other people in the virtual world
enough bread to put on the table and a little bit for holidays and luxuries if I need it
the opportunity to participate in meaningful work as I see fit
the ability to express my personal and political views without being imprisoned, though this is changing alas
the right to access medical care in the event of need.

I was listening to a program on the world service of the BBC called outlook which features real people and real situations and there was this chap who was imprisoned in Saudi Arabia I think it was on the full stars that he murdered his wife. He was imprisoned for 2 years in a small cell about 3 m by 2 m with 5 other people. He was 6 ft 4 in height and found it difficult to either stand or lie down. He had half an hour out of the cell per day in order to wash, do his ablutions, and exercise and yet his great faith and spirit enabled him to carry on on his release. He trained as a lawyer, goodness knows how, and gave advice to other people in his situation of how to appeal for a release. We have no idea what the term suffering means.

I am suffering, if I can use that word, from electrosensitivity at the moment when I feel sick when I sit at my computer for longer than a certain amount of time, and even when I hold the mouse, I get prickles in my left hand. I’m trying to diminish the effect of the fields. That is a minor inconvenience compared with the man above.

Back to RUH, some lovely works, on to the Victoria Art Gallery

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My stomach is giving me trouble, so off to the specialist to do a scan or ultra scan. What the difference is between the two I’m not quite sure but anyway they put some jelly on your stomach and peruse the inside of the organs which include everything from the top of the rib cage downwards. I seem to have some polyps but no gallstones and a little bit of a hernia about which I will be chatting to a specialist.   I know that’s riveting information for you but I would like to encourage people to go to their doctor and avail themselves of the service is freely offered by the National Health Service before it goes into private hands and you have to start paying.
Before and after the appointment I had the opportunity of looking at the splendid works of art which are always present on the corridors of the Royal United Hospital in Bath. Anyone can go in and have a look. You don’t have to be a patient. It is to all intents and purposes a public gallery. You can buy them if you like and a percentage goes to the hospital.

On to Bath itself and to the Victoria Art Gallery, where there were advertisements, or pieces of art work I should say, relating to London Transport in the 1930’s and to other matters. Enjoy them.

An era where teachers were respected or maybe revered. The Victoria Gallery is small, tiny compared with the huge galleries in London, but it always has something to offer and we have been there many times.

Off to the bijou park by the river to consume lunch in the lovely autumn sunshine.

A brilliant triptych of a day.

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For those of you who are not familiar with the term triptych it is  borrowed from art where three sections of a picture related to the same topic are displayed.   My day was nicely divided into three.   The only cloud on the horizon was the fact that Brent crude oil is now $80 a barrel which means that instead of paying 129.9 pence per litre unleaded petrol it’s probably going to go up to 135 pence or even 140 pence.  Anyway, leaving that aside for the moment……

A splendid day which started off with my getting the leaving service of Guy Edwards one hour wrong so I turned up at 11 a.m. To find the service almost finished. In fact it went on for some time  but at about 11:30 everyone came out. I made my confession to guy that I got the time wrong but he said will come along to the party anyway which was in the church hall opposite the church here in High Littleton.

Martin Roberts with his family and Guy Edwards the departing vicar

There were about 60 people who attended. I met the presenter Martin Roberts of ‘Homes Under the Hammer’ (above)  which is a popular daytime programme on BBC who apparently lives locally with his delightful family, three children.   I do love meeting full-on type people because all their antennae are waving in the breeze and they instantly pick up on anything you say and examine it and question you.

I had the chance to get my pitch in for 3DS, smart meters and mobile phones and he got it straight away so he was completely amazed and uninformed which is not surprising bearing in mind the reluctance of the media to talk about such things.   Next to him was a very traditional dapper chap in a tie who had a deep understanding of sanskrit and had travelled all over the world.  On a good day the Church of England does have some very interesting people as I’m sure do all religions but I’ve been brought up in the Church of England so I would say that wouldn’t I.

I must say church people know how to lay on a spread if they want to I enclose two impressive videos. A single image would not have done justice to the spread hence the use of video.

We then made a presentation to Guy, birthday candles, general jokes and light heartedness but a very good brief address by a retired preacher.

Not included in the video was a funny poem written by one of the ladies, reproduced below.

A good time was had by all and there was a very strong sense of blessing  and made me feel that in spite of all the dreadful things going on in the world there is still the ability to share, to put your troubles aside and celebrate human caring and faith.

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The second part of my triptych was waiting for me at home in the form of a friend I had met through a circle group which is I suppose another name for a forward looking committee. We were discussing the value of the internet in general and how valid it was as a vehicle for expressing one’s own beliefs. I was informed about 2 new websites where people discuss the difficulties that men and women face when they interact, where such topics as feminism is discussed.  One was called ‘men going their own way’,  MGTOW  and the other one was a very niche sounding Chateau Heartiste.  You can look them up on the Internet if you like but they are both quite intellectual sites containing people are capable of showing a concentration span longer than 5 seconds which I understand is about the average these days.

Facebook has been designed to be addictive and like all drugs it is very difficult to wean yourself off from the small doses of dopamine that you receive every time you get a like or a comment. Overall I believe it diminishes the art of disagreement.  You either abuse the other person or simply walk away.   My website on 5G is very comprehensive but most people don’t get beyond the first page also, most people visit from mobile environments where it is more difficult to appreciate the sheer scope and size of the offerings I have on hand.

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The third part of the triptych was dinner with two friends in Bath.  There is something very pleasant and womb-like about being in an environment  where you can tell jokes, often very bad jokes, and actually be appreciated for who you are.  I sometimes wonder whether I’m losing the art of conversation but I realise that in the right circumstances there’s no stopping me and it is immensely stimulating  and brings out all sorts of wisdom that I didn’t realise I had. I love doing spontaneous psychic readings for people and when I don’t try too hard I get it bang on each time.

We have a plan to have people round of a weekend, typically, workers who are stressed by a difficult working environment. I hope to start this next spring. We cannot actually put people up because our place is too small but we can entertain them during the day and give them the feedback they require to sort themselves out somewhat. The main environment in UK is one of make and mend, hopeless prevarication about Brexit,  lying policeman, corrupt judges, and in fact we get more like America each day. I regard America as the gateway to hell sad to say.

 

This Hellish desert pit has been on fire for 40 years.  There are places on Earth that are a little creepy, places that feel a little haunted and places that are downright hellish. The Darvaza gas crater, nicknamed by locals “The Door to Hell,” or “The Gates of Hell,” definitely falls into the latter category—and its sinister burning flames are just the half of it. Located in the Karakum Desert of central Turkmenistan (a little over 150 miles from the country’s capital) the pit attracts hundreds of tourists each year. It also attracts nearby desert wildlife—reportedly, from time to time local spiders are seen plunging into the pit by the thousands, lured to their deaths by the glowing flames.

But as I write the day after, (another sunny blue sky Monday)  the sun shines and I’m reading in the paper that at least 800 people  have been killed in a earthquake in Indonesia and have lost all their possessions. Who am I to complain?