There is something about fire, any fire except when life is in danger, that intrigues and fascinates me. Yesterday was the great fire of our allotments. I am having trouble finding software that will allow me to stitch the videos together to make a coherent picture so until that time, you will have to make do with looking at stills.
As I may have said before, the main thing is to get a good heat and then put on green material no matter how damp on top. We have had a lot of rain recently so a lot of smouldering was needed. However, the fire burnt so well that when I went along today, Sunday, I found that the bulk had been reduced by about 50% . I paid attention to the remainder by using my air blower and I hope that when I go along tomorrow, Monday, it will have burned down to almost nothing…. but then these things go at their own pace.
We had a good sprinkling of helpers, thanks very much everyone, and we could have done with some mulled wine and BBQ sausages but with the current covid paranoia the mood was not quite conducive.
I am electing to rest, today Sunday so this diary is not as complete as I would like. It is after all the seventh day. Tomorrow, Boris will be coming out with yet another restrictive announcement about a virus that does not exist being measured by a test that does not work.
Being involved in anything controversial will mean an inner paradigm shift. This means that those who have been comfortable listening to you and being with you previously will now change their view.
Says a correspondent: I’ve lost many friends over the past months. And I’ve gained many friends – among them our zoom group. I love you all!!! A Sufi saying: The heart weeps for what it has lost, and the Spirit laughs for what it has gained.
This is a period of forced spiritual development. I read an article yesterday saying that the majority of people over 50 who have a problem with depression do not go to the doctor. They think they should work it out themselves. The problem here is that inner damage is just as important as the so called physical damage. The best tactic is to prevent damage occurring on the mental level and in my view this can best happen through a supportive community. These lockdowns are a challenge to us all, whether we are directly involved or not. We are all members one of another
This morning I went to scrounge the local scrap yard for pallets to use in the construction of my allotment bonfire, due to happen 2 PM tomorrow. It will do so in spite of the rather inclement weather. Wood fire burns at around 500 degrees centigrade and this is irrespective of the outside temperature. So, if you went to the Arctic where it’s -20 degrees the fire would still burn at 500 degrees centigrade ; it’s just that the heat would dissipate quicker. We have a huge pile of greenery to get rid of but that’s irrelevant because of the difference between 100 degrees centigrade and 500 degrees centigrade means it’s a no brainer. It’s all in the preparation. The key thing is not to throw great clomps of rubbish on but wean it first to make sure that oxygen can get in.
Wood + oxygen > combustion > heat > ability to burn damp material
Look out for Saturday’s diary for full details.
Yesterday, we had the men’s group of Frome at which we discussed various Christian topics including one of the members who gave us an account of the history of his life commenting on how he believed he was guided to come down and live in this area by a series of coincidences. The meeting lasted one hour 30 minutes. When you are enjoying yourself, time flies and I’m sure we could have gone on for the whole evening.
The original coordinator noted the gelling of community spirit within the group; he compared the existing spirit with that of three sessions ago and there’s no question that we have moved forward. I always say that it takes not only a minimum number of people but a minimum level of trust even though we know people it does take something to open ourselves up, especially feelings, to a group of others.
Another busy day. Off to get some pallets for the grand bonfire that I’m going to have on Saturday at our allotment and I’m looking forward to it very much. Let’s hope it doesn’t rain. This is a twice a year fire getting rid of all the wood and unwanted greenery.
I treated myself to a non-contact Digital Laser Infrared thermometer. I am going to use it for measuring the temperature of the bonfire. A temperature of 500 degrees C from the wood will incinerate the greenery which is mostly water. The gun measures all sorts of things e.g. the deep freeze, the temperature of soup, anything you like. It is instant and accurate. Well, you would expect that with a laser.
The unwrapping of the chicanery and trickery of the US election is proceeding at a greater and greater pace as more revelations come out. Joe Biden still thinks he is going to win but I think Trump will be shown to have won. I’ll give it about a week for the whole thing to roll through. I hope so for if Joe Biden wins he will lock down everyone in the USA and bring on the New World Order via the Grand Reset in the twinkling of an eye.
The visitor stats from my COVID site are very low – about 100 page hits a day – and I have finally found someone who may be able to help. 100 per day (apparently) is not nearly enough to do justice to the site of the quality that I have created. We have about 3,500 entries in an historical record so that will be of use to someone.
Today, I been aware of all the things that I would love to do in just don’t have time for stop this afternoon, a book arrived called power versus force which is to do with energy. It is so fascinating I’m through the first 3 chapters and cannot wait to read more.
In the earlier morning I read a deep and timely SAINT GERMAIN (Channeled by James McConnell) talking about the world seen from the view of discarnate spirits.
Francoise heard of a free course in 16 parts on cymatics, the science of sound, she has given me 2 lectures to listen to which are absolutely riveting saying for example this sound is not a wave it is a sphere. Sound can affect red blood cells. Wow.
Each day I spend 3 or 4 hours adding to my two websites, one on 5 G and one on COVID. The articles are so fascinating I would love to read them but all I can do is to see whether they are suitable for publication. I learn so much on a daily basis. I can’t wait for tomorrow.
I am preparing to make a video publicizing my COVID website to try and wake people up and I’m assembling data. This takes quite a lot of aggression bringing things together and deciding how I’m going to present it.
I must finally summarize the text for my personal psychic website. There isn’t time for this today so I must do it tomorrow.
I got very caught up on a video by Mark Passio who’s got a great talent for explaining things clearly – how the world is being taken over by the corporates who think they have a right to be lord and master over everyone. It is most important that we resist this.
My tasks today consisted of writing letters to a couple of allotment holders who had not maintained their plots, telephoning someone who was going to give me a job, going off shopping in the wind and the rain which I didn’t mind because it’s not cold.
I’m going to have to speak to my men’s group on Thursday about covid. They are in a very nice bubble if that’s not a contradiction in terms but in the last seven meetings no one has even mentioned the dread that is hanging over us. I think it’s because they don’t want to face it but if I’m going to be part of a group, particularly a Christian group, the implications of this must be discussed. I can’t just keep my mouth closed forever. Surely someone must have some views. We have a doctor in the group. He may not be able to say what the thinks for fear of being fired
It has been some time since I wrote my last diary. A lot has been going on. However, If I were to write everything that went on in my head I would quickly reach 1,000,000 words and probably bore everybody to death. Sometimes, I have a thought which is out of context but which needs to grow privately on its own before it can see the light of day. A lot will be rejected along the way for being inconsistent but that’s no ultimate reason for rejecting it, but rather saying that it is part of a greater whole that I cannot envision to appreciate.
I do have enormous admiration for Samuel Pepys who wrote about one and a half million words over a period of 10 years. He only stopped then because he was afraid about the effects of writing on his eyesight . If you consider that he was very busy with government business and had to write in the evening by candlelight with a quill pen and not with assisted technology like I do, this is an achievement indeed.
I hate mundane things but they have to be done. I have been chasing up people who have not paid their rent on the allotment. I am re-writing my personal website from the point of view of those who might benefit from my services. This is always difficult because it requires a degree of objectivity that I cannot always muster.
I am aiming to go and see my friend in Plymouth after the latest lockdown finishes early in December. I look forward to handing out some campaign leaflets with him and getting to know his wife from Swaziland. It seems that she has a great level of knowledge and wisdom in what appears to be a matriarchal society.
I’m really challenged with priorities at the moment. I could spend all my time reading the articles I post on to my website; there is a great danger of overloading. I love working, perhaps too much, and do not always know when to take time off.
So, Imperial College, the source of more fake data than any other establishment, had the cheek to write to me to ask if I will take part in a COVID test just see whether I have it. This study will cost millions and since it is funded by Bill Gates they will get the answer they want in order to justify forcibly vaccinating the whole population. Is there any limit to how stupid they think we are? I searched in vain for an email or a telephone number and I would have given them a piece of my mind but surprise surprise they was no inquiry number .
Remaining sane is for me the number one challenge these days. I do it in a number of ways; one of the more pleasurable ones is to run my weekly ZOOM group which we do every Wednesday which is for people who are ‘on the wavelength’ and understand what’s going on and need to support each other against the madness that is assailing us.
The evenings are drawing in, they tend to be long and I imagine if you’re on your own it could be very quiet. To combat this we must find useful things to do, for example to listen to music and read, not to lose touch with other people otherwise we will be in a worse position mentally. Already the national suicide telephone calls are well up. For some reason the government (UK) have stopped publishing them.
As many of you know I like to start my day with Trans World Radio. I listen and wait for a phrase or text to jump out at me. The above phrase did. I spend more time than I should do doing just this, to zero benefit as things always turn out as they should do. Instead of ‘looking about’ I should substitute ‘prayer’.
The past couple of days have been worrying. Many said that Trump was going to romp home but now due to corruption on a huge scale, I refer to vote rigging in six marginal states, Biden is ahead and is already making smug remarks. However, Trump is a fighter and I would expect him to issue legal challenges.
We cannot fly at the moment, nor would I wish to. We binge indulge on vloggers and influencers who fly first class round the world and record in great detail the food and comforts. So, since for example the return trip London to Singapore is £7.068 we decided to enjoy the full documentary and get ourselves the equivalent of a first class meal (not the wines and champagnes though) and consume it whilst watching. No getting toe airport, no check-in trauma, no turbulence no jet lag, just imagination.
It was the perfect day for going out. Cold but not windy. A clear sky. We went to the monthly market trying not to look at the poor fearful souls wearing their masks. We bought yogurt, home made butter, fresh sardines, strawberry and chilli jam (yes really) and some soap made from goats milk.
We then went to our allotment and worked away for an hour or so. We had a pleasant chat with one or two. Allotments bring out the best in people. We are preparing for a large bonfire scheduled for two weeks today. We were going to have a BBQ and mulled wine but social things are difficult at the moment due to lockdown.
I had a chat with a good friend about Trump. It is a case of wheels within wheels. Where is Christianity when you need it. The Pope calls the corona virus ‘Princess Corona’ so his eugenics views are clear for all to see. Very few people understand about the Great Reset and think that the government are just being over-cautious about the so called pandemic. Funny they cant even identify the virus but are talking about a vaccine for it (at $800 a pop that is trillions for someone).
Spoke to my son and his wife via Skype. It has been raining every day for the past month where they are (Thailand). They are talking about moving to Dubai to teach there. Who knows how conditions will change. They are in Krabi. Lovely resort. Pity about the weather at this time of year.
Time to get of the house on this the last day before lockdown 2, a totally useless and corrupt plan to enslave us all and destroy small businesses. The USA election is the usual mess which hopefully will be sorted out by Friday.
To Bath. A walk along an area by the Town Hall Admin offices. Lovely to see such a show of flowers.
The river Avon, that bisects Bath. In full flood due to earlier rains.
A lovely autumn bouquet
I wonder a) is the Queen alive b) has she been detained c) is her husband still alive.
A display cabinet of spoons in a nearby museum
Sitting in his dream world (central Bath)
A fascinating wall design
A ‘real’ fruit stall near Greenmarket, Bath. Alas we do not get such a choice here in Midsomer Norton. Not enough interest to justify bringing in exotic fruits and vegetables.
I have just tried unsuccessfully to search for my tablet. I have a horrible feeling that I interleaved it between some newspapers and took the pile of newspapers outside to be collected and it went with them.
The day did not start too well. Our gardening client in her drunken stupor sent me a text telling me she wanted a refund for work that we have done to her satisfaction. I don’t think anything will come of it but it is a bit like a slap in the face. I sometimes think that alcoholics are taken over by something that they cannot control it is not then speaking but the alcohol.
I then rang a possible new customer that I had been to see over the weekend. It was just my sort of job, hedge cutting and trimming. It would have taken a fair amount of time for us both even more than a day by the time we had finished clearing up. I gave her a quote and said that if it was difficult we could discuss it. I figured that as she lived in a council house she probably didn’t have much money so I was extra reconciliatory. She told me that she has decided not to go ahead with it although it was a mess and simply put the phone down on me. Not a word of thanks for coming round. Maybe people are simply going mad because of the circumstances
I also have a problem with the person doing my website but this has resolved itself as the day went on. I wonder what it’s like to be in charge of a large company where every other hour you have someone presenting a problem about this that or the other.
This however pales into insignificance compared with the forthcoming lockdown number two for this country of the United Kingdom where the government have relied on false and unsafe statistics to create the situation where £1.3 billion is lost per day. The national lockdown is due to go on for a month and then even then nothing is sure. What most people don’t realise is that this is deliberate, the result of a pact made by many countries to deliberately run down the economy so that the new Marxist government of the world could be installed.
Yesterday I spent all day, about 10 hours, listening to a variety of wisdom on the Alternative View 11.1 We had a variety of speakers talking about a number of dystopian subjects not the least of which is the forthcoming period of global cooling where coldness records have already been broken in vast numbers, where crops have been flooded and where starvation particularly in Africa is to be expected.
I think the only way to keep morale up is by doing something including of course writing this diary. The fact is that many businesses have closed and will not reopen. It is the same in New York. I worry for people living on their own especially those waiting for operations. The chances are they’re going to have to wait a long time.
If there’s one thing I need to rely on and that is my computer, resplendent with two screens. I need two screens because I transferred data from one database to another and I can’t bear or should I say find it difficult to have two screens on one. You can either have side-by-side versions or top and bottom. Either is a severe compromise.
I asked my techie friend to install Windows 10. I have windows seven at the moment but this is going out of fashion as some software does not support windows seven. I’ve had it for years so it’s probably about time I changed.
There is no such thing as the perfect upgrade. The main thing was that I didn’t lose any data but unfortunately my second screen did not load. The screen could not see the computer and vice versa. I was assured that it would correct itself overnight but it did not happen. I was told I should have left the computer on so it could freely conversed with Microsoft headquarters and get itself aligned. Although there is a card in there windows 10 did not recognise it. I may need another card. It is very difficult to get back to using one screen while I wait for the technician to return.
To add to it all, I spilled some coffee on my keyboard. This is not to be recommended and is the first time I have ever done it. No matter how diligently you clean it, one or two keys will be irrevocably damaged and in my case it was the key ‘a’ and ‘e’. Try typing a sentence without using the letter a. Fortunately, I had a spare keyboard in the loft so it was summoned back to duty. My motto is, never throw anything away because you never know when you will need it. I avoid throwing anything away ; in this case it was so worn that some of the letters could not be seen.
This weekend we have the Alternative View 11 full of good speakers as usual but this time it will not be in an hotel but virtual so the only comfort of that is that we pay less, £44.44 for some strange esoteric reason.
I was disgusted to read that in Ireland, people had been kicked out of a church during a service. All this for a virus that does not exist. God help the governments when people finally find out.
This morning it was raining so I decided to cheer myself up by going along to Wetherspoon’s to see how they were weathering (no pun intended) the unceasing change in these ridiculous times. I entered. There was no one at the desk but I filled in my contact details anyway and took a menu as invited (the coronavirus loves hanging around on menus).
Most of the stalls were occupied so I sat down on one of the bar seats and after a few minutes was able to give my order. I did not wear a mask. As I wanted to pay by card I was asked to accompany the waiter to the till in order to pay. She almost mumbled ‘and wear your mask’ so when I said I don’t wear one she said “that’s all right then”. I returned to my seat and the meal came after about 5 min. It was okay to go to the coffee machine in spite of the fact that we are told that the virus is very alert when you are walking around but as soon as you arrive back at your table you become invisible so you can take your mask off. Anyone who believes this rubbish needs to consider their position.
I had still got my filled-in form but no one asked for it. When I left, the person at the door said nothing. I think people are realising the stupidity of this and are just going through the motions of enforcing these regulations which at the end of the day have no scientific value, just been made up to prolong our fear until we can be given the golden cup of the vaccine.
Yesterday I read that the owner of a gymnasium in Liverpool refused to close and was fined £1000. The public rallied around and contributed £52,000. Liverpool council suddenly and inexplicably reversed their decision so now all gyms are open. This is a very good” need to do to end this lunacy. I wonder how long the Wales situation will go on. People are being asked to only undertake essential journeys and police are interviewing them and send them back if they are not considered essential. Just imagine groups of viruses just waiting for someone to come along only to be foiled by the police. Again… Your brains. There is a phrase “frightened stupid” and I think this is a condition people are in at the moment.
So the virus is very clever. It keeps away from the choir when they are singing but will attack the congregation if they sing. I can find no respect for the church’s’ caving in to this ridiculous series of edicts. If I went along saying I was exempt they would not let me in. Our opportunities for freedom diminish by the day but the trends are more dependent on the result of the American election than you might think.
I do not see myself going to church while the congregation have to wear masks.
Yesterday morning, I went to the AGM of our small but active men’s group. It is interesting how many problems people have which they do not mention in the normal course of events, but given the opportunity people will share their situations, family or financial, if they feel the atmosphere of trust is there. This happened to one of our members who told us that the distancing from his daughter following a request that at the age of 28 she needed to pay rent and some contribution for food.
I volunteered to be Communication Officer of this mens group which means that I will do a mail chimp mailing to all the people on the mailing list of which there are about 100.
Today, Sunday morning, it is bright blue sky so off to the allotment to do the necessary fiddles and tidying up as you have to do at this time of year.
We have ordered more manure. We get a trailer-load for £30 and it is of good quality. I am preparing for a grand bonfire which we will have in November. Once you get the heat up you can burn virtually anything except metal so the allotmenteers can get rid of all their stuff without going to the re-cycle.
Françoise and I have recently discovered the Smithsonian Channel which is very good on American history and we spent three x 1 hour watching the history and development of three of the Southern American states. The quality was as good as anything I have seen.
Following the collapse of my plate, off to the dentist to stick it back together again. When Bath was designed, trees were incorporated in large numbers into the street plans and as a result autumn is a very pleasant and colourful period to be around. We were early for the appointment so decided to walk up and down, visit the local park and prepare myself for the farcical putting on and taking off of masks which must accompany a visit.
To cut a long story short, there is insufficient material in the gum to anchor the plate so a number of small plates must be made and I will have to go for a time ‘sans teeth’. He managed to get it fixed on but six hours later it fell off again.
It was lunchtime when we left so we decided to go to Peasedown and buy some fish and chips, a mistake as it turned out as the chips did not agree with me.
While we were waiting we admired the actions of the starlings on neighbouring telephone poles and lines. They were obviously having a social time, there were about 60 of them all chattering away; when one landed on the line the others moved to make space for it. Social distancing was not for them. I started to film and a few seconds after the video they all flew off simultaneously. They had obviously realised their social time was over and it was now an opportune moment to do something else.
Today we are going to try and achieve two gardening jobs, both maintenance, both pleasant enough – and regular income. We went to our first one at about 11 o’clock. The lady who we see, she must be 90 to a day, had not yet risen so we had to wait a little bit for her to get up. I decided to go walkaround the local streets and what do I see but a drain cleaning wagon.
I love these. I love seeing films and videos of unblocking drains. So long as water is concerned I’m interested. I went up and had a talk to the operator. He invited me to have a go. Didn’t believe it at first. the equipment consists an aluminum pipe about 20 cm in diameter. Round the bottom there are a series water jet that blasts high-pressure water at the mud that tends to block the drain. It is counterbalanced so quite easy to swing down the drain. We had a lot of fun and a laugh and a joke and they allowed me to take pictures after my having used the cleaner, which was more difficult than I thought.
Back to the lady customer. There was very little work to do, there were few weeks so we said we would see her again in April or May. We went from Timsbury to our second job in Paulton. On our way we visited the Hub cafe and library. We arrived in the middle of someone preparing lunch. Tea and coffee was not readily available so we left after chatting with a couple of people. We saw this pumpkin on one of the tables.
it cheer me up to see an indication of someone’s 16th birthday, or what their 61st, in the car park behind the community centre.
On to our job. This is a small back garden that we took on three years ago which was in a complete mess. It took us a couple of hours to restore it to a beautiful state and it is now neat and tidy ready for the winter. Grass does not grow much below 10°C.
Back home to have lunch but before that I decided to jet wash my mower and my strimmer. After a drink, I started lunch and I was biting on a roll of bread when inside my mouth I heard a breaking sound. My top platelet of teeth had just broken off. I immediately called the dentist and declared an emergency and fortunately they were able to see me at 12:10 tomorrow Friday. I now have the problem of eating lunch but I adapted fairly quickly because I can bite with my molars to the left and to the right so I will not starve.
We had our ZOOM men’s meeting for the Froome area. A local retired doctor talked about his work as a Christian. He was asked whether he prayed with patients but said that the GMC were quite strict on that so his wings were been clipped a bit and some of his colleagues were told off for praying with patients with probably the best motive but it was against the regulations.
Largely toothless, I had some soup this evening which was actually more than sufficient
Although many people are now used to the ZOOM technology, a number are not and we had 18 of the 56 allotment holders gathered together this evening for our first ever virtual AGM. Most of the conversation was quite ordinary but important because people like to meet others in a social setting and I think people are missing this at the moment. We asked everyone how well their vegetables grew and this was useful for newcomers.
If anyone wants to take part in this type of meeting remember that what seems to you as background familiar sounds are automatically amplified to the same volume as the speakers. This is called automatic sensitivity control and it makes sure that people with less strong voices are heard. Hearing children in the background can be annoying for others so if that is going to be the case then mute your microphone while others are speaking.
We used the poll facility which means people can vote on things for example in our case ‘do people want any more manure?’ 13 people said yes and 4 said no. Anyone can see the results so it is a very satisfying democratic thing to do. I always circulate the meeting video afterwards. It is useful for those who genuinely could not make the meeting but would have liked to attend. The problem is, where to store 500 MB of data in an accessible form. The lower grade plans of ZOOM allow the storage of 1 GB and you have to pay quite handsomely to have more. I save material on my websites which normally have quite a lot of file storage attached.
The rate of dystopian news about Covid increases as the government gets more and more mad inputting these arbitrary and ridiculous lockdowns or circuit breakers. People do not understand that the ‘Government’ are deliberately trying to depress people so that when the magic bullet comes along, the vaccine, people will do anything to get free from the obligation – as they think it – to wear masks and behave like performing animals. Today I added 24 news items and I don’t mean the mass media but articles of substance. Keeping up with the news is a bit like surfing, you have to keep ahead of the wave and this can only be done by continual learning of what things are all about.
I know it is difficult for people to comprehend this, but in the UK at least we are similar to the situation that pertained in Germany in 1933 when Fascism was rising and people did not want to believe it. That is probably one of the reasons why the Germans are taking this current so-called crisis so seriously. They see this is a smokescreen for something far more insidious. I see it as the permanent entrapment of our souls and the termination of the human being as we know it.
A busy day. We went to my interesting lady gardening client, picked up the rubbish from last Friday’s job and took it to the recycle. For the first time in many visits, the chap checking us in did not have a record of my car but let me in any way. A number of us had to deposit material in the garden rubbish skip. I noticed something I had never noticed before, that people meekly stood in line, heads bowed. Gone was the Spontaneity for the most part. It is part of the obedience training that people have been suffering from all the past six months.
A pleasant day if a little cool so we spent time in the garden and I prepared for my ZOOM meeting with the allotmenteers. I met two new tenants today and sign them up. Both were extremely grateful to have plots since they had only applied a few weeks ago and thought they’d have to wait forever to be accommodated of the people before them had not shown enough signs of enthusiasm so they lost their place in the queue.
I met two other people who were going to have joint tenancy at about 5:30 PM. They were two very muscular and handsome people who could have been mistaken for brothers at any time. Both of whom are called Daniel. We had a laugh about that. I took them to meet my wife who was working on her allotment.
The ZOOM meeting started at 7 PM and went on for about 20 minutes. I explain the basics of the system to the attendees. We had eight people in total. I hope we get more for the real thing; today’s was just a dress rehearsal for tomorrow’s AGM.
Supper, and watching films on youtube. We like mostly travel films and one of them was on the orient express from Venice to London and the other one was to train journeys in Japan and a 12 hour boat trip.
My stomach is performing well today. I discovered that if I have a glass of wine and no more per day I do not suffer any symptoms.
My Covid site has had an influx of technical entries “Monderna’s Covid – 19 vaccine provokes Covid like symptoms in phase 3 trial”, “new NIH research aims to identify promising Covid – 19 treatments for larger clinical trials” and “Johns Hopkins researchers identified immune system pathway that may stop Covid 19 infection” . Hardly riveting stuff I know but I have a strong urge to write everything down relating to the subject and already I have accumulated a considerable volume of references so it is ideal for researchers and those really wanting to take this matter seriously.
I have for example 75 examples of Covid test and testing, 144 articles on health, 110 articles on lockdown and 185 articles on masks.
I do not get many readers each day may be 100 if I’m lucky that I don’t think that’s the point. I find it very valuable for myself because if you know what is actually going on, you inoculate yourself against fear. I’m in a very positive phase at the moment. I am more determined and clearer than ever before.
The gardening work seems to have dried up for this year, the weather is going to turn colder so they won’t be much growth so our income is slightly affected but we have nothing to complain about.
Today is Saturday. I normally buy my ration of meat from the local butchers and today was the turn of pork. I buy a roll of pork for about £10 and get about seven meals out of it. We then went to buy fresh eggs from a farm for which we pay one pound for six very large eggs.
We then went to the gardening job which I previously referred to to continue our work, this time trimming a tree. There is a definite art to trimming. When artists paint a picture of a step back from the canvas to look at it and it is the same thing with tree shape is not obvious when you’re standing underneath it so you need to go some distance away perhaps 25 m or so and see how it will look and what it needs.
During our preliminary talk with the customer she asked us if we wanted a tea leaf reading. This is a form of clairvoyance that some people will be familiar with. I think she’s psychic anyway so it doesn’t really matter what the catalyst is. She told me that my son was 41, actually he is 42 years of age just turned so that wasn’t a bad estimate. I have some readings on myself. She saw lots of clarity and said there was considerable love between myself and Françoise. We knew that but it’s always nice to be told by somebody else. She saw that I had lots of good friends and that I was appreciated.
We left the job on a high. Sometimes, the jobs are not exciting but if the relationship between ourselves and the customer is good we get the feeling that we are working for the greater good, the universe, and it doesn’t seem like work. I can tell a successful job when I feel we move lively at the end than when we start.
This evening I had a talk with someone from California called Tim.
Tim wanted to join my ZOOM group for discussing Covid. On the particular Skype call he was joined by his wife Alexandra. They were both on the same wavelength and seemed particularly enthusiastic about meeting people on the same level of understanding so I invited them to the next ZOOM meeting this next Wednesday.
Early this morning I could not sleep so I listened to radio five live and I heard a policeman from Durham was close to tears because he was trying his best but they were receiving different and conflicting information almost every day for example whether to wear masks not wear masks, one day they are told to wear gloves the next day they are told not to wear gloves. This is really sadism. I felt like calling up but I just wondered what effect this would have on whether the BBC will tolerate any view that differs from the norm for example that the virus does not exist, that it is an exozome, that lockdowns are completely unnecessary etc.
I am rewriting my website which focuses on my psychic and remote view skills; I feel these are needed more and more in this age of disturbance and fear. The challenge is in trying to see what I offer from the point of view of the public and deciding exactly who I am appealing to. There is a phrase that if you try to appeal to everybody, you appeal to nobody.
I have a copywriter, Lawrence, who has done a splendid job so far but I’m thinking of putting some illustrations on the site to make it more human. He and I were discussing how to present our ideas and he felt that a picture of us to would be a good alternative. This fired me up to write a note to him telling him all the things I hated about people who appear in advertisements both on television and printed.
Rant about cut and paste images for advertising / images in general.
I hate the following:
1. Empty headed people with perfect teeth who grin at the camera
2. Lines of workers. The third one from the front is a person of colour
3. My most hated ads are for mobile phone companies where people on the phone seem to have dislocated their jaw they are grinning so much
4. Gormless male wimps with soppy expressions giving in to their immaculately dressed ambitious partners
5. Two models photographed together who are supposed to be couples but are obviously not
6. Children in ads who have never had a haircut
7. Dogs who run across the screen after a floor cleaning operation
8. Politically correct large family groups – they obviously have no empathy – just grinning at the camera or posing awkwardly
9. Families at the meal table eating rubbish food and pretending to enjoy it.
10. models on exercise machines who already have perfect bodies.
I wrote last time about the very remarkable lady who was an alcoholic and yet a delight to deal with. I am learning the hard way how variable these people can be. She thinks her neighbour wants to cut down our tree or have her do it. She defended her neighbour by saying that she lost her husband six months ago but I said this is not sufficient justification to demand that someone else fails a tree on their land. We shall go along tomorrow and try and sort out a diplomatic middle way.
I thought my stomach was improving but it seems that the culprit is wine. I’m sure which is the sort of wine because sulphides and so on are no good and divide by organic wine I do not get symptoms.
The weather being fine, we decided to go to the canal and take our bikes for a first time together ride. This will be my first proper cycle ride for about 50 years and the old saying is correct that you never forget – give or take a few wobbles.
We rode along towards Bath and then enjoyed the Weir, where there was absolutely nobody else around and we enjoyed it. On the return journey I had an interesting conversation. I came across two ladies one of whom was holding a baby. I went up to them and said in my usual outrageous manner “you are showing signs of happiness, what’s going on?”
The woman was obviously enjoying the cuddle as much as the child and she said that since Covid she had not cuddled anyone. I got some clairvoyant information about her father which seem to be spot on. I discussed the stupidity and crookedness of Covid with them both and they agreed, the daughter more than the mother. There were three generations there in that little group. Again, the difference between the fear based and the non-fiat-based or shall we say the love based people can be seen in Technicolor. I gave them one of two encouraging remarks and went on my way. I love these random meetings but little did I know what was going to come.
We rode back to our car and noticed a woman searching around on the ground. I asked her if she had lost anything and she said yes, she had been playing Scrabble and had lost a ‘P’. We looked round as much as we could but did not find anything and we were joined by a chap who had been playing loud music and drums in his van. We had a lot of jokes about P only being worth one point. We were on the point of giving up when I walked up the main path towards the tow path and found the lost letter lying on the ground. The woman could not believe her luck and said, if it were not for Covid I would give you a big hug. See how the programming of this lie has worked in the minds of people. The more often you repeat the lie ..
I have said this before and I’ll say it again that both Hancock the Health Secretary and Boris Johnson the Prime Minister should be tried in court for treason because the amount of damage they have done to the whole country and seem to intend to continue to do his exacting high price for everyone who lives here in the UK. It is the same in America, France, Germany, Spain, and many other countries not excluding the Third World countries where the level of poverty is even greater. Anyway before I go on my ranting we did in the day on a final note. I cycled about 1 mile but that was a mile long the life cycle as I said for a considerable part of my life so armed with more confidence I will probably exceed myself next time but it has to be on level ground. Maybe I will treat myself to a power assisted bicycle.
Today we said no to a garden job. The lady lived in Wellow, a delightful village, very posh and upper-class. She said on the phone that her garden was the size of a tennis court. I reckon it was about the same size as four snooker tables. The said she was 93 years of age and was not able to garden like she used to do due to her fingers becoming more stiff.
Normally, I would be fully sympathetic with such a person but we decided not to do the job for two reasons. First it was not our sort of job. We do not do weeding. Secondly, her attitude. I can’t say she was rude but she was brittle and irritable. We got the feeling that we would not enjoy working there and she would be too critical of our efforts. I have learnt long ago that if the first impression is not good, it will not get better. Okay, it’s turning down money but if it’s money earned under duress or unpleasantness it turns into bad money.
I have a gardening job to do which I visited yesterday. The woman who asked me to do the work had a rather over friendly dog, but there was something about her speech that made me worried about her mental condition. She would be speaking, and then pause for no apparent reason and then forget what she was saying. I just wondered whether this was the sort of job which we wanted to be involved with. It consisted of cleaning a small patio, and mowing an area of grass and doing some clearing away. Technically, it was not difficult and would be enjoyable. I texted her a quote which I thought might be too high but she agreed straightaway.
We turned up and unloaded our stuff. She had requested on the phone that she be taken to the local shop to pay her phone bills, complaining that she had done enough walking around so far. That is the first time I have ever been asked to take some shopping that something within me said that I should at least offer. The local shop could not help so she asked me to take her about a mile away to Radstock where she could both get my money and pay her electricity bill. We then returned together.
I then asked her where the nearest electricity plug was because I needed to plug in my jet wash. She took me to the front of her house and showed me the control box. I have to demonstrate using sign language that I wanted a place where she would plug in the kettle.
We both thought she had had a stroke but I talked to Angela, the lady who lived upstairs, who said that she was an alcoholic and it ‘was very sad’. The customer offered us some coffee and, knowing that Françoise was from France, made a special effort to get some biscuits that would remind her of her hometown of Lyon. I was very moved at this. We did the work and finished after about four hours. As we were concluding, she bought us a thank you card in which she thanked us for our hard work. I have never had this happen before though I have had one or two e-mails thank you’s.
I saw this lady as a very sweet soul, who had possibly fallen on difficult times and sought solace in alcohol. She treated us far better as individuals then I have been treated for some time and this is in the case of a person with every excuse, a medical condition and bad back, not to take much notice those who work for her. This event will teach me not to judge by appearances (again).
This area is one of the forgotten corners bypassed by main roads which have a considerable amount of community spirit. I enclose a couple of images of what I saw on the same street.
A bright(ish) morning so bearing in mind the rain of recent days we decided to go off to Wells. Our annual pass to go around the gardens expires on 14 October so we thought we might as well make the best of it. We parked and went to the high Street. I can never get used to the sight of people being masked up in the street never mind a country walk but some people have become wedded to it. Is it becoming some sort of fashion statement? I have approximately 135 links on the attributes of masks and most people who study this sort of thing find them to be of more harm than benefit. This is the biggest psy-op in my lifetime.
First, to the market, where social distancing rules apply and there were far fewer stalls but each stall was doing good business. We had timed our visit to coincide with the inauguration of the new mayor who for some reason has a term of 18 months (normally one year). I assume it’s something to do with the disturbance of the lockdown.The market, busy as ever, under a huge plane tree.
To the Bishops Palace. No matter how many times we visit, it is always different. I had not seen this notice and we seem to have a new ‘people’s ticket’ where you pay once (£15) and get free entry for 12 months. That is a good improvement upon the joint price of about £64 per couple for ‘membership’ which entitles you to visit other places over the same period.
We had two meaningful conversations. I went up to a chap who was sitting on the bench overlooking the spring and chatted to him naïvely about the muddy state of the spring water. Little did I know that he was a caving expert and I got a long explanation of the sources of water, their comparative power and purity, and why this phenomenon of muddy water occurred after rain.
The second conversation was with the lady teacher who taught schoolchildren about trees. She said that all children thought of trees as “oak trees” and she does her best to educate them.
Both of the people were not wearing masks. It is part of my defense mechanism that I do not to speak to people when I cannot see their faces. You never know, they could be snarling and preparing to attack.
It’s amazing how people are conforming to these arrows. From a scientific point of view it makes no difference if you walk one way or meet someone coming the other way. The active period of the Covid virus finished about April. the scare tactic is being maintained for other reasons. I noticed that one of two people steered clear of me when I walked towards them but more than 50% did not abide to this so-called guidance.
This was once a rather beautiful carved hand but the years have taken their toll and it’s almost at the stage of decomposition. A lovely idea.
This can be seen in the arch on the way out of the gardens.
The Swans regard the moat as their own property and do indeed swan around. Advice, do not get between them and their offspring.
This was taken from an adjacent field and shows how the Cathedral must have looked in previous centuries. Wells is a truly delightful place with a creative is slightly snobby population. Be prepared to part with substantial amounts of money if you are thinking of living in the preferred areas never mind something historical.
We then went home via Hartley’s tea rooms. Françoise had a roulade and I had sticky toffee and custard with a latte. Afterwards we went into the adjacent grocery and bakery and bought some bread. I was impressed by the fact they didn’t ask for track and trace nor did they wear masks. The lady behind the counter who I think is the co-owner, called Tara, was totally up to speed and said they don’t believe in masks, distancing and anything else.
I gave her one of my leaflets and she said that her husband would be very interested. Our leaflets are not for everybody. They are for researchers. Most people are totally besotted and convinced by the mainstream media, the BBC, and will not even listen to any other explanation even if you say that the masks are a device to cause us to submit to something which is counter intuitive.
Anyway, I’m getting my hobby horse again so I will get off and upload this diary.
It is some time, about six months, since I have listened to Trans World Radio which is an evangelical Christian radio station broadcasting not only by the Internet but the way I get it, via Freeview TV. This morning I woke after my usual assortment of dreams and decided that the best remedy was hearing the gospel of Jesus being preached. My favourite preacher is Colin Smith. He is from the Free Church in England now working in California I believe and is a very good academic as well as preacher. You can find out about him by searching for ‘unlocking the bible’
Choosing between BBC ‘News’ and TWR is a no-brainer so I listen for half an hour to remind myself about values, priorities, things to bear in mind when leading the good life and soul. From now on – touch wood – plus the weakness of the flesh permitting I will do the same every morning.
This evening, we had a ZOOM meeting with the men’s group in Frome. The best sort of discussions happen from a simple enquiry like “how are you”. We were discussing the ways that God has protected us and were asked to give an example. I said rather scurrilously and if we were protected we would not be aware of it because nothing would happen to us.
We also discussed in this Covid society context about touching and was then how important it was. I pulled up a study piece from the Bible saying that Jesus had healed on 16 separate occasions by touching the people concerned including replacing the ear of the soldier that Peter had cut off, healing a woman from bleeding and a man who had leprosy.
Even amongst Christians, awareness of the real nature of Covid is very low and I think most people prefer to switch off and do what they are told. I have to be very careful how I mention it in case I alienate people so I just content myself with the occasional comment about the absurdity of masks etc.
The organiser of the ZOOM meeting said that he had a mailing list of 90 men. I was surprised to see only four people show up that is apart from me and the organiser. I suggested that he write a letter to everybody, not scolding them saying what a good time we had and the topics that we discussed hoping that they would feel free to join next time. When we write e-mails we need to see it from the point of view of those who receive it not from our point of view.
People who write stuff – and I’m sure I’m included in that – tend to take others’ knowledge for granted. For example I have no fear of ZOOM but I know some people don’t like any form of technology and put this ‘needs must’ phenomenon into that category. It is indeed a very useful piece of kit and you can for example chat to one person or everybody, the organiser can run a poll to get people’s opinions and can be more efficient than a real-life meeting.
I celebrated evening for more than one reason. This was the first time in my 76 years that I’ve heard the word ‘previnent’ never mind used it. It is an adjective with framing news, one of which is going before or preceding, the second is anticipating or expectant of something, or thirdly and antecedent to human action. I don’t know how often I will use that word but it’s nice to have it in my toolbox.
I have designed my own particular face covering to defend myself against Covid 19. You may spot certain weaknesses in the design of my original concept. I can tell you that it is no more effective than facemasks. A Covid 19 virus ( actually quite a useful worker in the body) has no trouble getting through all round the side of masks aided by the ingress or explanation of air. These viruses are very small as I have mentioned so I thought I would make a small contribution to society which I intend to mass produce and see how many people are stupid enough to wear them.
Off to Bath to take Françoise to have a tooth removed, the one in the front top, and have it replaced. By some miracle I got her an appointment at very short notice at Wellsway Dental Practice in Bath.
Whilst she was in the surgery I went for a wander around and saw this leaflet which impressed me quite a lot. It shows me that the locals are looking after each other and have got themselves organised.
I went to get a coffee for the takeaway variety made a mistake as I discovered of asking for soya milk which according to a report by my digestive system contains some artificial chemicals. I will get it right one of these days. I love Bath stone. I spotted a sign of Halloween in the window of an adjacent house.
Françoise emerged in a semi-anaesthetised state and found it very difficult to talk because she had a tooth in an unfamiliar position; she was told that it would take a few days for the new brain connections to be made.
Our weekly ZOOM meeting to discuss Covid went very well. We had 12 people. Evidently in Spain the conditions are far worse than here in the UK. Everyone without exception has to wear a mask in the street and police are going round with smug smiles equipped with guns and batons. All this for a virus that stopped being dangerous about five months ago. Is there any limit to what the public will put up with?
Well, when I say trip I really mean scramble because although it looks very beautiful from a distance the gradient is very steep and when the ground is wet as it was today you have to be very careful not to slip and slide. It is 244m in height.
Cley Hill has lots of legends attached to it. There is a legend that the hill was formed by the devil, when he dropped a sack of earth with which he had planned to bury the town of Devizes. He had retrieved the earth from Somerset and was travelling to Devizes when he stopped to ask an old man the distance to the town. The man replied that he had been walking for years to reach Devizes, so the devil abandoned his plan.
The National Trust in their wisdom accepted it as a gift, and the 66-acre of chalk grassland was notified as a biological sites of special interest in 1975. It was gifted to the charity in 1954 by the six Marquess of Bath.
There is a connection between this place and my first child now deceased. His ashes were buried near this place.
To Mells for a lovely take away latte and sipped it whilst viewing an adjacent stream, swollen by the rain.
…and so to home for lunch. Françoise made a lovely colourful salad which I picture below.
Today, continuous rain, sodden ground and roads awash with deep puddles that slow the cars down and cause the steering to drift if you’re not careful. First of all, we went to have a look at the state of our favourite ford, in Wellow near Bath and found it in a fairly torrential state but nothing like what it is capable of with really bad weather.
Afterwards, we went for a walk in and Ammerdown Forest or should I say wood. We noticed copious amounts of gum coming from the pine trees and wondered what purpose that served at this time of year. I’m sure it’s full of good things and has many uses but a quick Internet search didn’t find much.
On the way back home, we popped into one of my favourite haunts, Radstock Working Mens Club. I’m so used to going there that I forgot the added restrictions. Now, we cannot go to the bar and order. We have to sit down, someone has to write down our contact details and we order a drink while being seated. This must add to staff costs enormously.
When we entered the bar one of the regulars reminded us through sign language that we had to put a mask on. I simply said that we were exempt. We sat down but a woman not too far away complained about our ‘inconsiderate behaviour’. She was not the brightest button in the basket so I just told her she didn’t know anything and it was the law that if we were exempt we didn’t have to wear a mask. Her reply was “bollocks”.
We looked around and saw no that no one seated was wearing a mask. They think that to move around the bar you need a mask on for example when you go to the toilet. Then go back to your seat and take it off again. This virus is indeed exists is quite intelligent, it can only detect moving objects. If you sit still drinking and talking to your friends it will not detect you but as soon as you move it will try and jump on you and cause havoc. For such a tiny object 1 µ in diameter it has amazing intelligence. Also, if we think about the 2 m rule it knows that if there is wind it has to brace itself and not move with the wind and contaminate the next person. It also knows it must not circulate in air-conditioning. This must be the most intelligent virus ever created.
It did maybe a bit sad though because the place I know and still love is very informal and you just roll in and chat. Let us hope this madness stops. I was very encouraged to receive a video statement from an international lawyer based in Germany showing that a mass legal suit is on the cards against the government for relying on misleading testing. I have circulated this to all the people I know and we can all cheer up a bit.
Later… The rain has stopped for the moment but it is now dark and for the first time I’m tempted to have a real fire in the living room.
Back home and into the ordinary routine, going to buy milk and other necessaries, sitting in front of computers hopefully getting wise with what we read. Françoise is having trouble with her teeth or rather a break in one of her teeth. She is due to see the dentist on Wednesday so we decided to cancel the visit by two friends from Thursday to Monday next week and the week afterwards. She is worried about the effect on her of the operation and I totally understand.
Today, I must write to all the allotment to ask them for rent for the forthcoming year. Yesterday I had a committee meeting with our local Council and agreed the way forward. We did it by ZOOM which I’m getting quite used to now, perhaps too used to it.
I went along to the printing place to collect some work. I do notice in people a sense of humour and this makes communication much easier. The lady on reception to the place I went to was without any scintilla of humour and I found it very difficult to talk to her. She had no feeling about a nuance of a statement. It was very much like talking to a robot. I think a sense of humour is essential to getting on with life and if you don’t, you made life very difficult for yourself.
It looks like there’s going to be very little gardening if any this year. I have a couple of regular jobs but that won’t do much. I decided to cut back a little bit and cancel my subscription to This Week. Most of it is a summary of what has gone on the past week and apart from the odd amusing article I think I can live without it. I should spend more time reading real books.
I always write my holiday accounts backward. We arrived back today at about 6 PM after taking the 1:30 PM bus from a semi-deserted Victoria coach Station. There were about 16 of us on the bus, carefully socially distanced. When we arrived at London Heathrow, a Korean man who had got off was looking perplexed. We discovered that someone had taken his case, almost identical to his own, which now sat forlornly on the forecourt.
It is a dilemma for the authorities whether to take charge of the case and wait for someone to claim it and hopefully return the other case but it is possible that they would not discover their mistake till they arrived at their destination. The authorities told the driver to put it on the coach and it would be dealt with like any other lost luggage query. That made us a bit late.
The second event was a chap who overslept and realised that his stopping point was in the rear view mirror so he begged the driver to let him off and fortunately there was a place where this could be done. The whole thing was quite good-natured though.
It is exciting to depart for a place but just as nice to come home again. It was such a relief in a way to get away from seeing so many people wearing masks as they were doing on the subway.
We arrived yesterday Friday and had lunch with two very good friends in Waterloo followed by a traipse around London. The single most shocking thing was seeing everyone with masks, meekly submitting to a system about which they had no clue.
In the evening we went for a walk to the top of Primrose Hill and witnessed groups of lively students enjoying the setting sun.
We walked in Camden which is one of the more well heeled areas of London and enjoyed the high quality of street decoration of which this is an example
This morning, we are going to attend the rally in Trafalgar Square which is timed to commence at mid day. We enjoyed going down by the bus and saw all sorts of excellent artworks on the way.
Indeed, the show must go on. Tell that to Boris.
We arrived at Trafalgar Square at about 11:30 and noticed there was some disarray with the sound system. The sound system seems to be fated because they are not powerful enough to reach everybody in the square and we could hardly hear what was being said.
There is no question that by going along you become part of an instant family and can talk to anyone and everyone which we did. The breadth of knowledge of people there is quite extraordinary. It is difficult to tell many people were there but I would guess about 10,000. The speeches begun but I couldn’t get near enough to hear what was being said so I busied myself going around talking to people and looking at the placards.
Basically, the whole event went quite well until three o’clock and then the police started to close in and forcibly disperse the crowd because they decided they were offending the social distancing rule. They were doing this anyway but they waited till the end.
At about three o’clock we went along to the Mall Gallery and enjoy a wonderful selection of very high quality work, samples of which I give below.
Back to the lovely hotel what turned out to be very good nights sleep. It is worth bearing in mind that especially at this time if you don’t like your mum for any reason for example if you think it is noisy or badly positioned you can ask for another one. Our first one overlooked the petrol station and I asked that it be changed for one overlooking the car park at the back. This is the Premier Ian, Hampstead.
There are always mixed feelings on such occasions. We are going to go along to stand up for what we believe; on the other hand the police have become more brutal and we may well get attacked. From last Saturday’s event I noted that the police charged those who had provoked them. I hope that people have learned from this and will be less aggressive though I have to say that most of the aggression came from the police themselves. Towards the end, another type of police people came along dressed in riot gear and they were the ones who were the real thugs.
As for my mental preparation, I plan as much as I can but I do not over planned because I know that time will fill itself in the way it is meant to be filled. I know I will meet the people I am meant to meet and have conversations that I am meant to have. They say ‘expect the best but plan for the worst’ so there is always plan B in the background. Thank goodness I’m not flying anywhere. The endless filling in of stupid forms would do my head in.
I am going to take great pride in not wearing a mask. I shall be wearing a lanyard with a notice saying that I am exempt and that should get me by. when I go into the local high street shops, Sainsbury’s or the chemists, and I don’t have a mask, people don’t give me a second glance. I wonder what it will be like on the London Tube system; I shall look at the proportion of people who are masked compared with those who are not masked.
This time I am going to travel light. I always take more clothes than I need and end up by carrying unused stuff to and fro. We have no formal activities this time so I can dress as I please so it will be more appropriate to have an overnight bag. I am having 1000 leaflets delivered to the hotel where I’m staying. I hope to meet one or two people afterwards and have a social time but this time I’m really going to engage with people and find out what is going on in their minds and see what I can learn. There are times when I wonder whether my views on Covid in my website make any difference at all but I feel that anything is better than doing nothing and let’s face it the whole is greater than the sum of the parts.
Today the sun shines but the wind blows from the North and it looks like were going to have temperatures in the low teens so I must dress accordingly. The bus fare for the two of us cost £48 as opposed to £21 last time. Maybe National Express decided that they were charging too little for a return but in any event it is quite a chunk. On the other hand as I mentioned before I’m paying £168 for four nights in London Premier Inn which is about a 60% reduction on what I would have paid, so overall I’m not complaining.
There is nothing like getting your timing right and listening to inspiration. Inspiration has a timed element to it in other words if you get inspired to do something and you say to yourself that you will do it later, things do not work in the way you expect it to. I say, trust the universe.
I went on to People per hour.com last night at about 5pm to find someone to help me design a leaflet for the Trafalgar Square rally on Saturday. There are plenty of people out there particularly in India was prepared to do work for what we think is little money but actually for them is quite a lot.
I found a person called Sarita whose portfolio looked pretty good so I wrote to her last night at about 6 PM enclosing the rough proof of what I wanted. It came back about 2 PM today Tuesday, I sent her a couple of corrections and the final PDF arrived half an hour later. Tomorrow, I will send it off to my overnight printer and it will be at my hotel in London when I arrive.
Today is the autumn equinox and normally we go along to Glastonbury to celebrate this year. Due to you know what, there are no formal celebrations as such. Nevertheless, there were quite a number of people there and we sat round the chalice Well itself for some quietness and meditation. I managed about 5 minutes and then got restless.
It was then that I met a lady whom comprise my first meaningful communication. I saw that she had bought a pendulum. I knew she was a novice because I saw her holding it like a teabag and trying to make it swing. I being me went up to her and introduced myself as a dowser of 40 years. I did a reading using her pendulum finding out how she could best apply her talent and found that she was able to diagnose the atmospheres of buildings. I was very glad to be able to encourage her. Later on we met by coincidence in the centre of Glastonbury when I was with Françoise and I gave a further encouragement and gave my card.
It was very pleasant I must admit to be in Chalice Well Gardens with very few people because normally it is crowded. We paid £4.20 to get in; normally they let us in for nothing on special occasions. Knowing about the importance of grounding our energies we walked around in bare feet and spent some time wading in the paddling pool.
We decided to climb Glastonbury Tor and by the way it is climb for which you need to be physically fit. The way up and the way down is very much like a social club because everyone is on the same wavelength and you could more or less talk to anyone and be guaranteed a friendly greeting in return. Covid was a conversation piece with most people getting bored and desperate with it. I found that people who wore masks, one couple in particular, were alienating themselves from everybody else and if they don’t get mental stress problems I would be very surprised.
Sometimes, Cows are let out and they walk around the building at the top but on this occasion there were only a few sheep on the lower pastures. We met an African-American couple photographing each other and I got the impression that the male photographed his female companion many times so I made a joke saying that if I had 50 p for every time he photographed his friend would I be rich and he laughed knowingly saying yes.
Outside the alas closed Womens Centre a wonderful miniature apple tree full of fruit.
Under the mild threat of a rain shower or two we went down to the town and I decided that the best thing for me was a pint of local cider so we went to the King Arthur pub, a wonderful traditional pub just built for Glastonbury and had the most wonderful local cider, fairly sweet, and Françoise had some alcohol free ginger beer. I remember I used to make ginger beer when I was young. Once the top of the bottle blew off under pressure and the whole thing shattered pieces and some of the glass embedded itself into the shelves above and beneath.
There are arcades of the Main Street that are most interesting to tourists who of course had been decimated in recent months. Invention and creativity is the order of the day. You could almost think you were in Greece looking at the picture below.And so back home. Now the evenings will start to draw in. On the way back, we got in supplies of coal which I note has increased in price. We paid £23 for 60 kg of house coal. We burn a combination of coal and wood so that should last us a bit.
Françoise just had a chat with someone who lives in London. They told her that journeys by bus can take longer because they are changing the architecture of the streets to accommodate more social distancing, all this is based on a lie, how can the government get out of this I wonder.
On Friday I went to see someone who wanted their garden done. Pensioner who met me seemed a little bit fraught but he was grateful enough to see us. It was quite plain that his wife ruled the roost. I gave a quote for the garden but said that the cost of removing the rubbish could not be determined as we were not sure about the volume. On Saturday morning he rang at 8:30 telling us that we should not come and start the work because he wanted the final estimate for the cost of taking away. I told him that I thought it would be between £50 and £100 but could not be certain because we have not started the job. Even got very short with me and started making personal comments about my competence, track record etc and ended up by putting the phone down. It’s not very often that this happens to me but I have a rule that if something starts badly it will go on badly and I never do work for such people even go in loss of income.
I have a feeling that my new vicar, Rev Adam, and I are not on the same wavelength. no one has mentioned COVID and I would like to discuss it is only to give added help and support to those people who have found themselves on their own. At the ZOOM meetings I cannot focus on the topic and cannot really make a meaningful connection which means that for the most part like a zombie just watching. This is not helpful for me, and it must be confusing for the few other people who attend the meeting. Unless something happens, and I’m not saying it will or it won’t, I doubt if I will be an enthusiastic member of the church for much longer.
With Covid, certainly in the UK, the number of videos of people criticising the government is increasing and I think it’s only a matter of time before their position becomes unstable. The government are quite determined that a second wave is going to happen and are simply ignoring the public in pursuit of their own goals which are anti-aesthetic with the economic health of this country the United Kingdom. Does the whole place have to actually collapse before they see the error of their ways?
My stomach is under control largely because I have decided to limit myself to 2 meals a day, not eat after 6 PM, take an allopathic pill for my Barrett’s oesophagus every other day, and be careful about drinking anything alcoholic in the evening. I know Barrett’s can develop into something more serious, for example cancer, but I think if I live a relaxed and healthy lifestyle that is quite unlikely.
I’m looking forward to attending the Trafalgar Square meeting next Saturday. The police are quite happy to let Black Lives Matter events go ahead but they are being aggressive towards anything 5G or Corona and some people in Trafalgar Square were being arrested for not having masks and given fines.