There are times when we just have to get out of the house, much as we like it. It had been raining on and off for the past 12 hours and we decided to have a wild walk and so we togged up in our water proofs and off we went. Wellow is a fairly snooty little village about 7 miles way. Off we went and our first stop was the ford, where we found that the road was 5 feet under water, and was the water moving. Yes sir! as they say.
Next to the horse stables. We had a cup of tea and coffee and some sausage rolls, then off down the old rail track to Bath (now a walking route)
There was the odd cyclist and dog walker but for the most part we were on our own. It was lovely to hear only the sound of the wind in the trees and at times the rain on our faces. It’s a great incentive to be part of nature and turn off the brain. You could call it a free therapy session. Nature has been around before human kind appeared on the earth and will no doubt be around after we blow ourselves up or all die of a mysterious virus. We returned home to a very good pizza which Francoise cooked.
We watched more of the Harry saga. He seems a lost person. How could anyone self destruct so effortlessly. His worst mistake was saying that he killed 25 Taliban. It is just ‘not done’ and goes against all protocol. Should he attend the coronation of Charles III? A lot can happen in four months.
I am a great enthusiast for Near Death Experiences. The one below is particularly good. I love it when people tell it as it is and no matter how untidy the authenticity shines through. Have a watch.
It must have been something I ate. Yes, I bought a pie from the local butchers. I assumed it was fresh but results showed otherwise. Within hours I started getting pain in my lower stomach. It was a new type of sharp pain. From time to time I got electric shocks between my legs.
It was a few more hours before I realized I had good old fashioned diarrhea. Frequent visit to the loo without much to show for it. Pain and bloating. This is the body’s way of complaining.
This was Saturday. Most of the night was spent watching GBNews, back to bed for a bit, pacing around, more TV. I could not focus enough to read a book. All the energy seemed to drain away. I found I was stumbling around and falling in to things. I did not switch on my computer Sunday. Unheard of.
Francoise gave me some homeopathy. | realised I had to sweat it out. I sat in my armchair, ‘doing’ nothing and letting the body get on with it. Our immune system has been working for us since time immemorial. I avoided eating and stuck to water, a few sips on a regular basis.
Now as I sit here typing , normality and energy has returned and I feel more ‘me’. I must give thanks for health and strength. Must go easy on the coffee and the alcohol.
If you believe in quantum entanglement then we are all one or as St Paul said in his letter to the Ephesians. The full verse is “Therefore, putting away falsehood, speak the truth, each to his neighbour, for we are members one of another” (Eph 4:25). Pope Francis had quite a lot to say on this.
I do not necessarily think about this every day but I act on it every day. When I am out and about I look forward to making an observation, cracking a joke, passing the time of day with as many people as present the slightest interest.
Today the skies were blue so off we went about 11 am. We like walking along the old railway track (thank you Dr. Beeching) between Midsomer Norton and Frome. There are always people walking their dogs, taking brisk exercise, standing in groups and chatting.
We parked up by one of the bridges near Mells. There was a small group talking. I went up to them and told them they looked conspiratorial. They liked that and said they had finished their walk and were just de-briefing . One of the men commented about my Volvo. He had been a fan of them and his own had done over 250,000 miles. We had a mutual admiration session about how wise we were to buy one. We discussed the size of the boot (trunk to my American readers) and also complained about the drinking of petrol.
We met two Irish people who lived in Bath. They were doing a brisk circular walk. We discussed the quality of the local pub in Mells. I teased them that their walking was just an athletic pub crawl.
I noted that the stream which runs along the rail line had received the attention of badgers as there was a dam. If there is one thing I like and that is unblocking such dams especially in rural and country places. I duly set to work. I have never really transcended my love of the elements particularly fire and water. I have played with water all my life.
I wish cyclists would all have bells. Francoise nearly got run over by a cyclist who was going at a fair speed. She was just one step away from a visit to the hospital and who wants this at such a time of strikes .
The sun’s rays were brilliant- curiously for a day so near mid winter – and the sharpness of their rays threw the tree branches into sharp relief.
And so to home and a late lunch. Mostly warmed up food from Christmas and another bottle of champagne. Will I ever get used to wine again?
How many thousands of interviews have I listened to and watched over the last …. years. Some are riveting, others turn me off at a rate of knots.
Folks PLEASE do some research beforehand so your interviewee can have confidence in you. Bad manners – most interviewers cannot resist interposing their own views, interrupting the speaker and not listening. The most irritating are those who try to show that they know a lot about the subject, maybe even more than the unfortunate interviewee. You cannot be the interviewer and the interviewee at the same time.
The job of the interviewer is to put themselves in the shoes of the listener. If there are implications then its up to him to say ‘are you saying that…. etc.’ This enables an important point to the hammered home to the audience without an obvious repetition.
Someone familiar with their material will tend to say something ambiguous, or use technical terms which the audience are unfamiliar with. This should be picked up and the interviewer should say something like …for those not familiar with the subject…… what does so and so mean.
The interviewer should LISTEN and espouse the speaker, watching out and assisting in times of difficulty. Many brilliant people are not trained speakers and sometimes, their work needs to be ‘unpacked’ and laid out in a simple way. It could be seen as a game of tennis. The interviewer returns the ball with a spin on it. The interviewee sees things in a slightly new light and explains it – perhaps for the first time – in a new way.
The interviewer should not bully or ridicule the guest otherwise the audience will take the sides of the guest. Better to let someone crucify themselves. Let the audience be the judge.
If the interviewer is on TV or ZOOM and has visual material then do a practice run beforehand. Questions like ‘can you see this’ or ‘just hold on while I sort out this glitch’ are not professional.
Is it really so important that the interviewer covers all the questions on his list. Try to go with the flow and imagine the whole like composing a piece of music. Introduction – main theme – variation – finale – maybe a coda.
Its all music at its core
A phrase I like is ‘you don’t know what you know until you tell someone’. A talk can be equally beneficial for the interviewer, the interviewee and the audience.
NB A few deep breaths before, a glass of water during.
Happy New Year everyone. The period between Christmas and New year has traditionally been the time when I can take refuge and no one expects me to be in or responsive. I can choose my contact methods, whom I respond to and how long a lie in bed I have in the morning. I could have gone abroad for a week but in my view you need the best part of a week to acclimatize to being somewhere else. The idea of queues at airports appalls me but thank you Army for stepping in and filling the gap after the Border Farce strike.
The ideal holiday would be three weeks (Holy Day > holiday – get it?). The first week is for adjustment and casting off the everyday habits, the second week to deep dive into the vacation and the third week to slowly adjust to returning. I am a great believer in not being too ambitious on vacation as you can end up arriving home more exhausted than when you started. This applies particularly to package holidays where you spend one or two nights in one place and move on. This inevitably involve early starts.
I had my pheasant for Christmas lunch. I slightly under-cooked it but made up for it by making a stew the following day. Yummy with onions and carrots. I bought a wonderful Christmas cake locally, It was £10. That with warm mince pies, custard and single cream! What a glutton I am.
We watched a small amount of TV. I mainly watch GBNews these days. We spent our time snoozing or reading or watching videos. We have no family near so we had no obligations in this direction. I do love the peace and quiet. Thank goodness we are both independent souls; we can sit in our rooms and work the computers to our hearts content.
Tonight we shall stay up till midnight and watch the first London firework displays for two years. There will probably be the odd glass of champagne consumed.
We had to travel to Oxford to attend the funeral of a very dear friend of us both; Susannah. Rain and clouds on the journey were the norm. We wanted to avoid the motorways but unfortunately chose a direction which involved the highways and byways including the dreaded A303 at Stone Henge, always a lot of traffic there. We left somerset about 10:30 this morning and arrived just in time for the service which was at 1:30 p.m. The sweet little church was full of people and the service was exemplary in terms of delivery, non sentimentalism, informative content and a celebration of faith.
One poor couple arrived just at the end because they had been caught up in a traffic jam on the M25. They looked disconsolately at their service sheet trying to catch something of what they had missed
Afterwards we went along to the church hall for a wake. I must say all the people there were of a very good caliber and it shows me that like attracts like. Susannah was an exceptional person who gave her life in the service of others and had many friends. We were joined by three of our friends from our zoom group that I ran for 2 years; Paul, Nicholas and Simone. Our group seems to have run is course because now everyone is going their separate ways and the support that was offered seemed to bear fruit. We can say that the birds fled the nest stronger for their experiences.
For me the acoustics were a little sharp. Many people were talking loudly (well, they had to in order to make themselves heard) and it was not conducive to the exchanging of fond memories of the departed. We stayed a couple of hours and then the noise got the better of us.
On the way to the car we spotted a sign ‘pheasants for sale’. A brace was available for £5. I have never cooked a pheasant and not being one to miss a bargain grabbed the opportunity. We climbed the steps to an adjacent house and talked to the seller/owner who had lived in the same house all his life. A few stories later we departed, me with a nostalgic feeling for the times that were. He said that the only way for him to cook a pheasant was to make a stew out of it. I shall do this.
The return journey in the dark was not pleasant. With a GPS we found ourselves lost In the dark but eventually arrived home here in Midsomer Norton at 7.15 pm. We avoided two traffic jams one of which was 3 miles long going into bath and the other one were re numerous traffic jams going into Bristol which we avoided by skirting around Bristol which in the dark is an act of faith.
At the wake I met a couple of people who were interested in my mediumistic comment about how Susannah was doing on her new platform of life after death. They were interested in having a reading so I gave out my cards to them.
I have been involved in a county court judgement against me for a dispute about about a gardening job and this has weighed on my mind quite a lot and it does require a certain amount of faith to maintain a Christmas spirit.
I’m glad to say that after all this trouble my Volvo is doing very well. We thought we would have to replace a fan motor costing £500 but when they put my original motor back it started well and is functioning 100%. We feel that the problem was due to a calcified connection and not a mechanical defect as such.
So today is the winter solstice whereby tradition we go to chalice well in Wells. This time there were many people there, about 200 I would say, and at midday we all gathered round the well itself which had been dressed first thing in the morning with the most beautiful flowers and with the greatest amount of love.
I wish all the world was like chalice gardens. You can speak to anyone else without introduction. That is the way things are. You can share whatever be as you like but hopefully you will err on the peaceful side as people are rather sick of things like covid, 5G and Putin. I admit not to like it if there are too many people. I prefer to visit when the population is sparse.
We went with two friends from Bath on our traditional walk down the High Street not forgetting to go to Burns the Bread for sausage roll, various cakes and the most lovely coffee. We went to the goddess centre but found that to be in the same room as an icon would cost £25 plus a donation so we passed on that one. Whose idea that was? Not very wise and two greedy.
We were in Glastonbury from 11 in the morning until about 3:30. Blue sky throughout. At the start of the tour we went to see the museum of Rural Life where the current theme was working horses. I recommend this museum for high quality presentation. The annual cost of admission is £6.25 which means that once you’ve gone in you get a pass for going in for the whole year which must be one of the best bargains around. My only objection is the overpriced coffee at £3.30 for a latte.
Glastonbury is never the same no matter how many times you go. I met a chap in the High Street who was talking about Mark Passio. a lecturer in esoteric things. We visited the church of St John; there were about 24 Christmas trees inside, each one paid for by a different organisation. This is an open church where paganism and Christianity are equally accepted.
We now have a direct service to Bristol which does not go around the houses but directly from the end of my street to Bristol Bus Station taking a mere 51 minutes. We took the 11.14 to that city and seated ourselves upstairs at the front for the best view. Nothing much has changed since my teen-years. Definitely the best seats in the bus if you dont mind less leg-room.
There is something about the Christmas Spirit that was not only lingering on but was thriving. People are more happy to talk with each other, exchange humorous banter, and generally going on their way showing good will. The sky was blue and although it was cold then lack of wind made this less than an ordeal.
We went to my favorite buffet restaurant, Cosmo, where at this time of day you can have an all you can eat for £14.99. The giant is ZaZa but they were charging £19.99 per head which we felt was a bit much for lunch time.
As usual I made it my habit to talk outrageously to as many people as possible. I notice that although I wonder how I get away with it people seem to take it in good spirit. I reckon people are starved of people to speak to and to be listened to.
In the evening a trip to Downside Abbey for a nine lessons and carols type of event. The acoustics are terrible so I could hardly hear what was being said and that in spite of knowing the texts of the bible excerpts that are used on this occasion. An added irritant was the introduction of an uumps uumpa brass band which ruined the sacred nature of the traditional hymns. I stood right at the back as I could not bear to be seated and imprisoned at the front.
What was even worse – a women who insists on bringing her baby along. The baby cries when it wishes and this is hugely disturbing and very selfish behavior. I find the Abbey without atmosphere. Francoise my wife does not wish to go there again except for an exceptional programme.
Sunday morning – to an 8am communion at St. Johns, my local church to which I have recently taken a liking to. All Saints in Paulton is good on the social side and I regularly attend the Tuesday morning coffee mornings but I do not like the very informal nature of the services, with children running around. I mix and match which seems to work.
At 10 am off to the so called ‘Super Sunday at the previously abandoned Methodist Church in Radstock. This is an informal group of Christians – The Vineyard’ both adults and children where we can catch up on the gossip and share meaningful experiences.
At 3pm THE FOOTBALL FINAL started. One of the best football finals I have ever seen. Full time 2-2. Extra time 2-2. Then the penalties began. It was about 5.50 pm and the All Saints carol service was about to begin. I’m afraid the devil got me. A cozy room, fascinating play, raining and blowing outside. If the penalties had been just ten minutes earlier I would have jumped in the car but – rotten timing for the service.
I found this article under a message from an Arcturian Council source via https://goldenageofgaia.com/2022/11/29/the-9d-arcturian-council-through-daniel-scranton-why-most-romantic-relationships-dont-last/
I am reproducing it in full as it is so novel and so good.
“Greetings. We are the Arcturian Council. We are pleased to connect with all of you.
We are giving ourselves everything that we need in order to be the best versions of ourselves for all of you and all of the other beings that we are helping in this universe of ours. We do not hold back when it comes to giving ourselves the love and compassion that we enjoy receiving so much from others.
One of the greatest secrets that you are not taught in schools or in religions is that if you want others to treat you a certain way, then you must first treat yourselves the way that you want to be treated.
This is the golden rule, part two that we are talking about. Yes, you want to treat others the way you would love to be treated, but you also have to treat yourself the way you want others to treat you.
The universe is a gigantic mirror, and it always reveals to you what’s going on inside of you, rather than what you want the world to think or see. Whatever you want others to think and say about you, please think those thoughts and say those things to yourselves. Tell the universe, and show the universe, what you want to see reflected back to you from your fellow humans.
You have so much more to give others when you first feel whole and complete in yourselves. This is the key reason why most relationships that are romantic in nature do not work out or do not last until death do you part.
It is because at least one of the individuals in the relationship is looking to the other to give them something that they’ve never been able to give themselves. And at first, it is easy for the other person to do that, but eventually, they will get caught up in other aspects of life and forget to give their partner what the partner needs and wants. And that is usually when the relationship fizzles out.
But if you make the way you relate to yourself a priority, then there is no end to the amount of love, praise, and adoration you can receive from your fellow humans.
This is something we would love to see being taught in your public school systems, but sadly, it is not even spoken about in the curriculum. And most of you have to wait until you are adults to realize what has been missing from your lives for decades.
We are here to give you permission to give yourselves everything that you want and need from your fellow humans, and let everyone else off the hook, for now. Just trust that they will start to reflect to you that self-love that you will dedicate yourselves to from this point forward in your lives.
We are the Arcturian Council, and we have enjoyed connecting with you.”
It remind me that being viewed from a higher perspective enables clearer and more nuanced thought. – Brian
Just occasionally things conspire together to make a day as near perfect as I could hope for. We were supposed to pick up our hire car yesterday Monday in order to have our beloved older Volvo repaired. The previous user of the courtesy car had not appeared at the garage until late last night, so we had to go today.
As it happened the weather was warm(ish) for the time of year and the skies were clear. We avoided driving to Chippenham via Bath and went by the highways and byways, stopping off at Frome. We did our shopping at Lidl, then went to order some paint from B and Q. The paint is made to our specification, one out of 2.4 million colours. The server, Nigel, was one of the old fashioned types who gave service. We ordered a trial tin of paint for £4 so we could see that the colour was exactly right. He painted an area on card and blow dried it for us to approve. The 2.5 litre product was around £30 but it seemed worth every penny due to its resilience to abuse (children and animals).
I popped in to Frome station wanting to use the loo. For some reason you have to ask for a key from the booking office. That’s impossible when the office is unmanned which is most of the time. I noticed trains to Worcester and to Weymouth. We could try that one day.
We then went to ASDA, filled up with cheap petrol, then went round the store. Always something to tempt the eye. I had a chicken breast for 99p. It was a great filler up for lunch.
Off we went to the Volvo store. I arrived at 12.04 having said I would arrive by 12.00. Chris Fortt the service manager teased me. We have built up a great relationship during the last months and I look forward to going.
We were introduced to our new Volvo courtesy car. It was half way between my old 2003 volvo and the space age cars that we see these days. There is no need for a car key to star the engine. You press down the clutch and press the start/stop button and there you go. The drive was very smooth. It used 29 mpg as opposed to 23 mpg for my old Volvo but then it is only 1600 cc’s.
We drove to Bath for Francoise to pick up her French ID card. The Francis hotel where the French consulaire has meetings is a lovely traditional establishment that does afternoon tea. The rates are quite reasonable for a snobby place like Bath (£119 p.n. excluding breakfast but rates vary).
Off to the Victoria Art Gallery where there was an exhibition of work by Peter Brown: Bath, City and Beyond. This is a prolific artist who paints works at one sitting. They were so realistic I almost felt I could walk in to the street scenes. Particularly brilliant were the wet pavements and sidewalks. The whole was uplifting. It is clear that this artist only has one style but he is very good at it.
We then went to have a glass of mulled wine at a restaurant just by the Cathedral followed by a visit to Morrison’s where I bought a small salad buffet for £3.25. That was quite a filler. Amazing how much you can stuff into a plastic container.
Night was falling and we took the park and ride bus to Odd Down where we had parked our car. The evening sky was a spectacular red surrounded by dark clouds. It reminded me of the gateway to hell or what I imagine to be such a thing. But it was beautiful as well.
Back home for a glass of bubbly and a light meal. Watched the football Portugal vs Switzerland. 5:1 and a great Ronaldo support act.
We enjoyed speaking to many people. I love bringing a smile to the face of a stranger. I have become more bold as I realize that people actually like to be talked to but you have to have the right motive otherwise they will feel uneasy. It is easier when I am with my wife but when I am alone I can still achieve a positive result (people being willing to engage with me).
I actually managed to relax and forget the serious things of the world. Of course they run in the background.
Telegram have changed their rules and my Covid material, as they are republishing and containing images have been blocked. No asking. They just do it. Money exchanges hands, or it it a threat, or what. We shall never know.
So last night I tried the medbed, which is a futuristic device utilizing quantum entanglement. Se a rather glorious picture of it here.
In order to take part you don’t need to visit anywhere. You need to upload a picture of where you will be lying be it a bed or chair. You then send in the picture to the office in Switzerland. At a time determined by you, you sit or lie down in a location related to the images and ask the machine via thought to scan you. It is an 8 hour test. I started mine at 11 pm.
This is the technology of the future based on the work of Nicola Tesla. I noticed certain pricks of energy in my head at various points but also in unexpected places such as the knee. I ‘asked’ the energy to focus on various weaknesses in my body such as my left eye, my stomach, my prostate. I have no idea if healing took place. My guess is that many repetitions are needed to notice an effect.
I spend a lot of time watching videos and one that I was impelled to watch with my partner Francoise was one by Eckhart Tolle on the relationship between us humans and nature. I do not normally recommend a video in what is primarily a Samuel Pepys type diary but this one is outstanding from the paradigm shifting point of view.
I had a paradigm shift of my own this morning. I had been having a pleasant and productive relationship with an older lady down my road. I did her garden on two occasions. She paid me what I asked for the second but suddenly I got a phone call from her daughter questioning my charges and asking me to justify them. She is a wedding planner. Its a bit like someone has a wedding, all goes well, the bride’s parents pay the bill, and then someone calls up out of the blue complaining that the flowers were over charged for.
I conducted an intuitive reading on her and found a lot of anger and negativity and thus the need for control. My poor client was out of her depth and was starting to be taken control of by her daughter. She called me 6 times and I did not respond. I eventually sent her a text
After having been called back following our previous work we did the garden again to your mother’s satisfaction and she paid without complaint. Good-will service will now commence for the next 5 months at no charge as agreed in writing.
I only offered to give my customer a free garden service (which I have never done before) to cancel out the effects of her unfortunate progeny, including a son who is putting it mildly far from pleasant. I need to demonstrate ‘unconditional love’ to her which hopefully will repair the damage before she passes over. She is 80.
After sending the SMS I felt lighter, more myself, and in that moment how my inattentiveness had cost me dear. It was like a finger of malevolence had been withdrawn. I should remember to put a protection around myself every morning but sometimes I forget, and this time it was to my cost albeit temporarily. It is always good to have a partner who is on the same wavelength to work things though with and in Francoise I have such a partner. It does or should minimize the risk of making diplomatic mistakes. The road to hell is paved with good intentions.
This evening we had a meeting of our local awareness group about all things covid, New World Order and political chicanery in general. It was in the upstairs of our Wetherspoons pub, a vastly popular meeting place here in Midsomer Norton. It used to be the Palladium cinema, and the origins have been respected by the pub designers. The problem is that it is noisy. We were in a small room upstairs and after the first dozen or so people entered the volume of noise went up and up until you almost had to cup your hand to your ear to hear what was being said.
However the conversations were jolly enough. Problem is it is very much a closed circle. We can it ‘preaching to the choir’ so not much useful information was spread out without, though a lot was shared. I had some delicious chips but as I write later we are both burping. We reckon it was the fat. C’est la vie.
So much has happened recently that when the evening comes I don’t have the energy or the ‘ooomph’ to write it down. Today Monday we have the Town Carnival, commencing at 19.30 where an assortment of lorries sponsored by various firms trundle up the High Street.
Today I drafted a letter to the Town Council about their conduct at our allotment AGM last Monday. I had written a 5 page report and found out from their lack of questions or comments that they had not even read it. That really annoys me. I shall show it to other allotmenteers before sending it.
I am having half a day off from Covid but I read a really communicable report on the effect of mRNA proteins. It was a joy to read a simple explanation which does not talk down to people.
Dr Ryan Cole has spoken out on the issue of the dangers of the mRNA spike proteins many times before, but believes that the evidence is even stronger now, producing blood clotting, hear conditions, and even cancer. Here is the root of the problem: “[In] normal mRNA, you have cells making messages all day long … mRNA is generally broken down within minutes to maybe an hour or two. mRNA should not persist. … “But when you put this synthetic pseudouridine [in your body],” said Cole. “The body doesn’t know what to do with it, and it looks at it and says, ‘Hmm, I don’t know what to do. So I’m not going to break it down.’ And so it evades that breakdown process, and it also evades an immune response. But it also turns down our immune system, which is not a good thing because other things—cancers, viruses—get to wake up.” And, the rest is statistics as seen in VAERS.
This afternoon I was visited by a friend whose son had been subject to depressions. It happened after they visited a haunted house. The son went to a shaman here in Bath and she discovered certain detritus which had spread from now deceased grandfather who lived there. The shaman managed to remove the detritus and – so far so good – the symptoms have eased.
I am speaking later this week to a web designer about a remote view/ healing site which I want to use as a re-launch vehicle for my work. I have had many disappointments with a site. People read it but they do not take action. I do not think I am writing from their point of view.
Gardening is starting to require too much energy from me so I need something more sedentary.
Last Saturday we did two gardening jobs. Due to the weather we have not been active for some time so it was good to get out there in the comparatively warm weather with lovely blue sky. Afterwards we went to my favorite tea room in Chewton Mendip. We had two lasagnas for main course accompanied by elderberry cordial followed by generous chocolate cake slices and coffee. That took all the money from the second small job but we had a lovely relaxing time followed by a drive back home again under a blue sky. No chem trails today.I wonder why. There was little if any wind.
We need gardening to defray the ever increasing utility bills. Council tax £205 pm, gas and electricity just over £100 and that’s with a rebate, Sky TV and internet £66, car tax £31.50, water £29.50. So that’s over £400 on a good day. However a couple of jobs per week will more than cover it. I just have to get out there and find lighter jobs which older people are glad to have done for them and which I can do without straining my body.
For some reason neither of us is sleeping well. I go to bed not really tired. Maybe I have to stop watching TV at an earlier hour and read a book. I did not lose consciousness at all last evening.
More madness from the Just Stop Oil people. The police are pathetic, just standing around watching someone climb on a gantry on the M25. I wonder how the protestors got there. Surely not in their cars. In China they would have been imprisoned in a blink of an eye.
So UK is paying France £60m to better control the stream of thugs and drug dealers from Albania that are coming over, conveniently traveling through Europe and arriving at the land of milk and honey with the promise of well paid jobs. They are entertained at our expense £7m a DAY. What about our own poor and needy?
As a result of our house having a Feng Shui examination (see previous) we now have a spot lit Buddha in our back garden to balance the Chi. The finer points escape me but I do feel well.
Today I am in full work mode. I love this Doctor; irrespective of subject matter, his attitude is a role model for anything in the scientific or indeed the humanities field. Do watch this interview and watch how he comports himself.
His faith involves three elements. Be compassionate, rejoice for others, stay in the middle i.e. don’t be extreme. So simple and yet so key.
Monday evening is the time I must make a report to the Town Council on the topic of our local allotments of which I am the chair. The last 203 years have seen much battering of the human spirit and I have shown that in spite of all, progress has been made and we have raised the bar on performance and user friendliness. It is quite unusual for Allotment Associations to have their own websites so without realizing it, we are managing to achieve standards that few others care to match.
Today started cloudless and warm. I had my eye appointment this morning so I was sat a couple of hours on buses. I had the quickest ever ‘in out’ experience. My appointment was 11.am. I entered the ward at 10.50 am, was tested at 10.55, entered the theatre at 11.00 and left after the procedure at 11.05. I celebrated by having a lunch of fish, chips and mushy potatoes followed by custard and chocolate pudding yum yum.
A couple of weeks ago we had our house Feng Shui examined. I did this in preparation for a forthcoming attempt to re-launch my healing and diagnostic services. It was necessary to balance the house by placing a statue in the rear of the property, and also making a path of paving stones in the front garden. We went to the Hillier Garden Centre in Cheddar and bought seven large slate-like paving stones and . just for good measure, five more goldfish to add to our five in the pool in our back garden.
With regard to the current world chaos, if anyone is interested, the bad and evil people who run the world will I believe destroy themselves by a process culminating in a world-wise collapse starting April 2024 and finishing August 2024. Meanwhile they will throw everything at us. Many people are dying and will die. It is a clumsy attempt by a group of psychopaths to destroy the human being and replace us with a form of being controlled by Artificial intelligence or ‘AI’
I know it is grim stuff but the only way to avoid fear (and the ability of others to make us frightened) is to know what is going on and why.
My stomach continues with its ups and downs but if I refrain from sugar and alcohol and eat food slowly my stomach is maintained in a quiescent state.
I type to the sound of fireworks. It is only 4th November but the forecast for tomorrow is not good so some have chosen to have their parties one night prior. A wise move because there is no wind and no rain.
I came across this during one of my many wanderings through sites related to Covid. We are supposed to – and were once – an embodiment of light. We are now harbingers of doom in so far as we do not respect our humanity and unique soul ‘made in the image of God’. I love these sorts of memes.
Today I had a chat with my vicar, Rev. Adam Pitt, of All Saints Church, Paulton at the regular coffee morning that I attend Tuesdays. We do not see eye to eye on everything but I suddenly thought of us talking and wondered about the difference between talking and speaking. This led to a good discussion which I said I would follow up.
This is the email I just sent to him:
Talking – to exchange thoughts and opinions. covers a wide variety of methodology
Speaking – to convey information in a formal way, I must speak to x about Y – more one way?
Speaking up – either more volume or becoming courageous or outspoken
Having a word with – also to convey information, to give advice, to keep informed
Having words with – to reprimand or chastise with an element of anger attached. ‘They had words’
An address – to aim, to guide, to direct in a formal or old-fashioned way. ‘He addressed the group’
Having a chat – informal, passing the time, includes gossip
An oration – a formal speech made in public
A eulogy – speech or piece of writing that praises someone or something
Airing – getting something off your chest, raising a problem that may have been hidden
Ventilating or voicing – expressing an inner situation that may be troubling
Spouting – to utter a great volume of material, but not necessarily coherent or correct
Blabbering, Jabbering – constant talking without discipline or entertaining another view
Gossiping – to relate sometimes questionable or secret information of a personal nature
I am now pondering about how much of each I do in my daily life.
This morning I received a Government notification of the possibility of power cuts. They are supposed to be rotating, and last for three hours. You know which area you are in through the code on your electricity bill (though I have yet to test this out). It looks like cuts in January and February, as we had not enough to worry about.
Finally in this miscellany, listen to Martha Argerich, playing piano at around the age of 80. How does she manage. You think YOU are old?
We have invited a Feng Shui consultant to visit us later on this month. I want everything in our home to be harmonious as we move to the next phase of our development.
I have today written to the subscribers of my covid website that I shall no longer be adding information on a daily basis. Readers have a choice of reading over 15,000 entries which themselves lead to an average of four time that number and between them they reach into every corner of the ghastly corrupt world of Covid.
I told my readers that if they did not ‘get it’ by now there was nothing more I could do. The main object of Covid is to act as a frightener to bringing on the NWO New World Order where the planet as we know it is being destroyed deliberately yes you heard that right. Mass starvation will be the order of the day and many millions will die.
An example of the dystopian scenario is an interview with Mike Adams and the founder of EngineeringWatch.org. Here it is.
Advice given by Dr Fuellmich is that we should be happy and aware. Instead of complying we should resist. I intend to have a full and happy time in winter. Amazing how sure the main stream media is that we are going to have a cold winter. Maybe they know something that we do not. I would like to build up a consultancy business to assist those who are frightened and disorientated but until we have the right formula I shall not proceed. Meanwhile I have a stack of books I want to read.
I am fascinated by accounts of NDE’s, near death experiences. They show how transitory this world is and how there is no escape from your actions and indeed your thoughts. I watched one where the landscape was so luminescent that each blade of grass was said to have its own music and its own distinctive smell. In a way I cannot wait to pass over but I know that many are sent back as they have to finish their tasks agreed and given for this life. I do not feel, at 78, that I have finished – by a long chalk.
Last Thursday we visited a Crafters show in the Bath and West showgrounds south of Shepton Mallet. I went mainly for Francoise but it was interesting to see an alternative world of greatly skilled people working their craft. So many types – needle work, crochet, embroidery, printing, weaving etc. Let’s hope these therapeutic crafts stay alive.
For the winter I am making arrangements for a ‘sitting round the fire’ event at our home, either inside or outside weather permitting. ‘Down’ days like we all have can be worse in the cold and frost. The main thing that is important to me, at the end of the day, is making a difference to the life of others even if its in a small way. I wonder if there is any such thing as a ‘small’ way. You have either given support or you have not.
Me: Hey God.
Me: I’m falling apart. Can you put me back together?
God: I would rather not.
God: Because you aren’t a puzzle.
Me: What about all of the pieces of my life that are falling down onto the ground?
God: Let them stay there for a while. They fell off for a reason. Take some time and decide if you need any of those pieces back.
Me: You don’t understand!
I’m breaking down!
God: No – you don’t understand. You are breaking through. What you are feeling are just growing pains. You are shedding the things and the people in your life that are holding you back.
You aren’t falling apart. You are falling into place. Relax. Take some deep breaths and allow those things you don’t need anymore to fall off of you.
Quit holding onto the pieces that don’t fit you anymore. Let them fall off. Let them go.
Me: Once I start doing that, what will be left of me?
God: Only the very best pieces of you.
Me: I’m scared of changing.
God: I keep telling you – YOU AREN’T CHANGING!! YOU ARE BECOMING!
Me: Becoming who?
God: Becoming who I created you to be! A person of light and love and charity and hope and courage and joy and mercy and grace and compassion.
I made you for more than the shallow pieces you have decided to adorn yourself with that you cling to with such greed and fear.
Let those things fall off of you. I love you! Don’t change! … Become! Become! Become who I made you to be. I’m going to keep telling you this until you remember it.
Me: There goes another piece.
God: Yep. Let it be.
Me: So … I’m not broken?
God: Of course Not! – but you are breaking like the dawn. It’s a new day.
Most people don’t use imagine-ation when writing a piece. This writer, Lisa Loraine Baker, has the talent of putting the reader in the picture and I read this thorough whilst being side tracked from something complete different. I reproduce it in full.
Can you imagine what it felt like to face a Roman death penalty in the early first century? The Romans, masters of cruelty, didn’t give a prisoner a choice of how they wished to face their demise. Criminals either had their heads taken off, were thrown from a great elevation, strangled, killed by a beast, drowned, buried alive, impaled, or crucified. All were brutal, and only beheading was quick.
Imagine again what it would have been like to have been the thief on the cross, crucified alongside Jesus Christ, hearing the large crowd of mockers spewing venom at Him, and seeing Him die, knowing your death is soon to come.
Who Was the Thief on the Cross?
For the purpose of this article, we will refer to the thief who repented.
The Bible does not give us a name or any other details about the thief — only that he was a criminal (or robber, depending on the version you read).
Luke 23:33 states, “And when they came to the place that is called The Skull, there they crucified Him, and the criminals, one on his right and one on his left.” Matthew 27:38 and Mark 15:27 state the same. John 19:18 calls them “two others.”
What Did the Thief Experience?
The thief, himself being crucified (and therefore suffering a slow and painful death from asphyxiation), would have had a hard time breathing. Every inhalation came in anguish as he pushed himself up in order to gain a breath. Body weight pulled the thief down and made breathing extremely difficult. His heart and lungs would lose their functions due to blood loss from the wounds (from the flogging and pierced hands and feet). When killed this way, death was expected within twenty-four hours.
Once the legs faltered, the arms would bear their weight, and soon their shoulders would detach from their sockets. Yet, “Since it was the day of Preparation, and so that the bodies would not remain on the cross on the Sabbath (for that Sabbath was a high day), the Jews asked Pilate that their legs might be broken and that they might be taken away. So the soldiers came and broke the legs of the first, and of the other who had been crucified with him. But when they came to Jesus and saw that he was already dead, they did not break his legs. But one of the soldiers pierced his side with a spear, and at once there came out blood and water” (John 19:31-34).
We know the thief died a few feet from Jesus and woke that day knowing it was his last day on earth (implied).
What could the thief do but agonize, observe, and listen?
– Witnessed and heard the mocking crowds.
– Would have heard Jesus speak to His disciple, John (John 19:25-27).
– Faced the darkness from the sixth to the ninth hour.
He also would have listened to the centurion and his cohorts say, “Truly this was the Son of God” (Matthew 27:54). Luke’s record states, “Now when the centurion saw what had taken place, he praised God, saying, ‘Certainly this man was innocent’” (Luke 23:47)!
Mark 15:32b tells us, “Those who were crucified with him also reviled Him.” Matthew 27:44 also records their actions, “And the robbers who were crucified with Him also reviled Him in the same way.” From this record we see both thieves insulted Jesus.
How Does the Other Thief Being Crucified Respond to Jesus?
Luke 23:39-43 shares the conversations between Jesus and the two thieves. The one we learn is the unrepentant thief mimics what he obviously heard from the mocking crowd. Verse 39 says he “railed” at Jesus. He said, “Are you not the Christ? Save yourself and us!” (Luke 23:39). We can infer from what he said he was not sincere in his retort, for the word used for His remark to Jesus (railed) means he hurled abuse at Him.
What Did the Thief Do?
The one we learn is the repentant thief admonished the other. We, on this side of Calvary, can surmise the thief took all the mocking of Jesus to heart. No matter their intent, the thief heard the crowd remind Jesus that He said He would “destroy the temple and raise it again in three days” (Matthew 27:40). He also overheard them say “if You are the Son of God…” (Matthew 27:40). The crowds also proclaimed He saved others (John 19: 42). And the mockers acknowledged He called Himself “the Son of God” (John 19:43). He heard about Jesus from the mockers. In essence, he heard the Gospel preached by them.
The thief, though, also heard precious prayers from Jesus to His Father. Jesus did not throw insults back at His revilers. Instead, He prayed, “Father, forgive them for they know not what they do” (Luke 23:34).
Luke 23:46 records this: “Then Jesus, calling out with a loud voice, said, ‘Father, into your hands I commit my spirit!’ And having said this He breathed His last.”
With all of this probably in mind, he said to the other thief, “Do you not fear God, since you are under the same sentence of condemnation? And we indeed justly, for we are receiving the due reward of our deeds; but this man has done nothing wrong” (Luke 23:41).
He then said to Jesus, “Jesus, remember me when you come into your kingdom.” Jesus replied, “Truly, I say to you, today you will be with Me in paradise” (Luke 23:43).
Why Does Jesus Say the Thief Will be With Him in Paradise?
This is the gist of the whole interaction between Jesus and the thief. We must remember Jesus knows the hearts of men (Luke 9:47). The thief recognized his own wretched condition, as we read in Luke 23:41. Recognizing our sinful state is part of how God draws us to Him.
The penitent thief also asked the other thief if he feared God, knowing he too was condemned. We can infer from this the thief who spoke understood his consequence and feared God.
And then the thief displayed belief (faith) in and surrender to Jesus when he asked Him to remember him when He came into His kingdom.
Jesus’ reply to the thief was one of veracity and compassion. Veracity because Jesus said, “Truly.” Compassion because Jesus told the man that day he would be with Him in paradise. He gave the thief hope that He forgives a broken and contrite heart and this life is not all there is. The best is yet to come, for paradise is “the realm of the righteous dead awaiting the resurrection of the body.”
What Does This Mean for Us?
Entering paradise is not a matter of works; it is a matter of faith and repentance, two things we see in how the thief responded to what he saw and heard. He told the other thief they both deserved their penalty and, like them, we, too, deserve the death the other thief died.
Romans 5:8 reads, “but God shows his love for us in that while we were still sinners, Christ died for us.” That penitent thief lived in the very moment Christ died for us. He, in effect, is eyewitness to Romans 5:8!
God numbers our days, not us. Therefore, when we wake each morning, we don’t know if it’s our last day on earth. That thief did, and so did the Lord Jesus. But knowing Jesus and having surrendered our lives to Him in contrition and belief, we trust His sovereignty over our lives. The thief did not work for his salvation. He repented and believed. He had faith.
Faith is like a receptacle we hold in anticipation of what only God can do to fill it. The thief didn’t see paradise, but He trusted the One who would take him there. Hebrews chapter 11 is rightly called the “Hall of Faith.” The portrayals are those who looked forward to something they had yet to see and had assurance it would be all for which they hoped.
Acts 16:31 relates how Paul told the jailer he would be saved by believing in the Lord Jesus. Belief is trusting. Trust is faith.
Romans 10:17 states, “So faith comes from hearing, and hearing through the word of Christ.”
The thief could do nothing but listen. He listened to Jesus and to the mockers. And he heard enough to verify who Jesus is, God.
We have but to read this account of the thief on the cross to understand repentance and faith. Jesus would not have welcomed that man into paradise with Him if the thief had not humbled himself by admitting he was a sinner in need of Jesus. Admit you’re a sinner, repent, and have faith. Jesus was the thief’s only hope, and He’s our only hope, too, for in Him is life.
Lisa Loraine Baker is the award-winning author of Someplace to Be Somebody (End Game Press, February 2022). Lisa writes fiction and nonfiction and is currently co-writing a Christian living book with her husband, and a suspense novel.
Lisa is a member of Word Weavers, Int’l (as a critique partner and mentor), AWSA, ACFW, Serious Writer Group, and BRRC.
Lisa and her husband, Stephen, inhabit their home as the “Newlyweds of Minerva” with crazy cat, Lewis.
I always follow my instincts when it comes to travel. I got the idea lat Friday that we should do a brief visit to Cardiff in Wales. It is quite close to us. As the crow flies it is 32 miles but more like 55 miles by car. We debated whether to go by car or take a coach from Bristol. The latter would take door to door about 3 hours 30 minutes and would cost £32 return for two. We decided to do the car option which took just over an hour.
We found an hotel, a Travelodge in the Cardiff Bay area. See my long review on Trip Advisor.
I had totally underestimated the amount of time effort and money that had been invested in this town, the capital of Wales. We visited on the way the Museum of Welsh Life. It is on a 110 acre area and gives a living and vivid account of what life was like in the old days. We went round the formal exhibition halls then went round the gardens (huge and varied) then realized that we would need to visit again to take it all in. This we did on the last morning after checking out.
The bay area has a modern opera house of beautiful design. The main area – the old town center – has a variety of markets and shopping centers. I totally recommend the old fashioned market. The shopping centers I found soulless and we only stayed there a short time. In one of the markets I had what I can only call a gourmet meal
starters – mixed sea food with oil £3.45
Main course – lasagna – one of the have have ever tasted £3.90
Sweet course – rhubarb and cherry cake – the best I have ever had £2.70
For less than a tenner I was totally satisfied with beautifully cooked and presented food. Well done all.
I find the Welsh people alert, intelligent and quick witted. They remind me of Liverpudlians. I engaged in many conversations with random strangers and enjoyed it enormously.
The weather was kind to us if a little breezy but for late September who is complaining.
Our energy readings conducted before and after showed a small improvement but really we need a couple of weeks aggressively doing nothing to fully charge our batteries.
As you may know, Nicole suffered from type-1 diabetes and end-stage renal failure. She has been on hemodialysis for the last twelve years. Most people only last seven years. On Friday, September 9th, after a year of preparation, she discontinued dialysis and chose to pass away at home with the assistance of a palliative care team.
By her ninth day sans dialysis, Sunday, September 18th, her breathing had become difficult, she was experiencing severe pain and she began morphine treatment. By Monday, she was unable to walk on her own. I, my son Jonah, and three friends took her for a 90-minute walk in a wheelchair around the lake near our home…
By Tuesday, she was too weak to even go out. Nonetheless, she was fully coherent, talking and laughing.
Every night, around 8:30pm, we’d been having friends over to chant Vedic religious mantras with her. We usually don’t record these, but I felt the urge to. An MP3 of our final gathering is here.
At 10pm, after I got Nicole ready for bed, I told her this was the first day since she went off dialysis that I hadn’t cried. I told her that I finally accepted that she was indeed going to leave and that it was (probably) the right thing to do. She said she was clear her time had come. She had no fear. She had only been staying for Jonah and me. She asked me to forgive her for abandoning me. I told her there was nothing to forgive.
She told me to sleep in the living room, as her breathing was so loud the previous night it was hard for me to sleep. I left her with a sound bowl to bang if she needed me.
I said I would see her in the morning. She just smiled.
At 11:30pm, our son Jonah woke me to tell me Mama was calling for me.
I found her half out of bed, breathing heavily and covered in sweat, making gurgling noises. I lifted her up into a sitting position, and her head slumped forward, as the “death rattle” (which the nurses had warned me about) continued.
I just held her head up and against my neck as I hugged her as tight as I could , chanting OM (the Hindu sound or word for God) as she had asked me to do. It lasted for about two minutes or eternity, I’m not sure. It is the most horrific and beautiful moment of my life.
She thought she was a burden, but love doesn’t feel burdens. I must have told her I loved her so much a hundred times as my mind tried to accept what had happened. I thought she had another week at least. I thought she’d still change her mind. Jonah heard me crying. He came in and joined me.
I then carried her body to the living room, where she had had a hospital bed set up. I lit candles and Jonah and I meditated and chanted at her side, in between a relentless flood of tears.
Her suffering was over. And it hurt so much.
All of Wednesday, friends from the community came to sit, pray and sing by her body. People kept on bringing roses and we surrounded her body with them…
She couldn’t bear her illnesses any longer — 43 years and four forms of life support (dialysis, insulin, blood transfusions and calcitriol injections) were enough. She said she knew her days were numbered and this was how she wanted to go, saying goodbye and surrounded by friends and having as spiritual a death as possible.
Our marriage was the happiest it had ever been. We’d grown so much together. And she had raised a wonderful young man, having home schooled him for fifteen years.
Every day since she went off dialysis I would ask if she was still sure this is what she wanted to do. She would say, “Yes, 95%.” She was at total peace with the decision. Ever since she decided to go, she’s been the happiest I’ve ever known her.I couldn’t bear it, and all her efforts to convince me I’d be better without her “draining me” and pushing me towards other people and activities. She said I needed more time to write and a wife who could do things. But I’d burn my novel if it would bring her back (in a body that wasn’t suffering).
She said when she was gone I’d feel relief. At first, all I felt was more sadness and regret than I thought possible. I didn’t know the heart could feel so much pain. Grief is the price of love, the cost of caring. I let her go because she asked me to, but this is the hardest thing I’ve ever gone through. I can see how so much that has happened over the last year was her and God trying to make it possible for me let her go.
Still, Wednesday was mainly shock and tears. Thursday was hell and screams. Friday peace and reassurance.
And, now, I do feel relief. Not for me, but for her. I sense she is free, happy and active. No more coughing. No more insomnia. No more fatigue. No more racing heartbeat. No more nausea. No more headaches. No more painful dialysis sessions. No more low blood pressure. No more nerve pain. No more brain fog.
Everything went just as she wanted. She was so happy that final night, so at peace chanting and meditating with her friends and family, so grateful for everyone who came to say goodbye to her over the last weeks.
I love her so much. She was an amazing woman shouldering an incredible burden.
Please pray for her, me and my son my Sunflower takes her lone journey…
—John C. A. ManleyPS I’ll be sharing more in future posts about my wonderful wife and our twenty year journey together and this final experience with death. Until then, If you haven’t seen it yet, here is a tribute to Nicole that I published a couple weeks ago: My Red-Headed Sunflower.
PPS There will be a memorial service for Nicole on Saturday, October 15th. We’ll aim for a live web feed of the gathering, but, at the very least, will have a recording posted.
This followed the next day
3 Surreal Signs From My Wife in Heaven
As I wrote about yesterday, my wife of 19 years of marriage, passed away Tuesday night at 11:30pm in our home, after a lifetime suffering from type-1 diabetes and kidney failure…
Nicole had told my son and me she would send signs that she was okay after her passing. It seems she has kept her promise. She’s sent at least three clear signs.
1. Thunder: For the next day after her passing, The Weather Network had predicted blue skies. Instead, on Wednesday morning it began to pour… and thunder. We had three thunderstorms that day, after a summer with barely any (due to drought). Nicole loved thunderstorms. Many times this year, she had said she was waiting for a good thunderstorm. Now it feels as if she can make them happen.
2. “Mama”: Our son Jonah has always referred to Nicole as Mama. Amidst Wednesday’s thunderstorms, an email arrived in my inbox from cartoonist Bob Moran with the subject line “Mama.” I subscribe to Bob’s email list, where he releases his latest paintings several times a week. Inside this email was the following cartoon called “Mama”…
Just as Mama Nicole broke free from the cage and shackles of her broken body. Nicole had worked with a local shaman only weeks before, and believed her power animal was the bear. She also believed that upon passing she would be reunited with our late daughter Skye. Notice how the baby bear is surrounded by the sky?
3. Widow(ers): On Friday, Bob Moran sent out his next painting. At this point, I felt Nicole was just playing jokes on me…
Regardless of these outwards signs, since Friday, I’ve had a growing and overwhelming sense that she is happy, free and helping me, my son and the world in ways we can barely imagine.
—John C. A. ManleyPS My inbox now contains over 150 emails from readers sending their condolences. I appreciate these messages immensely and will respond to each as soon as I am able.
If you are the slightest bit ‘down’ then do watch this video. We all believe in ‘life after death’ but this is a living breathing example of the reality.
So today, a lovely sunny Saturday, we became part of the Somerset art trail, which takes place for a roughly one week period in the Autumn.
We first went to Shepton Mallet to the prison to see promised works by artists. However we got the dates wrong so left empty handed so to speak.
We visited the nearby church of St Peter and St Paul to see an installation called ‘The Gleaning’. We had the privilege of meeting with Rev Gil Sakakini who is one of only two appointees to merge artistic aspects of the cumming with what is going on in the Church (of England). We immediately clicked and we talked of structural changes that were taking place or could take place in the church today. I left promising to make time for a professional sharing of public relations and associated matters.
We then went on to visit Rowena, a talented artist bought up in a gypsy family and who left school at 11 to ‘do something useful’. She has adapted very well to the stresses and strains of the current situation and has never even contemplated having ‘the jab’. Her colleague Jade showed me his brand new website with the very original name of www.Wylderness.co.uk
Do have a look. It is brilliant and original. I told him I thought he would do well in America.
Off to Pilton (near Glastonbury) to visit a combined social and activity centre, and then to Penelope O’Gara showing and exhbition entitled strangely ‘The Itinerant Bizarrium”. She was a set designer for the theatre and specialised in macabre ghostly like figures which fitted in remarkably well with the church, St Peters of Evercreech. Unfortunately this bouncy and jolly lady had had the vax. She was put under pressure as she did not want to transmit anything to her disabled son (now 30 but who had been hit in a ‘bike vs car’ accident when he was 15. She may have received a more innocuous version i.e. saline solution. Some think that all the vaccines had graphene but the balance of evidence that these loaded viruses are more likely to be associated with the booster shots.
A rather depressing forecast from Deagal, estimating that the population of the UK and the USA will be United Kingdom 14,517,860 (2025) from63,390,000 (2017) UnitedStates ofAmerica 99,553,100 (2025) from316,440,000 (2017) view more details here.
(previous days will follow) We arrived home shortly after 11 p.m. Door to Door 12 hours. And opened that door to the rather musty smell associated with properties that have not been ventilated for sometime.
Our journey from Dublin began at 11 am when we left our hostess’ house to be taken to Dublin Airport. Traffic was reasonable and we turned up at terminal 2 to and were duly dropped off. After some inquiries we found the area from which the bus was due to leave, so called Zone 20. I noticed the complete absence of any signage including a timetable; the only one we found much later was in the main terminal. There was no official to ask. Everyone seeed to be on their mobile phones conducting their business from there.
According to a previous Google inquiry the next departure to Belfast was at 11:55. May be due to the fact that it was a public holiday recently announced, the Google information was slightly outdated. The next bus was actually an hour later at 12:55. We joined the queue only to be told that the bus was full and that I should go to Terminal 1 where there was a choice of two bus companies. We found the first of the companies to be told they were not taking bookings due to demand. Our plane was due to depart at at 18:45. already it was 13.15 and we had a long way to go including a 2-hour coach journey. We went along to another company, the only other company actually. We had to wait in a standby queue and by a great miracle we were the last 2 people to be allowed on the bus. Packed it was.
Finally we were on our way through the Irish countryside. There is no question that there is more rain in Ireland than in UK and the fields were green and lovely to look upon. The boundary between South and Northern Ireland no longer exists but it is somewhere along the M1 motorway near Newry. The bus stopped off at 3 or 4 places and we arrived in the Belfast bus hub at about 15.30. Buses to the international airport – about 17 miles away from Belfast itself please note – leave every 30 minutes and we were able to get a seat without any difficulty. Francoise grabbed a roll which turned out to be largely inedible. What do they use for bread?
Bearing in mind the exhausting and frustrating wait over over an hour “shuffling forward” at the airport security in Bristol on the way out we were dreading the same happening on the return journey but as it happened there was no queue and we passed security in a matter of minutes. Since I last flew, flight protocols have changed. You show your QR code to a machine tube at the gate. You show the same QR code when you are boarding. Everyone had their mobile phones to do this. We were one of the few that had a paper print out.
Anyway, on arrival at Belfast International and passing through security we were greeted by a combination of a kitchen and a bar where for the first time whilst in Ireland I sampled a very generous single whisky (more like 40 cl than 25 cl) accompanied by a Guinness with its lovely fresh almost medicinal taste. We had finally made it by 4:45 p.m. And so had time for refreshments. Check in was at 18.15 but we were only told the departing Gate 10 minutes prior but in spite of that, the flight left on time and we had a very smooth journey back to Bristol. Lovely sights of the setting sun above the clouds.
This was when the journey became interesting. At the bus hub in Bristol airport there were no timetables largely I surmise because there were a number of different companies using this as a convenience stop. We did not know if there were going to be any changes due to the Queen’s funeral on that day although we knew it was going to be treated as a public holiday. We turned up at 19:30 just as a bus to Bath was drawing out – or trying to. The bus broke down about 100m from the start. We learned that through knocking on the window and asking the driver.
We had debated taking a taxi but discovered that the cost would be over £75. On balance we decided to wait to see if there was another bus that evening. Even on Google, it’s not possible to find a straightforward timetable so we guess there would be another bus and around about 20.30 and indeed another bus turned up. We get a discount for having a Freedom Pass so we paid £10 each. We arrived in Bath after a smooth journey and caught the 22:06 local bus which dropped us off a couple of streets away from where we live.
It could have been so much worse. If we had not by some magic found a bus to take us to Belfast we would not have caught the plane. As for Bristol I have never spent a night at an airport but I would have considered it. I’m not going to pay big money for a few hours in a hotel. You don’t get away with less than a £150 for such a convenience. Next time we will be able to take the plane to Dublin itself as Francoise will hopefully have her passport.
We arrived surprisingly refreshed. A really enjoyed the change. I realize that it does not matter what I do when away. It is the change that is the therapy and the inspiration.
My over-riding pre-occupation is watching the orchestrated destruction of our planet by various underhand and nefarious means. the plans have been going on since the agreement in Rio, Brazil, in 1992. The latest and most under-estimated method is by geo-engineering. I am watching as I type. The ‘one in 1000 years’ drought or ‘one in a thousand deluge’ can only happen by premeditation and the use of technology. If you think I am exaggerating, have a look at Mike Adam’s interview with Dane Wigington of Geoengineeringwatch.org.
I went to Wetherspoons yesterday for breakfast. I find the style far from appetizing. there is no disguising the fact that it is production line stuff. I feel it is cooked without love. The taste lingers in my stomach and it is not pleasant. Back to home cooking.
This morning I had a large piece of lamb’s liver which I diced and had with 2 eggs. That fills me up for the morning and indeed most of the afternoon. I am happy with two decent meals per day.
But enough! This is the last day of the holidays for many. Back to school for the children. We went off to do some more blackberry picking. They are so fresh and sweet. This evening we shall cook a blackberry and apple pie.
We are both physically tired so are looking forward to a short break. Destination and timing unconfirmed but it will happen.
Each year around the 7th of September there is a misty smell in the air which means that autumn has arrived. Off with the shorts. On with the long trousers. On with the jerseys. On with the central heating (if I can afford it)
Logistics- Thursday 25th August we departed from Bath by the 10 am 403 coach arriving London Victoria 1.20 pm. There are various combinations of stops, some taking longer than others. Our stops were Box, Chippenham and Heathrow. Sunday 28th August we returned by the 6pm coach from Victoria Station arriving 9.02 pm just in time to catch the local bus to our stop, two streets away from our home. The cost of the travel was £40 for us two.
Whilst in London I used my credit card (NB no need to buy transport tickets). There is a daily cap depending on the relevant travel zones so don’t worry about taking too many buses, tubes or trams or buses. You can check your expenditure on your bank app. if you have an android or similar phone. Our Freedom Passes qualify us for free bus travel nation-wide.
We had not over-planned as I knew that ‘nature abhors a vacuum’ and sure enough this proved to be true. We had two obligatory visits. One to my oldest friend Gregory where we meet in a restaurant, the other one was for Francoise to make an application for her french passport renewal. This duly took place at 12.00 on Friday. After that we were as free as a bird to do as we wished.
Haverstock Hill is part of the very high end property market where you wont get a decent sized flat or house for under £600k. Houses advertised at £1.5m and up are commonplace.
It was a joy to be in the company of so many well off and positive people particularly men who were out enjoying themselves over the bank holiday weekend. This is something I miss very much. A part of me still resides in London but having said that I would not return to live there – unless I had a whole pile of money. Everyone is stressed – by everyone else.
Food – the prices are skyrocketing. It is common to pay £4.95 for a slice of cake. Meals are very suspicious. Some have gone to great lengths to make an ordinary dish sound attractive. I was offered Mexican street food with chicken, but the bits of chicken were so small they could barely be tasted. It was wonderful to sit in the vastly expanded Brixton Market, justifiably world famous. A wonderful selection of fresh fish were offered at prices that we can only dream of locally. If there were less than 100 different nationalities represented I would be amazed.
The South Bank of London is as you would expect of the holiday weekend was full of stalls selling food. People were out enjoying themselves; very few people wore face coverings AKA masks. We visited Somerset House on the north bank and had a go at the large wheel, about half the size of the London Eye on the South Bank.
It was great to get away from routine and enjoy London before further deterioration makes ‘life as we know it’ impossible. Remember folks, its by design. As they say ‘prepare to meet thy God’
So, we have 1,000 illegal immigrants entering our shores each DAY.
We have to find the wherewithal to sustain them (£5million a day).
We have oil companies making ridiculous profits whilst we pay record prices for petrol.
We have threats of up to £6,200 p.a. for gas and electricity.
We have food scarcity and price increases.
We have strikes of barristers, the port workers, train drivers.
We have police that do not focus on arresting people.
We have slow motion bio-weapons disguised as vaccines that are killing thousands.
We have the destruction of the NHS.
We have the deliberate culling of animals and the wilding of farms
We have the rise of wokeness and those students who must be protected from anything that might offend or upset them (poor darlings).
We have the premature introduction of sexual deviation at schools
If a new society is to arise then the old one must be demolished. It IS being demolished.
Make no mistake. Many will die. That is the intention. Its called population reduction or ‘eugenics’ to you and I. If you want to know more, look up ‘The Great Reset’ wither on my site or elsewhere. The Great Reset was launched 2nd April 2020 and will continue until 2030 when ‘we will own nothing and be happy’.
If ever there was a time for faith, and the building of character, then this is the time. How can I tell my allotment members that their food will be raided this time next year. They will abuse me. If they don’t get it by now then they will never get it so there is no point in opening my mouth.
Once the anesthetic has worn off the intervention – inguinal hernia – made itself known to me. Me lying down is alright, standing up is alright, going from a sitting or lying position to standing up is a real pain. I am having medication such as paracetamol and codeine but it doesn’t seem to help much. I have to do everything very slowly. I dropped something on the ground and had to get a gripper to pick it up.
We are only 48 hours after the operation which took place or should I say finished at about 4 p.m. Friday so these are very early days and I must not complain or be too impatient. I am concerned that I will be able to leave on Thursday for 3 nights in the capitol, London. There won’t be much actual walking as we shall take the bus to Bath and then the coach to Victoria Station. The 5G effects are much greater in London so I hope I don’t get too whacked.
There is a huge amount on in London including the Greenwich carnival which goes on for some days but I must not crucify myself. Today I missed the mid Somerset show which is on in in Shepton Mallet and which I visit every year. To make up for not going I did a mental tour of the whole thing and reread my diaries.
We need to go this weekend because Francoise has got her appointment with the French Embassy to renew her passport obviously without which no travel can happen. And I am also due to see a good friend on Friday evening.
Fingers crossed and I look forward to an improvement in my condition at least sufficient to be able to go there.
Just listening to a video commentaryentitled ‘GREG HUNTER USA WATCHDOG: RADICAL DROUGHT CAUSED BY MILITARY WEATHER WEAPONS – DANE WIGINGTON’ 36:41 Weather control has been around since the 60’s and is used to bring a country to its knees without them being aware of it.
This morning I had a telephone call from Mike, one of the mechanics at the garage, to tell me that they had fixed the car but wanted to take it on an extended run of 20 – 30 miles to make sure that nothing failed. Since we have had to spend so much money already and that would have meant only an hour at the most I readily agreed.
So I had to be at the Sulis Hospital (part NHS part private) at 12.30. We arrived shortly after 12 and I was ushered to the basement where all the four operating theatres are. There are a huge amount of forms that have to be filled in, checked, checked again. This is to make sure that they are covered in cases of legal liability.
I have to say that everyone worked together as a team. I was shown into my ‘pod for the day’ which is like a small hospital room with only curtain dividers. A nurse came along to tell me to change entirely into hospital gowns. The next visitor was the anaesthetist who took a lot of details and described what they were going to do by way of an anaesthetic. I was then visited by a nurse who formally admitted me. I was then visited by the surgeon himself who made a mark on the area that needed to be treated , in this case my left inguinal hernia.
I was then picked up by yet another doctor and taken to a large room full of equipment which also served as an operating theatre. They do not now do general anaesthetic on the grounds that it can lead in the long term to loss of memory especially with people over 50. Instead, using an injection in the spine the lower half of my body was quickly rendered numb and when I say quickly I mean after about 5 seconds. I could not move my feet. I was then fitted with a cannula in my left hand which means that I could be given other injections should the need require.
The operation which lasted about 45 minutes then proceeded without my feeling anything at all. During the operation I got several unpleasant tricks on my chest area and this was evidently due to a histamine reaction. It is produced as a by-product of one of the the medications I was given and causes inflammation. In my case I felt I was getting a lot of prickles on my chest like small electric shocks.
I was wheeled out and looked after in the immediate post operative period of about 1-hour to enable my limbs to fully come out of their anaesthetised state. I was then taken back to my pod where I was served a very nice hot cup of coffee with a generous cheese and tomato sandwich
The surgeon visited me again to make sure I was alright and the anaesthetist himself, a delightful chap from Poland, came by to ask the same.
We had arrived at midday and the procedure was finished about 5:15. Thanks to Francoise for waiting patiently but she was prepared for it. A friend gave us a lift home. I was not in any pain and could have taken public transport but I thought it was better to have some energy in reserve.
For some reason, there are blackberries in full maturity just asking to be picked whilst others are green and immature. I guess there must be early and late varieties a bit like potatoes. Today is day 2 after the end of the great heatwave. Things are returning to normal (if we can use that word) with some rain showers and floods in the South East of the UK.
My son is with us from Thailand having a three week or so break. We are without a car, still, so we are using his ultra reliable Honda Jazz to go to the allotment, to pick up supplies of food for the terrible times ahead.
We stopped at a bakery right in the middle of nowhere. Funny thing is that if the locals get to know it and word gets around it does not matter if it is along a country lane. We bought a lovely loaf (£3.50 is around right for quality bread) and then noticed that the adjacent hedgerows were stuffed full of blackberries that no one was picking. We quickly collected four jars, and later on made a rhubarb and blackberry crumble.
Word has it that the world will run out of sustainable food. The shops show little sign of this but the prices are going up all the time. I have paid £2.20 for a large container (2l>) of milk. We are doing our squirrel act and hoarding as much as we can.
I rang my garage in Chippenham to find out that the central control module on my Volvo was indeed defunct, so I gave the go-ahead for a new one which may be sourced locally (overnight) or from Sweden (six days). It is indeed a relief to have a positive diagnosis. I guess the bill will be £1500
For those of you who are not my regular readers I have wet macular degeneration in my left eye and need treatment to stabilize it. It is very rare for isuch conditions to reverse but 43 injections at regular intervals for the past 5 years have certainly prevented degeneration.
The macula in the human eye is the place where light is focused by the structures in the front of the eye (cornea & lens). It takes the picture that is sent to the brain, where vision is completed. The macula provides us with the ability to read and see in great detail whereas the rest of the retina provides peripheral vision.
I turned up early for my 12.00 appointment – actually at 11.45. I was immediately seen for my appraisal which took about 5 minutes. Whilst in the waiting room I met a chap who seemed nervous. He nearly fell over backwards when I told him this was my 43rd injection. It turned out it was only his third. I assured him about the quality and reliability of service. He joked about his imaginings of what the procedure was like when compared with the reality of the actual injection.
The consultant was very gentle, kept talking during the procedure, and before I know it it was done. I know it because I see soap bubbles in my eyes. I was out by 12.10
Before hopping on the bus to Bath itself I enjoyed lunch at the re-opened restaurant. During the ***demic only the staff were allowed to use it but now it is open to all and sundry. I had roast pork and apple with roast potatoes and various greens including brussel sprouts together with a delicious brad and butter pudding for £9.10. A bit more than I expected. Evidently the vegetables are now charged for separately.
It is good to see plenty of foreign tourists in the city. I indulged myself by having an Italian ice-cream, a large slice of carrot cake and a very good coffee. The weather was hot to very hot but with the maximum temperatures happening Friday and Saturday.
Back home on the 174, a shower, and the last part of the day spent doing very little (I don’t count writing this diary).
Just finished watching a longer video (don’t let that put you off) about all aspects of the covid-19 virus. The more the time goes by, the more clarity is associated with the actual turn of events. Have a visit here.
Today I have solved two problems; my non-functioning printer and my semi-functioning mobile phone (OnePlus 6). My Epson Pixma printer would not work. I just realised that if the colour cartridge is entirely empty the printer will not start, even if it is only black and white that is required. Solution – press the red button for at least five seconds. This will cause the green continuity button to stop blinking and hey presto – printing can resume.
The other problem was far more annoying. My mobile did not catch on to the Internet and stalled when trying to receive data. I received all sorts of error messages, time out warnings etc. I went along to a local mobile phone/internet shop and paid for a health check. £30 is not bad. I had no viruses but there were four apps that were suspicious and were removed. When I got home the problem was still unsolved.
People say all sorts of things about YouTube but it is a valuable resource for advice on almost anything you care to name from cutting trees to repairing your car. I searched for my problem ‘mobile phone difficulty in connecting to internet One Plus’ and got a couple of videos back. An Indian chap speaking very fast talked me through, suggesting I reset to the defaults (not factory reset). I did this on the SIM and on the software in general. Hey presto the whole thing worked like a rocket. I had thought the signal strength was deficient but no that was not the problem.
Anyway I can breathe a sigh of relief. Breathing is a very good idea with the weather set to be not far short of 40 degrees later this week.
The last major thing is my car. I returned it to Chippenham last Thursday and realistically I expected it to be started on yesterday Monday. We are managing fairly well but our allotment is over a mile away and it is tedious to have to walk to and fro in the heat. Lets hope I get ‘that phone call’ from the delightful Chris to tell me they are making progress. I am prepared to pay more than £1000 for a new control modem.
I can’t believe how the second hand car market has changed in the last couple of years. There is virtually nothing left unless you have £10k to spend. Maybe the government have been buying up old cars. I would not put anything past them.
We decided to celebrate Francoise birthday one day ahead (Saturday 6th August) so – still car-less – we arose early and took the 07.49 178 bus to Bristol, and then the 10.10 X7 bus to Clevedon. Non-Brit readers please indulge me. Brits know that such places are not the epitomy of sophistication or glamour but there were many delights in store for us.
I made a vow that I would speak to as many people as possible with the aim of giving them a ‘lift’ – mainly through gay banter and humor. It is just plain fun and gives an extra dimension to the day.
We met a man at our local bus stop who through coincidence had a plaque dedicated to his father on Clevedon Pier so we said we would pay our respects. Later… although he told us that the plaque was two thirds of the way up on the left, we did not realize the magnitude of our search. There are over 15,000 of them. I estimated it would take the best part of a day to search especially as some of them were dull with age and barely readable.
Met two Jehovah Witnesses on the sea front. They were two of the nicest JW people I had ever met. They were non pushy, non confrontational, and rather wanted to share their view of life, the universe and everything. We chatted for about 20 minutes. I felt they were really listening to us and not trying to push stuff down our throat.
We met a cheery couple on the pier, this time from Wales. She had taken the week off from a sports centre in Birmingham. Last night they stayed in the Forest of Dean area and highly recommended the Miners Arms, a gastro pub 200 yards away from the hotel where they stayed.
We met a highly motivated volunteer called Jim. He told us of the Great storm in 1990 where a spring high tide coincided with a strong on shore wind. Gardens of the homes on the front were flooded.
We had a celebratory lunch on the pier with no less that one and a half fish on the plate with batter that was so thin and crisp it did not adversely affect the stomach.
No question that the pier is a strong community in itself, but definitely kept alive by volunteers.
We wandered around the compact town centre. One street is quite posh – the Oxford Street of the area, called Hill Road. Many niche shops. We found a micro pub called The Fallen Tree and spent some happy time talking to the server. They were very proud of the locality of their ales. Strangely, they have no website but can be easily found in this short street. It is Number 15, and BS21 7PD if you are interested.
We found the bus that took us to Portishead. Not a dump as I had thought. A lively port with a huge Marina. We visited a lifeboat station and in particular the shop associated with it. They do a great job.
We caught the X4 bus at 17.10 then a connecting bus from Bristol 18.10 arriving home 19.20. The X4 is the only local bus that I know that includes travel along the M5.
I could just about get used to being without a car except for my gardening work. Mind you, we are somewhat lulled into a sense of ease. What about the weather which for 9 months of the year is either cold or indifferent.