As above, so below ...

... as within, so without and so on and on in eternity, i.e. outside Time, Infinity outside Space etc.

A Stand in the Park in Hexham went well, they say. Today (Monday) the fascist, narcissistic, totally untrustworthy Prime Minister (UK) confirms the grateful, trusting people have a few more freedoms, like meeting outdoors (in groups of 6 max or 2 households), plus outdoor sports, including swimming, rugger without scrumming and other peculiar reasons. .. the highly trusted Public Health Expert, the shifty Whitty, asserts that outdoors is definitely the safest place ... previous advice to stay indoors now redundant it seems ... and so the game goes on, hypnotised citizens of a fascist state carry on obeying orders, or find loopholes to suit themselves.

Yesterday (Tuesday) a trip over to Hexham itself, with friend, ostensibly for shopping at Waitrose with its organic Cranks loaves, expanded by an open air market and interactions with sole traders and their brief stories ... free range eggs, cheese from the trader hailing from Halifax, sourcing good cheese around that area, including Todmorden; Geordie fishmonger for banter plus Arbroath Smokie, then round for warm scones and love from the young people adjusting their lives in community with Jesus offering guidance ... great suffering as often is the case, leading to better ways to lead lives ... next up, outside the Abbey, a cake stall and masked ladies outside, followed by the Rector, also masked, engaging in theological discussion for a while, without finding common ground ... he did remove the mask, however, which felt like progress in Easter Week, a Christian Festival based on Ishtar another story of rebirth without the Cross on which to hang ... that's Good Friday, of course, an easy opportunity for sceptics to mock believers in the One Religion (albeit with many variants) ... after Cranks bread and other goods it was home for late lunch and the arrival of a walking friend with a gift for the Library: Entangled Life by Merlin Sheldrake, a wonderful exploration of the lives of fungi, their impact on the world, especially when viewed under the influence of LSD, a mind expanding substance ... and so the day continued with more synchronicities locally ...

Today, with luck, you dear reader, are sharing a small part of the expanding world of an increasingly curious old man, yet to try LSD or even magic mushrooms, though they are not far away ... the second day of a mini heatwave ending later, before Easter weekend cools down ... a long day in shorts walking the Fells calls, before a return to Merlin the Magician, whose Dad, by the way, is Rupert, whose influence is clear, though not mentioned in the book (so far) ... thus consciousness expands, worlds change, many worlds theories step up as respectable options to explain that which is inexplicable ... clearly, Everett's equation from six decades ago, demanding an infinity of universes is still as crazy as before ... who knows?

A Stand in the Park

After various traditional demonstrations in different places, mostly cities apparently ... though information is unreliable unless you were actually there to witness what happened; mainstream media either ignores peaceful protests or downplays the numbers, or in cases where violence ensues, by protesters or agents provocateur the case is made against the protestors ... A Stand in the Park spreads, with folks visiting their local park at 10 am and wilfully standing there until 11 ... yellow jackets are advised by some, though that may merely enable the forces of Law and Order to pick out their targets ... as the weather gets warmer, let's see how it goes!

The undemo tactics practised here and surely elsewhere simply entail wandering about for exercise and stopping to talk to friends and strangers ... often questions about the martial law in place for a year are raised and discussed openly and calmly, maybe agreeing to disagree maybe not ...

Of course simple radical acts, like declining to wear masks, take jabs and shaking hands or hugging begin to lift the fear instilled cynically by rogue governments.

Some say social media is censored and indeed it is in many ways, but something strange is observed here: The content suits my needs, whether FB or YouTube, including the Davos and WEF information, but mainly items exposing the truth as I see it, like UK Column News, Unherd and others ... then there's philosophy from Dao, Zen and Wu Wei plus physics and cosmology ...

Yesterday saw a decent walk updale, stretching the legs ... meeting random strangers for discourse, including some profound encounters, one of which looks likely to lead to circle sitting with local Quakers and maybe circle sitting at A Place to Be.

Easter approaches, clocks go backwards, daylight lengthens, awareness grows as the year of repression runs out of steam, ludicrous orders from imbeciles posing as politicians and honest scientific advisers are skirted round or ignored ... and the next phase of The Great Reset emerges, with a New Normal and fewer orders, though the progress of bio-engineered drugs needs serious attention.

An old and well remembered book by Laurie Lee "As I Walked Out One Midsummer Morning" offers inspiration and nostalgia for wandering in Spain. Still plenty of books to read in the Library and others to add ... as for wandering, that goes on here in Weardale, Hadrian's Wall maybe and plenty more ... Spain and Portugal? Who knows ...

Birthdays and Deathdays ...

One of the fascinating features of relative Time, is the human response to being born and dying.
Of course, in systems transcending linear time, living and dying are inseparable, since consciousness continues, whilst bodies don't. .. the ensuing question of what eternal consciousness gets up to if linear time is not real tends to be neglected ... the logical answer seems to be that all these lives springing up as babies and dying at any time, preferably as old wise women or men ... are all happening at once. Which is weird.

Such thoughts are prompted by the birthday, 34th, of elder daughter, whose Grandpa passed very recently, with marbles mostly intact and body too. A poignant coincidence for the daughter, who was close to her Grandpa, like her sister. Their Granny, meanwhile, continues a while longer, with body and mind in poor shape, confused about what's happened to her husband.

Of course such dramas play out every day everywhere, with varying degrees of suffering all round. The drama for the daughters, or granddaughters, is different to that of the children, four still living and lucky enough to have had notice of the impending departure so that could tie up any loose ends, say the things they wanted to say and hear what their kindly Father had to say. A good death, or as good as it gets I'd say. Good memories for elder daughter every birthday from now on, and for her sister, younger daughter ... both apparently quite stable and used to discussing death and having been lucky to have attended their Grandma's funeral as teenagers some time ago.

Dying, naturally, though inevitable, is the second biggest crisis in our lives after being born. That apparently is painful for the Mother, though I don't know about that, despite attending both arrivals ... an amazing experience for the father who gazed at both girls in turn enraptured, holding them for some time while their Mum had a sleep ... frankly they still amaze me after 3 decades and who knows maybe another one or even two?! Either way I'm happy, especially if I manage to die before they do ... their uncle, my elder brother, died before our parents and with his three daughters quite young ... in Australia in fact, so they're Australian now the middle one having giving birth recently and all three plus their Mum having overcome the trauma apparently ... frankly, my Mum was already prepared to depart, and Dad as well, having lived their three score years and ten plus some and worn out ... when news of their elder son's inoperable brain tumour arrived, Mum, in hospital with a dodgy heart, requested her God to arrange for her to take his place ... that didn't work and doubtless most parents and grandparents through linear time have tried that strategy, mostly without success ... the best we can do is treat all misfortune as another opportunity to learn ... and all good fortune, however we perceive it, with gratitude.

What else can we do?

Dao Zen, Dao Zen ...

After a drizzly dawn and damp walk early, Sun appears, temperatures rise and attention turns to priorities: study of Frances Yates' take on Giordano Bruno; political subversion on FB; sawing wood in the back yard; collecting top soil from molehills for the raised bed in the front garden or writing about the strange goings on this morning. Since the blog is vital to developing the practical understanding of the Nature of Reality by processing the personal experiences of today, the writing wins, at least for now, before the memories fade ... as tends to happen when old bloggers get even older.

But that was Zen, this is Dao and another day dawns with other probabilities ... yesterday's synchronicities fast fading but including: an early chat with a young woman with two small dogs, one called Loki, the other as yet unnamed, seeking an apposite god-like name to suit his character; a convivial chat with Seroo about masks and things, his name comes from Sri Lanka so English spelling is uncertain; on the Fell, a deep conversation with Guardianista Catherine, strongly defending the need for all of us to accept a vaccine since her news source asserts that any rebels resisting will probably kill the rest by infection with the deadly disease or a variant ... whilst simultaneously accepting that the Guardian destroyed her left wing hero, St Jeremy and the election which produced our dear beloved fascist leader, St Boris the Narcissist; back in town Simon appears, waiting for repairs on his car and happy to converse en route to the garage ... leading to firm agreement that the Great Reset is the Plan and all the rest consequential.

After writing the first paragraph, priorities rearranged themselves. A half-expected phone call about the long awaited repair to Daisy the Chinese car promoted a trip to Durham on two buses in order to collect her ... meaning a brief walk after lunch to meet the hourly bus, then a short wait in Crook for the second one. Both trips swift enough and no request for masks from well trained bus drivers. The return was faster. Before all that, molehills were excavated, and afterwards time for a wander by the river in search of sand to supplement the soil on the raised bed ... and a rather deep conversation with a local bloke who spoke of Krishnamurti, though not Bohm.

Somehow another day slipped by without completing the post from paragraph one, since a trip over the fells to Hexham is suggested and accepted ... a small and friendly town, it offers opportunities to surprise passing strangers with eye contact, a smile, and a greeting ... all apparently radical as if humanity had gone on holiday for a year! Two elders working in an incredible edible patch engage in conversation of a philosophical kind, then on and round to see young friends serving cake and coffee takeaways ... these folks are radical Christians living in community whilst dealing with old traumas and ensuing addictions ... more philosophical enquiry ensues and warm engagement of a human kind ... soon they will be permitted to serve the coffee and cake to customers sitting down ... the kind and caring Junta clearly easing off the shock and awe tactics before the Fear wears off and the people rise up against them.

The afternoon event involved a visit to a school to greet the young grandchildren of a friend as they emerge from their training for a new normal ... and by sheer coincidence, a parent hears a comment from this old blogger about the Hermetic Tradition and engages in conversation about that, Dao, Zen, and the Nature of Reality. You couldn't make it up!

Sunrise again. Time to walk. Another day in retirement ...

Mother Archetype Sunday. ..

Another opportunity for commerce to sell flowers and cards and gifts to Mothers' children. This special day, always on a Sunday, reminds children to be grateful for being born, especially to the bearer or adoptive Mum. Emotions are evoked and children emote in various ways, depending on their feelings about how the Mother handled the sacred role of Archetypal Mother. The nurturer, the compassionate one, the deployer of soft power while the Father Archetype, hunts for food, protects the brood, chastises them when needed and generally bosses everyone around.

Of course the Archetypes represent mythical players in Human games, while exceptions abound in relative reality.

Since my Mum died years ago and the children's Mum is elsewhere, the old blogger is excused responsibility for ensuring Mothers are cared for on at least one day every year. It's not a lot to ask, even if the Mother has not quite matched up to the Archetype.

So, an early start and a decent walk is proposed, with Sunshine forecast ... reality produces high cloud and strong westerly breeze and heading steeply North only makes the breeze more windy and bitter cold ... a challenge offered and accepted, heading West into the wind for an hour or so on the old railway track ... bracing to say the least and essential to walk hard to stay warm; great training for a Camino some day ... as for humans, two in the village chat briefly, then another unexpectedly higher, sharing stories about freemasonry and its tendency to corrupt, then a couple on the Rookhope side, she Malay, he from near where your blogger spent his childood and interested in Camino ... back in Stanhope after passing three walkers on Mothers' Day duty (Mum, son and son's girlfriend), more subversion en route for late lunch, including deep deep conversation with local bloke suffering for good reason ... a brief friendly chat with neighbours from the last location and home, rather knackered and content ...picking up Frances Yates' book on Giordano Bruno, burnt alive in Rome for heresy, which looks like a must read offer for this week.

Anyway, that was yesterday ... today's the start of a brand new week with nothing in the diary except a reminder to wish the younger sister a Happy Birthday tomorrow ... the one who married a Breton farmer and lived her life in Brittany teaching French enfants English, bearing un garcon to take on the farm and une fille who ended up in Liverpool ... and the strong possibility of news of Daisy, the Chinese car which has been in Durham awaiting parts from China for some weeks with Brexit blamed ... given the tranquil life and local shops a car is a luxury only purchased when an American pilgrim, Patty, announced her desire to see most of England and Scotland in two weeks., and not on foot! These days she finds herself in the Land of the Free masked indoors and out by Presidential Decree ... another nation falling for the Plan of Gates and crew, supported by the geniuses of Silicon Valley, who set up shop pretty much on top of a major fault line where a rerun of the earthquake in San Francisco is long overdue ...

The plutocrats are funny like that, in love with money and fearing death, arranging the Planet to suit their needs ... cryogenic equipment in place to freeze their heads and bodies ready to assume immortality one day ... missing the point entirely that ongoing consciousness is not a function of brains or bodies at all ... or so it seems to me, though I could be wrong. Let's see!

Processing lives ...

Another weekend arrives in Weardale, though each day is much like any other in retirement ... a boon for some and not for others, depending on many factors, including sufficient resources to live contentedly ... which state itself depends on many factors, including shelter securely rented or purchased, sufficient income for daily food, heating and other essentials ... and all of this depends on what our mind determines is enough ... and sweeping back in time, let's not forget the conditions of our birth, whether caused by accident or as suggested in some systems of karma chosen so we may learn our Life School lessons this time round. But this is purely speculation, and impossible to imagine with rational thinking. Imagination however, rational or not, is unconstrained, as seen by the behaviour of humans throughout the ages and right now, whether construed as good or bad, pure or pure evil, holy war or wholly peace and so on.

Yesterday's wander across the fells heading North and East in Sun and a cool Westerly breeze prepared the way for conversations up by Tunstall, in Wolsinham, on the riverside route and in Frosterley, where a visit to an old friend produced a cup of tea, a slice of cake, and another deep conversation ... mostly focused attention on Mick's life story, never dull, always poignant, since his life from the very start was tough ... being adopted by a miserable pair of fundamental Christians who could not conceive ... and as far as fun went, there was none, though they surely were mental in a negative sense, and life for Mick nose dived when his adoptive Mum gave birth and Dad beat him ritually weekly on a Friday and casually at any other time ... unsurprisingly the boy grew up determined to never be a victim, Dad was warned off asap, and Mick found ways to make a living illegally in the community he lived in where attachment to private property was held lightly, doors being open and children and elders perfectly safe, and a career appeared almost inevitably, relieving wealthy folks of things they didn't need and distributing them to those with less via fences, like a contemporary Robin Hood, who also, don't forget, was pursued by the Authorities of the time ... history being kinder when time passes, authorities are redefined.

The point of this story, is to understand that judgement is redundant, whilst discernment is essential ... observing without judging in this case, with your curious neo-Buddhist, one time communist, finding a neighbour whose previous life was colourful, his frequent stays at Her Majesty's pleasure sometimes too eventful due to violence ...now retired and taking care of his little dog, seeking peace at last, though sometimes challenged due to reputation ... frankly one of the most insightful, honest people you could wish to meet ... and if you saw the small boy being terrorised you would say the same. Unless, perhaps, you are, for your own reasons, a narrow minded fun-fearing mentalist yourself!

Life goes on in the Dale as usual, despite the existential crisis offering options to create a better world ... in fact, the Great Reset itself, planned for the benefit of the Plutocrats, has the potential to turn the tables, nudge Reality with enhanced Consciousness, and Create the New Earth proposed by Tolle of The Power of Now, and many others throughout history.

Let's see! Time to walk ...

Perspectives

As the anniversary of Martial Law arrives ... and the international scale of this Fourth Industrial Revolution is revealed by key players of the game ... the usual suspects, the super-rich, ably backed by contemporary Gods playing roles in international operations, let's say United Nations and their subsidiaries, notably the World Economic Forum with the quite convincing sinister Klaus Schab openly promoting his Great Reset, epitomising the existential fears of masses of semi-civilised societies subverted by fear of death and love of money.

Well, that's my perspective here and now anyway, based on the embedded prejudices of all the cultural biases of 70 years of history, informed, of course, by the received knowledge and wisdom of millennia. So, it seems there's little point defending my view as unique to everyone else. Or to be precise anyone else. The word unique being the clue!

And does all this speculation therefore mean all views are allowable and valid?

Well, that depends on who decides what's allowed and what's valid. It's tricky.

The day before yesterday, in linear time, your increasingly curious old blogger, having found a window in the mostly empty schedule, given a forecast of fair weather all day, yearning for another pilgrimage, set off with a light pack with coffee and water and headed South uphill, then East ... training for the Camino, building physical strength and anticipating few distractions from humans.

The first human duly turned up quite soon, with collie; a local stranger living nearby with her husband, both retired teachers and long term residents of the Dale. A fascinating encounter revealed her early years in Bucks, close to the third rate teacher training college which provided your semi-educated would-be philosopher with a piece of paper proving fitness to teach children.  There was a shortage of teachers at the time. Philosophy swiftly ensued with Pam, the new friend, the way it does these days.

Steeply up towards the ridge, a previous acquaintance, Eric, appeared; a keen ornithologist more interested in birds than humans, but happy to philosophise for ten minutes or so. His experience as an engineer repairing installations in Tripoli after the removal of the awkward leader of Libya, like other leaders of states with oil underground, was just as fascinating as his information about identifying flying birds not by sight but sound. Even the slight difference between red grouse and black as they chatter, awaiting the Autumn arrival of rich sheiks from oil states with guns; a boost to the local economy with jobs all year for gamekeepers rearing tame game, trapping small mammals, shooting predatory birds, burning heather to provide fresh food for grouse ... plus good pay for beaters, persuading the prey to fly high enough for the hunters to blast them as the lads and lasses duck for safety. The loaders are safer, ensuring the shooter has both barrels at all times, flattering the rich bloke and increasing their pay with cash tips. And so on.

Sun appears on and off, up and along the track past the landmark Elephant Trees; three women and three dogs stop briefly for a chat. To the South flames are seen from heather burning, to the North the distant reservoir of Tunstall, East is Wolsinham in the valley, soon reached, and back along the river path, a chat with a local Alan, gardening happily in his retirement, keen to share tales of the Dale gone by.

Yesterday was busy, relatively. Which is to say something was in the diary. A working lunch at the Retreat House with two dear friends to plan new ways to offer support to elders and others cruelly locked away with no choice of how to spend their time. Clearly such actions by Government decree infers either a deadly dangerous disease or a neo-fascist coup ... the evidence from the start and all through was that the disease was very infectious but not lethal to the general population and the rest was hyped up by corrupt politicians, scientists, doctors and mass media ... though different perspectives depend on which evidence you believe, of course!

Meanwhile, sensible folks plod on, finding loopholes in the increasingly senseless rules in order to act humanely, within the official guidance if possible and without if necessary. Your old blogger, by the way, was brought up to challenge everything and break unjust rules from teachers, employers and basically anyone misusing their authority. It didn't make life comfortable, but it was never dull, and frankly Normal as perceived in the world where humans killed each other with permission of Governments never made sense.

Anyway, dear reader(s), if any ... thinking, walking, reading, writing and talking to other humans, dogs, sheep, trees and all of Nature, is better than passing time alone, in fear, watching hypnotic television in retirement. Fear of Death and Worship of Money are completely absent, fortunately. That, plus seeing through the illusory nature of egoic self, feels like Liberation ... which is nice.
A win win approach in fact: contentment whilst living and if the story was just a big mistake as atheist friends insist, then where's the harm?

Time for lunch ...

Rolling news ...

OEschewing television, these days found in huge cinematic screens in many if not most homes in the UK and other nations ... plus places where humans gather when allowed, like pubs, cafes and so on, leaves those preferring books or silence bereft of constant chatter, audible and or visual, not to mention regular demands for licence fees from Capita on behalf of the wonderful BBC ... to justify their service to the Government, whether entertaining us with stories fictional or not, and the strangely hypnotic text rolling along from left to right (in Latin script), not often linked to the content on the screen, but repeating scary messages constantly ... which seems to work very successfully. And not only the BBC by the way, it's happening everywhere. Add the smart phones and you begin to see the scale of the deception. Please don't worry about the notion that these devices not only allow you to watch them but also vice versa. That way lies paranoia! Not the fact of it, but the worrying about it ...

Relating this to current concerns and plans to raise awareness in and around the Retreat House, be sure you'll find no TV and limited virtual reality. Any distracting pinging to confirm how popular or not we are or are not strictly discouraged, though internet is available as well as books for inspiration and education along with silence in groups plus exercise outside ... everything optional of course ... we might misquote Marx K and say: From each according to their experience and knowledge, to each according to their desires as far as they may be fulfilled by those attending! Or something like that, the main point being that in the group there is no hierarchy or gurus who know everything ... conversely inevitably attendees will have information to share with the others, since all are unique ... if HHDL or some other living ascended master pops by, then naturally exceptions will apply ... though it's safe to assume that won't happen any time soon!

In more mundane matters, this morning's walk was quiet ... only two interlocutors to detain me for a while ... one a known elder, happy to discuss various routes across the Pyrenees to Santiago de Compostela, the other a recent arrival from Sri Lanka via London, running a shop with Post Office, delivering the lying newspapers plus booze, cigarettes and other essential items ... a young and friendly entrepreneur who subscribes to the idea that being friendly to the people usually helps the people to be friendly in return.

The Census form, legally requiring a response, arrives through the door. That way our Authorities can estimate how many, where, when and maybe even why. It seems likely paranoid types might resists answering, but that does not include your blogger. He may not trust the politicians or others, but he is not afraid of the Office of National Statistics. Statistics may be manipulated but at least we may all manipulate them to suit our story?  It's soon done, submitted early.

Afternoon walk with neighbour's dog ... off lead epitomising Nature ... leads to an interesting encounter with a dogless couple, coincidentally long standing residents of Rookhope ... they run the Post Office and tiny shop ... he's Algerian speaking French and English, she's English speaking English only ... politics are discussed, including the Battle of Algiers when the French colonialists were asked to leave ... the evening rounded off with UK Column News, a serious opponent of Martial Law ... more politics, but Dao is never far away ... clearly the world crisis has a spiritual dimension and to this optimistic blogger the Universe is conspiring to bring, not Common Purpose but Higher Purpose into Reality ...

The Thinker and the Prover

Since the Dawning of the Age of Aquarius was full of hope and radical reorganisation of politics, culture, and minds, polymath Robert Anton Wilson felt free to roam across all topics, integrating the quantum with the cosmic, Buddha with Bohm, whilst clearly having fun. He's dead now, but still alive on YouTube and the book Prometheus Rising, currently entertaining your blogger with crazy ideas, including the proposition that: The Thinker, imagining some idea or another, employs The Prover, an integral part of the psyche, to Prove the validity of the thought, along with all the details creating a Reality Tunnel unique to her or him. Find a few friends to fall in line and bingo! Yet another cult prepared to convince the rest of us that they're right, we're wrong and ready to kill or die for the cause. Please add your favourite examples here. You might include all religious organisations, States with which you disagree like Nazi Germany, Stalinist Soviet Union, Imperialist Britain or USA, even groups of individuals so rich with money and poor in wisdom that they hatch plans to scare whole populations with stories of deadly diseases about to kill us all.

These truths are timeless of course. Hegel and Marx wrote about dialectics, for example. For Marx and Engels materialism constrained their great idea: To change the world by organising the proletariat and training them for Revolution, destroying Capitalism, replacing it with the dictatorship of the workers as an interim stage, called Socialism (from each according to abilty,to each according to the work performed), en route to nirvana, called Communism, a Utopia (from each according to ability, to each according to need). Things don't always work out as planned of course, and the opportunity to overthrow the State occured not in an advanced Capitalist country, but in Russia, still labouring under Feudalism, with many more peasants than proletarians.

Capitalism meanwhile morphed into Corporatism and ate itself, as predicted by Karl and Fred. The post-capitalist debacle, with one or two cartels in charge of the world now threatens the loss of freedom, small businesses and so on. Worker's rights went out of fashion decades ago with the advent of Neo-Liberalism, and far fewer workers are required anyway, as robots gear up to take the strain. A future without work sounds good to lazy bloggers like yours truly, since philosophers need time to take it easy and of course this pseudo-philosopher is retired, but the notion does not appeal universally to ordinary folks. Especially when Plutocrats are still in charge.

In Dao, dialectics is clearly identified in verses of the Dao De Jing, pointing out the human trait to require an opposite to describe a thing. For example, how can we know good without bad? Another human trait is to mistake the words for the thing described, take sides and argue endlessly who is right and who wrong (another pair of opposites), leading to divide and rule, violence and wars. The point, of course, is to find a synthesis from thesis and antithesis and transcend both. Which may only lead to more opposites, at a higher, deeper level. No wonder then that Lao Tse in verse one insists that the Dao which can be described is not the Immortal Dao!

As for Plutocrats through the ages, they and their advisors certainly knew the Dao De Jing and used it selectively to mislead the masses. When the people read it, comprehend it, live it fully, then even Plutocrats fall in Love, not with Power and Money, but the deeper reality pointed to. As for the Ultimate Reality ... we may never know it ...

Meanwhile, in Stanhope, another weekend begins, with fine dry weather forecast after a dip and even light snow, known hereabouts as lambing storms. The first lambs indeed appeared in fields nearby last week, charming most if not all who see them, heralding Spring and their destiny sooner rather than later, on the plate with new potatoes, baby carrots and peas. Wild mint in the woods can't be far behind, as the cycle of life goes on.

An early walk at Dawn, to stretch the legs and greet the Sun, is in the plan. First breakfast, then the route can choose itself. The house in the valley has options to climb in every direction ...

Springing ...

As far as calendars go, Spring sprang the day before yesterday, though snow melted, Sun emerged, temperature rose and wild garlic grew a week before ... inspiring action all round Stanhope and Frosterley too, a short walk away ... residents venture out, as many have all year, with dogs providing cover for such flagrant breaches of the Rules imposed by Martial Law. Others seem pale, after complying and staying in, keeping various viruses company, since they don't enjoy fresh air, exercise or Sunshine (the virus that is, Sars Cov 2, all others given the year off more or less and this one called Covid 19, the code name for the pandemic plan launched in Wuhan in 2019).

Meanwhile, it's 2021 and Local Agenda 21 is soon due; a softer regime worldwide introducing the Great Reset courtesy of the World Economic Forum, nation states devolving authority to local level. Though not local as in Community of course, that's far too dangerous to the interests of the philanthropic billionaires taking care of the world. In this case local refers to Local Authority, sub-regional, regional and so on, i.e. those already complicit with the Plan.

Still, all futures are contingent, and Resistance offers a brighter outlook. More enlightened shall we say? Reiner Fuelmich and colleagues in Germany prepare meticulously for Trials in respect of the Crimes Against Humanity arising from the neo-fascist actions of regimes around the world, with expert support. Scientists without vested interests shame the corrupted advisors of Governments. People wake up like the wild garlic, daffodils and Nature herself, after a Winter of slumber and mass hypnosis. Enough they say, whatever you think about the virus, vaccination, masking, anti-social distancing,  and the rest of divide and rule nonsense, the Solution finally is revealed as far worse than the original problem, killing people with despair from isolation, leaving aside the question of the adverse reactions of elders in Care Homes and consequent deaths.

Of course, the Brave New World emerges into virtual consciousness, sounding quite sensible in video presentations openly available on channels like WEF and Davos, whilst the Resistance is also allowed to offer their perspective on channels like UK Column News and many others.
Now, this is interesting, given that UK and other Western Democracies declared Martial Law a year ago, issued D Notices, along with financial incentives, to all mainstream media, so they could control the agenda and basically hypnotise whole populations, put them in Fear and prepare us for the Great Reset. Or those of us who survive that is, since 7 billion is far too many for the Planet run by Plutocrats and their Common Purpose allies.

Broader, deeper perspective however teaches that all these human games, currently at a critical juncture for the 3,000 years or so of Patriarchy, perhaps cosmically the arrival of the Age of Aquarius, which briefly dawned some decades ago, and heralding a world without war or inequality, a proper Great Reset we might say. But certainly not run by psychopaths of course!

Time for breakfast and a walk in Nature, always a joy to reunite with all that is, was, and will be. And inevitably some unexpected conversations on the street, in the woods, over the Fell, or in the shops for provisions ...