Electric power ...

Storm Arwen wreaked havoc around the country as high winds led to power cuts and cold weather compounded the feeling that the drive for reliance on electricity was rather limited, to say the least. Gas is piped in to many many dwellings, but gaslights are hardly seen and coal and wood fires banned in cities due to pollution.

The havoc wreaking continued yesterday, the aftermath of the high winds, and snow was lying freezing on fields, roads and pavements, but that's Global Cooling and some say a mini Ice Age and certainly not normal fluctuation of climate changes, since the leaders of the free world decreed Global Warming was the topic at COP, and if St Greta says so, then who knows what's going on!

Back to Reality in Stanhope and the issues with shops, the road over to Hexham via Edmundbyers, is swifter by taking a risk, but not if the road's blocked, when it's safer to go round. All was well until the digger was spotted clearing the snow, but only took a few minutes and the road to Hexham was open Arriving at The Bandstand early, only your blogger was there, until more arrived to discuss electrity cuts and water off, not to mention the Nature of Reality which was discussed there and in the Abbey Tearooms later, where there was electricity and water for our large group to have coffee and cake.

Now that was late November, now it's early December, with  Solar Eclipse due tomorrow, Saturday 4th, as Christmas craft fairs get in full swing, in Stanhope and Hexham, and The Garden Station Sunday after the Stand in the Park, for gifts, tea and cakes ...

Not being a Christian as such, and frankly not being keen on the hypocrisy I saw at school, I generally skip Christmas and often went to warmer countries like Spain and Portugal, where the vitD is stronger ... of course the fascist dictatorships in those countries were as bad as the one here, so the Camino can wait until the plot is exposed. Not long now ... basically when humans stop complying with orders, love wins of course ...

Gales and snow

It was forecast for gales and snow and last night high winds removed some trees and electric lines in Stanhope and Crawleyside, though not over the river where The Retreat House is ... just as well, since gas pipes never made it over the river either, despite the old gas works being just the other side ... never mind, gas can be explosive and poisonous, whilst electric is clean and safe, mostly.

Of course this body enjoys exercise and wind and snow is no excuse for missing the early walk, though Sun was late rising due to snow clouds which parted finally ... frankly this snow at street level is slushy and forecast tomorrow is dry and mostly sunny for the trip over the top with Daisy, sometimes impassable in proper snow. Hexham as usual!

Meanwhile in Weardale life goes on despite electrify cuts in the shopping street where shops are without light, the local traders have candles for business as usual. Only the Co-op is closed, even the paper shop has candles or battery power, though no papers are delivered which is a blessing in disguise since the mainstream papers are all lying, and the best way to wake up to what's really going on in the world is to turn off the telly and stop believing the bullshit. ..

As usual 90mph storms blow themselves out soon enough and the freezing temperatures forecast to pick up later, depending on the direction of the wind, meaning by Tuesday some rain and 5° which is warmer and wetter, though not necessarily better, depending on your point of view. Now it's time for breakfast and a short walk, before heading over the hills to Hexham again, wrapped up warm to Stand in the Park again, as usual on Sunday morning, beside The Abbey where the C of E folks will be worshipping indoors.

Friday weather ...

Whether or not you trust the BBC, they seem to have predicted the weather at least!
This morning I stepped out into the Dawn and headed up the Weardale Way, togged up warm and dry, ready for sleety showers running through, though it was not too windy at the top and only Sun rising in the East, and warmer than yesterday, with frost and ice about. No humans were found to disturb the Silence all the way round, including the riverside path, where humans are often found walking with their canine friends. Two hours later, clouds appeared though no sleet yet, and now it's blogtime in case eager readers are waiting for the latest musings, which is highly unlikely, dear reader, but anyway nothing's wasted, since it's primarily written to amuse the writer, who appears to exist, not the mythical readers who may not ...

The Nature of Reality is a recurrent theme at Wear & Dao, since it's a question philosophers ask, not seeking an answer, but asking the question at deeper and deeper levels, which may or may not lead to an answer, depending on the questions we ask and the answers we seek ... or seek and ye shall find as religious texts say, by the way. Bringing us back to all religions and none, the folly of organising energy as if it were a thing, a noun, not the verb or verbing described here before and taught by mystics of every religion and so on ... 

Meanwhile, lunchtime arrives, perfect timing for Sun low in the South to warm the face and put energy into the solar panels, meaning warm water from the hot tap, since that's the first port of call, not batteries ... as well as home devices using electrical power, hence Henry the Hoover having a trip round the house. The Government pays the blogger quarterly which helps with the bills though whether it matches the price hikes is debatable, though to be fair pensioners receive cold weather payments of £200 and more when we're older, so that's the Baby Boomers, basically. We had it all, even avoiding Wars we had to attend ... until World War 3 was declared in March 2020.

After lunch the first human opened the door and it was Stuart, a young friend who sometimes comes over from Horden Colliery, an hour away by car, to discuss the Nature of Reality ... which we discuss whilst walking along the back road and home via the riverside path, taking much less time this time, and spiralling time is not mentioned, though the Nature of Reality is ... Stuart's story is confidential of course, and if you happen to bump into him in Horden Colliery, if you're lucky he'll tell you how he came to be at A Place to Be just outside Stanhope in the first place.

Now it's getting dark just before 4.30 in late November, meaning it's less than a month before the shortest day, or longest night, so after Christmas festivities are wrapped up, and Happy New Years and the chance to wipe the slate clean and decide how we may make 2022 better than 2021, though to be honest midnight is far too late for an old blogger to wait for better years, when philosophy teaches that Reality is in the Mind and every year, month, week, day, minute or moment is perfectly fine ...

Saturday tomorrow, and maybe another surprise visitor, before Hexham Sunday round the Bandstand near The Abbey ... outdoor Church you might say!

Technical hitches ...

Life School offered an excellent lesson in how to avoid addiction to the virtual world planned for years, as the robots got smarter than the humans. Even during the Camino years a Tablet found room in the rucksack and WiFi was expected in cafes and restaurants and most albergues, though some insisted that the point of pilgrimage was to explore one's own mind and discuss the findings with the other pilgrims and hospitaleros after walking alone connecting with Nature, from which human beings separated when we thought too much and imagined ourselves superior to the other sentient beings ... and if we sensed the numinous, well we called that God, Allah, Jehovah or whatever creator we imagined superior to us, which was a big mistake, especially when organised by power hungry people seeking to dominate the world. So many Wars have been fought between Christians, Muslims, Jews over centuries, you'd think we'd have worked this problem out by now. And Sages through the ages have showed us the way to escape.

So, dear reader, Universe observed an unhealthy attachment to the FB thing, including Messaging, and the problem inherent in any addiction, which is the way the Egoic illusion is reinforced by constant pinging and seeking likes, loves, laughs and other emojis designed to keep us online so the data collected can be aggregated and sold to influence the customer with ads tailored to our specification, not to mention Governments hypotising us into accepting fascism and dangerous drugs designed as bio-weapons to reduce the world population by billions. And if any readers are left wondering where Wear and Dao had gone, which may include the editor, you might think, then blame Universe please, because technical prowess was never my strength, though writing was perhaps, and if Google Blogger agrees to publish this stuff, then all an aspiring writer requires is a reader or two, not to mention an editor!

A quick round up of a week of news, looks very familiar indeed. So first the weather (if you care to Google Here's Tom with the weather, btw, you're sure to find Bill Hicks, the stand-up comic who died years ago, and is famous for his foul mouth, smoking, drinking and philosophy about the nature of reality) ... fine and sunny, turning chilly and great for walking. Next, the Great Reset, with Johnson hanging on despite his clear love of himself and desire to be PM at any price, not to mention Eugenics of course! The Light for November landed least week, meaning a paper round to show Press Freedom was still permitted, leaving sceptics wondering how the psychological warfare was so smart, that threats were enough and no Gestapo required to shoot old bloggers distributing the propaganda. .. evil for sure, once the Scamdemic has been seen as true and evidence reveals the plot. The Stand in the Park at Hexham develops into a table booked at the Abbey Tearooms from 11.30 until 2 ish for My Tribe to organise the Resistance more effectively.

Thursday's sunny and cold, Blewiits cut for lunch, Dawn is later every day until just before Christmas, when it's proper winter and heating is on, plus Black Friday tomorrow signals the need to buy more rubbish at bargain prices ... Saturday maybe a visitor and Sunday Hexham again!

Snow forecast soon, though not just normal snow, but terrible blizzards to scare us again, after the Turkey shortage, fuel shortage and other behavioural insights from advertisers and Governments .. trained psychologists no less ... others earn a crust repairing the damage of serious mental illness caused by ... what? WHO? Why?

Time for lunch ...

Light Switch

It's well known that in places where electricity is available in houses of humans, not free but with wires hidden in walls with switches and places for plugs; when a room is too dark it's easy enough to flick a Light switch. Imagine arriving in such a place from somewhere without such luxuries? It would be magic indeed, and if our guest from abroad tried to push a nail into a plug? Well, dear reader, let me assure you from experience, if you survived 240 volts though your body, you would avoid repeating that mistake ...

Yet when our supply is cut off from the link to the National Grid, where local switches cut local supplies, for planned maintenance, the stress levels of local people rise due to worries about how on Earth they can cope for one day or less without electrical devices. An unplanned power cut raises stress levels higher still, so imagine if the orders were to be issued from Government level to mess with the heads of folks aready wired for Fear after nearly two years of psychological attacks, designed by the Behavioural Insights Team based at Cabinet Office in Whitehall to keep the Shock and Awe phase of the Plan for WW3, Great Reset, 4th Industrial Revolution or however you choose to story it ...

All of which, dear reader, is not written to scare you, on the contrary!  The message from The Light free press is like Wear&Dao the blog you're reading ... please linger no longer in the shadows, the Darkness, just flick that switch and illuminate your room! And for those still attached to accepting stories as factual information, which happens ... all is metaphorical; all the world's a stage, in the cave you fear to enter lies the treasure that you seek ... games people play! That's not Reality at all, but it is fun, though certainly not funny if tragic ... the point is we just happen to have landed on Planet Earth, where human beings live, not always in harmony with each other, let alone the rest of Nature of which we are an integral part ... wholeness or holiness, or Dr David Bohm's brilliant book Wholeness and the Implicate Order ... and since in Duality we explain our world by opposites, an Explicate Order exists, which explains the theory of the holographic universe, or The Cosmic Hologram ... the 3D illusion filling the void inside the expanding edge, where information is held in binary code in 2D ... quantum fields, non-local fields, cosmic universes, Buddha, Lao Tse, Krishna , Karma ... science, spirituality. .. all this theory is in books in a small library on the edge of Stanhope and please try to comprehend, not theories in books, but experience directly as lived by YOU, dear reader!

If All is Divine, and the Divine is in All,
Why are we Humans thinking so small?

That's a question worth exploring. ..

Meanwhile, in Stanhope, Dawn approaches, The Light needs distributing, body needs exercising, and the illusion of time wants passing in a ways of use to the others, not separate as is known ... the choice makes itself when we listen to intuition, gut feeling, heart expanding beyond understanding. ..

Walking time again ...

Suns, Duns, Seals, Seas, St Abbs

Sitting writing this story today, Tuesday, about yesterday, Monday, silently engrossed in the thoughts of elder daughter as newly born, when your old blogger fell in love for the first time, as only a Father can with a Daughter. It happened again 2.5 years later, when her little sister arrived on the scene ... both are nowadays in their early 30s and still my beautiful babies, living close enough geographically for a day trip in a car, and emotionally inclined to enjoy the visit too ...

So, it was just before 6 a.m. when Daisy and I left home in the dark, and dawn come slowly as we drove quickly North up the A68 to the Scottish Border and Jedburgh. We went North-East then, towards Duns, and the sky was aflame above the North Sea. From the West dark clouds brought light rain and a Rainbow arcing over the show.

We arrived about 8.15, just in time for a slug of caffeine and back on the road to Berwick on Tweed, where the boy attends his special school. Swiftly back to Duns and elder daughter is off to the repair shop with Daisy ready to collect her and travel to the coast at St Abbs for a long walk along the cliffs ... Sun was full on and it seemed late Autumn was Spring already it was so warm. On the beach below Grey Seals were delivering their Pups in the Sun.

Lunch at One, sitting outside, was a birthday treat and a second walk led us to the harbour, and a beautifully located Airbnb for future reference. Then back for the boy from school, up the A1 and home for tea with a birthday cake plus elder daughter's wife returned from work.
After that very full day, Daisy and I headed home as the light dropped and moon shone most of the way home.

Today, Tuesday, was also amazing in everyway, though without driving Daisy, who stayed parked all day. And it's nearly bedtime now, so goodnight, sweet dreams and all that nonsense ...

Scorpions

Sunday 14.11.21 was a day full of remembering this year, being the nearest Sunday to 11.11.1918 when the carnage came to an end officially and a tall story was put about that War as a concept was banned for evermore. Optimistic perhaps? Never mind, what's the point of complaining about events unfolding in unexpected ways? Yesterday, at Sele Park, Hexham, there was all sorts going on when this writer of tall stories arrived early celebrate the birthdate of the Heir to the Throne of this Disunited Kingdom, whose current Monarch is rumoured to be making way for Charlie soon, so he can finally have his turn at entertaining the tourists, especially the Yanks, who just love to see what they missed when they hooked our Monarch out and went Republican some decades before.

Bonny Prince Charlie, of course, has a dark side, though it's thought that it was his Dad who commissioned the event that left Prince William and Prince Harry grieving for their beautiful and vulnerable Mother, brought in to shake up the genes of the Saxe Coburgs, and betrayed by Charlie since the woman he always loved was the Lady in Waiting, serving him in many ways, including replacing the love of his Mother, since blue bloods are not known to express fond emotions, due to a missing gene leaving the Saxe Coburgs basically psychopaths.

Meanwhile, back in Hexham, the road was closed and a band was playing God Save the Queen as your blogger arrived with a bag full of Blewitts to share with any Resistance friends willing to risk eating them. That bag was soon empty and reports of any adverse effects are awaited. The band was not playing in the Bandstand however, because a huge artillery gun was being prepared by a team of soldiers ready to fire big bangs to mark the start and finish of the two minutes of silence observed religiously by everyone except small children, who were chastised by their harassed Mother, but no-one else of course. Resistance folks gathered near the bandstand, not to protest but pay respects to the memory of the boys who came home to their Mothers in boxes with medals on them, hence the vow: Never Again!

Many wars later, with many boys and girls coming home in boxes, Officers and other Armed Forces proudly display medals on their chests all round Hexham, to show us how lucky they were to still be alive, having survived holidays in War-torn countries invaded by guess who? Yes, that's us again folks and mostly oil we're after. Scorpion Tanks rely on it, like most vehicles bringing peace to the world. Scorpions astrological have reputations rather dark, some say, though that's not a system followed here at Wear and Dao currently ... though it's vital to stay open to all possibilities including cosmicological! Scorpions have a sting in their tails, so do try not to to step on one ...

Facebook, most pervasive and persuasive addiction know to humans, has its own way of hooking us in, not least by Happy Birthdaying its customers, which puts each one of us at the centre of attention once a year ... and don't blame Zuck, by the way,  he doesn't give a ... thought to us, as long as his shareholders are happy.

Today, Daisy is ready for a full day driving to Scotland to see elder daughter for lunch and walks, and home later, because daughters deserve all the attention they want, from an old father of three score years, plus one ...

Family secrets

In this weekend of remembering the dead heroes from The Great War, or WW1 as it became better known when WW2 came along not long after the Peace Settlement of Paris stripped Germany of the Ruhr and its mineral and industrial base to expand the borders of France, leading to the economic collapse of Germany and the rise of a battle between communist supporters of the infant Soviet Union and national socialism led by an Austrian maniac, vegetarian, teetotal, part Jewish short-arse with a small moustache and only one ball ... well, let's just say the promise of no more War didn't last long at all, did it? In fact troops of many nations invaded the Soviet Union to stop that lot before mutinies stopped the warmongers ...

And so it went on ... was there ever a year without wars between nations from that day to this?
This, by the way, is Saturday 13th day of November 2021, when a friend arrives later, perhaps. Your blogger meanwhile sits writing to entertain you with a personal story, since history and herstory are not always reliable, since the winner's version usually survives longer than the loser's ... and the biggest loser in my history was Great Aunt Em, my Father's auntie, who lived in a big house on Fremantle Road in Southampton, with her brother Frank and little sister Nell, who was a dwarf. Now Auntie Em was tall, thin, strict and kind, whilst Uncle Frank was witty and joked about his right hand without fingers, chopped off in an accident in a factory where he worked, whilst Auntie Nell was spoilt by her siblings, since it wasn't her fault she was born so short.

It was only when my Mother died, after Dad and even after my brother, Frank, who died far to young due to a brain tumour, leaving two Sisters still living, therefore anonymous, and one heir for the antique lump of furniture to be swiftly auctioned off for 3 grand and a nice holiday in Morocco one Christmas ... and before Mum died and we were sorting out the postcards found in the Secretaire, with secret drawers, that Auntie Em's tragedy was revealed.

She fell in love, and the man she was to marry was conscripted and invited to visit France to help kill other young men, with Mothers and Lovers, from Germany, where they all met up for the fight. Before leaving, Auntie Em, the romantic young maiden pledged her troth and offered her maidenhood to her soldier lover, in case it was the last chance to know the joys of sexual intercourse, which, as it turned out it was ... the seed planted by her lover bore fruit, which was a scandal in that family and she gave birth and never saw whether it was a girl or a boy, before it was whisked away to be adopted by a respectably married couple with no baby of their own ... basically kidnapped.

As for Dad's secret, well during his war in Germany as a medic on a motorbike, one day he flew over the handlebars and left one testicle behind; never mind, he survived and knocked out four kids on one cylinder after marrying Mum, a Land Girl doing farm work ... and the rest is history ...

So, dear reader, if you're still reading this tragic tale, thank you for taking the trouble, because a writer by definition needs at least one reader, otherwise this blog would be a secret diary, only to be revealed when the shameful secret could be shared by the world ...

Time for breakfast, still dark here in Stanhope, but Moon was bright last night, so let's have a look out before Dawn. .. a whole new day in Stanhope in Weardale, with friends and strangers to greet just in case it's the last chance for any of us to do so ...one day that's sure to be the case, by the way!

Who knows! Another decade in good health perhaps?

Parallel Health Service Plans ...

The cosmic 11.11 portal duly opened yesterday, and what a day that turned out to be. The very same date marked each year at 11 am by 2 minutes of silence to remember the pointless slaughter of countless young men commanded by brainwashed officers to murder each other, whilst Bishops from various Christian cults urged the protagonists on as if they were football teams, with a World Cup at stake. In the shadows, meanwhile, the Luciferians behind the scenes, blue bloods, plutocrats, psychopaths or whatever you call them, kept the horror show going for four years, in order to reduce the population of the the human beings on Planet Earth by millions.

As is well known, the blood of the boys at Flanders sprang out of the ground as poppies to symbolise the dreadful human sacrifice, and remind the world that enough was enough, never again, no more Wars and other platitudes repeated to this very time, the closest Sunday after 11.11 to be found, since for the followers of Jesus Christ, who rested on Sunday, like his father in heaven, and hollow be his name because hypocrisy is the reason the Churches are empty, except for special occasions, such as weddings and funerals.

Yesterday was fine weather for a glorious walk up the hill to see Sun rising, and returning to complete the writing of this blog and other propaganda, before driving to Durham in plenty of time to collect Mick from the train station at 14.26 ... more than 2 hours to wander about in the beautiful city and enjoy the ambience. The Park and Ride bus left promptly and 5 passengers got on board with our bus passes. 3 wore masks and two did not, and the driver had no mask either. Conversation ensued between the maskless pair, which got more and more radical as we went into the city, with Pat, the 83 year old retired nurse, making herself quite clear what she thought about the fake pandemic. Alighting near the Market Place, we continued awhile, as she explained she'd always been healthy until recently when she was coerced into being jabbed and went to hospital to recover from the adverse effects.

Leaving her there, the Cathedral was the next destination, to see an art installation and wander the fine building looking for God, said to live there. Instead a distraught senior nurse, a specialist in end of life care appeared and she explained her suffering was because she saw evil at her workplace, and that was why she was suspended for speaking out against the shocking treatment of the dying and their relatives. Offering her a message of hope, including news of a parallel health service with ethics and natural remedies across the country, cheered her up and we exchanged contact details, including the link to this very story, which she might be reading with you, dear reader!

Mick was collected from his train and returned to Frosterley, leaving time for reflection and writing of stories on the Facebook thing. With pictures too, which the blog no longer supports due to the hopeless blogger's technical ability.

Today begins a long weekend, with wet weather forecast today, fairer through until Tuesday at least, though nothing's sure with forecasts, but hopefully Monday will be fine for a long walk and lunch at the Northumberland coast with the elder daughter, whilst Sunday, Poppy Day, looks fine for Remembrance near Hexham Abbey with the Resistance by the Bandstand, Saturday still open for events to unfold, like today, Friday 12.11.21 before Dawn and breakfast, then a damp walk to see Sun not rising but obscured by cloud ... probably ...

Parallel Worlds

Having raised the topic of brainwashing, let's now examine the current situation, where ordinary human beings, with the same basic conditioning culturally, family, friends, religions or none, appear to be at loggerheads, dividing into two discrete camps. Basically, both camps are 100% right, which is rather a problem at many levels. Some are so sure they're right that they make enemies of friends, which is barmy. For example, I choose to trust my immune system to keep me healthy and decline the opportunities to risk vaccine injuries, whilst many friends take the risk because they want to travel abroad or think the drug they're taking is actually good for them. Some have changed their minds since landing in hospital with strokes, others continue to deny the bleedin' obvious, because The Guardian said they're safe, and they can't bear to be wrong.

Yes, clearly my flag is nailed up to the mast, and it's not really clear how it happened that the brainwashing of this old blogger was so different to that of my old friend from Red Flag times in London at the Dawning of the Age of Aquarius, when we both worked ardently to train the working class at Chalk Farm Bus Garage for the Socialist Revolution we espoused. Fond memories of those pastimes are obviously processed through complex computer programmes, impossible to describe but I'll try anyway ... and please bear in mind that both he and I are self-confident males today and were then, as far as I remember. In fact we might say that the core trouble makers were four reds of different shades, leaving aside for now the pink socialists who considered the Labour Party worth supporting. Lenin said: The British Bourgeoisie lets power go from one hand, only to catch it with the other! Whilst all four found Marx and Engels to our taste, but the team split ideologically on the question of Stalin and Trotsky. Now Stalin won that battle and commissioned the murder of Trotsky in Mexico, where he was hiding out in case he got an axe through his head, which indeed he did. All of which was cause for dissension in the Harmood Arms where we went for a pint or more after the weekly Trade Union meetings which we four attended, in order to vote for industrial actions and any other business, like which method we might employ that week. Now the Chairman was Dave, who was happy to support the Branch Rep, or Shop Steward, which was yours truly for a year or three, whilst the two Trots, as we called them, or Felix and Harvey as their parents called them, plotted with the two Stalinists, or Marxist- Leninists, as we preferred to be called. Believe it or not, dear reader, we all took this game very seriously and happily collaborated in the revolutionary cause, which was only the overthrow of the British Bourgeoisie for the time being, since it was London where we operated and revolting in Great Britain was quite ambitious enough, without taking over the whole world at once, which was Trotsky's ambition.

Recently Harvey reported on his FB story, that after his booster shot, he landed in bed feeling very poorly indeed, and his old friend advised him to keep off further injections of bio-weapons if he valued his life. He lives in Wales these days, but that's no reason to top yourself, anyway he was born there, though we never called him Taffy. Felix, who later became Branch Rep, was Scots, now lives in South London, and was never called Jock. Dave is still alive in North London in the council flat he lived in then. I really don't know or care what their politics are these days, but clearly Harvey has me marked down as a member of a religious cult, which is funny, since that's the thing I've been avoiding since studying the teachings of Buddha and J. Krishnamurti !

Back to the topic, and I put my hand up to confess to my philosophical error in thinking that peace and love could be achieved through a violent revolution ... means and ends are inseparable after all, so any revolutions for me these days are in the mind, or protesting peacefully, as Martin Luther King and Gandhi taught ... what happened to them, by the way? Anyway, if peace is worth living for, it's worth dying for too ... experience taught me that. Fear of Death? Are you kidding me? Living and dying are inseparable also, and consciousness continues for sure ... at least that's the brainwash created by this little ego called self, and that's the illusion to be realised if it's Freedom we seek ... and if I wake up dead one day? Well, dear reader, logic must tell you it's win win, since this blogger is contented and has been a while ... meanwhile, the game of the humans continues ...

Brain Washing - why not?

The topic for the week, being Tuesday 9.11.21, at least when this post was commenced just before 7 am Greenwich Mean Time if you wish to accept the illusion of linear time as reality, and why not? Most people in so-called civilised countries surely do just that, an error of scientism perhaps, where so-called scientists thought they were gods and could prove anything given time and measuring instruments sufficiently powerful, but not the weakness of human beings in general, which is avarice and the tendency for corruption.

Human beings are anatomically related to other species, which seems clear enough by visiting any zoo, or spending time in the company of dogs, cats, sheep, cows, horses and other warm blooded creatures with skeletons supporting meat, gristle, muscle, veins, arteries and other tubes ,electric wires to fire up the organism and a skull at the top with radio transmitter/receiver of such complexity that human beings whose work is examining the brain are still struggling to comprehend it. For example, your blogger, dear reader, is vaguely aware of this organ in the head, but has never actually seen it, nor images of it, since the only xrays of his organism he's seen are the feet from his time as a child, when shoe shops offered photos of the bones inside to ascertain the size of shoes required. Having on older brother with feet, meant often his shoes were still in good enough condition to allow his brother to wear them, thus saving the problem of softening the leather, not to mention the expense of constantly buying new shoes. Teeth and associated parts of the skull were observed too, but not actually the brain, though other humans have in the search for a thought or the Soul, neither of which have been clearly identified.

Now, cows and bulls have skins holding the body together, so that all the bits and pieces didn't all fall out, and various parts of the inside provided the humans with breakfast, dinner and supper, plus snacks if you were hungry between meals. Other animals are useful to humans in this way too, except for vegetarian types, who weren't keen to eat meat, but that was unusual in those days, though Adolf Hitler was known to prefer vegetables and probably didn't like to kill living creatures so that he could survive. Actually, in some cultures, humans were known to eat meat from other humans, and why not? As long as the other human was dead already, why waste the food, and if the deceased was young and healthy a barbecue was a great way to celebrate victory in battle, whichever side of the fight the dead human was on.

Anyway, dear reader, since by definition you're reading this rubbish, you're already a step ahead of many humans and all other species, as far as we know, though if you have actually seen a cow, bull, sheep or even chimpanzee reading a book, please do get in touch and doctors in white coats will pop over and offer you an injection to help you return to optimal mental health. If this sounds strange to you, my friend, let me assure you these humans are exceedingly strange, and the radio/transmitter receivers in their heads are capable of all sorts of weird behaviours unique to the species, though some humans say men and women are actually a separate species, which is plausible. Adolf, by the way, claimed that human beings were divided into different species too, along with many others, including the ancestors of most humans throughout history, who thought that people like them must be superior to people not like them, which is one the weirdest things about human beings this specimen, dear reader, can imagine ... which, obviously, may only be a lack of imagination on the part of the old blogger writing this shite ...

Well, well, none of this rumination has solved the problems of human beings, has it? Many humans of many different races, religions, genders, intelligence, wisdom, or any of the Words, which by the way, are never the actuality, but just an attempt to point towards something or other ... for example, take a bull in a field full of cows whom he wishes to fertilise by jumping on their backs, when a human being walking by observes the scene. The bull's response, verbally, may indicate to the human that it may be wise to run away as fast as possible before the horny bull's horn gores him, which is never nice, even for an innocent Anthropologist. Strange to relate, many humans from Spain like to sit in stadia watching grown men taunt a bull until it gets cross enough to try to gore one or more of the brave/stupid/cruel matadors or toreadors and kill him. The horse, by the way, is often gored also, and the bull rarely wins, since the game is rigged to ensure maximum fun for the spectators, and minimum injury to the actors. And if you think this story is made up, dear reader, let me describe the scene seen on Camino one day in Estremadura, after a bullfight. The local humans were eating a barbecued bull, with red wine to wash the meat down. After, all, why waste the fresh meat?

That's life concentrated walking the Camino folks, why not try for yourself? The only ambition lurking in the mind of the old blogger is to put in a month or two wandering towards Santiago de Compostela and on to see Fatima at La Espiral Hostel in Fisterra, the end of the earth, and Sun setting in the West again ... maybe in ten years time?

Now it's Wednesday 10.11.21 meaning 11.11 tomorrow, auspicious in numerology they say.

Today it's time for breakfast and a short walk to see if Sun is thinking of rising up over in the East again, as it tends to do on this particular part of the planet. Nothing else planned, which means an empty space to be filled ... that's a way to brainwash yourself you know ... wash it all out regularly, remove all the shite, see what's left, and fill the rest from the imagination! Clearly, logic and common sense tells us that filling that brain or mind with nasty thoughts is bound to make your life nasty, whilst if it's peace and love you seek, well open your eyes dear readers, how hard can it be?

Just wash out the grime, be kind to all you meet, humans, cows, bulls, birds, bees, trees ... not forgetting your self of course ... and see your Life change before your eyes!

Magic indeed ...

Beyond shame

How an Earth is it possible for a retired individual to wake up early each day with only one or two optional events in the diary, sometimes none at all, after sufficient sleeping to regenerate the body cells, and dreamtime to examine the brain cells for signs of senility and dark secrets buried in psyche, maybe karmically, and feel energised and ready for the blessing of yet another bonus day, since the allotted three score years and ten, was attained nearly a year ago ...?

Frankly, writing this rambling prose, plus other stories on more public social media and comments on the stories of others, keeps the brain cells alert and regenerated, since neurogenesis says the best way to avoid Alzheimer's is to stay curious ... and the best way to avoid disease anywhere in the system of human beings is to exercise frequently, eat natural foods sparingly, strip out toxic thoughts by slowing them down, examining each one for any residual value, and discarding any insulting the soul. Of course that was the reason for starting this blog, and the escape from household life to try Freedom From the Known for a while, which indeed reprogrammed the mind by a process of simplification, solitude, awareness and acceptance, starting with me, me, me and arriving close to I Am, which was Liberation from the burden of false ego, and allowing the possibility of transcending even the illusion of individual entities, in stages towards Unity Consciousness, as taught by countless mystics ...

As for shame, well that's part of the whole movement leaving victims of the Once True Faith, consumed with existential guilt, thanks to that system, or cult, brainwashing its adherents to find behaviours perfectly normal to well balanced humans, not to mention other mammals, to be shameful, disgusting and unmentionable, when thinking of the private parts of the amazing body in all its glory ...

Following the Three Women, yesterday, today let's look at the Patriarchy, holding sway for far too long, certainly millennia. A cosmic rebalancing is arriving in the midst of the current crisis or chaos as the Plutocrats, Luciferians, thrash about in despair and The Divine Woman steps forward as the new archetype ... not to infer that it's duality to divide and rule forever, obviously, since many powerful women have allied with the Patriarchy and are seen today, not least Jacinta in New Zealand, acolyte of Blair the War Criminal, whose weird grip on power is slipping as the Kiwis March for Freedom at last. Likewise, Men are always welcomed by the Women taking their power, but not in a leading role please! Look around where you live, do you see these strong women in power in your community! That's been the case for a long time, and thankfully they're not burnt as witches these days ...

Read between the lies in the mainstream this weekend ... what do you see in the headlines? What, Boris in disgrace? Politicians corrupt? Even Cressida Dick, top cop at Scotland Yard and well know graduate of the Common Purpose Cult, is under fire, whilst the Once True Faith falls into a schism with Pope Francis outed as a Luciferian by Archbishop Vigano, demanding his head in the name of God ... yep, there's that bloke again, when will we learn that All is Divine, and the Divine is in All? Call it Pantheism if you like, since we humans love to name things, and many priests, by the way, were tortured by the Inquisition and burnt alive for their heresy, Giordano Bruno for one, and the fairy tales like the Garden of Eden and Original Sin merely metaphors for simple folks unable to grasp the immensity of Reality, and the superpower of each human being realising it ! Beyond all that lies the possibility of Adam and Eve to become One, then on up to groups of folks vibrating at the same frequency evolving into superorganisms, as proposed by Thay at Plum Village and seen in action some years ago by this retired individual, seeking spiritual teachings en route to another Camino de Santiago de Compostela, this time via the coast ...

Dawn is arriving and cloud is forecast with some rain later too, let's see shall we, a walk is a certainty, maybe a visit to a dear friend in the village, some shopping, mushrooms maybe, apples to wrap ... perhaps a surprise visitor later, who knows? Living in the quantum times of impermanence and uncertainty, the Age of Aquarius, the New Earth, is quite exciting ... what do you think, dear reader?

Three Women

After yesterday's risky foray, questioning everything as philosophers are wont to do, my breath was held to see if any readers were offended by my blasphemy and delicate description of the anatomy of Eve, the first female in the Creation Myth, with Adam obviously the first human since Men are generally considered primary, and Women secondary, if not subservient in the Catholic version.

Just to be clear, and fair to God the creator of everthing, he or He, was a bloke also and his luscious grey locks didn't deceive us, nor the long frock ... it was the very long beard that did it. Not to mention the strange linguistic trick of retaining a single syllable, Man, or Male, whilst adding an extra one for Woman or Female ... no wonder some friends accuse me of thinking too much, as if philosophers should actually think less! I think not ... or as Descartes said, I think therefore I am, which was true only in the world of Isaac Newton, with humans so confused they thought that thinking proved their existence ... the Quantum World, of course, shows all is energy expanding, and entities in human form merely holograms in three dimensions, all illusion as the Buddhists taught long before the Newtonian system, before Jesus even, and the Cartesian Error was putting the cart before the horse, where the Horse stands for 5th Dimension reality, Des cartes only the 3rd. ...

Back to the topic of Three Women, and their relevance to Original Sin, and as it's important to be discreet in case of offending one or more of them, let's call them Eve German, Eve Geordie and  Eve Hart ... none, by the way, bearing the forename of Eve or Eva or even Ave Maria, but words are never the entity described, though language is structured somehow to deceive us into thinking it is, and the parents we choose, choose names pleasing them and we are perfectly free to change our identity, legally or merely by teaching associates to employ the pseudonym. Like the Popes always do, and if it's alright for them, then obviously God himself won't object, will he or He?

Now then dear reader, in case you happen to be reading these words designed by a human, being very curious about the meaning of Life in all its dimensions, perspectives, restrictions imposed by censors, including those employed by authorities who find some words offensive and dangerous to public morality and the power they love to flaunt with impunity, like Popes, for example, not to mention late Victorian narrow minded bigots who decided some aspects of Nature's Creation must be labelled Taboo, Heresy, Blasphemy and so on ... such four letter words are rarely employed on this platform, as you may have observed, dear long suffering reader! Why swear, curse or blaspheme when the point may be made more elegantly, with more syllables, sometimes scanning, rhyming or flowing poetically and leaving readers running for dictionaries to verify the definition. Frankly, it's not unknown for your pretentious blogger to make an odd error, through laziness and to create new words, why not? Then again, since Life is a School, words novel to your blogger sometimes pop up in posts describing incredible visions, which occur spectacularly at Sunset, when a few clouds mixed up with Sun offer a transcendent emotion to a lover of the miracle, an opacophile ... that's Eve Hart, by the way, unsurprisingly ... speaking of which, a lover of Sunrising is named a Heliophile, and that describes your blogger, who sometimes skips sunsets, or even the transcendent emotion of Sunrising when trying to describe the indescribable ...

Eve Geordie, meanwhile, requests sloes for her daughter to soak in booze, transforming both alcohol and fruit into delightful drinks much appreciated by friends and family ... so love goes round again and meditation is found in the slow picking of the fruit, a gift beyond measure  and the pickling and drinking is rather pleasant too! Eve Geordie landed in Weardale years ago, from Jarrow, famous for its long march to London to suggest the rich folks down there might care to share some of the profits made by greedy capitalists on the backs of the coal miners, shipbuilders, steel workers and others thrown out of work by those who appropriated the surplus value from the proletariat ... sorry, wrong guru, not that Marx, Karl ... Barbara Marx Hubbard is more to my taste these days, and she's dead now, like Karl and Fred ... leaving Eve Geordie not only a Nurse in Weardale, caring for local people with compassion, but a radical trade union leader, upsetting the bosses since bosses always need to learn how to behave themselves, and managers of the NHS especially ... these days, of course, the flagship of health was sunk by Thatcher and every Prime Minister since, to emerge instead as a lean, keen National Illness Service, infected by viral drug companies so rich their bribery was legendary, and good went bad, as happens, the time between living healthy and dying whilst technically living stretched out ... far too long ... the rest is politics and you can watch U.K. Column News for that, or BBC if you prefer brainwash ... but Eve Geordie is still loved in Weardale for her compassion, and a dear friend of this blogger too!

Eve German, the third one to message yesterday (since this blog rested awhile and today becomes Friday, not Thursday which it was ...) has not been seen in physical form, a beautiful female, for around 20 years., when she was younger  and speaking English perfectly ... at Tamera, the strange community in the Alentejo region of Portugal, rather arid, where a group of Germans and German speakers from Zeg in Berlin, found their free love philosophy rather too free for society, therefore taboo ... today you may find them by googling Tamera as I did decades ago, whilst seeking spiritual guidance eclectically, meaning beyond systems like organised religions, or cults, with Priests, Gurus or any human issuing instructions basically ... K taught that, and even there a cult emerged, and Tamera was no exception as discovered whilst spending one week there listening, learning, observing without judgement, and discerning a cult yet again ... not to mention the near death experience in the sea, one sunny Easter Sunday, drowning at Zambujeira do Mar. .. nearly! Eve German wasn't there, but she heard the story next day, for sure ... as have the poor long suffering readers of Wear and Dao ... yes, there are one or two ... no idea how many ...

Sun's shining, Autumn leaves need sweeping for leaf mould, U.K. Column News is on livestream at 1pm, an option before cleaning up the Retreat House in case Eve Hart turns up this afternoon about 4 which she may do ... nothing's certain in this world of duality, quantum reality, uncertainty principles of Heisenberg et al ... let's wait and see, shall we!

Original Sin

Wandering along the Way to Compostela one day
Pondering the mystery of Creation from a story in the Bible
Old Testament that is: One Creator God, three names, three religions
Jehova for Jews, God for Christians, Allah for Muslims,
All United as One, fighting each other in The Holy Lands ever since!

Meanwhile, in Paradise, Adam lived, playing happily,
Naked as God intended,not separate from the birds, bees,
And trees, shedding golden leaves each Autumn, or Fall
To stand naked in black and white silhouette in the snow

Evolution of the species led poor Adam into a quandary
As the consciousness he shared with other species - thinking
Became metaconsciousness, thinking about thinking for God's sake!
Which, as many Buddhists and others discovered, is a trap for meditators
Since transcending the Ego can never be found by thinking it can ...

Meanwhile, back in The Garden of Eden, Adam yearned for a playmate
And God assented to his request, by taking a spare rib from his chest
And creating a beautiful woman, Eve, naked like Adam was, but subtly different
With small breasts sprouting out, and the penis tiny at the top of her secret place
Hiding under a mound of hair known as Venus ...

It wasn't a serpent who dared her to pluck the apple of desire, to tempt the pair
After all, how else would they be able to produce two sons, Cain and Abel?
So, the human race spread across the face of the Earth, with women and men
Breeding like rabbits, loving the heat of the sexual energy, as if such a thing
Could ever be a Sin, as young people know from experience, whatever the priests preach
Hypocritically ... their holier than thou celibacy twisted, power misused to abuse
Maidens, choirboys, each other, alone with whips to scourge their Sin
To gain the Heaven they espouse, or the Hell they may deserve

Celibacy, you see, as a Rule, may be a blessing or a curse
Depending on how you experience it yourself
Radical celibacy on the other hand, scorns any rules made by humans
And employs Common Sense, Ethics and Compassion to choose how to live
In harmony with the humans of any religion or none, any race or colour of skin
Or false notion of Original Sin ... in Latin that three letter word simply means error
A mistake we may learn from, an arrow missing the Bulls Eye, that's all
Travelling in Spain, for example, Sin carne Senõr? No meat then!
Incarnate? In human form, embodied ... endowed with a Soul flourishing
Along the Pilgrim Ways ... why else walk for weeks and months at Life School
If not to know thyself and see it for what it truly is, an illusion, that's all!

In old age, the passionate heat of youth settles down
To a warm glow of contentment and equanimity,
after a life well led experientally and not only book-read
Seeing is believing, living authentically something else entirely
If All the World's a Stage and we are merely players on it
We'd better play our many parts as if real
And return to our real home at the end of this life
For a well earned resting in Peace!