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 ...
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