Weekend out and about ...

Saturday's demo went well, though numbers were rather smaller than expected. Such is the censorship, not to mention expectations, which are never a good idea, whether too high or too low ... safer to have no expectations at all! After driving to Heaton early to make the most of the day, a walk towards the River Tyne stretched the legs and it was still early when the station was reached, and a group of students were gathered to greet folks arriving for an open day to consider putting Northumbria University on their list of options. They listened to my story and were grateful for a copy of The Light to share with their friends. After a coffee and a chat with another customer, who accepted a copy too, the next stop was Amnesty International second hand bookshop, where 4 books went in the rucksack, including Rumi and Lykke, a Danish book about happiness. John, a volunteer was happy with his copy of The Light and said he'd see me at the demo later.

At the Civic Centre, two police officers were standing discussing the demo, and when asked where it began, they indicated the route, and asked how many we were expecting. One was in charge of their side and being optimistic I said a couple of thousand! As it happens they were overstaffed and had more than us, almost, not to mention all the minibuses, though no horses or dogs.

Old friends were greeted and the march lined up for the off, with women holding placards leading us. This kept things peaceful and the cops were friendly and kept us all safe whilst crossing the roads. At the end of the march, a good chat with Toby a young constable took a while, and the walk back to Heaton to see Daisy was fine.

Sunday's plan changed when the younger daughter postponed due to tardy confirmation by her father, so Hexham was back on the agenda, plus a seminar on Common Law at Langley Village Hall, opposite the Garden Station. This was very well attended and intense with an expert lawyer and yoga teacher, Kalli Spell, speaking on the subject and cheering the audience up immensely.

Back at the Retreat House, Vivek, held a Sangha on Zoom which was fascinating indeed. And since today is Monday already, a walk is the start of a brand new week ... the last one in October, meaning November and the last month of Autumn ... no wonder the humans are thinking of Christmases past and near future, and will we be permitted to celebrate with loved ones?
Basically, it's just a Dickens of a shitshow with Scrooge left in charge of the humans. How on Earth did they allow that to occur? Never mind, the ghosts are about this weekend, to scare us as well ... maybe teach the Luciferians a lesson? And if that doesn't do the job, November 5th is next week, and many supporters of Guido Fawkes are planning his resurrection ...

On we go with the stories, the archetypes, stereotypes, heroes and villains all busy playing our roles, as if real! Clearly, when we wake up and realise it's merely all illusion, this egoic structure creating the suffering and poverty, ambitions, despair,  designed to expose our foibles ... and beyond all that duality? Some say non-duality, others unity consciousness, or maybe just relax and be patient ... be kind to yourself and the world from which you were never separate ... and allow the story to unfold ...

Wandering Weardale

A clear spell after the rain, and a Full Moon portal opening opportunities to walk to walk and muse on past, present and future scenes through the unique perspective of the only human being in my universe of discovering the Nature of Reality universally. Yes, dear reader, you guessed it: It's You! Who else has led your life? Lived in your head? Suffered your pain? And in the end, if there is such a thing in deeper reality where eternity's a word with a meaning you'll never understand conceptually, you have your chance to glimpse Liberation from the feeling of isolation and existential angst, and maybe rest in peace there, knowing essentially your egoic heroic suffering individual is constructed as a hologram and beyond that illusion there's no separation at all!

On the subject of non-duality, by the way, a teacher in the tradition of Ramana Maharshi, called Vivek, turned up next door at the holiday cottage for a few days and now stays at the Retreat House with his son, Finn, 18 months old, while he sorts out some practical issues arising, as they tend to do in the world of duality in which we find ourselves. Philosophic discourse ensues, of course!

Being Saturday again, a demonstration in Exhibition Park this afternoon sets the agenda for an old rebel to call over for a protest march, not to mention philosophical discourse on what Freedom means on Earth plane, where the Dark forces prepare for their inevitable demise as the Light shines heralding the arrival of the Age of Aquarius, the dawning of which is well known to old folks who saw freedom bursting out all over the place as the hippies took of their clothes and danced in the fields listening to Beatles and Stones, Pink Floyd, Bob Dylan, Joan Baez and the rest in the Summer of Love. And Leonard Cohen of course, a mystic for sure and the soundtrack for all the years since and beyond. .. Hallelujah was the anthem covered by many singers, and Leonard's version is best not only because he wrote it ... as it happens he never took the credit for songs he knew came from elsewhere. Though the royalties were his and why not!

Tomorrow, the ritual Stand in the Park is postponed for the Father of the younger daughter's birthday celebration ... 32 next week and still beautiful and determined to exercise her unique gifts which currently includes baking the best cakes and pastries in the world, or Sunderland at least, where she's working and commuting daily from over the river Tyne in Newcastle, where she lives and where the protest takes place this afternoon. Daisy is full of fuel and keen for a run or two to see Newcastle again and this old blogger is looking forward to a short walk after breakfast, before setting off for a day out in the city where he once lived ... 30 odd years ago ....

Writing Day ...

The humans, in modern times, exchanged the rhythm of the seasons and the labour required to match the needs of families to survive, essentially. As the species evolved, socially, hunter gathering shifted along with power, as greedy ones organised the excess power they demanded, slavery for most was the norm and frankly it's only the details that have changed in the brief time humans decided Earth was a good planet to colonise ... in geological time a minute or two is all it's taken to make a shocking mess of land and sea and atmosphere, with the slavers, let's estimate merely 1%, leading the race to return to space in search of another planet to destroy.

Now, whether this 1% of plutocrats is fully human, with souls, is an open question ... some say they're reptilian and maybe here from Pluto or further afield to teach the human beings how to stand up for Freedom against their tyranny. Maybe it's true, who knows?

After Saturday's coastal trip, Daisy was ready for a run over the fells to Hexham again, to meet the tribe of like-minded folks organising ways to resist the fascist authoritarian rulers who used a compliant Parliament to nod through Martial Law without any discussion with the population about whether a virus was sufficient reason to declare civil war on an international scale via the United Nations and their agencies, the World Economic Forum and World Health Organisation.

In the Park members of the Tribe gathered to hear from three fine and fearless warrior women, Lee, Lyne and Michelle, who found themselves invited to a Zoom room in the week, where rebel medics and awake philanthropists discussed their plans to set up a parallel health service in England from the bottom up, since the top heavy, top down NHS has been corrupt for far too long and the mistaken medical model of health has persisted in its work to patch up and repair broken human bodies as if we are cars in need of new tyres, new parts, a change of oil and a good polish to keep us on the road longer. Of course, resources were spent on public health, but tax money could never match the revenue of large corporations with crap food, lethal drugs, mindless media to sell, and the psychologists willing to sell their souls to support the plutocrats with advertising with subliminal messaging to undermine the health of the population.

A rebel doctor from Hartlepool , Peter Chan, is one of the movers and shakers amongst many others thoroughly fed up with the disgraceful actions of health professionals last year and ongoing, to coerce people into accepting the injection of so-called vaccines, which appear to be bio-weapons tailored to reduce the world population in The Great Reset proposed by Professor Klaus Schwab of the WEF, backed by the 1% with such Luciferians as Gates, Soros and others investing and reaping massive returns from the drugs paid for by the taxes about to soar, as the money supply is manipulated to get the bankers off the hook yet again.

Now, here's a problem for this old blogger, cheerfully joining the fray, and keen to replay the heroic role of Che Guevara of his youth. Clearly philosophy and psychology teaches us to step back and step up a level in Life School, since we're all here to learn our lessons and realise our mistakes so as to ensure karma is cleaned up for the next life. If you believe all that metaphysical meandering taught in so many different ways, that is ... frankly, dear readers, at 70 years and counting, it's time to invest in the future, and as the Catholics taught, it's never too late to confess your sins and get to heaven, along with other Christian cults, where only the chosen few get a ticket to go up, whilst the great majority are going to hell ... hmmm can this be true? No thanks, let's try another approach and create our heaven here on Earth, taught by common sense, ethics, compassion for all the world, and whatever system you follow, as long love is at the heart of it!

Yesterday was writing day, since this story composed of many stories, published freely, thanks to google, represents the efforts of one so-called human being to pass the time and share some insights for any reader who cares to take a look at it. Obviously there's no censorship of it, though google could always crash it if it chose to ... paranoid? Not really, just aware and unconcerned about these games or the outcomes of them ... play them well folks, it passes the time, after all.
Vivek, next door, joined the walk to Frosterley for apples and spoke of his system towards the truth, the Ultimate in his lineage with Papaji and Ramana Maharshi teaching non-duality, which was fascinating indeed. Unity is taught at the Park, at South Shields and the Headland of Hartlepool by friends with systems and no systems at all ... so, who knows what to make of it all?

At Wear and Dao it's clear enough that confusion is cleared by curiousity and enjoying this life as if it's the only one, being kind wherever possible and playing the human games to pass the time wisely ... so, it's Tuesday again, still dark outside, recycling day in Stanhope, blue bins to put out, breakfast first, then out around Dawn to wander somewhere or other ... let's see shall we?!

Sunderland on Sea ...

Fish have a habit of finding the Wear near Sunderland each year and swimming up to Stanhope to spawn. During the previous world war, many Mackems or humans from Sunderland, were evacuated to avoid the bombings of shipyards and enjoyed their stay in the hills so much they returned each year too. Some even stayed!

Yesterday, Saturday, on an impulse, it was decided to head East to the coast to deliver copies of The Light to friends in South Shields who planned to hand them out to anyone interested in information not found in the mainstream media due to censorship. After discussions with Joe and Pam at their house with a view of the sea, and some Tibetan rituals designed to open the third eye, a pleasant walk along the coast to Marsden Rock ensued and an encounter with Larry, a local lad from there, recently returned in retirement and now 70, which is quite old. After some time sharing memories, a bus arrived heading South to Sunderland, where a protest march for freedom was planned for about 1pm, and arriving there in good time I sought a police officer to discover the starting point, since they were expected to know such things, so they could help us cross the roads safely, of course.

Believe it or not, no coppers were seen anywhere in the centre of town, including at the police station, now closed down, since they find it a chore to have people popping in with their questions, which used to be their job ... anyway, a nearby local advised that demos usually started in a park nearby, but after walking down there no demo was found, though a student at a student house, reading economics and here from Nigeria, discussed Marxism for a while and took some copies of The Light for his friends. Back near the centre, a council run library, museum and art gallery was open for business and copies of the paper were left discreetly for folks to discover, and an employee accepted one to read on his lunch break.

At a cafe opposite, a lunch break was taken, with WiFi and a light lunch and a paper left there too, why not! A family of four at the next table included a child of 14 months exploring her world with curious eyes full of wonder and smiling at strange blokes as well as her adoring parents and aunt.

Heading for a bus stop to return to Daisy, patiently waiting in South Shields, the demo turned up with a few friends holding placards and some delighted to receive copies of The Light from the rucksack. Back at Pam and Joe's a cup of tea was taken and conversation ensued before Daisy returned West, filling up with fuel on the way ready for today's trip to Hexham and the ritual Stand in the Park.

Meanwhile, next door a teacher of non-duality, advaita-vedanta, called Vivek, from Bavaria, is here on holiday for a week, which promises to be interesting to say the least, as this life keeps on getting weirder by the day. In a good way ...

Slowing racing mind

At the retreat house sunrises are appreciated for their magical qualities and shared in photographic images with words to enchant those who may never have seen such a thing, captured for eternity, especially in those deceptive moving images, called films, or movies in Hollywood, which used them to hoodwink much of the human population susceptible to the false narratives like "Happy ever after", "USA saves us from tyranny again", "Becoming obscenely rich makes you very happy", and all that bullshit. European cinema was more sophisticated.

Standing patiently awaiting the daily miracle as Dawn becomes day and Sun gazing with mind still, if possible, presents a thrill suffusing every cell of the entity called "body", in reality merely a vehicle carrying a Soul around some say ... and at the end of the day, guess what? Yep, Sunset offers similar scenery, but towards the West. Such events do weird things to the human mind and remind us where we came from, which, when processed through the operating system holding the unique life story of the experiencer, evokes emotions indescribable ...

Such information, now all over the internet, in binary code, including images of breakfast, lunch, dinner, snacks, me eating, me posing, me improved artificially please look at me and press like if you see me me me ... endlessly ... hmm no wonder the universe is expanding exponentially dear readers, the 3D holographic world is full of egos expanding too! Perhaps it's all illusion after all, as taught by many enlightened ones like Lao Tse, Gautama, Jesus Christ how many do we need before we see the bigger picture? All religions are One! Hmm, William Blake taught that and escaped the inquisition somehow or other ...

Meanwhile, in Weardale, the priority is to collect vitC freely available stored in berries of many kinds, plus fruits falling to the ground in orchards nearby to keep the immune system optimal, along with vitD stored in Sun, not to mention pure energy in the rays, and in the fresh air for breatharians ..
Sloes are appreciated by friends who care to steep them in booze, until Christmas arrives when presents are desired, and what better than Sloe Gin, Sloe Brandy and so on, home made by a team including humans playing human games, when despair is manufactured by the Dark Team spreading terror in case a Turkey is missing at the feast. Madness!

Visits to friends passes the time pleasantly, since energy shared creates illusions of all kinds, and kindness costs nothing, which is a passport to heaven, effectively, metaphorically ... other human beings report hell realms, depending on reminiscences as processed ... but Heaven and Hell are functions of the mind according to Blake and other Seers ... so, dear readers, where's your passport to the destination you seek? Don't hurry, take all the time you need. Why not sloe down, enjoy Sun, Moon too ... gathering berries, maybe a sip of elderberry wine at Christmas, wine not, don't complain, check your fears and escape lingering dark energy ... in the end Love always wins, here and now, in 3D transformed through 4D spacetime, to the 5th dimension of reality ...

Quantum physicists, by the way, already speak of more, maybe an infinitity or Many Worlds Theory, but that's too crazy to imagine ... isn't it?
Tao Te Jing verse one: The Tao which may be described is not the immortal Tao ...
That's enough for now ... it's Saturday again and there are things to do, friends to see ...
Life eh? It's not a bad way to pass a few decades is it... see you soon!

Tuesday again

For a retired person with a simple life, the week since the last post has been full of most interesting people and events, some of which may be recalled to round up the second week of October 2021, for future reference in case memory fades due to the inevitable advance of decrepitude and eventual bodily death. Funnily enough, as linear time adds days and weeks, months and years, any lingering fears are absent, since the blessings of 70 years well lived are fondly recalled and selective memory has processed the crap times as stories to learn from, not traumas from which to suffer every night as if still real.

Yesterday was said to be a date in time of numerological significance if you believe in such stories, dear readers, and my sceptical mind still questions everything, since the Nature of Reality here and now at Wear and Dao, as apparently lived by an apparently real sentient human being, with an individual and egoic structure chattering on remembering times past, anticipating future possibilities,  whilst trying to focus on each precious ,moment. .. having seen the liberating teaching that small self is fundamentally false, is true.

Last week, a friend arrived to stay on Retreat, which has been a delight, whilst another friend visited just before and offered a brief break on the coast for a change of scene. Since she is a serious artist and Buddhist, who also has discovered no self, as taught by Gautama 2.5 millennia ago in India, the stay was fascinating and the small house in which she lives is decorated by images she painted of Buddha, Sufis, and all sorts and continues to do in the back yard. The Retreat guest, meanwhile has also realised no self a while back, all of which creates an interesting mix of humans deploying their egos in order to offer roles for the stories and games humans play in the dance of Lila, which goes on and on as the humans try to learn their lessons from the Life School in which we live, time after time ... assuming ongoing consciousness, which is still an open question, of course!

Daily events get crazier, as synchrocities abound and every coincidence is examined carefully for significance ... hopefully not confused with confirmation bias, but hey! if we want to skip the suffering stage, as Buddhists may, then play roles offering equanimity and contentment, whilst staying curious and enjoying the company of fellow travellers on the spiritual path, the pathless path to Nirvana ... which it is said is beyond bliss or any words, stories, games, plays on stages, or any metaphysical,  metaphorical mystery you choose. ..

One day, who knows, all will be revealed; meanwhile, dear readers, Dawn is close by and legs are itching to stretch themselves because they still work quite well, in conjunction with all the other bodily parts, operating as if separate with a computer called a brain in the skull, storing all the worries, fleeting thoughts, terrors, traumas, joys, sorrows ... hmm or maybe the radio transmitter receiver seen by Tesla, the mystic ... explaining non-local fields, expanding universes, dimensions beyond 3 and 4, even 5 arriving now as the long awaited Age of Aquarius transforms the lives of the humans choosing Freedom from Samsara ... why not!?

Weekend fun and games

It's Tuesday again in a rainy Stanhope, with a reliable forecast of a good topping up of the River Wear flowing close enough to here for me to hear clearly ... revealing the idea that rhyming can sometimes be overdone. Waterproof gear worn on top of a waterproof skin, with wellies for boots, should ensure an energising walk for an hour or two and a safe return as long as I don't fall into the River Wear and end up floating downstream to the sea at Sunderland.

Saturday was wet also, and the two options of being wet protesting in Stanley or dry here at the Retreat House was resolved by inviting Joe, Pam, Sharon, Geraldine and Frankie the collie to lunch and to hear about their plans as healers. A friend, Jen, who attended the Stanley event reported that they made an impact in the rain, holding up their signs for passing motorists to beep in support as they drove past, dry. Meanwhile we heard about the benefits of Kefir seeds soaked in full fat milk as a pro-biotic from Joe and Pam, who left a jar for us to sample; and the plans of Sharon, a Shaman trained by fellow Shamans in Colombia to introduce Plant Medicine healing in North-East England. Frankie snoozed mostly, until Geraldine went up to try the Schumann Resonance strobe light effects designed to open her third eye, and I seized the chance to venture out togged up with wellies so he could have a run, a pee and a poo, before returning about ten minutes later.

The session ran on later than planned, and was most enjoyable and educational ... great to see Joe after about seven years, and to meet Pam, his partner, plus Sharon the Shaman who appeared to be wise beyond her years, after her experiences in Colombia with the Shamans there.

Sunday turned out dry after a showery start, and the usual drive over to Hexham was rewarding and inspiring as always, with new folks arriving to Stand in the Park and discuss issues of concern in the Sun. Six of us sat in the Beaumont Hotel with coffee and croissants for lunch, which was radical  and deeper dialogue ensued for an hour or so, until the table was required for people who'd reserved it for their proper Sunday lunch at 2, which seems late to me.

Yesterday was the birthday of Geraldine, and we drove to Cragside for her treat. The weather was kind and the house a delight, with a weird kind of new normal apparent as some visitors and staff persisted with masks and others did not ... which of course is actually quite normal because we are all entitled to choose what to wear, as long as we wear something, since The National Trust does not encourage nudity at its places, except Studland Bay, where it's delightfully normal, though not compulsory.

Later, back at the Retreat House, engaging in FB fun, it became clear that much social media was down, as planned without warning, clearly, to really wind up the addicts. U.K. Column News was running on replay, which was analytical and educational as usual, and the FB fast was fine as an early night was required anyway ... early this morning FB had returned, but if we fully comprehend the power these Dark Forces really hold, we'd better get used to such tactics, because they can cut off all sorts of supplies including our internet and cash machines any time they choose.

Are you scared yet? Not me, dear reader, my new hero and role model is Lauren, played by Catherine Tate, who in any situation where she feels oppressed by authority, she sits quietly at the back of the classroom, biding her time, her eyes narrowing, as she prepares her response including her immortal catchphrase : Am I bothered!  Do I look bothered? I really am not bothered. ..

Try it out for yourself. Mock the fascists. .. they really don't like it.