Existential Dangers...

Woods and trees still causing confusion but pennies dropping regarding Phase 1 ... Phase 2 underway as Local Authorities, with Authority being the key word ... local it is not ... some say it's the masons' bid for power, shorthand for overbearing councils, known haunts of trouser rollers playing Dark, though once light ... Lighter branches said to include Rosicrucians ... Peter Caddy of Findhorn fame was with them, helping found the inspirational eco-village ...

Either way Shock and Awe is on its way out, with much shame and blame for Fascist coup due to Cummins Rasputin, Johnson Churchill, Juan Coc and the inept, corrupt crew ... Chancellor strangely seen as next PM in newly spruced coalition with Weird Starmer and other dodgy characters ushering in the New Normal of Build Back Better ... The Brave New World of Davos' Great Reset ... though remember Aldous Huxley also wrote a Utopian tale, called Island ... most folks seem to prefer fear, good news does not sell papers ...

Meanwhile, the elders are stranded once again, in good care homes and lethal ones, at home with little company, denied a choice in their golden years ... plenty of grounds for Class Actions for War Crimes, though corrupt scientists and doctors more likely to take the rap ... some struggle with the enormity of the WHO project and its WEF partner ... others see a positive outcome but resist contemplating such cold-hearted behaviour, unable to accept that psychopaths walk amongst us and really dangerous ones hide out on tropical tax havens dreaming up reduced population levels and ways to achieve them whilst making even more money ...

Whilst existential reasons are cited for the Great Reset, the existential danger here and now at Wear and Dao is to allow the ego, necessary in the game of humans, free rein ... and the answer seems to be: Be cautious in the battles of the keyboard warrior and in conversations locally and beyond; resist temptation to join in everybody's story; follow Lao Tse's Way ... be effective without a fuss, use power gently so people think they led themselves ... and don't imagine for a second that, whilst the blogger is the creator of his own reality, with supporting players and and audience, the same is true of all of us ... and how that works is a mystery indeed, the Dao that can be described is not the Immortal Dao  ... curiouser and curiouser!

Also mysterious this time of year is how the fish, having wandered the oceans for four years, return with huge effort to the place they started, to spawn and die, whilst males follow to fertilise the eggs ... if you know whether the boys go to the stream they started or another one to avoid interbreeding, please do tell ... so much to learn, so little time.

Though if the Gypsy's right there could be two more decades to go this time round. Catching up with Thay, recently 94 and started conscious dying, declining food, the Buddha way ...

Devolved fascism ...

The fascinating and dangerous game plays on with Local Authorities offered local power to abuse the rights of the people living and working in their area of control. Their mandate expired in Spring so any semblance of legitimacy has expired, justified by the hyped up pandemic from the Sars-Cov-2 flu like virus, code named Covid 19 from the date of its launch in 2019. In the DUK nationally the mandate was exercised late that year and swiftly became a coup. Clearly, any government failing to protect its most vulnerable citizens, indeed embarking on murderous policies to reduce the numbers of elders in so-called care homes is attracting close attention from human rights lawyers taking evidence from experts for War Crime tribunals.

The DUK Junta, by the way, was elected on a platform of limited devolution for constituent countries; Scotland, Wales and Northern Ireland and soon embarked on a plan to give each of them enough rope to hang themselves, which they took. Now it's the turn of sub-regional entities. Here in North East England there was a so-called local lockdown, which turns out to include some but not all Councils, along with bizarre regulations built on the basic lie of a lethal virus, which this never was. Confusion reigns by design. A so-called second spike of a virus already mutated is manufactured by spurious testing of the healthy inevitably producing false data to prove lots of cases. But cases of what? And cases are neither deaths or illness but a Casedemic.

Newspapers and BBC, all lying to some degree, are now nudging the fearful nation towards the next phase of the worldwide plan. Shock and awe was phase 1. Phase 2 is gentler,  the people cowed and soon encouraged to blame the extremist governments, devolved authorities, corrupted scientists, lying media and any other handy scapegoats.

For now phase 2 is just conjecture, since people are quite wedded to phase 1. It has its benefits after all, or did.

Well, that's enough 3D madness for Wear & Dao for now. Broader perspectives keep us grounded, or rather flying free ... words fail at this point, but limited thought and language is sufficient to explain the bigger picture without the cosmic element.

All good here in Autumn, foraging, laying in supplies for winter, including books to entertain and educate visitors to the small retreat in the hills ...

Abundance

So much to pick and preserve to see us through the lean months of winter, still a month or two away ... blackberries the favourite here, freezer filling slowly and companion apples wild and freely picked wrapped for crumbles until January maybe ... ancient fear of starvation drives us, though it's become a simple pleasure now ... wandering around, avoiding the nettles and thorns, thinking and not thinking, a slower kind of Camino and still a meditation. Elderberries rather fiddly, but vitC booster made, other pickles later as fruit and veg ripen or almost ...

Findhorn was interesting. Stay extended day by day, synchronicity at every turn ... the Foundation forced to comply as every organisation subject to permission from Authority ... Cluny closed for business though grounds open for a wander and some apples ... the Park more eclectic since it has dispersed ownership, an intentional community with eco houses for sale on the open market so buy to rent as well ... Phoenix Shop open with masky workers and customers, strangely few of whom assert their right to resist the muzzle ... a major success for the Behavioural Insights Team, serving the Junta ... though many just shrug and say what's the harm for ten minutes shopping? True enough, though staff pressured to breathe their own co2 all day begs the question of where the Health and Safety at Work Act 1976 went?   A mask to cough and sneeze into? Nice!

This phase of shock and awe soon finished, to much relief all round. Much softer regime to follow, as scapegoats line up for public humiliation ... let's watch carefully the next new normal shall we? Dodgy drugs mandatory if you want to travel perhaps? Or other so-called rights requiring proof of vaccination ... resistance to these measures currently high, 50 percent perhaps, let's see how it's marketed ...

Looking increasingly like a depopulation agenda for a new order in a world reset ... stay alert, indeed! And keep on picking food from hedgerows and gardens, spending time outside sunning the body, breathing fresh air, moving the body ... make your body your temple, don't desecrate it ...

Or sign up to submit to serve the machines ... you have a choice!

Autumn Equinox at Findhorn

Autumn marked by chilly North Sea swim in early morning ... bracing ... in, head under, out again ... then round the beach, finding stones like mini- universes. .. Blake's universe in a grain of sand at a scale visible to the human eye ... everyone knows the poem, but who can truly comprehend it?

Plenty of philosophical musing on this trip North ... with a deepening of understanding of the Pioneer community, elders encountered, perspectives broadened ... new books bought, though few read, where beach calls ... and locally based FB friend, host for first night, turns out to be multi-talented and possibly designer and builder of retreat extension ...

A rest from Covid nonsense, masking resisted as normal for those valuing their mental health, but surprisingly many here complying ... others hugging as is the Findhorn way ...

More another time, to explore the deeper stuff ... this is just to mark the Equinox, with fascism still in power ... for how long? Rather scary how easily we comply with stupid orders from sinister politicians advised by corrupt scientists. .. Nuremberg had the Doctors' trials as well as soldiers and politicos ... bring it on, and soon ...

Tomorrow another day in Scotland, then home via elder daughter, hopefully. .. 

Hail Caesar!

Crises throw up demons sometimes, in some places, as if to flush out dark energy, long accumulated in national and cultural archetypes ... to illustrate deeper truths, not that new alliances are needed necessarily, but that human beings are One essentially ... and not separate from all that is, as explained before ...

History and Herstory too, since language itself is not neutral in the attempt to explain Reality with limited tools, repeatedly offers these images of some aspects of ourselves, bringing forth Caesar, Hitler, Stalin, Pol Pot as extreme examples ... feared by many, ridiculed by others, presented as saviours to solve specific issues, then revealing their demonic qualities when it's rather late to exorcise them easily ...

In crises also, as is known, lie the opportunity for new solutions to the existential problems which brought them forth ... sometimes in the form of gods, if we stick with a consistent metaphor for now ... though do beware the tendency for gods and demons to change roles ... or, to transcend the mythological and look honestly at ourselves as humans in group form, beware light energy flickering dark and back again ... or, employing psychological description, a bi-polar group identity ...

Leaders destroy followers, followers destroy leaders ... regular readers may recall ... the message is clear enough isn't it?

So, the followers of the strong leader, playing light let's say, offer their own power to the leader, and too often the leader falls in love with power itself and forgets to give it back, while loyal lieutenant types feel empowered enough to stick with dark, which suits their psychological frailty anyway ...

Meanwhile back in the city, week one went well ... lots of demos to entertain and educate, vegans rather pasty, white settlers from South Africa escaping a spate of farm murders and maintaining an anti-racist stance, then the main event, choreographed carefully by masked police, ensuring the BLM protesters led by one middle aged angry man apparently with one black parent ... the rest earnest white students and on the platform, from time to time, a well masked young man, dressed in red, with sunglasses and cap, unveiled a red flag with hammer and sickle, waved it about, flushed out the off right-wing type for police to have a word with. .. weird indeed! Plus three of us ready to protest lockdown ... hmm ... following week, no demo at all, though great conversations of a religious nature and a reading from a Welsh Gypsy with disturbing news ... not three score years and ten, but maybe ninety and passing healthy ... crikey!

Warm and sunny Sunday, early three hour wander, afternoon two hours more, topping up the tan and VitD as well as moving the body, keeping it in shape for twenty more years ... let's see ...

September Resistance ...

After some philosophical musing here, while more political musing happen over on the Facebook platform, it's time perhaps to reassure any readers left not risking that fast moving place. .. yes, monsieur l'editeur that's you specifically ... resistance has continued throughout this historic period ... there seemed no option in the mundane world, though philosophy reassures the writer that serious as the work here on Earth may be, it is very far from the be all or end all ... and if that seems pretentious in any way, then that's for you to say not me ... this small I holds itself lightly as is sensible if indeed it is illusory! And if it turns out to be delusion, what's lost? A cynical life, without the liberating sense of Love Universal? The loss of Fear?

For any other readers left, including a couple known to risk both platforms, wondering if l'editeur is French in any way or indeed actually editing the rambling mess you're reading guess what? He is actually a Durham radical of miner stock, somehow maintaining a semblance of sanity whilst gathering salary and decent pension, an activist of the local government trade union, sceptical but not cynical (or perhaps a bit) ... a biker from those days when young lads divided up as mods and rockers, could afford the bikes and scooters as well as the insurance, and set off in groups to pre-arranged coastal venues for some argy-bargy, rarely lethal or dangerous to non-combatants ... rather like the football tribes ... that was young men post-war, needing rituals to establish manhood ... whoops, we seem to have wandered into sociology now!

Anyway, the editor's awol yet again, at his French maison,  possibly preparing for the blog in French, Wear et Dao peut etre?  All this biographical outing pointing to the vital point where politics and philosophy join up, which is about consensus reality and beyond that tool to make agreements of how we (not the others) see the World, the scary probability that all seven billion humans see a deeper reality uniquely ... no wonder then we disagree sometimes in Fear of ... what? Deeper again, each unique soul, in partnership with the Unity, somehow creates the reality they give attention to ... and for logic lovers yes, there appears to be a paradox here, since this blogger confronts dark energy not the light he chooses! Answers on a postcard please ... maybe more psychological work to do?

Notwithstanding, that game is on and has been for a while ... demo in the City Saturday ... like the good old days ... see you there, wherever your town or city is ... transcendence can wait a while ...

How to explain the numinous?

Today's title, question marked, therefore rhetorical, observing linguistic convention, commas carefully deployed grammatically ... whoops! those three dots, a habit in the blog, a radical device to disrupt and sow seeds of doubt about full stops ... which are unknown in our birthright, Nature, long abandoned in The Garden, a metaphor in biblical systems ... but the Word, of God or Prophets or any other word you like, is not the thing described. .. it's a trap! best stay silent, rather than babble in the Tower ... or play lightly with it, knowing that even Lao Tse, or Tzu, the Old Boy of Dao, or Tao, advised, or advises if The Power of Now is right, that The Dao which can be described is not the Immortal Dao! though 80 or so wise verses follow .... hmmm ...

Semantics, or General Semantics, worth a look ... Robert Anton Wilson explains it in an entertaining way, along with Zen and other sounds denoting nothingness or emptiness paradoxically full ... of energy, Infinite Potential ... where Bohm was pointing and the title of his recent film, though he himself, or rather his Bohm form, not the essence lingering in The Field ... passed on a while ago ...

Kurt Vonnegut, German sounding, but full citizen of BSA, a POW in Dresden when that city was flattened in one of the War Crimes of the century ... exceeded soon after by not one but two nuclear attacks to test the efficacy of the destructive power ... Japanese war crimes on the Burma Railway and other sites the justification ... the very bleak humour of the author emerged in his observation: it is important to exercise the vocal chords in case we have something important to say one day ...

Anyway, all this wordplay passes the time, though may not help describe some insights, the pathless path into the right brain, if that really is the location of Mind, Universal and or the individual and or the Superorganism proposed by Zen of Thich Nhat Hanh and Interbeing and others less well known ... Michael, for example, well enough known to Wear&Dao ... anyway that's numinosity and may only be pointed to at best ... sorry dear reader(s), you have to work it out yourselves. .. there's plenty of time, after all, if infinity's a thing ... or paradoxically no-time ... so, like the present! and prophets all around, major and minor to help you construct your unique Way ... hold it lightly, you'd be mad to take seriously, which, incidentally is good reason in DUK at least, along with COPD, to decline to suffocate yourself ...

Rain clearing to a mostly clear day in a quite wet August and time to walk ... and reflect on an amazing Reality opening up, beyond Fear, beyond Self, lived alongside other humans in parallel worlds where our consciousness evolves as creators, in partnership with the infinite potential in all, and simultaneously players, audience with the others ... phew, imagine that!

Latest possibilities include: small retreat extension starting to take form; winter trips to Sri Lanka and now Penang; or stay here for winter retreat, why not? it's where I live just Now!