August but not Autumn yet ...

More wordplay to amuse myself, as if there was a self to amuse! Of course the reason for living is to build a strong sense of self, strong enough to play the parts convincingly, authentically, and as previously explained, if you are miserable and in poor health mentally, escape may be found, temporarily, by choosing a role you prefer and playing that role as if it's real, and you are happier, for a while. The point being that the realisation of the fundamental absence of a small ego self, often drives humans into psychosis, especially, when one is attached to that small, needy self.

Anyway, none of this philosophical musing is new, and some context may improve the blog, so here goes ... and if any encounters described sound fantastic and beyond belief, then that's your business, not mine.

Take the day before yesterday, for example.  Since distribution of propaganda has been chosen as a good way to pass the time, given the shocking level of censorship all over the UK and other nations, a copy or three of The Light is always in the rucksack, just in case. After driving with Daisy Southward to Barnard Castle, to meet an old friend who has suffered a lot with his health since we were active in County Durham, doing our best to upset the powers that be running the County Council and other Authorities. .. same crew different names, but masonry seems to bind them together ... like a huge conspiracy, but not a theory. After leaving Joe with a few papers and a walk around Barney, including the perimeter of the large drug factory run by GSK, legally, they say. Possibly the venue for Dominic Cummings a while ago, whose dodgy trip broke some rules? The perimeter fence looked like a prison with razor wire to keep the inside safe from outsiders.

Back in Stanhope, a quick walk found six Indian people, which is unusual on the back lane by the Retreat House. Being interested in strangers, it seemed wise to enquire who they were and what they were doing and why. It soon became clear they were old friends from Calcutta, three families all working for the NHS in various capacities, including a GP and two hospital consultants and all interested to discuss spiritual questions from their tradition of Hinduism.

After supper, two new friends and fellow Resistance folks arrived to discuss political questions and philosophical ones too.

Yesterday morning, the last day of July, an early walk revealed a new friend called Dmitri or Dell, a Marine from South Africa, just moved to Stanhope, who turned out to be very kind, inclined towards a Buddhist perspective, and not keen on war any more. I left him with The Light and a promise of more dialogue.

After more conversations and some shopping, an old friend called Clem was busy making a small football pitch out of the bigger one, ready for the Annual 5 a side Tournament at 1pm. Leaving him after more conversation and a few copies of The Light, I finally arrived home to write at 10.30am.

In the afternoon an author aged 10 arrived with his Mum to sign a copy of his inspirational book on being colour blind, in his case regarding seeing red and green differently from most of his friends. After a fascinating discussion with both of them, they cycled home and it was time to prepare supper and reflection on the mystery of this wonderful life in Stanhope and around.

Now, it's Sunday the 1st of August, as summer continues awhile before becoming Autumn. This morning at 10, the fun continues over the fells in Hexham, where free-thinking women, men and children gather to discuss what freedom looks like and why governments try to resist it.

There appear to be many folks around the world asking similar questions and demanding their governments desist promoting the interests of dark forces and serve the people who mistakenly allowed them in power. That's the problem with politicians, basically they're not to be trusted, as most people know. The exceptions only go to prove the rule. Perhaps the solution is to abolish governments and assert autonomy? The details in a complex world need exploring, of course!

Wakey wakey! Sun is shining again and it's time to stretch the legs before breakfast and a drive with Daisy over to Tynedale again.

Futures unfolding

As observed before, the past has passed into history, her story and whatever story the writers of stories have decided, are deciding or will decide to create in the future. If this sounds farcical, don't worry, farce is a genre often employed to point out lessons from the past. The Whitehall Farces, for example, with Brian Rix plus a contemporary version, Yes Minister. As we laugh at the stories, the Mind relaxes, and obvious truths sneak under the wire, to remind us how power is shared as Governments so often become corrupt, through ambition.

On another level, it seems past and future are illusory, as is Time itself, expressed linearly only to stretch it out, whilst in a different reality, everything happens Now, as told in the story of Eckhart Tolle's The Power of Now. If it appears that we've seen the past before, or deja vu, that may just be a crack in the space-time continuum, a reminder to focus on which world we wish to create in the future, already waiting for our attention. Awareness, therefore, is all around us, so we can see everything, but attention is energy and energy becomes material when the vibrational frequency slows down, and our consciousness creates our dream. Or nightmare, you choose!

Exploring this theme, which sounds like science fiction, if we insist on a continuum to explain time or space-time, rather than circular, try spiralling, since as we see things re-occurring through history which is not real, the new versions seem subtly different, even though we've already seen them, deja vu. Spirals are sacred symbols, of course.

If it's true that the Worlds we live in are in fact not fictional, but a deeper Truth, words are the way the Worlds are created, through the stories we tell, be it heaven or hell,  why on Earth would we choose hell , when we've been there before? It makes no sense, does it?

Anyway, the Worlds keep turning and in Weardale kind people are found everywhere, as many visitors and locals agree. If any are found to be unkind, there's always a reason, though not excuses for bad behaviour. Summer helps bring people outdoors to mingle, which reminds us why we're humans being kind, not afraid of strangers or friends infecting us, or neighbours informing the police we went outside when we should have been in. The police by the way, say such bad behaviour is considered wasting police time, because any complaint has to be written up, before being dropped in the bin.

That's all for now, supper's calling, then bed, with a good book. The second Book of Dust in a trilogy by Philip Pullman, which is very entertaining and mystical in a Blakean Way. He is the President of the Blake Society, after all!

Emptiness

A blast from the past before the lung infection ...

This extended period of fine weather in Weardale and surrounding places, has been a blessing for tourists visiting and locals lucky enough to be on holiday here all year. Now, the term local requires definition, since in rural outposts like Dales, with hamlets, villages and small towns, folks who are able and willing to trace their ancestors more than one generation sometimes claim the moral high ground and refer to others as incomers. Language again!  An incomer, by this definition, may wish to be considered local, but as some philosophers say, that's madness, since wishing you were something you'll never be, even if you'd rather be local in Weardale, is simply impossible in this lifetime, so the best you can do is try not to upset the true locals, be grateful if they talk to you, and enjoy the scenery while you are able. Incomers breeding with true locals, by the way, is widely recognised as an excellent idea to keep the genes healthy, so they get a free pass and the offspring count as locals. Farmers hereabouts especially those owning or having long leases on the fields growing sheep, cows, alpacas, grass and accommodation for tourists, are keenly aware of diversification in different forms like business and breeding. Their problem is the low water table and lack of rain for the grass, though the Wear still flows for tourists to splash about in and even swim in some parts.

Today's topic of Emptiness, refers to the true nature of humans grateful for the huge potential in a life lived simply, without clutter, knowing enough is enough, and that what is called void is really energy vibrating awaiting our consciousness to create whatever we desire. The ancients spoke of Ether, Rumi of The Guest House, Buddha of Emptiness and Potential, David Bohm of Emergence and Implicate Order Unfolding, Enfolding and so on and on ... same message different messenger. The message of the mystics? By all means study books and films and other media. Maybe become a scholar of mystical mysteries, with PhDs to prove your knowledge and perhaps publish a book or two. Wisdom, however, comes not from reading wise words but living each moment, wisely. All the rest is context, entertainment and a place for insights to land. It's not the outer view, but the inner view that enlightens, after all. Instinct, insight, inspiration, the clue's right there.

This nonsense has been going on for far too long; worrying about other people's view of you, why? It's not their business and vice versa. Fear of failing? Why? How else can we learn except by daring to fail and learning to fail better each time we try? Fear of Death?  Why? The body dies, as everyone knows, what comes next we may not know, but to spend our whole lives taking no risks is not a life worth living, is it?

In the probability field at this critical time, humans have clear choices. Forget the fantasies in the field of almost impossibility and focus your attention, your energy, on peace on Earth and kindness, referred to in religious stories as heaven. If you prefer to live in hell, well, good luck and bon voyage!

Staycations

Language evolves along with humans who use it ... in different forms for different places, and exploring the languages evolving from grunts and groans to words expressed in speaking and writing, possibly categorised under the heading of General Semantics in the rather complex world created as English, which spread with the Great British Empire from hundreds of years ago and was adopted, not always voluntarily by those dominated by the Anglo-Saxon folks in charge.
Scholars may note at this point, that Saxons arrived in England from a nearby tribe invading Wessex or whatever King or Queendom evolved in those days. And the Saxe-Coburg folks played a major part later with Queen Victoria, also Empress of much of the World as Great Britain civilised other people, whether they liked it or not, thanks to superior weaponry and psychopathic officers reared in special schools, like Eton, separated from the love of their nannies or mothers, brutalised and buggered by kind teachers and prefects, so they could ensure free trade and large profits for the East India Company, where all the Corporate hegemony began.

Starting locally, the English language was imposed on the Welsh, Scots and Irish folks, who incorporated it into their own Gaelic forms, as well as hanging onto the old ones for historical purposes, including to upset the English. Needless to say, today we may hear many accents mangling the pure English language, not least the settlers from the USA, who somehow managed to supplant Great Britain as the successor Empire after the Second World War, due to their wealth stored up by trading with all sides of both world wars and picking the winners to claim the credit both times. Not to mention the stern warning to the rest of the world that they had not only superior weaponry, called nuclear bombs, but psychopathic leaders prepared to drop them on not just one but two Japanese cities, to test how many humans they could kill with one bomb, twice.

The folks running the no-longer Great British Empire, swiftly decided to align with the Yanks, which was handy because they also knew a simplified version of English, including their word for holiday, derived from holy day, which was vacation, maybe derived from vacancy, referring to Bed and Breakfasts and Hotels available for their holidays? Staycation, the clumsy word cobbled together by the smartasses of the Behavioural Insights Team, was invented by their experts in neuro-linguistic programming to encourage folks to stop travelling to other people's countries for holidays, though invasions to protect the interests of the decadent, declining Anglo-American Empire, continued. The Russian contestants to replace the Yanks had their own ambitions, but the ones with most of the money, the Chinese, spent it wisely buying up large parts of Africa for the minerals and places to grow food, having long ago invaded Tibet, where the sources of the great rivers of India and Pakistan began.

Anyway, that's enough on the Earthly issues of empires and who's next, when cosmic forces are at work, and issues of how all this mayhem of humans murdering each other for profits may be sorted during this current crisis, without recourse to violence this time. Theologians and sceptics may have observed that no mention was made of the role of Christians in enforcing the old empire and converting savages to the love of Jesus whether they liked it or not. Organised religions may indeed be part of the problem, which is not to say Atheists are any better, of course .

Meanwhile, the storytelling goes on, here on the blog, in The Light paper, on The BBC, newspapers with different lies for different readers, wandering around Weardale and Standing in the Park at Hexham yesterday, talking with all sorts of humans not of how to kill each other, or even how to kill the dark forces doing their best to extinguish the light. Once our own light is bright enough, and our shadows examined completely, then apparently a whole new world is created, beyond our imagination. Not to be mistaken for the New World Order, obviously! That's the poor old Luciferians, frightened of their own death and so much in love with money, they can't get enough.

As for summer holidays this year, Weardale and around is fine for now, and a wander over the border sometime is in the probability field, possibly with a tent ...

World Freedom Day in Weardale ...

After musing on the best role to play today, another Freedom Day as announced by Resistance folks internationally, seems to be heading not out of the Dale but inside, where the heart resides, and the preferred role of Peaceful Warrior starts here on the blog, after a brief skirmish on the addictive FB, where virtual friends and virtuous ones too, pop up from time to time. This includes Daniel, a French Canadian Daoist, with whom a few days passed on retreat at Cluny College, Forres, with contemporary guru Jeff Foster, who went on to teach internationally, his version of non-duality, quite successfully. Daniel has lived and worked in China and Taiwan ever since and this morning raised questions about freedom, including an unusual perspective on life in mainland China compared to neo-fascist states previously espousing democratic values.

Yesterday's trip to the edge of Weardale to a tiny house in a field off the A68 road to Scotland, led to a fascinating and uplifting day with an old friend who entered the spiritual path with the Brahma Kumaris some years ago and now lives in her heart, mostly minding her own business, and sharing stories on FB. A meeting of minds beyond words on a sunny day, a walk along tracks, some familiar, settled the question of where to spend World Freedom Day today. The choices, gradually revealed by friends and odd websites evading the censorship, were London, Glasgow, Cardiff, Scarborough, Leeds and others in UK, but not Newcastle, Durham or anywhere local to Weardale.

The depth of current crisis, or pandemic, was revealed in dialogue on the fells at a cosmic level, where optimism prevailed despite the awful fears all round the worlds of the minds imagining all sorts of dystopian delusions, promoted by the architects of The Great Reset including the usual suspects, the plutocrats, with their Luciferian lackeys, not to mention minor players, like prefects with clipboards and the authority they craved at school. Exploring the possibilities of escaping the Fears and the options for Nirvana, always available, universal love was seen clearly as the only choice in the end ... but when the end comes in eternity is a tricky question, of course!

What's sure is that the Sun rose earlier today, and is hiding behind thin cloud for a while. Legs are itching to walk and its warm enough outside to wander in shorts and sandals down the Dale with propaganda to share in the rucksack and random strangers to meet for a chat.

The old question of "who are they, if not us", which arose along the Way to Santiago de Compostela many years ago, still points back to us and our shadow side. But that's philosophy and not walking or blaming or shaming, just accepting responsibility to live simply, with compassion plus patience to relax and allow the truth to reveal itself ...

Freedom postponed. ..

Alert readers may have observed that the last post, on Monday 19th July, made no mention of the well advertised Freedom Day, announced by the Junta and its pompous leader, as if Freedom could be bestowed by the very fascists who removed it when they declared Martial Law in March 2019.

Now freedom may be defined in many different ways, and indeed is often limited, sometimes for valid reasons. For example, freedom for the BBC to tell the whole world where the landing place for the second invasion of France by the forces of the British Empire, plus allies like the USA, random Poles, free French from Britain, French Resistance already resident causing trouble behind the Nazi forces ... well, obviously the opposite was true, and the BBC radio told fibs to lead the Nazis up the Garden path, as poor old Adolf finally got his come uppance, when the long awaited Second Front joined the Soviet Union, which had lured Adolf into the trap of a winter in Russia. Some people never learn from history, do they?

Since Civil War has been undeclared in many nations this time, and no other nation has been identified clearly as the enemy, this leaves the poor old Beeb in a quandary ... which side should it support? The illegal Government? Or the people, locked down and their Freedom denied?

As the story develops, sabre rattling from Junta sources puts China and Russia in contention with each other and with NATO to see who could win WW3 if there should be one. Astute readers may see a tricky problem for bloggers and others calling Johnson, who thinks he's Winston, Mussolini, whom he most resembles. Freedom of expression in times of war again!

Conversations with random strangers with relevant information to build a narrative of peace and love, as opposed to the official narrative of The WEF led by the mad Professor Klaus Schwab, or Blofeld or whichever role you see best suits him, include a senior executive with a holiday mobile home on the usual early walk into the village and through the woods. His experience includes the local drugs factory at Barnard Castle and recent trips to China. As unlikely as that may sound, it happened, since the feet were on the ground, not still in the bed. The encounter roamed around the history of empires changing inevitably as decadence sets in and more robust ones replace the rusty ones like the U.S. plus NATO, still dangerous, not least to their own citizens.

Yesterday, a trip with Daisy to Gateshead to collect the latest edition of The Light no.11, uncovered a Nepali security guard who wanted to join the Gurkhas serving the U.K. plus a bloke from Octopus Energy from Cornwall, ex-army, who gratefully received a copy of the propaganda. And so on. All of which keeps an old age pensioner active and engaged in the outrage of The Great Reset, clearly a Eugenics Agenda, with the need to reduce the population starting with the oldest and most vulnerable, but not venerable, and moving on to the younger and infirm not required on the payroll, as the revered NHS betrays its promise again and again, by pushing dangerous drugs as if they were smarties.

There will be trials, folks. Make sure you're on the right side this time!

Sun is up early again, papers to post through some doors, then, let's see what happens next ...

Weird weekend as usual ...

Monday morning on the first day of the long school holidays for some in England, as a spell of hot sunny weather continues. Naturally, many normal human beings join the queues for the coast, the beach, the ice creams, the fish and chips, the sunburn and the joy of cooling off in the sea; before working out how to return home without too many queues on the roads. That's the life of slavery we may lead if our children go the schools and we go to work Monday to Friday nine to five. If this sounds like a negative view, it is, and obviously many folks love their lives, their wages, their cars, their spouses and children, if they have one or two or more, not to mention older relations with opinions to share.

The current view here at Wear and Dao is that Life is best led being grateful for what is now, not what was once, is still yearned for, or what could be in the future. This seems to make sense and definitely keeps the spirits high, or maybe we could say equanimous? Anyway, words are never the thing described, but the best we can do to create the worlds we wish to inhabit, aren't they? As it happens, words have the power to explain and constrain, and sometimes it's better to stay silent and listen rather than react to words which offend.

So many words, opinions and discussions went on in and around Stanhope on Saturday, it's impossible to recall them all. An expert working as an advisor to the junta, for example, an economist from Birmingham on holiday nearby, defended the experts he liked and agreed with, and questioned the veracity of those he also knew and disagreed with, as he scanned the copy of The Light no.10 he accepted at the garden gate. Then there was a visitor from nearby Consett and his daughter, who agreed that the Tory MP we shared was as trustworthy as the fascist PM, and took a copy of The Light no.10 to share with friends back home. Before all that the family in the holiday home on the terrace, from Manchester, including a daughter with a first class on honours degree in Law, discussed issues and took several copies of The Light when they left. The son of a friend, working at the MoD in London, discussed the question of how much politicians could ever be trusted with power, while many others stopped to chat in the late afternoon sunshine about all sorts of issues. That's Stanhope for you!

Sunday was for Hexham and another Stand in the Park, always inspiring as new friends and old ones gather by the Bandstand. A Tribe is evolving from this group, which really helps crystallise the Resistance to tyranny, in a loving and peaceful way. A smaller section head off to the hills and The Garden Station for cool drinks and cool and warm discussions, which further enhanced the connections.

What on Earth will today bring? A visitor later for discussions and tea, plus other ways to pass the time weirdly in Weirdale. Who knows? And why? Let's see!  Time to walk ...