Life gets weirder every day, as this crisis plays out ... the Play's the Thing, never forget that, so play on ... keep it light even when this Play's a tragedy ... it's also a Comedy of Errors with ludicrous characters hypnotising the audience, themselves also Players ... it's complex ...
Winter offers some snowy beauty, though without the months of deep deep drifts of former years recalled by elders in the Dale. A trip to Newcastle to see the younger daughter and walk in Jesmond Dene, offers several mini-dramas, aided ably by the daughter, in her thirties now and full of compassion, humour and excellent listening skills ... her evident youth in relation to her father, draws younger women in their twenties into conversation ... remember, engaging strangers is a common method of creating magical tales ... some say saying hello to any passing stranger in city parks is unusual, but the daughter is used to it by now and seems to enjoy the game ...
First up for some fun is Jade, unfazed by the old fool and his willing accomplice, as introductions are made, names established, brief histories told, a photo taken to cement the new friendship, and a poignant revelation from 20 something year old Jade, now giggling delightfully as the centre of this story, that the Martial Law has not been easy for her, isolated in her home ... alone, but still sane ... just missing company, the warmth of human compassion ... job done, we move on to other victims ... Sarah, 30, and later Joanna, 20 something ... both happy to be the centre of these small scenes for a while ... who knows what impact they may have? Suffice to say, the young women were not left traumatised, as far as we could see at least ... on the contrary we all felt uplifted by the sweet story, designed to replace any lingering Fear with Love ... the daughter played her part beautifully, though none of it was scripted ... to be honest both she and her elder sister inspire their old Dad with their compassion as they lead their different lives ... the lives they chose and will choose for many years after their Dad is dead, hopefully ... maybe when they are 70 they'll sit around the fire and reminisce about our times together ... who knows? The thought is rather close to solipcism, a major error it seems!
In summary, since Dawn is arriving earlier each day and won't wait, the Crisis Game, with Crisis Actors as well as us, all round the World ... assuming for now that our world, if defined as Planet Earth, is round, or spherical at least ... here's the latest information, not from corrupt so-called experts or their ridiculous so-called masters (politicians in a post-capitalist economic system serve the plutocracy not the truth and certainly not the people) but from more reliable sources, always subject to scrutiny:
It's 2021, time for Local Agenda 21, long planned. It sounds fine, but let's see how the word Local is defined. If it means regional or sub-regional, then stay alert. We've seen them in action already and they tend to pretend to be local, as in community, but really like to tell us what to do ... a kind of neo-colonial approach.
Shock and Awe is nearly over, just waiting for a few more pennies to drop regarding Johnson and his gang of neo-fascists, as they insult our intelligence with ridiculous tiers and bubbles, so-called deadly dangerous diseases, actually lethal mainly to the vulnerable, who themselves were offered no choice about how to spend the time remaining.
A Government of National Unity looks favourite to be next. Starmer well qualified and supine to join others to roll out devolved power to lower level scoundrels, not necessarily for our benefit, but theirs, and, of course, the plutocrats lurking in the shadows ...
Meanwhile, in higher realms, beyond divide and rule, planets realign, the Age of Aquarius finally arrives (if you're into that stuff) and a New Earth, without War or violence, or poverty, is born.
Whether or not as an option as humanity temporarily divides evolutionarily into parralel worlds, one smart and allied to the even smarter robots, the other living simply, kindly, trusting each other, employing robots as servants but not vice versa ... let's see!
There may well be other choices, but this old blogger picks freedom, simplicity, patience and compassion please ... and looks forward to meeting more mysterious strangers, to educate and inspire me ... maybe a post about two dark skinned strangers greeted on the hill near Stanhope recently, befriended and invited to share tea and information. The younger one an expert in virology and apparently not corrupted ... I don't know science, but my instincts are well honed ...
Time for breakfast, before heading out to test the ice and lingering snow ... tricky and beautiful in the car yesterday, safer on foot, crashing slowly is often safer after all ...
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