As April moves dryly towards May with sunny days bringing hordes outdoors in search of vitD and company after the strange advice from charlatans to stay indoors and avoid everyone, except a few trusted humans like carers, couriers, post deliverers, some randomers nominated as bubblers (whatever that means!) and so on ... imagine coming generations of researchers earning PhDs explaining how whole nations were hypnotised into a New Normal, where Fear was the order of the day and many obeyed the orders ... hmm that excuse was used at Nuremburg after the Nazi Regime was toppled, and a good few culprits, including doctors, swung from gallows for their crimes ... anyway courts are sitting, evidence given by honest experts about the plot ... whether we hear about it on mainstream propaganda depends on censorship rules ... evidenced by an absence of reporting of a million on the streets of London protesting yesterday, by the way ...
Yesterday in the Dales was warm and sunny as Daisy set off for a run over to Hexham where friends were gathering again to Stand in the Park and chat with social distancing observed except when shaking hands and hugging ... a nurse sitting nervously nearby was drawn in to share her evidence of censorship at work, and lots of theories about why the coups had been launched worldwide were explored ... covid cops completely absent this week, though, of course they're welcome to share their views and hugs too ... meanwhile Lynne distributed The Light, a paper dealing with the truth as seen by seers and others standing by the Bandstand ...
After a wander around town in search of coffee, found in a small place where a double shot espresso hit the spot and a conversation with a volunteer who brought a young man with cerebral palsy out for the day, and the non-verbal but happy young man, ensued as the caffeine settled down and a pilgrim from the Camino de Hadrian Wall, busking in town before returning to the route East to Toon a couple of days away, engaged in conversation for a while ... Will lives in Gibraltar normally and was stranded in England thanks to the fascist coups and after a warm hug he returned to his ablutions, declining a lift up the hill while Daisy, waiting patiently, set off to the Garden Station ... where quite coincidentally three women from the Park were found and lunch was shared as well as conversation about Buddhism and the Land of Joy, known to all of us ...
Back in Weardale, Stanhope is full of tourists and Daisy drives slowly along Front Street, before returning home, to find neighbours sunbathing and ready for The Light and seditious conversation ... and to end a busy day an old friend arrives to share her stories with a cup of tea and The Light to take away ... synchronicities abound, books seek time to be read, today is Monday, the last week in April and the last day before some rain that Nature requires to boost the growth of plants ready for the warmer, moister May ... when local elections happen and Local Agenda21 Springs forward with who knows what consequences ... though clearly the plot still plays on ...
Time to walk, it's light outside, a Moon lingers as Sun rises ... yet again!
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