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.
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