After an early drive over to Hexham and a walk around the edges of Sele Park exploring the fine market town, folks gathered gradually near the bandstand, ready for discussions about serious issues pertaining to the political situation as the eugenics plan developed and citizens around the world gradually began to see what was going on. This included a young couple on holiday from Surrey, who'd heard about the Hexham Resistance through a network of like minded people around the UK, and the female wore a t-shirt saying UK Column on the front, so we could recognise who she was. Her husband, whose business was selling furniture, was keen to find common ground, and there was talk about relocating hereabouts, since his wife was reared here. Clearly, selling in Surrey and buying in Northumberland is far easier than vice versa regarding value for money.
Some of the usual crew came too, including children, who tend to make new friends much more easily than adults, and also tend not to take offence or bear grudges as much as grown-ups. Discussions were intense, possibly due to the intensity of the confluence of the cosmos and full moon energy, and two friends decided to take an early break for coffee at the Beaumont Hotel nearby; a regular haunt for Resistance folks continuing the conversations. Now, these two resonate close to the frequency of the old blogger, so he decided to join them to tune in and find common ground. That seems to be the best way to learn from each other, by listening carefully and seeking, not gurus or leaders, but sharing energy and transcending the limits of thinking too much.
Finding a table for three, outside the Beaumont, Jacqui sat first and the blogger chose a comfy seat beside her, facing the road and the Park, and adjacent to three strangers at a table. As usual it seemed polite to smile and say hello, and imagine my surprise, dear reader, recognising an old friend with a flat in Hexham and last heard from living in the Scottish Borders with a dear friend for many years, who'd retired there and sold her house in a suburb of Durham City to buy a new one in a rural location. Now, things get tricky at this point, since my old frIend at the next table had taken offence at a remark made virtually regarding the fascist coup of March 2020, since his son was a senior police officer. The conundrum was resolved in a civilised manner, by saying hello in a friendly way and seeking clues from the response. The old friend's friend smiled, whilst the old friend declined, indicating that that the offence was still alive. What else to do, since Jacqui and Bill were unaware of the story, and we three were intent on sharing our energy and transcending the limits of thought?
For keen readers of philosophy, by the way, The Limits of Thought is a book compiled from the musings of J. Krishnamurti and David Bohm, as they pushed the boundaries in dialogue, and found that indeed thought was limited, and beyond was transcendent not-thought. Of course, the beauty in these dialogues, lies in two of the greatest minds of the last century, K from a mystical background and Dave a renowned physics guru, pupil of Einstein and rival to Nils Bohr. Bohr's problem was the uncertainty principle of Heisenberg, derived from the famous double slit experiment at quantum scale, possibly best expressed by Max Planck who observed that: When we change the way we look at things, the things we look at change! Inferring that Planck was a mystic as well as a pioneer of quantum mechanics. David Bohm also .... Bohr not so much, since he persuaded his pals in the Copenhagen orthodoxy to abandon philosophy and focus on probabilities, which led to the problems we face today.
After the Beaumont Hotel, came Waitrose, for shopping, where most shoppers were still wearing masks, even though it was no longer mandatory. This was causing a problem for the expert in the wine department, employed to advise shoppers on which wine was which and why. Steven wore no mask and his badge clearly said he communicated via lip reading. Now, to be honest, dear readers, shopping masked up would have been a minor inconvenience to me, compared to workers spending all day inhaling their own CO2 and steaming up their spectacles. It's a funny old world we appear to live in these days, where wine lovers ignore lip reading staff, as if the Disability Discrimination legislation had disappeared with the Health and Safety at Work Acts!
That's A Brave New World for you folks, A New Normal they say. Personally, as regular readers will know, this old blogger never found the old normal of Wars and Injustice acceptable at all, therefore clearly what's needed now is Peace, Love and Freedom ... how hard can it be?
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