Well, that was quite a weekend as we move into the Full Moon Autumnal Equinox, and seasons change, food is gathered in to see us through the colder darker days and nights of winter. Beware of malign authorities dangling October school holidays like carrots, to draw us into their fear agenda of food shortages this Christmas, as the false pandemic and quite normal annual flu season produces the pressure on our dear NHS they create themselves, cases become illness and often deaths, as evidence that the so-called freedoms of the summer, must be the cause ...
Saturday, Mally Barnes, the Poet Sweep, arrived for the annual flue clearing and entertained the old blogger with his humour and tales of chimneys swept around the Dales. Then Jan arrived to discuss the issues of concern as The Great Reset rolled on and she found herself, like many others, bemused by the scale of the mass hypnosis around the world.
Sunday started damp and drizzly, as this old blogger set off early, in search of organic cream from Wheelbirk's Parlour, ready for the Monday trip to Scotland to visit the health conscious elder daughter, before the weekly Stand in the Park in Hexham. Sun emerged as friends from the Tribe gathered to review the political situation in its cosmic context, to lift the Fear created by the Dark forces identifying as governments and authorities, but obviously Luciferian. The afternoon was straight from there to the Magical World of The Garden Station, where Jill and Terry prepared a wonderful birthday party for Joe, aged 8 and Martin some decades older, with tribal friends enjoying the company of other human beings enjoying coffee, tea, scones and cake, in the full Sun, with excited children running around, the sugar rushing through their veins, and fortunately no vomits to report at the party itself. A huge dark cloud came over later, and water fell from it in great quantity, to green the grass and wash the cars, as Daisy made her way over the hills to Rookhope and Stanhope, and a some more Sunshine.
Early yesterday, Daisy set off up the hill before the Sun had appeared, and when he did, in the East again, some whispy cloud created a marvellous painting in the sky, which quite entranced me. On we went along the A68, up in the sky and down into the various valleys where thin mist was lying after Sunday's downpours. Photographs will never describe the awe, or these few words - so, dear readers, you may use your imagination, get up early and follow the journey, using time travelling techniques, and feel the awesome inspiration for yourself ... bearing in mind, that all incoming data is processed through each individual, uniquely conditioned mind. So it's tricky.
At the Scottish Border, after a swift hour, no barbed wire or armed Jocks were found to demand passports, so we continued swiftly on to Jedburgh, for fuel and a welcome pee. After which, the journey slowed a little as we turned off the A68 towards Kelso and round the bypass to try to find the quickest route to Duns. Having chosen a longer route, mistakenly, and having no satnav, maps, nor seeing any signposts saying Duns, this way, a side road right saying Farmshop open, seemed the sign best obeyed. A mile east Stewart, a butcher at the Farmshop, greeted me kindly and offered directions across to Duns, via Hume and Greenlaw, neither of which I'd seen before, meaning a whole new experience and route to Duns, where we stopped to admire the market town as it started work and children were going to school, and still being in plenty of time to arrive 5 miles North, since the elder daughter was taking her foster son to school in Berwick.
After a coffee in the market place, the well known route to the remote cottage tucked away in the hills, was found without further diversions, with time to spare to bump into Kit, a neighbour who stopped to talk, when synchronicities surprised us, since he sang in the choir in Salisbury with his wife, before relocating north ... the retired Bishop of Salisbury and his wife live now in Stanhope and are well known to me. The elder daughter returned and disclosed that her wife had been asleep after a night shift and she got up for a hug and a chat, before heading South to visit her Granny in Whitley Bay for the day. This left the elder daughter and me to take a delightful walk with Dot the dog over the hills with wonderful views in the warm Sunshine. What a life! After lunch, we went to Berwick to collect the foster boy for some limited conversation due to circumstances and another walk, before Daisy and I headed home to arrive to catch a sight of the Full Moon rising.
A deep sleep ensued before the energies of the Moon Equinox conjunction sparked me back to life, ready for an early walk and a sight of the Moon, which moved up and over the sky Westwards, while Sun appeared in the East. .. yet again.
Who knows what's in store today? Apart from writing this blog, of course, dear readers. It takes a while to make this stuff up you know, so I hope you enjoy it. If not there's plenty of other tall stories in circulation, including those made up by The Applied Behavioural Insights Team in Whitehall. And if you believe that shite you'll believe anything!
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