The New Year of 2s and zeros, 2022, is getting into its stride with new terms in schools, in secondary cases anyway, ramping up the attempts to coerce students into taking injections in arms, which sounds like child abuse, but hey! that's nothing new.Keeping young people inside on sunny days listening to a teacher trying to persuade them they know their subject experientially and not just theoretically has always been a challenge to a young person with a quizzical mind. So, when the madness continues in 2022 and clear blue skies and Sun shines outside, what else do you expect? Yes, some revolting students, that's what!
Back to the 2s before pressing on with today, Thursday 6th, another Sunny day forecast, more mayhem in schools. From local feedback I can tell you of at least one 15 year old boy at war with his teachers, and staff planning a mass sickness tomorrow in response. Whatever next! The 2s in Numerology by the way, refer to Angelic Presence for those blessed with the gift of seeing such stuff as synchronicity, and many years ago in Newcastle upon Tyne your open minded blogger met Susie who read Angel Cards and did so for yours truly. The Angel offered was Michael the Archangel, which seemed overgenerous at the time, still does. So that's the 2s, please excuse the wandering zero after the second 2 and between the first denoting the day of the week. Confused yet? Excellent, let's move on!
Still dark outside as I tap this blog out on the Tablet, ready for publishing later by Google, virtually, and if that's not magic I don't know what is! As a boy of ten, shall we say, as your old blogger was considering his options for secondary school, you were lucky to receive a new pen and paper, an envelope and postage stamp, in order to send your short story to a grown up organisation to consider for publication in a magazine for children's stories, with prizes for the winners. That was never me by the way, but hey! You've gotta be in it to win it, and I wasn't, but when the 11+ Exam came round I did pass that, mainly on the strength of the short story in English I wrote, since my maths was never good.
Last year, as the Repression was biting, demonstrating in London was done by thousands, including yours truly, though the censored mass media reported a few trouble makers in Whitehall and outside the BBC. Demos were springing up all over, often ignored by the media, including Newcastle and other methods of dissent emerged from Australia: A Stand in the Park. A brilliant concept, non-violence, non-compliance, in municipal parks all over. Frankly, an idea of its time, and yours truly went over the hill almost every Sunday morning to meet a whole new bunch of trouble makers discussing the situation openly, shaking hands and hugging as if that was normal! And we accept this shite? Have we lost our minds? Any vestige of common sense seems to have followed the Fear out of the door. along with love of money and fear of death.
This Hexham Tribe contains many folks with deep knowledge of Health, from a perspective quite radically different to the allopathic version hijacked by the NHS over the years.That's what they brought over to The Retreat House near Stanhope when the old blogger started coughing and showed symptoms of disease of the upper respiratory tubes last Sunday, with Bill, who'd promised to visit after The Stand in the Park if I didn't appear. Lyne plus Lee and Martin with Soup love and wisdom! Along with suggested treatments, each succeeding day a new tribe member arrived, which was as wonderful as unexpected. Today it's Marta, a beautiful Polish mother of two young boys, bringing good food to nourish the patient, and that means likely a home made Polish dish ... hmm salivating already!
Well, dear readers, outside it's light now and this old blogger is publishing today's update for any readers still reading! Enjoy this day, as will I ... you never know after all ...
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