Brians Diary

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I have given myself a challenge of writing 1500 words of original material each day. I like the idea that everyone is or could be a work of art in human form. Accordingly this morning I decided to go for a walk and on the walk wondered how I was going to fill the day.

Good things happened between 8.15 and 10.00 (see below) resulting in me sitting here at 10 o’clock,  my head full of diary material for today.  I consider the brain or should I say heart-brain as the ultimate relational database and it does certainly lived up to its reputation this morning. The brain is capable of over 100 billion calculations per second which is enough for anyone I would have thought. Of course, inspiration and calculating speed is not synonymous but it gives some idea of the potential creativity.

Always empty first thing but it soon fills up

Freedom Breakfast. Does the job.

Anyway, my first target was to go and have something at Wetherspoons where I occasionally have breakfast. In the good old days you could get a breakfast for about £3.50 including coffee but now those days are past and the charges have risen to more sensible levels. Wetherspoons opens at 8 o’clock daily. Most of the current occupiers are couples but more commonly individual people, normally male,  reading their newspapers or staring at their devices. It is a quiet and blessed place.

Fast forward 2 hours and you have every family and their often noisy children making the most of a good value and predictable menu at what I regard is one of the most successful restaurant chains in the country. I wish the chief executive could run the country then less money would have been wasted. I wonder how much it is going to cost to pay the contracts of those who already engaged in the Birmingham to Manchester section of HS2.

On the way out I said hello to a young couple with a very contented baby who must have been about four months old I think. I complimented the parents on the child and wished them all the best. The father ignored me.

Off to Lidl. I read somewhere that they were introducing burgers made partly with bugs, in other words, flies. This is the last thing I will ever eat and it is part of the worldwide campaign to stop us eating meat for ridiculous reasons concerning net zero and climate change.  Fortunately  the local branch of Lidl had the sense not to offer them for sale.
When and if they do so, I will have something to say.

I saw a man tearing off the wrappers and trying on a fleece jacket, not really thinking that the item would have to be discarded because in a way it was pre-used. Nothing much to see really, certainly nothing I needed. They are well stocked at the beginning of each day and it does seem the best time to go shopping.

Back down the high street and we have here an anomaly. I don’t how long these houses have been here but it must be a couple of hundred years at least. They are probably paying peppercorn rent. One house stands out in particular, photographed below, full of character. We might as well think ourselves back to the 1950s. There is a lovely text in case you can’t read it.

Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take
but by the moments that take our breath away

At a nearby phone box I saw an intriguing invitation to take part in the local history, imagine this will be taken up by visitors if they have the enterprise to scan the code.

So I was walking back along the high street and the phone rings. This turns out to be a friend of the person that I referred to on last Tuesday’s entry, the Italian lady whom we met in Chalice Well. I could tell straight away that she was a knowledgeable soul and very enthusiastic so we had lots of teasing, laughing, joking and then she got down to the main business which was her son as previously mentioned who needed some help.

She said that she herself could do with some help and would like a session with me. I sense that she wanted the reading not only for herself but that could be a more effective supporter or servant of others so a ZOOM meeting has been arranged for 11 o’clock this morning. I noted that she seemed completely ready for a reading and very open and her friend who we met must have spoken warmly about us. I have always said that the most important thing a person can have is clients who recommend others.

On the way back I met a householder who was raking weeds from her drive. I told her that a wire brush on a stick would do an easier job. She asked me what I thought about a bush that was growing more than it should do and obstructing the pathway. I gave her advice on how to do it. It was a Magnolia tree so I thought just from the common sense point of view, it’s better to wait until all the flowers have gone before doing any trimming work.

Nearly home. I looked at the sky and saw chemtrails. These are done by the government and the powers that be to control the amount of sunlight that hits the Earth. Can tell they are chem trails because they don’t die away and stay around in the air for up to half an hour. The contents include aluminum, barium and other substances. It’s amazing that mankind has suddenly decided that they are capable of altering the planet, that sunshine is not good… But this is a bright sunny morning and I don’t really want to start on that one.

Inspiration versus detritus

I often get thoughts in my mind and I am wondering how to a distinguish between streamed thought from a coherent source such as a unified energy field of love for example and the normal detritus that we get in the everyday, normally trivial things. One should have a different feel from the other, I say to myself. I noticed that I have an idea and if I don’t write it down it disappears and does not return for some time, if ever. I do try to  remember to carry around a notebook. I must listen out and be more sensitive to what is important and what is trivial.

A counseling Session

It is very common among people who give to others to neglect their own welfare. I find  that their readings are very high on the mental and spiritual side which is all very fine and well but when you find the emotional side is an empty battery and the physical side is below 4 out of 10,  then you know all is not well.  I recommend to such people that they take frequent possibly daily walks in nature and allow the great powers of nature to balance and restore them.

St Timothy and his correspondents

In fact it was the Apostle Paul who was writing to Timothy to encourage him.  Around the year 66 Paul wrote from Macedonia his first letter to Timothy and indeed the letter to Titus.

He met Timothy during his second missionary journey and he became Paul’s companion and missionary partner along with Silas. The New Testament indicates that Timothy traveled with Paul the Apostle, who was also his mentor.

Paul was worried about the damage being done by false teachers; he wanted to do what he could to help these two pastors carry out their important  responsibilities.

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