The first breath of Spring, plus following my intuition A day of responding to the first breaths of Spring by us working in the garden, digging, pruning, cutting and somewhat obsessively collecting firewood to save money on the gas bill and because live fires are much more satisfying then staring at a hot radiator. I got a strong impulse to go to the Baptist church in Street which is about 3...
All Quiet on the Western Front It is nice to have a day off after yesterday's tumultuous question in which I asked whether Kate Middleton was dead . I had record viewing numbers and a number of colourful and varied comments about my subject material. This page, yesterday's, will be a continuing story as I hear more evidence which so far is pretty damning . I've also said that if I am wrong and...
A cold start to the day We awoke this morning to an unnaturally white ceiling in our bedroom, a reflection of the snow upon the garden. I can't remember the last time it snowed in Midsomer Norton. It must have been about three years ago. An interview where everything is right I am just now listening to an interview with Pam Gregory who is one of the relatively few astrologers that I listen to...
Satan discussion - continued. this time between Brian (Ed) and friend John Brian: To maintain coherence as a human being, I have become convinced of the need to maintain certain pointers in our mind for example the consistency of a moral compass. Does an act lead to unity or divisiveness and looking at the cause rather than the symptoms and abstracting the principles from them. The coalescence...
I just felt like putting in this one. It has no relevance to the article. A fanfare in the face of chaos? I cannot remember living in such exciting times where the stakes are high and getting higher. At stake is the human being with all its glorious creativity and spirituality which is under threat from agents that think that artificial intelligence is enough to run the planet. Each day, there...
I may be teaching my grandma to suck eggs* but this is the total of my experience over the years. The first hotel I ever stayed in was in 1955 when I was 11 years of age and it was at Number 7 De la War Parade, Bexhill. It was run by three formidable ladies of a certain age and all arrangements were done by telephone and letter. In those days letter writing was de rigeur. Everything was...
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