Monday: depart.

Did what I could with those pieces of eight I'd been waiting to see, in fear they would never be enough for all my needs, and now I have got my stuff together I'm off to the Bahnhof via Molepoort and the Ratthaus. Bye Nijmegen and your untroubled soul. It is back too weak for the many. Must quickly see Venlo the town of the incident William  Boyd's Restless where the SIS got trapped, framed etc - double double agent.

My alarm didn't go off but that isn't relevant. Brisk walk, €10.50 into Limburg, with a kerstkoek and coffee. Time is such a slave master. Last night I realised all decisions have ceased being made by people but often it is people that suffer when any analysis abandons people for the whimsical system and its brutal demands.

If the money was in a bottomless pit I would continue to Le Puy-en-Velay from the east and perhaps relive the uniqueness of the French Camino once more. But I cannot walk so far nor so fast and I would put a gun against my temple so fast I might never see a light again.

Frankly I am scared of walking alone in Germany. I hope there are a few drifting travellers heading my way too? This is some purification of me, but I guess I could attempt the same anywhere: the location is meaningless what we find in our selves is all that there is, but again it doesn't matter until we see ourselves pure, true and real in peace.

The sun is bright and welcomes me as the moon spins silently westward. It truly is a blue sky free of humanity and our listless brutality. Cuijk. December feest Party broodjes is another war that I wouldn't know. Blindness, a blackness, would banish broadcasts. We are all the children of the light yet stuck in the dark failing our self for ourselves.

Walking the earth is my return to Oneness of the Son with God through the Holy Spirit. Be seeing you 'ego' a serial murderer of the first degree. Let me be and get back to the truth most would seek to hide folded blind behind pages so hard to trust.

Don't forget clothes keep us warm in this alien world out of our ancestry but they can be worn until you are one in alternating states. What is dirt but an offence to the those hosed clean and brushed beyond peace; my nerves are bad tonight I can recall.

Celebrations of any sort misses the point entirely unless it is a total celebration of everything and Mount Zion. Taking not giving voicing insincere thankyou thankyou. Again I heard this "oh my God" "oh my God". You don't need a single thing nothing. No jibberish or justification. What gift is needed to add to the blooming story of ourselves.

Made to Stick, another blasted 'best seller' swindlers publishing what they want we should read. Yes another mind control so sure. Yes I write and I hope what I suggest might be voted "author of the year" for why I cannot tell - slither of pride. In Venray it doesn't matter I see it so broken my repair could do no good. Put us down and allow the universe to be free - unknown.

Change trains buy individual tickets for each country which costs less. This was true of France to Belgium(but was stung by French train customer service slave), Belgium to the Netherlands and now Venlo to Wuppenthal via RE13 nach Hamm. Less convenient but more reliant on yourself and I learnt France would always be vengeful towards Englanders when propped in an office all day and bad at the Gallic tongue.

Something in Dangerfield is frighteningly like me, but so obtusely rendered to be intensely vile; brings back a wave of Dublin's pits. Would I ever return to the Temple Bar unforced?

Fahrkarten. Lovers entwined heading to the Kerst Markt for Glühwein and a stolen kiss for a quarter year of this waiting beside nature to overthrow again now the winter solar race turns that long yet inevitable corner. Kaiser Kaffee stands guard at Dülken. Please believe me I thoroughly cleansed late last night so none should fear but I might fear these bovine snorters.

Get to Beyenburg and all will be clear. Mönchengladbach passes South. My Mytrails app is uninstalling/disappearing for an unknown reason - I leave Nijmegen and I have no maps with the Jakobsweg clearly marked. Tourist Info next opportunity. A lot got off at Mönchengladbach. Sometimes books are better - they rarely vanish into the Ethernet.

At any moment I expect Dangerfield to be carried off by men in white coats, black coats or purple robes: he has a saviour in his clandestine sexual appetite, those whom he knows who are connected, fate will eventually catch him off guard. However his only enemy appears to be himself. He has is all but how much does he know this?

We Sherburn's and Mitchell's must have a German nose, ah that explains why I'm often thought to be too Teutonic back in Blighty - a land of illest  health? How do I smell I wonder? Fifty percent and declining fast. Give it to your feet and forget the modern need buy that route book a la Miam Miam Dodo Diego did try to provide me with so freely back in 1963.

FinFach Deutsch. Where did I get my green eyes? Should I wear my trousers rolled or centre parted? That universe is in a steel ball disappearing in faster loops spinning and gathering unstoppable leaving all questions beyond an answer.