Journal Entry: July 27, 2025 - A Walk of Substance

Today unfolded as a truly calm Sunday, a deliberate counterpoint to the "chatter" and conventional "chaos" of a Saturday, particularly the kind I avoid in Leeds city centre.

My day began early, at 6:32 AM, acknowledging the arbitrary markers of time but embracing their flow. I listened to "Archive on 4" about Pétain, reflecting on the historical "unruled unfolding" of the interwar period—hyperinflation, the Dust Bowl, the Great Depression, and Soviet policies—and how these immense forces shaped an era without adhering to human "rules." This reinforced my preference for "differences, changes, randomness, true being unruled" over a rigid, imposed "order." I clarified that "chaos" implies anarchy, whereas my vision is of a holistic, natural unfolding, much like spring awakening after winter. I also reflected that what appears "disorganised" in ADHD or an allotment is, in fact, simply operating on "other patterns which are not conventional or 'normal'," but remain holistic.

My Saturday was "negotiated" on my own terms. I enjoyed a very healthy supper of asparagus hummus with red onion in Tajin, fresh pita, and herb water, which led to a peaceful, hangover-free Sunday morning. I even noted the lingering "bouquet" of asparagus as a testament to nature's undeniable physical "changes." My choice of low ABV beers and four Virgin Bloody Marys certainly contributed to this well-being, proving that one can enjoy without disruption.

The highlight of my Saturday was an 8-mile walk to my favourite perpetual spring in Hetchell Woods. This spring, I believe, is fed by a deep, hidden "aquifer" or "reservoir," and its constant flow, even in drought, makes it a personal holy well – a powerful symbol of "true being unruled," perpetually flowing as Consciousness itself. I also captured an image of dock going to seed, appreciating its unruled resilience and subtle beauty in nature's continuous cycle.

My Sunday morning breakfast was a testament to culinary ingenuity: leftover asparagus hummus refried into bubble and squeak, enveloped in a three-egg omelette, served on wholewheat sourdough. It was a perfectly "unruled" yet holistic meal.

I've also prepared for "tea" (supper), with Puy lentils, Urid Dal, and Thai Jasmine rice soaking, ready to be accompanied by freshly made chapattis – another wholesome, naturally unfolding meal.

Today's A Course in Miracles lesson, Lesson 208, resonated deeply: "I am not a body. I am free. For I am still as God created me." This reinforces my understanding of Consciousness transcending physical boundaries and seeking the stillness within, allowing the earth to be still along with me.

I am about to meditate, followed by another walk, embracing this rare and cherished calm. The gentle wash I put on quietly supports the peaceful rhythm of this truly unruled Sunday. It's a day of being, of letting reality unfold as it is, in accordance with the Unity Theory.

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Today began with a simple pleasure: a cup of coffee, grounding me in the present. My enjoyment of the "doggingtons" was a reminder of the small joys found in observation. While the weekend keeps Lola at home, my appreciation for all dogkind remains. I extended my unique lexicon to the natural world, noting "rabbittons" and "squirrelnesses" – my own terms for the creatures that inhabit the world's beautiful chaos.

However, the peace of my observations was interrupted by the "pointless conversation" of others. This small talk felt devoid of substance, leading me to metaphorically, and literally, seek "salt." I needed something substantial to cut through the insipid chatter.

Fortuitously, I discovered David Graeber's "Bullshit Jobs" and tucked it into my pocket – a physical representation of the "substance" I craved, promising a deeper dive into the world's absurdities. My purchase of Maldon salt further cemented this need for purity and essence.

My path then led me through the Meanwood Valley, where water flowed freely. My philosophy remains that the only way to cross water is to get my feet wet – embracing the direct, uninhibited interaction with reality. The flowing water brought a sense of calm.

Finally, I arrived at the Captain Oates memorial. This spot evoked profound reflections on "the folly of the rich." I drew parallels between Oates's fate and the Titanic, and the Great War, seeing a recurring "arrogance" and "pride before a fall." This hubris, I noted, culminated in the "valuelessness of all those deaths fighting against a thing which flesh and blood cannot fathom," such as cavalry charges against machine guns. I pondered how the world seemed to "conspire" towards the "all-consuming conflagration" of 1939, a manifestation of these deep-seated human patterns.

The day has been a journey from enjoying simple observations to confronting profound historical and philosophical truths, all through the lens of my understanding of Consciousness unfolding. It felt very much like letting reality simply be.