A rebel without a clue.

The harshest experience I've ever had must be finding Inner Temple Gardens closed off because of 30mph winds! Surely those barrister's are insured against a falling tree? No doubt the discount is mighty? Setting off down Gray's Inn Street I quickly arrived at Fleet Street and from there it was not long until I crossed Millennium Bridge. I will never forget the short cuts in London to try to keep away from tourists and the law. I found myself laughing at my surprise at arriving at the junction of Fleet and Fetter so soon. The backpack is heavy but not over the top. The weather might be inclement but it can't be the Aubrac in May 2013! That would really be a surprise? Maybe a welcome challenge. So my route was curtailed to the Thames, but eventually I came upon it at the end of Temple Avenue. The mighty Thames where slavery is still shackled to the brick and mortar edifices. No longer filled to the waterline with vessels, but pushed upon by every quay and embankment so th...

God is the Mind with which I think (Lesson 45). Good, Monday, morning! I awoke at four with excitement at the challenge of the next few weeks. Did my laundry at six, having turned over in bed for a couple l of hours before deciding it was a waste of precious hours. My rucksack I packed on Sunday evening. It might be a little heavy. I am not sure I will need a bivouac really and the two banana rye breads I baked last night are fairly heavy - a kilo at least, but I assume they will be gone before France(I read on Wikipedia that rye bread keeps weeks but I am not sure bananas don't go rancid if not totally dehydrated?) After a really very hot bath ... The last for a while ... I opened the window to be greeted by rain, so what. Yes I will get wet. So what. As long as the jacket I own doesn't give out too readily ... I have gaiters and eVent trousers and plenty of wicking layers. Last night I stupidly decided to update my rooted Galaxy Tab S and found I was stuck in a loop. Inf...

The Ego pits illusions against truth to such an extent that even my perception of presence is flawed, indeed false. I cannot witness to presence here. The illusion is a projection outside the Oneness. Try as I might being present is not possible outside until it occurs naturally inside. To see the Real World is only possible once the illusion has been revealed for the imposter it is. It came to me that every action is only a reaction to the illusion. Stillness is still an illusion, as that too is a projection. A couple of days remain of the longest waiting game I set myself. The clock ticks relentlessly but from Monday I will leave time on the train leaving sunless Leeds ... And palmeres for to seken straunge strondes To ferne halwes, kowthe in sondry londes Final visit to Hebden Bridge for a while, perhaps I will return to that Course group once France returns south in my mind. Yesterday I realised nothing at all matters here - not even walking makes any difference. It is only...

I've had humanistic person centred counselling on a Saturday morning for a number of months. This combined with a daily intake of antidepressants, regular walks with our dog, a better diet, less alcohol and regular observance of mindfulness, meditation and A Course In Miracles has made me realise I've been denying my truth all my adult life, and quite a lot of the preceding years, but now I am trying to see my life for the opportunity it is. Not to look to the past for answers I have never found, only more questions. Something wonderful is becoming clear and it has made me reevaluate all the self doubt and guilt I have carried as a misperception of my lack of worth to everyone I have ever known. My sense of being wrong, inferior, weird, odd, bizarre, contradictory to every one who stood over me and called me thus! It was never true. How many years was I going to try to be the other lie? Not forever and now, thankfully, because I have the time to get my self back to where I was ...

Some people are true examples of courage. Those who live without the safety of a cave aka a home. The homeless who shelter in doorways from the bitter sting of misfortune. Usually stuck in addiction and hopelessness. These are emblems we need to be aware of before we say I want more. Less is more. Giving is receiving. Knowing no scarcity or lack is something we were given before the system attempted  to warp our truth into conceit. See through the system it isn't there. It is Monday. There my brothers go: constructing yet another raft of perceived vengeance adrift on the barren ways, where lonely flotsam twists in the breeze. It will not save you from this desolate shore as the promised land is an idea and ideas are always within. You have protected your route home with obstacles and mazes but it is still there hidden amongst the briars. No. This is not it. This is not what I meant at all. Maybe I missed something in my later years but I don't yearn to wear any token of trib...

All my relations go rotten when alcohol is involved. Even a quiet evening in Headingley becomes a vicious monster once a few beers have been consumed. All about which fighter was Germany's main aircraft in the Second World War! Such a trivial mindless unimportant argument about the past, the dark days of the twentieth century. It doesn't matter. Nothing will change as a result of this passionate and brutal onslaught. Instead of this I could see peace. Decided to head to Hebden Bridge slightly earlier. Not feeling Leeds this morning. Needed to be mindful and let last night fold back on itself. I am blessed as a Son of God. There is a way of seeing last night as another lesson on my stubborn mind. The pain I bring in to being is finite. Perhaps the target I have given my self is the problem.  Waiting for Lent is so silly! Christ didn't chose to go into the wilderness on a specific date! He went because he was called. There is no time. The system says that there is, but that...

How many dog walks along the same old paths! Too many! Unseasonally warm and wet everywhere. Sweating on the inside and drenched on the outside, but it is not Burma 1942! I am not dodging mortar, grenade or sniper. An hour and a half is sufficient this day! I am back to Leeds to check into 69 - mailman bring me no more blues. Then continue to work on these waterlogged boots. The amount of conditioners, cremes and wax I am forcing on these things, but I will introduce water repellency and bring life back to my expensive Meindl Bhutan three season size 10.5s. It appears to be breathing new life where I thought they were a goner! Such a mistake not to treat them prior to their first wearing! No one in Cotswold's told me I'd need to start at the very beginning. This has been such a wet winter, and mud can be so acidic, that they've no chance. I've not developed trench foot, but I had no traction traversing Spofforth Golf course, Green Haggs Lane or Crimple Beck falling at e...