A rebel without a clue.

The world must be equal. Everyone must be entitled to the same quality of live. Aren't we all in this together? In a time of plentitude having the top 1% devour all the opportunities isn't right. Either we come together or the top 1% will lead the remainder back into shackles (if they haven't already)? Time to eat a banana as I have a cramp from crossed legs. I just went and ate a banana: a time of plentitude! It was an instant of simplicity which globalisation has brought. In my opinion the world must overcome nationalism, and/or patriotism, to become United together against the common 'enemy': the one at the heart of the web. It is still Them who I fear most. ... This pandemic? Is it true? What are the facts of it? Which one's aren't disseminated by Governments, Media Outlets or the Antivax agendas? ... It's raining. It's been damp for too long! The paths are tedious, but at least the mud doesn't ride up the inside leg if I walk rurally. I was ...

What comes next? After COVID-19 disappears from view, in the next few year, then what is it which will, quite literally, tear friends & families, kith & kin, apart as never before: specifically in the decadent West? War? But this will be unlike any before. Not orchestrated against the Hun, the Commies or the Yellow Peril it will be between white folks who can't agree on anything. This morning I listened to the final podcast currently being aired by Jon Robson Things Fell Apart  which discusses the BLM campaign and institutional racism which exists at the centre of white life, because it can't help but exist: only a few years these black folks were our slaves to do with as we wanted, as before then white folks were slaves (all folks were slaves) in the pre modern era: Feudalism. Living in the UK, where it is class consciousness, and not racist per se, which is the main Elephant in the room, I always have a feeling that I am seen as an 'inferiority' to those upper...

Christmas Day fades away And Boxing Day opens up with rain. Yesterday Lola, Ruby and I had a lovely long walk, with a few off piste bits to keep them exhilarated, from Chestnut Avenue to The Bay Horse via Lime Kiln Lane and the Old Railway lines. Up on the sides of the railway cutting there is a way, not so overgrown with brambles in Winter. Half way along they both had a spinning crazy moment, dashing everywhere in the leaf litter. Even Lola, with her poorly foot, was in the zone of extreme happiness: it was a joy to behold. They get on so well! Lola goes to some patch to scent mark, or just to check it out, and so does Ruby. Ruby went chasing seabirds as we crossed a field and Lola longed to do the same, but never can with that mangled limb... This morning Ruby sleeps soundly in their bed. Last night I heard what I thought was a nocturnal noise from Ruby so got her out of her crate and brought her, willingly, to her owners main bedroom: she builds herself a nest amongst the pillows a...

Wistful. What is a wist to be full? Wist it wit? Wist is past participle of wit... Looking back and wishing it were now. Last night! I wish it was still now! Or do I? The past is something I can never know for certain happened. All I am aware of is what comes to me now. If I then think of a past now what part of that have I forgotten, purposely or erroneously, which was a central feature of the field of previous now? The gravity well in which I attract or repell. I am matter so I distort space time around me and so alter everything in a subtle manner. Each of us has this tangle of forces.

Like my split personality the day begins pretty peacefully but it ends in alcohol hell. Like Doctor Jeykll and Mister Hyde I pour a tonic for myself as the hours creep onwards. Every other day. So half the year. Then I hardly sleep from 3. I toss and turn with nightmarish thoughts trapped. Trying my left side, right side or on my back: never on my front (I can't sleep that way). By 5 or 5:30 I give in and get dressed. Have a brew and start the uphill climb to being clean again. And I has such a gem like wonderful morning with Lola on the X70 to the Stray and then via Harlow Hill to Valley Gardens. I know she adores a bus journey. And she recognises where we are as we pass through Spofforth, passed the Crimple Beck, to Stonefall Cemetery. At the graveyard we often get off for a walk through the Great Yorkshire Show ground, so she gets a little more focused around there. But it's just a little too muddy at the moment to go there: bring on the spring. Tomorrow is Christmas Eve - t...

As my body breaks down, variously and by degrees, I've realised the body isn't important. The only meaningful reality is the wholesomeness of the mind: deep mind. Yesterday morning, while brushing my teeth, I realized I hadn't had toothache for ages then, by the time i had reached the allotment(around 11am), I had toothache. But what does this mean? Was there an awareness, at a level lower than physical, that a structure was about to collapse, which popped the question into my morning routine, or was thought sent into the body for a physical response? Spooky. This morning I have no tooth ache. But teeth are finite, as is everything within the body, unlike thought, which feels infinite, reaching beyond the limited, but intelligent, housing where the brain and nervous system sits. It'twas 7am on Wednesday 22nd December 2021 just now and never again. Winter solstice came and went and now winter proper will accrete. Just for now and never again. Layers above and levels belo...

Since I've started finding money hidden in the litter, the new style banknotes, I am preoccupied with all the refuse around Lovell Park, but in Wetherby, where the Wombles are very active suddenly there is a gap of thrown trash: which hasn't had time to accrete. However I've not found a brass farthing around LS7! Probably because they don't have money living in that Council heap? Or there is so much litter my eyes aren't up to the job of seeing the blue, brown or purple of the fiver, tenner or twenty pound note? Still you never know? My coffers are so near to zero all the time that finding money or getting something for free is a driving factor in 'survival'. Laughable, as I don't think I'll starve soon or be evicted or run out of clothing to keep me warm ... 2022 will be different. Currently I am taking to charity all the unused items of clothes: things I haven't worn since purchased or for several years. Oh, to live ever so slightly in a time o...