AN UNEXPECTED ARRIVAL!

On Thursday, I visited Leaf and was happy to discover him looking very clean with well-cut hair, neatly shaven and with his nails cared for. They didn’t know I was coming, so this was most encouraging. He’s being well looked after. We spent an hour in his room. I noticed he’s slower at responding to requests and it took him a while to tuck into the fruit I’d picked from the garden. He’s looking down more now but whenever he looked up he smiled and we had some affectionate moments. I left, once again, feeling emotionally drained. Luckily I’d arranged to visit a friend nearby who fortified me with a cuppa and lent a kind ear to my ramblings. 

I guess visits will continue pretty much thus for some time.

How life can turn on a sixpence – I can’t think where I got that expression, but it seems appropriate. We can be spun off in an unexpected direction ‘just like that’!

I woke this morning gearing up to write my last blog before the holidays. What holidays? Well, we can make all of life a holiday once we’ve retired. It’s one of the bonuses. Ironically, most of us find ourselves busier and wondering how on earth we managed to fit work into the equation. Mind you, the last time I worked was twenty-two years ago when I had my mini graphics business. I closed it when I met Leaf and went to Africa with him and his mate, Lewe. My role was to film, photograph and keep up correspondence with the private donors who helped finance their project to open a hostel for AIDS orphans. Meeting Leaf on 23rd June 2001 had spun my life off in a totally different direction. To my mind, being prepared to head off into another era is very exciting. But I’ll get to that later.

Yesterday, a girlfriend and I went to an organic products and craft fair in a producer’s garden. There were about ten stalls with lots of goodies and we had a lovely salad – all their own veg – decorated with edible flowers and accompanied by home-made chips. The sun shone, people came and went, never more than about 25 at any one time, and the atmosphere was so calm and peaceful. No shouting kids, noisy ex-pats (!) and almost no masks. The ones who did turn up with them on removed them quickly enough. And what was particularly pleasing was the absence of gendarmes or ‘controllers’. We were enjoying ourselves in a haven of natural human interaction. It was lovely.

The occasion reminded me of another organic products fair that Leaf and I attended about fourteen years ago. This was a big affair held in the market hall and adjacent carpark in Tarbes. It took a while to get round the multitude of stalls selling everything from food and crafts to eco systems. We went along for three reasons: out of interest, to stock up on organic food and because I was researching for an article. I planned to write up the event and send it to the French News English language newspaper. I’d noticed they didn’t have a correspondent for Hautes-Pyrénées. The article with photos came out well and I sent it off. A few days later, I had a ‘job’. Not really a job because I didn’t have to write too many articles as the paper was monthly. 

For a couple of years, I covered all sorts of different subjects and, when the owners closed the FN to start The French Week, I went with them. Sadly they were overshadowed by the well-financed monthly, The Connection, which now dominates the scene. I used to read it but over the last couple of years, sensed a bias I wasn’t keen on. 

After The French Week, I was asked to do a blog for AngloInfo online for Midi-Pyrenees South. I wrote over 400 articles before leaving when they re-designed the site, eliminated comments and removed my biog. In the summer of 2019, I started DOODAH. 

I hadn’t intended this to be a CV (!), but I write as things come into my head and let my fingers do the talking, and this is how it’s coming out. So, having started this type of writing with a Bio Fair, I’m ending this season with another one. I plan to return in the Autumn but this will depend on the situation, not only with Leaf, but with our world in upheaval. 

You might think this doesn’t seem to be much of a life change, but there is an unexpected event that will have an impact not only my life, but Monty dog’s.

I’ve noticed that he’s been getting too clingy, probably concerned about me as he can, no doubt, sense the controlled anguish. He absolutely loves outings, particularly when there are other dogs involved. I’ve tried to organise company for him as much as possible but it’s not often enough for his taste! When my neighbour, Sarah, phoned me this morning, she had the answer. I could feel in my bones that what she had to tell me would solve the problem. 

Last night, when her three children were waiting to be picked up after a local fair, a car pulled up alongside them, rolled down a window, plonked a bag on the pavement and drove off. The children gingerly unzipped it. Inside was a puppy! Sarah was phoning me to ask for info on the local dog refuge. As she was telling me all about the little chap, I knew he would be the ideal ‘brother’ for Monty. He’s now ensconced in Crazy Cottage. I say ensconced because he has commandeered Monty’s bed, even though I’ve made one up for him. Typical! Otherwise all is well except he’s an escape artist and I have had to block up a variety of escape routes. 

Tomorrow I will arrange to take him to the vet to see if he’s chipped – I doubt it – and to arrange for his op. I’ve decided to call him Mizzy, after the Mizarians, peaceful inhabitants of the planet Mizar II in the Zeta Ursa Majoris star system! After all we need to start getting used to the idea that there are vast numbers of other inhabited planets!! I know some readers will have no problem with this notion and others will pour scorn on it, as is a typical reaction of those whose imagination is strictly limited to this life on this planet.

As to this life on this planet, the next few months could well see massive disruption, some dreadful, some good, before we emerge into the next epoch. I suppose the subconscious reason for waffling on about my writing efforts over the last thirteen years, was to illustrate a point. Writers are readers and writing for papers and blogs requires research. How many thousands of hours I’ve put in reading and online, I can’t begin to imagine. These last eighteen months or so the amount I’ve covered has been almost off the scale and, I’ve happily discovered, I’m far from alone. There are thousands of folk, if not millions, worldwide, who have been beavering away chasing the truth. What we have come across has been beyond extraordinary. Luckily there are those of us have been prepared for it, having been aware of the Globalists’ agenda and activities for some time. 

Online communities have been formed, swapping information (intel), interviewing independent authorities in a range of professions and we have been able to put our views into the melange. It’s not only been fascinating what has come to light, but it’s also exciting and uplifting – on the good side. We have all been trying to encourage family and friends to join us in our research. Sadly, we have not succeeded to the extent we would have hoped. It seems the majority – in the West at least – are only interested in what they read or see on mainstream media and anything else is a ‘conspiracy theory.’ Cognitive dissonance reigns and we have come to realise that true open-mindedness is not typical. 

We have now given up. Anyone who hasn’t awakened to what is really going on after so many months, is unlikely to do so and we would be wasting our time and energy trying to entice them out of their comfort zone. Consequently, as we value freedom of choice as well as freedom of speech, our general view now is: ‘We respect the fact that you have made your decisions and are willing for face the consequences’, as must those of us who have tried our best to warn of the dangers that threaten the 99%. Our job will now be to prepare for a huge task – keeping our vibrations high whilst forging ahead through the transition. 

I would like to end by thanking all those who have put their lives in danger by expressing points of view and revealing information that goes against the Globalists’ agenda. They are incredibly brave people who have been brutally attacked, trolled and censored when their only wish has been to help their fellow man. Courageous people battling against the forces of evil who will continue to do so as more and more ‘muck’ is thrown at them. They have done an amazing job and kept so many of us not only sane, but ever optimistic that Good will win in the end. Patience is all-important. We’re so nearly there!

 

Cheerio for the summer. Have a good time if you’re ‘allowed’ to do so and I look forward to being able to report good news on my return.

ps I was surprised to read that the BBC is actually ‘reporting’ today’s march in London – they don’t usually bother. It was against the lockdown, vaccines et al!!! Here are the comments of someone who was there – I had to laugh but it isn’t funny:

“The March was featured on the BBC as ‘Gay Pride’ – you couldn’t make it up!  Amazing atmosphere, 2 million marched. Surreal! weirdest thing was that we all noticed that the police where almost robot-like, expressionless and sad-looking like they really wanted to join us, but couldn’t under official pain of death!. We heard of Hancock’s resignation on the way back, the cheer was deafening!!!!!!!”