The Dogwood flowers cream against green while the last of the Rhododendron’s delicate colour fades. The first days of summer.
A broken foot stops me in my tracks. Ah ... living in a national park where tinder box conditions are never far away, results in total fire bans - which make sense - but make it difficult to make garden debris disappear. I cut things small and fill the green waste bin. I jump into the bin to compress everything and I’ve done this for years with no problem at all but this time the bin took off with me half in and half out. It ended badly.
Funny - as in funny/strange - I’d put together a half hour set of songs for a community event at the local park but I don’t hunger for a spotlight and do have these errant thoughts arise where - perhaps it’ll rain or I’ll break my leg and have good reason to not play. Hmm ... 11 a.m. is when I break a bone in my foot and 3 p.m. is when I play.
It was a really good session but I’ve still got the broken foot. It gives me the time in which to research topics which interest me. Megalithic structures, found all over the world and utterly remarkable to me but not of much interest to the wider world. The ideas of Velikovsky and the evidence for a universe in which electricity plays a major role - not, as yet, well appreciated as true.
The mundane detail of my life takes place against a world view in which ‘where the money comes from’ is an essential understanding to gain.
The documentary linked here explains the system of central banks under which all nations of all political persuasions now genuflect. This system needs to be exposed as the fraud that it is. It has only been in operation for a century so hope is not lost.