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Connections – And The Outsider Returns

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Red Mist self portraitTwitter has changed vastly since Jemima Kiss shared almost every moment of her life on it. “I am opening the door.” “I am walking out the door.” That kind of thing. It was mundane and many journalists and early adopters also prattled on in similar mini soundbites.

Proles like me bought in to it to compare our little lives with those of the perceived great and good. It was mostly boring but strangely compelling.

Then it changed. And not necessarily for the better.

Over time, big stories broke. Celebs used it to fire up their fan bases. But, mostly, it became – and still is – a serious battle ground with occasional moments of charity or levity. A chatroom for like minds or fencing with the ‘enemy’.

In my Floreo days, I used to write endless blog posts, sharing my life and thoughts – hoping that I could teach through sharing.

To keep relatives happy, I’d use code words. My Ma was my number one fan and wanted to read every word, so they’d be printed out and sent to keep her happy.  And there were millions of words written. Mostly inoffensive. When anything political was mentioned, it’d be fighting verbally for something honourable, like stopping unjustified wars.

I did get kicked out of Angmering Medical Centre for accurately describing the obese doctor and her total lack of professionalism, but mostly my select few regular readers enjoyed my take on my spiritual journey.

Book Sales And Brand Building

With social media, an opportunity presented itself to do some low-key brand-building. Facebook (back then) was just for keeping in touch with family, friends, schoolmates and erstwhile work colleagues. Status updates generally avoided anything contentious.

Then came Twitter.

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I’m definitely not the kind to beg for followers so precisely how my ‘brand’ would be noticed was not something I was overly concerned with. Post things that are interesting and those with lively minds would soon check in. Or out.

Twitter can be pretty ruthless.

Though I have remained true to my principles of never blocking anyone on any social media platforms, I have lost count of how many have blocked me – usually those quick to carp and criticise but extraordinarily sensitive about receiving any in return. Or nonentities with massive followings enjoying power and control. I was going to say power and control over who could see or respond to their tweets, but, as I discovered relatively recently, you can set up other accounts with different names. Curiosity sated!

Nine times out of ten, any blocking was down to a momentary hissy fit. With several thousand followers and millions more Twitter users, why bother connecting politely with someone who may not have the same views?

Thinking Aloud

Unlike the original Twitter MO of sharing every waking moment, I tweeted as a means of thinking aloud. Perhaps if I was living with someone, I might not have bothered, but it made me feel like I had a voice. There again, I didn’t really expect to be read let alone have people comment in some way. There were, and still are, literally millions of tweets every however long, so to be noticed by even one person was more of a shock than a ‘pleasure’.

Not the road less travelled

While I have never aimed for, wanted – or got – a large following, I did still get a few book sales, and some tweets managed to get a healthy response. Sadly, not necessarily the tweets I would have liked and that’s when it started to feel unhealthy. The road much travelled.

Worse, it changed my own communicating patterns.

Now, I started to chat online with others, responding to tweets seen in my timeline. Pestering politicians. That latter really only happened in earnest while campaigning for Brexit. And – this is the mystical bit – it meant tuning in to different people, to different group minds.

Etheric Ties

in mystical parlance everyone we connect with whether sexual or not forms an etheric tie of some kind. For those less self-aware, it can lead to depression and strange feelings of being pulled down. Equally, loving vibes are also picked up as a general feeling of well-being. Then there are the virtual sex vibes as well as those having violent reactions to something. Thankfully, not often with the latter.

I am lucky enough to be able to differentiate and understand those EMFs. Many cannot and I think, from a mystical viewpoint, that is one reason for depressive states.

Increased Divisions

I am not remotely depressive but the endless divisions over one thing or another were starting to fray my EMFs!

At least I can honestly say I am an equal opportunities critic! A Tory voter and erstwhile member but I still take my party to task; a child of South Indian parents who will stand no racist comments from the likes of @PriyamvadaGopal and a host of other BAMEs (a wretched acronym I cannot stand); not letting whites who might share the same political goal (ie Brexit) get away with making racist comments.

The ones who do are invariably as thick as ten planks but have an unhealthy following who lap up their nasty mindsets.

And for the record, it is not racist to want an end to uncontrolled immigration – especially Islamic migrants. Demographic change is already starting to topple the foundations of this country aided by white Marxists and their statue-toppling. It will not end well either way.

One-Sided Connections

So, having been typing this till 3am this morning, the times are changing for me. Or perhaps I am just returning to my original habits and self.

For a long time, I have felt deeply uncomfortable even superficially connecting with people who keep their identities hidden. A couple have granted me the very great kindness of sharing their actual names and photos. And I will clearly honour their confidence.

The odd political repartee whether pro or con is not a problem. It’s when personal comments are made, and you do not know their names or what they look like. It is creepy and one-sided. Unknown people with fake names and fake profiles which give them their slimy confidence to make personal comments about others. Ugh!

Or you might connect for a moment with someone and then totally out of the blue, they unfriend or unfollow you. The etheric ties ping and those with a more emotionally sensitive disposition would be very hurt.

I am not sure what I feel. Irked that I gave them my time and attention? More than likely.

Undoubtedly some seem genuinely friendly and occasionally helpful, but many are the equivalent of baying hordes at gladiatorial games. They cling to Twitter’s teat like over-grown children and aren’t remotely interested in metaphysics let alone my spiritual art. It’s watercooler politics and chitchat at best.

Wrong Road Travelled

But beyond the shared space and not so shared minds there is the more important issue of my spiritual journey.

What I perceive as my purpose was getting lost in interim politics however serious things may be – and 2020 certainly has had more than its share of horribly serious issues.

I think I was trying to justify it to myself that somehow this was working towards that purpose. Maybe it is, maybe it isn’t.

Parler

Socmed still has its place. And I still need to use whatever gifts God gave me for what I believe is the right path.

Parler is less user friendly but is a clean start. No more mundane witterings on Twitter – or Parler for that matter. No political bunfights. Maybe.

Twitter will be to keep abreast of what is happening – even of life’s underbelly. Parler for political commentary. And this blog and Facebook for everything else. Maybe.

And finally

Histamine levels have been horribly high all day not helped by major reaction from some creams and potions over the last couple of days. Sneezing, coughing, itching…

So those creams and potions were tipped down the sink in the early hours and I’ve been deeply grateful I have not seen anyone today!

I do want to address the issue of ageing as well – something better suited to a blog post than 200 character tweets.

Apart from the melasma & thinning eyebrows I am currently in very good nick but I do find myself looking for signs of decrepitude! I half wonder which will collapse first – the Western world or me.

And, on that cheery note, that’s it for now. (The painting is a self-portrait called Red Mist. It seemed apt at 3am.)

 

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Groundhog Experiment – Spiritual Stasis

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It’s sunny right now (Monday 22/6) and I feel sunny inside too. But the truth is I find the world today divisive, puzzling and as if I am stuck inside some kind of Groundhog Experiment.

It is as if various different issues are being thrown at the masses: Brexit, illegal immigration, Covid 19, social distancing, no meeting of friends and relatives, anti-Trumpers, Islam, MSM giving up all pretence at neutrality, social media censoring individual thought, racial discord, Black Lives Matter controlled by white Marxists in the main, and so on.

For what purpose?

Globalist theories and a New World Order? End Times scenarios? Islamic takeover?

Even before lockdown, for me, there was some spiritual stasis – lack of motion outside of me to match what I felt was progressing inside. Lockdown has amplified all of that.

For decades, those on the left have berated those of us who are centrist, let alone those on the right. They constantly told us we are racists and bigots and lack compassion. What is absolutely obvious now is that the masses are finally waking up.

Over lockdown, and before that with Brexit, the innate nastiness of rather too many on the left has become all too obvious. Those on the right obeyed the rules ((except for some extreme examples) while those on the left appeared to do exactly as they pleased. Raves, protests, toppling of historical statuary – while the police either let them or ‘took the knee’. (Horrible expression, horrible action of subservience.)

We have a Tory Govt with a massive 80-seat majority yet it tiptoes around minority views. MPs held a minute’s silence for an American criminal! (I still cannot get my head around that!)

Illegals come in daily by the boatload, all aided by Border Force. We have been trapped in lockdown while they swan in, are given Covid tests and then housed in hard-to-come-by flats, given money and legal aid – all courtesy of taxpayers!

Then, to add insult to injury, some actually try to kill us – succeeding as well. But what do those in power say and do?

‘They are mentally ill’, we are told. These Islamic killers were on an ever-growing watch list of jihadis, but they are mentally ill, so back off then, is the unspoken threat to the rest of us.

As for the ‘pandemic’, I do not know anyone who has died. Many have had seriously nasty bouts of a new strain of flu – Wuhan flu. But they have almost all survived. So why have we all blindly (so far) accepted this.

I am not sure I trust what MSM has been telling us about who has died. Cross that out. I categorically do NOT trust MSM about even one death, let alone it reaping umpteen BAME souls. It’s as if MSM has been roped in to feed fear and panic and keep us all obedient and docile. But why?

Why would any government – and it’s not just ours in the UK – tank national economies for a virus that seems to kill immune-compromised people and some elderly in care homes. Worldwide deaths have amounted to just over half a million the last time I checked, and even then they are deaths reported ‘with’, not ‘of’ Covid 19. Not a lot, in the scheme of things.

If it really was such a terrifying illness, how come the police have regularly ignored lefty protests of one sort or another? Even when the law stipulated no groups of more than six people, thousands have been allowed to gather, travelling on public transport, going back to their families. Nothing, nothing at all, adds up.

Meanwhile, other minorities with loud voices are also doing their bit to overturn the norm.

TXs continue trying to mess with minds by again focusing on bigotry and lack of empathy for them while ganging up on actual women who want to retain their/our rights to be actual women.

Social media platforms like Facebook and Twitter pander to their aggression by suspending or even banning those who do not want our sexuality to be buried under their gripes and demands.

So what is this all about?

A financial reset? Enforced change to population demographics?

Bill Gates is supposed to be a fan of reduced population, but why allow illegals to just swan into Europe? Far too many seem intent on killing their kindly hosts in the name of Islam. Surely whoever the unseen Blofeld is, he or they cannot believe Islam is a malleable means of people control?

Why try to save lives? Why IVF?

It is possible that some malign beings (human or otherwise) might want to mate relatively healthier Africans with white women and then turn them into superbeings. Well it’s not as farfetched as all the other codswallop that’s been chucked at us over such a very long time.

Democracy is dying a death of a thousand cuts. The forces of law and order are failing us, pandering to rainbows and unicorns and the right melanin tint, kneeling on demand and being chased by feral young black men.

People are losing the will to work – if indeed their jobs will be around when Boris and co lift the lockdown.

We are threatened with a second wave, worse than this, so feeble minds will become further enfeebled. And why?

This is my Groundhog predicament. Tiny improvements without any of the real hope and love of Groundhog Day. This Groundhog existence is based around fear and divisiveness. Where Brexit failed to really divide us, where political left and right haven’t actually fallen out, try racial lines.

That too will fail.

The vast amount of people are ‘vexed’ but not aggressively angry. France and America appear to be the most angry generally. We have a few thousand thumping their chests and doing weekly war dances and statue defacing, but it’s like the angels of love and light are still holding us close.

Which is probably why I am still sunny inside. Just.

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2020 So Far

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Already June! Seems a good moment to take stock as well as tidy up a bunch of unfinished blog posts. Edited for brevity though. I am also using old Wise El cartoons as the many I have drawn are still to be inked and scanned or photographed. Apologies for that.

Covid 19 And Puzzling Lockdown    

Covid 19 and an increase in deaths of mostly the elderly, those with compromised immune systems, the obese and those with diabetes… but no sign of what I think ought to be classed as a highly contagious pandemic.

Almost from the start of lockdown there were  many out and about who played lip service to social distancing. No masks, no fear shown, but all taking advantage of the sunny weather and Govt paid furlough. PITA getting food delivered except from Waitrose and even Amazon had no supplies of items previously easy to come by.

I have been in close proximity with boiler engineers as it had a leak, now fixed and paid for by contents insurance. The engineer who did end up fixing it was on the neurotic side but did calm down once he’d managed to fix a somewhat complex issue. His paranoia didn’t stop him wanting to use the toilet on his way out or deciding he wanted to use the soap in the kitchen.

More charmingly, at the weekend, a young lad of 13 or 14, approached me on the WIllowhayne, arm outstretched, saying ‘Hi 5’. I would have loved to reciprocate but instead said ‘I can’t’.

We are now in some kind of no man’s land with the usual hysterics wanting fiercer measure despite only the vulnerable being affected – and they could and should continue. Those with them would have to be assessed individually. But, truth be told, I feel it’s all been massive overkill. I felt it at the beginning and feel it still.

Meanwhile the economy is more than likely going to tank without some miracles.

Transition & Resurgence Of Brexit Animosity

This month is the EU’s last chance (unless they twist their rules yet again) to extend the transition – for a further two years. And if they do, we would be sunk in every way. Would be madness and so far it sounds like Frost and Johnson are still on the right path.

However, federasts are out in force again, with Brexit division scabs being picked at just as there was some kind of healing.  At least CV19 has kept dissent relatively muted.

Animosity has been aimed at Dominic Cummings for a perceived breach of the rules. The Witchfinder General aka Piers Morgan has barely drawn breath since the start of the Covid crisis with Cummings his number one target.

Racism Protests No More Lockdown

But people, especially lawless Londoners (those most hit by CV19), have been dreadful at obeying the law.

Lockdown, unless there is a spike in two weeks, thanks to lawless Londoners – and a dead American criminal – has been declared a dead duck.

George Floyd, a black apparent career criminal, died following a widely-publicised (and horrific) incident of a white cop with his knee pressed against his neck. A truly terrible way to restrain a man and he subsequently died of a heart attack, I understand. He had also taken Fentanyl which also heightens effects.

The subsequent (and at the time of writing this blog) continuing) riots and global protests were seemingly organised and coordinated by white Antifa, but blacks have been widely filmed stealing and looting and generally reinforcing the wrong message.

My own view is that America probably is more racist than we Brits but that this is a police conditioned response issue.  And both the black and white peoples need to ask themselves why. Why is there a large percentage of blacks involved in violent crime? Black on black crime too is a serious issue.

Pointless rioting and looting in protest as it simply reinforces those negative associations with crime, rightly or wrongly.

Anyway, an American with a criminal past dies in a horrific way over 4,000 miles away and suddenly lockdown here more or less ends with massive protests in London.

The same people praising these BAME protests have barely regained their breath from criticising the Govt for not being more protective of BAMEs – who are apparently most at risk from CV19. But there is no helping the criminally stupid.

Increasing Confidence of Islam

Bazil, Mo and Khadi are new characters not yet inked and scanned. Their purpose is to highlight the massive changes happening to both country and culture.

As if demographic change was not bad enough, every day boat loads of Islamic illegals are aided by the Coast Guard and Border Force welcoming committee into entering the UK.

Why?

Mosques are springing up everywhere – even one planned for Piccadilly Circus – when there are already plenty. They are symbols of conquest and this will not end well. I do not know what, bar civil war, might derail the Islamification of the UK.

Our politicians of whatever hue do not seem to care one jot. What happens to them once they get into proper power? It’s as if they change overnight.

Organ Donation

Musing more than anything on this as it is now required to legally opt out. I will write another time on cellular memory – which is my reason for opting out of donating my organs.

Wonder what #BillGates with his #PopulationControl ideals thinks about #OrganDonation as technically more lives would be saved.

[Gates is also part of the CV19 issue as he is fronting The Vaccine – which apparently won’t be available properly for months. What price the economy or mental health, eh? These protests as well as Cummings’ Durham trip have had some benefit in opening eyes and minds to the ridiculousness of lockdown.]

There again, experimenting with foetuses* & harvested organs could theoretically(?) create a different kind of human. *The older the foetus the better, presumably.

Thing is, Mother Nature usually finds ways to slap down over-reaching humankind. Gives with one hand, takes with the other. Meaning be careful thinking experimentation is for the good of the species

Spirituality

And from the mundane to the spiritual.

A FB ‘friend’ almost always posts something negative and then pisses off. He prefers echo chamber threads with fellow federasts and the occasional Brexiter guinea pig. This time he posted: “You might be considered not to be very spiritual certainly”. (And not only is English is his first language but he’s a DPhil.)

Since the post was about an inaccurate hashtag (Blake) I guess he was being his usual virtue signalling snot self. But I wasn’t in the mood as it was past midnight and he can cull himself from my FBs for all I care as he adds nothing of value or life enhancement whatsoever, so I deleted the comment.

Naturally, I also gave it some thought. One minute or less… and then posted a new status.

“We are all spiritual beings. Even the most cloddish of beings is spiritual. There are some, misinformed imho, who seem to think being ‘spiritual’ is some kind of sanctified state. It isn’t. It is just an awareness of our spiritual reality. Which even mass murderers might sense.”

I should have added ‘even yogic flying failed politicians’.

Fame Fortune & Thinking Aloud

Well obviously I am not famous, nor do I have a fortune but this is about thinking aloud. It is also about being rejected for having strong views – and wanting to be understood much more than to be ‘popular’ or famous.

Indeed, if I ever do fleetingly feel a passing desire to be famous, it is usually a reaction to being misunderstood or rejected in some way. Perhaps a kind of ‘I’ll show them’, so just as well my bit of God knows better.

Unfulfilled Purpose

Still on a similar theme, it’s been a while since I thought about why I am still around on the Earth plane. Hanging on to life has never been any kind of motivator – just not too keen on going violently or from lingering painful illness.

For believers, our deal with God is having a purpose – and having that purpose fulfilled. Mine is, I believe, making people think – whether something is right or wrong or perceived as either, or from another person’s perspective. Or on matters mystical.  It doesn’t make me better or worse than anyone else. Just is how I think.

It would be good to know if I am still on the right path.

Melasma Moustaches and Other Melanin Issues

The dreaded melasma is still around. 2020 started with it looking better then it suddenly got worse  thanks to using stronger exfoliants. Then came a truly horrible thick black smudge on my upper lip due to severe allergic reactions in my nasal area. Again made worse by using less than gentle products.

I may have joked about a Hitler moustache turning into a Terry-Thomas one but it really was and is no laughing matter.

Avoiding people thanks to lockdown was an unexpected benefit. Still have to wear mineral makeup, though, by June 3 (today), cheekbones and upper lip have improved vastly just not at comfortable bare-face level. Yet. (Ever the optimist!)

Self-love becomes very challenging as all I see are these ugly blotches. Plus my bank balance suffers buying endless products I hope will be the ultimate cure. Combination of both invariably lead to mystical questioning all over again.

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