Life Story#5: Fixing the Matrix
Part One
Early 1960s. I was climbing trees, buying my first records (Del Shannon, Eden Kane, what taste....). As an ironic backdrop to the feelgood element which pervaded a good deal of my childhood personal life, some of the grown-ups were playing another game altogether. Men - it seemed to be mainly men - in suits and ties were . . .
Action on Very Basic Freedoms
The UK tyranny based in Westminster has in place a 'request for evidence on covid-19 status certification'. In more normal lingo, these are 'vaccine passports' for eventual domestic use.
As somebody who understands the programme put it back last summer: they probably won't make the injections mandatory (that's too obvious), but . . .
Blog#5: Forbidden Histories, the Continuation
'To know where you are and where you are going, it helps enormously to know where you have come from. Indeed it is essential.' David Icke, 'Children of the Matrix'
Part One
The past, especially the ancient and human past, was a fascination to me from an early age. And the allure of the topic arose precisely from the considerations . . .
Life Story#4: Bad, Good, Ugly
Part One: The Pain
My former Buddhist teacher did a lot of writing about his life. He once said "The first thing you do when you decide to write about your life is realise what you are not going to write." This was quite amusing. However, I would go a step further. The first thing you do when you decide to write about your life . . .
Blog#4: Forbidden Histories; Introduction
Part One
Alternative histories - and I'm talking ancient histories, pre-histories - abound. They say many different things, so probably can't all be accurate. Taking a zoomed-out view, however, we can discover a number of themes common to many of these alternative histories. There is one in particular that stands out: Things were once . . .
Life Story#3: Generation Game
Part One
It was, I suppose, summer 1959 when we moved house. Village life was exchanged for that of the big city. Actually, Aylesbury in Buckinghamshire was a fairly quiet market town, but it seemed pretty big to little six-year-old me.
The sedate idyll of rural England was gone. Half the houses in our new street were . . .
Archive#1: Blob World, Anybody?
Part One
In June 2017 I went to the Mediterranean island of Ibiza for a wedding. It was not in party-party Ibiza, but at the quieter, more picturesque eastern end of the island. One of my wife's nieces was getting married, and the ceremony was overseen by a shamanic kind of guy.
Even before the current bug story descended on . . .
