I was looking at the criteria for a War Zone Correspondent Competition just now. I realise even living in an idyllic Island, in a Surburban Haven, I live in a War Zone. Everyone on this Planet is in some kind of War right now, that’s why I think this is Armageddon.
I think everyone is assuaged on every level, it takes real determination to find a moment of peace in this world. A discipline, a decision, and definitely some abstinence.
People who still live tribal lives are being accosted by Oil Pipelines, traversing Sacred Ground, And endangering their environment. people living in squalor and hunger in Migration Camps. Ordinary people finding they have been sold into slavery for the cost of a passport to an allegedly safer, more advanced country. Or drowning en route.
People living on subsidence incomes producing cheap products and clothing for others who perhaps wear this cheap clothing a couple of times and discard it. The conditions they live and work in unimaginable to those who buy this cheap, and also designer rip off apparel and actually don’t care, because they must know where their purchases come from.
This whole debacle is underpinned by an erosion of morals, religion, health, personal privacy, and even actively attacked by companies who produce food that is unimaginably toxic as ready meals, to be prepared in leaky microwaves, and eaten sterile of any nutritious energy, and tasting of plastic containers. There’s a recipe for stomach cancer.
Then there is the toxicity of household cleaning and washing products. Loaded to the hilt with toxic perfumes and chemicals. Bleach especially. There is even chlorine and Flouride in many peoples drinking water. Dead Water. There’s a recipe for a compromised immune system.
The banking structure and our hold on our own finances is targeted by a plethora of advertising, and loans for everything. No cash or payment up front encouraged, better to cream it of the buy it now pay later mindset groomed by years of rampant consumerism. A person in debt is a slave. And a worrier.
Theres a recipe for a mental health problem.
And then when you do have a problem with your mind, or body, the drug companies step in and manage the situation for you at the experbatant cost to the health services that we pay tax for. Not cure... manage.
Then there are the more existential threats posed by mass media, Asteroids coming our way, Nuclear arms in the wrong hands, and munitions in the wrong hands. Then the threat of actual Nuclear war. Or another accident at a Nuclear power plant. With unimaginable consequences to the land, marine and Land life.
Then there’s all that plastic junk in the gyres, polluting, getting into the food chain, and causing untold suffering to marine life. No one has offered to go and clean it up yet. It’s useful stuff too.
Then there’s Terrorists, Proxy armies, Trade Sanctions, accusations, and evidently groundless false flag attacks on other countries.
Then there’s this endless personal fascination people have with taking selfies and fotographing the food they are just about to eat and sending pictures of it to everyone they know. This is truly Bizarre.
Then there’s Petrol and Diesel fumes, both send me completely round the twist. Petrol makes me feel high and disassociated, Diesel will have me in a howling fit picking a fight within twenty minutes.
So the only place I feel comfortable in is my home. And my Garden. I can manage my immediate environment and that’s all. I don’t want to go out and talk to other people, who constantly tell me to be something, anything, just not who I am. They don’t know me, even my Husband hasn’t got a clue what interests me, or is capable of holding a conversation for more than three sentences.
So actually I do live in a War Zone. Anywhere outside my house is hostile territory, with people wearing artificial perfumes that I get a rash and burning skin if someone pecks me on the cheek to say hello. It lasts for hours, and I have to put up with smelling the disgusting aroma of other peoples fabric freshener on their clothes.
Definately the cleaning product aisle in the supermarket is a no go Zone. It’s a toxic minefield. Every Item I buy has to be checked for ingredients, because I don’t eat sugar. I get a nasty reaction to sugar, potato starch, and anything with preservatives or colouring in it.
I have very acute hearing, sight, taste and smell. Thankfully I have an Abnormally high pain threshold, and generally a good tolerance level. And a lovely little home to make a sanctuary.
I had to chuck out three lamps last week. They were touch lamps that as you touch them the light comes on and varies how bright it is. Useful. However, due to the fact the bedroom wall sockets are on the same fuse the internet router is on which was recently rewired, which I switch off at night. I realised when these lamps are also off for a few nights, I have a lot less pain and sensitivity in my neck. I took the lamps out of the bedrooms, and within 48 hours the awful pain and sensitivity in my neck and upper back had disappeared. It wasn’t the Internet, because I am still using it right now.
A toilet freshener turned out to have an effect like LSD on me. I thoughtlessly tipped it down the sink when I realised, I ended up having what I would imagine a psychedelic trip would be like.
Then there is the Chaos. The whole world seems to be in some sort of political meltdown. Well the USA definately is. The EU usually are, The Arab countries are usually bickering. And the USA have taken the Sanctions game to a new level.
There are good things happening though, sometimes the media are showing them too lately which is a relief.
A Volcano just blew up in the Hawaiian Islands, another dreadful plane crash this time in Cuba. And a near miss in Russia. So I have gone right off air travel.
I wouldn’t be able to go out to work, I want to the Theatre over the winter and the woman next to me had very strong perfume on, I was coughing for the first half hour with this dreadful taste in my mouth from it. Then I was exhausted all the next day. I really wanted to see the performance so stuck it out. If I go to the theatre again, I am going to justify the cost of my own box.
So, I have to make everything I use, repurpose it, recycle it, and make my money go as far as possible, so I can afford the things I do want to do.
I am going to try surfing this summer and go to surf school, I am also going to try a trial dive a few times, and decide if I want to do a full diving course. I love being in sea water. I developed what I called Dolphin kick for Butterfly Crawl as a child. I was fit enough then to do a hundred meters Butterfly. I actually beat Duncan Goodhew as a child. I was out of the pool before He finished. They disqualified me from the race... He was being groomed for the Olympics! My Mother actually stuck up for me just this once. She went berserk.
So Anyway the most invasive, perverse, and despicable War is on my religion over the last 60 years. As a Christian, the doctrine, standards, politics, and even the use of liturgy has been completely upended in all denominations. Perhaps the Orthodox Christians are not wavering, they have Icons, so you can’t keep undermining those. That’s why the Word was written, and given in Icons.
My religion has been watered down, relentlessly attacked, marginalised, misrepresented, and been made itellevent by ignorance, and politically correct clergy and bishops. I have started to go to Church again recently. Now I know why Paul wrote to the Ephesians!
so, as far as I am concerned I live a comfortable enough life that is completely bereft of interesting people to meet and talk to, I am considered a complete nut job, and the Psychiatric service put me on medication if I say I think I have a dose of lungworm, or that I have realised the Earth is actually a hologram created by an energy matrix blip in two dimensional space.
Or that I got swarmed by Bees and stung all over my insides. And that huge scab on my back is a lot of beestings that really hurt. It took ages for them to fall off. They took three days to come to that spot.
Or that I think I have worked out how to skim off the sandwich of spacetime, and actually nowhere is very far away, especially if it was yesterday or tomorrow.
So here I am, just having a little moan that we are all being driven completely round the twist by social media, conflicting phone mast signals, satellite transmissions, and airplane telemetry.
Having said that we haven’t had any vapour trails over us for a few days. The sky looked the right colour today, and it had proper clouds. Realy lovely clouds. Happy clouds. Even the birds are happier, they have their rainbow coats on, and the dog had one on today. The electrical energy round here must be less jammed. All the flower colours look much brighter, the birds are singing new songs.
So, even though I live in this tiny little world of four walls and a little garden, I don’t feel like I am missing any important stuff. I would rather like to go see God. However He lets me get right up close anyway, and Jesus has to come with me, or bring me, I suppose.
So I would say I feel a bit confined, but very happy with my little patch of grass. I haven’t a clue why everyone else can’t work towards a balanced sort of life. Even if it is on the invisible edge of the blade of a pair of Samuri Hairdressing Scissors.
I like life to be real. I don’t think like other people, and I don’t seem to have their values, or mindset. Which makes me an Outcast. Which means I get to spend a lot of time on my own chatting to God. I can’t think of anything I enjoy more.
And yes there are a lot of skirmishes going on in The Kingdom Of Heaven right now, and I do feel in many ways I have been skirmishing. However, I have a Spiritual refuge in Jesus Christ. My Strong Tower. Many people have no place of refuge in their lives, in luxurious plenty, of abject misery in unending war torn, and occupied countries.
Here in my Little Home, I try to make a place where I can enjoy some Peace with God around.
I think everyone is assuaged on every level, it takes real determination to find a moment of peace in this world. A discipline, a decision, and definitely some abstinence.
People who still live tribal lives are being accosted by Oil Pipelines, traversing Sacred Ground, And endangering their environment. people living in squalor and hunger in Migration Camps. Ordinary people finding they have been sold into slavery for the cost of a passport to an allegedly safer, more advanced country. Or drowning en route.
People living on subsidence incomes producing cheap products and clothing for others who perhaps wear this cheap clothing a couple of times and discard it. The conditions they live and work in unimaginable to those who buy this cheap, and also designer rip off apparel and actually don’t care, because they must know where their purchases come from.
This whole debacle is underpinned by an erosion of morals, religion, health, personal privacy, and even actively attacked by companies who produce food that is unimaginably toxic as ready meals, to be prepared in leaky microwaves, and eaten sterile of any nutritious energy, and tasting of plastic containers. There’s a recipe for stomach cancer.
Then there is the toxicity of household cleaning and washing products. Loaded to the hilt with toxic perfumes and chemicals. Bleach especially. There is even chlorine and Flouride in many peoples drinking water. Dead Water. There’s a recipe for a compromised immune system.
The banking structure and our hold on our own finances is targeted by a plethora of advertising, and loans for everything. No cash or payment up front encouraged, better to cream it of the buy it now pay later mindset groomed by years of rampant consumerism. A person in debt is a slave. And a worrier.
Theres a recipe for a mental health problem.
And then when you do have a problem with your mind, or body, the drug companies step in and manage the situation for you at the experbatant cost to the health services that we pay tax for. Not cure... manage.
Then there are the more existential threats posed by mass media, Asteroids coming our way, Nuclear arms in the wrong hands, and munitions in the wrong hands. Then the threat of actual Nuclear war. Or another accident at a Nuclear power plant. With unimaginable consequences to the land, marine and Land life.
Then there’s all that plastic junk in the gyres, polluting, getting into the food chain, and causing untold suffering to marine life. No one has offered to go and clean it up yet. It’s useful stuff too.
Then there’s Terrorists, Proxy armies, Trade Sanctions, accusations, and evidently groundless false flag attacks on other countries.
Then there’s this endless personal fascination people have with taking selfies and fotographing the food they are just about to eat and sending pictures of it to everyone they know. This is truly Bizarre.
Then there’s Petrol and Diesel fumes, both send me completely round the twist. Petrol makes me feel high and disassociated, Diesel will have me in a howling fit picking a fight within twenty minutes.
So the only place I feel comfortable in is my home. And my Garden. I can manage my immediate environment and that’s all. I don’t want to go out and talk to other people, who constantly tell me to be something, anything, just not who I am. They don’t know me, even my Husband hasn’t got a clue what interests me, or is capable of holding a conversation for more than three sentences.
So actually I do live in a War Zone. Anywhere outside my house is hostile territory, with people wearing artificial perfumes that I get a rash and burning skin if someone pecks me on the cheek to say hello. It lasts for hours, and I have to put up with smelling the disgusting aroma of other peoples fabric freshener on their clothes.
Definately the cleaning product aisle in the supermarket is a no go Zone. It’s a toxic minefield. Every Item I buy has to be checked for ingredients, because I don’t eat sugar. I get a nasty reaction to sugar, potato starch, and anything with preservatives or colouring in it.
I have very acute hearing, sight, taste and smell. Thankfully I have an Abnormally high pain threshold, and generally a good tolerance level. And a lovely little home to make a sanctuary.
I had to chuck out three lamps last week. They were touch lamps that as you touch them the light comes on and varies how bright it is. Useful. However, due to the fact the bedroom wall sockets are on the same fuse the internet router is on which was recently rewired, which I switch off at night. I realised when these lamps are also off for a few nights, I have a lot less pain and sensitivity in my neck. I took the lamps out of the bedrooms, and within 48 hours the awful pain and sensitivity in my neck and upper back had disappeared. It wasn’t the Internet, because I am still using it right now.
A toilet freshener turned out to have an effect like LSD on me. I thoughtlessly tipped it down the sink when I realised, I ended up having what I would imagine a psychedelic trip would be like.
Then there is the Chaos. The whole world seems to be in some sort of political meltdown. Well the USA definately is. The EU usually are, The Arab countries are usually bickering. And the USA have taken the Sanctions game to a new level.
There are good things happening though, sometimes the media are showing them too lately which is a relief.
A Volcano just blew up in the Hawaiian Islands, another dreadful plane crash this time in Cuba. And a near miss in Russia. So I have gone right off air travel.
I wouldn’t be able to go out to work, I want to the Theatre over the winter and the woman next to me had very strong perfume on, I was coughing for the first half hour with this dreadful taste in my mouth from it. Then I was exhausted all the next day. I really wanted to see the performance so stuck it out. If I go to the theatre again, I am going to justify the cost of my own box.
So, I have to make everything I use, repurpose it, recycle it, and make my money go as far as possible, so I can afford the things I do want to do.
I am going to try surfing this summer and go to surf school, I am also going to try a trial dive a few times, and decide if I want to do a full diving course. I love being in sea water. I developed what I called Dolphin kick for Butterfly Crawl as a child. I was fit enough then to do a hundred meters Butterfly. I actually beat Duncan Goodhew as a child. I was out of the pool before He finished. They disqualified me from the race... He was being groomed for the Olympics! My Mother actually stuck up for me just this once. She went berserk.
So Anyway the most invasive, perverse, and despicable War is on my religion over the last 60 years. As a Christian, the doctrine, standards, politics, and even the use of liturgy has been completely upended in all denominations. Perhaps the Orthodox Christians are not wavering, they have Icons, so you can’t keep undermining those. That’s why the Word was written, and given in Icons.
My religion has been watered down, relentlessly attacked, marginalised, misrepresented, and been made itellevent by ignorance, and politically correct clergy and bishops. I have started to go to Church again recently. Now I know why Paul wrote to the Ephesians!
so, as far as I am concerned I live a comfortable enough life that is completely bereft of interesting people to meet and talk to, I am considered a complete nut job, and the Psychiatric service put me on medication if I say I think I have a dose of lungworm, or that I have realised the Earth is actually a hologram created by an energy matrix blip in two dimensional space.
Or that I got swarmed by Bees and stung all over my insides. And that huge scab on my back is a lot of beestings that really hurt. It took ages for them to fall off. They took three days to come to that spot.
Or that I think I have worked out how to skim off the sandwich of spacetime, and actually nowhere is very far away, especially if it was yesterday or tomorrow.
So here I am, just having a little moan that we are all being driven completely round the twist by social media, conflicting phone mast signals, satellite transmissions, and airplane telemetry.
Having said that we haven’t had any vapour trails over us for a few days. The sky looked the right colour today, and it had proper clouds. Realy lovely clouds. Happy clouds. Even the birds are happier, they have their rainbow coats on, and the dog had one on today. The electrical energy round here must be less jammed. All the flower colours look much brighter, the birds are singing new songs.
So, even though I live in this tiny little world of four walls and a little garden, I don’t feel like I am missing any important stuff. I would rather like to go see God. However He lets me get right up close anyway, and Jesus has to come with me, or bring me, I suppose.
So I would say I feel a bit confined, but very happy with my little patch of grass. I haven’t a clue why everyone else can’t work towards a balanced sort of life. Even if it is on the invisible edge of the blade of a pair of Samuri Hairdressing Scissors.
I like life to be real. I don’t think like other people, and I don’t seem to have their values, or mindset. Which makes me an Outcast. Which means I get to spend a lot of time on my own chatting to God. I can’t think of anything I enjoy more.
And yes there are a lot of skirmishes going on in The Kingdom Of Heaven right now, and I do feel in many ways I have been skirmishing. However, I have a Spiritual refuge in Jesus Christ. My Strong Tower. Many people have no place of refuge in their lives, in luxurious plenty, of abject misery in unending war torn, and occupied countries.
Here in my Little Home, I try to make a place where I can enjoy some Peace with God around.
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