Bonnie Scotland

Better together: I think they feign a No campaign and really want an Independant Scotland. They are doing such a shocking campaign that this can be the only explanation.
And all under the surreptitious guise of a form of divide and conquer strategy.

Did you see that?

Many years ago, I went to sleep after ( as far as I remember ) an ordinary day. During my sleep I dreamt of walking into my local record shop and walking up to the counter to see an old friend(Lee Burridge) listening to records behind the counter. A scene that used to be pretty regular a few years before. Subsequently, Lee had moved to Hong King, to follow a soon to be, very successful DJ career.
The next day I made my daily trek to the very same shop. I walked in and lo and behold, exactly has I had dreamt, there was Lee. In the very same position, same clothes and exactly as I had seen in my sleep mode.
Rather than being freaked out, I thought this super cool & told him I had dreamt about him being there the night before.
I’m not sure how well he took it, but we passed that moment and chatted a bit, listened to some more tunes and departed in good spirits to go on with the day.
I remember feeling a sense of De-Ja-Vu as I went I to the shop and from then on realised that the De-Ja-Vu phenomena was little more than a memory of a future thought or premonition.
I’ve had chats with people since then about this and it’s safe to say, I’m pretty much alone in my thinking. Although it’s still my opinion and it makes more sense to me than an ‘anomaly of memory’ as described by Edward B Titchener in his book ‘A Textbook of Psychology’ from 1928. In which he describes it ‘as caused by a person having a brief glimpse of an object or situation, before the brain has completed “constructing” a full conscious perception of the experience’.
To me this sounds like a bit of a cop out, and has as less evidence than my theory. At least in my experience anyway.
I also feel that my ability to foretell or pre-experience in this way, has been lost. Either by the over use of drink to put me to far under in a sleep environment, to remember anything of this nature. Or, that I have been contaminated by an intake of various narcotics and poisons over the years, which have rendered this ability dormant.
I am going to make a concerted effort to clean my mind and body, so that I can again realise these skills and learn how to best utilise them for the good of me and my surroundings.
Innit!

Pent up

I’m say in a local hotel having a coffee. In the last 24 hours there has been enough rain to fill a swimming pool with a deep end depth of 60 metres. In the time that the rain was entertaining itself on pavements and car roofs, I was sat in a state of limbo, with no idea of how to enjoy outdoor time, for fear of getting wet! IDIOT
I was close to going for a swim in the sea, whilst it rained, and all that stopped me was the challenge of getting wet whilst riding down and changing I to dry cloths in a rain storm, on a beach! I could have thought more laterally and worked it out. However, as I was sat wa and dry, it didn’t seem like a priority at that moment.
Necessity is the mother of invention and all that.
Biscuits and tea are the father of contrition!

Today, is weather positive. Energy released will now take place. Possibly in the sea and definitely on the bike!

As you were

My theory on Alzheimer’s

I have sat and looked out of this window at the rain for a long time. In that time, the subject of my own mental well being has come into question many times. On a few occasions I have related mental well being through the family and speculated in what I might be in for in future years. Alzheimer’s has reared it’s head in my family through the years. Most noticeably with my mums mum and my dad’s dad.
Over time I though about my gran(mums mum) and how she was with me and my sister when we were young. She was every funny, witty, unbelievably intelligent yet in public she as a doting wife who did not say anything out of turn. Suppressing herself to suit polite society and it’s strange parameters. I often wondered why the change of face, as to a child it was a strange metamorphosis to behold.
My Grandad was a kind man from what I remember, I really do t remember to much else. However, where he lived didn’t denote the living space of an adventurer or explorer. He was happy with his lot and his wife and he never rocked the boat or liked the boat being rocked.
As u got older and learned that it was t just my gran who morphed in public from the private self. And that there were thousands who sat in retirement just withering away with a spouse who’s boats never left the harbour in their latter years, let alone rocked it.
I found myself with my gran one day at a home for the elderly, after the passing of her husband and my grandpa, chatting a bit about the weather, doing jigsaw and occasionally making light hearted remarks about the nurses. It occurred to me that with her, I had never had a conversation more meaningful than the best way to spread seaweed on the compost heap! Not that she wasn’t capable, she was a graduate from Ridgelands bible college, whilst my grandpa graduated from both Oxford and Cambridge, in a time when a degree was not to sniffed at. However, I always felt that she was holding something back and the same is true of my mum. There was the innate fear of rocking the boat. Suppression in its most terrible form, suppression of the true self.
Many years later mum said that gran had recessed to a time when she was 16 or 17 and every now and the. Would mention an old flame or her father and the horses. Forgetting who mum was, was one of the hardest things she had to face from gran. It was a person she knew but the brain wasn’t.
Over 60 years my gran had suppressed her true self to meet the needs of everyone else and as a result, as she got older and weaker of mind, she could no longer continue the Facade and her mind just Popped! Back to a time when she was most at one with herself.
This is in a nutshell, my theory on Alzheimer’s.
It’s is a state of mind caused by prolonged suppression of the true self. This In turn causes a mind-melt in later life.
In the same way a river cuts through soft land to find it’s natural path. If it is damned consigning it to unnatural constraints, then the pressure behind the dam increases and needs to be let out once in a while, if not, that damn breaches and causes massive amounts of damage to the surrounding area. In the case of the mind, this would be the family and friends.
This is so easily avoided and incredibly important to teach kids that, from an early age, to be themselves, be confident in there choices, abilities and to trust their intuition, is the only way to live a truly enjoyable life.

Camo #bike #waterfall #dumbledorset at Countryside – View on Path.

Camo #bike #waterfall #dumbledorset at Countryside – View on Path.

Submerged June 2014 - Ourra With Guest Ben T by Simon T (Ourra)

The trouble with trying to take pic of landscape over a bank holiday, is the inevitable ‘City type’ pissing on the roadside and checking his phone! #dumbledorset #invasion

The trouble with trying to take pic of landscape over a bank holiday, is the inevitable ‘City type’ pissing on the roadside and checking his phone! #dumbledorset #invasion

Now I’m up a tree, watching the deer #dumbledorset #danslajardinanglaise

Now I’m up a tree, watching the deer #dumbledorset #danslajardinanglaise

Energy levels high, brain function returning. Fresh pickings #danslajardinanglaise #dumbledorset Yagetme?

Energy levels high, brain function returning. Fresh pickings #danslajardinanglaise #dumbledorset Yagetme?

Les fleurs #danslajardinanglaise #dumbledorset

Les fleurs #danslajardinanglaise #dumbledorset