I've run out of material

I truly have an open book ahead of me (plus one possible arrangement next week). I was free from today onwards, and besides having an unwanted scene in the video I made of people shopping in Golders Green (tomorrow's history) meaning unless I find a program to fix it no one else will be seeing it have nothing but space ahead. As well as that non-event I can now announce my photos (3) appear in a new book for charity, I won't plug it but anyone who is interested in it leave a comment. The event is the official launch next week and if feel ok will turn up, take photos of the celebrities and bugger off. I'll decide on the day which is the only way I can handle these things. And when the doorbell rang this evening with no one expected it turned out to be my sexy neighbouring MP who may be standing here next time when the areas are merged. Besides seeing her on TV for years she was also single then and looking for a man, by the time I decided to send a message she had clearly moved on. But a nice surprise, she looks just as expected and very nice with it.

Besides a couple of hours of videos I may start watching later tomorrow the day remains unplanned. My filing has been started and washing done, and did want a rest after last week's activities (visitors/visits every day) but not 100%. With no one else in the house making my own entertainment is all there is, and can't keep coming up with ideas, and wouldn't need to if there was someone else to talk to, that would be enough. Funnily enough I did have two offers from women to stay here today, one from an ex who may need a room for a few days and the other from a married woman who wasn't really serious. She probably would otherwise but not much use after the event. And then only maybe for my mind, they so often do, screw a bastard and unload on me. No obvious answers to that one.

So the CV has increased, I have now had work published in a book at the age of just 50, so shows if you have something to offer and keep offering it (especially for nothing, although in this case I actually paid a little to buy the book as well) it will eventually be accepted. Not so myself apparently, as no single acceptable woman has yet coincided with interest in me since 2002. But I do my best and when I used to be able to follow up every possible lead spent years on dodgy blind dates and never scored with any but one of them. The usual venue was a pub, and unless the few who lived near me were at their end, from Essex to Surrey and all points between. A few saw me and ran (I saw them do it), the others were average (I'd seen photos by then, no shocks after 30 for me), but despite being quite happy to give them all a go none saw me more than a few times and didn't let me do anything before disappearing. I went anywhere more or less, paid for them and from what I remember need one who shares my sense of humour before she gets me. The rest seem to be from another planet (the boring one) and don't get me at all.

I've also seen an apparent lack of any supernatural events or spiritual progress recently. Everything seems very ordinary and although once you know it's not as simple as that it can still appear to be, and long enough to almost forget it is. I can't imagine what may happen next on that front, and wondering how long it will take to edit my video as well, a task you'd assume would be included with the camera. Nope. I admit things have gone pretty smoothly this week, a business issue has been sorted out, my sunglasses are being made and all food is here. I filled the free day today with no trouble at all, and shouldn't think about the next following besides an idea to fill it, which so far hasn't come to me. It's too cold to walk around much outside as I do when it is, could make another video few people will watch in another suburb like the others, and make a few dubious speculative phone calls when I get back. I never mind digging for gold but only when I know there is some there at all, however little. I may only turn up cat poop at this rate though.

Time and effort

I am pretty sure that the amount of effort put into anything besides specific jobs has no bearing on the outcome. I have put quantity over quality possibly in a few areas, such as spreading the word on global warming being purely a scheme to redistribute wealth, banning road humps and the like, along with my own personal career, and any results I've had (with the career anyway) have been simply from good ideas followed by other people calling me. Once I'd done my bit the actual usage was out of my hands. But the time spent for example on dating agencies, where I joined a couple at a time, went through profiles constantly and followed by regular dates got me sod all until a free internet site delivered one who lasted a short while before disaster struck. Just turning up at a friend's when the right woman is there and hitting it off involves no effort, it just means being in the right place at the right time. I've put lots of effort into many campaigns of all types recently and the results have been one old road sign painted (by me) and another promised by the council (who I trust as they've prepared it already).

But compare that with the emails I've sent and work I've submitted. Writing is considered work, seeing the huge amounts reporters earn (a lot more than therapists I can tell you), they can get an idea, as Boris Johnson explained, run it off in a couple of hours at home and earn thousands. He has proved my point alone but it is the case for national papers at least. I'm not saying I don't get the results sometimes but since my college courses have not been related to any amount of work I've put in. Of course it's balanced by areas I do bugger all in but then again probably do just as well there as any other which basically means why bother full stop?

So looking at the little I can do about my progress anywhere I am basically going with whatever flow happens, dealing on a reactive basis as even my own good ideas come when they feel like it and can't force them either. The Celestine Prophecy should easily be finished this week and at least that provides a framework for life I was already aware of so not something I've invented, observed and possibly got all wrong as whoever wrote it (and where he learnt it from) agreed. I know nothing of it's origins but will check that next. No plans this week, last week I worked more than I had for years (clearing my grandma's house is work as well as I'm an executor of the will), so welcome some free time although haven't a clue (besides taking my photo book to sell to the library) what else I'll do. But I only work day by day now and that's tomorrow's job along with food shopping on the return. I intend to spend more than usual on West Indian frozen meals since buying a test container, I've only seen them in one shop and worth an extra pound or so for the quality.

I've also joined the global warming is a lie type group on Facebook, and urging everyone to email the contact BBC News site to ask why they never seem to mention the accredited scientists who either never believed in it, or better still those like Dr Claude Allegre who realised what I always guessed, it was not something humans can control either way. Playing God is a phrase I've seen used, the arrogance of pretending they can stop our climate rising by more than 2', as if they even knew it was going to. Until the BBC and similar give equal reporting rights to both sides it's my duty to spread the word as I don't see any other fucker doing it. Except you Roger admittedly and someone I know called Dave in America who at least spreads it on our trivia site as well as myself. But considering the vast amount of data out there, all basically agreeing on the amount of CO2 we emit isn't enough to beat termite farts (they are one of the greatest causes) let alone volcanoes, yet the BBC are paid to ignore it. And governments give grants to scientists to in turn give them the green light to raise taxes. Anyone not under 24 hour care ought to get this one but there's nearly half a million people on the biggest stop global warming group on Facebook and only a few thousand on the biggest of the opposites. Hence the need to repeat, repeat and keep repeating until one person at a time gets fed up and checks what I'm talking about, and realises it may actually be true. Who the hell wants to feel stupid? But isn't it better to be released from a trap than stay there in comfort?

My cleaner returns after well over a month on Saturday with great relief, I've done a lot better than expected on my own although wouldn't last much longer. I will continue to practice looking at auras as I'd say it's the single most useful thing I can do, as increasing our own senses must be. Strangely everything I've seen this time round has been static, only growing and shrinking in size, whereas most in the past were either smoky or wispy. Auras are auras so unless I'm doing something differently wonder why although I am now also seeing colours (which I hardly ever did before) it's just a static glow rather than like a heat haze or pulsing energy. If I run out of places to go I can always do that but it wears you out after a while.
So not a clue what I'm doing as usual, other chores beckon as always but again as always can be delayed some time. I'm not really waiting for any more than the second sign to be painted, none of my other emails got me anywhere and most of the best (and worst) things come out of the blue anyway, although my new intuition exercise from the book is in early stages, first two produced nothing though but carrying on.

Week's roundup

As my energy returns I'm gradually able to do more and more I could before, and have been the last week or so as well. That is a relief I can tell you. Nearly all business rather than pleasure but have been able to wander round shopping centres again which is not easy with little energy or balance. Youtake nothing for granted again in your life when you were barely able to do anything.

So, life is going on regardless. I've got a lot done and out of the way, small media possibilities later on, and the rest is down to fate and inspiration. More business chores to do but less urgent at least. Where it is heading, if anything ever does, is anyone's guess. Like if I settle for a retarded girlfriend as she is attractive and harmless, that is assuming she ever decides she wants me? Not technically retarded but functionally, meaning that is the actual impression her problems give. That won't change as far as I know, but fate again will step in and make the decision for me, well she will and the fact there isn't anyone else. But better than a kick in the teeth should it actually happen.
Inconclusive events continue as well, my hypnotic regression to see if I'd been abducted by aliens has been carried out and I was fluent and consistent. Rather than focus on the very basic and unconvincing event, not so much a memory as a vision of one, but whether it has connected me to a higher source of intelligence. I was answering questions of a pretty technical nature, often as if being told the answers and it all held together at the end. I'll see if it continues now and report back.

So, looking ahead, various things are possible and others the usual daily plans like a trip to Hanwell for photos of local features. I've run out of many places but Hanwell probably has its moments. I'm also simplifying my global warming message to a list of claims and truth which shouldn't take to long to create. They are the enemy as they are diverting resources from genuine causes and costing the ordinary people (you as well) a fucking fortune. What exactly are they spending the money on to stop global warming once they get it? Mainly to pay for Iraq. Problem-reaction-solution. Once you learn their methods they become totally transparent. I repeat them as until the majority believe it they'll win.

Blogging is back

Well I think now blogger have set our profile links this medium will soon be revived, maybe even busier than 'old blogger' which was 100 times better than the new one, like most modern transformations. Where simplify means ripoff and streamline means abolish. Labour bollockspeak.

Anyway, it's been a mixture of weddings and funerals, metaphorically speaking, in Kingsbury at the moment. Women of various types are coming and going, with none providing all my needs and few providing more than a bare minimum. More than usual anyway. I'm also running out of places to take photos, inevitable really, although I have to order some prints soon while there's a free offer and 2 books for the price of one. Otherwise business as usual, no work at all at the moment which doesn't really matter, and little else. Back to planning no more than the next day if possible, but today not at all in advance as there was nothing to do besides a couple of things either stopped by the rain or a person's holiday absence. None more than routine trips, although at least my mobile phone was quickly and easily replaced yesterday so my 100s of customers (both of them, one who seems to have finished) can call me.

But hopefully I can now write expecting people to read it, and remind the new arrivals I've been blogging for the last year with no links so may be worth doing a bit of searching back for anything you would have missed. There's plenty there if there's nothing on TV. Like right now. Or the radio or really the internet. Hard with no one here to talk to. The seeds of insanity, stress and depression there. Anyway, I hope I find many more blogs to read now I can and it'll soon be like the old times or better. No comments for months till then.