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It’s only Wednesday and its been an eventful week already.  Some good and some bad events.  What with me quitting my job (good news cus I got what I wanted and achieved my goal),  news of two deaths, my uncle’s and my friend’s mum (I won’t insult your intelligence by defining these!),  trying to find an employment lawyer to validate my final compromise agreement with my employer, some interpreting jobs that just came about and of course I never refuse them because they are so few and far in between, trying to edit a website in html code, and the pain in my neck, remnants of a muscle spasm I had last week and all my other usual chores.

Yesterday afternoon I got the contract sorted and today, since I was going to be in the area, I thought I deliver it by hand to make sure it doesn’t get lost in the post.

So I set off this morning around 11 am.  On the bus, almost lost in deep  thoughts, felt kinda nostalgic, mostly pensive about my uncle as it’s his funeral today – that’s in California so there is about an 8 hour time difference.

All my childhood memories of my uncle were keeping me somewhat preoccupied.  As a young girl, probably around 11, 12 years old, I remember that he and one of my cousins were Tehran’s casanovas.  He was swanky, Good looking, well dressed, highly educated, he was a civil engineer, All that and of course his extreme sense of humour, you know the kind only a stand up comedian possess, made him popular and irresistable to young women.

He used to throw parties that were the talk of the town and drove sports cars that turned heads in the street.

After he finally got married and settled down I used to spend a lot of time at his house with him and his wife.  She used to give me these really pretty nightdresses to wear whenever I stayed the night over and he always made me lough and gave me little pretty presents.  I especially remember a little broach he gave me when I was about 13.  It was a little hat with a blue ribbon and colourful tiny flowers and I loved it.

His son, my cousin would be arranging the funeral today and preparing himself for a speech.  What a difficult job for him I thought, since I know how much he loved his dad and how close they were.  It was so transparent when I saw them together not so long ago in London.

I felt a couple of tears rolling down my cheek and falling on my lap. Can’t believe he’s gone even though I know his memory will live on.

They say when you are about to die, your whole life flashes in front of you.  It may be true, I don’t know yet but I know from experience that this also happens when someone you know and are close to dies. Their life and your memories of them is animated and that I suppose is how in reality they don’t just pass away, they actually become immortal. 

I had a pounding headache but I sudenly realised that the headache is not from all these deep thoughts, but from hearing this guy stting  right behind me on the bus talking really loudly, on his mobile phone, in a language I didn’t even recognise!   I mean this guy was talking without taking a breath.  I noticed he was talking as soon as I got on the bus- this is fifteen minutes later and he’s still at it!

Finally I got so peed off with his voice that I turned around and very calmly and quietly said:  “Are you ever going to stop talking? Or should I lose my temper and use the F word?” 

He stopped almost instantly.  All quiet again I carried on with my thoughts but didn’t miss that a few fellow passengers gave me the thumbs up for shutting this guy up!

The tube train I use to get to work was unusually crowded this morning, This was promising to be a bad Friday and a tiresome end to a long working week. Not only I had to wait for the train  over 15 minutes on a cold, wet and windy platform, it was absolutely chok-a- block when it pulled in.  I had to squeeze myself in. 

To give you a graphic visualisation of how full the compartments were; open a tin of sardines!

 Forget about personal space! We were rubbing against each other!  It got so hot, that I had to take my jacket off.  That wasn’t without struggle but at least made me feel a little cooler.  However, I don’t think it was a brilliant idea because it left me rather thinly covered and as a result I was able to feel everyone’s bulges! 

 We were so closely stuck to one another  I could honestly feel people’s body parts rubbing against me. 

 In particular I could feel something from behind me so I turned around to assess the situation, some people could take advantage of a situation like this! it was actually a nice young man and he had several other people stuck to him on either side of him so he was unable to move.

 Just at this moment the train came to a sudden halt causing me to lose my balance.  In trying not to fall over, although it was not possible to fall because of all the people around, I had to make a 180 degree turn to secure my feet and ended up chest to chest against the guy! Now if I had my jacket on, it would not have been as dramatic as it was.   I mean we were practically stuck to one another for about 30 seconds! Not able to move at all and I’m sure he could feel my bulges as much as I could feel his!!

 Fortunately, he seemed to be just as amused as I was and actually saw the funny side of it.  We looked at one another and had no choice but to giggle really laud.  

 He said “look at us! I’m really sorry” I said “really?  You’re telling me you didn’t enjoy that?”  We laughed again simultaneously and he said “yes I did actually! How was it for you?”  “ I’m not complaining!” I Said.  And we laughed. “I’m just sorry it was so brief!” he said , “ yes, so am I” I said ” I don’t know who you are but felt so close to you for a while!”  Laughter!

 By this time the train pulled into the destination station and as soon as the doors opened everyone practically fell out!

 Even though my short tube journey to work can be quite stressful, sometimes things happen that can make it fun and memorable.  This was one of those things, also what made my day even brighter was the busker at  South Kensington station playing “Take Five” on his Alto Sax, even though he wasn’t all that good a player, it was still very refreshing and so appropriate for me.

 So today was a good day.  Almost like a five minute break from the usual drudgery.  It started well, although it didn’t at first look too promising what with the rainy day and train delays…!

I met a delightful old English lady with a posh accent at the A&E the other day while I was waiting for an x ray of my injured knee.

The waiting area was no more than a short corridor with seats on either side, not enough seats for everyone. So when she arrived, accompanied by her nurse/carer,
I guessed she was eastern European from her accent, I got up and offered my seat. She sat down and soon another seat was vacated on the opposite side so I sat down.

She had her arm in a sling, and from the conversation she was having with her nurse I gathered she had fallen and broken her arm.

After abut five minutes, she started talking with her nurse about having a party, going home to get a shot of Whisky and apologising to the nurse for having to sit there and wait.

“ is there only one X ray room for all these people?” “ there aren’t even enough seats for everyone!”.

There were 13 people sitting on the chairs and 3 people standing but No one uttered a word. I said “ just what I was thinking”. She looked at me with a sweet smile on her face. Obviously glad that someone was interacting with her.

Then she looked around and said in a rather loud voice “ why is everyone here so miserable?” and the nurse said “ “shush Elizabeth!” She giggled and started signing:

“A cigarette that bears a lipstick’s traces
An airline ticket to romantic places
And still my heart has wings
These foolish things remind me of you”

She didn’t remember the rest of the lyrics, but this was just enough for me to remember the music in my head. I had to look it up on YouTube afterwards, both the lyrics and the song. I’ve got Rod Stewart’s version here which I like the most:

Then the old lady- let’s call her by her name- Elizabeth, looked at this fat man who was standing just outside the seating area in the corner and said to her nurse in a sort of a loud whisper “ look he is so fat, he probably wouldn’t fit on these small chairs!” and the nurse was going “ shush Elizabeth, you’re so naughty!”. I couldn’t help but have a look – he was standing just out of my sight so I had to slightly get up and look round.

Then I looked back at Elizabeth and we both smiled. I said, “You know, you’re right. His jacket alone could probably cover the hole in the ozone layer!” and both burst out laughing!!

It’s never fun to be sitting in a hospital waiting room, but thanks to Elizabeth and her cheerful presence, I really had a great time that day.

  Did you know

Crackers were invented by Thomas J. Smith of London in 1847.He got the idea from the French bon-bon sweets that he encountered when he was in Paris. 

This was actually a developmnet of his own bon-bon style sweets which he sold in a twist of paper. He noted that these sweets sold well around Christmas time but slumped, after Christmas was over.

Smith began to come up with new promotional ideas. His first tactic was to insert mottos into the wrappers of the sweets ( inspired by fortune cookies), but this had only limited success.

Then came the copycats and he had to come up with a new idea to beat competition, so he started inserting motos into the crackers, usually love poems because most of his initial customers were men who bought the sweets for their other half!

He was inspired to add the “crackle” element when he heard the crackle of a log he had just put on the fire.

The size of the paper wrapper had to be increased to incorporate the banger mechanism, and the sweet itself was eventually dropped, to be replaced by a small gift.

The new product was initially marketed as the Cosaque (i.e., Cossack), but the onomatopoeic “cracker” soon became the commonly used name, as rival varieties were introduced to the market.

The other elements of the modern cracker, the gifts, paper hats and varied designs, were all introduced by Tom Smith’s son, Walter Smith, to differentiate his product from the many copycat cracker manufacturers which had suddenly sprung up.

Tom Smith Christmas Crackers is still in business and makes Christmas crackers annually for the Royal Family of Great Britain.

Talk about one man’s inspiration and 162 years of continuous success!

Sounds like a real cracker doesn’t it?  But actually it’s rather inspirational to think that one man’s simply ingenious idea has been used for over 100 years by millions of people in 4 continent and most those who use it don’t even know where it came from.

Most people give up at the first hurdle, or first little bump they get on their way to achieving success. This man just kept reinventing this simple idea and is still in business today. That is simply Remarkable!

Examples of modern Christmas cracker jokes:

Q: Where do the fish get their petrol from?

A: Shell

Q:  Why did the orange go to the Dr?

A: Because he wasn’t peeling well!

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I got the following text  in an email from my brother, who is always sending me great stuff.    At the end of the message it said “if you think this will help please forward to everyone you know”  so I’m posting it here to share it with my readers. Needless to say I think this is from a Creative thinker who doesn’t  just sit there and criticise everything and moan about what the politicians are doing wrong without having the faintest idea what should be done.

This is from an article in the St. Petersburg Times Newspaper on Sunday.   The Business Section asked readers for ideas on “How Would You Fix the Economy?”  
                                                                 
I think this guy nailed it!                                                

“Dear Mr. President,

Please find below my suggestion for fixing America’s  economy.  Instead of giving billions of dollars to companies that will squander the money on lavish parties and unearned bonuses, use the following plan. You can call it the Patriotic Retirement Plan:                                                  

There are about 40 million people over 50 in the work force. – Pay them $1 million apiece severance for early retirement with the following stipulations:  

                                                             
  1) They MUST retire.. Forty million job openings – Unemployment fixed.    

  2) They MUST buy a new American CAR. Forty million cars ordered – Auto Industry fixed.                                                            

  3) They MUST either buy a house or pay off their mortgage – Housing Crisis  fixed.                                                                    
 

 It can’t get any easier than that!                                        

P.S. If more money is needed, have all members in Congress and their constituents pay their taxes….and Mr. President…while you’re at it…make congress retire on Social Security and Medicare…I’ll bet both programs would be fixed…pronto!!  ”

Do you agree this is a feasible idea?  then leave a comment, let’s share.

You’ve probably always known this deep down, but never believed it.  You may have thought you were the only person who thinks this way, you may have felt uncomfortable to even talk about it with anyone else, thinking you may be totally wrong!

But this is true.  Remember The Matrix?  Did you have to watch it more than once to understand it?

Well, read this and read it more than once because this is not only true, it’s exactly what’s going on.

Thank you to Veronica, of the Chapman family for this excellent introduction to Freeman on the land.

A freeman (I mean woman too, throughout this piece) is someone who knows who they are. Think how you would define yourself.

Most of you will say human being, some will say person. I intend to show you, that you are not a person. YOU are a flesh and blood human being.

You were born free. Unfortunately, you were born into a system that requires your slavery. Yes, I said slavery. Each of us, before we could express a choice, was sold into this system. In exchange for benefits, for certain “rights” and privileges (more on this later).

How did this happen? Your parents registered your birth. Innocently they registered you, with the threat of a fine, and the imposing, pressurising word “MUST” upon their heads. What they didn’t know, was that the word “MUST” means something different. It does not mean you are obliged. In the legal world, MUST is another word used for MAY.

So, in essence, your parents were tricked into registering your birth. Why, then, are the government so desperate to have us all registered and counted, checked and filed?

Because their system relies on us, selling our labour, paying taxes, paying their fixed penalty notices to keep the massive deception going.

What happens if you REGISTER something? You are simply recording it, right? Showing it is your property and you are the rightful owner, right? WRONG. By registering you are giving away your owner’s rights, and you are retaining rights of use and enjoyment on their terms. Car, house, kids.

By registering you, your parents gave up the right to have a say in how you are brought up. They did not do this deliberately, they were tricked.

By registering you, they are creating the LEGAL FICTION that is your PERSON. A corporation (for that is what our government is) cannot act upon a flesh and blood human being. They need to create something which can CONTRACT with them.

And that thing is the PERSON. Your birth certificate is evidence of your PERSON.

So, right now, you are thinking, this is nuts. She is talking rubbish. Who is she calling a slave?  I am free to do as I please. I vote, I follow the news, this is not possible. We have elected government and they work for us, right? WRONG.

You have been given the illusion of change of government. Put simply, when you vote for a political party you are voting in a different set of directors for the corporation that is the United Kingdom (UK PLC, United Kingdom LTD, etc). Don’t believe me?

Party politics is an illusion, it does not exist. The politicians are so removed from the people that they are not even bothering to keep up the pretence anymore.

Witness David Cameron thanking Demos, the left wing think tank, for their input into his policy. Witness Peter Mandelson and George Osborne sniggering together about their little trip on a yacht with dodgy Russian businessmen.

Witness MPs from around the country stating on the record that they are NOT there to represent the people. Still think our government represents us?

Our government is a company. Like any other company, it has rules. These rules are what we think are the Law of this land. But what we are not told is there are different types of law.

How many times have you heard someone say, “Oh, you can’t do anything about that, it’s the law”, or words to that effect? Most of what we think is law is, in actual fact STATUTE. There is a very crucial difference between statute and law.

A STATUTE is “an Act of Parliament given the force of law by the consent of the governed.” Look at that: CONSENT. If you don’t consent to it, it doesn’t apply to you. There is only one true law in this country, Common Law. You only break the law if you harm another person or their property, steal from someone or breach the peace. That is all you need to know.

Have you ever wondered how it is that you can be governed by all these “laws” but actually, when you read them, you don’t understand a word, and you need a lawyer to tell you what the law is? How can a human being be bound by something that he doesn’t understand?

The law of STATUTES is the law of CONTRACT. And we, as human beings, have the right to decline to contract. But, if we don’t know that we are being invited to contract, our silence acts as acceptance.

What has this got to do with the PERSON? Remember I said that the corporation needs a way of contracting with you and bringing you into their system, providing them with money?

They do it through your PERSON. You are not a person, you HAVE a person. They do it through tricking you into thinking that you are a PERSON and there are obligations that you MUST fulfil.

Remember what MUST means? As a flesh and blood human being you have the right to say no thanks, when offered a contract. Get this straight: you are not a PERSON. You have a PERSON. 

So what does this mean then? Let me give you an example. You receive a fixed penalty NOTICE through the post, for speeding. (Remember, forget how you have been taught…speeding is not a common law offence that hurts or causes loss to another human being).

What do you think when you get this NOTICE? You think it is a demand for payment, because you have done something wrong and you must pay for it. WRONG. A NOTICE is an OFFER to contract. You can decline. If you sign the notice and send payment, you (as flesh and blood human being) are agreeing to act for your PERSON. You are under no obligation to do so.

 Money

“There is no more direct way to capture control of a nation than through its credit and money system.” – Phillip A. Benson, President of American Bankers’ Association, 1939.

“There are two ways to conquer and enslave a nation. One is by the sword. The other is by debt.” -John Adams.

“Give me control of a nation’s money and I care not who makes its’ laws.” – Mayer Amschel Bauer Rothschild.

What is money, and where does it come from?

Take a bank note out of your purse or wallet. Look carefully at the front. What does it say?
It says: “I promise to pay the bearer on demand the sum of…..pounds.”
What does this tell you? That money has no value in itself. It is a piece of paper, given value by common agreement, by belief in its value.

Money is printed by a private company (Bank of England, Federal Reserve etc.) and lent to the government, with interest. In return these governments give the banksters (bankers/gangsters) bonds or gilts.

Every single bank note has interest attached to it. In effect, this means that the system is propped up with debt. Debts can never be repaid, as all there is to pay the debt is more debt. This continues for perpetuity, or until the system implodes.

The system is imploding now, as we speak, and governments are desperately trying to prop up the system by pumping more debt into it.

When someone gives you a demand for payment, what can you pay it with, if money itself is debt?
Credit cards, loans, mortgages etc.

When you borrow money from a bank in the form of credit, all that happens is that new money is created, and given to you. They take your signature on the signed credit agreement, and use that as a promissory note, i.e. the promise of your future labour. There was no liability created by them lending the money.

This money that has been created, and that is backed by your signature, is your money.

So you are paying your own money back to the banks WITH INTEREST!
Why do you think banks are so keen to get your signature? Because that signature (your property don’t forget) is a valuable commodity.


I will leave it to you to work out the implications.

(As simplified as I can make them, based on the work of Robert-Arthur: Menard, Mary-Elizabeth: Croft and (to some extent Winston Shrout and Irene-Maus: Gravenhorst). Basically it is their work, tweaked a bit by re-writing, and removing ‘God’ – thereby reducing it to absolute fundamentals)

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Some years ago when I was in Madrid, I bought a pair of canvas shoes, you know the type with rope hills and a very long strap that you had to zig zag around your ankle before tying!  They were really comfortable and were quite in fashion at the time. 

When I got back to London I wished I had bought more than one pair.  The best thing about them was that despite 3inch high hills, they didn’t make a sound when you walked.  The one thing I hate about high hills is that Clip clap noise they make when you walk.

Anyway, a couple of weeks ago I saw a woman wearing similar shoes, I was compelled to go and ask her where she bough them from and she said “Primark”.  Now I hate that shop.  I never go there.  Not because I am a snub, I just don’t like the clutter.  And I did try a shirt there once it was so badly cut it felt like a straight jacket!! So I haven’t gone back there since.

But this time I thought, I’m gonna get me a pair of those shoes.  So I went there and sure enough they had them, in a really disorderly fashion, they were just all over the place, some were missing the straps, some were heaped all over the floor and they were all in stupid colours like Salmon pink, turquoise blue or bright yellow. 

No functional colours like black or white.  But they were also stupidly cheap!  So I bought a pair of yellow ones and thought “I will paint these white” and if it doesn’t work, it wouldn’t matter because they were so cheap!  I bought a can of spray paint that I thought was white.

Came home, used masking tape to cover the rope hills and took the shoes into the balcony to spray them.  It was only when I started spraying that I realised I had bought a can of red spray paint!

Shoot! I thought. But never mind.  I carried on spraying and they actually turned out quite OK.  That’s how I ended up with a pair of red shoes.  So how is that for a whole load of talk about nothing!!

 Here’s a picture of my red shoes!!