Water Looks to be on the Low Side

Many of the flowers in the garden are around a fortnight late this year. This possibly due to lack of water. During the winter Le Jaudy failed to breech his banks and there has been a lack of rain. This is the first time in four years, with no breech.

Here in Brittany, it does rain quite a bit, usually. We normally have to work around the weather.

This afternoon I have been continuing my repairs on the pond. The cat litter bentonite has a large internal surface area and absorbs a lot of water. It also becomes a bit like potter’s clay when wet enough. It expands and clumps. I rammed a biodegradable bag or two of it down the coypu hole and punctured the bags to let water in. Where I repaired the hole before there has been a bit of subsidence. A few wheelbarrows of dirt later and that has been filled. On the news several French departments are already worried about water.

I am reminded of Jean de Florette. It is a good job I am not trying to raise bunnies…


Tomorrow after buying some petrol. I will completely fill the pond to test my repairs. Fingers crossed there will be less leakage.

Last year it got very low and I started to worry about the fish. Mr Heron however was very happy.

If it is a long hot summer, there could again be restrictions. At the moment there is enough to drink.


I have broken the wood palette up into kindling size pieces and it looks as though we have six to eight weeks of kindling. Next while it is warm, we shall try to source a big batch of firewood ready for winter. I already have one shed full of home grown. In principle wood is cheaper to buy in summer.

We shall see how the year pans out…

The former owner told us we could take 5% of the flow of the river. But the prefecture can ban this, so we will stick to what they advise. Maybe we should wash the cars just in case even though it is not their birthday…

First pass guess is that it is going to be on the dry side this summer.

Storms Coming Dream 15-05-23.

Here is last night’s dream.

The dream starts on a quay, a harbour, in England. The stone quay snakes off into the sea from the sea front and the sea in the harbour is getting choppy. I am there with David Attenborough and we are looking out to sea. He is dressed in a light coloured “desert” suit and I am in black trousers and sweater. In the distance we can see a rain squall out at sea. The sky is getting dark and ominous.


He says that this storm, incoming, is going to be a whopper and that we had better batten down the hatches. We look around and find a large wooden tea chest. I place this behind a harbour wall and put some lead weights in the bottom. We find some thick pieces of wood which we use to strengthen the tea chest. David gets into the chest and I go off to find some nails. I come back to the chest and get in too. I fasten the lid down with some nails from the inside of the chest. We can hear the storm approaching us in our claustrophobic but safe tea chest. We both know that the storm is to do with war and climate change.


The scene changes to “my” white villa which is on a Greek island. The floor tiles are deep red and the roof tiles tera cotta. My villa is set back from the main seafront and behind a seafront restaurant. The weather is building into a storm of epic proportions. I go and fill the swimming pool so that there will be drinking water after the storm.  Various people flee the harbour restaurant and take refuge in the villa. In the panic there are no social niceties. Everyone is scared except me.

I am in a back room and others are milling about. In the next room there are many women and children waiting to use the toilet. There is angst and chatter.

The scene changes and I am sat in the in house cinema in seat number 16 watching the storm unfold around and onto the island on a big cinema screen. There are a couple of others with me in the cinema and we are astounded by the awesome nature of the storm and the waves. Once the storm has passed, I go back into the main house.

There are a few people milling about. I let some of them know that this is my villa. They thank me for the shelter.

I see a young woman and her young boy and go over to speak to them. I check that they are OK. I explain what has happened. The internet connection has been down she says. I pick up my laptop and we go down to sit at one of the tables in the restaurant. I show her a time sequence of how the storm front has passed over the island. I explain to her that this storm is by way of a precursor and that there are much bigger storms waiting out in the Atlantic. I ask her where she is staying and she says up in the mountains. I reckon that she has several hours to get there before the next storm front arrives. I show her this on the screen. I advise her to leave.

I go around my villa and am glad that we did not need the water in the pool. I am confident that it can withstand the storms because it was built with this purpose in mind.

Dream ends.

What Happens to Crackpots?

Not all views are fashionable and people can be labelled as crackpots especially if they are way ahead of their time expressing inter alia environmental concerns. They can have fun poked at them and be genuinely derided.


Yet unless people champion the so called crackpot agenda, nothing much changes. Insensitive and greedy society continues to consume willy-nilly. Yesterday’s weirdos are today’s eco-warriors.

In a few hours someone once seen as fringe and a nut-job will be on TV all over the world!!

There is hope for the world and it is perhaps in the hands of the derided, the ridiculed and the ostracised.

North American Indian Quotes

“We will be known forever by the tracks we leave.”

– Dakota Tribe

“May the stars carry your sadness away, may the flowers fill your heart with beauty, may hope forever wipe away your tears, and, above all, may silence make you strong.”

– Chief Dan George, Tsleil-Waututh Nation

“Humankind has not woven the web of life. We are but one thread within it. Whatever we do to the web, we do to ourselves. All things are bound together. All things connect.”

– Chief Seattle, Duwamish

“We must protect the forests for our children, grandchildren and children yet to be born. We must protect the forests for those who can’t speak for themselves such as the birds, animals, fish and trees.”

– Qwatsinas (Hereditary Chief Edward Moody), Nuxalk Nation

“The Great Spirit is in all things. He is in the air we breathe. The Great Spirit is our Father, but the Earth is our Mother. She nourishes us…That which we put into the ground she returns to us.”

– Big Thunder Wabanaki, Algonquin

“If the white man wants to live in peace with the Indian, he can live in peace… Treat all men alike. Give them all the same law. Give them all an even chance to live and grow. All men were made by the same Great Spirit Chief. They are all brothers. The Earth is the mother of all people, and all people should have equal rights upon it…”

– White Elk

“All who have died are equal.”

– Comanche People

“There is no death. Only a change of worlds.”

 – Chief Seattle, Suquamish Chief

“When it comes time to die, be not like those whose hearts are filled with the fear of death, so when their time comes, they weep and pray for a little more time to live their lives over again in a different way. Sing your death song and die like a hero going home.”

 – Chief Aupumut in 1725, Mohican.

“A very great vision is needed and the man who has it must follow it as the eagle seeks the deepest blue of the sky.”

 – Crazy Horse, Sioux Chief

“What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset.”

 – Crowfoot, Blackfoot warrior, and orator

“Grown men can learn from very little children for the hearts of the little children are pure. Therefore, the Great Spirit may show to them many things which older people miss.”

– Black Elk, Oglala Sioux Holy Man

“All things share the same breath – the beast, the tree, the man, the air shares its spirit with all the life it supports.”

 – Chief Seattle, Suquamish Chief

“I am poor and naked, but I am the chief of the nation. We do not want riches, but we do want to train our children right. Riches would do us no good. We could not take them with us to the other world. We do not want riches. We want peace and love.”

 – Chief Red Cloud (Makhipiya-Luta) Sioux Chief

Advice – tiefes Wasser

It is not uncommon for people to get out of their depth very quickly. Especially when they encounter a situation with which they are unfamiliar, full of bravado they can steam ahead convinced that they “know-it-all”. There is no point giving people who are already “omniscient” advice. They need to find out the boundaries of their knowledge for themselves, they may only do this in retrospect long after they have left the sanctuary of what they actually know.


People learn better by mistake than advice. This is true.

I can recall numerous occasions when I have given advice, sometimes solicited and sometimes not. In some cases when the advice has been ignored {usually because it required effort} people have landed up deep in the brown stuff of their own making. It is a bit silly but I cannot force anyone to listen to me. I have warned people when they have been getting out of their depth with their “cunning plans” but often if they are already in a hole, they simply continue to dig. Rarely do they actually end up in Australia.

To assume that detailed knowledge in one system, one society, is transferrable to another is the approach of a fool. To experiment with an open mind is a tad more wise. People can be arrogant, cocky and ignorant, they may be very unaware.

We like to watch the TV programme Dragons’ Den. There is a very large back catalogue. Yet when people come into pitch they have not done their homework concerning valuation, or P&L, profit and loss. The dragons go through roughly the same iteration show after show, with minor variations. It is formulaic. This should be bleeding obvious. Despite all the evidence available from previous shows people still enter the den ill prepared and unrealistic. They end up in deep water and out of their depth.  

Don’t people do their homework?

Do they simple cross their fingers as they fly across the sky on their unicorns?

People can think all sorts of things are good ideas, like AI and robots. It seems wise, but down the line there may be unseen consequences. Humanity will learn by its mistakes, it may not be advised by the “warnings” of science fiction. The ideas are way too groovy, let’s forget about the downside.


If in a hole like the climate crisis, humanity will try every possible avenue, no matter how ridiculous so that it does not have to change its ways. There is the idea of “permanent” carbon capture and storage to offset air miles. There is plenty of money to spend on various research in the hope of keeping on doing exactly what we are doing.  The inventions may get ever more inventive and perhaps desperate. There is only one planet there is no planet B in the goldilocks range, close by.

There is much less research on societal overhaul and change!!

People rarely stand still and truly take stock. You never know who might be reading this blog. Perhaps they have tried to advise others to no avail.  


When people are in “deep water” as a group, there is a tendency to have a conflab within the group and seek a solution from within the consciousness, mind, and mores of said group. Although no such solution can be found within these pre-set boundary conditions people can iterate ad infinitum, so long as the status quo is not threatened.

The dog rarely catches its own tail.

A frog trapped at the bottom of a well may be an expert on the well, its social order and the flora and fauna of the well. It has never seen the ocean and it is probably unaware that there is even such a thing.

Doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results has been defined as insanity I am led to believe.

Truth, Telekinesis and the Penny

I will start this off with a question:

Are human beings capable of telekinesis?


If you watch “Stranger Things” and are a fan of eleven you might think so. Who knows what Langley has sanctioned in terms of sensory deprivation chambers, experiments with LSD and the like. The plot of movies suggest that chemical experimentation can unleash hidden capabilities. I have tried old-fashioned hallucinogens like acid and mushrooms but I still have to use a key to open doors.


“the penny dropped”

If you say the penny dropped, you mean that someone suddenly understood or realized something.

[mainly British, informal]

‘Did he know who you are?’—’I think so. I think the penny dropped.



There are unwelcome and inconvenient truths which people do not wish to accept or even countenance. They go out of their way not to understand or realize. An example being climate change. People have heard about it but they have not bought in to the seriousness. They are happy farting about with social media, traveling great distances for Instagram photos and jerking off to/with their mobile ‘phones.

The emergency will be tomorrow, maybe.

The penny has not dropped. We are up shit creek in a barbed wire canoe without a paddle.

Human beings can hold this penny {amongst others} up and stop it from dropping. Any truth we do not wish to hear or assimilate can be held off by telekinesis. For if the penny drops the consequences are not wanted or liked.


Have you ever stopped a penny from dropping in your consciousness?

Are you therefore able to practise telekinesis?

If so, for how long?

2025 and Millions of First-Degree Initiates

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The Tibetan suggests that by the year 2025 there will be millions of first-degree initiates in incarnation. He does not say if they will be adult or freshly born. This means by 2045 there will be millions of adult initiates, just as the planet is getting a lot hotter.

In order to be a first-degree initiate, one has to have been an accepted disciple in the ashram of some Master or other.  One would have to have worked at discipleship across many lifetimes. The notion of service will run pure in their blood.

This suggestion by the Tibetan means that the externalisation is well underway and is of a truly massive scale.

We might speculate that there are 100 times fewer initiates of second degree. Which would mean 10,000 initiates of the second degree and perhaps 100 of the third degree and one of the fourth.

The Tibetan said millions plural.

This back of a fag packet speculation suggests quite a lot of initiates.

These are likely to be possessed of a good intellect and to be found therefore in appropriate employ.

You could even be working with an initiate unbeknownst to you.

It is possible even that you are yourself an initiate but that the recollection has not registered in brain consciousness. This is more likely for the first two degrees {according to the text}. If I understand it correctly at the third one knows for sure and beyond doubt.

Elsewhere the Tibetan mentions that the Council will meet at Shamballa in 2025 and decide its next actions.

If there is to be mass initiation that implies a genuine and widespread crisis. For the backdrop of crisis accompanies the initiatory process.

The world is hurtling towards an environmental crisis as Mach 3.

People do not want to let go of acquisitional materialism, air travel and funky silicon-based gadgets. Nor do they want the sea level to rise and the climate to get worse. They desire economic “growth” not spiritual growth.

People want to have their cake and eat it too…

Something will have to budge…

Flood Tempest Dream 21-03-23

This dream coincides with the vernal equinox, it comes after the IPCC climate change report is made public and after I tried to download same.

The dream starts with us inside a building made of concrete. From the room we are in I can hear a gale blowing outside and rain lashing the building. It is night. The tempest comes in waves, there is loud followed by quiet and lull. The tempest is severe and as dawn approaches its force starts to wane a little.

Just after dawn, I leave the room and go out onto a terrasse. I look down at the river below it is a torrent and in flood. It runs past the outbuildings of the house which we are in. This is not our house. The river is brown and raging. From time to time I can see a tree being swept along in it. I call to the wife to come see. She joins me on the terrasse.  

As we watch the river in flood its level continues to increase. It sweeps away a shed like out building and a veranda which is a part of the house we are in. It leaves a “cliff” of several metres height where the foundations once were. The river is truly raging. We know that where we are standing is safe. We look across to the other side of the river and the trees there are largely flattened and the field in which there was once crops is very badly wind damaged and flattened. We see debris of other buildings in the river. We go inside to look for breakfast. The ‘phone lines are dead and the electricity supply is intermittent.

After breakfast we head uphill along the lanes to explore. The lanes have evidence of gravel having been washed down. We round the corner and look at where the forest once was. 90% of the trees have been flattened by the wind. There is a scene of devastation. There has been a fire there possibly caused by lightning strike. We move on and into the village. People are cleaning up after the flood. The river still rages at the bottom of the hill.  

We are joined by L and the three of us move off together back towards our house. There are now three dreamers. We show L the devastation of the river and the remains of the buildings, pointing out where the river has washed the foundations away. She finds it difficult to believe. Together we sense that this is a beginning and not and end. We go inside.

Alexandros, a dreaming nagal’s courier, arrives at the door. He and I go down to the port to look at the damage there. The road is strewn with debris but we can navigate it. When we get to the port, into which the river flows, there is disarray. Many of the boats have been wrecked. Others have been washed out to sea. The blue fishing nets and buoys are scattered. The harbour wall is intact. On the port quay the fishermen are assessing the damage. They are witing for the tide to go fully out and the river to subside before they venture out. The wind has died down and there is a sense of aftermath. There is a sense that this dream is a taste of things to come.

Dream ends.

Relative Freedom to Speak

Yesterday I questioned whether economic “growth” can help to slow planetary warming. It is my opinion that it cannot, it will exacerbate it causing more heating. People, in particular politicians, are unwilling to let go of the “growth” mantra because without it there would be a gaping policy void. They pin their election hopes on this notion.

What would we do without an economic policy which has brought so much inequality, wealth for a few {and happiness for millions} via the exploitation of natural resources in other people’s lands?

I will speculate that were I employed at a well-funded august institution with strong links to corporate sponsors, I would be unable to state the above opinion in public without censure of some kind. The corporates might indicate, over a quiet canapé, that such a view is unlikely to enhance chances for future funding. We cannot have radicals upsetting the boat / gravy train / PR opportunity. Research funding is the raison d’être for many ambitious institutions. Upon which side is the bread buttered?

Because I can be seen as an eccentric git, living in the wilds with no power by association I can offer my opinion. Lacking institutional kudos few are likely to take me seriously and I can be written off. As a “nobody” I have a relative freedom to speak. I am not even worth bothering about. I can be classified as a disgruntled burn-out has-been who is a failure and who was unable to hack it in the topflight. He is a loner, a weirdo, and an outcast.

I have no “superiors”, no line manager, no boss, to call me in for a word. I do not belong to any societies from which my membership might be withdrawn. There is not a blind dog’s chance that I will ever seek any research grant funding ever again.

I can have a chat with the cat and the heron, but they are not concerned with human politics.

So, I have a relative freedom to speak if only to and with myself…

Will Economic Growth Slow Planetary Warming?

In the UK people, politicians, chant the mantra of economic growth. It will, by magic, put more money into the treasury and be the answer to all our woes. We have had growth before and yet social injustice and financial inequity persist. The wand of growth lacks efficacy and generality. It is perhaps a false God.

I would really like someone without recourse to hand waving, gesticulation, assertion, and bluster, to explain to me how and in precisely what manner economic growth will slow down planetary warming.

“Blah, blah, blah, green economy. Blah, blah, blah, more renewables.”

I would really like to be enlightened…

Just exactly where is the energy going to come from to fuel this economic growth? Is nuclear fusion a ready technology? How much energy is needed to build a nuclear power station? Can we buy enough solar panels from China?

I doubt anyone will be able to provide a watertight and cohesive argument to prove {or even theorise sanely} that continued economic growth will slow planetary warming.

There may be wishful thinking and vested interests.

This paradigm of exploit, waste, and “grow”, is old fashioned.

Yet we have people saying that we must set targets for emissions, {moveable according to convenience}, and gather together to save the planet. There is a lot of show and tell, much less do.

The problem is these agreements have fewer natural teeth than someone who has been to a Turkish dentist for a full refurb.

The world is not yet serious about this and despite natural disasters it keeps pressing the snooze button.

There is a logical flaw.

On a planet of finite resource continuous economic growth cannot be sustained indefinitely, nor for that matter can population growth.

I really, really, would like a genius to explain to me {in reality} how “growth” will slow down and/or reverse planetary warming.

I just don’t see it…