It will get warm for a few months here and then the cycle turns the other way; as the world spins.
I bought a laughing, singing Christmas decoration ornament ball that opens and shuts its eyes and mouth. Clever, from China.
Someone said to me the other day that the whole of the New Testament is fiction and that Christ was never born, nor did he ever exist except in stories. To this I say, how come he is alive and well in our hearts?
I have a little hot house at the bottom of the garden. I’ve planted some strawberries and some of them have committed suicide for no apparent reason. One is still going strong. I’ve given it sulphate of potash. I might give it some blood and bone next. The snow peas in the garden are climbing up their supports but only three are left, all the others went to a better place which is not in my garden. The broad beans have little black aphids on them and I was advised not to spray too much as this will keep the bees away.
I’ve been reading in New Scientist about death: its myths etc but they pussyfoot around the issue. I suppose they don’t want anyone to take independent action. Personally, when I had terrible pain and I had to go to hospital, they put me on a bed and gave me an injection, probably morphine. The world turned peaceful and warm and I could have easily slipped into whatever is on the other side.
Merry Christmas to you all. May the good Lord stay in your hearts forever.
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