Every Day Is A Winding Road.

It’s getting nuttier and more surreal by the day.

I hope no one minds but another trip down a neural pathway. Yesterday I went for a quick saunter down Church Hill in Nutfield to have a look at St Peter and St Paul Church in ‘England’s Green and Pleasant Land’ on a blue sky day.

It is very beautiful.

St Peter and St Paul.

Fly Away Peter, Fly Away Paul.

Two Little Dicky Birds.

On the way back I chanced upon Nutfield Court.

The Nut. And the Nuthouse.

From Oxford Learners Dictionary.com :

‘(British English, slang) a person’s head or brain.

​(British English also nutter) (informal) a strange or crazy person
He’s a complete nut, if you ask me.’

Cortex It.

A new bill is being introduced next week to begin Texit in the House of Representatives in Austin, Tx presumably.

From the NB Journal :

TEXIT

The 87th Texas legislative session began on January 12, 2021 and District 73 State Representative Kyle Biedermann says he plans to introduce his “Texit” bill next week.

“THE MOST IMPORTANT QUESTION FOR THIS SESSION IS ‘DO PEOPLE GET A VOTE FOR THE DIRECTION FOR THE STATE OF TEXAS’, BIEDERMANN SAID. “AND THAT’S WHAT WE NEED TO HAPPEN.”

And combine Nutfield Court and Texas.

The Cortex.

And Nodes and the Neural Pathways in the Mind. Does It Matter ?

Your brain hallucinates your conscious reality.

And when going to the airport remember to take your neural Path Port with you.

And the Path Word is Fidelio. Or something.

It’s Surreal.

Take Me Home.

Another trip through the Windmills of my Mind.

I think it could get seriously nutty in Nutfield. My first few days has continued normal service. My Landlady’s name in Nut Field is Sally.

It’s the Manderley Effect.

The Spinning Wheel.

Wheels Within Wheels.

Wake up and smell the coffee. Or something.

And Old.

The Old Bakery.

Smile.

Anyhoo it is very clear that our reality really isn’t what we thought it was. I don’t like speaking for others but I think we are getting to the point where we are close to leaving the old 3D world. One of the hurdles to be crossed I believe is letting go. Even though I can see that the reality is not real there is a part of the mind that hangs on and wants the old reality to be true. It’s a false comfort zone in a sense where the ‘Separated Mind’ and Little Me thinks it is safe from God and All There Is.

The Fourth Wall and No Boundaries and No Limits. I want to be able to walk through the Wall. But we set the boundaries and limits.

And Storage Space and the Tech mind.

The Shed.

Selfless and Shedding. Who or what is Identity and the Self ?

Apart from the sheer insanity of 2020, I had my own personal repeat pattern . At my old apartment in Reigate, from about the time of the first lockdown in March I had to deal with a constant stream of different people who wanted to come into the apartment . Every week or so I would get a request from someone – electricians, fire safety people, landlord and family, plumbers, estate agents etc – who wanted to come over into my apartment. It was seriously bizarre especially in Lockdown year. It felt like the whole world and his wife for whatever reason wanted to come inside my apartment. They were welcome but it was very strange. I have never felt less isolated !

It became like the ‘mother!’ movie with Jennifer Lawrence, where she had to to deal with a mass of people who turned up on the doorstep of the house which she was lovingly renovating.

Who are all these people ?

And the Mirror Verse. We are ‘Out There’ on the silver screen. In my case there is Pope Francis and I now live at the White House. Do Pope Francis and Trump and Biden etc and all the rest of our reflections or the other Us exist or are they just pure illusions or reflections that the Mind creates or are there are other worlds within the Spinning Wheel and we experience some sort of reality in the kaleidoscope.

And just pushing a few buttons and hoping for the best and ‘Getting Naked’ I thought I would welcome everyone to the White House. I’m partly hoping it may actually reduce the number of physical beings who show up on the doorstep. Bah Humbug ! But don’t make a mess. That’s my job.

Lights will guide you home.