Well, all things happen in their good time.

My Grandson was born on Friday, without inducement.
My prayers were answered and Thank You.

Mother and Baby doing well.

I am still awake worrying about my eldest daughter, Leona.

She is overdue giving birth to her son.
The midwife gave her a 'sweep' last night, in the hope of moving things along.
She told me she is scared and asked for Angels to be with her.

I ask for them, too.

Hopefully, she will be asleep now, resting.
(I am remembering Leona's birth now and my own fear for my x wife.)
Such an amazing, scary, wonderful, exhausting experience having a child.

Be not afraid, my daughter.
Trust the process and relax.

My thought is my Grandson will be born today - yahoo.

osted: 22:30 Monday, February 18 2008

Doreen Norton, who died on December 30th, 2007, was a true pioneer in nursing for the Elderly.

It is she, who effectively changed nursing practice and eliminated 'bedsores' from the wards.
Concentrating on moving patients rather than washing them, she noted the condition did not occur.

Doreen, was also responsible for designing the Kings Fund bed, the adjustable bed used in all hospital wards.

She became a Social Worker and also wrote books on Geriatric care.

In 1982, she retired but continued to advocate change through Speeches and Talks all over the World.

Bless you, Doreen.

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Yesterday afternoon, I became incredibly angry.
It has been a long time since I allowed myself to simmer like that.
Keeping control but only a second away from screaming out loud, or smashing something.

I was in town, so when in doubt - WALK.
London was bright and warm, especially about 2.30 and I started to sweat.
That, too, felt good.

The streets were busy but I set my head and walked a line.
People moved out of my way at times.
No one looked or noticed my mood, but they probably felt it.

Though there was plenty of people about, the shops and cafes, I noticed, were empty.

I had to push my way through a flock of school children.
They were waiting for buses and/or buying sweets in the local shops.
Three Community Support Officers - all women - encouraged some modicum of behaviour.

Reaching the sanctuary of work(!), I responded to the energy of the place, by trying to break my computers keyboard.
I realised they can be quite tough.

The anger exhausted me, culminating in a poor nights sleep. (If I get any sleep, that is.)
Looking back, I enjoyed the mood.
It was intense and reminded me of the loose cannon of more than 15 years ago, now.
I am glad that I can feel that energy and know that I am safe.

But, it is an energy that I believe I wont miss again.

Ive just uploaded a video showing the assassination of Bhutto, in Pakistan.
3 shots are clearly heard before the gunman's accomplice detonates the bomb.

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I woke early this morning to sunlight streaming through my window.

Getting up to make what was by then cup of tea x4, my attention was drawn to a very strange looking sky.

Now, I am quite aware that with 2 major Airports and a couple of smaller ones very near, there is going to be some activity in our skies.
Most of us have seen and are used to the vapour trails that follow in their wake.

However, what was in the sky outside my window today, was looking like an ariel view of a motorway network, a crisscross of trails, some thick, some not so.

I also noticed that these trails did not appear to be on the same flight path as the commercial aircraft.

I have also noticed that where the vapour trails left by planes disperse within a few minutes, these do not.Worryingly, they are still visible some time later.

So...what are they?

There is a growing awareness of chemtrails.
Are they dangerous ?
Should we be concerned ?

Can somebody give more information on chem trails ?

A man, claiming Incapacity Benefit, has had his money stopped after being reported for riding a pushbike in a Charity event.

His local Benefit Office made reference to a Government Hotline, implying that a member of the local community had phoned to report him.
(Nothing to do with living in a small town and reading about the event in the local paper !).

It is always the same.
Whenever the country goes into recession - the poor and the working class come under attack.
Our jobs are taken.
Our wages are cut.
Our living standards drop to pay for the excesses and mis-management of the rich.

Worse though, is the humiliation we face when trying to get benefits.
We are means tested, so the savings we had for a rainy day quickly disappear due to the delay in payment.
The only jobs on offer are minimum wage and some dont even get that.
Health and Safety goes out of the window.

As we all know, it gets even harder when we retire.
UK pensioners are the poorest in Europe.

Tax avoidance by the wealthy costs this country BILLIONS.
As does the TWO illegal wars we are involved in.
It would be more sensible to chase the tax dodgers and bring the army home, than harass ordinary people trying to improve their community.

But that is NOT going to happen.
The Bosses are sharpening their knives so they get their bonuses and the shareholders get their dividends.
Expect more abuses in your town soon.

I have been asked about the 'tools' I mentioned in my earlier post.

There are many.
The most painful exercise was the FORGIVENESS DIET.

100 times a day, for 7 days, I had to write the same sentence over and over again.
"I now forgive ............. completely and I am free".

Such hard work.
At the end of the week, I was numb with the emotions I had experienced.
Working with the affirmation was positive but, in reality, did little to break the patterns that bound me.
At the end of the diet, I would have forgiven anyone !

As always happens, I found myself in the company of ......., a few months later.
And we bumped into each other regularly after that.
A relationship began to grow.
I noticed how different I was this time.
Listening instead of speaking.
Talking when I would have been silently seething.

We were able to relax with each other and both realised something had moved for us.

Next, I began to forgive myself.
I was able to let go of the guilt I felt when I remembered some of my actions as an angst ridden teenager.
So easy, when I saw/knew the truth.

That clumsy, boy/man thing was 20 years ago. So long that he bore no resemblance to the man I was becoming during this period.
It, simply, wasnt me.
How could I be angry or have energy on a small child who knew know better ?

Things began to fall into place quickly after this revelation.
Nowadays, when the bile in me rises, I stop to 'breathe' myself.
Realise that I am responsible for how I feel and change my thoughts to be more kind and/or loving.
When I notice the mood hanging around, I pray, meditate do anything it takes to 'change the energy'.

I am finding a peace within myself.
Due to the work I have done and knowing that the people who have hurt me have made me a stronger, more thoughtful person.

Adam Fairclough and Alison Gelfand, I acknowledge and Thank You.

I Thank and Acknowledge myself even more.