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HBO outbid the BBC on the gift of showing the Commonwealth Games to the British public as well as the world.

The result of which is a 45 minute extract shown on Channel 5 each night. One gets no sense of the competition. Just the results. Thanks HBO. You make our lives poorer while you make – or attempt to make – yourselves richer.

This celebration of the Commonwealth has been a great celebration to many in the UK over many years. Decades even, from 1930 onwards.

Second only to the Olympic Games.

Can we expect not to be able to watch the next Olympic Games as money takes over distribution of our sport?

We have already seen the corruption money brings in the World Cup. Does that mean that similar ‘fixes’ are to be expected/accepted in all world sport?

Can we trust dope testing under such circumstances, when all that is required from the money makers, is not excellence in endeavour, but profitability in gambling fortunes.

I am saddened by such poverty.

The heraldic forms are steeped in mystery and rightly belong to the realm of mythology.

Such figures as Centaurs, Unicorns and Pegasi.

Dragons, Gryphons, Wyverns. Giants.

As well as more outlandish and more common creatures from sea creatures with two tales to lions and leopards, deer and dolphin. All are present in the imagery of Heraldry.

But other than descriptions of arms and their mottos no explanation is given of these representations.

Among the insights I have recently received is that dragons – and one might suppose the other beings – are of the elemental kingdom as it expresses in the angelic realm.

As there are three streams of expression emanating from the Source, the Human/Divine, the Elemental and the Angelic , so there are expressions of each in each of their respective realms. These are the realms of the Material, the Etheric and the realms of Consciousness, or what might be called mental, intellectual or rational. They are represented in the human being as the physical body, the Etheric/emotional body (the Aura), and the mental body.

The Siddhe, or Elves, represent the Human stream in the Elemental realm. This is a topic for further discussion elsewhere on this site.

If TREASON is still the highest, that is to say most heinous, crime in the land, what punishment is fitting for those who sell out our country for their own self advancement? 

Does creating a crippling debt count as such betrayal? 

I was watching the program Animal Park, a series about the wonderful conservation work being carried out at Lord Bath’s home, Longleat.

This particular episode concerned the failures of the keepers in successfully rearing white backed vulture chicks. They would feed the chicks but after some while the chicks died.

I found myself thinking “what the keepers don’t realise is that the parents are constantly talking to the chick. Even when it is in the egg, the parents are chatting away to the developing soul in the egg.”

I am not suggesting the keepers make noises like a vulture, but that the chick, which is used to the parents muttering away to it, becomes lonely when the keepers go away to other duties. 

The little one is needing to know about the world and what it means to be a vulture. Instead all it gets is food, and the subliminal mumbling of the keepers subconscious, as they reflect upon their own lives, and the upsets and difficulties that beset them.

Of course the little bird grows hopeless and gives up the ghost.

Sadly humans have lost such a depth of connection, not only with Nature, but also themselves, that this level of exchange, common to all life forms, is ignored.

Oh, what a materialistic world we live in!

They want to steal our game from us to alleviate their elite boredom. No Passion. No Allegiance. Only Money making and gambling.

It is obscene.

As was the last World Cup.

Corrupt from beginning to end. Favouring nations with their decisions. Not allowing legitimate goals. Marking players offside to disqualify a genuine goal and worse. Compromising managers into making the wrong decisions for their teams

It is the way of money. 

It sees, it wants, it grabs, it takes, it denies access without a given financial threshold.

Obscene.

Folow Up:

We await the resignation of the president of FIFA after his closest ally and officer has resigned over the outrageous proposal. Not only have the majority of Football Associations around the world objected to the proposal but also the leadership and the method by which decisions are made have been called into question.

the President has said that the proposal has been withdrawn due to the lack of support for it. Hopeful;ly this will see an end to his mistaken approach to Football.

As we move further into the 21st century we seem to be losing the use of the word ‘fewer’. 

Instead increasingly I hear the use of ‘less’ when ‘fewer’ is meant.

It is less common, is correct. However ‘they beat the team with less men than they started with’ is not.

From football pundits to script writers when they should use ‘fewer’ they take a shortcut and use ‘less’.

This is either laziness, or ignorance.

I suppose it could be American usage but that is the same as ignorance.

I don’t mean Americans are ignorant so much as certain linguistic conventions are lost or subject to change in different directions in diverse cultures.

But it is rewarding to hear good English used instead of a slovenly use of the language.

Or perhaps I am mistaken. It is something I have noticed over the last few years on the BBC. I could say as few as two years. But it does seem to be becoming more frequent.

I have been working for a while with St. Germain. It started when I was working with Peter Caddy, then his Master took over. 

We had been working for some time – a week or so  – trying to release me from the suffering my father had taken on in his past lives. One dreadful torture being the strapado – if i have that spelling correct.

It left me with a very painful right shoulder which I could not release.

I was stumbling my way back across the room when I had a horrendous fall. I was spun around as I reached for the chair to lean on and crashed to the floor banging my head with great force against the three inch thick corner of the table and hitting something else as i fell. I lay on the floor holding my head until i was able to call my neighbour for help to get on my feet again. 

As I lay there the thought went through my head ‘ that’s got rid of the strapado’. I felt pleased at that.

My neighbours came and Kevin examined my head with healing fingers to report it had not broken the skin.

Later that day I was musing with St Germain about the problem with electricity. I told him of the problems it had caused the Bridgend dragons some years before, preventing them from rising and fertilising the land. The magnetic field would have torn through the eggs of the ants and other little lives. The first Dragons I had met some years earlier were at St David’s College Lampeter where they lived near the quad.

St. Germain said ‘I’d like to meet those dragons.’ So I reached out to them and said there was someone who wanted to meet them. 

I brought him to them and left them after introducing them to each other.

The dragons rose high, circling as they do.

He returned to me after a few minutes and thanked me profoundly. Said he was pleased and grateful for the introduction and that he was pleased to find they were real. Said he feared they were the products of my imagination.

I told him I never tried to pretend or project, nor to reproduce a former experience nor predict anything but just to let things reveal themselves to me. That in this way I could trust the experiences I had.

Later that day i reached out to my friends the dragons again. They said how pleased they were for the introduction and how he had told them of me and my past in Japan.

Then began the most wonderful healing process as they began, the two of them, to bite through the knots in my etheric body. 

At one point one licked my back from the base up the spine.

They introduced me excitedly to their family around the globe who all soon visited me each bringing a gift of healing, some flying right through me in diminishing size, as they reached to some deep seat of anguish to pull it out with their teeth or on occasion to bite and take it into their mouths to disentangle it there before returning it, restored, to my body.

They came from all over the globe. Japan, Hawai’i, Iceland were among the countries they came from. And brilliantly coloured. Blues and golds and greens and deep reds. All metallic shining skins.

One wrapped me in his wings to enfold me in his love and gratitude.

Such treasured rewards for so simple an act.

Such friends to have, worthy of St. George himself.

Purity and innocence.

Paranoia is a disease. In every sense a dis-ease. It is contagious and virulent.

These remarks follow the theft from a property on the retirement park where I live, while the occupants were away.

I am not sure how they knew they had had property stolen but it came as a shock to the rest of the residents on the park. People began talking about installing cameras and needing to lock the doors at night.

The Paranoia was felt widely on the Park. It led me to consider the nature of the shock and its result.

The thief would be in a state of anxiety – probably experienced as a thrill by the individual concerned – itself a state of paranoia. This illness is then communicated to all affected. In the case of a private park all the residents were affected, because no such theft had been observed previously.

I realised that the illness had been contracted by us all from the initial sickness affecting the individual thief in their actions.

That it is not recognised as an illness by the thief or the authorities is immaterial. It is a sickness. Like kleptomania.

The thief themselves are probably completely unaware of the depth of sadness and sickness they left behind them and with which they had infected the entire community.