Words have power, but actions speak louder than words. We have choices and choices require consent. My faith in the belief of God and in God’s Love and Wisdom are overwhelming and because of those very beliefs I hope and pray that an apoclypticim never actually happens on earth or at the very least is preventable, i.e. no fate but what we make for ourselves.
Do you believe in fate or do we have a choice
What if that is Gods ‘final’ test to us earthlings is to prevent or ensure any such possibility of an apocalypse never happens instead of as some see it try to make it happen or at least interpret that it is happening. All religions speak of love and love of God to humanity and yet to decide who is your human enemy that must then be slaughtered in a final battle of good versus evil is in no way a loving act.
Choice in the Matrix
To foresee action and consequence is to learn from what has been in order to prevent the horror of what could be.
Apocalypticism
Apocalypticism is the religious belief that there will be an apocalypse, a term which originally referred to a revelation, but now it usually refers to the belief that the end of the world is imminent, even within one’s own lifetime. This belief is usually accompanied by the idea that civilization will soon come to a tumultuous end due to some sort of catastrophic global event. These views and movements often focus on cryptic revelations about a sudden, dramatic, and cataclysmic intervention of God in history; the judgment of all men; the salvation of the faithful elect; and the eventual rule of the elect with God in a renewed heaven and earth. Arising initially in Zoroastrianism, apocalypticism was developed more fully in Judaic, Christian, and Islamic eschatological speculation.[1][2]
Apocalypticism is often conjoined with the belief that esoteric knowledge will likely be revealed in a major confrontation between good and evil forces, destined to change the course of history.[3] Apocalypses can be viewed as good, evil, ambiguous or neutral, depending on the particular religion or belief system promoting them.[4][5] However, it is not exclusively a religious idea and there are end times or transitional scenarios based in modern science and technology.
To me a ‘Good’ Joke will not only provide information and insight into the comedian but also why and when the audience member laughs provides insight into that member of the audience.
Comedy may be divided into multiple genres based on the source of humor, the method of delivery, and the context in which it is delivered.
These classifications overlap, and most comedians can fit into multiple genres. For example, deadpan comics often fall into observational comedy, or into black comedy or blue comedy to contrast the morbidity, or offensiveness of the joke with a lack of emotion.
Differs from traditional punchline jokes which features many other forms of comedy such as observation, satire, surrealism, slapstick and improvisation. In its content, Alternative Comedy emerged as a counter to the establishment entertainment figures from the previous generation: It was often cited for its disregard to established comedic movements and ranged from the surreal to slapstick, usually with a combination of both.
It’s very simple, but very difficult to see that any political, legal or economic structure are comprehending it and if they do not comprehend it in our lifetime they and us we risk planetary suicide, murder and death.
destruction of the natural environment, especially when deliberate.”their crime is nothing less than attempted ecocide”
Why should this be the number one problem in a world full of problems.
Well I belive that with out an organic living breathing earth we will no longer have the bedrock to solve any and all other problems.
You can’t decide who lives and dies on a planet where everyone is dead and right now like no time ever, ecodide threatens to consume this planet.
Mass damage and destruction of nature is taking place globally. And right now, it’s legally permitted. We call it ECOCIDE and we’re working to make it an INTERNATIONAL CRIME.
Join the growing movement of Earth Protectors to help make this happen.
Covid-19 is still out there, people will still die from it and Covid-Zombies still walk the earth thinking they will not get it or that it does not matter to them even if they do.
At first it took one of our basic human needs/natural instincts – that to socialise and be close to one another without fear or risk of spreading death.
Some people were able to obey these rules for a short while but the reasons to not obeying seem to have become even greater to many than the need to obey them now. It’s like a Covid-19 Passover and if you obey the newly developed rules you have an increased chance of living thought this (may the odds forever be in your favour).
Many people choosing to disobey the rules in my city have been getting drunk, peeing and littering areas of nature and/or hanging out together to hug, kiss and probably be extremely intimate together too. I kind of consider these people now to be Covid-19 Zombies.
They are most likely to result in a longer lingering of the virus, an increase in deaths from the virus and an increase in contamination from the virus.
So my government has now in its wisdom announced that in order to travel on public transport from a week on Monday people now need to wear a mask or scarf while travelling.
So I have promptly whizzed onto the internet to order some masks and hand gel for me and my Dad.
It seems our defence against the virus has been raised to yet another level where we were first not meant to have contact with one another; we are now no longer aloud to easily speak or see the lips move on one another when out and about publically transporting one another.
Covin-19 3 wise monkies Hear nothing about the virus, Speak nothing about the virus & See no virus.
This virus feels like it is trying to rob us of our humanity and see what we will do with that and quite simply we are having to adapt to survive or have for thought and vision in order to see our way through this.
May the odds for ever be in your favour? Good luck and God speed
I first moved to Spreyton in Devon when a child and as grockles we were very much welcomed into a magical village where my parents had many a happy year’s living among the natives. Spreyton has some claims to fame firstly the old hollowed oak in the church yard is said to be the center of Devon and secondly the parish of Spreyton is said to be where Uncle Tom Cobley set out from to travel with many a man to Widecombe fair (A spooky tail). The pub in Spreyton is called the Uncle Tom Cobley and my Dad has worked there for a time as a bar steward too.
Below is a BBC arts feature all about Uncle Tom Cobley and all…
Widecombe Fair is Devon’s most famous folk song, but what’s the origin of the story behind the famous characters Tom Cobley, Bill Brewer, Jan Stewer, Tom Pearse and his old grey mare?
The lyrics of Devon’s best known folk song tell a simple enough story – seven men and a grey mare set off for Widecombe Fair, but before completing their journey the old horse becomes sick and dies.
Delve deeper though and the history of the song becomes a little more muddled. Is this world famous ditty really steeped in Devon history and are the central characters based on real people?
Research carried out by the Widecombe and District Local History Group suggests that Tom Cobley and his friends were real people – probably from mid-Devon.
Most of the characters featured in the song had names which can be traced to families working in the Sticklepath and Spreyton area in the early 1800s.
“I’m convinced the characters were real people,” explained history group member Tony Beard.
“We found a sign at the Tom Cobley Tavern at Spreyton, which says all these characters left from outside that pub in 1802 to go to Widecombe.
“That’s the earliest date we’ve been able to find.
“The name Thomas Cobley was very popular in the Spreyton area.
“The one who fits the best died in 1844, aged 82 years. He lived at Butsford in the parish of Colebrook and is buried at Spreyton, just outside the south door of the church.
“When we were researching our book, we found relations of Thomas Cobley still alive.
“We went around lots of churchyards in mid-Devon and found Davys, Gurneys, Pearses and Stewers.
“All these names were from mid-Devon, so you can see how the song developed with all these local characters of that time co-opted into the song.”
In all likelihood people from mid-Devon would have travelled to the annual livestock sale at Widecombe at the end of every summer to trade their goods for sheep.
It’s this cross-country journey that is described in the lyrics of the song.
“In the Autumn all over Dartmoor there were a lot of fairs, these were for selling surplus livestock,” added Tony.
“The easiest thing for the people in the middle of Devon to do was come to these country fairs and buy the stock they wanted.
“You might think that Widecombe and Spreyton were miles away from each other, but if you follow the old country paths over the tops of the moors, the distance is only about 12 miles. That’s a reasonable distance to drive a flock of sheep or a herd of cattle.
“It was as a result of this that the song developed relating how this bunch of people travelled to Widecombe.
“It’s quite humorous and also quite sad because the poor old grey mare dies in the process.”
As the lyrics suggest, Tom Cobley and his friends ask Tom Pearse if they can borrow his grey mare to get to the fair. They agree that the horse will be returned by midday on Saturday.
When the horse isn’t returned, Tom Pearse sets out to find them. On reaching the top of Widecombe Hill he sees the horse making its will after which it falls sick and dies.
The song concludes with a description of the ghost of Tom Pearse’s grey mare which is said to appear ‘when the wind whistles cold on the moor at night’.
However some versions of the song have more than the standard eight verses and, depending on where it is sung, the words vary.
Tony Beard says this can be easily explained and is due to the song’s universal appeal.
“Over the years many people have used that song for village shows and adapted it using local names,” he said.
“Sometimes people have added an odd extra verse if there was something they wanted to incorporate in their village concert.
“There are versions that have popped up at different places. Being a Widecombe boy, I’m convinced they have taken Widecombe Fair and adapted it to suit their particular place.”
The ‘official’ version was originally published in 1890 by the Rev Sabine Baring-Gould, one of the first people to collect the music and lyrics of traditional English folk songs.
“It was the Rev Baring-Gould, who used to go around listening to folk songs, he was the first man who actually wrote the music down,” explained Tony.
“His version of the song was recorded in his book ‘Songs of the West’ which was published in 1890. That is the version that we’d like to stick with as the model.”
Since then, the song Widecombe Fair has travelled across the world – taken to distant shores by people who emigrated from the West Country.
Over the years, the song and the fair has inspired postcards, books, and the Devon Regiment of Volunteers supposedly marched to the song’s tune in 1899 during the Boer War.
The History of Widecombe Fair is written by The Widecombe and District Local History Group and published by Orchard Publications. The illustrations on this page are used with their kind permission.
The Lyrics
Tom Pearse, Tom Pearse, lend me your grey mare, All along, down along, out along, lee, For I want for to go to Widecombe Fair, With Bill Brewer, Jan Stewer, Peter Gurney, Peter Davy, Dan’l Whiddon, Harry Hawke, Old Uncle Tom Cobley and all, Old Uncle Tom Cobley and all.
And when shall I see again my grey mare? All along, down along, out along, lee, By Friday soon, or Saturday noon, With Bill Brewer, Jan Stewer, Peter Gurney, Peter Davy, Dan’l Whiddon, Harry Hawke, Old Uncle Tom Cobley and all, Old Uncle Tom Cobley and all.”
Then Friday came, and Saturday noon, All along, down along, out along, lee, But Tom Pearces old mare hath not trotted home, With Bill Brewer, Jan Stewer, Peter Gurney, Peter Davy, Dan’l Whiddon, Harry Hawke, Old Uncle Tom Cobley and all, Old Uncle Tom Cobley and all.”
So Tom Pearse he got up to the top o’ the hill All along, down along, out along, lee, And he seed his old mare down a-making her will, With Bill Brewer, Jan Stewer, Peter Gurney, Peter Davy, Dan’l Whiddon, Harry Hawke, Old Uncle Tom Cobley and all, Old Uncle Tom Cobley and all.”
So Tom Pearse’s old mare, her took sick and died, All along, down along, out along, lee, And Tom he sat down on a stone, and he cried With Bill Brewer, Jan Stewer, Peter Gurney, Peter Davy, Dan’l Whiddon, Harry Hawke, Old Uncle Tom Cobley and all, Old Uncle Tom Cobley and all.”
But this isn’t the end o’ this shocking affair, All along, down along, out along, lee, Nor, though they be dead, of the horrid career Of Bill Brewer, Jan Stewer, Peter Gurney, Peter Davy, Dan’l Whiddon, Harry Hawke, Old Uncle Tom Cobley and all, Old Uncle Tom Cobley and all.”
When the wind whistles cold on the moor of a night All along, down along, out along, lee, Tom Pearse’s old mare doth appear gashly white, With Bill Brewer, Jan Stewer, Peter Gurney, Peter Davy, Dan’l Whiddon, Harry Hawke, Old Uncle Tom Cobley and all, Old Uncle Tom Cobley and all.”
And all the long night he heard skirling and groans, All along, down along, out along, lee, From Tom Pearce’s old mare in her rattling bones, With Bill Brewer, Jan Stewer, Peter Gurney, Peter Davy, Dan’l Whiddon, Harry Hawke, Old Uncle Tom Cobley and all, Old Uncle Tom Cobley and all.”
last updated: 27/06/2008 at 10:05 created: 28/05/2008
Are we living on a conscious planet known to some as Gaia or described as mother nature by others? What does she want and what is she prepared to do to get it?
Have we taken her for granted are we at risk of killing her (and ourselves) if we do not learn from our industrial holocaulistic ways of mass murder of biodiversity and nature on a daily basis what will be the consequences?
Well social isolation for all except those that work in the serve us sector the cleaners, the shelf stackers and carers are prity much keeping society on life support from now on and they are the so called low skilled and certainly low paid.
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