My 1:45 a.m. cellphone alarm got me up to begin readying for my five-mile walk, but I could have used some further sleep. I believe that I made it to bed last evening just ahead of 10 p.m., but sleep was a remote reality. I honestly believe that I was still awake more than an hour thereafter.
This is peculiar because prior to completing yesterday's blog post I had become so weary that I needed to lie down with my eyes covered. Perhaps I was so for at least a half hour, but at least a couple of times I verged upon dropping off into sleep.
That was in the earliest evening when it was still daytime. What is there about actually going to bed properly that makes sleeping so difficult?
Once I was actually on my way with the walk, it was 2:16 a.m. The night was again barely tinged with cool in the air. The sky was clear, but for some wispy light clouds.
I was a little surprised approximately two blocks into my walk to see a solitary young lass walking in my direction. She did seem a little cautious about me as we passed one another by, yet she wore headphones or some such, rendering herself essentially oblivious to many threats.
She was much slighter and shorter than I, who must have appeared to be a huge figure there in the dark.
Also early into my walk, I had my usual stop at an elementary school playground for six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups, managing four repetitions in the first set, and two repetitions in each of the succeeding five sets.
After leaving the school property, a block or so further on I was forced to unexpectedly give wide berth to a sneaky skunk that had suddenly appeared ahead of me in the shadows.
Quite often here in north Surrey I will access 100th Avenue from Fraser Highway by ascending the dark Quibble Creek Greenway (Google Map) ─ I did so last night. I had my third surprise of my walk by encountering ─ a short distance into that route ─ some chap coming down the Greenway. I am always leery of meeting somebody walking a loosened and unfriendly large dog along that dark stretch, but at least this guy was alone.
Again, he was shorter than I, and seemed to be reasonably well-dressed ─ I am sure he was likely uncomfortable about my relative larger physique. But we said nothing to one another as we bypassed there in the dark.
He might have been hooked up to some electronic device. I do not understand why people place themselves at such a security disadvantage so late at night.
I had a fourth surprise as I trekked along 100th Avenue towards 148th Street (Google Map). First, though, just as I passed Green Timbers Access (Google Map), I had to forcibly rescue a very energetic earthworm that was halfway across the dry sidewalk on its suicide journey to the avenue ─ the darned earthworm elongated and thrashed about, and made the sidewalk thereabouts remarkably wet, as I tried and tried to safely pick it up and finally managed to toss it onto some damp grass.
Perhaps it would only manage to crawl back onto the concrete in short enough order, but I had discharged the good deed as I perceived it to be.
Well, about a block before I reached 148th Street, I suddenly heard a fairly quiet voice and a bit of commotion a ways behind me that had me stop and turn right about. There a short distance back was a figure on rollerblades. He was either unaccustomed to rollerblading, or else he was having trouble with them, for he was moving slowly and with great awkwardness and seemed ready to stop.
He must have, for I had turned about and continued on my way, leaving him lots of room to pass me by. But he did not ─ we reached the intersection at about the same time.
I saw that he was likely a hooded young fellow wearing shorts and with a pack on his back. Again, he was clearly smaller than I am. He proceeded quite slowly, and was still quietly communicating ─ whether to himself, or through an unseen cellphone, I do not know. He could have just been muttering.
That stretch of 100th Avenue from 140th Street to 148th Street is primarily Green Timbers Urban Forest, so there are no homes along the side of the Avenue we were on. And thus it makes me most uneasy to have someone coming up from behind me ─ I am vulnerable to any sort of attack. For all I know, it could be someone extremely ill mentally who might be armed with ─ and set to use upon me ─ something like a hatchet, machete, or knife. Or even just a bludgeoning device.
Remember, at that point it was somewhere between 3 - 3:30 a.m., and there is little highway traffic with no habitations around.
So just what is the nighttime protocol in such conditions? To stop and face back towards whomever is coming and wait until the person has passed by? Would that likely not potentially initiate conversational exchange?
I am not out at that time of night to meet people and make friends. In fact, I am out at that time of night to deliberately avoid both traffic and other people ─ not to turn about to confront and meet somebody who might be coming up from behind.
Thus I chose to continue walking and gave the rollerblader ample room to pass me by ─ the sidewalk is quite wide. However, I do have a dual-edged knife with a four-or-so-inch blade sheathed to my right hip.
This chap never did overtake me from behind ─ he was barely travelling faster than I was at a quick pace. When we both got to 148th Street, he continued onward, whereas I turned right.
Anecdotally, I may well have saved the earthworm from being run over by this guy.
Anyway, that was my adventure last night. I was back outside the locked front door by 4:18 a.m., and then I set about watering garden plants in the front yard for quite some time.
Once back into the house, I spent time here at my computer, and then probably did not get back into bed until at least 5:30 a.m.
My morning officially began around 8:30 a.m. when I later checked the time and rose.
When my brother and I got together just past 9 a.m. to watch some T.V. via our Android TV Box, I led us off with an unusual hour-long addition yesterday to Librti.com (and also here on their Rumble channel): 1990's Dr.Coleman Exposed The Committee of 300's Plan For De-Population Through The Who & The NWO.
If you haven't seen this...It needs to be shared with the world. Back in the 1990's Dr.Coleman exposed the Committee of 300 and their plan for depopulation and the NWO. He talked about their plan to create bioweapons and have them dispersed through the WHO. He names old ancient Italian families that are the "funders" of the middle classs demise and de-popn through vaccines/wars. Need to watch the WHOLE thing as there are nuggets throughout. Press pause if you need to watch it in segments. It's an hour long.
This was definitely interesting. Initially I expected my brother to express to want to watch something more recent, but he seemed to become absorbed into it.
What annoys me is that I cannot find out anything recent about the man ─ does he still live?
We only had time for this next video, since it was two hours long (2:01:52). It had been uploaded yesterday to Rumble's Vaccine Safety Research Foundation channel: Full Episode #77: Awake Not Woke.
In the upcoming episode of the VSRF Update, we will have a conversation with Clay Clark, the founder of ReAwaken America, delving into the connection between woke ideology and oppressive Covid policies. We will explore how these seemingly separate issues are intertwined and whether the rise of Wokeness paved the way for public health authoritarianism. Additionally, we will examine how liberals and Democrats can push back against Wokeness while upholding their progressive values. We will also explore potential solutions, including the ReAwaken tour’s efforts to build a network and parallel institutions for navigating the prevailing tyranny enforced by the Establishment. Join us as we unravel the complex dynamics between Wokeness, Covid policies, and the path to reclaiming individual freedoms.
This one was also interesting, and my brother observed how some of what Dr. John Coleman had said definitely applied with what is going on today. (Likely most of Dr. Coleman's books are available online in .pdf format for free, but I would have to delve into the research to know for certain.)
The story late into the VSRF video that was presented by Allen & Taylor Martin concerning the injection-caused death of their daughter, Trista Deane Martin, was powerful.
As always, my brother sought bed rest well before I accessed a nap; and he left for the day while I was in my bed. I am unsure what his state will be once he is home later, for he had to rise early this morning to pick up his girlfriend Bev at 7:30 a.m. to take her for a scheduled 'ultrasound'.
And he was not yet even home last night when I went to bed shortly ahead of 10 p.m. ─ I have no idea when he had his last drink and called it quits for the night.
I shall be sitting up this evening to watch at least a couple of our shows once he is home ─ truly, I am so very much looking forward to my usual two cans of strong (8% alcohol) malt. After my early afternoon nap, I spent well over an hour out in the backyard sunning, so if I had any cold beer on hand, I would be breaking into that supply right after I am done with this post!
And that time is here.
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