Time for Action

Although I now cannot say that it was definite, but I think that I was to bed last evening ahead of 9:30 a.m. My cellphone alarm was set for 2:30 a.m.

I found myself awake ahead of then, sufficiently so that I checked the time. I now cannot recall when it was, nor even if I rose ─ I think that I likely did.

My respiratory infection has me feeling so abominably feverish that recollection is faulted. It is no longer an upper respiratory problem ─ I am now coughing very deeply.

My wife had come home at some point after I had gone to bed, and it seems to me that she had as yet not quite retired for the night when I rose. I ensured that my bedroom door remained closed while I slowly adjusted to my planned five-mile+ walk.

Well, it was 3:09 a.m. when I set off. There had been earlier rain that left everything wet, but the cloud cover was now very broken.

When I passed by the elementary school where I like to have some playground exercising, I justified not bothering because the equipment would likely be wet. But really, I felt too ailing.

I was never to have my full walk. I was phenomenally listless, and my pace so weak and slow. At approximately 1½ miles from home, I was too daunted to continue farther afield. And so I returned for home.

A half mile or so from home I became aware that a heartbeat-like sound I assumed was coming from a house was actually the sound of my own heart working! I could not at first believe it. I would stop, but then so would the dual thuds of each cardiac cycle. That double-blip would only sound when I was walking ─ so bizarre.

Anyway, I was back early enough that I could have gone to bed by 5 a.m., but I managed to remain up until past 6 a.m. ─ or so I think. Again, memory is unclear.

It is odd, but when I am sitting up, I am sneezing and coughing at intervals, and my nose drains. Yet once I go to bed, all of this seems to settle down and I am at peace.

I was feeling so ailing that I doubted I would be able to watch any morning T.V. with my younger brother. I was to be aware after he had gone to pick up his girlfriend Bev to drive her to work, so I finally did manage to rise again. It was maybe 10:15 - 10:20 a.m.

When he returned, I had lined up a video well in excess of 1¼ hours at Rumble's A Warrior Calls channel, and which had only been added there yesterday: POLICE [POLICY ENFORCERS] TRESPASS ALL IGNORANT ON LAW.

February 1st, 2024 Live Stream - Part 1
Police are POLICY enforcers for SERVICE CORPORATIONS
They are NOT the law they do NOT protect and serve.
BAR is a criminal organization worldwide time to end it.
Truth is the only way forward all found on A Warrior Calls platforms
God Speed

Christopher had some very interesting portions. However, just out of curiosity I played the opening portions of two videos he had up in which he was interviewing Dr. Robert O. Young, but I shut them down. It appeared that the whole point of the interviews was to extol both Master Peace and Focused Life-Force Energy (FLFE).

I know nothing of FLFE, but I did try just over two months' worth of Master Peace and did not notice a single improvement in any of my physical flaws. I had bought two bottles of Master Peace, and with shipping from the States, it worked to that each bottle cost me something over $50 Canadian.

A bottle is good for just over a month.

But nothing was different in the entire time I took this stuff! What matter to me all of these various health benefits at the cellular level if the product did not make any kind of perceptible difference?

I am not blowing over $50 a month for something that seems to have no effect ─ not upon me, anyway.

So anytime Christopher brings on one of these 'New Age' gurus, I can not be bothered to waste further time hearing anything they have to say.

As far as I am concerned, when it comes to 'alternative therapies' ─ no matter what they seem to be ─ Christopher is suggestible and gullible to 'the nth degree'.

He may know Common Law, but he is otherwise ... adrift. I find it rather discouraging.

Yesterday I forgot to mention that ─ also on Rumble ─ my brother and I watched the 31-minute (31:46) THE SEQUEL TO THE FALL OF THE CABAL - PART 24_ COVID-19_ MANDATORY VACCINATIONS_ TIME FOR ACTION! 

Anyway, we finished off today's viewing with an episode of Peep Show ─ the finale episode six ("Funeral") of season one.

My brother then sought bed rest, and I certainly wasted no time getting to my own bed, for I was undergoing a Sabbath fast and my wife was not yet out of her bedroom.

Lord, it is good to get to and be in bed when one is as ill as I have been!

My wife was to start work in the latter afternoon, so I wondered if I would remain in bed until after she left ─ doing so can leave me feeling rather guilty.

I was to be brought aware by a peculiar loud clacking sound ─ it was as if there was an old typewriter in my bedroom and someone was rapidly pounding keys randomly just to make noise.

I lay there a time, and then it came again; and this time I vaguely heard the doorbell. A third series of the doorbell and the clacking sounded as I got up, correctly believing that my wife was likely locked outside without her key.

She had also phoned me at 2:11 p.m., but I had left my cellphone in the living room.

It seems that she had forgotten to take her house key, even though she was aware when she left that my brother was likely going to lock the door when he left for the day to socialize.

The poor girl was remarkably apologetic for getting me up, and insisted that I return to bed. So I did ─ maybe for another hour.

By then my wife was close to leaving for work. I was by then feeling a little better.

I worked at blogging after she was gone, intending to later watch a Christmas movie, but that was not to be. I broke from blogging and then broke my fast just past 6:25 p.m.

I reluctantly decided not to invest the time that it would take to watch a Christmas movie, for my brother might arrive home. And he did, but not until just ahead of 8:15 a.m.

I did watch a show, though ─ Castle Rock. It was episode six ("The Mother") of season two. Hardly equating to a Christmas movie!

They had better not have killed off Rita, Joy's birth mother. I am utterly fed up with insane Annie, and her half-sister Joy is proving to be pretty damned questionable.

The whole thing is sick.

I both broke my fast and also had a can of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol) during that episode.

As I said, my brother is now home, so I am going to call it an evening and get to bed. My cellphone alarm will be set for 4 a.m. with the hope that I will be capable of getting away by 6 a.m. for a 5.625-mile round trip hike to accomplish a little bit of grocery shopping.

It is 8:55 p.m. right now.