I thought that I would never see this situation happen in real life but. I was walking to work when I saw a crowd, a fire engine, a tree and a ladder. I nearly started to laugh when I saw the fireman descending the ladder holding onto a black cat. When he got to the bottom of the ladder a lady was standing with an open cat basket. The cat scarpered into the basket and when the door closed of the basket. we all applauded. The things you see when you walk to work. I couldn't get the grin off my face..

On Sunday, in Church, a complete stranger came up to me, hugged me, and thanked me for my organ and piano playing. I, week by week, play piano and organ at St Catherine's Bow, its so good to be appreciated and made to feel welcome. It made me think are there any people you know that are dedicated members of your church, or club or place of work who could do with a thank you? Encouragement can make a persons day, it certainly made mine

Yesterday I dreamt that I was being followed. It felt odd it verged onto being a nightmare. It was very grey and shadowy. My dreams are normally quite colourful. There was a feeling, a presence of being drawn into a confined space. It was like a cell. This dream changed into people around me being furtive and not audible hiding and walking around but not focusing on anything. I woke up from this dream feeling confused and slightly disorientated. I thought maybe I was dehydrated so I had a wee drink and went back to sleep. My next dream was of me walking along a path by a river but the river water moved very slowly. A very beautiful man was swimming in the water and he stopped swimming and he waved and wanted me to come into the water. He had a radiant smile I spoke to him but he vanished under the water. A boat came into view it was a very long barge but it was as big,  as a two story house. I got on the barge. I woke up.

I had the happiest dream. I was chasing around a huge building that I did not know, with people I did not know. Having lots of fun. The police started running around laughing and going into different rooms. I started building a pipe organ which seemed organic. I was playing and people would stop and have a chat. I got up and ran around again. There were suddenly loads of plants started popping up all shapes, sizes, colours and textures. The organ I had built turned into a tree and I started to climb it. and when I did I ended up on the roof of this huge house, which was surrounded by a river with the sunlight twinkling and dancing on the waters surface. I was entranced by the dancing light and I heard laughter coming from people climbing the tree. I then woke up. It was a dream so vivid but odd as dreams can be a mixture of ordinary with the absurd and beauty intertwining. I woke feeling good and happy. A happiness that has not been in my spirit for a while.
Outside it was day time and  the sunshine was shining through my window filling the bedroom with not a blazing light but a softer light defused by the curtains. I felt today was going to be a happy day and in many ways it was. The dream had acted like a medicine and lifted a weight off my chest that had lasted far too long. Funny how laughter and play in dreams can help so much. I wonder if I will dream a similar dream tonight.

today

It is sunny and I am drifting around like a stick in a river with no clear intention of what I am doing or where I am going. Drifting, drifting, drifting. The day is beautiful the flowers and greenery bring life to this dullish town. I need to break free from this middle aged mentality and jump and dance and sing again. My enthusiasm seems drained today. Each word is dragged out of me like a tired relic from the depths of a deepening sea. Why is everything such a huge effort. I feel like a weight is pulling me down, pulling me down. Let me sing a new song and cheer myself everything seems old and worn and boring a hole of lack of interest. I must shake off this feeling of indifference and reclaim happiness and fun today has become a nothing day I must shake until I see the special, the great, the wonderful. Food, the smell of bacon does it every time. Marvellous.

I cant sleep

I cant sleep
cant sleep I
sleep I cant
I cant Sleep

I stay awake
stay awake I
awake I stay
I stay awake

GRAHAM C LINDSAY

Burning books

Why do people burn books?

Here is a negative statement about the origins of the Bible.

Before the Bible was written god had been a women. Some say she was called Lilleth and her emblems were an apple, and a snake. In the Bible Lilleth is turned into the snake of the Garden of eden tempting Adam and Eve into eating an apple. Also Lilleth in the Bible is represented as being an Owl. The Bible is propaganda and has its own agenda and Lilleth was turned from being the mother god of the earth into satan. I am guessing now but maybe people worship images of the Owl as it represents a time of wisdom and a connection with the earth. A time before the destructive Biblical hegemony.

Now imagine from this statement that a new religion of Lilleth arose and replaced the Abrahamic religions. The Bible would be seen to be a threat to the new risen Lilleth religion so they would burn the Bible.

Burning books is a powerful message. Have you ever seen the film Fahrenheit 451? Its based on a novel by Ray Bradbury. The freedom to read and write and to learn is an immutable human right. Through the history of the written word, politicians and religious figures have burned books. One of the greatest pieces of vandalism was the burning of the great library at Alexandria. Burning a copy of a Bible may seem like a nothing event, or burning copies of many of the Gideon Bibles that gather dust in Hotel drawers may seem just an empty issue, but it would lead to other vandalism. Imagine if a friend of yours took all your books and CDs and put them on the fire, what would your reaction be?

Imagine tomorrow if all the Libraries and all the book shops and every place that the written word is placed just vanished. Then like a continuing virus all the music disappeared together with every work of art. Just imagine a world where every creative expression was simply wiped away until a void was left. Not one speck of human creativity left to be admired or hated. And on tomorrow you woke to find that every word that you had ever written or music that you had ever composed or every photo you had ever taken completely vanished.