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I'll do a proper post and list them over the weekend. Mainly I use them for relaxation and for getting into the mode for remote viewing.

Thank you fantastic topic. This is something I do regularly. First heard of it through Ingo Swann after he was trained by Robert Monroe. There are various hemispere balancing 'tunes' out there. I like binaural beats.

And they call us conspiracy theorists for talking about adenochrome etc.

https://www.thetimes.co.uk/article/bbca90b6-f305-11ec-b7b8-d1bfbe7f1c7e?shareToken=9c976fe29dda50dc5c97f2527e715151

He is like a man with a fork in a world of soup. Noel Gallagher on Liam.

It's spreading like the clappers apparently

Excerpts from Proof of heaven Eben Alexander that resemble my friend's description. Especially the end part. "Darkness, but a visible darkness—like being submerged in mud yet also being able to see through it. Or maybe dirty Jell-O describes it better. Transparent, but in a bleary, blurry, claustrophobic, suffocating kind of way. Consciousness, but consciousness without memory or identity—like a dream where you know what’s going on around you, but have no real idea of who, or what, you are. Sound, too: a deep, rhythmic pounding, distant yet strong, so that each pulse of it goes right through you. Like a heartbeat? A little, but darker, more mechanical—like the sound of metal against metal, as if a giant, subterranean blacksmith is pounding an anvil somewhere off in the distance: pounding it so hard that the sound vibrates through the earth, or the mud, or wherever it is that you are. I didn’t have a body—not one that I was aware of anyway. I was simply … there, in this place of pulsing, pounding darkness. At the time, I might have called it “primordial.” But at the time it was going on, I didn’t know this word. In fact, I didn’t know any words at all. The words used here registered much later, when, back in the world, I was writing down my recollections. Language, emotion, logic: these were all gone, as if I had regressed back to some state of being from the very beginnings of life, as far back, perhaps, as the primitive bacteria that, unbeknownst to me, had taken over my brain and shut it down. How long did I reside in this world? I have no idea. When you go to a place where there’s no sense of time as we experience it in the ordinary world, accurately describing the way it feels is next to impossible. When it was happening, when I was there, I felt like I (whatever “I” was) had always been there and would always continue to be. Something had appeared in the darkness. Turning slowly, it radiated fine filaments of white-gold light, and as it did so the darkness around me began to splinter and break apart. Then I heard a new sound: a living sound, like the richest, most complex, most beautiful piece of music you’ve ever heard. Growing in volume as a pure white light descended, it obliterated the monotonous mechanical pounding that, seemingly for eons, had been my only company up until then. The light got closer and closer, spinning around and around and generating those filaments of pure white light that I now saw were tinged, here and there, with hints of gold. Then, at the very center of the light, something else appeared. I focused my awareness, hard, trying to figure out what it was. An opening. I was no longer looking at the slowly spinning light at all, but through it. The moment I understood this, I began to move up. Fast. There was a whooshing sound, and in a flash I went through the opening and found myself in a completely new world. The strangest, most beautiful world I’d ever seen. Brilliant, vibrant, ecstatic, stunning … I could heap on one adjective after another to describe what this world looked and felt like, but they’d all fall short. I felt like I was being born. Not reborn, or born again. Just … born. Below me there was countryside. It was green, lush, and earthlike. It was earth … but at the same time it wasn’t. It was like when your parents take you back to a place where you spent some years as a very young child. You don’t know the place. Or at least you think you don’t. But as you look around, something pulls at you, and you realize that a part of yourself—a part way, deep down—does remember the place after all, and is rejoicing at being back there again. I was flying, passing over trees and fields, streams and waterfalls, and here and there, people. There were children, too, laughing and playing. The people sang and danced around in circles, and sometimes I’d see a dog, running and jumping among them, as full of joy as the people were."

I'm still deciding whether to share what he experienced as it may doxx me to others. What I will do is revisit the Eben Alexander book and pull out excerpts from that that resemble it closely enough xx

Great topic. I mentioned this before on here but it fits here too. A very dear, clever friend of mine had a cardiac arrest. He died and was revived spending the next 12 months in a coma. When he woke up he could describe what he saw and lived through there vividly. He said the closest explanation and description of his experience could be found in Eben Alexander's book " A proof of heaven". Now obviously many of us here think that what he experienced was another part of the matrix constructed reality. But for him the experience was so positive he no longer feared death, which has now sadly claimed him, finally.

Hi TFH xx As the filters were asbestos they were also potentially lethal. This an extract from Juliet Gardiner 'wartime Britain 1939-1945' "People were encouraged to wear gas-masks for 15 minutes a day to get used to the experience. The government threatened to punish people for not carrying gas masks. However, legislation was never passed to make it illegal. The government published posters that said: "Hitler will send no warning - so always carry your gas mask". Government advertisements appeared in newspapers pleading with people to carry their gas masks with them at all times. Teachers were instructed to send children back home to fetch their masks if they had forgotten them. Entry was occasionally refused to restaurants, or places of entertainment, to patrons who were without their survival kit. John Lewis, the department store, reminded staff that "those who come without their gas mask must not be surprised if they are dismissed as unsuitable in time of war".

Brilliant thank you. Our potatoes this year are a mixture of seed and just normal store cupboard sprouters. Harvest shortly looking at them so will report back!

It occurred to me this morning that face masks were the current equivalent of ww2 gasmasks. With citizens forced to carry them as a physical reminder to be ever vigilant to a threat to the lungs from poison gas effects. Which never happened. This from the Spectator, sound familiar?? 'Among those in London who refused to carry a mask was George Orwell. ‘The issue of them is simply a symbol of national solidarity, the first step towards wearing a uniform,’ he wrote in his diary in June 1940. ‘As soon as war started the carrying or not carrying of a gas mask assumed social and political implications.’ In Orwell's opinion about 20 per cent of Londoners still carried their gas masks. These he described as ‘ultra-cautious types, the suburban rate-payer type,’ and they were looked down on by the 80 per cent who didn't carry a mask. But the cautious types gave as good as they got. ‘If, and when, a gas attack comes, those idiots who have not deigned to carry the mask, which has been given to them free of charge, will die,’ wrote a correspondent to the Gloucester Echo. ‘They will have no one but themselves to blame.’ Another wrote to the Yorkshire Post suggesting two shillings as a suitable fine for those caught without a mask. But despite pressure in some quarters, including demands in Parliament, Churchill's government resisted calls to introduce fines. This infuriated some. The Mayor of Rochdale, Herbert Clarke, told his local paper on 7 September 1940: ‘If we ever get any gas casualties in this country it will be a blot on the democratic system which issues requests and not orders in a matter of life and death.’ On that same day the 'Blitz' started. Around 350 German bombers raided London, inflicting terrible damage on the Docks and the East End. But there was no gas attack, and nor would there be throughout the bombing campaign which, awful as it was, didn't result in anywhere near the number of casualties forecast by the government.'

It's fantastic to see you back and I am really interested in those solar panels. Pak choi was going to be a next trial crop so thanks for that. I stayed away for a long time for similar reasons and then when I came back the bickering and doom laden fear stuff came straight back in various guises. I'm choosing to class this as a coincidence but am being cautious.

It's a freemasonry symbol

The number 33. In so many films and netflix series. I watched a British film recently about the forced adoption and shipping of children to Australia. A true story about the hero social worker who shamed the UK government into helping the kids trace their real families. And EVEN THAT had the number 33 as the door number. Once you look for it it is everywhere with a large budget.

Video of totally innocent youtube gardener realising commercial composts are dead. He has no idea of why and is not part of the conspiracy movement. He is just reporting facts. https://youtu.be/nztZ624qfWw

Interesting one. I personally think there's a push to destroy the fertility of the soil. With the obvious result of famine and fake food. Most commercially available composts in the UK are dead. There's the ongoing demonisation of cattle through fake global warming whose manure is a vital element of fertile soils. Now from what you are seeing the (not ideal) but better than nothing chemical fertilisers are being banned for nefarious bomb building excuses. Which (the ability to use in bomb making) is obviously nothing new.

Allotment diary May 2022 northern hemisphere. Organic. Sowing. Runner beans gone in direct to soil Planting Sweetcorn raised to small plants gone in soil. Plant in blocks to ease pollination. Ditto Cavellero nero and winter cabbage. Growing Autumn sown onion sets growing well. Onion seed sown in April are kow size of spring onions. Potatoes growing really well. Kale pretty much over. Perpetual spinach croppoing daily. Savoy cabbage finished purple sprouting broccoli finished. all been a triumph. Broad beans in flower no pods yet. Rosemary, bay leaves, mint, lemon balm all doing well. Harvesting Garlic harvested and drying for storage. Sping cut and come again. Fennel bulbs being picked already. Seed collection savoy cabbage. Jobs Hoeing daily. Comfrey plant cut and put in black plastic bin. Cover with water and put lid on to create an organic fruit and flower feed. Net cabbage broccoli and cavellero nero to prevent pigron damage. Tips Pull garlic when all leaves turn yellow/ brown. Must dry off to store or they will rot Insectwatch. Bumblebees evident harvesting pollen from nettle flowers and daffodils Pestwatch Aphids big problem as ladybirds late. Some people use soapy water to kill off.

And so it begins. We knew this was the agenda. David has warned about it for years. What utter ####s

Also you don't need special seed potatoes. Just plant ones from your fridge that are sprouting so can't be eaten. Also scrape chilli seeds from your chillis and ditto seeds from your tomatoes just dry them out in kitchen roll first.

That UK 'here we grow' channel or it's new name simplify gardening is excellent for UK growing. Tony O 'Neill top guy imo.

Herbs you can buy as small pots and plant out in most of UK and that come back every year ( perennial or shrub) are Sage Thyme Rosemary Chives Mint ( in a pot invasive) Oregano Marjoram Lemon balm There are others but these are the ones I grow. Oregano can be a bit hit a miss in very cold winters.

Rewild brownfield or kerbsides by all means but they are pushing for prime farm land to be Wilded, even paying farmers to rewild prime food growing plots. https://www.theguardian.com/environment/2022/jan/06/englands-farmers-to-be-paid-to-rewild-land Plus paying farmers to retire!!! https://www.gov.uk/government/publications/apply-for-a-lump-sum-payment-to-leave-or-retire-from-farming Bill Gates ( owner of fake food company) owns the most farm land in the states. https://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2021/apr/05/bill-gates-climate-crisis-farmland And people think WE are mad for pointing out they want to make people reliant on fake food! When the evidence is right in front of their face! I can envisage a future where everything outside smartcities is Wilded.