Same planet, different worlds,One Earth.

The only place in all the universe where Man may realize his true evolutionary destiny.The Broken Planet is where the miracle of life began,the only one where we belong.The way to the earths resurrection transcends the crystaline equation.
The juggernaut of historic folly passes by the field of our responsibility,without our subscription.The profit from our industry may not be measured in the weighing of a purse. We are empowered by attention to the detail of our terrestrial duty,the path that leads to a state of grace , the way forward, is the way back home. Modest dominion, unconditional sanctuary.What we are may not described by the definition of failed, ignoble and unworthy masters.We will not be contained nor appeased by the vacuous rhetoric of crumbling temple doctrine,nor led,distracted by the blurred flat earth visions of moribund, fading empires' administration. Love will not flourish within the all consuming,secular church of competitive modernism, nor will dynasties be renewed by the imposition of human sacrifice.They may not barter for our loyalty with the promise of prize and privelege. Not for sale, not for hire, withdrawing service to the Big Mistake, we are guided by the light of our own intelligence, the light that casts no shadow. Untouchable.Divine.

The world is smiling, my raspberries are thriving,the flowers bloom,a songthrush shares a tune...

Underground railway...escape route to freedom

Part of the frieze around the base of a statue in St. Pancras station. A great piece of work regardless of one's taste in art.

Panic over, I have found it...

Put my flute down for a minute. It disappeared from mind. I had already gone through my litany of what or who could have "lost it for me". Waz getting into sulky reveries about what the omen may mean. Luck was with me, Anne-Sophie found it. There will be a few more tunes to come before the tube cracks up completely, in the mean time I have a rake of sticky tape at the ready.

Accounting for past actions...

If you have legitimate grounds for any claim against me that you feel needs to be resolved I suggest you take legal advice and have the matter brought before a judge. We are all accountable in law. You appear to be driven by the same delusional obsessions that were a major contribution to our marriage breakdown. I will continue without apology. I may substantiate any allegations I will be making in a claim to the high court. I aim to bring no charge,that will remain within the gift of the presiding judge I guess. Little or nothing I could prove of my deeply felt suspicions of you, leading up to our separation, nor did I want, as long as I could maintain my naive trust. Your secretive deviancy prior to divorce was designed to keep me in the dark. It is in overview more than "just a domestic" family matter. Both "children" are adults. They can volunteer their own contact when and if they feel so inclined. I am not hiding . They both know where I live. I will send you a copy of my most recent email to Toby. It may help towards you getting a more complete picture. I have no wish to divide your familial loyalty, but I will oppose unpardonable intrusions into my personal and private life that serve the cause of your undue influence how I morally may, prepared to account in law without concealment . When Toby acted in agency to your unlawful action he was knowingly complicitous and in his majority. He was served with summary justice, the risk any adult must reasonably take. His part was provocative. I reported my own action to the relevant authorities. His "front line intelligence gathering" as he called it was not solely reserved for harmless game play or festival fun. He appeared to be exercising his own perverted exclusive familial delusion. There is no place in my life for that. He regrets his actions at least as much as I regret my part in consequence. What remains between us, time will tell. I do not coerce him to conform to my partisan view. I don't demand to be appeased or pleased. I wont however be played. He can come to terms or stay away. His peculiar condition Dianne is not of my cultivation nor nurture. it is a result of your own unnatural relationship, is my view, a visible symptom of the effect your congenitally flawed, dominant psychology has had over years. Healthy by any definition, it is not. Your deficiencies are provable civilly. I would be glad to allow a court to decide how matters are to be resolved. The paper trail that Toby speaks of in his email to you in March 2010 is documentary. A compensative effective remedy is long overdue. The intransigence of your part is provably historic your motives will be seen in the light of evidence that reaches long before the divorce. You have deliberately acted to deceive. It will prove to be self evident. What may be obvious to a learned judge may not be apparent nor in accord with your firmly entrenched view. If there is no effective remedy that is both equittable and lawful in or out of court with all moral duties and legal obligations properly discharged, I write fror the record, I will commit all of my saved and copied correspondence to the public domain.. "Letters sent and letters meant". This is not a threat to anyone it is merely my avowed undertaking. It would be well if all sides of the sad story were seen transparently. Discreetly or not. Rights need to be acknowledged. You have deliberately acted to obstruct mine unduly for many years. Much damage has been done, causation may be substantially proven in a civil court. You are strictly liable. Cope as you may. Deal with it.you are no further forward in your advantage than when you were actively engaged in committing acts of fraud against me or when you made misleading statements on affidavit, Fraudulent nondisclosure, no less. I have all of our solicitors' exchanges. C&G correspondence . Letters exchanged between Mr. Littlewood and between "Steve" at Barclays and myself. Statements on loan agreement that implicate Mr. Littlewood and yourself in a deliberate unlawful deception. I don't need to press charges thank heavens. The rightness of my claim is not based on proving criminallity. What is evident will support my civil claim well enough. Your intrusions into my medical confidentiality and privacy are on the record . Your actions were unwarranted. You have told many lies. Much harm done. Going to court is not to be about who is to blame. It is about what is right in accordance with the Law. I am prepared to do the needful in court if I cannot secure affordable representation. You may contest my claim,that is up to you. I need not fear being unable to articulate on my own behalf. Proving falsehood is easier now. Perhaps you are banking on your distractive reasoning aiding the evasion of accountability. New excuses will not serve to cover up old lies. Abstract divergence deliberately misses the point. What's real to you must be common to all. In context with the bigger picture.
I could add many more details,enough for now. I will be sending your threesome family a single letter jointly, "To family Allen-Godden" no less. What you do between you is your own affair. I will write about how it touches me. If I sent it to you I don't trust you would share it. So I will forward you all a copy, for discussion , or not , however you as a threesome entity wish to deal with it. At least the issues of the common subject would be open to all. Choose to ignore or notice, agree or not.. If there is no civilised response privately I will not be held responsible if you behave badly or don't respond at all.A discreet private matter in honourable agreement or the embarassment and inconvenience not to say added expense through a court review of matters now in contention. Discuss or not it is up to you. It is a family matter, that being what your estranged coven claim to be, a family that is. My moral familial interests are indivisible from theirs . The long term good over short term gain.
All three have at some point played for undue profit and prize, All at my singular expense. Much harm done and hurt caused. There will be no long term benefit to hanging on to past lies. Please read with a view to understanding and discuss. Don't be too quick to make witty repost. It wont cover up foolishness.
I will close for now with little hope of a positive reply. My next offering to the Allen-Godden family inclusively will most probably be by the initial medium of my Osmiroid 65. I will forward photograph attachments of the contents to each. I hope this finds you in good health. Yours sincerely Reinold.

Wordz to follow...

The secret of eternal life...

It's the kind of title that is sure to lure a few to explore further. I won't worry if the majority end up feeling cheated , Knowing isn't a screen side phenomena.
We are warming up . Anne-So has just put the supports up for peas and beans. I will be bringing more flat stones to the yard . I am not rushing. It may be sunny but the stones are cold , damp and heavy. Viewed from the north side the yard project looks like little else than a pile of rubble. . It is only when the work is viewed by the light of full moon that the true form is obvious to the minds eye. Photographing in the moonlight hasn't proved possible. If someone out there could clue me in as to how to do it I would be most grateful. Folk'd not see much from the one eyed images whether day or night photos. I get virtually no comments good or bad in real life. There's me trying to make a point and there's "them" trying not to notice. It would be nice if I got some interested informed feedback once in a while. The only memorable comment so far came from Captain Denis, "You're crazy", is wot. Crazy enough to try I reckon, it isn't a clinical definition. I like my work, I love the life. I can afford to take my time and mek that good stuff last.
Crazy or not I am glad to be here. This week will see most of the "stone sketch " of the steps . Most of the structure is just piled up dry, without mortar. It will all get stuck down when the donkey work of lugging appropriate calibre rocks to where they will be permanent fixtures. The cement mixer is still in pristine condition, unused. This spring will see it getting the thrashing it was designed to take.
I hear there's a million unemployed youth in U.K., the number is growing fast. At sixty I may only rely on me own good knackered self to do the do in my domain. I would be glad to give youth a chance to get started. I was infected by that nasty virus once before. I will not be volunteering to bail anyone out this time round. Our marriage struggles forward on a bare minimum of cash. No social security, no promise of a pension.My altruism during Thatcher's years in office didn't pay off. Wholly cheated and robbed is all I got for my pains. It's hoped that someone would get the point o' me before terminal decline of European economy sets in. At present it looks like it is on the road to rigor mortis. A point of view is hardly going to breath new life into the corpse. "Best not give your bread to the dead," sez I. Opinion doesn't weigh heavy, popular consensus couldn't move the smallest rock . What did folk say in my youth? "Fine words butter no parsnips." Popular opinion can become consensus psychosis if left unchallenged. Be warned Internaughts, you are easily bamboozled by Klevva speak.
Today is gloriously sunny. I have done too much of this pogoing today. We are ahead of the Spring. Anne-Sophie has sown tomato seeds , early peas are in the ground. The garlic is planted. The broad bean seeds were discovered to have bean weavel, identifiable by a tiny hole in the skin of the seed. There' s a pile of stuff that I could write about what's ado in the Izdom of Iz.
The stone journey continues. I will refer to that in passing, as a casual allusion. Photos of the rocky progress will have to serve. I will leave you with that for now. Doings need to be done.
I nearly forgot...the secret of eternal life??? Keep moving, iz all.

Britain is a cold country... don't blame the government.

A brief glimpse at Yahoo news remind me of the seasonal crisis. "The "return of winter", it didn't go away and then "surprise surprise" it just popped back to finish the job. It is not news that thousands of old people die every winter in Britain. What would be news would be the assurance from both government agencies and the general public will not be allowing the annual tragedy to repeat itself.It is always winter in February. Invite someone in need to share your cosy fire. Folk ought not need telling.
If the same number of predicted untimely deaths were as a result of terrorist action there would be a rare old hue and cry. I doubt that the British population will create much of a fuss when the annual body count is over. You can't blame the government for not caring, they are representative of the peoples will. Retrospective protest wont bring anyones "loved" ones back to life.C'est normal, hey what? Neglect of duty of care renders the whole country culpable.
A recent visit to U.K. introduced me to what were once regarded as "homes fit for heroes", the are now a long way from being fit for healthy human habitation. They were designed to have fire places heated by solid fuel. Now they are sick buildings. As a practicing carpenter I learned that sick buildings make people vulnerable to many illnesses. This is the season of the culling .
They say peace of mind is proportionate to the size of ones woodpile. We cut our fuel in the summer. in preparation for the worste that the year may offer.Wood burning is encouraged by the French government. Wood is a sustainable fuel to hell with turning biomass into car fuel . Get your priorities right. France gives 50% of the price of a wood burning stove back as a tax rebate on the initial purchase of a stove whether a person pays tax or not. When will Britain,we're told it is the fifth richest in the world, announce with the passing of the cold season that "no one died of our neglect this winter". Good luck my darling Albion. If you are passing this way and feeling the chill; don't hesitate to call in and get warm.

October...

Seed for next year...
Grandma's old hat oversees the kale...
The work is never ending, it's a warming thought...
If fresh figs is what you fancy, you had better get here soon.

La Roche aux Fées...

Theories abound. Theories don't pull much weight. We don't go out much. It was refreshing to do a little revision. This place will undoubtably be a site of pilgrimage for generations to come. I don't feel too diminished in awe of the engineers of former times. It wasn't the product of just one mans effort. Content I am with the singular result of my own personal journey. We are still on the look out for as many big pebbles as we can find. We will shift them into place by magic if necessary in the event that the application of scientific principles should fail us.Doing the do, the old fashioned way without complex thinking or vaccuous words obstructing the progress.Pointless spilling thcontents of the grail all over the internet, the minor revelations on one's own personal journey are too hard earned to be wasted on coffee table banter. The work is far from academic as it is possible to be. Folk have implied crudely that I must be crazy, perhaps suffering from psychiatric delusions to be attempting to build the journeymans rest. No matter, even if I don't complete the work I have presently in hand. My home site will be a perfect venue from which to impart the benefit of the working experience to date.Pleasant enough prospect for my last mortal days.I have a while and a bit with many miles of grunting under the pressure of the stone burden before that time comes. If you want to gain a practical clue as to what may be involved
build one of your own, or lend a voluntary hand in assistance to someone who is actively engaged in neolithic construction.Let it remain a mystery to all those not prepared to do the do themselves. The knowledge gained through practical experience is simple, none vocal.
We are heading forward in every direction at once. Expanding and improving ever closer to the fabled realm by each passing season. More later.

The story so far...

Almost but not quite. We have done a fair bit since this photo was taken. I was heading in this direction over forty years ago. Making up for lost time may yet prove to be a real killer. I am a long way from my destination. This is just a picture of the garden entrance to iz fabled realm. A figment of my mind perhaps. I reckon I wasted years of me good life explaining, few if any really got the point. Here's hoping that others will glean a clue or two from the images. The product will speak for itself when the jobs done. I am getting interesting results so far is the painfully joysome fact. I can't help wanting to share a slice or too. My knees are still hurting from a recent injury, sets me panicking at times that I may not reach completion before I reach the end.
I am sharing the kitchen with a garden shredder at present. It is Sunday, quiet and sunny. The traffic is too far away to be audible.It would be a real shame to spoil it by switching on the machine.
I will do some more shredding tomorrow. I have just gathered some strawberries they will go well with the kefir when Anne-Sophie gets back from work. Home's the place we make the most lasting sense together, it just doesn't feel right when she's away.
Things to do that have been put off for a while, bringing the last of the blue stone to the site, the old barn timber too. A pile of logs need bring from the woodland. Later, me back isn't jumping for joy at the prospect. Without a doubt the jobs need doing like it or not. It will all get done, no one is ignoring the work.
I'd better get on now and do a bit of something practical.Best to keep moving whilst we can.

FORM FOLLOWS FUNCTION...

Some of us have got to stand on our hind legs ...

Anne- Sophie has just left to attend a meeting in the marie. She wont be allowed to speak but notes will be taken and her presence will be felt if not recorded in the minutes.
The slackness and complacency regarding the continual destruction of the land, our common heritage, gets a blind eye turned towards it , as the soil spews like so much chocolate sauce into the ditches. A great wonder to me that all the members of the marie aren't carrying white sticks.
A great deal of agitating is in order. Embarrassment for some, deep humiliation for some caring traditional families who's progeny now ignore the basic conciegerie, the exercise of duty of care. quick profits being put before the preservation of future generations rural economy and the common amenity for all living creatures.
Excuses abound, they are just that, easily blown out of the water. Speaking of water. The damage caused by the tractor driven ignorance, keeping the local cowboys in beer money once the heavy rain and springtime thaws have taken their toll will cause many thousands of tonnes of mineral and topsoil fines to be scoured away then dumped somewhere downstream, at the expense of some other communes ecology and local economy. Them az duz the naughty doo dooz iz gonna have the doo dooz rubbed in their noses. It is the least we can do, for now, a little more by each season passing.
The only ones in pocket are the farmers and their drivers who dip their bread in Euro funds without responsible care. The damage can and should be avoided.
Who pays for the harm that is done and who pays for the repair, if repair is possible. Everyone from the lowliest landless labourer to the most privileged and exhaulted land owner. Common peasant or bourgoisie.It comes out of the taxes.
Representaions will be made to the local electorate few are wholly awakened to the magnitude of the problem.Association will be formed to give weight to the voice of dissent against the on going neglect.Our back up may have to be the national and the European auditors. Claw backs and penalty for those who deliberately evade their moral and legal obligation.We have many photographs illustrating the results of poor practice, some video footage. Official letter of complaint has been received by the mayor.Attention is being drawn to many other interrelated issues.
Anne-Sophie has a blog expressing the relevant concerns,It's in French,time to practice what you learned in school, a real shame if all that hard earned education money was wasted.

Nice bit of stuff.

Keeping up with a moving landscape...

Several tonnes moved uphill today. Organising themselves into neat piles along the path to their destinations end and the journeyman's rest.No pictures of today, batteries died at the strategic moment. I'm still standing. Don't expect to see any of the images posted if you turn up here. Things are moving quite fast of late. Tomorrow can shift a load of blue flags and a half tonne of cobble sized rocks. Four or five barrows of schist and sand will be wheeled down to the front yard to line the trough which later will be filled with good soil. Preparation for building the retaining wall alongside Jean-Gerard's home, amounts mainly of psyching myself up to cope with an intense bit of heavy digging. Once I get it started I wont be able to stop until some stone has replaced the soil. Me body is numb weary from today's aerobic excesses.Most of the intelligence gained whilst working isn't expressable vocally. Believe me, I would if I could. Explaining the vision that inspires the on going iz easier. I will save it till the uphill is done.

St. Senoux...

Next years heating bill is paid...

Accounting for past actions...

If you have legitimate grounds for any claim against me that you feel needs to be resolved I suggest you take legal advice and have the matter brought before a judge. We are all accountable in law. You appear to be driven by the same delusional obsessions that were a major contribution to our marriage breakdown. I will continue without apology. I may substantiate any allegations I will be making in a claim to the high court. I aim to bring no charge,that will remain within the gift of the presiding judge I guess. Little or nothing I could prove of my deeply felt suspicions of you, leading up to our separation, nor did I want, as long as I could maintain my naive trust. Your secretive deviancy prior to divorce was designed to keep me in the dark. It is in overview more than "just a domestic" family matter. Both "children" are adults. They can volunteer their own contact when and if they feel so inclined. I am not hiding . They both know where I live. I will send you a copy of my most recent email to Toby. It may help towards you getting a more complete picture. I have no wish to divide your familial loyalty, but I will oppose unpardonable intrusions into my personal and private life that serve the cause of your undue influence how I morally may, prepared to account in law without concealment . When Toby acted in agency to your unlawful action he was knowingly complicitous and in his majority. He was served with summary justice, the risk any adult must reasonably take. His part was provocative. I reported my own action to the relevant authorities. His "front line intelligence gathering" as he called it was not solely reserved for harmless game play or festival fun. He appeared to be exercising his own perverted exclusive familial delusion. There is no place in my life for that. He regrets his actions at least as much as I regret my part in consequence. What remains between us, time will tell. I do not coerce him to conform to my partisan view. I don't demand to be appeased or pleased. I wont however be played. He can come to terms or stay away. His peculiar condition Dianne is not of my cultivation nor nurture. it is a result of your own unnatural relationship, is my view, a visible symptom of the effect your congenitally flawed, dominant psychology has had over years. Healthy by any definition, it is not. Your deficiencies are provable civilly. I would be glad to allow a court to decide how matters are to be resolved. The paper trail that Toby speaks of in his email to you in March 2010 is documentary. A compensative effective remedy is long overdue. The intransigence of your part is provably historic your motives will be seen in the light of evidence that reaches long before the divorce. You have deliberately acted to deceive. It will prove to be self evident. What may be obvious to a learned judge may not be apparent nor in accord with your firmly entrenched view. If there is no effective remedy that is both equittable and lawful in or out of court with all moral duties and legal obligations properly discharged, I write fror the record, I will commit all of my saved and copied correspondence to the public domain.. "Letters sent and letters meant". This is not a threat to anyone it is merely my avowed undertaking. It would be well if all sides of the sad story were seen transparently. Discreetly or not. Rights need to be acknowledged. You have deliberately acted to obstruct mine unduly for many years. Much damage has been done, causation may be substantially proven in a civil court. You are strictly liable. Cope as you may. Deal with it.you are no further forward in your advantage than when you were actively engaged in committing acts of fraud against me or when you made misleading statements on affidavit, Fraudulent nondisclosure, no less. I have all of our solicitors' exchanges. C&G correspondence . Letters exchanged between Mr. Littlewood and between "Steve" at Barclays and myself. Statements on loan agreement that implicate Mr. Littlewood and yourself in a deliberate unlawful deception. I don't need to press charges thank heavens. The rightness of my claim is not based on proving criminallity. What is evident will support my civil claim well enough. Your intrusions into my medical confidentiality and privacy are on the record . Your actions were unwarranted. You have told many lies. Much harm done. Going to court is not to be about who is to blame. It is about what is right in accordance with the Law. I am prepared to do the needful in court if I cannot secure affordable representation. You may contest my claim,that is up to you. I need not fear being unable to articulate on my own behalf. Proving falsehood is easier now. Perhaps you are banking on your distractive reasoning aiding the evasion of accountability. New excuses will not serve to cover up old lies. Abstract divergence deliberately misses the point. What's real to you must be common to all. In context with the bigger picture.
I could add many more details,enough for now. I will be sending your threesome family a single letter jointly, "To family Allen-Godden" no less. What you do between you is your own affair. I will write about how it touches me. If I sent it to you I don't trust you would share it. So I will forward you all a copy, for discussion , or not , however you as a threesome entity wish to deal with it. At least the issues of the common subject would be open to all. Choose to ignore or notice, agree or not.. If there is no civilised response privately I will not be held responsible if you behave badly or don't respond at all.A discreet private matter in honourable agreement or the embarassment and inconvenience not to say added expense through a court review of matters now in contention. Discuss or not it is up to you. It is a family matter, that being what your estranged coven claim to be, a family that is. My moral familial interests are indivisible from theirs . The long term good over short term gain.
All three have at some point played for undue profit and prize, All at my singular expense. Much harm done and hurt caused. There will be no long term benefit to hanging on to past lies. Please read with a view to understanding and discuss. Don't be too quick to make witty repost. It wont cover up foolishness.
I will close for now with little hope of a positive reply. My next offering to the Allen-Godden family inclusively will most probably be by the initial medium of my Osmiroid 65. I will forward photograph attachments of the contents to each. I hope this finds you in good health. Yours sincerely Reinold.

Iz change of plan...

"The best laid plans of mice and men..." We ended up doing something else.
The season's work has worn me thin. I am in recovery, repairing in the pits but far from despairing. Just played a great oobleedooblee solo to an empty kitchen. A bucket of haricots has just been put on the table for topping and tailing before they get bottled and stored .
There are many tonnes of stone to reclaim from the mounds of rubble . Much of what we have salvaged so far is enjoying temporary residence in the yard . waiting to move to the top of the field.
I am keeping my mortal coil at home till further notice. Avoiding future disaster and getting ahead of the present one.
I have permanently deleted my Facebook account. It was an unsolicited and unwanted gift that served no lasting practical purpose. More of a hinderance than an aid to personal progress.
There are no photos nor any new tunes to be posted for a while. I rarely record of late.
I have stacks of stuff I would like to write about, you'll just have to wait .
If I live long enough... maybe.
A lifetime's work still to be completed. It needs must be done. I hope you are doing yours. "Doing iz all." sez I.
Pogoing the key board doesn't carry a lot of weight. You can wait with breath abated for my Osmiroid 65 to get it's act together. It is not reverting to type. I would rather be writing by hand. Not comfy enough for that small self indulgence yet, but soon.
The doors always open if you are passing by this way, but don't be disappointed if you find me living here when you arrive.
We have enough wood cut and stacked for the next two year's fuel. You would be sure of a warm welcome... Dear imaginary friend...
I'll save it.