On 7 January 2025, the date of my last post, I agreed to move.
Since suffering the loss of my beloved angel, Maggie, my life has undergone dramatic and exciting change. I’m not going to record the detail other than to say, it involved many challenges to overcome, a few of which are/were very impactful.
Briefly, Maggie’s heart and breathing stopped at around 8pm after a Valentine’s Day (14 February 2023) meal (curry) cooked by our son, Jason. She then spent 11 1/2 weeks, mainly in Critical Care, only to suffer a trauma two days before she died, around 10am on Sunday 7 May 2023, which meant that there was nothing more that the hospital could do. On that Friday, doctors and physios were expecting Maggie to be standing and moving the following week. I won’t explain the full effect of that period, other than it was an essential part of my recovery from losing Maggie as a physical presence.
I’d more or less been in limbo for all the time Maggie was in hospital until she was cremated on 25 May 2023 which coincided with my full acceptance of her/our transition to a higher level of consciousness. Thus the bureaucracy of dealing with life was ignored in favour of preparation for my daily trips to spend time with Maggie and what I could do to aid her recovery.
Skipping forward, on New Years Day 2024, returning from a great experience of New year’s eve in Cheadle with son Luke and fiance Carrie, I managed to drown my 4wd Subaru estate car in a ford in Derbyshire, long saga.
Then, on 7 January 2024, I was notified our landlord of the wonderful flat we rented since April 2017 had applied to county court for a repossession order; the hearing following week gave me until the next rent date 4 February to leave before a daily rental penalty would be added to the arrears but I agreed to go earlier. There was then the challenge to reduce and move my stuff to move elsewhere but where? – long story…
I was welcomed to stay with Maggie’s nephew Frank and his family and although it was for an undetermined stay, it was well understood that it wasn’t a permanent arrangement. It did however grant me the opportunity to rebuild/recover myself, physically (I lost 7 kilos during Maggie’s stay in Critical Care and more since – a later challenge also reduced my weight, strength and stamina}, emotionally, mentally and spiritually.
After the trauma of Maggie’s loss, the mental, physical and emotional reality of shedding and moving so much of our lives together, and some bizarre episodes including wandering around Paddington Station in the early hours one morning, in the freezing cold (in retrospect it was a wonder I survived), I succumbed to what is commonly known as pneumonia. With persuasion from Jason and Alex (walking me to St Mary’s Hospital) and overseeing my admission, I entered the NHS gulag on 13 February in a state of ignorance (I was delarious – according to Jason I was cheerfully compliant :-). Within a couple of days, I’d recovered my wits sufficiently to ensure that unnecessary drugs were declined. I could have been discharged a week after admission but the doctor only told me after 5pm – I’d just returned from a walk around Paddington Basin. I left the following morning, since when I’ve been travelling to London and seeing family and spending time with the wonderful groups whose loving support have ensured my recovery but my “home” has been in Kent.
This the background to the following piece that I penned in response to Lorna asking how I am getting on, having moved three weeks earlier.
It’s now nearly 3 weeks since I arrived on the farm in beautiful surroundings, near the South Coast. So much has happened since and I’ve done a lot and met many interesting and loveable people. Click for the article.
In the article, I suggested I would create a diary in the form of a daily blog but I realise it would be foolish to commit to such an endeavour… I wrote a daily article for Critical Thinking for the 8 years it ran – I no longer need that sort of commitment.
I will however try to document the more significant aspects, events, tasks in blog form here. I already have one such post to start: the circular window in Martin’s Cabin. It’s fitted but the insulation, plaster board and external finishing and painting (up a long wobbly ladder) remain to do. I can feel Maggie’s laughter and concern as she constantly reminds me I’m terrified of heights and to be especially careful with each footstep and using tools (affectionately known as implements of death and destruction).
I won’t write anything around this next item but I said in Paradise that I’ve not done any video interviews since arriving here three weeks ago. That changed Monday night a week ago – I did an interview on PressTV’s news slot at midnight.
Humanitarian situation has not improved despite Gaza ceasefire (video 10 minutes 35 seconds) – I start at arould 4 minutes in.
I was a bit exhausted the following day with the all the activity and after getting the window to a liveable state after insulation, I took some downtime, asleep around 9pm until Wednesday morning at 7am. The realisation of how I’ve been rewarded for living in accordance with universal or God’s law and my email signature: Live By Love, Take What We Need, Leave The Rest has been satisfying knowing that all that I’ve learned thus far has turned tentative conviction into firm, unassailable certainty.
This paper, written by Alex (interpreted by ChatGPT), confirms we are in the midst of a paradigm shift of millennial proportions and my personal experience validates Critical Thinking’s and subsequent analysis. I won’t say “life can’t get any better” because I’m sure everything is possible… but right now I couldn’t wish for anything better!
Love
Clive