A couple of days ago someone clicked on a post of mine where I got salty about people from The Royal Kingdom of Fife being inter-bred…
I’m related to…
Samuel Greig married Sarah (1752–1793), daughter of Alexander Cook. Their union would give rise to children and grandchildren who later married into the Russian and German nobility.
Mmmn. In the 20th century the Greig’s and the Cook’s married again.
My Dad’s sister, Joy, married Archie Cook. Both of them local.
They had three daughters and the last time I went to a full Scottish Ceilidh was their eldest daughter, Fiona’s, wedding in Kinghorn. We don’t do pompous. FUN and Family are the Name of the Game
OMG. LOTS of men in kilts. Lots of music. Lots of dancing. My Dad even asked me for a dance but I was 8 months pregnant with my first son and felt like a heffalump. I couldn’t even toast the bride with a dram :o(
I posted a few days back about the time when my husband was away for 6 months and my Haters devised a plan to destroy me. They wanted to catch me in a threesome. With my two young children asleep in the house.
But they lacked certain facts. Like the FACT that the Officer Commanding of the Unit, Mr Green, had been my training officer in Chichester. Or the fact that it was HIM who’d given me the best recruit posting – to Berlin. Or the fact that he had taken me to one side during training and told me that I needed to go to Sandhurst to train as an officer. I refused.
LOL. ME? An officer? I’m a peasant.
The morning after that horrific night, Mr Green summoned me to his office and implored me to sue the perps for what they’d done. He even gave me the card of his own family lawyer and DEMANDED that I do as he said.
I refused. His reply?
Jackie – You have shown great dignity in all of this.
Poverty consciousness is the belief that there isn’t enough of anything to go around: not enough money, not enough time, not enough planning, leaders, clean air, rest, love – just about anything that you want or think you and others need, or that is important to you
Like toilet rolls or petrol or bread or…..!
I’m a non-gambler. Even in Skeg-Vegas, with all those fruit machines, I’d get bored in 5 minutes.
The Casino in Gibraltar…I made one bet on Roulette and got bored.
The one and only time I have been in a betting office was around 13/14/15 years. My husband laid a bet for me (amidst throngs of laughter) that Arsenal would win the Premier League.
I went in to collect my winnings. £90.
I don’t even do the lottery.
The one and only time I played poker was aged 17. In Marbella, Spain. I got a Royal Flush and was banned from the game forthwith
Whenever I make a verbal bet – I will bet about £33 or 66 or 99 zillion pounds :o)
Even my parents-in-law, who are from that generation that OBEYED orders from above, can see what is going on now.
They, too, have lost all faith in government and “news” and society as it is now.
The Great Awakening has many layers. There were those of us who always questioned authority. Even when I served as a teenager in H.M. Forces I had this innate knowledge that respect is EARNED not given just because y’all went to Sandhurst and had shiny decorations on your shoulders.
Then there are those who gave birth to the “truth” community. They have uncovered so much, so many lies………..!
Now we have a new wave of WOKE people who see right through the “truth” community…. and so many new lies!
But, much like those whom these Truthers denigrate and verbally spit upon, this same community is STILL incapable of taking account for what they have done. I.E. Trodden the same path as those they proclaim to despise.
There is no real love there. Just numbers – subs, views, videos produced, followers, believers (Hallelujah) and ways that y’all can make donations.
They are now being seen for what they truly are. And people like me – who questioned them years ago – are now Banned. Dead. Hidden. Abused. Threatened. Humiliated.
But y’all CANNOT stop those who come behind us and question. And debunk. And disbelieve. And need answers.
What you IGNORE, ENDURES.
If not me or those of my ilk – there will always be others demanding answers that these truthers can never confront.
I’m Scottish. We do NOT kiss arse. We confront and challenge and operate under the Divine Law of TOUGH LOVE.
Today is a holiday in Scotland. It’s also my late Nan’s birthday.
The history of St Andrew is complicated by various layers of stories, especially the biblical one, but N.C. postulates that St Andrew, the First Called, is actually a reflection of Andronicus I Comnenus (the name comes from Andros – Greek for man) and Jesus Christ. Both of whom were crucified.
He is also the patron saint of Russia, Ukraine, Georgia, Malta amongst others. He is venerated in the Crimea too.
The Scottish flag is probably the most famous of all saltires or Cross of St.Andrew and it is so easy to see how this man could have travelled to the far north of the British Isles, especially when he was closely tied to the Varangian (the Nordic Guards of the Byzantine Royal family.)
The Charmer was a 1987 British televisionserial set in the 1930s, and starring Nigel Havers as Ralph Ernest Gorse, a seducing conman, Rosemary Leach as Joan Plumleigh-Bruce, a smitten victim widow and Bernard Hepton as Donald Stimpson, Plumleigh-Bruce’s would-be beau, who vengefully pursues Gorse after he has conned her.
I remember watching the whole series. Very enlightening!
I KNOW a SNAKE when I come across one.
They are also called KARMICS.
Karmics come into our lives to teach a necessary but extremely CRUEL lesson.
You have to thank them for the warning that cobras ARE poisonous. And it’s quite daft to ever go near another one.
I swear to God that Frazer was a deeply entrenched Scottish Presbyterian.
Dour….rhymes with sewer.
I grew up with these Dour….rhymes with sewer…family members. My mother was afraid of NO-ONE. Except Lily. My paternal grandmother. Mum admitted that to me several times.
Me, myself & I am/are (?) more of an Epicurean.
Eat. Drink. And be Merry. For tomorrow we die.
I KNOW this to be true. In real life. My Mum was there one day. Gone the next.
You can be the healthiest, fittest, most sober, most select person in the whole world but get on a bike or in a car or on a plane or walk down the street and it’s……Oh. Pearly Gates, eh? Hi, St. Peter. WTF am I doing here?
Never go to bed on an argument with loved ones. NEVER disrespect/denigrate/deny/dispose of dearly loved ones.
Talking of FEY. I was living in Ulster with an 18 month old and newly pregnant when an urge came upon me to go home. I HAD to go home. No hindsight here. My Mum and I had been estranged for over a year with no contact but -still – this feeling was strong. I KNEW that it would be the last time that I’d see someone in the family. I thought it was Nan (Nana-Anne as my boys called her.)
So I went home for a week. Told my parents that they were going to have their second grandchild in 7 months.
6 weeks later my Mum died very suddenly.
Don’t be an egotistical/I’m always right/what the eff do you know? arse.
So we have an alternate history now. Written by, videoed by, shared by, vlogged by, a small number of people who have made such an impact on so many minds via the W.W.WEB that I, personally, absolutely feel/think/believe there can and will be no reparations.
Ego and money took over TRUTH and sanity.
Just because a few historical dates and circumstances were (almost =99.99999% = definitely) changed – we are now being taught by unqualified teachers that ALL HISTORY IS A LIE.
I was told the other day in a live chat WITH ABSOLUTE CONVICTION that the pyramids of Egypt had been submerged by “The Flood” for 300 years.
I left that “fact” hanging and contained my disbelief.
What so many seem to ignore is that NOW, this time, is about 400 years after the manipulation of history first began. How many generations of pupils have come and gone since then? How many teachers? How many books written?
Historians today are NOT stupid or evil or thick as pig shit. They just repeat what they’ve been taught. Without question.
We are in a whole new era of equivocation and dissimulation.
Were there not Japanese soldiers found who had no idea that the War had ended ?
Are there not youtube alt history viewers who have no idea that they are being conned?
Even PKD could not write a sequel to this book. He’d had enough of fascism!
a political system headed by a dictator in which the government (or youtube) controls business and labor and opposition is not permitted.
Way back in the ’90’s I read the Scarpetta stories but became bored by the time Blow Fly was released.
Anyhoo – this Patricia Cornwell book is a favourite. Even though I only use three recipes.
The Marinara Sauce.
The tiny cheese scones (brilliant for a party topped with prosciutto or cream cheese or feta and olive or whatever, whatever.)
Today I made her Beef Stew Recipe. With a twist or two.
Youngest son has the sniffles and feels a bit down so I did a HUGE pot of this using a small bottle of red wine, Worcestershire sauce, dark soy sauce and Red Leicester Cheese and Herbs de Provence Dumplings.
A member of the family has dementia. She is 96. Lives alone in Cornwell and her only surviving relative (her son, my brother-in-law) gets weekly phone calls from the local Cornish police. The last call was to tell him that his Mum had made one too many 999 calls, claiming that there was a ghost in her house who kept putting strange food in the microwave.
My brother-in-law has to drop everything, drive nearly 3 hours and see to his Mum.
Then, on my birthday, BFF and I have a wonderful 3 hour long conversation on the phone. Her Dad is now living with her, her husband and her three grown up children because he’s alone and has dementia.
I’ve known Nick since I was 11 years old. An RAF Squadron Leader who flew fighter jets and could outwit EVERYONE with his quick mind.
Karen asked if I’d like to talk to her Dad. So I did. For ages. Bless his heart. He remembered EXACTLY who I was :o)
I have so much research – decades of it – stored on kaput computers that are built to die. But I also have photographs, objets d’art, child drawings, letters, cards, jewellery, clothing, stones, seashells…a hundred thousand million MEMORIES of my life.
Our attic has sealed boxes filled with my sons’ childhood favourite things.
That minimalist living lark never struck a chord. We are humans and NEED tangibles to bring back memories.
Tiggy is a bit of a “whatnot” here. Until she breaks down.
There is always a line that needs to be drawn.
BTW – who INVENTED dementia? The cruelest of all suffering.
Scientists say they have made a breakthrough designing a vaccine against all 20 known types of flu.
It uses the same messenger-ribonucleic-acid (mRNA) technology as successful Covid vaccines.
Flu mutates and the current annual jab is updated to ensure the best match for the sort circulating but would probably not protect against new pandemic types.
The new vaccine triggered high levels of antibodies, in tests on ferrets and mice, that could fight a broad range.
The antigens it contains – safe copies of recognisable bits of all 20 known subtypes of influenza A and B viruses – can teach the immune system how to fight them and, hopefully, any new strain that could spark a pandemic, the researchers say, in the journal Science.
“The idea here is to have a vaccine that will give people a baseline level of immune memory to diverse flu strains,” Dr Scott Hensley, one of the scientists behind the work, at the University of Pennsylvania, said.
“There will be far less disease and death when the next flu pandemic occurs.”
…just off landfall at Whitby but in full panic because the hold is holding many coffins full of mud. There is a shape-shifting MAD DOG on the loose and the only thing the Captain can do (as sole survivor) is strap himself to the wheel and pray to God for deliverance.
BTW – Demeter is the Greek Goddess of the Earth. Food. Agriculture. Grain. LIFE and also the mother of Persephone, who was kidnapped by Hades and forced to spend half a year underground.
Am I the only person who sees these VAMPIRES feeding off our ignorance and stupidity?
Wagatha Christie? This cracks me up every time I hear it :o)
Rebekah’s story came the other day. Now this is Coleen’s side.
I knew nothing about it when it was all happening but I’m watching now because of a total, brutal sync with my own life.
Long Story – upshot of which was my total humiliation in front of the entire CP Training Company
The people I lived with on a small camp. The people I worked with – The CP Training Wing – and those who were a small but select group of close friends.
My husband? He was away on a 6 month tour guarding some British Ambassador in some effed up country.
The highest ranking man in the company, the Officer Commanding, saved me that night from the planned double rape or (what they thought they’d capture…..) me having a threesome with the babysitter and my next door neighbour.
The O.C. even gave me the number of his own lawyer and told me to take the WOMAN (my next door neighbours wife!!!!) who’d done all this to court for defamation of character.
Well Done, Coleen. Like I’ve always told my husband and my sons – BEWARE OF WOMEN. SOME OF THEM ARE TRULY EVIL!
The past 5 years of my life here have been a complete and utter failure.
I can post stuff like this until the day dot but it will still be purposefully hidden by my peers because it doesn’t kiss their own personal agenda videos.
There are only two people )in my humble opinion( worthy of respect. Both of whom have publicly spoken about being mistaken in their previous videos. OMG!
So – changing your mind and learning more is now a HERESY and worthy of public burning.
In the past four years the piles upon piles of excrement that have been pontificated about include a “really puzzling mystery” about “ancient tartarian” buildings.
Shit. They have no loos.
Must be the elite or the breathertarians or the adrenochrome junkies or NASA or the flood or the reset of 1850 that have hidden the TRUTH from us all.
OR. So called alternative historians don’t have a firkin clue what they are talking about.
In HISTORY, there is a title that aristocratic men of ambition would KILL to obtain.
GROOM OF THE ROYAL STOOL.
They stood guard on, what was called in Britain, the Close-Stool.
In France it was called the Chaise Percée.
Henry Rich, 1st Lord Holland, close friend of George Villiers, Duke of Buckingham and lover of Marie de Rohan (also father of her 4th child) held such a title. His High Honour was to be there when James I Stuart sat on the potty.
Romans had steam baths. Turks had steam baths. Arabs had steam baths. Bath, England had steam baths. In London there was a district called The Stews in Shakespeare’s time. Steam baths with added extras.
Yet we still are being force fed this kind of crap.
Hallelujah and Hail those who know everything yet listen to nothing but themselves.