Waters and streams cont.

Continued from previous posting, below.


"Seek good, and not evil, that you may live. . . .. . . . . . . . . .I hate, I despise your feasts, and I take no delight in your solemn assemblies.. .and you can put away your flutes and your tambourines, I do not want to hear them . .and let Justice roll down like the waters, and righteousness, like an everlasting stream. ." (Amos 5:14, 21, 24.)

In the early days of Manon's life she'd witnessed Cesar and Ugolin of the influential Soubeyran family unblock the spring in her father's garden after he'd died, and seen them rejoicing, roaring with laughter and delight. She'd realised then that they'd been pretending at friendship and leading her father in a fool's paradise throughout his quest to find the spring water he owned. Her father's ruin and death had been particularly painful because of his partial hunchback. 'Bosou'.

She grows up with a need for Justice and vengeance.

Incidentally there is no French keyboard here :-)

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Manon blocks the region's water, one evening, after she happens upon it by chance....






...and the villages of Provence are thrown into desperation. They call in the 'regional management', 'L'Administration' ( the regional Council, a national joke in France) who convene a meeting, chaired by the Mayor and the community representative, Cesar Soubeyran, no less.

'Nous reuinissons ce Conseil pour cette question d'eau.' Tingalingaling! ( and the Mayor rings his little bell.)

Ugolin Soubeyran gets up. ' It's not a question, it's a catastrophe!'

Mayor; 'tout a fait, tout a fait, c'est une catastrophe. Mais grace a mes effort personnels, et grace a mon telephone... (trriiiing! he pats his hand on the only telephone in the village) j'ai fait venir a notre secours, notre representatif du Conseil d'Administration des Bouches du Rhone. And here is is.

The region agrees him, and lamentations abound. Unfortunately, the 'Administration' (Council) are unable to provide a solution or even an explanation for the water shortage, and eventually the representative is thrown out. 'Is it an underground problem, or a matter of geographic tendency?' He blethers. ' A series of experiments were recently conducted in this region. Happily I have here a very precious document, that we may trace the source of this water.

L' Administration: the source of the water does not, however, appear on this document.
Cesar Soubeyran: well then how does it advance the matter?
Admin: well, since the source of the region's water does not figure on this document, we can conclude that it stems elsewhere.......
Cesar Soubeyran: don't interrupt, everyone; let the rest of his cr*p drop forth.
L'Administration: ( ignoring him pointedly) there have been numerous meticulous experiments conducted in the region with the aim of pinpointing exactly where the source of the region's water may be found, and on numerous occasions geographic technicians have all concluded that potential disappearance of the vital source may be due, in future, to underground shiftings caused by a lake
(mutterings about the Conseil d'Administration des bouches du Rhone and their sententious incompetence generally)
....that resides several miles beneath the surface. While this lake has never been discovered......

One farmer: an undergound lake.
Another villager: experts, eh?
One villager shouts: When will the earth shift back and give us back our water?

L'Administration: well, nothing 's certain. Perhaps tomorrow, perhaps in five years...
Cesar: perhaps in a hundred years.......
L'Administration: it's not out of the question. ( yelling and shouting ensues.)
Cesar: and in the meantime, what can you do for all these people, for all of us?
L'Administration: we can provide you with enough water for your daily needs via donkeys and carts that will bring the cisterns in, every day.
Another Soubeyran: my carnations! My business! What am I going to do!
Admin: ( calming the row) I suggest that you all go and cultivate elsewhere.
The Mayor: the Mayor's office cannot accept that! etc. etc.

So hie they all to church on Sunday, to be greeted by an interesting priestly discourse of the Provencal variety .

' Good day, all, and welcome to our ancient little chapel, God's sanctuary on earth, and a place of rest and hope, in trouble. There is the entire community; we notice; even a certain group who usually spend their Sunday morning sitting outside cafe terraces, drinking Pastiche. I will not say who these are, of course; since everyone's looking at them already; such actions may cause their repentant hearts to harden, and render all our prayers, vain. And yet, on this solemn occasion, it has perhaps; doubtless, I would say; dawned upon the heavenly host, that the prayers that you all boldly offer today are Hosannas for your artichokes, tambourines for your tomatoes, and Hallelujahs for your turnips.

This source of our prosperity, this water, so constant, so abundant, I must speak to you about it seriously. Why has it dried up, in our hour of need ? This situation reminds me of a biblical story about a plague that was sent to the biblical community on account of the sin of a King who'd perverted the course of Justice for orphans and widows... and I ask myself the question .... are there criminals and Justice perverters in our midst? It's not out out of the question entirely. Many crimes escape the Justice of Men. But the Lord keeps the entire account. And it is to the criminals in the congregation that I address my discourse today. One in particular; and I say to him; "My brother. There is no sin, that cannot be pardoned, no act that cannot be washed away by the sacrifice of your Lord Jesus Christ. Confess, and make restitution, and you will be saved." '

Outside Ugolin and Cesar Soubeyran outline their spiritual concerns, each.
' What did you think of the sermon, Cesar?'
'All hot air, as usual.'
' The priest, he was looking straight at me. And so was Manon. She seemed to say "the criminal, it's you!"'
' Oh...what does the priest know about it. ..he's new to the village. He's only been here a year!'
'Yes but maybe someone's spoken to him in confession.'
'Ah. Well Anglade, possibly. He's so sanctimonious, he may have been confessing other people's sins. No, one thing everyone knows round here is that you don't mess with other people's affairs. ...the priest knows nothing. Forget it....'

Off they go this God fearing community to drink Pastiche for the schoolmaster's birthday, Manon included. Contrary to the former's wishes , the schoolmaster takes up the subject while they're all standing about in the sunshine.
' Alors ce sermon. Qu'est ce que vous en pensez?'

Cesar: well what do you want us to think? It's just alot of words.
Schoolteacher: no... for me that discourse was aimed at somebody.
.......well...who? ( this, asked by more or less everyone.)
Cesar: if there was a biblical criminal in our midst, we'd all know, surely!
Schoolteacher: as far as I'm concerned our water has not been blocked by a divine apparition. The priest must have been talking about something specifically. He probably can't say anything outright because he heard it in confession.
A brave villager: it seemed to me that he was looking at Ugolin a good deal. Especially when he talked about a King who had the plague and landed it on everyone.
Ugolin: at me? what for? I've got the plague, have I?
Cesar: if it's to take us for men who pervert the course of Justice , frankly, I prefer to go home.
Claude: Cesar, this reaction doesn't tend to your favour. One might conclude-
Cesar: 'I do not give a fou what one might conclude. My conscience is my own. Come on Ugolin let's go'.

( Ugolin refuses.)

A villager advises Manon gently that she can return the water to the community.

'Me? How?'

'By coming to the procession! ( turns to crowd) The prayer of a homeless orphan who's been wronged goes straight to the sky like a lark, and Jesus Christ will gladly hear it.'

The Mayor: ( sniggering) he takes her for a Saint.

Manon bursts out: 'I will Not pray for a pack of hypocrites who stole my water and my father's life!'

The schoolteacher asks her to explain herself....

Manon points to the bewildered Soubeyrans, who were never intelligent of the fact that as a little girl she'd seen them unblocking cement that they'd lain over the spring in her father's garden before sending him on a fool's errand as to its whereabouts which had slowly, painfully, cost him his life.

Cesar carefully responds.....'this sad story of hers, is absolute fantasy. Pure imagination. What happened was her poor father worked and worked to find that spring, which lay beneath his garden, and in the end the effort killed him. Poor man. We, seeing the poor women in distress, this girl and her mother, offered a very reasonable price for the land, and sent them on their way. After, we looked, and we were lucky enough to find the spring in his garden.....'

Manon: in half an hour?

Claude: I think what ought to be said to you about that spring water Cesar, is what the Lord said to Saint Pascal; "....you would not have been looking for me, if you had not already found me".

Cesar: I do not give a fou what God said to Pascal. Nor that priest. In fact the last time I consulted him he spoke to me in such a manner, I nearly gave him two slaps round the face. My conscience is my own. Come on, Soubeyrans; let's go.

Manon: it is not true, Liar! The truth is you knew where the source in that garden was all the time. The truth is, you deliberately blocked it. Voila la verite. And my father is dead on account of those two assassins....

Cesar: Pure imagination! We did our best to help her father find his spring...he tried and tried, and if he'd continued looking he would have found it, probably. Poor man; in the end he died in an accident. We helped those two women in distress; and there you have it. We saw the women bereaved, trying to pay for the funeral. We put in a modest offer for the house and the land. That's what she calls, 'stealing her water.' There, citizens of the town; help a lame donkey and it'll gub on your foot. Come on Soubeyrans; off we go.

Ugolin refuses.

Cesar: it's pure callonie! Who saw us block that spring? Who?

'Ah'. And he points triumphantly about.

'I saw you, the pair of you,' comes a voice from behind a gate.

Cesar looks about, startled. But not for long. He laughs. 'Oh him; he never knew his left hand from his right! They rejected him at the army for much of the same.' 'Yes that's true,' the witness admits. ' I pulled one over on them. The Major certainly had his doubts.. ....'
'Tell us what you saw, that day.' Interrupts the schoolteacher.
' Well; there I was, in old Camoin's house... shooting birds through the window'.
Cesar: what a disgraceful thing to do.
Witness: I didn't hit for a half an hour, and I'd been drinking that afternoon, so after a short while, I fell asleep.
Cesar: see; he fell asleep, the old fool!
Witness ( shouting confidently): I fell asleep, but I didn't dream! After a while I woke, I got up, went to the window, and adjusted my rifle... when lo! A strange sight caught my eye. Him, with the spade and fork, and that other, with a sac of mortar! And I thought hey ho, what's this; so I determined to watch a while longer. They seemed to be making their way to the place where old Camoin's spring was rumoured to be... and then after a while, I saw them dig a trench in the garden, until all the water burst out. And then, him, with mortar, and him, with the spade- I saw them lay the cement, and block the source!

Cesar: Ugolin, we must go.

Ugolin Soubeyran: ( quietly) supposing that's true, what everyone says about me. I'm not saying that it is, but just supposing. I know how to make amends.
And he throws himself at Manon, who despises him. He weeps, and accuses Cesar of ruining his life. And leaves.

Cesar: there. Are you all satisfied? Since you're all against him, I'm staying to defend him.

Schoolteacher: that might be a difficult task.

Cesar: but it is pure rubbish, I tell you! Rubbish! Come on, all of you! You all know that there was never a spring at old Camoin's old house, before we stumbled upon it! Tell him! Tell him, all of you, that there never was a spring!

Cesar, with a threatening gesture: Right, all of you. Be careful. If you, any of you knew that there was that spring, and you didn't tell that girl's father; 'Le Bosou'-you, each one, are responsible for his death!

And with that he musters his appearance of dignity and marches off.

Villager: bastard. Old bastard!
Schoolteacher... well what's the truth of it?
Villager: the truth is that everyone knew there was spring water at the end of that garden. No one dared point it out to the Bosou because we were all afraid of what the Soubeyran's would do; no one wanted to pit themselves against the Soubeyran's to defend a man who was from Crispin. They wanted that land. There it is.

Schoolteacher; why would he do it? For the business....?
Manon: No, not just for the farming. He wanted revenge on my grandmother, Florette, because he hated her for leaving the village to go and marry my grandfather. He revenged himself on her son.

Villagers: Florette Camoin, she was your grandmother?

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Waters and streams

When I mention Agatha Christie's 'Verity', I refer to the story 'Nemesis.' I call it 'Verity'. I always have done. I think that's probably what she would have wanted from me. Somehow.

The 'Nemesis' title evokes harsh retribution on the culpable and relatively innocent alike, and it seems to have guided critics in a certain direction, or I'd link a review here. I find the reviews inadequate. Agatha Christie called her story 'Nemesis' to imply 'Divine Justice', as if to evoke the scriptural warning 'It's a terrible thing to fall into the hands of the living God.' Verity in the stroy is a murdered girl who's spirit never got Justice, and a metaphor for truth. 'Nemesis' is the metaphor for the comeback life provides on behalf of the lost girl, 'in God's good time'.

This story meant much more to its author than many of her others.

When I mention the beautiful musical theme to the famous production I am not talking about the silly theme tune to all the Miss Marples, which is something of a foolishness. I am talking about the tune that runs gently through this one example. I have run the web for it, and I can't find the music sheet. If I do, I'll print it up here, as it won't leave my mind.

'Find Verity. The truth was buried with her.'

Well, every crime writer is envious of that line.

I'll sum up. I'd rather be able to print a link to a review, but the critics, especially the Telegraph, do nothing but plonk about. The wiki is just about okay:

'After the inquiry into Miss Temple's death, Miss Marple is visited by Archdeacon Brabazon, who was a friend of Miss Temple's. He says that she was planning to visit him. He then tells Miss Marple that he was going to marry Verity Hunt and Michael Rafael, but had been sworn to secrecy about the matter by Verity. While he disapproved of the secrecy and of Verity marrying Michael, he agreed to marry them because he could see that they were in love and he was most surprised when they did not turn up on the arranged day for their marriage.' ..

...but it doesn't cover it.

Verity died just before the marriage. Michael Rafael was falsely accused of her murder and made an outcast by innuendo and gossip, but there was no evidence to charge him, or indeed anyone, with her murder, so he spent ten years wandering the streets as a homeless tramp; a ludicrous situation for the son of millionaire. It's a romantic story, but it has a ruthlessly honest and pragmatic approach. Michael Rafael's life couldn't begin again until the matter was sorted; of course he could be formally accused of Verity's murder at any time and is not in a position to offer himself to society.

His father , on his death bed, has had enough of shame and pain. And he's dying. He decides that he wants 'Verity' to have Justice even if it costs him his son, and this is his last prayer.

Cue Miss Marple and her coach tour- he writes to the best minds he knows, and sets them off on the mystery. This is the Christie aspect we've learned to be dismissive of. On this occasion though, it pales into the background against the voice and last dying wishes of Old Rafael.

On judgement day you will not be evaluated on how well you said your prayers, how fine your long your sermons are, how well you present yourself, how well you conduct your life's rituals ( and we all have them, in our way) how long your gown is, how long your beard is, how nice your head wear is, how well formed your opinions are, or how golden your buttons and badges may be etc. but on who you have hurt, and how, and why.

Christie uses the scripture evoked in 'Manon des Sources', another ( perhaps supremely) beautiful tale of 'Nemesis' on behalf of a wronged girl. 'Manon of the springwater.' ( You-Tube film extract.) The local villagers, two in particular, have in past times contrived to conceal from her father the source of the spring water that he owned, which lay buried in his garden. Given that the water was vital for sustenance as well as prosperity, he'd died while seeking it out, while they lead him in a fool's paradise as to its whereabouts. One evening, however, Manon finds the spring source of the water for the entire region. Extraordinary consequences result from the instant action she takes, involving the penultimate death and downfall of the Soubeyrans, key authors of her situation. She made many attempts to obtain Justice and vengeance before, but they all failed.

The story implies that the Lord does not always approve our many attempts to find Justice, but that He's listening, and acts in His time.

"Seek good, and not evil, that you may live. . . .. . . . . . . . . .I hate, I despise your feasts, and I take no delight in your solemn assemblies.. .and you can put away your flutes and your tambourines, I do not want to hear them . .and let Justice roll down like the waters, and righteousness, like an everlasting stream. ." (Amos 5:14, 21, 24.)

Some rest

I'm staying with some friends and resting at moment, after all the fiasco that happened at court, and the non presentation of my defence exhibits, and everything else. It's too much to sit and think about on my own, so I'm just taking it easy with the good friends I've met lately. I don't even want to look at all the abuse that's still going on, on the web. Just good friends and wine and rest. Anyway, that's why I haven't been blogging for a bit. I want to clear my ideas and think carefully about the next stage, as there is a lot to sort out.

The criminal Justice system, socalled, is a difficult thing to deal with- finding someone good to present your defence evidence faithfully is like dipping for apples in a barrel full of vicious snakes. You can only keep doing your best, it's a fact. But given the evidence in my defence that should have gone into Court and that I was cheated out of byTrial Counsel, ( the solicitor advocate who was supposed to be defending me case) there is an acquittal on the horizon; I have always known that, and I'm not going to worry unduly now.

Notice that although the CPS prosecutor stated that in no way are any members of the abuse mob connected, (he said that, though it is totally untrue) and that they have no association with media strategists ( while the solicitor advocate who ruined my defence partly by not presenting one scrap of evidence out of four thousand pages, just at there) not only do the mob and these media strategists all attack at the same time, but they all hold off, in unison.

Today

This is quite helpful. Suggested by a commenter ( web search). According to these there was definitely negligence and failure of 'duty of care' by Trial Counsel ( as outlined in the posts below). I reiterate that this in no way emanates from my solicitor who did a super job, along with myself, all year. It was awful to be stabbed in the back in the witness box by Trial Counsel for no reason. (What can he have been thinking of; everyone heard it. He was expressley destroying my chances by putting false doubts in the Judge's mind.) And stopping me from giving evidence, incase I mentioned exhibits.... four thousand in my defence, compiled by my solicitor beforehand...

I am not sure what the case is, where Judges are negligent, and ignore evidence or specific situations. There will be Trial precedents and no, ( in answer to a commenter) you can't sue Judges, you have to take them to other Judges, and ask these Judges to state that the previous Judge was wrong entirely on account of his blundering, which is no easy thing in that particular society. I was falsely accused of harassment 2 in the past, eight years ago.
People have been saying all sorts of things about an incidence that happened nine years ago regarding the Justice system; in fact I was hit by a car before going to Court, and I never gave evidence. No Justice happened. Ever since then I've done nothing but rebuild my life, which is again smashed to bits. It still needs looking at, that one; but the reason I didn't is because I didn't want any more hassle. It was a complainant vendetta.)
I tried to take it further; but it was hopeless: we were met with obtuse beligerance from other, higher placed Judges, for no good reason. Except I suppose that the barrister didn't do at all well that day.......

With regard to Trial Counsel's deplorable behaviour, it's difficult to know what to do. I do want keep Noams ( as I call him.) He uses that particular Trial Counsel sometimes.

But commenter Andy's right; there is a lot you can do. Or at least try. Some Judges like to see a good chance to put right wrongs. They love a good injustice case. It exists, we shouldn't grieve.

Today though I just felt like burying my head under a pillow and forgetting the existence of the world and his wife.

Whoever heard of a Trial where None of four thousand defence exhibits go in!

And the world and his wife currently believes nothing but preposterous nonsense about me by the mountain. And my abusers continue to celebrate their harassment 4 stunts. My life can't begin again until I sort this out.

But most of all, my research is still in the hand of untrustworthy people, and you know I never cared about the rest.

I'm finding my calm again. That lovely tune to Chritie's 'Verity' keeps coming to mind. One of her few, heartfelt stories. The story of ' Verity' and her lover, falsely accused of killing her, whose life was wrecked, who wandered the streets for ten years. ( Ten years!)

It's such a beautiful... little tune. And for some reason it keeps coming to mind. That literacy she pens.

'Find Verity. The truth was buried with her.'

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The abusers continue sending me messages justifying their abuse. I am not going to print them, just store them.

Adjourned, apparently ( I thought it was, when writing this post.)

Where I go from here, given what's happened, I really don't know: I'll have to take advice as and when appropriate. I am tired of sitting in the front seat of a carriage driven by a mad horse, which is what's been happening to me throughout this Trial, throughout this whole business, as I described in the posts below. I refuse to allow it to drive my head into a wall today; where, please, is the point in that. Thus she alights, and quits the cart horse in disgust. :-)

I haven't spoken to Noam, ( solicitor) but, I suspect, he was a complete sweetie to get that adjournment today.

I can't believe what just happened, in the light of all the events, can you? It was witnessed by everyone, I am not having a yarn here. Unbelievable. " She hasn't got a solicitor, I'm her solicitor.".. says solicitor advocate, Trial Counsel, an entirely different man, who I met only last week. " What is the defence exactly?.... because I'm completely lost, here." ..the Judge asks.

What a fiasco. I envisage the CCRC as the next stage, since I'm the one who's asking for her conviction to be quashed; unless the defence can be reheard; the Judge is not to blame, he can only go on evidence presented to him- though this one was very reluctant to hear any evidence from anyone at all. (One police officer simply stood up and sat down without saying anything whatever, which must have been a trifle humiliating for him).

Perhaps he just took one look at us all..... :0)

I was continually put in a really absurd situation because my proof and exhibits did not go in, and the sol;icitor advocate disregarded my proof of evidence entirely. ...I denied allegations, (which was all I could do without the evidence that's taken a year to accumulate, which definitely acquits me, along with other points. You've all seen some of it....). I was subjected to histrionic allegations- all of it useful when taking the matter further, that's a comfort.

Update re post below...

Following on from my previous posting. A fax has gone to Judge Lamb outlining all the problems and incorporating e mails from my solicitor, who has worked so hard on the matter, which underline his own opinion that exhibits are extremely important, and need to go into evidence. I have telephoned Snaresbrook Crown Court, who have confirmed that they have got the fax in their hands and that they are going to place it before the Judge. I have the fax confirmation.

I have had no sleep and have been ill with worry and stress. I think anyone could understand that. I am seeing the Doctor today and have told the Court that I will fax medical evidence later.

In a way this is more distressing than last time, as so much work has gone into making sure that there wouldn't be mistrial; yet look at the current situation ( as outlined in my post below.)

It is awful to be so badly let down at the last stage like this.

Incase anyone's wondering, I deny allegations made against me, and continue to. Be very careful (again) with what you read about me in the near future. I had to sit through hours of more utterly preposterous allegations, which seem to be getting worse and worse and more and more histrionic; I faithfully did sit through it all, hoping all the while that I would at least be able to present my defense, even though the allegations were not properly confronted during the CPS case; and I have not been able to present my defense as I know it, my defence as it was agreed with my solicitor.

As far as I can see, throughout this matter, my only crime is that I have at no stage been able to present my defence properly.

Update:

I am due at the Doctor's this afternoon. The Judge cannot read my fax outlining the essential points about how trial Counsel has misrepresented me apparently because I am a party to the appeal. Trial Counsel is there continuing to represent me apparently and has made the relevant points about my physical health ( for the first time.) I am a little surprised at this, given the remaining contents of my fax, which have not been communicated to the Judge, though my solicitors have a copy. My solicitor is present apparently, for the first time, and I am surprised at this, as I was told he could not be.
Don't get me wrong, I have worked well with my solicitor and have had a good professional relationship with him. Like I said, it is dreadful to have been let down so badly at the last minute by another party. Yet this is not being communicated to the Judge.

I can only submit the medical evidence later today, as already explained to the Court. Urgent submissions from Doctor's are not a slot machine that defendants who have been denied being represented according to their instructions in any way can simply click on: Doctors have their own timetable. I have to fit in with the Doctors. I am very weak and exhausted and sick of this whole shenanigan. I am just a human being. The law and the system and some of the people in it seems to have turned into a wild ass and gone bonkers, like one charging at me continually. It's harassed me to death. And what am I being accused of by the CPS? Harassment. It's a mad joke in the circumstances.

I prefer to be a quiet and free human being than be frightened and booted around by such a bonkers process. At the end if the day that's all you are, and all you can be. Interestingly enough, none of my acquaintance seem to give a -- and continue to send me invitations to theatres and art exhibitions. O the strong ethical influence of Judge's ( or rather, it was a Magistrate's) rulings in the mind of society these days.

Update: trial Counsel has withdrawn from acting. This is the only honest way for him to deal with his complete misrepresentation of me and the failure to present evidence to Court. I must get some rest.

A serious problem.

I am in the middle of giving evidence and so can't talk about my evidence.

Before reading this post, you'll need to know that my Trial Counsel has been in Court with me, and my solicitor, who has been a good friend to me, and done many hours work, has not been in attendance due to funding regulations.

There has however been a serious problem in that none of my exhibit evidence has gone into Court, and no one has been cross questioned in relation to matters relating to this evidence or my proof of evidence which my solicitor and myself spent a year's work on. Trial Counsel, a solicitor advocate who I do not know, refused to allow me to put it evidence in, interrupted me when I tried ( although he had agreed its relevance) and I feel I have been completely betrayed/let down in this respect.

Both myself and my solicitor have spent two hundred hours on my defence and my exhibits, and we both agreed that it was very important. This is a serious concern.

I do not know why trial Counsel (the solicitor advocate who was supposed to properly represent me in court) kept trying to interrupt me and stop me when I tried to put exhibits in, since we had agreed that they should go in, outside Court. Or why these exhibits were not put forward by him when cross questioning occured at an earlier stage. There are four thousand pages of exhibits. Last night I heard from my solicitor on the email: he was saying that certain exhibits were essential and I needed to be sure to take them to Court. Refusing to put them in, or organise this, was entirely contrary to my instructions, which are very obvious, and involve a proof of evidence which is lengthy and detailed and involves hours of work. I can only conclude that Trial Counsel ( the solicitor advocate who was supposed to be representing me) did not study the proof of evidence and exhibits or take the matter seriously.

There is no other explanation for him refusing to allow me to submit my exhibits and cutting me short when I tried to introduce them in evidence.

As soon as he refused to allow me to put them in ( and began interrupting me during my evidence when I tried), I explained to the Judge that two hundred hours of work was being betrayed, and that the exhibits were relevant and material, and that Trial Counsel had agreed that they were, and that my solicitor thought that they were. The Judge asked me who my solicitor was, and Trial Counsel ( the solicitor advocate who was supposed to be representing me) claimed that he was my unique solicitor, himself. He said " She doesn't have a solicitor, I'm her solicitor." This is simply not true: and a very bizarre thing for him to say; my solicitor who has done all the work on the evidence is at Hickman and Rose, and is not this person.

I explained who my solicitor was, i.e. my solicitor at Hickman and Rose, and stated that we had put a great deal of work in. The Judge took the name of my solicitor and the firm.

This is a very important issue with evidence exhibits, and I relate this matter to protect myself, in case of (yet) another injustice and another serious libel and abuse campaign against me. I can't go into anything relating to actual evidence that I gave that relates to the case in hand.

I feel I have been completely betrayed in this way by my Trial Counsel.

My expectation is that given that there has been this issue, the matter may have to go a stage further. It was extremely important that I was able to validate my claims, which of course I can do, and I was denied the opportunity to do so, by myTrial Counsel.

When we set out to start the case, I was told that witnesses would be confronted by my evidence ( this was by Trial Counsel, the solicitor advocate whoe was supposed to be representing me properly). As things progressed and he did not confront them with relevant and essential exhibits, I asked him what he was doing and continually pleaded with him to spend some time on it -and he consistently refused to, throughout the Trial. Consistently. He does not know my proof and was unable to locate any exhibits when I asked him to. I was then told, by him, that exhibits would all go in when I wass giving evidence. However, when I tried to put them in while giving evidence ( after he had agreed outside Court that they should go in) he interrupted me and stopped me, and this happened four times.

I then explained the matter to the Judge, that there was serious evidence that needed to go in, that was not going in.

I do not know this man ( 'Trial Counsel', the solicitor advocate who was supposed to be representing me): I saw him once in prison, and met him properly last Thursday. We did not have time to go through my proof of evidence together. When I tried, several times, he purposefully denied me the opportunity to do so, and treated the matter like a waste of time.

My solicitor from Hickman and Rose, who has worked very hard, is not responsible for this problem. As far as matters having to go a stage further, and in the event of yet another serious libel and abuse campaign; as you all know, I am well used to living with it. It will stop like a world war against me when it finally runs out of steam, and perhaps this is not yet the time.

My above claim about the exhibits and Trial Counsel and what happened is all on the Crown Court transcript, which validates my claim about what has just occured. All comments go into the microphones and all are recorded. The Crown Court is extremely strict in this way. As the exhibits confirm the claims I made in Court, as my proof of evidence confirms my story. Everything is recorded.

A serious problem.

Here's an extract from an e-mail from my solicitor of last night, I agree with some of it:

"As to the human rights arguments, I have been working on these most of yesterday and all of today and forward you a copy with this e-mail, together with the cases we are using.

Lastly, I can assure you that ( quotes trail Counsel) will do everything in his power to present your case in the fullest possible manner but he must also defer to the court. Also, it is always the case that the more material you present, the less impact it will have. Given the approach the court has taken to relevance, I think we should let the volume of material (our exhibits etc) speak for itself and then pick out only our best points. Doing it any other way will do nothing other than annoy the court. "

" As to the ( a key case issue) ----- he ( quotes Trial Counsel) is going to ask you questions about that because you proved conclusively that ( quotes an essential series of exhibits). Please ensure you take these to court tomorrow. "

Which I did.

So why did Counsel object to me handing these exhibits in as evidence? Why did he start aggressively interrupting me with questions, when I tried to do so? Why did he not draw the Judge's attention to our exhibits? The Judge was under the impression that there were no defence exhibits atall until I mentioned them. Further, at a later point, I stopped Trial Counsel during my evidence and asked him, 'You haven't questioned me about 'x'. He said 'I know, deliberately.' What's that supposed to mean exactly? That is not the way a loyal person behaves. If I ask a to be questioned over something that the Judge is Obviously going to see, in order that I may deny an accusation, then that is an innocent stance on my part.

..... it's an expressed concern ( by the lawyers) that the Judge has been giving everyone such short shrift. The CPS barrister has been flouncing about saying 'I really don't like the way he's doing this, it isn't fair to anyone.' Trail Counsel said ' Basically he ( the Judge) thinks this case is complete crap and he wants to get rid of it.' Well, small wonder the Judge thinks the case is crap, when no one tells him anything about what's going on, and defence don't submit any essential exhibits.

How can you blame the Judge for rolling his eyes to heaven and treating the case like 'crap' when there are no defence exhibits? And there is no serious cross questioning of CPS witnesses? It is not the Judges' fault that they want to see a good and interesting job done.

It is perfectly clear that my solicitor thinks that my exhibits are weighty, and a must, and that we would most certainly be relying on the best ones. Is it not? What do you make of his e-mail?It is out of the question that either he or myself would have dismissed our exhibits: no chance. The transcript at Court demonstrates that they way Trial Counsel has been behaving is totally contrary to everything I agreed with my solicitor, who I feel very sorry for at this moment. He has been a very good friend to me.

Neither of us deserve to have our work thrown away like this.

The transcript of the Court case incidentally is public information.

The Judge asked Trial Counsel 'would you like to tell me what your defence is, as I am lost.'

The Judge asked me why I did not make sufficient efforts to obtain my hard drives. That, is surely the Court blunder of the decade, though hardly his fault. My Trial Counsel did not ask the police one single question. I mentioned Special Branch, therefore, without making any shout about it, and the Judge looked astonished. He said are they Sub Judice or something? What is going On?

I was not invited to explain, and the Judge certainly has not got the truth of the matter.

Then all us insignificant people were asked to leave the room, while trial Counsel and the flapping CPS barrister talked to the Judge about the position re Special Branch and the hard drives. When I came back in I was confronted with a piece of paper that the lawyers had signed that I was not privy to. Now that I don't like: neither would you.

A certain couple have been bullying me in the corridors and have had to be corrected by the CPS but this is no surprise.

Off we go to the Criminal Cases Review Commission by the looks of it. I did have a feeling that the business would not be dealt with in one hearing.

I am sick and tired of being subjected to let downs and connivance and anyone who likes can take this post into Court with them tomorrow.

Respect for the flowers p.l.e.a.s.e....

Just had a nice meal and a glass of wine, at my favourite caf. It was a beautiful day today, almost ;-) . The turrets at Snaresbrook look like something that emerges out of an ancient fairy tale. I was misdirected, on the tube, and blundered in late, lumbering in with my crutch, which I do hate. ( I have had the hospital report now, and I'm being put on a sequence of physiotherapy.) Happily it hadn't started...

The bushes in Snaresbrook's beautiful fairy tale gardens have all been decapitated to make way for snooping photographers. Decapitating the flowers in May, for such an exercise! Obviously the gardener is one of the more docile characters of this life.

Where have all the flowers gone?
Long time passing
Where have all the flowers gone?
Long time ago
Where have all the flowers gone?
Girls have picked them every one
When will they ever learn?
When will they ever learn.
etc.

:-)

Song Sparrow

Favourite Psalms of hope....

He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High, who abides in the shadow of the Almighty, will say to the Lord, "My refuge and my fortress; my God, in whom I trust."

For he will deliver you from the snare of the fowler and from the deadly pestilence; he will cover you with his pinions, and under his wings you will find refuge; his faithfulness is a shield and buckler.

You will not fear the terror of the night, nor the arrows that flies by day, nor the pestilence that stalks in darkness, nor the destruction that wastes at noonday.

A thousand may fall at your side, ten thousand at your right hand; but it will not come near you. You will only look with your eyes and see the recompense of the wicked.

Because you have made the Lord your refuge, the Most High your habitation, no evil shall befall you, no scourge come near your tent.

For he shall give his angels charge of you to guard you in all your ways. On their hands they will bear you up, lest you dash your foot against a stone.

You will tread on the lion and the adder, the young lion and the serpent you will trample under foot.

Because he cleaves to me in love, I will deliver him; I will protect him, because he knows my name.

When he calls to me, I will answer him; I will be with him in trouble, I will rescue him and honor him.

With long life I will satisfy him, and show him my salvation".

One of the local churches I was telling you about meets at noonday to pray for this. For peace, assurance, protection; prayers against destruction. It's one of my favourites, this Psalm. We're a small group, whose destinies are embroiled in the events of our extraordinarily sabotaged lives; we're the high risk, always 'almost lost' souls.... ( as in, those whose lives are endangered, who might give up in the face of the adversity, or whose lives are attacked to an extraordinary extent.) The ones whose lives might be viewed as being attacked by those great wicked angels that no one dare rebuke in their own strength, apparently, according to the bible.

The Pastor treats us as the dunce element. :-)

"What, is, the secret place of the Most High?" He repeats. " Is it a place? Is it a church? What, is it?"

I answered, 'it's...when you're in God's arms. When you've such assurance that first, you don't fear what comes your way.. because there's so much Holy Spirit in your life; and you don't even care what does, because you're so close to the Lord- your wishes and attitudes all change."

"Yes!" he booms; as if to say.... 'well what Is wrong with you lot, then?"

Some people are having a hard time at the moment; it's not their fault.

I have even had the solicitors' secretary lecturing me all late afternoon on how everything happens for a reason.

I love the wording of that Psalm; I wonder if it's anyone else's favourite. 'The fowler and the deadly pestilence'....... well that does sound like Special Branch, whatever the critics want to state. And 'the destruction that lays waste at noonday.'....Beautiful. I wonder which great dreadful Luciferian associate that refers to, moving about the spirit realm, laying waste in certain people's lives. It looks like more than poetry, doesn't it? Beautiful..

Has Sinead O'Connor already been there, yup, she's already been there.... :-)

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n.b. There was a very nice Judge today ( last pre trial meeting).

Good day

I have now observed a transcript of the ridiculous insubstantiated lies that were told in my absence during the Court case we are appealing, and given instructions accordingly.

Obsessed with the Security Services, am I?

I wonder why I would need to be obsessed with them, when it was in fact me, who was inside the door; a place were my false accusers would have dearly loved to be. Before they started making false allegations to police in order to sabotage my work, get my hard drives confiscated, grab afew headlines and mess around with my Special Branch Based research.

All of which I reported on my blog, which was a faithful excersise of my Human Rights.

Bless God for this beautiful and positive weather which makes all thing good, positive, and endurable.

Lovely!

Truly lovely.

Bird's eye views

Looks like an old Judge, doesn't he.

I'll just think of him the week after next, if it all goes ahead.

Spent a lovely afternoon being refreshed with some friends who knew how. It's quite a while since I've had the gentle courtesy treatment; 'this afternoon's for you.' Some people know how, and some don't. It's the way of it.

Some people have that bird's eye view insight into your life.

Some use it for good, and some for evil. I like to believe that good wins out, when you have faith. I hope so.

I'll keep you posted, and write more later, write now I'm sleepy. Too long in the sun :-)

Chelsea rifles

I'm glad this one wasn't gunning for me in the witness box.

I'm so sorry not to be more profoundly moved, but my first thought as usual was what are they doing in a flat like that, living off the backs of other people's miseries....

Gunning for your wife, while she runs from the house. And terrifying everybody else. 'Taking pot shots at the public'. Well well, what happened there then.

This city just wasn't necessarily built to pander to the whims of civil lawyers. Is there a leaflet we could distribute or something?

No, it wasn't alcoholism, come on. There are about five alcoholics over at the park as I speak, gentle as lambs, basking up the sun; there's not a scrap of violence in them. They're just glad they made it through the winter. If Mark had ever defended one of them in his life, there might be more coming forward.

You've only got one life.

In the meantime the pompous squad are telling us all how insenstive we are. It's a 'personal tragedy for Mark and his family.'

'Could this be another tragic example where someone who appears to have it all, suddenly loses their grip on reality?- Lavinia, Fleet, Hants'

No Lav, there's such a thing in life as an extremely angry upper middle class plonker who thinks life owes him. And there are quite afew of them around.

...'The friend, who did not wish to be named, told the Standard: "I can't really believe it. We thought at first he must have been caught in the crossfire. We never imagined he could have been the gunman."..
"He was incredibly popular. He was a very, very nice chap and the life and soul of the party. He would have made it to QC - no question about it. He could have been a senior judge if he wanted to go down that path, I am sure... ."

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Well come on Boris, you vowed to put a stop to all this.

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Comment bears no relation to post below, which was some light humour, written before I came across the latest.

Sunshine blessings.....

This sunshine is a Blessing!

I'm loving it.

Relax and enjoy.

Interesting messages

A number of bloggers are in a tremendous panic because of a recent action ( legal procedure related to this specific issue still going on, despite one setback) by Hickman and Rose. They keep sending me abusive messages about it, ( indicating perhaps that my false accuser is blabbing it about everywhere) which are of course very helpful to the lawyers.

Ta very much. (Not that we needed any more admissals from that lot really, the evidence against them being overwhelming already!)


In the meantime, I've received some lovely messages on e mail from the support group here in London. Nice one. :-)

Incidentally I have received endless abusive stalker messages throughout this period, just as I did during the period prior to the mistrial. It's simply all forwarded on appropriately.

Truthman is risen :-)

'Truthman' explains his 'gap in the universe' discoveries. It is now very clear that he does not intend to amuse us ;-) ....he is 'the light of life again', has opened up a committee in honour of his inspired messianic cause and currently waits for people to come forward. 'He is risen, Truthman is alive,' apparently. And the world order will cease.

It is under his judgement, it seems. It will cease. As yet there do not appear to be any subscribers to his own personal resurrection committee.

Interestingly enough. :-)

Update: disillusioned, he has now abandoned his '7/7 enquiry' disciples to whom he re appeared several times ( if only on their 7/7 enquiry message boards) and has written no more associated posts.

:0)
Apparently!

You'll have to see the case file for what I have to say on the '7/7 enquiry' '7/7 is an MI5 conspiracy' dappies. Potty though they may be, they are obviously not opportunistic.
The political Tory blog hypocrites who've been making use of the Kollerstrom row to divert attention away from the plenteous evidence against their fascist selves are a different matter entirely.

A Vine in Springtime

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I've just been sitting at the local caf. on its little open air veranda. I've grown fond of it; I continually have extraordinary meetings there. The unusual stuff.

Today I was sitting drinking cold orange through a straw ( beautiful day), when yet another unusual character planted himself beside me. He's still there, poor sweetheart, even now, as I write. To cut a long story short, the poor man's son has been missing for six months; he's got no idea what to do. The boy's credit card has been used nearby recently, which doesn't necessarily mean anything in terms of his son's whereabouts, and so he's driven all the way up, to sit, and watch, and wait.

You can see the pain in his face.

Why must some parents go through this; I don't know. It's heartbreaking. Maybe when his son's found, he'll have a heart for lost souls. Like the Father. The story of the prodigal son. It's no comfort to him now, but I said 'maybe..... this experience.... perhaps the Lord will call on it at a later date . Perhaps you'll be more useful to the Lord than you now know'.

You could see the pain in his expression. He said 'all roads lead to the Father'; I said 'no, only one; Jesus'. He's very relaxed, very philosophical, very sure in his own experiences. A decent man. And there's such a thing as too much Independence, too much philosophy, being too good at dealing with your own pain. Or believing that you are.

I said 'give Him a chance. Every one of your son's hairs on his head are numbered. He's worth more than many sparrows. Next time you pray for your son, pray to the Heavenly Father in the name of Jesus'.

Sometimes we hold that private little grudge against the Father in our hearts. 'Why me? I refuse to respect , Lord. You said you were a God of Love, well I could do better.' He denied ( spontaneously) that he was feeling this, but it was written all over his face.

Yet he loved talking, it passed the time, relieved the pain. He needed to. When it came to how to pray, he was saying.... 'no Lord, whoever you are. This has hurt me.' He has a fixed, bereaved expression on his face.

'I'll pray in my way,' he said demurely, when I left.

...I think he will give it a go though.

I hope so. It's with the Lord Jesus.


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When I left the Lord seemed to say 'thankyou' to my heart, a sense of God's love for me in my heart. The Father is gracious. Beyond measure.

When you have your bible with you people immediately start these conversations. I didn't do it on purpose, but I' notice it. :-) Jesus:

I am the light of this world

He who believes in me

He will be given the light of life

He'll never walk in darkness

I am the first and the last

The beginning and end of all things

I am the true vine

And my Father is the gardener

No one can come to the living God

Unless he comes to know him through me.

The Father Himself loves you.

For those following this blog, I've been again working on understanding the love of God for me, after everything I've been put through, by certain people. I know the Lord loves me, but I've taken a spiritual bashing from the enemy and certain people.

The Hubble Space Telescope's latest image of the star V838 Monocerotis (V838 Mon) reveals dramatic changes in the illumination of surrounding dusty cloud structures. The effect, called a light echo, has been unveiling never-before-seen dust patterns ever since the star suddenly brightened for several weeks in early 2002.

I wonder if the created skies reflect the 'architect', the Holy Spirit; it seems they do.

" For the Father Himself loves you, because you have loved me, and believe that I came from the Father."

A little while back I wrote a post on how these days some people reject Jesus; others effectively reject the Holy Spirit. Here. I wonder though, how many avoid talking about the Heavenly Father. The subject of this member of the Trinity avoided most of all it seems.

It's possible to feel inadequate and imagine Father God as 'nebulous' , far off.

Yet He's said that all we have to do is admit it. And accept that He's given His son as a sacrifice in our place, because there's nothing we can do to save ourselves from sin and death. And that the way is open to enter into a peaceful relationship with Him.

And He asks us to humble our hearts. He 'resists the proud.'

"For the Father has life in Himself, so He has granted the son to have life in Himself."

" If I do not do the works of my Father, do no believe me; but if I do, though you do not believe me, believe the works, that you may believe and know that the Father is in me, and I in Him."

'And Jesus cried out and said: "He who believes in me believes not in me but in Him who sent me. I have come as a light to the world, that whoever abides in me shall not abide in darkness. And if anyone hears my words and does not believe, I do not judge him, for I come not to judge the world but to save the world. He who rejects me, and does not receive my words, has a judge; the words I have spoken will be his judge on the last day. For I have not spoken on my own authority, but as the Father commanded me, in what I should say and what I should speak. And I know his command is everlasting life." '

' "These things I have spoken to you in figurative language, but the day is coming when I shall no longer speak to you in figurative language, but I will tell you plainly about the Father. In that day you shall ask the Father in my name, and I do not say that I shall pray the Father for you; for the Father Himself loves you, because you believe in me and believe that I came from God".'

' "Now I am no longer in the world, but these are in the world, and I come to you. Holy Father, keep through your name those whom you have given me, that they may be one as we are." '

' "Oh righteous Father, the world has not known you, but I have known you; and these have known that you sent me. And I have declared to them your name, and will declare it, that the love with which you have loved me may be in them." '

"'Greater love has no man than this, that he lay down his life for his friends."'

'" If you loved me, you would rejoice in what I said, that I am going to the Father, for He is greater than I am.'"

'" The Father Himself loves you."'

' " In my Father's house there are many mansions; if it were not so, I would not have told you. I go to prepare a place for you." '

' " And this is the will of the Father, that whoever sees the Son and believes should have everlasting life, and I will raise him up on the last day. " '

The Small Magellanic Cloud in the constellation Tucana, is roughly 200,000 light-years from the Earth. Its proximity to us makes it an exceptional laboratory to perform in-depth studies of star formation processes and their evolution in an environment slightly different from our own Milky Way.

' " The Father Himself loves you." '

From the Gospel of John, the Bible.

driving past....

I avoid the subject of my false accuser as much as possible; she's broadcast herself all over the place. And published extensively. And 'had her virtuous essence extolled no end'... I don't want her strategic media fiasco and shameless PR stunts getting any more hot air balloon gas. So this is an off topic post.



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Is it the difference between an account presented by a middle class girl and a working class one? Or is it a fundamental difference between British and Australian police?

Here: more here- developments in the Peter Falconio case. Apparently it's dawned on Judges in Darwin that one speck of dna on a man's T-shirt is insufficient evidence to convict him of murder and abduction in an outback setting.

For some odd reason the idea of a woman attacking her fella in a van mid row don't go down very well in Aussie; it's just unthinkable. 'A British middle class girl is a guest'. Even when she says she can lift handcuffed hands from her back right over her head and place them before her abdomen without any difficulty. (Try it. You don't need the cuffs to try it. It's not possible.) Even when she said she was having an affair with another man before she and Falconio set out, that time. And after she threw herself into the back of a stranger's van mid one a.m. fiasco which, if it belongs to her apparent assailant Murdoch, doesn't exist (his van doesn't have a back compartment). Even when she so wants, to get over the whole miserable business of being a high profile CPS witness, she poses for endless press photos and makes a fortune out of a small book and a PR company that extols her praiseworthy long suffering virtues.

In the UK it's a different kettle of fish, some of the time. At least it is where road rage allegations are concerned. Tracy had no chance with her 'another guy pulled up' malarkey. Our coppers simply made her sit it out. Can you imagine them conducting hypnosis on her? Believe it or not, Darwin thought it was worth doing, on Joanne. She did not 'confess under hypnosis' apparently. Doh.

So what is it about the name 'Tracy' that police don't like? Or perhaps we ought to say, what is about the name 'Joanne' that police do in particular? Case similarities haven't escaped readers all over the globe, (if Amazon 'readers who bought both books' are treated as a sample). Joanne readers are all reading Tracy, Tracy readers aren't interested in Joanne.

My guess would be.... they had a row, it got out of hand, Falconio was badly stabbed , ( implication: by someone, there is no direct evidence against Joanne) and staggered off, to try to get help. He's somewhere, somewhere simple that hasn't been uncovered. It looks like he lost too much of his life source to live that long; the amount he seems to have lost at the scene seems relevant. Joanne might have been handcuffed by Pete (Falconio) , mid row. Or otherwise. In which case he'll have handcuffed/tied her hands before her tummy, probably. Or.. it's not hard to handcuff your own hands. In which case, Joanne probably handcuffed them in front. It's impossible to pull handcuffed hands right over your head and lower them down in front of you. I don't believe anyone handcuffed Joanne's hands behind her back. (Even though she's middle class, and had never worn handcuffs in her life before, etc. etc. etc). Still she insists someone did, and that she pulled her hands right over her head.


It's like a cork underwater. People can tread water and try keeping it down with their toes, but it keeps popping up, again and again.

I love the way our press/media always sacrifice their own heads and a good analysis for a verdict by the way, don't you. We can always rely on them, not. When the verdict questioning gets momentum they start to shift out of their mountain hideaways and act innocent.

Sparrows' nests

This picture reminds me of me. :-) Of how I was, yesterday. So flustered and worried, I didn't bother with my hair or put my face on. I'd prayed for help in a situation where there's real material need; a Christian woman was standing with me in prayer. After she'd prayed, I'd come upon the scripture:

'This is what I tell you: do not be worried about the food and drink you need in order to stay alive, or about clothes for your body. After all, isn’t life worth more than food? And isn’t the body worth more than clothes? Look at the sparrows: they do not plant seeds, gather a harvest and put it in barns; yet your Father in heaven takes care of them! Aren’t you worth much more than many sparrows? Can any of you live a bit longer by worrying about it?
And why worry about clothes? Look how the wild flowers grow: they do not work or make clothes for themselves. But I tell you that not even King Solomon with all his wealth had clothes as beautiful as one of these flowers . . . So do not worry about tomorrow; it will have enough worries of its own. There is no need to add to the troubles each day brings.'
[Matthew 6:25-34]

The Love of God for those who try to fly, only to find that they've fallen out of their tree, and have to make the weary journey back to their nests. Who make mistakes, and start again. The 'doubting sparrows', whose faith falls somewhat short of the miracle producing standard. ;-) The wounded ones, the bruised ones. Who do their best, but need to experience a great deal of the Love of God in order to believe his prmises.

'Look at the sparrows: they do not plant seeds, gather a harvest and put it in barns; yet your Father in heaven takes care of them!'

And when I called her later in the week, because something happened to give my faith and hope a serious setback, and I felt I needed to talk, she quoted this scripture.

'Are not two sparrows sold for am assar? Yet not one of them falls to the ground without your Heavenly Father knowing it. And even the very hairs of your head are numbered. So fear not, you are worth more than many sparrows'. ( Mathew 10.)

Today everything came through, to the extent I looked wide eyes at the papers in astonishment,
Bless you Jesus.

Talitha Cumi

A tremendous amount of messages on the 'pharisees
and hypocrites'.
How everyone loves to sling that, one at the other.
I am not going to put them through.

..."Woe to you, scribes and Pharisees, hypocrites! for you tithe mint and dill and cummin, and have neglected the weightier matters of the Law, justice and mercy and faith; these you ought to have done, without neglecting the others. You blind guides, straining out a gnat and swallowing a camel!" (Matthew 23:23-24)

Jesus' dialogue with the pharisees was more moving, interesting. Give it some thought, at least. Whether answering them in their traps, helping them, or reviling their hypocrisy, He always responded as the author of the scriptures, suggesing that their laws were for Him to lay down, and not for them to quote. When he was attacked for healing on the Sabbath, He answered from the standpoint of a Spirit who endlessly saves; who endlessly rescued the Israelites,.... 'If one of you has a sheep or an ox that falls into a pit on the Sabbath, do you not stop and get it out?'
It was to Nicodemus that he explained that extraordinary piece of poetry: 'Do not marvel that I say to you, you must be born again.'
Nicodemus had crept out to find Jesus at night.

Now there was a man of the Pharisees named Nicodemus, a ruler of the Jews. This man came to Jesus by night and said to him, “Rabbi, we know that you are a teacher come from God, for no one can do these signs that you do unless God is with him.” Jesus answered him, “Truly, truly, I say to you, unless one is born again he cannot see the kingdom of God.” Nicodemus said to him, “How can a man be born when he is old? Can he enter a second time into his mother’s womb and be born?” Jesus answered, “Truly, truly, I say to you, unless one is born of water and the Spirit, he cannot enter the kingdom of God. That which is born of the flesh is flesh, and that which is born of the Spirit is spirit. Do not marvel that I said to you, ‘You must be born again.’ The wind blows where it wishes, and you hear its sound, but you do not know where it comes from or where it goes. So it is with everyone who is born of the Spirit.” Nicodemus said to him, “How can these things be?” Jesus answered him, “Are you the teacher of Israel and yet you do not understand these things?"

And it was Jairus' daughter He raised from the dead. A 'Ruler of the Temple.' One of Caiaphas' lot presumably. She'd already died; the whole family ran out to meet him; He was 'late.'

While he was still speaking, there came from the ruler's house some who said, “Your daughter is dead. Why trouble the teacher any further?” But ignoring what they said, Jesus said to the ruler of the synagogue, “Do not fear, only believe.” And he allowed no one to follow him except Peter and James and John the brother of James. When they came to the house of the ruler of the synagogue, he saw a tumult, and people weeping and wailing loudly. And when he had entered, he said to them, “Why do you make a tumult and weep? The child is not dead but sleeping.” And they laughed at him. But he put them all outside, and took the child's father and mother and those who were with him, and went in where the child was. Taking her by the hand he said to her, Talitha cumi”; which means, “Little girl, I say to you, arise.” And immediately the girl got up and walked; for she was twelve years old. And immediately they were overcome with amazement. And he strictly charged them that no one should know this, and told them to give her something to eat.

Do you remember this one.

You ask me where to begin
Am I so lost in my sin
You ask me where did I fall
I’ll say I can’t tell you when
But if my spirit is lost
How will I find what is near
Don’t question I’m not alone
Somehow I’ll find my way home

My sun shall rise in the east
So shall my heart be at peace
And if you’re asking me when
I’ll say it starts at the end
You know your will to be free
Is matched with love secretly
And talk will alter your prayer
Somehow you’ll find you are there.

Your friend is close by your side
And speaks in far ancient tongue
A seasons wish will come true
All seasons begin with you

You ask me where to begin
Am I so lost in my sin
You ask me where did I fall
I’ll say I can’t tell you when
But if my spirit is strong
I know it can’t be long

No questions I’m not alone
Somehow I’ll find my way home
Somehow I’ll find my way home
Somehow I’ll find my way home
Somehow I’ll find my way home