Friday, June 26, 2015

Hebden Bridge and Parliament: a strange suggestion

The Houses of Parliament are reported to be slowly turning into an unusable ruin; an option under consideration is moving MPs and peers out for five years.

Aarticle about a possible move sees it as something positive:

“…with both MPs and peers in Parliament and the Queen  in Buckingham Palace facing the possibility of decamping while renovations are made to their historic homes, is it now the time for power to shift in the UK?”

Professor Tony Travers makes a bizarre suggestion:

“… perhaps this is the perfect opportunity to move power out of London. There are compelling arguments to decentralise the UK by moving Parliament.…why don’t we move it to ...” he trails off, reaching for Google Maps “... now, where’s sort of in-the-middle? Hebden Bridge! We could put it there.”

Hebden Bridge is just about in the middle of the British Isles, although it is not one of the official geographical centres and is considered to be far up north to people who live in the south of England. Even so, it is a very strange place to select almost at random from a map when there are other, better known places in the area, big cities such as Leeds or Manchester for example.

He may have been joking about moving Parliament to such a small market town, but Hebden Bridge is a place of interest for several reasons. It is featured in the Jimmy Savile thread on the David Icke forum, which is why I recognised the name and was surprised to see it mentioned in such a context.

Jimmy Savile appeared as an extra in a movie filmed there as a young man, and later used to visit the area. He is even suspected of murdering a young girl there.

There is a Savile House in Savile Road in Hebden Bridge, named after landed gentry whose association with the area goes back to the 1370s. The Savile family owned much land and property in and around the town.

Not only does the town have Savile connections, there are also associations with people and books featured in my articles:

Ted Hughes was born nearby; Sylvia Plath is buried nearby.

Haworth, where the Brontës lived, is just a few miles away.

The nearby Stoodley Pike Monument, a stone obelisk, is reported as being a Masonic construct, a beacon for UFOs and a magnet for black magic rituals. It contains a spiral staircase of – 39 steps. By coincidence, Blackstone Edge is not far away to the south, and there is a Blackstone House in the town.

There are some sinister real world associations too: 

Hebden Bridge has been called the suicide capital of Yorkshire. 

Around 750 people are estimated to have died as a result of working at a former asbestos plant in the town; by coincidence, the Parliament building is riddled with asbestos too, putting the occupants at risk. 

Hebden Bridge has experienced severe floods in the past; by coincidence, faulty guttering and broken pipes cause regular flooding in the Parliament building too. The Big Ben belfry – Parliament has a stone obelisk of its own – is badly affected by water penetration.

Hebden Bridge has become home to many former outsiders since the decline of the local wool industry:

During the 1970s and 1980s the town saw an influx of artists, writers, photographers, musicians, alternative practitioners, teachers, Green and New Age activists and more recently, wealthier ‘yuppie' types. This in turn saw a boom in tourism to the area.”
-       From Wiki.

The final words come from a community website:

“It’s a criticism often levelled at the place that the inhabitants are … without an idea of what goes on in the ‘real world’, often too blinded by their own ideals to actually make a difference to anything.”

Perhaps Hebden Bridge would make a suitable place for a relocated Parliament after all.

Sunday, June 21, 2015

Recent small synchronicities

I came across a hard-line sect called the Exclusive Brethren while doing some research for a client. I had heard of the very similar Plymouth Brethren, but not these people. I spent some time reading up on them. I decided to take a break from work and have a look at a consumer forum that I am a member of. Someone had just started a new thread – about the Exclusive Brethren! I searched for other references to the EB on the site, and although the forum has more than 10 million signed-up members and huge numbers of posts and has been running since 2003, this was the very first time they had been mentioned. The synchronicity here is scary.

I arranged to meet someone at an outside event: Norwegian National Day. I had recently bought two boxes of very good quality flavoured teas, and as a present I took three bags of each for her to try. When we met, she pulled out a present for me: two boxes of the same brand of teas, although different flavours from the ones I had bought. This would not be worth mentioning, except that the name of one of flavours, Womankind, was the same as that of a charity that I was researching for a client.


As we were coming away, a young, Middle Eastern looking man coming into the park asked us where the main events were being held. His looks immediately reminded me of an unusual poet whose works this friend had recently introduced me to: Yahya Hassan, a controversial young Danish poet and politician of Palestinian descent. I had never heard of him before she told me that she was reading his poems. I had been thinking about him, then someone who looked very like him, only much better looking, approached us! 

I arranged to meet someone else at another outside event. She had given me a black cloth bag in the past, and I apologised to her because I had torn off one of the handles, which had caught on something when I was getting off a bus. At that moment, we walked past someone who was handing out free black cloth bags: they were promotional items. I mentioned taking some recycling to the local bins, and my friend told me that she had an idea for making a lot of money by designing a small recycling bin for the home that would be in two sections. I said that someone had almost certainly thought of this already. When I got back, I found that a neighbour had put out a lot of rubbish and unwanted items, including a small double bin – the first I had ever seen.

I had been thinking about Groucho Marx for a while, in connection with his much paraphrased remark to the effect that he would not want to join any club that would take someone like him as a member. I decided to take a look at the news headlines, and saw that someone with the name of Rob Zombie was going to direct a film about Groucho. This was the first I had heard of it.

All these coincidences happened very close together, at a time when I was feeling very well. They are not very significant, but they do make life interesting.


Saturday, June 6, 2015

Speaking about energy vampires: some good results

This may just be coincidence, but the person responsible for the recent attack I described in this article has just left the neighbourhood. A move has been on the cards for around five years now: she has been stalling people and stringing them along. Suddenly it all came to a head and she is gone.

I am now wondering whether my identification of the source and cause of the familiar symptoms I experienced had anything to do with her sudden departure. Are there unwritten rules about this? Had I blown her cover?

I always felt worse after encountering her as she was hostile and unpleasant - I had been avoiding her for many years because of this - but I did not use the words ‘energy vampire’ to myself until after the recent attack. I used the recovery time to join some dots, and linked my symptoms with the results of previous attacks.

One of the worst aspects of feeling as bad as I did is that knowing that the feelings I am experiencing are just nightmarish symptoms that will soon fade away makes no difference at all. Knowing from experience that energy and inclination will return and that I will once again feel alive and able to enjoy things does not help. This lack of inspiration and optimism is actually one of the worst symptoms.

Another connection I made is that I sometimes feel even better after an attack than I did before it. Could this be some kind of reward for not giving in? Is it a consequence of making connections?   

It is not long since even making a cup of tea seemed a bit too much like hard work, but in the last few days I have been easily and happily coping with new and demanding tasks. I have also been approached by a potential new client.

Is all this, good and bad, just a coincidence?