Tag: moles

He be up yon Wurzel tree…

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Stalker’s Rule

5th aspect

“Whenever faced with impossible odds, a warrior opens himself up to the world around him by allowing his mind to become occupied with the little details of life.”

Dreamer’s addendum.

“That way he can interpret the waking dream all around him.”              

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It stands to reason that if you prefer to hide in the shadows in order to get some “advantage” over another being you are a creature of the dark. You are not a being of light. Tenebris. Darkness, these have imbued you and to an extent rule you. You have become like the eponymous vampire afraid of day light, afraid of being open, truthful and honest. You fear the dawn. You are forever seeking your next salacious feed. You may think you are being cunning and clever but the darkness has advised you thus. The darkness has his salesman’s foot across your threshold and has the door to your heart and soul jammed ajar. You have debased yourself. You are a pervy voyeur, a sneaky peeker, a surreptitious coward snivelling around afraid of honesty and openness. You belong in Mordor with its acrid sulphur.

Because of anthropomorphic climate change the moles have been gadding about. The little buggers have been busy with the warm weather. As one of my last pre-operative  gardening stints I have been out laying mole traps. Since I started trapping moles about five years ago I have learned much. I have a mental map of all the “old” galleries and can tell if a new mole hill is an end of tunnel pile up or a nodal crossroads with a fair degree of accuracy. If you are laying traps it is absolutely imperative that you use gloves upon which there is no human scent. The smell can be on the inside. A drop of human sweat renders a trap ineffective until it is cleaned and allowed to develop an earthy aroma. I have 21 traps, 21 jewels, all of which are now set in my land, my world. I have several 3 way nodes and one 4 way node trapped. Usually I wait one week. You can sometimes smell above ground before unearthing the trap if it has been successful. This particularly so in summer. So if the little buggers do continue to ferret around in the darkness they may find the jaws of a trap closing upon their nosey noses. There is no obvious way for a mole to know where my traps are. They are just looking for salacious juicy worms to chew upon. All they care about is worms and filling their bellies.

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And I´ll be happy to see
Those nice young men
In their clean white coats..

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Dreaming Back to Earth – 21-10-2025

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After the hectic dreaming of our time in Cirencester we are back here. Last night I had two short dreams which pertain to the day to day.

In the first one I was conversing with an officious nurse / sister in French about my hospital stay and ongoing treatment. There is a particular type of woman here who can react badly when their dominion is in any way challenged. It is a reminder perhaps to remember that sometimes discretion can be the better part of valour. A lot of people here are very passive to “the system” like sheep. I doubt my piss-taking sense of humour will wash. I am thinking how I might need to manage myself for the upcoming dice and slice.

The second dream had me going for two successive haircuts. Hair is the dreaming symbol for social self-perception.

Our route march from/to the landing gate in Gatwick airport and the sheer bedlam cacophony of the security checkpoint standing in line reminded me that I am not able bodied. Next time I may need to get special disabled provision, to be wheeled around. Certainly a day sack rucksack is a bad idea. A wheely bag exerts less gravitational force on the bone on bone hip joints.

It is pretty clear that I am no longer practised in the art of human interaction. I am eccentric and used to not being around people. I dress scruffily and at little expense. To those who pay attention to these things I will look poor and unfunded, shabby even. My clothing not from a clone-chain designer, there are no branded icons. I am at first look, out of place. I am not embedded in the fatuous feedback form star rating Pavlova. The take home message is to be ultra bland so as not to sore thumb it. Say as little as possible. Keep my gob shut.

My self-perception has changed a little.

It looks to me to be settle in for winter. Do what you can before the scalpel and drill. There are a couple of chores left on the list. There is nothing external which needs my attention. The world is not my circus.

Maybe when the spring time comes after perhaps a second bionic hip, there might be something external for me to do.

All that highfalutin stuff has blown away like leaves in the Autumn. Not my problem, nothing for me to worry about.

Which means that we have at least one green waste tip trip on the cards. I feel several sessions with the leaf blower ahead.

This week I get to see if Moley McMoleface has been trapped. There is a bit more DIY and there are the pipes to the cesspit to check and if needed clear.

Then it is medical admin time…