Grasshoppers and Crickets

For some weird and awesome insects – here we have grasshoppers and crickets. Not always the easiest to spot, and have a tendancy to move unpredicably, but are fascinating to watch and get to see up close.

Egyptian Grasshopper
Spanish Grasshopper
Little green grasshopper
Brown grasshopper
Green grasshopper
Italian grasshopper?
Large Katydid
Spider cricket
Iberian Striped Bush-cricket
Bush Katydid
Moroccan bush cricket
Speckled bush cricket

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It Seems An Attack

It seems to be an attack on what we are, who we are, and how we live.

They are going for the family structure, the sense of self, your food, your living arrangements, your wellbeing, and everything you find familiar.

I have written many articles recently covering my thoughts on what’s occurring (I will link them at the bottom in case interested). This one, like the others are just observations and thoughts about our situation. It can’t have escaped people’s attention of the recent large event in Glasgow around the climate lie, one where everybody and their billionaire attended. Hilariously using all the tools they claim to want to minimise, to get them there and cater for them. It is a rather large case of do as I say, not as I do.

But this to me has been brewing for quite some time, as with the other projects underway. Amongst all my interests, I like farming, agriculture and land management, just general so nothing major and certainly not qualified. 20 years ago, the name Monsanto kept popping up, some of my friends were quite miffed at this company that seemed to be owning patents on seeds, suing farmers for land and all sorts of nefarious practices. I kept watching.

I realised that if they control the food and water, you control the people, and I know I’m not unique in that realisation. But they needed to be strategic with it, otherwise it wouldn’t work, same with everything else going on now. Farming practices have been disrupted, corrupted and changed for the purpose of ownership. Whoever owns the land you can grow food on, wins. When the first foot and mouth outbreak happened, I thought then that it would be an advantage in the future to just cry wolf (and a certain modeller who is still employed does it a lot), and they can cripple farmers. But that won’t be enough. They need to ensure the average person can’t just start up, or have a few animals. So I figured there would be more localised outbreaks of foot and mouth, bird and swine flu, which would only affect the farms they wanted it to. That company recently was purchased by Bayer i believe, taking more control now of Indian farmland and associated with a certain foundation that seems to get around a lot.

Being able to shout outbreak whenever you needed to would pave the way nicely to impose rules and regulations (their favourite), towards small holders. They have shown they already want to decide what shops you are allowed to have. Lockdowns have taken out a multitude of family owned or run businesses. It didn’t go unnoticed that small shops had to close, but multi chain big corporations were allowed to continue. Freedom to look after and feed yourself are high on the list of things that must be eliminated it would seem.

From where I sit, it was sinister and coordinated. They want to debilitate the functionality of society. Hoping that it becomes so unbearable that we will accept their version of the future they have written for us. Fluoride in water, rations, no meat, don’t drive, no holidays, no heating, no socialising, no fun. Sounds pretty bad doesn’t it? Yet they openly discussed these things being part of our future, with only demented reasoning for it.

Just because someone has visualised a future and is determined for it to happen, does not make it so. Unless it is just for them. It’s important when I say ‘their version’ because we all have separate realities, and because someone tries to force theirs on you doesn’t make it so. Wilful people can be very insistent, persistent and selfish, add to that lots of money, a massive ego and a God complex, and you have a recipe for a maniacal wannabe overlord. Great for the movies, turns out not so good for real life.

Now is surely the time for everyone to understand we are in a manufactured state of affairs, with rather unstable characters sitting at the top. They have been at it for decades, but now they are changing the game, as they have done before, but this one is on our watch and in our time. There is much to be done…

Artwork from Tank Girl graphic novel

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So much is wrong about this

Monitoring

It looked sinister

Perhaps

The Great Divide

The three d’s of conversion

Films – real life twisted or just fantasy

Who really knows where it goes

Security

What you see here

It was a piece at a time

How it starts to tie in

Cash

The before time

Something new… (poetry)

Something new

Is rolling out

Not all do know

What it’s about

No more theory

This shit is real

No matter your thoughts

Or what you feel

It has been building

For quite a while

And with each day

Feels more hostile

An attack if you will

And what you’re seeing

Is an all-out assault

Towards human being

They seem so intent

Relentlessly pursuing

Changing our course

To be human doing

For what end purpose

It is not yet clear

And I’m left to wonder

If we really can steer

This fated ship

Towards some hope

To find the light

And a way to cope

~

With what lies ahead…

Castillo de Colomares – Spain

(c) K Wicks

Little apple pies

I like a bit of a bake now and again. Always a good choice when some apples have gone past their crunchy prime or just because you fancy them. Little apple pies.

I don’t have a formal recipe – you’ll notice my scrap of paper for the pastry measure. I don’t retain recipe info naturally so have notes, receipt book for random things and a folder of printed recipes when I’m organised.

Its basic, only requiring butter, flour, water and apples. I added cinnamon to the apples and a bit in the pastry, and a spoon of demerara sugar to the apples. But its not essential really. Just for a bit more sweetness and flavour. Obviously you can add what you like, and sweeten as needed. The smaller quantity of ingredients makes around 9 pies, using 4 apples.

The recipe doesn’t require egg, but I do a milk or egg wash before they go in the oven so you get a nice sheen on them.

Then put on a cooling rack to give them a rest, before tucking in 😋

(c) K Wicks

The Unknown – Chapter 1

If you are looking for a dark read, chapter one for you of my book – The Unknown, link to buy below…

Chapter 1

As the expedition set out into the tundra, the view was as brilliantly white as they had ever seen. Blinding and bleak but beautiful nonetheless. It had all been a bit of a rush to get out here, not unusual with scientific discoveries, they happened when they happened. Very limited information had been given to Greg about the find, only its priority and as they got closer to their destination, the transport guide asked if they were here to search for the other scientists. Silence befell the group.

“What other scientists?”

Greg ventured, aware that this was supposed to be geological specimen recovery, not a rescue. The guide then went on to tell them through the broken English of a translator of the previous two teams, they had also ventured out this far to find the meteor site but that they hadn’t returned. He said he felt bad because he had joked with them about how they shouldn’t go wandering off in the snow, a whole village had wandered off once and had never been found. Greg had to ask.

“Two teams and a whole village? How long has this been going on?”

His grim expression backed up his words. It didn’t sound good at all; suddenly this simple scientific task had become shrouded in mystery and intrigue but not the kind he liked. This was out of the realms of his logical brain to understand, how so many people can just get lost. He knew the landscape was vast but really, a whole village. He decided he had to dismiss this as nonsense and folklore, a tale to scare the tourists and science guys, have a joke at the nerds’ expense. That made him feel a bit better, settling back into wondering about the find and what type of strain they might find if any. Often they were wasted journeys and it would be a known specimen. But you never knew when it would be a new one and suddenly you have years of research and papers ahead of you.

Focus on the expedition he thought and what they were here to do, no distractions. Although the story of the other science teams was playing on his mind, he couldn’t deny it. As if reading his thoughts the guide put forward that there had been extreme weather for the rescue team and they had been thought lost during a storm. That was good enough for him; it wasn’t a mystery at all just bad timing and treacherous terrain, nothing more to think about. Just a tale to scare the tourists after all.

The rest of the journey was a quiet one, each occupant of the vehicle mulling over their own thoughts but no-one talking about them. Greg could tell there was unease amongst them and decided a briefing when they arrived would be the best course of action. Get all the questions out in the open and start getting some work done; this was being paid by the job not by the day, so he was keen to get in and out as quickly as possible. It was just so cold here; he made a mental note to remember not to take another job in Russia, although he doubted another so well paid would come up again anyway. Snapping them back to reality, the vehicle stopped suddenly and everyone was thrown from their seats slightly.

“You’ve got to walk the last bit, track is too icy to get down and back again.”

Said the guide, a little bit too cheerily for Greg and the team. There were multiple grumbles as they started to unload themselves and the equipment, luckily not the usual heavy load they would take away with them.

After a slippery but careful short walk to the research centre, the small team stood before it with trepidation. No-one wanted to be the first to go in and they all glanced at each other. The lights were on and there was equipment outside, evidence of recent activity but the silence was incredibly eerie. As night started to draw in, the ice gave off a strange blue light, they could almost believe they were on another planet.

“Come on then.”

Greg said loudly, making them all jump followed by unsteady laughter. It was what they all needed to gather up their courage and make the move inside. The minor jollities and laughter were short lived once they entered the research hut. It could have been the Mary Celeste, everything held in mid motion except the people. Experiments that had been underway, a tap running, a few plates of food half eaten.  No-one around though who may have cooked it or been sat eating when something happened to make them all leave.  It was funny but Greg started glancing around looking for a note, as if there would be a neatly hand written explanation of why they all needed to abandon this facility.  But there was no such revelation for them. Instead they had to tidy up and clear away the previous team’s lives before they could begin with their mission.

It felt strange though, knowing these people haven’t been found and you are clearing away what was left of them, unavoidable but still strange. They were a bit more careful when tidying the experiments, there were notes but they didn’t make any sense. They didn’t seem to have a specimen so he they knew they would have to go on the long arduous journey to the meteor location, retrieving another sample or it would all be for nothing.

Greg knew as the team leader he would have to plan to split the up for some to head off tomorrow for samples, he figured he may as well start preparing them now.

“Guys, with no original sample a team will have to head off in the morning to the meteor site.”

There were a few moans but generally they took the news well.

“Any volunteers or is it down to me to pick?”

He was hoping he got to pick, he would be going as well and knew who he trusted the most. But newer member of the team deserved a shot if they wanted it he thought, can’t play favourites.

No hands went up, but they all looked at each other. Willing someone to the first to show a brave willing hand, none did. They were feeling so spooked that no-one looked like they wanted to be there at all let alone undertake an even more potentially dangerous aspect of it, but it was what they came for.

“I’ll let you know in the morning who’ll be going, so if you change your mind after a good night’s sleep then let me know.”

Greg didn’t actually believe any of them would get a good night’s sleep but it’s what you’re supposed to say. They found their way to the bunks, again having to clear away the previous inhabitant’s personal items to take back with them. Wondering if they might return while they were there, confused why other people were in their beds. They all quietly retired for the night, hoping the next day would bring a more explanatory result.

The Unknown – K L Wicks

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