1st March 2021

Happy Monday and Happy March.

Today marks the start of the final stretch on the road to Government-issued freedom, with schools returning in a week, and the Rule of Six returning for outdoor gatherings returning by the end of the month, and, with it, much greater opportunities for rule-bending.

However, this Government-issued freedom, it should be remembered, is our back-up plan. Our freedom should never have been within the gift of the Government, and we will continue to celebrate those who agree with us.

Today is also a special day as it marks what we here at Lockdown? What Lockdown? perceive to be the first card to fall in the massive house of cards that is the Lockdown fraud: Sacha Lord’s court case that ruled against the substantial meal rule sets a precedent; restrictions that are not based in science, that are disproportionate, or that are discriminatory towards certain sections of society can, and will, be dismantled in the courts.

Why is this so important? Because it is how every last restriction can be described.

So, for now, continue to send in your stories – but I am hopeful that we will be able to part ways and say our farewells in the not-too-distant future!

And so, on to our first story today, a short, sweet message reminding us to be positive in the face of adversity:

I’ve only worn a mask once (for my dear hairdresser), and not done any of the other stuff we’ve been told to. In particular, I don’t use the awful lingo of the ‘flu. I think the situation has actually helped me develop spiritually and pushed me to be more tolerant of those who hold different views to mine; I gave up trying to change other people’s minds last May and try not to argue or contradict. Being positive, hopeful and kind are the things which will help things change for the better, so I try to be that way.
With very best wishes to all readers.

This message reminded me of something said by Leonardo Da Vinci: “I love those who can smile in trouble, who can gather strength from distress, and grow brave by reflection. ‘Tis the business of little minds to shrink, but they whose heart is firm, and whose conscience approves their conduct, will pursue their principles unto death.”

Let us smile in this trouble; let our hearts be firm; and let us be confident that our conscience approves our conduct.

Our second story comes from a reader who has found her strength in the stars:

Dear all, I’m a 70+ year old woman, and have been a complete sceptic and non-complier (but a friendly, good-humoured one) since all this began. My developing view has been to try to find a helpful and uplifting spiritual perspective regarding what’s been happening.
– I’ve found astrology (which I study and practise) a great help; and Pam Gregory’s videos – especially her ‘Thoughts on 2021’ – invaluable.
– We create our own reality through what we believe, and our inner attitudes, and I feel that the Universe has helped me steer quietly but freely, independently and cheerfully through the last 12 months. I have lived my life much as always (except, alas for not being able to visit pubs much) and had almost no aggro from anyone.
– I try to take the Ho’oponopono view that we must all have collectively helped create the current situation through past-life actions, our beliefs etc, so need to take some personal responsibility for it. I have personally found the Ho’oponopono prayer/mantra (‘I am very sorry’ etc, which I’ve used for many years) incredibly transformative and healing.

We liked this story not just because of its positivity, but particularly because we don’t hold the same beliefs – instead believing that there are those who should be held accountable, and we who have stood against this tyranny do not number among them; however, what separates us from those whose consciences will not approve their conduct is that we are welcoming of anyone living their life as they would wish to.

Our third story comes from a lawyer who has felt encouraged by our other stories and frustrated by all the small things – I’ll let them explain:

How lovely, and encouraging, to see others treating the rules with the respect they deserve. There are times when I (almost) despair – the fellow walkers who leap to the side of the path to avoid passing within two (or often three) meters; the lone drivers wearing masks; the traffic lights outside supermarkets (I’ll go to the one across the road, thanks); the (now former) friends who won’t meet up “because of the Covid thing”; the motorway signs telling me to “STAY HOME SAVE LIVES”; the propaganda on the radio asking if I always wear my mask over my nose (among other stupid questions). 

The big stuff – the lies; the false data; the economic, physical and mental damage to people who are least able to bear it, for minimal, or possibly no, benefit – are issues for another website. They are awful, but it is the small things that really affect me the most. They are personal.

And I think it is in the small push-backs that we can best save our individual sanity. Maybe one of us can be that last straw.

So:
–       I have driven 100 miles most weekends to stay with a friend;
–       had friends and family for meals, and to stay; and
–       hugged a lot of people – and a lot of people really want a hug and I have not been stopped, or questioned, or had a knock on the door from the Old Bill. Ever. There’s no meaningful risk that I can see. (And any fine won’t be processed until, oh, 2028, if they’re lucky.)

We can do this. 

Our fourth story is another short a sweet tale that is hopeful that more visibility will lead to more freedom:

My sister came round for a cup of tea and mentioned that mum wasn’t going out anymore and was even getting her groceries delivered rather than go to the shops. So, a few days later I took her to a National Trust place to see the snowdrops. We sat on a bench and had coffee, along with three other families. Apart from the shop being closed and some annoying and stupid one-way systems around the gardens, it was a nice, normal afternoon. Hardly anyone wearing a mask, though lots of scarves since all the warm parts of the place are shut! Hopefully mum can now see that we’re not all shut in our homes, though all her social activities are now on zoom, and will get to venturing out more on her own.

Let’s hope so! Especially with the warmer weather coming in, getting out and about can only be a good thing!

Our final story for you today comes from Wales (with some encouraging crossover with the rest of our United Kingdom!):

I have been a sceptic for a year now. Actually, that’s wrong, I’ve been a sceptic for at least 55 years after my BS detector developed at age 9, but you know what I’m referring to. 

My partner and I have done our best to follow the arbitrary rules these past twelve months, only seeing grandchildren and family in the summer, but gradually getting more and more angry and upset at the hubristic shenanigans of a small clique of politicians and their narrow-minded advisors overreacting and, like naughty children, avoiding parliamentary scrutiny.

We enjoyed a few indiscretions in the summer, such as having nine people on our patio; we also had one part of the family and grandkids over on Christmas day, but they went at 6pm to avoid their car turning into a pumpkin or something. Apparently, our Welsh first minister, Drakeford (a fine, dynamic and intelligent man), warned that otherwise we would kill our grandparents. Problem with that argument; my last grandparent died 35 years ago.

Last week, we thought sod it and had some of the grandkids over from England for a sleepover – the first time we’d seen them since before Christmas. The littlest one was having a birthday, so we had a party for him. Oh, to live life dangerously!  

The daft thing is one of the kids, his mother, his father and us had a dose of SARS-CoV-2 in one form or another: the father developing classic COVID-19 symptoms (including not being able to taste his beer for 3 months!) all the way back in March 2020! His mother had had the vaccine last month. So, it was hardly a rash and dangerous action and, in any case, we are adults and should be left to make our own decisions rather than be micro-managed by a clique of intellectual children who do not understand the real world but only their narrow disciplines. 

Two kids luckily have a good nanny, and a good school, and have been well home schooled. The others have mostly been going to their school because of both parents being essential workers. We stayed a few nights in November when we were not “allowed” to do that (separate countries and all that – RIP UK) and the kids were all in and out of each other’s houses which was a joy to behold and great fun — although a bit noisy!

This latest Lockdown (number 12b) is harder on them as, unlike previous Lockdowns, they did get to meet friends in the street, as many parents are now keeping them in. They are being badly affected by not being able to get out to see their friends and it is cruel. It seems as though it is relaxing a bit now as people begin to see through the BS though.

I only hope we at least, eventually, have a proper independent enquiry. At the very least we have to see that this sort of thing can NEVER happen again. 

That, indeed, must be the goal: once we win the battle for our freedoms, we must never allow them to be taken away again.

That is it for today, folks. Unfortunately, we are running a little low on stories now, so we might not be posting on a daily basis for the rest of this week.

However, even if we’re not talking about it, do remember: Get out. See a friend. Share a hug.

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