What is the Third Level Again?

 This 25minute video got carved up. Maybe it was lack of signal, or lack of memory in my phone.
Well worth a listen though, to maybe catch up with this 2008  title of the blog.

Heritage Seed for the UK

 This is too important not to post.

The link itp home harvest is in the advertorial and by clicking the pic

My brother in law has farmed the same four hundred acres in Lincolnshire for thirty one years. This April, he did something I have never once seen him do: he dug up the half acre behind his own farmhouse, ground that had been lawn since his kids left home, and planted a vegetable garden big enough to feed four families.

When I asked him why a man who grows food for a living suddenly felt the need to grow his own, he sat me down at his kitchen table and walked me through it, step by step, in that flat, patient voice he uses when something is simply true. I went home and checked every single thing he said.

All of it is sitting in public reports right now. From AHDB. From Defra. From the NFU. Nothing he told me was a secret.

That's the part that scared me.

It's all public. And almost nobody has put it together.

Let me tell you about Tom first, because it matters. Tom is not a dramatic man. He is the kind of man who checks the forecast twice and says nothing either time.

In thirty one years of farming he has been through droughts, floods, grain price crashes and a hailstorm that flattened most of his oilseed rape in twenty minutes. My sister says he reacted to all of it exactly the same way: he put the kettle on and did the numbers.

He does not forward articles. He does not talk politics at Christmas dinner. When the whole family panicked in 2020, Tom shrugged and kept working.

So in April, when my sister mentioned on the phone, almost as an afterthought, that Tom had spent the weekend digging up the back lawn, I stopped what I was doing.

"The old veg patch? By the house?"

"Bigger," she said. "He's pegged it out past the washing line. He's been at it three evenings this week. After full days in the fields."

A farmer, coming in from twelve hours of growing food for everybody else, going back outside to grow his own.

I drove up that Saturday. I found him on his knees in the dirt, pushing onion sets into rows so straight you could have checked them with a spirit level. I stood at the edge of the plot with two mugs of tea until he sat back on his heels and looked up at me.

"Go on then. Ask," he said.

"Tom. What is all this?"

He took the tea. Looked out over the plot for a second.

"You want the short version or the real version?"

"The real one."

So he gave it to me. At the kitchen table, with a pencil and the back of a fertiliser invoice, the way he explains everything.

"Start with what you know," he said. "You know your energy bill went up. You know diesel went up. You know your weekly shop went up. You think those are three different problems. They're not."

He drew a line on the paper.

"Here's what almost nobody outside farming understands. Nitrogen fertiliser, the stuff that grows most of the wheat in this country, is made from natural gas. Not just shipped with it. Made from it. Gas is most of what it costs to make the stuff."

"And Britain imports about sixty per cent of the nitrogen we use. Around a third of the world's urea goes out through the Strait of Hormuz. When that got shut off in March, everybody on the planet started chasing the same fertiliser at the same time."

"Okay," I said. "But that's your problem. Farmers' problem."

He looked at me the way he looks at a broken part.

"In February, ammonium nitrate was about four hundred quid a tonne. By April, the imported stuff was over five hundred and thirty. Urea went from four hundred and fifty five to six hundred and thirty five."

"In two months, Tom?"

"Nearly forty per cent. And then diesel moves with it. Haulage moves with it. Refrigeration moves with it. Processing moves with it."

He tapped the pencil on the paper.

"Every input between a seed and your supermarket shelf gets touched. So the farmer does what farmers have always done."

"What?"

"The numbers. If the margin isn't there, you change the crop. Use less nitrogen. Leave the poor ground out. Sometimes you don't drill it at all."

He looked at me.

"And that decision happens a year before you see the result. The wheat in your bread next year goes in the ground this autumn. How much of it, and how much nitrogen it gets, is being decided right now, on farms all over this country, by people like me doing numbers at kitchen tables like this one."

"The supermarket doesn't put up a sign saying some bloke in Lincolnshire decided another field no longer stacked up. It just changes the price and lets you think you're bad at budgeting."

I didn't say anything.

"And the experts, Tom. What are they saying?"

"That's the thing," he said. "They've already written it down."

He started counting them off on his fingers.

"Defra's own figures came out in March. Average cereal farm income, forecast down about two thirds. Down to around seventeen thousand pounds. And that was for the year before any of this started."

"Two thirds?"

"Two thirds. Seventeen grand, for running a farm."

"And I'm not telling you fertiliser did all of that. Grain prices matter. Weather matters. Last year's yields were all over the place. Every season has ten things going on at once."

He tapped the invoice again.

"But fuel and fertiliser are right there in the numbers every farmer in this country is running. That's my point. This isn't one headline. It's all connected."

Then he set the pencil down.

"But you want to know what actually got me off the tractor and into that garden?"

"Tell me."

"We don't make our own ammonia any more. They shut the ammonia plant in Cheshire in 2022, then the one at Billingham in 2023. There's still fertiliser being made on Teesside. But the ammonia it starts from comes in on a ship."

I stared at him.

"So even the British stuff…"

"Starts off a boat. And the government's line is there's no immediate risk to supply."

He nodded towards the window. Towards the dug earth past the washing line.

"Supply. Nobody said anything about price."

"So no, I'm not out there because I think the world's ending. I've lived through enough to know it usually doesn't. I'm out there because for the first time in thirty one years, the numbers told me to shorten the distance between my family and some of its food."

"When the bloke growing it starts questioning what he can afford to grow, the bloke eating it should probably learn to grow a little of his own."

Then he told me the part I really didn't expect.

"You know what farmers do when bought inputs get too expensive or too hard to get? We look harder at the old ways. Manure. Compost. Beans and clover. Cover crops. Looking after the soil properly instead of assuming another lorry can always bring whatever you need."

"The papers sometimes talk about it like it's new. It isn't. It's the oldest move in the book: when the supply line breaks, you go back to what doesn't need one."

"Your grandmother knew all of this," he said. "Every bit of it. She just called it the allotment."

I asked him what I should do.

He shrugged.

"Same thing I did. Put in a garden. Doesn't have to be half an acre. A few raised beds can grow more than you think."

"Tom, I haven't grown anything since Mum made us weed the garden as kids."

"Doesn't matter. You learn. People who'd never grown a carrot were doing it in back gardens during the war. The government was printing Dig for Victory leaflets to show them how."

Then he got up, went to the boot room and came back with something that stopped me.

A sealed white pouch. Thick, heavy, about the size of a bag of coffee beans.

He set it on the table between us.

"But whatever you do, don't just walk into a garden centre and grab any packet off the rack because it's got a nice tomato on the front."

"Why not?"

"Because if you want to save seed, you need to know what kind of seed you're buying."

He tapped the pouch.

"Some of what you'll find is hybrid seed. F1. Great seed for what it's bred to do. You can grow a beautiful first crop from it. But save that seed and plant the next generation and you may not get the same plant back. Different vigour. Different fruit. Different traits. The genetics separate in the second generation. F2 breakdown."

"So if your whole plan is grow, save, plant again, that distinction matters."

He tapped the pouch again.

"This is the other kind. Heirloom. Open pollinated. The kind families kept in biscuit tins before buying another packet every spring became normal. You grow it. You save suitable seed from your best plants. You sow it again when its season comes round and it can come back true to type. Same tomato. Same bean. Keep the line going."

"My grandmother's runner beans came from her mother. Same seed line. Never needed another packet to keep it alive."

"This has been sitting in my boot room because I want seed I can grow and then start rebuilding from. Seed you can plant is good. Seed you can plant that can help produce your next supply, that's the kind worth keeping."

Then he said the line I have not been able to get out of my head since.

"Stored food is a countdown clock. You eat through the cupboard and then it's gone and you're back at the shop with everybody else. Seed like this works the other way. You grow it. You save suitable seed. You start again."

"A stockpile counts down. Seed counts up."

I drove home that evening with my hands tight on the wheel, past the petrol station sign, past the supermarket with prices I had stopped really looking at because they changed so often.

And then, I'm embarrassed to say, I did what most people do.

Nothing.

I told myself Tom was a farmer, farmers worry about farm things, and there is always another headline telling you something has gone wrong somewhere.

Spring went by. Then the summer.

Then in September, three things happened in the same week.

The letter from our energy supplier came about this winter's rates. I stood in the kitchen and read it twice.

My daughter in Leeds called and mentioned, just in passing, that her weekly shop had crossed a number she had never seen before. She wasn't complaining. She sounded confused.

And then I read the papers.

The Food and Drink Federation was forecasting food inflation above six per cent by the middle of next year, peaking at 6.4 per cent next July. Food and drink prices were already up nearly forty per cent since 2020.

And back in June, the NFU had warned that if fertiliser stayed unaffordable, growers might have to cut back what they put on, or rethink planting altogether, for the 2027 harvest.

Almost word for word what Tom had explained at that kitchen table in April.

The farmers knew in spring. The rest of us find out at the till.

I called Tom that night and asked him where a normal person buys seed like what he keeps in that pouch.

He didn't hesitate.

"The Home Harvest. Heritage Seed Vault. It's the one I'd tell your kids to get. Thirty five varieties. Open pollinated. And they've put a proper Garden Planner in with it, for somebody who hasn't grown a radish since primary school."

I looked it up before bed.

The Home Harvest Heritage Seed Vault. More than 16,000 seeds across 35 named heirloom varieties. Tomatoes, beans, peas, sweetcorn, squash, carrots, peppers, courgettes, kale, the whole plate. Every one open pollinated, non hybrid and non GMO.

The kind Tom was talking about.

Grow this season. Save seed for the next.

And it came with the part I knew I would need more than Tom did: planting instructions on every packet, a growing manual, and a Garden Planner that tells you when to sow, when to transplant, when to harvest, and when and how to save seed for next year.

Because owning thousands of seeds is one thing. Knowing what to do with them is another.

1000+ families already have theirs. The page showed a 4.7 rating across more than 800 reviews.

Then I got to the price.

One vault was £49. More than sixteen thousand seeds. About a third of a penny per seed.

Delivery anywhere in the UK was free, and every order was backed by a 90 day money back guarantee.

I ordered one that night.

Then I sat there for a minute, thinking about my daughter in Leeds reading her shopping receipt in her kitchen.

And I changed the order to three.

One went to her. One went to my son in Bristol. He rolled his eyes on the phone. I don't care. He can roll his eyes with 35 varieties of open pollinated seed sitting in the cupboard. And one stayed with us.

Because I realised the same thing thousands of other families apparently realise.

The people you love do not all live under your roof.

Mine went in the kitchen cupboard, and the following weekend I started getting four raised beds ready behind the garage.

Tom drove down to see them. He checked the beds, told me one wasn't level, then looked at my packet of tomato seed and said I had the winter to learn how to plant a straight row before spring.

That was about as close to encouragement as I was going to get.

If you've been feeling it too, the energy bill, the supermarket receipts, the headlines that keep circling something without quite naming it, you're seeing the same chain Tom drew on the back of that fertiliser invoice.

The chain that sets the cost of your food can run from the Strait of Hormuz, through a gas market, through an ammonia ship into Teesside, through a diesel tank, through a farmer's kitchen table and eventually into the price sitting underneath a vegetable at the supermarket.

Almost every link belongs to somebody else.

Except one.

The part that happens once the seed is in your hand.

The farmers made their decisions months ago, quietly, behind their own washing lines and at their own kitchen tables. Tom wasn't predicting the end of the world. He was doing what he has done for thirty one years: reading the numbers before the rest of us.

And a garden is one of those things you cannot buy at the last minute. Seed needs a season. Knowledge takes practice. The best time to learn what grows in your own back garden is before you desperately need to know.

The Home Harvest Heritage Seed Vault gives you more than 16,000 seeds across 35 named heirloom varieties, every one open pollinated, non hybrid and non GMO, plus planting instructions on every packet, a growing manual and the Garden Planner to help you start the cycle and keep it going. Stored correctly, it comes with a 10 year freshness guarantee.

If you want to see all 35 varieties and exactly what comes inside the Heritage Seed Vault, you can see it here 👇

SEE WHAT'S INSIDE THE HERITAGE SEED VAULT 👇

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EDITED: Since Tom sat me down at that table, the numbers have only firmed up. AHDB figures showed nitrogen fertiliser prices up between 13 and 36 per cent from February to late March alone, and by April prices were nearly 40 per cent above where they were before the conflict. Britain imports around 60 per cent of its nitrogen fertiliser.

The NFU has warned that growers may cut applications or rethink planting for the 2027 harvest. And the Food and Drink Federation now expects food inflation to pass 6 per cent by the middle of next year.

Tom didn't predict the end of the world. He looked at the ledger first.

That is what farmers do.

And if the people who understand that chain first are shortening it for their own families, I think that is worth paying attention to.

P.S. Still on the fence? I was too.

What changed my mind was not a disaster prediction. It was Tom's pouch.

Stored food gets eaten once. Suitable open pollinated seed can be grown, saved and planted again.

Buying seeds isn't the same as owning a repeatable seed supply.

The Home Harvest gives you more than 16,000 seeds across 35 named heirloom varieties, plus the growing manual and Garden Planner to help you actually use them.

SEE WHAT'S INSIDE THE HERITAGE SEED VAULT 👇

https://thehomeharvest.uk/

P.P.S. If your first thought is "I wouldn't know how to grow any of it", that was mine too.

You do not need Tom's four hundred acres. Start with a few varieties. Learn what works where you live. Use the Garden Planner. Save suitable seed from the plants that do best.

The chain starts somewhere.

SEE WHAT'S INSIDE THE HERITAGE SEED VAULT 👇

https://thehomeharvest.uk/

P.P.P.S. And if you're thinking you'll just put more tins in the cupboard instead, remember what Tom said.

A cupboard of tins is useful. We have one. But every tin you eat makes the stockpile smaller. Seed works differently.

Grow this season. Save seed for the next.

A stockpile counts down. Seed counts up.

SEE WHAT'S INSIDE THE HERITAGE SEED VAULT 👇

https://thehomeharvest.uk/

Very Important Mobilia

 WOW WOW WOW WOW
SO YESTERDAY I readjust my garments with 2 hands, putting my mobile on my car bonnet.......
after nether region hydrodynamics.....I forget the phone.

With the help of google search and other saints praying I stagger dangerously in the dark up the A3 motorway from a layby , north to where Google says the mobile is, on the side of the road where there is absolutely no walkway and no bushes, But the advantage of darkness and a black phone was that nobody else would find it. That was the theory. But as I was explaining to my friends and only one of them is in this country,,,,,that is how rare thirdlevel is at the moment.......in fact something weird did happen . I will say more in a bit.

I tried communicating with people to get them to ring the phone when I was where Google said it was, however Indians and East Africans are 5 hours and 3 hous ahead and retiring when it was 8pm my time.
And Tim Elwell Music Tuition like me , doesn't have notifications on for messenger or else we would never get anything done.

So nobody was answering and helping by phoning.
But here's the amazing thing and the scary thing. I never installed the Google search phone app......nor the Samsung one.....but our latest software installs it without asking.

It is SO ACCURATE it can practically tell where the nearest dandelion plants are

It is SO ACCURATE it can practically tell where the nearest dandelion plants are.The phone was 4 miles from where I had put it on my bonnet. I didnt need my friends to wake up and call. There it was, absolutely precisely where Google said it was.

The phone was face down and had been driven over, So that is the first picture of the impressions of the stones, smashing through my screen under a car tire .

I bought the Samsung in Havant, Hampshire UK. They are open on Sundays. The man put on a new screen. The charging bit of the phone is attached to the front screen and was crushed, there was a fissure in the metal casing showing the immense pressure......

BUT HERE IS THE THING. THE BACK OF THE SAMSUNG WITH ALL THE REST OF THE PHONE WAS UNTOUCHED.

EVEN THOUGH DIRECTLY SQUASHED. WHAT KIND OF THING IS THAT?????? The second picture is not a new phone.....it's the same phone with a new screen, which means new metal front shell too.

But here'sthe weird thing I was explaining to Teresa Maggie D'souza. Seeing as Google is so accurate......why 2 hours earlier did it say my phone was in Valley Park Drive Clanfield at a precise
house which I remembered as 27.....(I swiped my screen and then google thought i might not be me....
then wanted 2 verifications.....AND THE SECOND WAS MY PHONE.)

( INSTALL AUTHENTICATOR APPS ON EVERYTHING YOU HAVE GOT INCLUDING YOUR CORNFLAKES}

So I had to work from memory. I had remembered wrong because this house had been empty for a year the neighbour told me.

Later, the mobile is in another place beside the A3, where it actually was. There was no case......and squashing it under a car does not remove cases.......so this is extremely suspicious.....as if thrown away in disgust.
SUMMARY
1. Dont ever put your phone on your car
2, Try Google Find or Samsung find......don't just buy a new phone
3. Install backups and Authenticators on every gadget. Backup important files......preferably NOT CLOUD reliance. Buy hardware. Or very powerful USB sticks.

The Latest on the Two Cloths , the Turin Shroud and a second face cloth

 

This is not Christian but it IS PARALLEL!!!

Indian Service Station Testimony

 

All 14 Ministries in Paul's 3 lists

 ( Kathie Walters nolonger on her own )

Apostolic Definitions for Returning to Church No.1

 

Bible Scroll App

 

This BLOCKS other apps to cut across your reflex to look on social media before you do anything , on the basis that the first thing we need is God's Word.

It costs around £50 a year, but think of it like 15p a day therapy or mentorship.

Present down side is if you have a problem or find some bad programming they don't provide help or support other than bIgger questions that may arise which have contact details or information links.

First media Mentions of Loosh?

 When was the first public mention? Ghostbusters?

Frank Peretti book This Present Darkness?

LOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH

It means absoulutely nothing to a caged in the five senses Brit, Try Richard Dawkins? What about other atheists?

It's another planet from our own one.

In our land of appearances bubble we think everything is just so. And then there's the very odd appearance that makes no sense at all.

Here's the thing . BBC has trained us that only primitive people believe in the Devil. Which if you listened to Jeanette Archer is the Biggest Tavistock BBC fraud you can ever think of.....

So anyway how can a Brit begin to get his/her head round LOOSH? We haven't the notional vocabulary.

If there are no Ephesians 6 Principalities and Powers there can be no concept of Loosh.

Loosh is dependent on the understanding that a third of the angels pulled away from the ONE SINGLE LIFE SOURCE inside and outside of Creation, Our Heavenly Father God.

There isn't a speck of life outside God's Spirit. Fallen entities are desperate like we don't even know. We have perhaps not had a drink for a while or food.....or we are desperately lonely.....

But what are eons like trying to pull life from somewhere???

Bill Schnoebelen who was in all these realms as a vampire until he met Jesus. 9 Parts on Youtube

And the most effective energy swaps are done with beings freshly out of heaven . Babies and children. Or pure people. Or frightened children and their adrenal blood called adrenochrome.

Or the intense joy and pleasure at seeing everything of God's holiness, sort of picked like a dandelion and pulling each yellow strand apart one by one. Disney children.

So here are lists of Reversals of the way things should be, for no other reason than spiritual beings suckering us into this weirdness and providing no end of trinkets to people that do it for them. Before they crush them like insects, which gives them more LOOSH.

It gives great LOOSH energy to do things in front of populations and crowds.

Half time Superbowl televised to billions.

That Obama who isnt even American but was born in CYAYA to one of Hitler's daughters , and that he should marry a man called Michael and lead the whole world into homosexual marriage.

Or what about Robert Maxwell's and Guislaine's friend Father Teresa? The Meister child trafficker for the Catholic Church who made incredible amounts of money through children's suffering , all while WE....ME....not just Catholics ....were totally totally duped. I have left my Mother Teresa blogpost for all to see how duped I was by her writings. Maybe they were written for him by Jesuits or Rosicrucians?

Oh what world sized LOOSH was gained by that in all the multifaceted layers that could be derived.

Or Mr Barbara Bush or many many filmstars we loved.

And it's so obvious that Dr Fauci is Father Teresa's son . Just examine their faces. Or that Angela Merkels eyes are Adolf Hitler's same eyes. Angela is Obama's aunt. Not a bad family business taking over the world.

Tring Stuffed animals

This is what Lewis Caroll was alluding to in Alice and Wonderland and through the Looking Glass. Jessie Czebotar has lived these crazy portal scrying mirror moments. I was brought up near Tring. Locals know that the Mad Hatter is the Tring Rothschild with the stuffed animals 150 years ago.

This is all top of the surface stuff. What on earth goes on underneath the earth where no eye sees but God?

All for Loosh energy......but that starts to give a tiny bit of logic about how their ways seem so mad. They need blood . Both possessed humans and fallen spirits who more and more inhabit them as lizards and strange beings who know they are hell bound......unless something else can happen?????

Ghostbusters and Frank Peretti were saying something which had to be introduced gently about 40 to 50 years ago, when Doreen Irvine escaped witchcraft and wrote from Witchcraft To Christ.

100,000 Gather In India

 

Powerful scenes are emerging from Simdega, India, where multitudes reportedly gathered to worship Jesus Christ.

The gathering shows believers coming together in prayer, praise and devotion, celebrating their faith openly and lifting up the name of Jesus.

Christianity continues to bring people together across nations, languages and cultures. For believers, moments like these are a reminder that the Gospel is reaching communities around the world.

Report by Emily Madrigal. https://www.facebook.com/share/p/1CFMmhRRYs/829

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