The Dance of Life
Introduction
Intentionally deaf, and blind? That is the question.
Life is what you make it. Real or unreal.
Reality is a bitch. But it's how you handle it and how you express your thoughts on it that count. For those who do express controversial views, they are sometimes labelled as being
mentally ill. This is not because they are dangerous to society, per se, it is because they challenge the false reality under which most people live. It's quite a well-known expression
that most people are comfortable living with convenient lies than with uncomfortable truths. Therefore, the free thinkers who challenge sanitised narratives that form the false reality
of our society are considered a risk to those who benefit most from this form of social order (the establishment).
In the movie, 'The Matrix', this concept is explored in the artistic form of multimedia. But how many people understand that the issues portrayed in this movie are a reflection of
their real lives? Very few want to wake-up. It is far more comfortable and convenient to live inside the Matrix and not suffer the discomfort of the true reality that exists around them.
So which existence is best? In the short-term, you want a safe passage through life without controversy. But if you really want to experience the real world, then the harsh truths of
life can be too much to bear. Therefore, many of you go back to sleep when you realise you cannot cope with such a challenge.
So who are the moderators of this false reality? They are the people who hide in 'dark places', the politicians, the psychologists, the psychiatrists, the doctors, the consultants,
in fact, anyone who falsely thinks they can determine what is and is not an acceptable level of behaviour within the prevailing 'Matrix-style' of conformity. In this respect they are
mostly no more than the well-paid and well-rewarded morons who make a living deciding who best fits into this malignant and contrived system, and who is a danger to it.
Sadly, we all live with this great deception for at least part of our time upon this planet. It is the way the establishment conditions us from day one, from the time we are old
enough to learn about the world around us. But you do not have to remain this way. It's your choice. If you wish to live a life influenced by the illusions put before you, then do so.
But do not assume that anyone who does not share your artificial lifestyle is crazy, or a "conspiracy theorist" (a description given to us by those who oppose us).
Finally, and regarding 'Joe (and Jane) Public': during their last days of life, when their mortal flesh is about to give up on them, many will look back at the existence they have led.
And when at least some of them understand that their lives have mostly been a lie, they may just seek forgiveness through confession.
OK. I shall leave you with my opinions, but apologies if I did wake you up. If so, then it's time to return to the dream world I described to you - should that be where you wish to
remain.
*Edited on 8th June, 2023.
Melancholy
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18th February, 2026: January has disappeared!
But some good news, in a manner of speaking.
Has our house been sold? Well ...
A close relative has agreed to buy the place and paperwork is being processed. How long will it take? I have no idea, but it's significant progress. But the sale in itself presents new challenges
as the upheaval of leaving the Philippines and returning to the UK is going to be difficult. In reality, I will be homeless, but the wife may go and spend some time in Australia with another of the
Olarte clan for about three months. This will at least take some of the pressure off me as I look to establish a new home to live in. But will the wife join me there? The long-term plan was to move
to Spain. So she may go straight there after leaving Australia. At least she has siblings now established in Spain, so making the transition could prove to be easier than the one I am facing.
I would have gone directly to Spain myself, but I need a really good check-up in hospital in the UK. I may even be spending some time in a hospital bed if need be. It's not that I am critically
ill, but my lungs just deteriorate and my heart palpitations have increased. the outcome of my medical examination will determine what I shall do next, and where I shall end up. Everything is muddled
at the moment as neither I, or the wife, can make any firm plans for the future until my own situation is clarified. We shall just have to see what happens next, but I'm sort of expecting to be back
in the UK by late Spring.
Part of my soul will remain in the Philippines though as I feel I am part of the furniture in our little house. I have invested so much in making a better place to live that it will be something
of an emotional wrench to leave it all behind. Will I make any profit from my venture? Most of the money I shall leave to my wife as I am concerned for her future security - should anything adverse
happen to myself. I'll have just enough left over to buy some basic needs for my new place once I have found somewhere suitable. that in itself is going to be my biggest challenge.
Will I get any 'priority' consideration for suitable housing? At the age of 71 and with all my medical issues, I hope so. My only connection to family is my sister in Wolverhampton, and I am very
reluctant to stay there. I have a niece (through marriage to my wife) in Taunton. But that would definitely be less suitable. To be honest, I'm not sure where I belong. I feel lost emotionally and
cannot establish where I should be living. But if my health is not too bad, then perhaps just somewhere temporary until I join my wife in Spain (if she goes there). If I have too remain in the UK for
health reasons, then maybe somewhere like Great Malvern in Worcestershire would be an option. I am very familiar with the place being a regular visitor there when I lived in Worcester, though a lot
has obviously changed over the last few decades. But it's a good place to get fit (walking up to and on the Malvern Hills) and there is a good supply of free mineral water to collect in the town.
In numerous ways, it's something of a 'winning' solution as it is, or should be, quite peaceful at night. Shopping would not be a problem with a Waitrose on my doorstep, and hopefully the old store
I used to buy organic goods from is till trading. Other favourite shopping places are also well served by the frequent bus service between Great Malvern and Worcester.
But I'm getting ahead of myself. It's one step at a time, and at my age, slower and more tiring ones as well. Let's see what transpires.
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Nostalgia
UPDATE! It is now November 7th, 2025. I am writing this entry from 1,000s of miles away in another country. I still have relatives in the Wolverhampton, but from what I can see, read
and hear, numerous things have got worse since I left in October, 2021. 4 years on, and now I feel less inspired, even very reluctant, to call the 'city' my home again. When I do eventually
move away from my current place of residence, I will likely land back in Wolverhampton. But it will only be for a short time as I feel there is not much left of what I remember about the place.
I just feel the heart and soul has been ripped out of the city centre and there is little reason to visit it regularly. Curiosity (while I am there) will justify a bus ride once in a while,
but nothing else will inspire me to visit a location that I think has become depressing and sad. As I say, this is all said from such a long way away. But the internet, and my relatives, keep me
informed of what is happening. OK, a few things have changed. For example, the 'Metro' eventually got completed, but the football team is in the doldrums. Another large store (Marks & Spencer)
closed not so long ago. Other large outlets still remain empty (such as the old Sainsbury supermarket building) and very few keen to occupy what feels like 'ghostly' premises (and who can
blame them?). Any financial incentives to occupy any premises are short-lived, and will eventually result in the long-term exploitation of those who are foolish enough to dream of something enduring.
The bottom line for me, at least, is that any return too my old roots will be no more than a 'passing through' experience rather than a 'homecoming'. I will have no desire to stay in Wolverhampton
any longer than I need to. Nobody is going to miss me (family excluded) and I will not miss them. Many of the 'old faces' I am familiar with have either died or moved away, or just disappeared. There are
some old neighbours, and people owning retail outlets I do miss somewhat. But I'm resigned to never seeing them again after I say 'ta-ra' one last time.
That's all, folks. If you do bump into me at any stage during my temporary stay and do recognise me, I'll be happy to say hello and goodbye - almost simultaneously. But be prepared to do likewise.
I will stay long enough to enjoy a bag of orange-battered chips and a piece of cod roe from one of my former haunts, and even a curry from 'Pally' and his wife. But not much else.
Back to what I said years ago ...
My birthplace, Wolverhampton. Remember the good old days? We are about preserving, about tradition, about remembering when the city (when it was still a town) was flourishing.
Time moves on. But progress is not always what it should be. Remember the old Victorian Arcade? Criminally demolished and replaced with concrete. What about the ever-popular
covered market? Now to be demolished as well. Or how about the old trolley buses? Beatties? Goodyears? The small shopkeepers? For some of them, a long time driven out of business.
In the old days, you would have witnessed working families struggling to get by. But life was simpler, not overwhelmed by all those things which today devalue humanity.
Household components were built out of materials that would last longer than the cheap plastic imports we now see from China. Now we use them and then throw them away when they stop working.
At Woeza.com we are partly old school, partly modernist. It must be said though, that as far as the city goes, the baby was thrown out
with the bathwater a long time ago.
People
According to indexes measuring social deprivation, Wolverhampton (which is where I was born, and lived for a number of years) is towards the bottom of any scale you should wish to use.
Perhaps one may think that this means that the city is not a great place to live. But the people are generally just as friendly, if not more so, than many other places you may wish to visit.
However, the city is plagued by an 'underclass' of anti-social elements. Louts, drug dealers, degenerates of varying descriptions, we have more than our fair share of them.
Then there is the 'Kremlin'. The city council is ominous by it's 'big brother' architectural design which sits imposingly in the centre of the city. But it is not any aesthetic opinion
of the structure that is important - it is the political elements ensconced within the building that is of concern.
The city is not blessed with a set of councillors who care much about each other. Historically, the left-wing councillors have long been at odds with their right-wing opponents. You could
say that where divisions exist, they are often and seemingly unbreachable. Each side likes to play it's own political card and it is the citizens who have to suffer as a consequence.
Generally though, and knowing the people of this city quite well, they are wary of anyone who is not within their own social class. Speak with a 'posh'
accent, and you will be viewed with suspicion by the unemployed and working classes. Speak with a typical Black Country accent, and to outsiders, you will be seen as not being too clever.
Overall, it's not a bad place to live, but it could be much better. And it is only the class divisions which stop the citizens from making the place a lot better than it could be.
Environment
To put it bluntly, and in certain places, a bit of a let-down. Badly maintained roads and pavements. Dilapidated buildings as the
result of abandoned development projects. Poor air (at times) and water quality (the water is fluoridated with toxic waste chemicals).
Noisy due to pig-ignorant motorists hell-bent on making as much noise as they can. The 'pitbull class' who let their less-than-desirable
dogs run free. Cannabis fumes permeating blocks of flats. People deficating in stairwells. Misuse of facilities and total ignorance of
fire regulations. Increasingly confusing city centre road network due to increased pedestrianisation. Never-ending Metro fiasco. How long
does it take a small amount of track? These are just examples and this list may increase.
Facilities
A handful of parks of which West Park appears to be the most well-used. A concert / conference venue (Wulfrun Civic Hall),
a badly-designed bus station which is very cold and draughty during the colder months of the year. Large supermarkets such as Sainsbury (but inconveniently situated for bus users), and Asda.
Continually shrinking council public service outlets. Shopping mall (Mander Centre) where the roof leaks every year (mind you do not trip over those buckets). Toilet facilities inside the
Mander Centre which close after shops finish trading early in the evening. Fair number of bookmakers and drinking outlets. Large police station where the police like to hide (they are going
to need to get a bigger car park for all the cars not on patrol). A regularly troublesome Metro tram system. Again, this list could get longer.
Summary
Could do a lot better. City is too 'disjointed' and subject to the whims of councillors who think the city centre is the only place
to invest in development (considering the long-term 'bomb site' appearance of at least some of the suburbs. Improved soccer team is one
of the better things. But the jury is still out on the ability to be a top-six club. Unpleasant place to be at night - dark, miserable, a number
of drunken revellers. Sprinkling of very bad food outlets. Ultimately, OK during the day, but avoid at night.
Elm Forest in Autumn
A few more words
Updating the website.
Better late than never.
This section did not appear on the original version of this website, but I felt a need to add a few more words and add some updates.
I left Wolverhampton a few months before the end of 2021, and although my website is not that old, a lot has happened since I left. Now it's late 2023, and the soccer club is in
the doldrums. Managers have come and gone, financial restrictions are taking their toll, and the club just seems to be treading water - as it has done for a few years now. Elsewhere,
some things have dragged on, some have changed much to the dislike and upset of some of the local traders, shops and other outlets have closed (due to the effect of the 'scamdemic'
and the UK financially and militarily supporting America's long-time contrived and proxy war against Russia). Then there are people struggling with mortgages, increasing food prices,
energy costs. Add to this more violent crime, dog attacks, some local governments going bankrupt (and possibly more in danger of doing so), etc.
Leaves are falling off the tree. It's part of a annual cycle for some. But if the tree is showing clear signs of distress and disease, will they return next year?
But more about my 'disclaimer' ...
What is written in this blog may seem outdated in some of it's opinions, information and purpose. I do not apologise for the criticisms I have previously made, and some (or many)
which are still valid to this day. Yes, it may seem I am still rubbing salt into old wounds, but some will always refuse to heal. These wounds run deep, but my justification is that not
a great deal of good has occurred since I left, and many of the issues I previously and personally experienced with the city still remain. The situation with the UK as a whole is even
worse. It is despairing to see the criminals and (useful) idiots in Westminster taking this nation to Hell, but not likely back again.
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