I have just returned from a trip to London to submit my Portuguese visa application. I am unaccustomed to city life and crowded places, having left the capital in 2004. But I prepared as best I could. The hotel was carefully chosen, I took food for both days and packed a variety of EMF protection and energy balancing devices, which helped me stay balanced, support my immune system and detox on the go*. London is completely bathed in electro-magnetic frequencies (the whole world is, but towns and cities are worst). The dangers are denied by those we entrust to make decisions in our best interests, and information about the harms (which is plentiful) is hidden - unless you venture down the rabbit hole yourself.
In other ways, London had changed for the better, which surprised me. When I left, 20 years ago, I wasn’t planning to return. I was done with the noise, the frenzy and the smog. However, the East, where I found myself this time (between Euston and Brick Lane), was unrecognisable. Traffic was light, the air was breathable (I used to hold my breath when crossing the road, years ago), it was quiet (seriously quiet for a city) and the number of vehicles was dramatically reduced, compensated by a large number of e-scooters and e-bikes which were available for self-hire on many street corners. There were many more pedestrian zones and the whole place felt relatively calm. While I don’t approve of the politically motivated ULEZ scheme, which taxes road usage based on emissions and is coercing the population into scrapping perfectly serviceable cars and replacing them with electric vehicles (using fossil fuel generated electricity), the city had definitely changed.
So, too, had certain practicalities such as paying tube fares. I felt like a newbie, asking how to do this. People looked at me in shock, as if I came from a different planet. (Well, at some level, maybe I do. In fact, maybe we all do?!). Rush hour tube trains were far less crowded. I remember being propped up in a crush of bodies. Years ago, everyone read newspapers which were spread wide, without consideration for others. Now, there wasn’t a paper in sight. Instead, passengers were glued to their phones, something else I am not a fan of.
The train to and from London, however, was an entirely different matter. It was an assault on the senses. Packed, hot and noisy (people were talking on their phones or watching social media videos, on speaker for all to hear), unpleasant odours and, of course, another toxic electrical soup created by the wall to wall phones and on-board wifi. I read a book (yes, a print book) and attempted to maintain a state of equilibrium by viewing the experience as a dream. It’s reality, of course. But it’s not my reality….
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