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Edna was in her car, she says, and the news coming over the radio was so distressing she could either have burst into tears or drunk a carton of custard- and she chose the latter. She drank it then and there, in the car, having first- I hope- pulled over to the side of the road.

Strange days, these, odd days, most peculiar days- with time moving so fast and all sorts of mad things happening- like Elon Musk, supposedly the world's richest man, speaking by satellite to Stephen Yaxley-Lennon's discombobulated, flag-draped hordes on the streets of London and calling for the otherthrow of a government not his own- and the rain is falling in torrents and the wind blowing high. It's confusing, giddy-making, sick-making even. I don't feel too good- and I don't think there's anything physically wrong with me.

Someone I was listening to the other day explained it thusly: We're going through the Shift/the close of the Kali Yuga/the transition into the Age of Aquarius/the Last Days- and the world is moving out of third dimensional reality- where time is strictly sequential- into fourth dimensional reality- where it isn't- and our bodies which are still three-dimensional are having difficulty coping. Also, to make things even more messed up, our consciiousness is increasingly open to fifth-dimensional reality which is where things get really wild.....