The Hippie Caravan Died and Came Back

I drove the caravan around a redneck Irish town, the kids loved it but the adults were suspicious, or they turned away, they just couldn’t look at it, they seemed scared.

We had a slight problem with a wheel, so we parked it in a layby, while we went off to get the wheel welded.

The locals came and turned the caravan over, they tried to roll it down a little hill but it got stuck. It’s very heavy; there must have been a few blokes to push it over.

Messages like “Love and Peace in Our Time” is not conducive to the rednecks in Ireland, they all hate each other. Now the country is on the verge of collapse, the ego-trips of the boom years have toppled, they are very angry about it and they are all in a lot of pain. I feel for them, but again…the drama of karma is very precise.

When I first saw the Jesus light (December 2009) strobing around the room I watched it for five hours. It was also then that I was first subjected to the “Hurricains of Hatred”. I had to sit in a chair and endure the collective hatred of humanity being fired at me for three minutes, I nearly passed out, it was very intense. I just managed to hang in there. Then I was asked to do one more minute.

I was told it was the hatred of the Jews, there were snarling rabbis and blokes with ringlets, spitting anger, I have no idea what they were pissed off about, I wasn’t shown. I didn’t know any of them so I don’t think they were pissed off at me.

It was bloody weird, I never expected that. They are not all like the ones I saw, praise the Lord—tee hee. I once had a rabbi as a student for a number of years, he was very well educated, and a very respectful, he was a kind person.

In the end, I decided to resurrect the caravan and pay for it be repaired, and I’ve got a couple of mates that will drive it to every major town in Ireland north and south, that should piss some of the Paddy’s off!

The kids love the caravan, they laugh and wave. The future belongs to the kids, almost none of the old fogies make it anyway. One day Ireland will have two thousand people or less in it. There will only be 100-150 adults or so, on the Island. Strange but true.

Stuart_Wilde_Resurecting_the- Caravan — Resurrection After Three Days

The Irish bloke that helped me resurrect the caravan was very sweet, he didn’t charge me. Very kind. Some are very warm.

Peace in our time. Stuart Wilde