Lawyers and Blackberries - Monday 25/07/11

Two observations today. Blackberries and the administration of justice.
Saw, or rather more accurately, noticed, my first ripe blackberry of this year. Why haven't I noticed them sooner? Because I haven't left the house in quite a number of days.

My second observation was this. Courts, to my thinking, closely resemble churches. And I do not feel through accident. The courts I have entered or seen have seating for the 'congregation' (plaintiff and defendant plus company). A Pulpit (Stand) Altar (Bench) and Icon (Crest of HM Government). This is no surprise at all. The Queen is sworn to uphold the laws of God.
Here is my conclusion. What alternative is there to a 'judge'? My answer is your spiritual leader. Who else better to administer the laws of God after the Queen herself than he whose life is dedicated to their study.
I for one would feel far more comfortable with a priest presiding than a burnt out jaded lawyer, whose kind are reported in the papers to have ruled that the courts should be secular and there is no room for religion in law. A funny belief if the laws of the land are founded upon the laws of God!
My question is this. Let us suppose I cause harm/injury/loss and /or break one of the 10 commandments (laws of God). The injured party swears an affidavit of truth and I am arrested. Now, instead of choosing to be tried in the de facto government courts where a fair trial is impossible due to a blatant conflict of interest (the prosecutor is generally employed by the government, as is the judge!), I choose instead to be tried in a church... Without the governments corrupt touch, I would stand a greater chance of the impartiality of those presiding and the involvement of the community among whom I reside.
This, as I understand it, is how 'justice' was served for thousands of years.
In truth, I could demand the Queen herself pass judgment in much the same way King Solomon in the Bible did.
I never intend to test this theory... but would be happy to should the occasion present itself...

M Jones

Banking On The Seat Of My Pants - Thursday 09/06/11

I have been engaged in a most interesting dialogue with my Bank. It would appear a banker's draft I paid in last Friday was magically imbued with chameleon like abilities. Abilities so convincing, that to begin with, it became invisible to the naked eye! So invisible that two 'advisers' signed to say the envelope was empty upon inspection.
It would appear however that its powers have faded to mere shape shifting as today I received a call to say that in fact a "slip" was present, but it lacked a sort code and account number. Unfortunately for my bank, this cheeky legal document is still redeemable despite the above, and I am nevertheless owed the amount it is drawn to.
During a morning telephone call I was asked if I might be available around 13:00/14:00 to meet with the 'local director'. On my way into town my gut instinct flickered and I felt that whilst guilty of no wrongdoing, to enter the bank that day would be most unwise. This profoundly confused me. Surely, my head said, it was in my interest to attend. I was not the one in the wrong. I was the injured party...
I decided to ask for a sign that would persuade me what was best.
Later, as I walked past a church window, I saw in my periphery an open book on display. A King James Bible. My intuition said to go back and read the page displayed.
It was clear what was meant to be read as a diagonally positioned paper clip on the page seemed to point to it.
Mark XV 16 - "And the soldiers led him away into the hall, called Praetorium; and they call together the whole band."
Who knows what that really meant regarding my situation, by my interpretation I was warned of the likelihood of unlawful and wrongful arrest.
I did not enter my bank that day.

Very Sad To Recognise A Fallen Soldier In The Paper. I Trained With Martin Lamb Back In 2003. Rest Easy My Friend.

Being Watched From On High.

Now I Love "Kev" The New Security Guard, But I Do Worry About Him. He's Always Cheerful And Welcoming, But How Long Until The Store Realise His Appalling Detection And Arrest Rate?

M Jones