Synchronicity.

Did you ever wonder about synchronicity?

The other day I got out of bed in a bit of a mood, hassled Jim about his time keeping as we had to call in for milk on the way to work as certain of our customers drink it by the bucket load; and these particular customers would be in that morning.

When we got to the supermarket, they didn't have what we needed. Jim got it in the neck again because I didn't feel we were doing our job properly and we should have gone to the warehouse the night before. Nag, nag, nag.

Then we got stuck in traffic where there usually isn't any...and a bus driver really wasn't helping matters. Horns were blaring, tempers were fraying and I was watching the clock go round knowing that we would be late and have to play catch up.

We got to the end of the road only to find the police had blocked it and we had to go the long way round. Getting later and later, but it explained the traffic. When we reached the other end the police were there, too. There'd been an incident involving violence right outside the café and we weren't allowed near the crime scene. We were turned away from our premises.

By the time we were allowed back in, the baker had been turned away with our bread order, we'd lost most of the day's takings and no longer needed the milk that had started the trouble that morning. Oh yes, and we discovered that someone had stolen one of my karate trophies....I just hope it wasn't involved in the violent crime.

Now, my thoughts are these;

Did I somehow start a nasty chain reaction by giving in to the miseries that morning? Or, did the intense ferocity of the attack on our doorstep send tidal waves of negative vibrations to upset our more usual placid temperaments?

There's no such thing as co-incidence.  

Paganism / Withcraft

Paganism or Witchcraft.

Those of us who celebrate the cyclical events of Mother Nature's Universe, have become more able to act in our own best interest.

Paganism itself is not straightforward and I'm not sure that I fit nicely into any one particular religion. But that's what's so good about this belief system. No-one pushes, no-one condemns, no-one preaches, everyone is willing to help.

What I see and understand of what is and what may be, is just my outlook on this reality. No-one else's. I don't try to convert anyone, and I don't want to be told what to think or how to behave.

For me, if you're interested, Paganism entails an understanding and gratitude of Earth's harvest, her natural medicines, flora and fauna, wild weather patterns, tides, hormones and all things related to the moon, rocks, shells, Earth, Air, Fire, Water and Spirit, Yin and Yang and a healthy understanding of one's own deep and motivating consciousness.

And, even if you're not interested but have read this far, Paganism allows freedom of thought without restricting control. We are able to make things happen; and only exercise our natural abilities for the good of all.

Witchcraft is the ability to transfer natural abilities to enable easier and healthier living amongst those with a strong belief in Earth's healing and psychic power, her leylines and magnetic forces.

Paganism is more interested in the power of the conjoined minds than in any physical body image. Therefore, race, colour, creed, and physical ability become imperceptible. The beneficial, spiritual power of mankind is what enables new and productive ideas and progressive thinking for perpetual life. For us, paganism opens up shamanistic guidance, dream interpretation, and astral travel.

Armed with the knowledge of self hypnosis and meditation, pagan's can achieve peace, harmony, longevity and scientific bewilderment. I want to be a part of that.

We made our peace about a month ago. RIP Marjorie. 1910-2012

REPEATERS

Why are teachers so afraid to think for themselves?

Why are our children being fed a concoction of propaganda, aggression and hate? So that wars become the answer to fictitious problems and hate nurtures the conflict.

Children unquestioningly hang on to their teacher's every word. Of course they do. Teacher is the font of all knowledge.

Well, guess what? S/he isn't.

These days, teaching is a job, not a vocation. Three years in an institution that shows you how to pass exams by repeating what the examiners want to hear, and Bob's your uncle, Fanny's your aunt; you can call yourself a professional and be paid stupid money for making monkeys out of innocent children.

So-called teachers can only repeat the systematic government propaganda to indoctrinate information into the minds of our susceptible young, who readily soak up any drivel fed to them. Their developing minds are so open and ready to receive true knowledge and the guidance to use all their senses to the full. Instead, they are expected to swallow the nonsense that our government feeds them via their foolish teachers. That is an unacceptable, criminally neglectful situation. These adult brains have been dulled to a sludge grey by university training and are no longer capable of encouraging thought processes of their own, let alone those of a bright, alert, eager child.

The population is becoming so stupid that soon we'll have to send out the bloodhounds to find an iota of intelligence. And teachers seem to be more idiotic than most. What is it that's said? “Those that can, do. Those that can't, teach.”

Lucid Dreaming

Have you ever been inside a dream knowing it's a dream?

I do it all the time. Lucid dreaming. Quite often I can wake up in the night, toddle off to the bathroom, go back to bed and rejoin my dream where I left off. The good thing about lucid dreaming is that you are able to control the content. You can even go back and make changes. But it is so very real, even though you are aware it's a dream. This type of dream stays with me throughout the next day and gives me points to ponder and consider. It is usually very helpful to my current situation and is sometimes prophetic.

A few years ago I discovered something odd. During my waking hours I noticed that I was sometimes in a dream-like state; a little uncertain as to whether I was awake or asleep. My surroundings would be slightly fuzzy and off-centre. When this happens, I try to orientate myself; to decide if I'm really in bed sleeping or just had my normal day knocked out of kilter. The world around me becomes not quite real, not quite solid, the senses tell a confusing story.

So what is real? I have come to the conclusion that dreams are dreams and being awake is also dreaming. Life is an illusion that we can manipulate and enjoy, that we can alter for the better, that we can learn from through experience. This world is nothing but a sensory observation, a platform for pleasure. True life is on many cosmic levels and holds many degrees of love, understanding and being, for which no body is necessary. Our dreaming is joyful practice for what is to come.

Magick Children

The tinies are learning about themselves and the magick that is within them. It is an exciting undertaking that involves the whole family unit.

(The path to enlightenment).

To demonstrate the power of the mind in a positive, humanitarian and responsible manner is not beyond a six year old child; provided that child has constant adult guidance from a dedicated and trustworthy mentor.

Children believe in the magic of fairy tales. Of turning naughty boys into frogs, or pumpkins into golden carriages. They believe in Spider Man and gnarled warty witches. Of course they do because these are the stories they've heard at school and through the media for the whole of their short lives.What our little ones are learning from us is the value of participating in shared emotive circumstances and helping to make a beneficial difference.

At first, the children thought we meant that they would be able to conjure up vast quantities of ice cream or get rid of all the baddies in the world.

So we had a little talk about achievable goals, about treating others as we would like to be treated, about thinking things through and never causing harm. We decided to start with something simple using their instinctive abilities.

Child #2 wanted to be included in a small group of boys at school but had never been invited. He thought they didn't like him and was quite upset that each day the group would have lots of fun in the playground without him.

I asked him how he could show that he liked and approved of these boys and their games and explained how infectious a smile could be. He agreed to try it but didn't seem too sure. The next time I saw #2, I asked him how it went and was rewarded with a beaming grin, (which I returned because they're infectious, you know). The smile had won the day and he now had a larger circle of friends.

Hopefully, the children will learn how to improve their lives, cope with challenges and make positive changes to succeed and flourish, using heightened awareness and natural instincts. They will understand the need for balance in their lives; for giving and graciously accepting, for shadow and light, teaching and learning, playing and resting.

It is our honour to help our little ones see the world with awe and wonder, to use our love as the medium for passing on knowledge. To join our hearts and minds in the Nature of the Universe. 

A Helping Hand

Husband has decided to help me lose weight.
He regulates my food portion size as I had said I didn't want to diet, just eat less.
He has bought me a second hand rowing machine. 
He steers me away from his stash of beers and points to the water tap.
He smiles lovingly, says "well done" and pinches my fat cheeks.


Husband is a skinny beanpole who loves food and beer but refuses to exercise.


But now I think of it, he probably eats less than me and he works very hard about the home and workplace. That's a lot of exercise. Granted, he likes his beer and has a small beer belly to prove it but he could probably get rid of that in no time at all.


So I have to do my bit. Husband really does care and wants to help. So I will exercise more and eat less. I will drink herbal teas and steal only small amounts of beer. The day will come when these cheeks are un-pinchable. Thanks hubby. Love you.

Healing water

I had a comforting dream the other night.
I dreamt that I had some important news to share with my friend, Sam.
We were walking in some wooded countryside on a warm, sunny day. The birds were singing, colours were vivid and it was very peaceful.
As we approached a wide stream that babbled happily along, I asked Sam to remove her shoes which she did at once. The woods had receded and the sun was shining brightly on the water. We waded into the stream which sang and skipped about us. 
It was time to tell Sam about the tragedy that had befallen us. Although not too wide, the stream stretched as far as the eye could see to the right and to the left. I quickly outlined the facts but was desperate to to explain the baby's final journey. I looked to my right and pointed upstream.
"This is our place. We put baby into his crib and gently pushed it into the flow of water. He came floating down toward us." As I was telling Sam, I could picture the fine details. My daughter and her partner were standing on the bank further up but beginning to walk down towards us. Baby's siblings were playing on the bank behind me.
" As he drew level, we had the most amazing feeling of peace." This last act of devotion to our small boy was absolutely the right thing to do. I could sense that he, too, was experiencing well-being and the fiercest, deepest kind of love from our communal heart.
Then came the strangest urge to plunge into the water to be with him. The children were jumping in and splashing around happily, calling to their youngest brother and wishing him love forever from them, making it alright for him to continue on his journey as he would never be alone. Then I was in the water, too, and I felt up-lifted, calm and serene. It was the most exquisite place to be; a place of knowing. I looked around and we were all in the water, all smiling, all with a deeper understanding, all of us linked forever to this moment in time.
Then he had drifted past us, effortlessly gliding toward his future; our future, and we waved him on, safe and sound once more. 
Even though I knew this was a dream, I was so pleased to be able to share this experience with my friend...and when I see her tomorrow, I shall tell her.


The meaning of the dream is fairly obvious. It's an acceptance of the grief of bereavement and the acknowledgement of the loving family unit. The dream incorporated the past, present and future with the stream. A running river symbolizes moving toward a goal. The water was clear and gentle. Water also depicts spirituality which enfolded us all; allowing the strong emotion and healing power of our love to work as one force and heal us all.
As for having Sam in the dream, I think it's because she is going through her own private trauma just now and she needs to know that she'll come through it with the help of family and friends.

Bits of my bike. Photos by Pixie.

For Pixie

For Pixie Moongazer,

I've been in my garden and I've been planting for our spirit family. I'll tell you what, my garden is going to be beautiful thanks to mum and dad, my miscarried child, your miscarried child and your beloved son; my grandchild. Then I thought, there were probably others. You thought so, so did I, so I did a bit more gardening in honour of all the babies we should have had. Then I thought, there are still more beautiful energies out there that haven't been recognized, that haven't been acknowledged by their families here on Earth. So we need to adopt them, too.

So now I'm scratching my head trying to think how I can include these spirits in my garden. The answer will come to me. But you may have to help.

So far, we have created a small wildlife garden, a sanctuary for small creatures. No lions or tigers here but it is a natural habitat for frogs, newts, birds, butterflies and bees. There are two small ponds, tree roots and stumps, rocks, shrubs, trees, fruits, herbs, grasses and many different types of ivy disguising fences and empty corners. There is a plaque of the Green Man overlooking his kingdom, and a silver birch adds a feminine touch. She is said to be a tree spirit encouraging wood nymphs into the garden.

Wind chimes add their different tones and charms when the wind plays her music. Wood, stone and colour enhance   the natural beauty of our small nature reserve. I have planted spring and summer flowering bulbs in honour of my parents, poppies, sweet peas and giant sunflowers for the children. There are irises in the pond, my favourite flower, to show respect to the goddess Iris; the keeper of the rainbow; our sacred place for our spirit children.

There is now a place for each of us to sit and marvel at Mother Nature's astounding accomplishments, and to, hopefully, find some peace.

The pagan way of life has begun to really influence how I feel. Maybe it's just that I have truly accepted the wonders and magick that wind their way through our distorted view of reality and save us from believing that this is all there is. Oh! There is so much more. It is there for us, our earthly children and our spirit family to use and enjoy. We must seek it out.

You have completed the worst year of your life, my sweet, beautiful daughter. Happiness lies ahead. Trust your instincts always. You will discover yourself, your spirituality, your healing and psychic powers. You will find a place of realization and joy and knowledge. 

I'm sending you all my maternal and spiritual love, just as you give to others. So mote it be. XXXXXXXXX

Six Go Biking

Yesterday, hubby and I took a rare day off work together. Our first this year so far. Our intention was to go on a bike ride with daughter and a friend, (both on L-plates). We had a route planned, lots of twisty roads, scenery and fun. However, friend cried off at the last minute so we went along to meet up with daughter for a good day out. Daughter had, meanwhile, been on the phone to mutual friends and six of us took to the beautiful Derbyshire countryside.
What a fabulous day we had. We got wet, blown around, cold, but nothing could dampen my spirits. Daughter is a minx on her little bike and led all the bigger bikes on a fair old trek over the hills and far away.
It was a delightful day with friends we don't normally ride with, much laughter and a much-needed blast to a bit of happiness.
Thank you Pixie, so very much. XXXX

Follow me, follow

I think I've lost a bit of weight,  

I really need some scales.

I got into a rare old state

As big as hump-backed whales.

I was a hippopotamus;

So large and fat and strong,

But then I realized the fuss

Was that my life was wrong.

So now I try and walk a bit

And drink the H2O,

I'm slowly getting much more fit

And shapely, don't you know!

My smile is broad and sunny

And my mind is sharper, too,

I'm a happy little bunny,

Not a hippo or a moo.

So when my clothes drop off me

And crumple on the ground,

I'll dance around in naked glee;

And be slim instead of round.

Day off coming up

We've been so busy over the past few days. We seem to have fed the whole of South Yorkshire as well as those that have ventured into it.
When we haven't been feeding people, we've been attending to some serious maintenance work, and it is looking wonderful. What a talented husband I have. My lion-hearted Scot has applied creativeness and natural ability with a touch of genius. We have new counters, shelves and inventive gadgets. The cafe is clean, bright and hygienic.....and now so easy to keep that way. I love the extra space!

Hubby and friend have gone off on a bike rally leaving me to hold the fort tomorrow. But we'll be riding out together on Bank Holiday Monday when we take a rare day off. Can't wait! 
I'll post some photos of the interior when it's all finished and ship-shape. These two photos are from our mods and rocker charity event in July 2011.

Mud, mud, glorious mud....

I have grown into a hippopotamus  over the last few years. That man of mine feeds me far too well. So, last night when I was lying in bed but couldn't sleep, I decided to do something positive to help reduce my weight.


Being comfortable and relaxed, it was easy to begin self hypnosis. I kept my body totally relaxed, breathed slowly and rhythmically and felt the life-giving energies tingling through my being. I concentrated on my breathing and sunk deeper into a trance.  What a happy, contented and powerful place to be.


I already had my reasons for wanting to lose weight, so now I had to confirm them, gently but firmly so that I had good intentions and incentives to succeed;

• One of the seven deadly sins is gluttony. When half the world is starving, it seems crass and immoral to eat more than is sufficient.
• My weight is affecting my breathing at night, so my health is suffering.
• I now have very few clothes to fit and I can't afford to buy more.
• I want to feel good about myself and have energy and new vitality.
• I have never enjoyed being a hippopotamus.

I repeated my reasons and my goal over and over until I felt ready to begin my venture. Then I drifted off to sleep.

I'm full of good intentions and doing well but I want to chart my progress and can't find my bathroom scales! They seem to have gone missing when we moved house. Very annoying. Anyway, I promise to keep you posted.

Friends

I have recently found true friendship at a time when it was desperately needed.
It's a crying shame that we sometimes wait until a crisis necessitates reaching out for comfort, reassurance and understanding, never really expecting to receive any solace or lessening of the heavy burden carried across a tormented, broken heart.
But, against all the odds, people were there for me. They managed to reach through the aching chasm to express their compassion and offer their wisdom and insight with sincerity.
"Thank you" doesn't seem enough. I want to repay this true friendship in any way I can; to let them know they helped save my life.

Changes

Last week, my sister phoned me to let me know she was worried about the amount of rubbish I was writing, that I was on a soapbox, was too angry but would never be able to change anything, so why not just stop my nonsense and go back to being the sister she misses.

She meant well, I love her, so I understand her concern.


My crime was to try to highlight some of the political and humanitarian outrages, injustices, tomfoolery, absurd and senseless idiocy that control our lives to an extreme and dangerous degree. I have tried to keep it relevant and have urged people to look and to think and to research for themselves.


Three things struck me as terribly sad. The first was that she asked me who on Earth I thought I was? The second was that she thought I had lost my faith. And the third, that she wanted me back "the way I used to be". When I put those three things together I realized she hadn't known me for a long, long time.


I have had tremendous faith throughout my life, although for a while I couldn't put a name to it....not that a name is ever necessary. I chose paganism, or the way of life chose me, opting for Nature's plentiful beauty and harvest, Her Yinyang complimentary opposites that interact through all existence, and careful use of extrasensory perception. I have always been these things; part of the Universe, part of Nature. 


And, for the record, I added my voice to the scandal of jailing Robert Green for his brave and heroic efforts in finding justice for Hollie Greig. Robert is to be set free on 17th May. So, we can make changes and we should always try to do what is right and be who we are.


Little sis, we need to talk. XXX
  

Flying High

There have been times in my life when I have retreated deep inside my petrified soul; turned to stone by ugly, outside influences, oppressed and seemingly defeated by this artificial world.

The park and the beautiful dog whose owner used him to lure me into undergrowth.....
The surgeon who nearly killed me.
Divorce.
Divorce. (You'd have thought I would have learnt the first time)!
Miscarriage...not just my own.
And the loss of beloved family.

There are so many other factors that added to the horror, such as being penniless and temporarily homeless for a short while. Being bullied in the workplace and suffering a public tribunal farce. Menopause...... quelle horreur! Sibling rivalry, (for rivalry read belligerent, prolonged warfare).


But although I have not forgotten, I have definitely learned to overcome and to get on with this fragile existence by doing the best I possibly can. I found out who I was when I was just a child. Those voyages to the depths of my soul, where I could hide and heal, were the beginnings of self enlightenment. Strangely, though, no-one else around me seemed able to access this psychic remedy.

 I would be about 10 years old when I taught myself to meditate. It was a necessary escape from a life that held no comfort; only problems and more problems to defeat. The relaxation techniques opened countless doorways to happiness, adventure, knowledge and strength. I could visit anywhere in the Universe, experience flying through galaxies, water or time, find answers to my problems, receive knowledge and understanding in a twinkling and fathom healing and the oneness of life.

My parents were astonished that I described my departed grandfather and our long conversation. I didn't know the gentleman when he was alive but I got to know him afterwards. I was three years old and I can still remember how he looked, what he was wearing, how he smelled and his loving demeanor. He reached out to me then and he still does to this day.

I have found my soul mate. It's taken most of my life to find him but I don't care about that, I am so overjoyed to have all his love, his complete understanding, his sense of adventure, of laughter and that unending quest, that enlightening search for the Truth. Together, we travel unknown paths and discover the natural powers of the Universe and life.

So, this is my opening blog. There are many experiences I want to share with  you and it should get easier from here.