I'm with anne marie, joe and Jasmine. Jasmine is looking through a magazine trying to find a job. She spots a job that appeals to her, its all about film. She has found a love for acting and theatre, and performance.
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I'm now with my family and a few friends. We are down a little cave, which is a dead end. We are sheltering here. Some enemy is trying to find us. He finds us, and we have to hide in the cave and fight him off, with weapons. His weapons are more effective than ours, he is throwing grenades into the cave. I keep throwing them back out, and james says that's not the right thing to do, but I say what else can we do?
He has machine guns, and is firing at us. Some of us get killed. There is a crack like a trench to our right, into the hillside, and we chuck the grenades that he is throwing at us down there.
Some of us escape from the enemy, because we have learnt how to fly a bit. It involves jumping into the air and flapping your arms as fast as you can. I am quite good at it, but not as good as Jude, she has been practicing it since she was a kid, and is now very experienced with it.
The challenge is to learn how to go in a straight line when flying, its very easy to go round in circles, but that doesn't get you very far.
Mike turner is curious about our flying experiments... We are now in a PE hall and we are demonstrating the flying techniques we have learnt. I need to teach Joe how to do some flying, because he really struggled to get away from the enemy.
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I'm ouside, I can see a dirt track in front of me, and I see St Maximillian on the track, he is helping the poor and sick people. He has a look of compassion in his eyes. He is not afraid of the enemy, and does not need to fly because he is not afraid.
Tuesday, 30 August 2011
Church and the kid from the riots
I'm with my family and we are getting ready to go to church. I haven't been for ages, so I get lots of stuff together to take with me, as I want to feel at home when I get there.
I take with me pictures to hang on the wall, a basket of toys and things, a large mirror to look at my self in, and a very large fiberglass spinning top on a stand, about the size of a basket ball, but bigger. It is all shiny and it is a magic object, but I don't know it yet.
When we get to church, we are late. As usual, we sit at the front, and in full view of every one sitting behind us, I get out all my things, and set them up around me, hanging the pictures on the wall next to the large mirror, and arranging all my toys and stuff around me on the bench. I plan on having a good time at church!
Mum is shocked at me, "why have you brought all this stuff, you never used to be like this, look at all the mess and distraction its causing".
I know what she means, all my stuff is distracting people from the alter at the front of the church. The magic fiberglass spinning top is the most distracting, so dad decides to put it on the corner of the alter so as to bring peoples attention back to the mass.
He places the spinning top in a special dish, and it starts to spin. At first its quite a gentle spin, but then it starts to get faster and faster, and as it does, it changes shape, circular to oval, and back again, in a watery like motion, and changing into many different colours, reds, purples, blues, pinks, yellows, like a marbling effect, with inks.
It is totally hypnotizing, and it has caught a few peoples attention. As it spins faster it starts to sway from side to side, moving around in its dish, and soon, I think it will fall out onto the alter or the floor.
It does fall out, and when it does, everyone is watching it. Dad jumps up to pick it up off the floor, and mum tells him to leave it, as him picking it up will be an even bigger distraction than the fact that it is now spinning around in the isle.
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I'm with james and we are walking through the streets of london. Down by the docks we meet a young kid who has just got out of prison. He was one of the kids from the recent riots. He is an abandoned kid.
He is bored, and to keep away the boredom he has been playing games down at the docks, with other kids, making games up around the waterside. There is this one game that is a slide down a slippery walkway into the water, yet at the bottom is a wooden board to stop you falling to deep into the water. Your feet hit the water, then stop on the board making a splash which hits you back in the face.
He tells me to give it a go, which I do, and it is quite fun, but I can see that this doesn't really do it for him. Now he tells us that he is an expert at breaking into buildings and understanding police behavior. He tells us to follow him round the back of some shops, which we do. The back door to one of the shops in unlocked, and he knocks. There is no one in the shop so he opens the door and walks in. He shows us round inside this shop, it is an antique shop with lots of unusual bits and bobs, and then he shows us how to hide from the police. He sets off the alarm system on purpose, and then shows us a hiding place hidden in the walls so that when the police turn up they cannot find us. This is what he really likes to do.
I take with me pictures to hang on the wall, a basket of toys and things, a large mirror to look at my self in, and a very large fiberglass spinning top on a stand, about the size of a basket ball, but bigger. It is all shiny and it is a magic object, but I don't know it yet.
When we get to church, we are late. As usual, we sit at the front, and in full view of every one sitting behind us, I get out all my things, and set them up around me, hanging the pictures on the wall next to the large mirror, and arranging all my toys and stuff around me on the bench. I plan on having a good time at church!
Mum is shocked at me, "why have you brought all this stuff, you never used to be like this, look at all the mess and distraction its causing".
I know what she means, all my stuff is distracting people from the alter at the front of the church. The magic fiberglass spinning top is the most distracting, so dad decides to put it on the corner of the alter so as to bring peoples attention back to the mass.
He places the spinning top in a special dish, and it starts to spin. At first its quite a gentle spin, but then it starts to get faster and faster, and as it does, it changes shape, circular to oval, and back again, in a watery like motion, and changing into many different colours, reds, purples, blues, pinks, yellows, like a marbling effect, with inks.
It is totally hypnotizing, and it has caught a few peoples attention. As it spins faster it starts to sway from side to side, moving around in its dish, and soon, I think it will fall out onto the alter or the floor.
It does fall out, and when it does, everyone is watching it. Dad jumps up to pick it up off the floor, and mum tells him to leave it, as him picking it up will be an even bigger distraction than the fact that it is now spinning around in the isle.
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I'm with james and we are walking through the streets of london. Down by the docks we meet a young kid who has just got out of prison. He was one of the kids from the recent riots. He is an abandoned kid.
He is bored, and to keep away the boredom he has been playing games down at the docks, with other kids, making games up around the waterside. There is this one game that is a slide down a slippery walkway into the water, yet at the bottom is a wooden board to stop you falling to deep into the water. Your feet hit the water, then stop on the board making a splash which hits you back in the face.
He tells me to give it a go, which I do, and it is quite fun, but I can see that this doesn't really do it for him. Now he tells us that he is an expert at breaking into buildings and understanding police behavior. He tells us to follow him round the back of some shops, which we do. The back door to one of the shops in unlocked, and he knocks. There is no one in the shop so he opens the door and walks in. He shows us round inside this shop, it is an antique shop with lots of unusual bits and bobs, and then he shows us how to hide from the police. He sets off the alarm system on purpose, and then shows us a hiding place hidden in the walls so that when the police turn up they cannot find us. This is what he really likes to do.
Saturday, 20 August 2011
Uma the Tiger
I'm with a friend or two, and I'm asking them about the Italian king and queen, "what are they up to?", I ask.
I am told that they are over in Japan, trying to rob and steal as much stuff as they can, and earn as much as they can, cashing in on the back of the floods and earth quakes that have recently affected Japan. There seems to be no mercy in what they are doing.
I'm now at Plants for a future, and I am with Anne-marie and Alys. We are watching a video, its all about Uma the tiger, a tiger that was, until recently, living at Plants for a future, and has since been away, somewhere tropical.
Uma is quite a unique tiger; orphaned at birth, she was brought up on only raw milk and steamed broccoli.
Once Uma tried to catch a golden eagle on site, but she didn't have the speed needed. Domestication had played its part, and what is more, is that Uma always insisted on wearing trainers on her paws; despite the fact that they slowed her down, she loved the tracks that they made in the sand.
We only just missed meeting Uma, and she will be back again at some point.
I am told that they are over in Japan, trying to rob and steal as much stuff as they can, and earn as much as they can, cashing in on the back of the floods and earth quakes that have recently affected Japan. There seems to be no mercy in what they are doing.
I'm now at Plants for a future, and I am with Anne-marie and Alys. We are watching a video, its all about Uma the tiger, a tiger that was, until recently, living at Plants for a future, and has since been away, somewhere tropical.
Uma is quite a unique tiger; orphaned at birth, she was brought up on only raw milk and steamed broccoli.
Once Uma tried to catch a golden eagle on site, but she didn't have the speed needed. Domestication had played its part, and what is more, is that Uma always insisted on wearing trainers on her paws; despite the fact that they slowed her down, she loved the tracks that they made in the sand.
We only just missed meeting Uma, and she will be back again at some point.
Shiro Dream
I'm with daniele, david and a few others from sheffield,
We are looking for shiro houses, as a number of new properties have come to our attention. And we are looking to land again.
We see a number of places that could be used, one in particular- it has a field next to it, loads of land but its really quite small, inside,
I know instinctively, that this place won't work, it is too isolated.
I am surprised at how many properties there are around the east and south of sheffield that have land surrounding them. People are forming a community based on the land out here, but it will take along time to join it all together. There is so much space, each house has at least a field each.
I drive down a long hill, there are houses dotted in fields , spread out, space between, colourful are the houses. I drive past a grave yard, right by the river, the river don. We drive back prince of wales rd. Saskia drives us, as its too dangerous for me to drive.
New wave
Me and my family have been visiting a church in Italy.
It was a very old catholic church that still kept up all the old songs and prayers in latin. There were very old sculptures and paintings in the building, and the caretaker, an old woman, was showing us round.
I wander off to see some bits of the church that are deep underground, and somehow or other, I get separated from my family and can't find them anywhere. I find the old woman and ask her.
"Language is an interesting thing, is it not?" She seems to be saying, in a irish accent,
We are stood at the doors of the church, which has these interesting holes in for looking out of.
"I have learnt all the languages from working in this place" she continues, "I can translate all the prayers, and I cannot help but cry in adoration for the mysteries".
She is clearly a very devote catholic, and has been working for the church all her life.
I ask her where my family have gone, and she tells me that they have got on a bus. This means they are heading back to the airport to get the plane. I must catch them up.
She shows me the bus to catch, which incidentally, has the same holes through it, as the doors of the church have, there is a significance to this she tells me, but I can't remember what that was.
I get on a bus to take me to the airport, but for some reason, it doesn't find its way there, and now I am lost in a big transport interchange system, and it seems there are loads of traffic jams, slowing everything up.
I ask around for help, and show an assistant my plane ticket. We look at the time,
"The plane leaves at 1130" he says,
"This gives me plenty of time" I say,
"Not really, it will take you quite a while to get there, leave at least an hour to get there, and then half an hour to get through the airport."
He's right, I need to get moving.
He points me in the direction of a lift which will take me to another level, and from there I can get the right bus.
I get on the lift. It is huge, big enough for cars to fit in. It takes me up, and now I am in another lift with lots of people.
There is a young lady talking to everyone on the lift, answering peoples questions.
The questions are all about sex, and the young lady is something of an authority on the subject. In fact she is an initiate in this new wave of sex culture that has begun in italy, which has its roots in eastern tantric practices, and seeks to liberate and refresh sex in the west from old cold traditional methods of sex.
A young guy asks about how to charm his girlfriend more, as there sex has become boring, and she says it becomes a lot like acting, pretending you don't really want it, and the importance of humor, to lighten the serious attitude some people take.
The lift stops, and instead of there being another bus, there is a cafe which we all walk into. Its one of these lastest sex cafes, where people exchange information on positions, sex practices, and also to meet new people. The young lady tells us to feel at ease, explore and have fun. I sit down at a table and slowly absorb my new surroundings. I have forgotten about my plane.
It was a very old catholic church that still kept up all the old songs and prayers in latin. There were very old sculptures and paintings in the building, and the caretaker, an old woman, was showing us round.
I wander off to see some bits of the church that are deep underground, and somehow or other, I get separated from my family and can't find them anywhere. I find the old woman and ask her.
"Language is an interesting thing, is it not?" She seems to be saying, in a irish accent,
We are stood at the doors of the church, which has these interesting holes in for looking out of.
"I have learnt all the languages from working in this place" she continues, "I can translate all the prayers, and I cannot help but cry in adoration for the mysteries".
She is clearly a very devote catholic, and has been working for the church all her life.
I ask her where my family have gone, and she tells me that they have got on a bus. This means they are heading back to the airport to get the plane. I must catch them up.
She shows me the bus to catch, which incidentally, has the same holes through it, as the doors of the church have, there is a significance to this she tells me, but I can't remember what that was.
I get on a bus to take me to the airport, but for some reason, it doesn't find its way there, and now I am lost in a big transport interchange system, and it seems there are loads of traffic jams, slowing everything up.
I ask around for help, and show an assistant my plane ticket. We look at the time,
"The plane leaves at 1130" he says,
"This gives me plenty of time" I say,
"Not really, it will take you quite a while to get there, leave at least an hour to get there, and then half an hour to get through the airport."
He's right, I need to get moving.
He points me in the direction of a lift which will take me to another level, and from there I can get the right bus.
I get on the lift. It is huge, big enough for cars to fit in. It takes me up, and now I am in another lift with lots of people.
There is a young lady talking to everyone on the lift, answering peoples questions.
The questions are all about sex, and the young lady is something of an authority on the subject. In fact she is an initiate in this new wave of sex culture that has begun in italy, which has its roots in eastern tantric practices, and seeks to liberate and refresh sex in the west from old cold traditional methods of sex.
A young guy asks about how to charm his girlfriend more, as there sex has become boring, and she says it becomes a lot like acting, pretending you don't really want it, and the importance of humor, to lighten the serious attitude some people take.
The lift stops, and instead of there being another bus, there is a cafe which we all walk into. Its one of these lastest sex cafes, where people exchange information on positions, sex practices, and also to meet new people. The young lady tells us to feel at ease, explore and have fun. I sit down at a table and slowly absorb my new surroundings. I have forgotten about my plane.
philosophy and escape
I'm having a conversation with Fred, Oli, Rosa, and Pete, and maybe a few others, and we are trying to make a decision on something....
It went a bit like this..
"If you look at the evidence then you will know what's going on outside of your imagining, and then you will know the right decision", someone says.
"but how much can we really know outside of our self?" I reply
"But that leads you into a whole philosophical discussion and that will take ages, we just need simple facts" Rosa says, and buries her head in the sofa because she doesn't have the energy or the desire for philosophy at this moment...
"Yes, is not all knowledge based on ones human experience, weather through personal exploration or scientific inquiry?" Fred speculates...
We philosophize about the experience of nature of reality way into the night....
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I'm heading back home. Brother Joe is driving, we are driving along Ecclesalle rd.
We stop off at Barkley Precinct, and Joe gets out to go buy something from Tescos.
I see there is a few cash machines by the wall of some shops there, so I think about getting out some money, but this would mean I would be leaving the car, and I don't have keys so I stay, what is more is that there are some dodgy looking people stood by the machines, and surrounding them covering the wall and the machines is loads of crappy tagging and vandalism; scrawls with pens, bits of chewing gum stuck onto the screens, broken glass... It looks totally horrible.
I wait for ages, then realise that I need to find Joe to tell him to get me something, so I leave the car, trusting it will be ok.
The police are everywhere now, and I get paranoid because I have a bit of weed in my pocket and they have dogs with them.
I start to walk away up eccy rd, and put my hand in my pocket and pull out the packet I thought was weed, but it turns out to be welsh onion bulbs for planting. I also now remember that I was meant to be looking after the car while Joe was shopping.
I start making my way back to the car park, but for some reason I can find my way there. Joe will be wondering where I am, I think to myself.
I have completely lost the car, and I start to panic. My energy levels are low, and I'm starting to get blurry vision, from the hunger in my belly.
I'm stumbling along the street now, exhausted, and totally lost. I can't see where I'm going, and I am really worried. Why do I feel like this?
I try to run, but my legs won't carry me. I decide that I need to trust the spirits to lead me home.
I now can see a bit more clearly, and I walk using all my remaining strength in the direction that the spirits tell me is home.
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It went a bit like this..
"If you look at the evidence then you will know what's going on outside of your imagining, and then you will know the right decision", someone says.
"but how much can we really know outside of our self?" I reply
"But that leads you into a whole philosophical discussion and that will take ages, we just need simple facts" Rosa says, and buries her head in the sofa because she doesn't have the energy or the desire for philosophy at this moment...
"Yes, is not all knowledge based on ones human experience, weather through personal exploration or scientific inquiry?" Fred speculates...
We philosophize about the experience of nature of reality way into the night....
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I'm heading back home. Brother Joe is driving, we are driving along Ecclesalle rd.
We stop off at Barkley Precinct, and Joe gets out to go buy something from Tescos.
I see there is a few cash machines by the wall of some shops there, so I think about getting out some money, but this would mean I would be leaving the car, and I don't have keys so I stay, what is more is that there are some dodgy looking people stood by the machines, and surrounding them covering the wall and the machines is loads of crappy tagging and vandalism; scrawls with pens, bits of chewing gum stuck onto the screens, broken glass... It looks totally horrible.
I wait for ages, then realise that I need to find Joe to tell him to get me something, so I leave the car, trusting it will be ok.
The police are everywhere now, and I get paranoid because I have a bit of weed in my pocket and they have dogs with them.
I start to walk away up eccy rd, and put my hand in my pocket and pull out the packet I thought was weed, but it turns out to be welsh onion bulbs for planting. I also now remember that I was meant to be looking after the car while Joe was shopping.
I start making my way back to the car park, but for some reason I can find my way there. Joe will be wondering where I am, I think to myself.
I have completely lost the car, and I start to panic. My energy levels are low, and I'm starting to get blurry vision, from the hunger in my belly.
I'm stumbling along the street now, exhausted, and totally lost. I can't see where I'm going, and I am really worried. Why do I feel like this?
I try to run, but my legs won't carry me. I decide that I need to trust the spirits to lead me home.
I now can see a bit more clearly, and I walk using all my remaining strength in the direction that the spirits tell me is home.
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Bill Clintons Garden
I'm with the clan. We have just finished a session, and I have forgotten every thing, and have lost my things.
I ask simon about the problem of trying to help people too much,
As some things can't be helped.
Simon says "its ok to say 'I want to help people'" Simon says.
We get told a story about about how Bill Clinton owns this huge bit of land somewhere, and how some people thought they would be helping the world by killing him, but the story suggests that, even if he were still the president it would not make the least difference, as its not really the leaders who make the decisions but the larger tyrants behind them. They would install someone stupider and keep doing exactly the same things. This is the real tyranny of our time.
Conor is now singing a song and ranting about the bullshit that comes out of american politics.
Noah has given me a plant, its a healing medicinal plant, its one i found the day before, and he calls it "bits".
I ask simon about the problem of trying to help people too much,
As some things can't be helped.
Simon says "its ok to say 'I want to help people'" Simon says.
We get told a story about about how Bill Clinton owns this huge bit of land somewhere, and how some people thought they would be helping the world by killing him, but the story suggests that, even if he were still the president it would not make the least difference, as its not really the leaders who make the decisions but the larger tyrants behind them. They would install someone stupider and keep doing exactly the same things. This is the real tyranny of our time.
Conor is now singing a song and ranting about the bullshit that comes out of american politics.
Noah has given me a plant, its a healing medicinal plant, its one i found the day before, and he calls it "bits".
The Vanishing Festival
I'm at a festival site, in a field somewhere in somerset, and all the crew members are getting the stage and the set ready for the big performance tomorrow night. Me and a whole bunch of us are preparing a special performance of a story of battles and freedom, fought and won. Kev the poet is playing Nelson Mandella, and the robe he has to wear is quite spectacular.
What is more, is that his costume doubles up as Nelson Mandella's wife, who, in this play, is an african queen and spirit medium.
Me, jude and mike are working on kev's costume meticulously, as we know it will blow people away. It is looking quite fantabulous. He is wearing an enormous egyptian style head dress of blue and gold, which we spent ages trying to get to stick; kev had to stand very still for a long time against a wall, which we pinned and glued the head dress to, so that it could stick. The rest of his robe was gold and red; the colours of a king. All in all kev looked nothing short of an egyptian god; a force not to be messed with.
Attached to the back of the costume we had to work on the costume of the wife; during the performance, kev would transform miraculously into Nelson's wife, so the costume had to be embedded into the main costume. Her costume was silver and blue, and was like a water goddess from atlantis.
We spend a long time over the costumes, as its hard to get them right; so much seems to go wrong, bits falling off and not sticking. Yet finally we seem to have done a good job. Me, jude and mike are all stood in front of Kev, admiring the work we have put in.
James and Radick have been working on the music, and have got it together, so we decide to do a little dress rehearsal, as the main performance is tomorrow.
During the rehearsal kev begins to embody the spirit of the parts he is playing. All of a sudden, he is no longer acting, but IS the parts he is playing.. As the music continues, the costume he's wearing becomes two characters, Nelson, AND his wife. She separates off and becomes her own automated self, while nelson continues to give speeches, and lessons. The characters have come magically alive.
This scares us a bit, as we didn't realise the power of what we were making. Will we ever get kev back? We hope so, but right now he is off in a merged state, not himself but two other characters simultaneously. He seems quite gone, lost, in a trance state, its almost worrying. Anyway, now the music dies down, and everything is back to normal, and people leave the stage in an ordered state, instruments, costumes, and tools of the play all in position, ready for the big performance tomorrow, starting in the morning and carrying on into the night. The dress rehearsal is over, and people are wrapped up in there sleeping bags dropping off to sleep.
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I wake the next morning, and immediately something feels wrong. In fact everything feels wrong. Its too quiet. Where has everyone gone?
I get up and go to the theater tent. No one is there, and what is more is that nothing is there. Everything has disappeared. There are no instruments, no costumes, no stage; just an empty tent.
I go outside and look about the field. All the tents have disappeared, other than this performance tent. There is simply nothing around other than the old shepherds hut, which had always been here before the activities of the festival began.
I go inside the shepherds hut to see what might be in there. I find mike, getting up out of bed. I tell him that something has happened over night. He gets up and I let him discover the situation for himself.
After a few minutes he comes back to the shepherds hut.
"My keyboard, all my music equipment, everything, gone." He continues, " I need to stop this happening in my life; every time I find myself in a situation of abundance and plenty, I should settle, and not ask for anythinf more. This is a recurring theme in my life, it has happened a number of times before. Just when I think I'm sorted, the fairies and spirits come and take it all away."
Jude now walks into the shepherds hut. She is amazed at what has happened. She empathizes with mike as she is aware of how much he has lost, she has lost a lot less in comparison. Much of the music equipment was mikes that he had bought through hard earned cash.
Jude talks to mike about what he means about the fairies and spirits.
"Its as if I'm inviting it in on some level", mike continues, "its like they know that this is just another lesson to learn; that one day, when we die, we have to let go of everything, so why not learn it now, today in this moment?"
"Jesus was a bit like that", jude comments, "and you were playing the Jesus role, so in a sense, you are inviting it in. Jesus has that heroic quality to him."
"Indeed, I just wish I could control a bit more when I want that quality to be invoked and when I don't. Right now I wish I had my stuff, but I guess on some level its all for the best. Well, at least we are still alive!"
I'm in awe of how he is coming to terms with such a big loss. I think that maybe this is all a dream, or a magic spell we are under, so I tell him and jude that I think this may be the case, and say that I will look around for signs of fairy magic.
I wander out of the shepherds hut, and look around. The field is empty, but I notice a little spray can in the middle of the field, so I go to pick it up. Just an old graffiti spray I think, but then I notice the words "SPRAY THE STONES" on it, so I take the can and spray a bit of leftover paint on each of the stones dotted around at the edge of the field.
Grey Horse now appears, walking through the gate of the field. "Horse, help us" I ask.
Grey Horse tells us to travel, so we hook the horse up to the old shepherds hut, and travel along the road.
The road winds and turns along country lanes, and we feel we will soon catch up with the fairies who took our stuff. After a little while, the road comes to a dead end, and leads into a field full of bulls. The path goes through the field, and out of the other corner. We must travel through, there is no other way round.
We begin moving cautiously towards the bulls, as they are blocking the path, and they get angry, and start walking towards us, as if to charge.
Horse gets scared, and I try to reassure her, and tell her it will be ok. Whatever happens, we must not run through fear, confidence is the key with bulls.
The bulls see we are not afraid, and so they themselves are stopped in there tracks, and make passage for us to travel through. We feel we are safely through the herd, but as we think this, one of the bulls makes charge at us as we are heading away from them, scaring Horse. She starts to gallop in fear towards the gate at the other end of the field, and now all the bulls are chasing us, moving as one organism.
We race in panic to get to the gate. The leading bull has now turned into a grizzly bear, and has huge fangs, and demon eyes, and is chasing at an alarming speed. We know that we can't escape. I tell jude and mike to keep Horse going, while I try to make a distraction.
I jump off the shepherds hut to the edge of the field where I can get a large stick from a close by tree. I find one, and shout to grizzly bear to come after me. This distracts him, and now he's coming after me. I attack him on the nose with the stick, hitting him as hard as I can. It slows him, but its barely a scratch. however, I see that this has caused just enough time to get us to the edge of the field, and I now run with all my life to catch them up. Its a lost cause, however, as they are moving much too fast for me.
Ahead of me, the shepherds hut wheels break, and Horse comes loose, and, now freed, she gallops off at a great speed into the distance. Mike and jude get out of the hut and start running into the woods close by. I see them and follow. The bear and bulls will struggle to follow us into here. I catch them up, and we stop for an instant to get our breath back. Now we really have nothing, and the bear is closing in. We must act fast or we will be caught.
I ask the spirits to help us, and in answer to this call, White Wolf and Brown Dog run up to meet us. Mike jumps on the back of Wolf, and jude on the back of Dog, and we travel on them faster than ever before. For some reason, I am able to keep up with them, I know not how.
We travel through woods and fields all the way to the sea, at st Ives. My brother Simon is by the harbour, listening to the song imagine by john lennon. Its good to be back.
What is more, is that his costume doubles up as Nelson Mandella's wife, who, in this play, is an african queen and spirit medium.
Me, jude and mike are working on kev's costume meticulously, as we know it will blow people away. It is looking quite fantabulous. He is wearing an enormous egyptian style head dress of blue and gold, which we spent ages trying to get to stick; kev had to stand very still for a long time against a wall, which we pinned and glued the head dress to, so that it could stick. The rest of his robe was gold and red; the colours of a king. All in all kev looked nothing short of an egyptian god; a force not to be messed with.
Attached to the back of the costume we had to work on the costume of the wife; during the performance, kev would transform miraculously into Nelson's wife, so the costume had to be embedded into the main costume. Her costume was silver and blue, and was like a water goddess from atlantis.
We spend a long time over the costumes, as its hard to get them right; so much seems to go wrong, bits falling off and not sticking. Yet finally we seem to have done a good job. Me, jude and mike are all stood in front of Kev, admiring the work we have put in.
James and Radick have been working on the music, and have got it together, so we decide to do a little dress rehearsal, as the main performance is tomorrow.
During the rehearsal kev begins to embody the spirit of the parts he is playing. All of a sudden, he is no longer acting, but IS the parts he is playing.. As the music continues, the costume he's wearing becomes two characters, Nelson, AND his wife. She separates off and becomes her own automated self, while nelson continues to give speeches, and lessons. The characters have come magically alive.
This scares us a bit, as we didn't realise the power of what we were making. Will we ever get kev back? We hope so, but right now he is off in a merged state, not himself but two other characters simultaneously. He seems quite gone, lost, in a trance state, its almost worrying. Anyway, now the music dies down, and everything is back to normal, and people leave the stage in an ordered state, instruments, costumes, and tools of the play all in position, ready for the big performance tomorrow, starting in the morning and carrying on into the night. The dress rehearsal is over, and people are wrapped up in there sleeping bags dropping off to sleep.
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I wake the next morning, and immediately something feels wrong. In fact everything feels wrong. Its too quiet. Where has everyone gone?
I get up and go to the theater tent. No one is there, and what is more is that nothing is there. Everything has disappeared. There are no instruments, no costumes, no stage; just an empty tent.
I go outside and look about the field. All the tents have disappeared, other than this performance tent. There is simply nothing around other than the old shepherds hut, which had always been here before the activities of the festival began.
I go inside the shepherds hut to see what might be in there. I find mike, getting up out of bed. I tell him that something has happened over night. He gets up and I let him discover the situation for himself.
After a few minutes he comes back to the shepherds hut.
"My keyboard, all my music equipment, everything, gone." He continues, " I need to stop this happening in my life; every time I find myself in a situation of abundance and plenty, I should settle, and not ask for anythinf more. This is a recurring theme in my life, it has happened a number of times before. Just when I think I'm sorted, the fairies and spirits come and take it all away."
Jude now walks into the shepherds hut. She is amazed at what has happened. She empathizes with mike as she is aware of how much he has lost, she has lost a lot less in comparison. Much of the music equipment was mikes that he had bought through hard earned cash.
Jude talks to mike about what he means about the fairies and spirits.
"Its as if I'm inviting it in on some level", mike continues, "its like they know that this is just another lesson to learn; that one day, when we die, we have to let go of everything, so why not learn it now, today in this moment?"
"Jesus was a bit like that", jude comments, "and you were playing the Jesus role, so in a sense, you are inviting it in. Jesus has that heroic quality to him."
"Indeed, I just wish I could control a bit more when I want that quality to be invoked and when I don't. Right now I wish I had my stuff, but I guess on some level its all for the best. Well, at least we are still alive!"
I'm in awe of how he is coming to terms with such a big loss. I think that maybe this is all a dream, or a magic spell we are under, so I tell him and jude that I think this may be the case, and say that I will look around for signs of fairy magic.
I wander out of the shepherds hut, and look around. The field is empty, but I notice a little spray can in the middle of the field, so I go to pick it up. Just an old graffiti spray I think, but then I notice the words "SPRAY THE STONES" on it, so I take the can and spray a bit of leftover paint on each of the stones dotted around at the edge of the field.
Grey Horse now appears, walking through the gate of the field. "Horse, help us" I ask.
Grey Horse tells us to travel, so we hook the horse up to the old shepherds hut, and travel along the road.
The road winds and turns along country lanes, and we feel we will soon catch up with the fairies who took our stuff. After a little while, the road comes to a dead end, and leads into a field full of bulls. The path goes through the field, and out of the other corner. We must travel through, there is no other way round.
We begin moving cautiously towards the bulls, as they are blocking the path, and they get angry, and start walking towards us, as if to charge.
Horse gets scared, and I try to reassure her, and tell her it will be ok. Whatever happens, we must not run through fear, confidence is the key with bulls.
The bulls see we are not afraid, and so they themselves are stopped in there tracks, and make passage for us to travel through. We feel we are safely through the herd, but as we think this, one of the bulls makes charge at us as we are heading away from them, scaring Horse. She starts to gallop in fear towards the gate at the other end of the field, and now all the bulls are chasing us, moving as one organism.
We race in panic to get to the gate. The leading bull has now turned into a grizzly bear, and has huge fangs, and demon eyes, and is chasing at an alarming speed. We know that we can't escape. I tell jude and mike to keep Horse going, while I try to make a distraction.
I jump off the shepherds hut to the edge of the field where I can get a large stick from a close by tree. I find one, and shout to grizzly bear to come after me. This distracts him, and now he's coming after me. I attack him on the nose with the stick, hitting him as hard as I can. It slows him, but its barely a scratch. however, I see that this has caused just enough time to get us to the edge of the field, and I now run with all my life to catch them up. Its a lost cause, however, as they are moving much too fast for me.
Ahead of me, the shepherds hut wheels break, and Horse comes loose, and, now freed, she gallops off at a great speed into the distance. Mike and jude get out of the hut and start running into the woods close by. I see them and follow. The bear and bulls will struggle to follow us into here. I catch them up, and we stop for an instant to get our breath back. Now we really have nothing, and the bear is closing in. We must act fast or we will be caught.
I ask the spirits to help us, and in answer to this call, White Wolf and Brown Dog run up to meet us. Mike jumps on the back of Wolf, and jude on the back of Dog, and we travel on them faster than ever before. For some reason, I am able to keep up with them, I know not how.
We travel through woods and fields all the way to the sea, at st Ives. My brother Simon is by the harbour, listening to the song imagine by john lennon. Its good to be back.
Thursday, 11 August 2011
The Magick of Dreaming
Bendle the Herbalist has sent me an email saying he has found me a job, I glance over it, and think it says the job is in Oxford,
And then he sends me a note saying that he has found me a job, and I notice that its not in oxford but in Overy.
Its for 20£ an hour, and it work with medicines and plants, working alongside herbalists teaching how to find them in the wild and dry them.
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I did some research as to weather the place Overy exists - it does - see here -
View dream map in a larger map
Even more amazing, = my Auntie Joe came this morning to say that she has some friends called Julie and John, who live in Overy, and that they have a big house with a big garden and are very rich! My auntie knew them from when she was living in brussels. i am going to go and visit them, as, "coincidentally", my parents said they would drop me off at oxford train station in just over a week. Magick!
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Continuation of the story - not a dream (i hope!)
So, I went to Overy, cycling from oxford. When i got there, I found John and Julies house, and i chatted to John about the dream, explaining why i had come to visit. He probably thought i was mad! He told me he knew nothing of herbalism in the area, but did tell me about the old farm, which had been around for as long as the abbey - dorchester on thames abbey, which is right next door practically to Overy. This was a pilgrimage site i find out! I asked every one living in overy (all 6 houses) if anyone knew anything about herbalism, but it turned out to be a dead end. There was a flood plain behind the houses that i walked around, it was a wild life conservation area, and i found some interesting wild plants, but no herbalists, and no money! The last person told me this info - : habitational name from a place named with the Old English phrase ofer ie ‘over, across the river’, as for example Overy in Oxfordshire. In some cases the name may be topographic, with the same meaning, or with Old English eg ‘dry ground in a marsh’, ‘well-watered land’ as the second element.
So, A bit of the puzzle was found. a week later, i head off to a festival on a spontaneous whim, as my herbalist Robyn tells me she has free tickets for people doing herbs and such like. I go to do wild food walks. It was a beautiful setting, a dry spot by the lake. On one walk which lasted an hour, I made £19. Bendle was there. I tell him the story.
And then he sends me a note saying that he has found me a job, and I notice that its not in oxford but in Overy.
Its for 20£ an hour, and it work with medicines and plants, working alongside herbalists teaching how to find them in the wild and dry them.
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I did some research as to weather the place Overy exists - it does - see here -
View dream map in a larger map
Even more amazing, = my Auntie Joe came this morning to say that she has some friends called Julie and John, who live in Overy, and that they have a big house with a big garden and are very rich! My auntie knew them from when she was living in brussels. i am going to go and visit them, as, "coincidentally", my parents said they would drop me off at oxford train station in just over a week. Magick!
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Continuation of the story - not a dream (i hope!)
So, I went to Overy, cycling from oxford. When i got there, I found John and Julies house, and i chatted to John about the dream, explaining why i had come to visit. He probably thought i was mad! He told me he knew nothing of herbalism in the area, but did tell me about the old farm, which had been around for as long as the abbey - dorchester on thames abbey, which is right next door practically to Overy. This was a pilgrimage site i find out! I asked every one living in overy (all 6 houses) if anyone knew anything about herbalism, but it turned out to be a dead end. There was a flood plain behind the houses that i walked around, it was a wild life conservation area, and i found some interesting wild plants, but no herbalists, and no money! The last person told me this info - : habitational name from a place named with the Old English phrase ofer ie ‘over, across the river’, as for example Overy in Oxfordshire. In some cases the name may be topographic, with the same meaning, or with Old English eg ‘dry ground in a marsh’, ‘well-watered land’ as the second element.
So, A bit of the puzzle was found. a week later, i head off to a festival on a spontaneous whim, as my herbalist Robyn tells me she has free tickets for people doing herbs and such like. I go to do wild food walks. It was a beautiful setting, a dry spot by the lake. On one walk which lasted an hour, I made £19. Bendle was there. I tell him the story.
Wednesday, 10 August 2011
Neuroglia
NOTE - - Neuroglia is greek for glue
In medicine Neuroglia
Refers to the supporting tissues of the brain.
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the dream
Christopher mason is playing me his latest tune on fruity loops. Its a dance electronic sounding tune, and I'm really quite impressed. He is pleased with it, and shows me the different tracks that make up the tune.
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Me and Adam are heading to a pub in Broomhill in Sheffield. We need to pick up this hard drive that's been hidden under the table just at the entrance to the pub. When we get there, i find it in a plastic bag under a mans chair. He didn't realize it was there and gets a bit annoyed because he wished he had found it first.
Nigel appears in the pub, and me and Adam sit down with him at a little circular table in the middle of the pub. A football match is being played on the telly, and there are these three roasted chickens arranged in a triangle on a circular dish on
the circular table in front of us. The whole thing looks horrible so I try not to look at it. I can't believe this is food, and I am beginning to feel a bit uncomfortable in here.
Adam makes a joke out loud about the french, as a means to get
on friendly terms with the other people in the pub. I don't get the
joke so I ask him what the joke was all for. It turns out that Sheffield Wednesday are loosing a football match against the french football team.
I burst out laughing, because now i realize why everyone is looking so serious in the pub, they are all Wednesday supporters, and then i realise that I better keep my mouth shut, because some people in the pub could likely get very offended, and i could get beaten up or something..
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I'm on my way to visit James clegg. He has moved house, he's now living in a shared terraced house, which has been joined with a few other terraced houses by knocking through the walls Adjoined to the terraced houses is a huge meditation hall, and
suddenly I am reminded that I have been here before...
Its so exciting to see james again. He is looking well.
"What an amazing hall this is" I exclaim,
He grins, and nods,.
I remember how I know it, my parents used to use the space for church
gatherings of some sort.
There are a group of friends sat round a table, and richard clare is
giving us some gardening wisdom, and tip toeing around, with the lightest step, in a devil like dance fashion!
Richard says, "support is the vehicle for neurolagia"
I ask a friend to note it down, as i know this to be an important bit of information.
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Adam and me are now eating breakfast together. We are eating a boring porridge or something similar. A Chef walks in and has a huge fish on a silver plate. He asks us if we would like to try some fish for breakfast.
It seems a bit of a weird thing to have for breakfast, but Adam says yes, and I am keen to try a bit.
On trying the fish, i find it has no flavour; a sure sign of farmed fish.
Conor is here and he asks, 'damaging to environment, on scale of one to ten, ?"
The chef holding the huge fish says, " well to be honest its probably about 12.
In medicine Neuroglia
Refers to the supporting tissues of the brain.
===
the dream
Christopher mason is playing me his latest tune on fruity loops. Its a dance electronic sounding tune, and I'm really quite impressed. He is pleased with it, and shows me the different tracks that make up the tune.
---
Me and Adam are heading to a pub in Broomhill in Sheffield. We need to pick up this hard drive that's been hidden under the table just at the entrance to the pub. When we get there, i find it in a plastic bag under a mans chair. He didn't realize it was there and gets a bit annoyed because he wished he had found it first.
Nigel appears in the pub, and me and Adam sit down with him at a little circular table in the middle of the pub. A football match is being played on the telly, and there are these three roasted chickens arranged in a triangle on a circular dish on
the circular table in front of us. The whole thing looks horrible so I try not to look at it. I can't believe this is food, and I am beginning to feel a bit uncomfortable in here.
Adam makes a joke out loud about the french, as a means to get
on friendly terms with the other people in the pub. I don't get the
joke so I ask him what the joke was all for. It turns out that Sheffield Wednesday are loosing a football match against the french football team.
I burst out laughing, because now i realize why everyone is looking so serious in the pub, they are all Wednesday supporters, and then i realise that I better keep my mouth shut, because some people in the pub could likely get very offended, and i could get beaten up or something..
---
I'm on my way to visit James clegg. He has moved house, he's now living in a shared terraced house, which has been joined with a few other terraced houses by knocking through the walls Adjoined to the terraced houses is a huge meditation hall, and
suddenly I am reminded that I have been here before...
Its so exciting to see james again. He is looking well.
"What an amazing hall this is" I exclaim,
He grins, and nods,.
I remember how I know it, my parents used to use the space for church
gatherings of some sort.
There are a group of friends sat round a table, and richard clare is
giving us some gardening wisdom, and tip toeing around, with the lightest step, in a devil like dance fashion!
Richard says, "support is the vehicle for neurolagia"
I ask a friend to note it down, as i know this to be an important bit of information.
---
Adam and me are now eating breakfast together. We are eating a boring porridge or something similar. A Chef walks in and has a huge fish on a silver plate. He asks us if we would like to try some fish for breakfast.
It seems a bit of a weird thing to have for breakfast, but Adam says yes, and I am keen to try a bit.
On trying the fish, i find it has no flavour; a sure sign of farmed fish.
Conor is here and he asks, 'damaging to environment, on scale of one to ten, ?"
The chef holding the huge fish says, " well to be honest its probably about 12.
Saturday, 6 August 2011
A Holiday in Brighton
I'm meeting Tim out on the allotments. It is a sad sight. All the allotment are becoming a desert. Everything is windswept and barren. There are no hedges, no plants, just dry red bare earth with a few tufty bits of grass. There are no people. All the allotments are lifeless. Tim is working there in the baking heat. Things look dead. Everything.
There is an air of hopelessness, like 'why bother?' I see the squash plants dry and shrivelled up. It is very sad. Tim sees my sadness, and says, "let's go on a journey".
We travel by bike, and then car, Tim is driving really fast. We are by the coast in no time. It is a scary, thrilling ride... I have a feeling we are going to drive into the water, my heart is in my mouth.
It feels a familiar journey somehow. I recognise the road.
And we drive into brighton, and I have I feeling I know where we are going, but the road just goes round in a big loop.. It doesn't arrive anywhere... Up and round, and curving down tightly, now backwards, parallel to where we're have just come...
Then we get on a train. We are in Brighton, our destination. We can see the sea and the weather is fine. We are both happy. The train drives through the centre of the town, and it is like a tourist trip. I see the pavilion, and churches, the pier, and then amazing mosques. I see amazing lit up palaces and bright lights and amazing structural architecture. I jokingly say "I want one of those in my back garden, and one of those, and those.."
Pointing to all the grand buildings. Some people are on the train who are young, very rich and very stuck up. They are the prince and princess of some sultan in the far east. They are talking like commoners, saying "well, I visited my palace in Bengal, and got a new wing built on it, and wanted a new hall built on my palace in Malaysia, so spent a few hundred million on that, but they did it bad, so I don't go there anymore.. " It was ridiculous hearing them talk... They obviously had far to much money to know what to do with it. I was very surprised to see them in this train in brighton...
The train drives right through one of there palaces, and it is really dangerous, as its in a big hall, and people are jumping across the track just in front of the train. We stop at the last second, just as someone arrives to get on the train.
There is an air of hopelessness, like 'why bother?' I see the squash plants dry and shrivelled up. It is very sad. Tim sees my sadness, and says, "let's go on a journey".
We travel by bike, and then car, Tim is driving really fast. We are by the coast in no time. It is a scary, thrilling ride... I have a feeling we are going to drive into the water, my heart is in my mouth.
It feels a familiar journey somehow. I recognise the road.
And we drive into brighton, and I have I feeling I know where we are going, but the road just goes round in a big loop.. It doesn't arrive anywhere... Up and round, and curving down tightly, now backwards, parallel to where we're have just come...
Then we get on a train. We are in Brighton, our destination. We can see the sea and the weather is fine. We are both happy. The train drives through the centre of the town, and it is like a tourist trip. I see the pavilion, and churches, the pier, and then amazing mosques. I see amazing lit up palaces and bright lights and amazing structural architecture. I jokingly say "I want one of those in my back garden, and one of those, and those.."
Pointing to all the grand buildings. Some people are on the train who are young, very rich and very stuck up. They are the prince and princess of some sultan in the far east. They are talking like commoners, saying "well, I visited my palace in Bengal, and got a new wing built on it, and wanted a new hall built on my palace in Malaysia, so spent a few hundred million on that, but they did it bad, so I don't go there anymore.. " It was ridiculous hearing them talk... They obviously had far to much money to know what to do with it. I was very surprised to see them in this train in brighton...
The train drives right through one of there palaces, and it is really dangerous, as its in a big hall, and people are jumping across the track just in front of the train. We stop at the last second, just as someone arrives to get on the train.
Next Generation Rebels
I have to get out of this place; to run away,
Escape the reality of this life.
I follow a spontaneous movement to leave.
I don't have a plan, I will formulate one as I go. I need to make quick changes, or ill get stuck,
I'm at the train station, traveling through the ticket machines. I decide to head to france.
After buying a ticket, I realize I don't have any money. I also don't have a passport, but this doesn't cross my mind.
I have difficulty with ticket places. I haven't thought about the other end, where I will stay, where I will sleep. I worry that I will get cold, and ill, because I will be forced to sleep outside. I think I am crazy, doing this, but I know I really can't stay hear.
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I am on the train now. I being searched for by the security. I have cheated the system somehow, and they want to arrest me. I have to make some quick changes at a station ahead, and once I am on the train to france, they won't be able to follow me. I get off the train when it stops, out onto the platform. I'm waiting with a bunch of other people, in anticipation for the next train, eyes alert for signs of security guards.
While buying a ticket with the little money I do have I find money in machine, in the change area. It is lots! Lots more than I imagine one might find left in a machine. Notes and a load of gold coins. Some of the gold coins are broken. I count it: about 120 pounds or so! What a stroke of luck! This should see me through. I can pay for a bed and breakfast with this.
The next train pulls in. I get on, everything is much smoother than I imagine it will be. The train becomes a mono rail, and then an overhead wire carriage that leads us over the sea. I feel safer now...
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Adam is having party.
There are lots of people, and I tell them the story of the journey: finding money in the machine, and show them the money, what's left of what I didn't spend.
My family is there, mum and dad, brothers and sister. We are eating a feast together. Lots of family friends are around. We are chatting and telling stories.
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I am on the school bus from notre dame, sat on the top of the bus looking out at the view of the city as we drive along the road.
I am seeing the younger generation rebels, sorting out weed on bus. I see there spirit, and am hopeful, as they are an intelligent and friendly bunch, similar to me and my friends when we were their age.
Everyone is cautious of the bus inspector.
He is inspecting every ones behavior, looking for the tell tale signs of drug culture. He has been employed to keep his eye open for suspicious behavior.
I have to hide my pouch of weed and tobacco from him when he comes round.
He tells us all that he doesn't really like this as his job, but he is doing it only because there is no other option for him. He knows that he will be made redundant soon.
Tells us of the current job situation, how nothing is certain nowadays. We feel sorry for him, and realize that he is really on our side.
As we are driving along we see a building on fire down in town. It is a flat, (towerblock)
Down near ecclesalle rd where it meets the ring road.
The inspector tell us that it is a business building, (not residential) and that it was surely going to happen soon.
We can see the flames coming out of the roof from miles off. I wonder weather the fire services will be able to rescue any of the building or weather it will be completely burnt to the ground.
Escape the reality of this life.
I follow a spontaneous movement to leave.
I don't have a plan, I will formulate one as I go. I need to make quick changes, or ill get stuck,
I'm at the train station, traveling through the ticket machines. I decide to head to france.
After buying a ticket, I realize I don't have any money. I also don't have a passport, but this doesn't cross my mind.
I have difficulty with ticket places. I haven't thought about the other end, where I will stay, where I will sleep. I worry that I will get cold, and ill, because I will be forced to sleep outside. I think I am crazy, doing this, but I know I really can't stay hear.
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I am on the train now. I being searched for by the security. I have cheated the system somehow, and they want to arrest me. I have to make some quick changes at a station ahead, and once I am on the train to france, they won't be able to follow me. I get off the train when it stops, out onto the platform. I'm waiting with a bunch of other people, in anticipation for the next train, eyes alert for signs of security guards.
While buying a ticket with the little money I do have I find money in machine, in the change area. It is lots! Lots more than I imagine one might find left in a machine. Notes and a load of gold coins. Some of the gold coins are broken. I count it: about 120 pounds or so! What a stroke of luck! This should see me through. I can pay for a bed and breakfast with this.
The next train pulls in. I get on, everything is much smoother than I imagine it will be. The train becomes a mono rail, and then an overhead wire carriage that leads us over the sea. I feel safer now...
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Adam is having party.
There are lots of people, and I tell them the story of the journey: finding money in the machine, and show them the money, what's left of what I didn't spend.
My family is there, mum and dad, brothers and sister. We are eating a feast together. Lots of family friends are around. We are chatting and telling stories.
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I am on the school bus from notre dame, sat on the top of the bus looking out at the view of the city as we drive along the road.
I am seeing the younger generation rebels, sorting out weed on bus. I see there spirit, and am hopeful, as they are an intelligent and friendly bunch, similar to me and my friends when we were their age.
Everyone is cautious of the bus inspector.
He is inspecting every ones behavior, looking for the tell tale signs of drug culture. He has been employed to keep his eye open for suspicious behavior.
I have to hide my pouch of weed and tobacco from him when he comes round.
He tells us all that he doesn't really like this as his job, but he is doing it only because there is no other option for him. He knows that he will be made redundant soon.
Tells us of the current job situation, how nothing is certain nowadays. We feel sorry for him, and realize that he is really on our side.
As we are driving along we see a building on fire down in town. It is a flat, (towerblock)
Down near ecclesalle rd where it meets the ring road.
The inspector tell us that it is a business building, (not residential) and that it was surely going to happen soon.
We can see the flames coming out of the roof from miles off. I wonder weather the fire services will be able to rescue any of the building or weather it will be completely burnt to the ground.
Salvadories house
Eating cerial
Joe sal a picture appears with his mum n dad on and starts talking to him
Giant pumkins outside
Lift off the ground
Like a burial mound
The tunnels in the house
A church gathering
Deeper level of exchange happening because of a shared focus - religion,
Meet catherine
Meet ruth - new roots
She has grown stronger, still appreciate our friendship
At festival
Mike stanton
N kev. Going to play on main stage
Technical difficulties
Eating cerial
Joe sal a picture appears with his mum n dad on and starts talking to him
Giant pumkins outside
Lift off the ground
Like a burial mound
The tunnels in the house
A church gathering
Deeper level of exchange happening because of a shared focus - religion,
Meet catherine
Meet ruth - new roots
She has grown stronger, still appreciate our friendship
At festival
Mike stanton
N kev. Going to play on main stage
Technical difficulties
Avalanche
Avalanche
I am out on a walk with my family. We are near wellow. We pass an old quarry, which has become abandoned.
I look at the stone lying around, checking to see if there are any bits to pick up, and ask dad if they are worth keeping.
The quarry sides get very steep, and now its become a hillside.
I notice one or two boulders are a bit loose. I go over to them, to look at them, and just by touching one of them it comes loose, and begins to roll down the hill, gathering momentum.
The force and vibration it causes on the earth makes more boulders start to role, and soon there are a dozen or more large boulders moving with real speed down the hill.
There are people out on walks, and picnics, and I am worried that they could be injured, or worse, killed by these boulders, that were sparked by me. My dad says it is likely that someone will get hurt, and the consequences are just too big! I yell down the hill telling people to watch out, but the low rumbling noise is plenty a warning to those below, drowning out my calling.
I see people running in all directions to escape the falling boulders, and I hear shouts and screams. I say a prayer to god to look after everyone, and that no-one get hurt. There is nothing more I can do.
My dad knows this, and so he is not angry with me, because in a way it was just an accident waiting to happen.
We wander on, and the walk becomes an adventure playground.
Now I'm going to the highcliffe pub, its an important gathering of sheffield friends.
We have all got drinks, and John is here. He looks very sad and mournful, and I soon realize the reason why. One of my friends sitting next to me tells me that his mother had committed suicide only a week or so ago. He is still very much in grieving, trying to come to terms with the tragic event. Apparently she was terribly stressed by so many things. John has been blaming part of her actions on himself, which naturally is causing him a huge amount of regret.
Me and my friends do our best to support him, but we can see that it will be a while before he becomes his usual self again, if at all.
It gets to closing time, and we are all asked to leave. I find I have left loads of my stuff lying around, and it takes me a while to gather it all together.
And now I'm out on the street again, and back in the playground.
Dad and joe and simon are chasing me round an assault course,
"You just need to find out what you're really meant to be doing", dad says, "then everything will be fine"
"You need to set up an abundance project in Bulgaria. I will give you my prayers and blessings to ensure that it will work" he says.
I then watch him speak out his prayers and his blessings while holding out his hand in a position that calls to the spirits and to spirit.
I feel a sense of confidence and certainty rise up in me.
Now I see jude, she is painting a picture, in the style of Pissaro, of people sitting along a river bank, its the river avon, and we are sitting together. Its a beautiful sunny day.
Jude is unhappy with her picture. At first she gets angry, then she gets sad. I suggest going for a swim in the river, so we do, and we find these motor powered surf boards. I suggest that we head down stream on an adventure until we find the sea. Jude and another friend who has joined us are up for it. We motor surf down until the motors break, and now we have found a barge and we are on the canal. We reach a lock, and we notice that they have all become automatic, and solar powered, so we don't need to do anything, we just wait. The gates are opening, and we are heading through. But suddenly there is a technical failure, and we think the barge is going to get flooded by a falling wall of water.
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I am now with anne marie. We are up a tower block, and looking out of the windows over sheffield. The windows are tainted blue coloured, and the view matched a view in a picture that she had painted, or it might have been a photograph that she had taken. It was a very similar image. She was having difficulty with something, I think it was that the view was not right somehow, but the colour was right..
I am out on a walk with my family. We are near wellow. We pass an old quarry, which has become abandoned.
I look at the stone lying around, checking to see if there are any bits to pick up, and ask dad if they are worth keeping.
The quarry sides get very steep, and now its become a hillside.
I notice one or two boulders are a bit loose. I go over to them, to look at them, and just by touching one of them it comes loose, and begins to roll down the hill, gathering momentum.
The force and vibration it causes on the earth makes more boulders start to role, and soon there are a dozen or more large boulders moving with real speed down the hill.
There are people out on walks, and picnics, and I am worried that they could be injured, or worse, killed by these boulders, that were sparked by me. My dad says it is likely that someone will get hurt, and the consequences are just too big! I yell down the hill telling people to watch out, but the low rumbling noise is plenty a warning to those below, drowning out my calling.
I see people running in all directions to escape the falling boulders, and I hear shouts and screams. I say a prayer to god to look after everyone, and that no-one get hurt. There is nothing more I can do.
My dad knows this, and so he is not angry with me, because in a way it was just an accident waiting to happen.
We wander on, and the walk becomes an adventure playground.
Now I'm going to the highcliffe pub, its an important gathering of sheffield friends.
We have all got drinks, and John is here. He looks very sad and mournful, and I soon realize the reason why. One of my friends sitting next to me tells me that his mother had committed suicide only a week or so ago. He is still very much in grieving, trying to come to terms with the tragic event. Apparently she was terribly stressed by so many things. John has been blaming part of her actions on himself, which naturally is causing him a huge amount of regret.
Me and my friends do our best to support him, but we can see that it will be a while before he becomes his usual self again, if at all.
It gets to closing time, and we are all asked to leave. I find I have left loads of my stuff lying around, and it takes me a while to gather it all together.
And now I'm out on the street again, and back in the playground.
Dad and joe and simon are chasing me round an assault course,
"You just need to find out what you're really meant to be doing", dad says, "then everything will be fine"
"You need to set up an abundance project in Bulgaria. I will give you my prayers and blessings to ensure that it will work" he says.
I then watch him speak out his prayers and his blessings while holding out his hand in a position that calls to the spirits and to spirit.
I feel a sense of confidence and certainty rise up in me.
Now I see jude, she is painting a picture, in the style of Pissaro, of people sitting along a river bank, its the river avon, and we are sitting together. Its a beautiful sunny day.
Jude is unhappy with her picture. At first she gets angry, then she gets sad. I suggest going for a swim in the river, so we do, and we find these motor powered surf boards. I suggest that we head down stream on an adventure until we find the sea. Jude and another friend who has joined us are up for it. We motor surf down until the motors break, and now we have found a barge and we are on the canal. We reach a lock, and we notice that they have all become automatic, and solar powered, so we don't need to do anything, we just wait. The gates are opening, and we are heading through. But suddenly there is a technical failure, and we think the barge is going to get flooded by a falling wall of water.
-
I am now with anne marie. We are up a tower block, and looking out of the windows over sheffield. The windows are tainted blue coloured, and the view matched a view in a picture that she had painted, or it might have been a photograph that she had taken. It was a very similar image. She was having difficulty with something, I think it was that the view was not right somehow, but the colour was right..
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