Seed up on the wind

My life is like a Seed up on the wind....
















I am in my shed.

I become aware that I am dreaming.

I think to myself "I am journeying".

Typically one journeys to a place and then goes on from there,

but sometimes one journeys directly from where they are into a spiritual dimension.

I go through a hole in the shed wall.

The Pilgrims

 I am with the Clan.

We are on a ferry heading back to england from france.

Two new people have joined the clan, and they have there pilgrimage stories to tell...

One of them is a black chap who looks like KRS one, or a rapper. He is very friendly. He tells of how his pilgrimage was very simple. It gave him the message that his life purpose was to be in service to others.
This didn't mean being their slave or working under an oppressive authority, but it meant helping people to become more fully themselves. To be in service to love others.

The other new person was a boy, who was in his teenage yrs. He had been traveling far, and now he was dedicating his life to spiritual practice. He had a very deep connection to the spirit world, and simon could see it.

Nature is an Art for the Animals

"This meta programing has deep imprinting..."


I'm with a bunch of guys, old friends, and one of them is comparing
his penis size with the others. He wants to know who's is the biggest
when erect. I know I don't need to get involved because I know that
mine will be the biggest. Still, I am intrigued as to how they are
going about measuring, from what point to what point...


I'm in church. Its one I don't go in very often, and a special
ceremony mass is going on. Yet it seems like the adults who are
conducting this ceremony don't really know what they are doing.

I am in the back room, behind the altar, lying down on a bench getting
some rest. A few others of the congregation are in here with me, and I
think that they must think I'm being disrespectful by lying down.

Now, as the ceremony required is largely misunderstood, young people
are taking over how this ceremony is being conducted, because they
have the knowledge and the confidence to do the necessary work.

A young girl with damaged skin sits down next to me, I have to sit up to
make room for her to sit down. We look out at the ongoing ceremony,
and people in the church are expecting me to do something. I call in
my healing spirits to be with me...

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I am now in Meersbrook. Moggy and rich have taken over the garage
opposite Moggy's house, and are moving old rundown cars around, to do
them up for friends and people.


I am trying to move house. I have suggested to my parents that they
sell up there place and get a smaller place with a bigger studio and
they get the message so are looking around.

My bike breaks, I mend it temporarily, but its no good. I keep falling
off because the new wheel I've fitted doesn't fit with the rest of the
bike.

Moggy is selling stuff outside his house. He has put up a big bit of
artwork graffiti which says ,

Nature is an art for the animals.

There are little animals shaped into the letters like stencils.

He is selling a load of old coats an things next to the graffiti.
I meet heather and another gardener,  and we help them out, moving a
car for them so that they have more space. It feels good to be here in
meersbrook again. There is a good community here. We talk about building a home.

Water Dragons...

I am with james, and we are outside, on a park bench in a playground area.

All of a sudden this huge falcon or eagle flys down and settles on a
branch just a few yards from where I am sat. It is amazingly close, so
I quickly and silently point my phone at it to photograph it. It flies
off but only just over the hill. There is a bird trainer to whom this
magnificent bird belongs, who is stood with her arm gauntlet just over
the hill. This is a trained and tame bird of the wild. She can even
get it to behave like a domestic chicken just for a joke.

We are driving through this mountainous area, and our guides lead us
to this giant lake that was created by old ancient quarrying.

When we get to the lake it is dark.

We have to go through these giant doors to get to it.

When we do reach the edge of the lake side, these strange water
dragons come up out of the water. I'm not sure if they are friendly or
dangerous. They are a bit like seals, but with wings and a bit more
lizard like.

One of them comes towards me, and I see its going to try to bite me,
so I grab it by the mouth. It is too strong for me, and gets away, but
then it does bite me and its a friendly kind of bite, like a playful
dog might do.

landscaping the park

There are changes going on in the park. The woods are being
drastically thinned - clearing out all the shrubby overgrowth in the
woods and talking out quite allot of big trees. I think it is being
over thinned, and am not happy about this - it will not be good for
the wildlife. But there's not much I can do about it. It is already
happening, so I just sit and watch.


The re landscaping may actually prove to be a good step in the long
run, and. May turnout to be an anticipation of when parks and
woodlands in cities become edible landscapes. This will be a shift in
function to the park turning them over to food growing. This will
surely happen in our lifetimes...

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I am finding a quarry that can do little bits of riven slate.

cooking goats...

James is around, and we have cooked a big load of goat meat. A whole
goat infact. He was given it by a friend who looks after goats.
It was cooked with the skin still on, and at first I'm a but dubious
about trying some but when I do, it is soft and tender and delicious.

The last day at school

Its the last day at school. Me and a load of friends are hanging
around out side. Some of us sneak back into school and go inside to
explore and take short cuts through the woods.

We get seen however by the security guard and we get chased by him out
of the grounds and down the road.

We run down hill to get away.

At the bottom of the hill a group of friends are blocking the road, as
a protest thing - strength in numbers thing, but there is not enough
of them, and the cars are having to drive around them and the drivers
are getting angry.

A bunch of us move into the park. We sit on the grass, near the river
and it is a beautiful sunny day.

I visit Conor in his new place.  I have some things waiting there for me here,
Which I collect. I meet Conor's new flat mates, who I have a good joke with. It is
interesting that they all live in the same communal room. It is like
dormitories at a boarding school, not much private space, but as
everyone gets on well, no-one seems to mind. After all, everyone is
friendly.

Mat has sent me email.

I am shown a new music video by conor. It was filmed by one of his
friends and it shows a very different side of his music, a new style
that no-one has seen before. We are getting it up on google.

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Sounds Forte!

I meet Ian at the bottom of the road. He is just leaving in the car
with his daughter. I have caught them just in time. He is driving to a
Sounds Forte gig and I am getting a lift with him. He is very friendly
and we chat on the way.

 Paul, the old drummer is there, and the old band leader, I can't
remember his name.

The band has shrunk in numbers. Not surprising really. I'm meant to be
playing drums, as paul has only come to watch. I don't really know
what I'm doing, as I've not played drums in a band before, but now the
music is starting up, and I better just make it up as I go along,
"play it by ear" as they would used to say.

Heaven

I am traveling with a friend in a car. There mum is driving the
car and my friend is about 10 yrs younger, and yet I am my normal age.
His mum is a very christian lady and she is driving us to the swimming
pool, which is called Heaven, and it even has pearly gates and big
round ornate domes and is all painted white. Pretty amazing really.

My friend is very sad about something. His mum is telling him 'don't
do that, you'll regret it'. I'm not sure what she is referring to.

The forgotten part of yorkshire...

I am at a forest schools camp where people are telling stories of
pilgrimages they have been on. I meet this one girl who has a very
interesting accent and I try to guess where she comes from. I think
its somewhere off the west cost of england.  It is, she tells me. She
says 'the vale of firth'. I think this is scotland. I look on a map.
It is yorkshire she tells me. The map shows that a bit of yorkshire
stretches over to the west coast and owns a few fishing towns there.
One of them is even almost city size! This is like a hidden forgotten
bit of land that no one visits. There is no tourism there.

little boxes...

R is lamenting over growing projects going wrong. What happened to all
your apple trees, he says to me. He laments about all his students not
following his guidance as fully as they could. Still, he gets angry
about stuff that happened in the past.

I meet conor, we choose a load of new songs to learn to play together.
Its stuff that is really quite difficult to play and will demand a lot
of practice and attention from me.

I am feeling sad and confused about relationships, so I talk to
sophie. She encourages me and makes some useful suggestions regarding
things I can do to act on it. There's no point in doing nothing.

We are making little boxes to put stuff in. My little box is cardboard
and is foldable. For some reason, the box, even though its made out of
cardboard, seems to make everything better. It has nice curvy writing
on all the sides, cut-outs, and bits of string forming the shapes of
the letters.

I am at a gig, watching this female singer with a band. She is very
sexy. She is singing very emotive music.  She is wearing clothes that
accentuate the beautiful curves of her athletic body, and now she
takes her top off and is singing topless, and at the top of her voice,
a wailing lamenting kind of eastern arabic music. The crowd are loving
it. Her sexyness is accentuated by the fact that all the other
musicians in the band are men.

getting back on track...

I am part of a course and I miss some of the instructions. Two of my fingers have been pressed together and I get a female friend to massage them apart.

While this is happening I miss a load of teaching, and I come back, but feel bad that I have missed it so I decide not to ask the teacher but to ask someone else who was in the class. They are busy instructing other people now at a different part of the festival, so I have to wait till they have finished. They say to me 'just give it a go'...

I go back and the group now are all wearing white ninja clothes and are doing a dance which involves everyone being in sync together. I come in late and my clothes are normal and not white but its ok. I pick up a white stick and begin trying to follow what everyone is doing....

celebration days

It is a special celebration day.

The weather is constantly changing, one minute sunny, the next stormy.
Very english.

Organ music is playing in all the churches, and people are out in the
streets celebrating.

The church on hill, the church of england one, is playing a hymn which
echoes out down the street.

I wander past the church down into the town, heading to the older
catholic church, past houses in a more modern style.

I enter the old church and it is playing same hymn as the church on
the hill. I leave the church and get caught in the celebrations which
take me to a bar. People are all drinking and celebrating, and a few
people recognise me.


I tell a story to these people of how I met these other people in a
bar, these women who became very sexual as they got more and more
drunk, and started a big orgy in the bar...

I now leave the bar and wander to find this old abandoned house that
we once lived in, to rescue a few plants from there. I get there and
find the plants I'm looking for, and a kid with a big dog finds me,
and the dog comes barking at me. Its a really aggressive dog, and I
have to use a sweeping up brush to beat the dog back, other wise the
dog would bite me. After hitting the dog with the brush, he calms down
and goes back home. The kid was smaller than this dog and had no
control over it.

I go back to the bar and now I bump into someone in the bar who is
related to an old ancestor of mine
- we get onto the internet and realise he is from the watts side of things..

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Badgers are healing animals. They always come with special parcels and
a dance. They like things going man, woman, man, woman...

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I am now in bristol on a long bus ride. I get off the bus and walk to
meet these people. We wander through an estate in Bristol, and come to
the river avon. It is big and wide.  We have to escape from police who
come looking for us. By wandering along the riverbank under a bridge
we safely escape their search.



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I have a grow sheffield meeting, and one lady complains that people
don't feel united so we join up in a circle and begin to dance. We go
on a long walk over hills and we find ourselves in a bus with pete
driving through a landscape that is rich and fertile, and there are
lots of fruit trees and the bus keeps bumping into tall pear trees
knocking fruit onto the road. It is Late Autumn and fruit is
everywhere.

finding lost things, crystals, cheese.

I am in sheffield, down by the ring road.

Dumped at the side of the road I find my friends stuff. A tent, clothes, shoes, bag, and other things. I try phoning him but he is not answering so I put in my bag the valuable things, taking them with me so I can give them to him when I see him.

The police turn up, and I feel a little uneasy around them, despite the fact that I have not done anything wrong. They might thing I have stolen this stuff of my friends.

I find a big bit of stone with these amazing quartz crystals in. I remember about eating chrystals, so I find some of the powdery bits of them and scrape them with my nail and surprisingly it comes off into my hand just ready to eat. I am thinking I should eat more but there is no more to eat. I'm in south derbyshire.

I go back to a friends home and they have some unusual looking cheese on the side so I eat some. It is amazing. I have never eaten a cheese like this! It is the texture that is half way between a crumbly cheese
and a cheddar cheese but with a flavour like no other. It feels very rejuvenating to be eating it.

Communities, polytunnels, swords and grapes.

I'm part of this community. We live in the countryside, and there are about a hundred of us or more.

There is a very strong craft focus in this community, and we have been shown how to use a forge, make wooden and steel tools, axes, knives, chisels and even swords.

I am comparing the different swords that have been made. Some are heavier than others and I think that the heavier ones must be stronger, because the metal must be denser.

We have been building a polytunnel on the community land which I have been organizing, and now lots of people are involved with building it, because it is really quite big.

One dominating character comes along to get involved, and she decides to have a group meeting to plan what must be done next. I know perfectly well what needs doing next, but everyone stops what they are
doing and listens to her.

 I am now at a meeting where she is asking people to put there hands up to speak, and everytime I put my hand up to speak, she let's someone else speak. She has hijacked the polytunnel building for her own benefit. At the end of the meeting I tell her that I felt I had not been listened to.

She apologized but I could see she didn't really mean it.

So now we try to get on with polytunnel building and no one knows what we are supposed to be doing, because everyone is confused from the meeting we just had.

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S returns something to me that I made 3 yrs ago, and I pass it on to M. I wander with M through fields and vineyards, picking juicy grapes and popping them in my mouth. Its harvest time and the golden yellow sun shines down autumn golden on the south facing chalky flinty soils. asparagus grows amongst the vines, ready to grow back when the spring comes again.

The Crystal Water City of Giants

I am traveling back from leeds to sheffield, and I stop off at the
place half way between these two cities, as I seem to remember I have
work to do here. I get off at the train station of this place, and
immediately I step into a boat. The boat takes me through the streets
which are all waterways.

The architecture of this place is so beautiful. There are crystal
bridges stretching over the wide waters, and cathedrals with spanish
ornamentation and gothic decoration, very feminine in form. Everything
shines and sparkles, and the sky is a rich blue.

I have some work to do here. I know I have been here before, but I had
forgotten all about it. I have to go to the old giants ruins, and
explore the lost lands beyond. I get to the huge stone steps at the
bottom, and meet a friend there. Together we start to climb the stone
steps, and as we go up, it gets harder and harder to climb up. I
decide to leave my bike and bags hidden in a little place, because
climbing with them is too difficult.

As we climb we meet two more friends, and we start to get into the
giants old living space. Huge stone floors and windows, and tables and
chairs. And I go up many stairways to get to see the view over the
sparkling water city. And I get to the top, and then remember that my
bag and bike are not locked up, and panic that someone will find them.
So I tell my friends to keep exploring while I go back down to my bag
an bike. When I get there I remember that if I only could remember it
was all a dream I would not need to worry about these possessions I am
carrying.

Now I go back into the town. I need to meet a musician, and he has
left me instructions as to how to meet him.

I get on the tram, but I can't seem to find the way there, and have to
ask the tram driver for guidance.  I end up being taken all the way
out of the city only to be brought all the way back in to the city,
where I finally meet him. We have to walk across some really busy
roads, where I nearly get hit by some cars, as the cars are driving on
the other side of the road, and I am not expecting it.

in and out of dreams - the ghost in the orchard.

Conscious or still dreaming?

This is the question I keep asking myself.

2 times now I had fallen asleep and dreamed that the farmer who owned
the orchard I was in had come along to tell me to get out. the second
time it was quite a nudge to my psyche and I considered that on
waking, that it may have been a ghost in the orchard that perhaps was
a farmer many hundreds of years ago, and was communicating to me
through my dreams, as perhaps no-one has slept in this orchard for
hundreds of years.. Or maybe I am just paranoid of the farmer finding
me. After all, its a modern orchard and they don't last long..

So, am I dreaming or am I awake?

Just to be sure on the safe side, I think maybe I can help this ghost in the orchard, so I ask it to move on safely.., and that there is no need to still be hanging around.


Now, to sleep. I'm a bit too close to the road, and the noise from the
cars is disturbing me, and I wished I'd set up the tarp further away,
but never mind, I haven't the energy to move it now, and its after
11pm so the traffic will die down lots. The wind has driven the
relentless rain away, and I feel calmer. The tarp I am sheltering
under is flapping about and causing more noise disturbance, and I
consider taking it down. Perhaps the rain won't be back this eve?
Better not take chances I feel.

And I fall asleep, but now I am convinced I hear more voices, a farmer
calling out, and I wake, and look up, and I can see a shadow at the
edge of the field where the gate is, and its coming closer to me, and
I'm sure its the farmer. I call out, 'ey'! making a noise to say, I'm
here, and there's nothing to be afraid of. I can see that he is moving
timidly towards me. I'm sure I'm not dreaming this time. But then he
gets so close, and I get so freaked out that I awake, and I find
myself lying in a different part of the orchard. I have somehow or
other managed to drag myself, with the ground sheet and stuff 2 rows
across in the orchard. I look back to my old place and the bike and
some other stuff is still there.

I must have done this to try to get away from the road and the flappy
noisy tarp, and although yes, I am not sleeping under the tarp
anymore, the road is still just as close. I needed to drag my stuff
further down the row I was on.

Anyway, no worries, I'm quite amazed that I managed to move myself so
far without being aware of it. Now I'm awake, I decide to have an
explore. I walk down the row I'm on and quite quickly I notice some
really interesting shapes in the ground. Graves.

The orchard has been planted on an old graveyard. No wonder I felt
that there were ghosts in the orchard. And no wonder I wasd getting
disturbed sleep. Everyone knows its not a good idea to sleep in a
cemetery, even if its an old one that's not been in use for some
years.

So, I go back to clear up my stuff and check the time on my phone, and
I wake up, into another dream I wonder?

I am back sleeping in my original place, the tarp still above me.
Everything in place. I see that the clouds have parted and Orion the
Hunter is just above the horizon, looking at me, and shining bright.
Am I in another dream I wonder? I don't think so, but I do think Orion
has been orchestrating my dreams to some degree. I check the time.
1am. Lots of time for more sleep. Ill just write down this series of
dreams...

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I wake into a pagan gathering... Now the orchard has become a place where there are these leaders of the gathering wearing mask costumes and they are huge and are orchestrating some crazy psychedelic happening. Lots of people are gathering round , and the celebrations are underway...  

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I wander along from the place where I have been sleeping and find
myself in an amazing market garden. And I have timed it well, - the
person who runs the market garden is giving a tour round, telling
people the history of the place and where he learnt hos methods.

I see he has been doing lots of soil improvement and inter-cropping,
its really amazing.

While I seem to have stumbled upon this tour, I also stumble upon my
parents. They had decided to come on this tour as it particularly
related to some history of the family - an ancestor of ours had lived
here and had traveled to a particular area in Cornwall to set up
growing there.
I nearly get caught by the people who were running the tour as I not paid.


I am with Andy f an james cleg, I am traveling around Sheffield n we
find this place which has lemons and giant weird fruit. Its very
strange and we stumble upon a crazy alien technology which has been
developed in connection with a university fair.