The hospital alarms

I have set the alarms off in the hospital. I don't know what it was I was taking, but whatever it was, it was in my bag, and was not meant to leave the hospital.

 I meet up with dad and jude in the car park, the hospital alarms still ringing in the background. There is a mini bus that leaves in 15 mins, so I still have enough time to catch it. I thought that I had missed it. I leave dad and jude. On the mini bus, someone is playing a song, written by one of my grandfathers. It is with a rock guitar, in a crosby stills and nash style, but more epic, like diana ross. Its very good. I can see the video of him too, and it tells a bit of history about him.

This is a love song he is playing, and there are 3 female vocalists singing on it. He apparently had lots of women interested in him during his life. He was a poetic musician, and women were really attracted to him.

 I am back in sheffield now, and I meet up with J in a flat on the edge of city, and he is smoking spliffs, and drinking with a bunch of friends.
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 We are driving over a huge bridge that leads all the way to france. My dad is driving the van, and it is struggling making its self up the steepness at the beginning of the bridge. I am told by my sister of the story of some ancestors of mine who went crazy, when they moved to a new land, because the land they moved to had 3 great rivers surrounding them in a triangle shape, and they felt trapped in.

Their surname began with the letter P.

 I need to research Keening.

The Alchemist, and The Inteligence of Nutrition

I am round at the Turners house, and they have bought the house next door to their current house, so as to have more space and maybe rent it out. Aidan and luke are showing me round the kitchen.

They have been working hard in this new house, putting in new work surfaces, and creating a nice space. Lots of work needed doing to it.

 I now go into the garden, and Aidan shows me what work he has been doing in it.

Flower boarders are cleared, and a few shrubs are planted. Its not a big garden, so its been quite an easy project to manage.

 I now travel down south to visit Mari and Alick, with my family. We chat with them both. And Mari shows us round the cottage, and all the hard work she has been doing to make it nice.

 After visiting this place, we drive into Bath to visit a special drinks bar.

 The man behind bar serves us up some interesting looking, and tasting, drinks, while my brother James tells us stories about this bar. One of the stories he tells us is about how the bar man is really a professional alchemist, and he used to make sacred intoxicating beverages, with cannabis and wild mushrooms, and medicinal herbs.

We want to taste one of these, so he gives us a beer which also has cannabis wine in it. Dad also knows about this bar man. Apparently he came from south africa. We are surprised, as its not something we would expect from dad.

 I get another drink, a beer which I drink through a long straw. Its very hoppy in taste, and quite bitter, but very good for one. Some men in the bar are making jokes about how bitter the beer is, and how it makes you need to go for a pee more than any other beer. James tells me about a friend who has been through some real difficulties, and how he needs gentle healing, how healing needs to be slow and gentle for him, so its not to full on all at once. I meet a nutrition guy from America. He is talking about the Intelligence of Nutrition.

He refers to this point of picking foods in relation to the point at which you put the food in your mouth, and understanding the difference between mental knowledge, and experiential wisdom. Not until food is in the mouth can one gain experiential wisdom of nutrition.

The African Teaching Lady

Trains. I'm with joe, and we are rushing to get these trains through bristol station.

 I meet maria. We are chatting about relationships. We have a really good hug. I'm back at notre dame school. I'm in the technology block. All the classes have gone a little crazy.

I can hear that the teachers have lost control, and that its the kids who are running the lessons. Most of the teachers don't mind.

I'm in a class with this african lady teacher. And she is moving with the flow of where my class are taking it, as that seems to be the best way to get across any wisdom to us. She starts talking to us about relationships. She talks about she has 2 daughters, and about how she tries to make her self a role model for them, and about how she expects them to look up to her for guidance, and also to respect her. I see that this respect goes both ways. She respects them, and they respect her.

I start chatting to her about this two way respect, and that its greatly lacking in our culture. I see how it is good and important for children to have respect for there parents, and see how parents are the key role models for their children. I also see how this attitude also must go hand in hand with parents respecting their children, and learn to be the role models that their children would want to have.


 While we are chatting about this the rest of the class are in their own little world, completely oblivious to what is being taught. The african teacher asks at the end of the lesson if she can have one of these special sweets that I have got. They are the shape of little ladies with different coloured skirts, and are chocolate and coloured with icing. I have 3 of them left so I give her 1 and a half of them.

The Ancestors

I had a dream - big family gathering.

 We were all getting presents -i was meeting old long gone relatives, one was ice skating, and others were... I find it reassuring, knowing that what makes me is people.

The path back, leads one to a great awareness of our kinship with animals and all plants - all life. Even the stars and the star dust. So in a sense, we are what our ancestors have become.

 And to evolve further, it makes sense to me that we must acknowledge our kinship amidst our diversity. That we all came from the same source.

the terrifying dog

I'm lying in bed, and trying to get to sleep, but for some reason, my mind is massively over active. I can hear the voices of foreign languages, as if my brain were tuned into these long distance radio channels, and I can see all these troublesome images, which are keeping my mind extremely awake. Its as if I had a sickness of the mind, as if my mind had gone out of control.

 I get up to walk around, to try and wake up my mind a bit, because I need to get these horrible images and thoughts out of my head. I wander into the kitchen, and get a drink. I decide to wander out side into the cool night air, but when I get to the sliding velux doors, there's this terrifying dog, growing and barking at me through the glass.

He pounces, and his head crashes against the glass, almost shattering it.

Thankfully the glass is strong double glazed, and the door holds tightly secure, because this mad enraged dog is out to get me, to rip me to shreds. His jaws and fangs are dripping with the saliva of blood lust and insanity.

 There is a cat outside next to the mad dog, and so the mad dog, on seeing the cat, attacks the cat. The cat struggles to get away, and gets caught by the dog, but manages to survive. I feel like I am still in a dream, but its more like a horrible nightmare. I am scared.

The arguments regarding the Soul

I'm with conor and friends in sheffield. We are having a late night musical session. We get into a discussion on the nature of the soul; what it is, and why. A bit of an argument breaks out, between people. I think its because some people are quite fixed in their ways as to their beliefs about what the soul is. I tell everyone that I need to go to bed..

 It is 3 in the morning, and I've got gardening work to do the next day. I really ought to be getting to bed at about 10 pm, at this time of year as there is always so much to be getting on with, and the long summer light hours make the morning a great time for work. I wander off, and this girl who I bumped into keeps me company. I meet this old wise man who gives me advice.

This girl I'm with has to go off to learn some skills and get healing with some people. He shows me who, and tells me it will be really good for her. I am on another of my herb courses, I don't feel like I'm teaching these people anything new, but they are happy. They must be learning stuff. Its partly creating the space for these things to happen.

Calling spirits, The Fall, and the Fancy dress party.

I'm with the C, and we are preparing to call the spirits,

 O has asked L to call in, and has given a song, because L doesn't feel confident, but L gets one word wrong, and this little difference makes all the difference. it now comes across as all very religious. O now comes across as this christian religious leader, which makes us all feel a little uncomfortable. Its the guru worship syndrome. --------

 I meet Ma by a holly tree which she has really connected with. Its amazing how she is relating to it. -----

 Now I'm with Rhi, we are climbing up a big tower, with a huge stair well in between. The stairs are spiraling up the outside of the tower. At the top, there are these buttresses that stick out above the stairwell, tempting one to climb on them, but it would be ridiculous to actually do so, as the drop down the middle is hundreds of meters below. Rhi decides to climb out on them, why is she tempting fate I wonder? I am surprised at her boldness and confidence to do this, like the man on the wire. But she doesn't have the experience to do this, surely?. Her parents see her, and tell her to get down, but she ignors there warnings and concerns. I tell her to do what her parents say, as I can see she is not wearing the proper shoes for such acrobatics, or has the balancing skills.

 She slips.

 She falls.

 At an angle, she doesn't fall straight down the middle, but to the side, and only falls about 3 floors worth of steps. It is still a very bad fall, but thankfully she has not killed herself. Our hearts are beating intensely, and we rush down the stairs to help her.

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 I'm at coed, and I am chatting with rich. We have been showing a group of people round the forest garden, and we are now in the top corner of the garden, where there is loads of horsetail. I dig some up, and it has a huge tuber on it, just like a jerusalem artichoke, so I ask Rich if you can eat it. He tells me its a different horse tail from our usual english one, this is japanese horsetail, and its a worse weed than the normal one. Still, I want to try it out. It seems like it might just be edible, and if so, then there's loads of it to be eaten!

 I have brought a sample of leaves, a bit growing near spring wellow. To compare it with. It looks like coltsfoot or jerusalem artichoke leaves now. I show to rich.

 Rich now shows me all the mushrooms me has found. Lots of beautiful shapes and colours they are, found all around the fields. There are lots more coming up. Some of them are magical psychedelic ones. Now Coed has a party going on. Rawley has turned the old school into the most amazing party venue you could imagine, and there are hundreds of people walking around in fancy dress. Maria is showing off two of her Alice in wonderland costumes, one like Rabbit, and the other like the Cheshire cat.

 Kate is wearing a massive wig, like a giant afro. It looks great.

The music is fantastic, very electronic and trippy. James, marie, noah and nel are all there too, it must be a crazy new experience for noah an nel. There is a powerful spirit of love moving through the place, in the people and in the music. I am almost crying I am so moved by it all. Noah nearly gets lost int the crowds of people, but I signal him like a dog, which shows him where to go and where to follow.

 Simon n jude are working in cafe, cooking. Mum is enjoying dancing to the music. I have not seen dad yet, but I know he is here somewhere.

Wood chopping

A needs help. She has been over working, and yet she finds it hard to take a break, and is getting herself exhausted. I am with a few friends chatting away, while she is outside chopping wood. She is in competition with another wood chopper, and it is causing her to over stress her body. The size of wood pile she has created is vast, and its all stacked up very neatly, for drying and storing. But now the wood has mostly been chopped, and yet she is carrying on!

 Me and p tell her to stop. I chat to her and she tells me that she would like a meal, and that at first she would like spaghetti with pasta sause, but then, knowing how wheat doesn't do her too well, she decides she would like to eat beans on toast.

 So, I arrange with P n friends that we have a meal together, and cook just what A would like.


 JJ is traveling with me in a van, and we have to stop off somewhere, to get some provisions. While we are stopped in this van at the top of endcliffe vale rd, I get out to explore a carpark, and I bump into S. S tells me "imagine back to the day when the people of this world would have been practicing a culture that would have looked, to some degree similar to what we now call "growing".


 It sparked off a load of thoughts in my head, and I began imagining this landscape, thinking how to create the niches for plant guilds would have began with the emphasis on expanding and diversifying wild animal habitat. This would have been achieved through access to water sites being made easier, through more natural coverage of shelter- lining the banks of rivers and springs with trees, as well as living in such a way to prevent certain species accessing within human settlements, to limit grazing, allowing areas to be managed, or accessed only by humans. These spaces could have grown the more delicate fertility loving plants, that have become the home space for the key food plants for humans.


 I then get a text message that R has sent me a message via facebook that I need to get in touch with one of her friends.

Sculpture advice, giving things back, and receiving.

I'm being told by this friend who I've been showing my sculptures to, that I need to take more time over them, because recently I've been rushing them, and it shows. He's saying that sculptures take time, especially the kind that I am doing. He shows me what they could look like, and what they look like from his perspective. He shows me old sculptures that have had huge amounts of time on them, big relief sculptures, that are on the side of buildings and such like.


 I have been borrowing some DJ equipment and vinals off another friend, and he has been so kind to lend them to me. Now I need to take them back, but it seems like I can't find everything, and I'm not sure where he wants me to take it! We have been having a party and everything is getting jumbled around.

 A B has also lent me some really amazing books and stuff, that I want to take back to him, but he says it ok, and that I can have them. He is an incredibly generous and warm hearted old man.