children everywhere

I'm round at my friends dad's house.

He is thanking me for helping him get a new fridge. I'm a bit
mystified as I didn't know I'd done this.

He wants to give me something in return. He says I can use the fridge
whenever I like.

I'm now traveling between places. I live in these two rooms, or flats,
and they both have young parents living in them, and the kids are
playing and leaving their toys everywhere and its hard to move without
tripping over something.

A story about creativity and communication

I'm running away from these people on a huge boat.

Its because they want to get clothes on me.

(I am running naked)

Not any old clothes, but these really horrible uncomfortable ones.

I have to take all these lifts to get away from this authority lady.

She catches me up eventually, and I try to get some of my own clothes
on while running, so as to keep her happy and perhaps not get me into
these horrible restrictive clothes.

-

I'm at a garden place in a new town.

We have just finished a plant stall, and we have been selling plants
and seeds. I have a few plants left and ask around if any one wants
them. I need someone to take them off me, I don't want to have to take
them back home.

My dad is critical of them, - one of them has canker, - but just
before the end of the event this group of lads who have just started
up a food growing project say they will take them.  They even agree to
give me some money for them and I get them to write me a check.

-

This female friend of mine wants to meet up with me after the event.
We haven't really got time but I meet her all the same, and she takes
me to this makeshift bed in a garage.

I know what she wants. I don't know if I want to give it to her, as
she has only just come out of a relationship, and has already told me
that she wants to be on her own, but perhaps a little intimacy won't
do either of us any harm. It has been a while for both of us.

She wraps her legs around me, and I put my hands on her waste and pull
her towards me.

-

I go back to their - the people who bought my plants -
place. It is a bit of a mess and they live in a poverty like way, and I meet
two of their friends. One of them is sick and angry with a cold and
cough,  and the other one is very quiet and looks sad.


The quiet one is drawing away with a pen on the paper and the sick one
is feeling bad and sitting on the sofa and chatting.

They have a dog that is quite mad as well.

The quiet one who has been drawing starts to panic, and he contorts
and twists as if he's having a fit or a seizure. I sit by him and try
to help. I'm not sure why he is doing this and he doesn't answer my
questions. The friend who is sick, and also quite annoying and
aggressive in is behaviour and language says he will help.

I'm not sure if this will help as he does not have any compassion in
him for this quiet friend of his. But then I hardly know these people
so who am I to judge?

The sick person gets up and gives this quiet friend a big marker pen,
and sits down and gives the quite person his attention. On a big bit
of paper on the ground the quiet friend writes out very clearly for
all to see -

'Darren is a penis'

It is written beautifully and everyone reads it. Darren turns out to
be the sick one who is not very kind.

Now the quiet friend calms down, and points silently to other things
he has written.

One of their friends points out one in big letters

'Men are moaners'

"He wrote that one quite a while ago while we were all moaning about
things" he says.

A realization dawns on me. This quite friend can't speak. He talks
through writing, and his friends have been ignoring what he's been
trying to tell them and so the frustration at not being heard by them
got to overwhelm point and he started to loose it.

Now he's got our attention, he writes out many more things, which are
clever and witty. Here is a mind that is wise and beautiful and just
needs to be heard.

-

Now I go into the kitchen and out into the garden. Turns out to me
conor and jimmys place in sheffield.  The dog escapes into the yard
but gets fiercely chased back into the house by some really fierce
dogs of the neighborhood. I have to jump over a fence to stop myself
getting mauled and find myself by the sea side.

Sports, Markets, Flirting and Sculpture

I'm wandering these giant sports playing grounds. There are football
pitches, tennis courts, cricket pitches, all sorts of outdoor sports,
and I see people playing on the pitches and courts. I'm very high up,
and the pitches and courts exist on many different levels. I see a
tennis ball come flying towards me from a pitch a long way off. These
people are playing rounders, and someone is really good at whacking the
ball really far.  I catch the next one and help throw it back.

I meet this girl. We walk to the edge of a huge drop. I'm trying to
get down onto the tennis courts far below, but I can't go down this
way, I ought to go round via the long way across the other pitches.

I say to her, whilst looking at the huge drop below,

"Although I know this is a dream, and I could just jump off, I'm still
a little scared, so I'm going to go round the long safe way."

-
I'm with a few friends, driving in a van. We get caught up in this
strange market place, where we have to trade foods, in particular,
meats.

I'm with nigel, and we can see all the bloodshed around. I have to cut
up this huge cow, and I don't know what I'm doing, and I end up
cutting through the lungs, and it goes all a bit wrong. Some coed
friends are here, and this older lady takes pity on me and says I gave
it a good go. She explains what I've done wrong.

There's food cooking somewhere. Its roast badger. - a whole badger has
been wrapped up in this special plant like material and is being
slowly turned over a fire. I'm quite excited about trying some.

-

I'm with this girl, and I'm flirting with her, and trying out things
to get closer to her. She knows full well all my tricks and ways, but
I try them all anyway, in a hopeful attempt that they will come off.

I do get to kiss her, but its not what she is wanting, so I apologize
for being so persistent and she forgives me.  She knows that its hard
to control ones feelings and urges sometimes.

-

I'm in new york wandering around the city center, crossing all these
vistas and open paved areas. There are all these large bronze
sculptures, that look a bit like henry moore sculptures dotted around
the place, and tourists are traveling around taking pictures of them.

 The artist has made them abstract and yet representing famous peoples
lives, and about specific stories of the lives they lived.

They also have in them encoded hidden information, in the abstract
forms, which people can understand if they understand abstract
symbolic language.

There's this one sculpture with 2 forms, one represents a banker and
the other this famous actor, and the story goes, as they say on the
underground, that the banker conspired to murder the actor.

The sculpture shows these two forms next to one another, one predatory
like, the other more powerful, but more vulnerable.

Going out for drinks

I am going out for a drink with a disabled friend. I have to be very
careful that we don't over do it, because she will not cope well if we
do.

We go to a pub on ecclesalle road, and after a few drinks we are
chatting away merrily and the time flows on by. Soon we leave the pub,
and it is really quite late, and some people from across the street
call to me, because the recognise me from way back when, and I go to
chat to them.

They know me from the abundance project and one of them is really
critical, not in a nasty way, just very pessimistic, and says that it
could be so much better than what it is. I get chatting away, and
before too long, I remember I had left my disabled friend in the place
across the road. Its dawn now, and I run back to meet her, but I can't
find her any where.

I check my phone, and there's been a few missed calls and a message
telling me that she got really cold, and had to phone a taxi to take
her home. She had really over done it and I didn't help things by
getting carried away.

I am really worried for her, and regret that I was not more aware of
her needs. I speak to her mum and she tells me she got back ok, but
did get really cold.

Apparently she put a load of blankets over her at the pub, the way
homeless people do, to keep warm in those early hours.

I am now hanging out with my brother joe.

I am waiting to get a lift down to Brighton but no-one seems to be
going that way, other than a friend from Leeds. I try to get in touch
with him but its hard to get through.

Joe is showing me bizarre pictures on his phone, strange art pieces
that he has found and collected over the years, and artist profiles of
people he knows.

Wellow

I'm in wellow.

Dad is stressing me out,- he keeps talking about all this trivial
stuff which seems so irrelevant and meaningless, - to the point where
I really explode. I yell my had off at him, and it freaks him out. I
go and do some stuff in the kitchen, and then go out for a walk.

Its been raining.

I catch up with joe, dad and matthew who are also out for a walk. We
wander up to the top of the hill and get confronted by a bog: either
go through or choose another way. I have my wellies on, but matthew
decides another way.

It leads round the bog via the river bridge. This is a big old railway
bridge, and far below lies the river. We can hear its rushing and
gushing as it waterfalls down and under.

For some reason, all I can think off as we cross the bridge is what it
would feel like to fall off into the vast torrent.


We stop on the bridge. This is one of the main rivers. I think its the
avon. The wellow brook joins it. We chat.

"It will be sad leaving wellow", dad says, "I always wished you'd get
a chance to go on the hunt".

"I've booked him on it this weekend", james said.

"Well," I say, "I could always go along and help out with something
that wasn't shooting".

I don't like the idea of shooting the animals. But I do think that
there are lots of other skills and valuable awareness lessons to be
learnt off these who know and understand animal behavior patterns so
well.


-

I have a little hide out place somewhere. A badger comes and finds me
in it, and hangs out with me, long enough for me to really get to know
him.

Baubo

Im chatting with a friend and he is saying to me that I don't know how to flirt yet.


He says he will give me some tips, ones that he has learnt over the years.

He takes off his trousers and he has a fake vagina on. What is really strange is that he is able to talk out of it, and use it just like a mouth. Now he puts his head out of the way and talks to me through this vagina.

"there you see", the vagina says, the lips working just like a mouth. "talking from here is the way to do it."

I am reminded of the story of baubo

courses, flower meadows, another move...

I'm on this course where we bring our old tools and figure out how to use them.

We are getting all the old rust off them and putting them into shape
and figuring out what they do. Me and julie are trying to figure out
this wheel thing. Once we have got it rolling it seems to keep on
rolling for ever, like a remote control car, but we cannot steer it
where to go. I give it a good throw to roll it down the corridor but
it comes back to me.

We go on a drive across the land and me and julie build this wooden
hut, and I can't figure out why we are building it, so I ask her.

"Its a wood store. Some ones going to come and live out here."

Ah, it makes more sense now.


I meet Simon and I am trying to tell him about my research into the ancient tree cultures, and the ancient Oak forests of Nemi near Rome. I am pointing them out to him on the map. -

I travel past julie's flower meadow and I notice that a number of the
flowers have been trampled down. I go and tell her and we investigate.
We are following tracks. I notice animal tracks going this way and
that. Little animal paws go right into the flower meadow. I think it
may be badger tracks but there are a few different tracks mixed up.

We have another big van to move another load of stuff. I don't know
where its going but my dad is going to help me. Getting it loaded is
going to be a real mission.

Model houses

We are dividing up the last of the things. Its a beautiful sunny day and
we are also making little model houses and such like.

I have spent all the day with this girl and don't get any work done
because we have been kissing and cuddling for hours and hours. My
model house is practically non-existent. We get woken out of our spell
in one another when I go a little too far with this intimacy, It's one step too far for her,
and she pulls back, and bangs her head, which awakens all the sleeping people
into the next chapter.

My brothers' model house is finely developed. He is starting to make it
3D which is something I have not even got close to doing. I watch him
effortlessly add layer upon layer with a stanley blade. How I'm ever
going to catch up to where he is I just don't know.

Beautiful art in the Church

I'm by st williams church. Its empty. Its evening. I don't know why I
am down here. But I keep getting this impulse to go inside, there's
something that I need to connect to what's inside and I'm not sure
what it is yet.

I look through the windows and see at the back of the church some
beautiful colourful murals, which say words and have pictures on.
Theses are what I need to go and see. They make me feel inspired and
also a little melancholic, as they bring back memories of being in the
church, and the beauty of buildings and nice art work.

Nephew growing up

I'm with james and marie, and noah and nelida. We are by the church.

Me n james have just had an allnighter playing music and doing stuff,
and we are tired and worn out.

Noah sees some fennel in a flower bed, and picks some and comes over
and gives it to us.

"Here's some herbs for your authorities"

"Did noah just use the word 'authority'"? I remark to james.

"Yes I think he did" james replies.

He's growing up fast. Now its time for him to go to bed. I try to pick
him up to put him in his bed and I'm struggling to do this because he is so heavy. He really
is growing up fast.

Teaching plants how to grow

I'm with richard,

"You may seems I'm mad", he's saying, "yet it is possible to teach plants how to grow.

Every plant understands the concept of triangles and grows according
to triangles.

If we understand this, then we can learn how to teach plants how to grow"



-

The Medieval View of the Cosmos

Im with Richard Clare on his allotments.

Its raining very heavy and we are in the shed, talking with some friends. We are talking about medieval cosmology.

I am describing to Richard and the other people up there how back in medieval days people thought that the earth was the center of the universe, and that there were 7 or 8 levels above the earth upon which the heavens moved.

There was the Moon, Mercury, Venus, the Sun, Mars, Jupiter and Saturn, and beyond Saturn there was the starry heavens with the zodiac in.

 I see this image in the dream, its from the book that I was told to buy in a dream  -

 I am describing to the people up there that people believed that there are angels and certain beings who exist on the different levels.

Richard gives me a knowing look in his eye. The rain keeps tipping down. Richard is looking very happy and content.

Strange creatures in the walls

As we move out of the old house, their are little strange scary creatures living in the walls. They have been eating up the foundation of the walls, and now its time for them to come out. We try and scare them out , by banging sticks on the walls and the ground. Its like watching the plague of locusts.  All these creatures start coming out of the ground.

 I am a bad influence on my friend, and they are told to not hang out with me. I am
too extreme, their friends tell them.

Some strange blood thing creature comes out of my nose, and I throw it far away. Its very weird.

I meet a boy who starts talking about holidays in spain, and wales,
and why would you bother ...

I meet a distressed mum. Her father has fallen down the stairs and died. Her boy is with her and he is in a state of shock.

The Druid Elder calls back his magical objects

I am in a car with my uncle. He is driving, and its a nice new mercedes. He is not being careful and crashes it into a tree by a bridge over the river. There is a very steep bank and there is a sewage pipe coming out into the river at this point. The mercedes starts slipping down the bank and we have to escape out of the car before it slips all the way down to the river. 


We manage to get out of the car in time, and the weight taken off by us getting out stops the car being lost in the river. The emergency people will soon be on their way. The problem is that we have not bought this car, we were just test driving it. We will be in trouble.


We hear sirens in the distance, and we are a bit worried to stick around, so we go off into the woods to hide and get away from getting into trouble with the person who owned the car.

But instead of the emergency services turning up, but something is not right. The Military are here. We are watching from the edge of the woods, and we can hear them talking to one another... This crash has started a rebellion. This car was a special car that was part of the magic that was keeping people asleep and now the spell has been partly broken. We learn (me and my uncle) that we have played a vital part in rebellion against the powers that be. 

-

I'm now at the dance. It late, infact the early hours of the morning. Many people have come and gone, many glasses filled and emptied. After nearly everyone has left, a few scragerlers, the dregs of the party crew, all females, put on some dancy records, and begin a strange dance, like a contact improvisation dance, and they dance like witches in some strange twisted, almost orgiastic kind of way. This looks fun! I join in, and for the first time all night I am really enjoying myself.

Sadly the dance is brought abruptly to a close, because the dawn has come and the music must end. I come out onto the street and the military have moved into the city, and are marching through the streets with a air of fear around them. They are looking for any suspicious looking behavior and are trying to discipline people and put fear into them.

I am in Sheffield now, and I am moving down into the city from hillsbrough along a secret, less traveled root into the city center. I need to get into the center without being seen. Its vital that I do this. I meet Mat Lipscome. He knows all about the accident; the crashed car. The police are looking for us now, as they want to arrest us. We walk right towards them but because of our directness, they think we must be someone else and pass us by..

-
I bump into a group of rebels who are forming a grand plan, and tell people about the celtic god Bran, and the celitic goddess Brigit, and all the others who's names begin with Br... because they need to know about them. They write it all down. This is more information that has been kept secret.


-

Now the city is on the move,  now there is unrest, and the secret is out: until recently, everyone has been kept in sleep because the Druid Elder's magical golden objects were stolen along time ago, and kept locked away and secret from the people. The magical golden objects hold the power of the land in them and who ever has them and knows about them holds the power of the land.  The Druid Elder has been at the center of a pagan rebel movement and has kept himself secret from the powers that be by using invisibility spells. He wants his magical objects back, as he is the true owner of them and he is calling them. He has been educating people and raising awareness about his magical objects. Now the unrest is growing to a critical mass and the perpetrators of the crime are worried and taking all action they can to prevent any rebellion.


-

We saw them doing a practice firing line at us, to scare us into compliance. One ladies little
girl got injured, and a "shame on you, shame on you.." chant started up by the pagan crowds protesting. I walk throught the millitary lines, accusing and shaming those who were the Generals leading the military operations. Now they r after me. But I get away amongst the crowds and now the unrest really begins.

The Druid elder starts to cast his magic spells. Because he is connected to the magic objects and treasures that have been plundered, he knows the right words to talk to them and starts calling them out of the earth. He is accompanied in his spells by a host of didgeridoo players playing in sync, which makes the ground rumble and tremble.

As he invokes his magic all of the military come out of the ground, and from their secret hiding places, they know what's going to happen. This is something that can't be avoided. They are gong to fight if they are ordered to. It could be quite a blood shed.

He now takes the center stage and makes his speech for all to hear, and as he does so, he calls the spirits of the place and the spirits in the magical objects to come to him, and the main central building of the town, the parliamentary building under which the magical objects have been kept in secret hiding, starts to shake and crumble, as if an earthquake were just starting to happen....

The new guy at Coed, and the Sun Dance Ritual

We meet this new guy at coed, during an abundance session (the one where I tell someone I have more sympathy for V than before) and he is really helpful because he is so strong, but he is also
a little uncontrollable, and when he goes out of control it takes all our effort to pin him down because he is so strong. He flips out, and Pete and me and a few others get him in an arm lock, and manage to restrain him while he is loosing it.

I take him to see Tipi Phil, and he finds Tipi Phil intimidating even in his new stone house. (definitely not his tipi). He gets paranoid and thinks phil is out to kill him. He finds the chaos of the place quite disturbing and can't cope with it.

-
I make a potion as a drink but the water I used for it is not clean, so I have to offer it back to the earth.

-
Sweat lodge Claire is here, and  she is showing us a new ritual. Its a ritual to bring the sun out after all the rain we have been having. Claire demonstrates what we need to do. She takes a goodly pinch of sugar in her hand and puts some of it in her mouth and mixes it around with her saliva and runs out across the field spitting it out and speaking her words of thanks to the land for its food and nourishment. She dances her self into a frenzy,  and indicates to us that we need to join in. We take it in terns to put some sugar in out mouth and run over the land spitting it out and sprinkling it out of our hands and giving our words of thanks.

 Claire says that we have to sweat out all this water out of our bodies. This new guy is a bit afraid of doing this.

 "its a metaphor" I say.

Clare looks me in the eye, as if saying that she really meant it literally when she said it .

The new guy thinks he will loose it again if he gets involved in the ritual, but we say he does not have to do it in time with us. He can do it in his own time.

The bread basket country

I'm catching a train to a place call 'the Breadbasket', Or Breadbasket country. Its called this because its a flat area of the country where lots of grain is grown.

I have work to do here with a community. Its putting up polytunnels and work in the garden and education.

I meet Kristina there. We have a really good hug. I tell her that she looks a bit like the Mona Lisa picture. She agrees and says that I am the first person who has seen this resemblance. She has known it her whole life.

We stop work to eat some food. I meet Christopher again. He is helping me out. Music is playing while we eat, nice electronicy music. Just as we are about to go back to work, (after seconds) a song comes on with this strange singer, singing  a poppy kind of song -

 "Turn it up, turn it up!
Play that music, sing that song!
Turn it up. Turn it up!
Play that music all day long!"

The lonely man who lived on the edge of a cliff

I meet this person who is living on the edge of a cliff. He doesn't know that he is living on the edge of the cliff, and neither do I, but I discover it while he is talking to me.

"I just don't get why no-one ever visits me these days" he says.

If he were to take a few big steps just over that grassy edge, death.

But here is a lonely man, who has never knowingly taken risks in his life.

"Well I have come to visit you, and I can see that the reason people
have not visited you is because you live on the edge of the cliff, on
the edge of certain death if a few steps are taken wrong. Just over
that grassy bank is a massive drop all the way to the ocean"

We look up into the blue sky over the grassy bank. So well disguised.
No wonder he was not afraid. How would you know unless you had gone
right up to it?

We watch the seagulls flying in the air. Their sense of freedom and
presence in the moment is infectious.

The Philosophical Boy

I'm at a meal with a bunch of friends and SJ is here and I am chatting to her son round the dinner table while we all eat.  We are having a philosophical discussion about morality and the nature of the universe. I can't remember where we began, but it was moving around the idea of weather there was an innate goodness in people, nature (plants and animals) and reality as a whole.

I was arguing from the perspective that matter was not intelligent, and that there was no "being" behind the creation of the universe, and so how could there be a morality behind it all, morality being a definately human construct. He seems to be coming from a different place, in fact he is arguing the exact opposite.

"There simply can't be an innate morality in people if there is no innate morality in nature and the universe. I mean look; nature is cruel." I say..

"Perhaps" he says

"Unless of course, you believe there is a conscious intelligence
behind the nature of reality, behind the universe itself..." i say

"Yes, I believe there is" he says.

"You mean a kind of being, living thinking being..."
(I try to avoid the word god)

"Yes" he says. "It looks after you, and this being is in us too". He is only a youngster, perhaps about 10.

Interesting I think, and catch Rosa's eye, who is sitting at the other
end of the table.

-

The Buddhist monk healer

I have just finished teaching some people about wild foods, and I want to go for a walk to get away to a quiet spot to still my thoughts and ground.

I wander to this spot where there is a lot of wild life, and a few people follow me. All of a sudden I see above me in the tree canopy, a huge bird fly above. The shade from the wingspan passes over head leaving a sense of awe at the presence of this being.

I quicky climb into the shade of a bush to the side of the road, and up a little embankment to see if I can get a better view. There is a lake at the top of the embankment, a small lake which is very beautiful, its in the back garden of a mansion.

I find a feather of this great bird. It’s a Canada Geese bird.

I am on a series of small islands that have been turned into a torist attraction because they used to be islands that were used to make toxic materials .

These islands now contained no toxic materials, but they still had all the old barrels, with the toxic sign on, and it had a very strange feel to this place.

I am exploring this place with my friends.

-

I am with someone, a female , who is in a wheel chair, and yet every once in a while this person becomes me.

Ill explain…

She has this problem in her leg, which focuses around her knee area, a patch below and a patch above.

And yet I am also experiencing this problem in my leg. And it’s the same problem.

We are walking around this bigger island now, and there’s a medical practice on the island. This island is a beautiful sunny island and its really warm. I have this pain in my leg, but I keep ignoring it, until, one day, while chatting to a friend, the pain gets really quite bad, so I decide to look at it again. (its been a few weeks since I last looked at it.)

I take off my trousers, and there are these two gaping holes in my leg, that have eaten all the way to the bone. Why didn’t I feel more pain than this?

These holes, one above the knee and one below the knee, both on the inside of my leg, are huge, and I can see inside them and I see these rotten snakes inside.

“Oh!” I remark to my friend who is sitting beside me. “I didn’t realize they were this bad, I better get these seen to! I hope I haven’t left it to late! Perhaps they will have to amputate my leg.”

So, I organize an appointment with the doctor who is this Buddhist monk who is visiting the island, and on another bright sunny day, when lots of people are visiting the medical practice, we go over to get the work on this leg of mine done, but this time we are pushing this female lady in the wheel chair to get the work done on her leg.

We push her to the top of the hill, and we ask the people if they have seen the Buddhist monk. “He was up here earlier”, they say, and we look down the hill. “because he couldn’t find you he wandered on…”

Oh no! perhaps its too late to get this leg sorted !  I see however that , after finding no sign of us at the bottom of the hill, this monk is walking back up the hill, and hopefully we will see him. My leg, by now, is practically a skeleton of a leg. I can see all the bones exposed and I am surprised that the bones have not fallen off my body.

Lets hope we can get this sorted!