I meet this horse that is a spirit guide. It picks me up and carries me to a place onto of the buildings so I can see it all clearly... I can feel the horses hair and smell it. It is a beautiful animal and I get so much strength from being with it...
This horse loves me very much.
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I meet a beautiful woman and we dance and have sex in all these positions, it is great, and we fall in love.
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Tuesday, 31 December 2013
Calling the Bees...
I have been in this house for a few days... A new place...
Simon is playing this strange metal instrument. At first it looks like
a long didgeridoo but it sounds like a blues violin; a metallic kind of
sound that he is bowing with a violin bow. Its the shape of a didgeridoo, but it has this coiled up metal spring inside which you pull out of one end to create tension....
The sound is metallic - it resonates long tones and as as he plays, he changes the tension in the spring that he is holding, which changes the pitch in a smooth way,
like playing a saw.
The sound is strange and mysterious and he seems to be using it to
call to the spirits or something. As he plays I see all these bees
gather around in the air. They fill the space, hovering around, being
called over by the sound. I can see them very clearly, in sharp focus;
some of them are drones but most of them are smaller worker bees.
They hover around Simon playing the instrument. Simon has called them over using this strange instrument.
There are other people gathered around but they don't see the bees
like I see them. Simon stops playing and walks off and the bees fly
away following in his direction as if they will get fed, and the
people gathered around disperse. I follow Simon and the bees because I
want to find out how he managed to call the bees using this
instrument. I end up walking through this rose garden which has lots
of chicken wire fences. I go down these narrow paths which get
narrower towards the end. I get stuck right at the end. I can see
Simon again and he tells me that he got stuck there too but managed to
find a way out of it, so leaves me to figure it out myself. I find
that I can climb over the fencing.
When I get over the fencing simon is gone, but I find a very sad man
who is crying and is very melancholic.
Simon is playing this strange metal instrument. At first it looks like
a long didgeridoo but it sounds like a blues violin; a metallic kind of
sound that he is bowing with a violin bow. Its the shape of a didgeridoo, but it has this coiled up metal spring inside which you pull out of one end to create tension....
The sound is metallic - it resonates long tones and as as he plays, he changes the tension in the spring that he is holding, which changes the pitch in a smooth way,
like playing a saw.
The sound is strange and mysterious and he seems to be using it to
call to the spirits or something. As he plays I see all these bees
gather around in the air. They fill the space, hovering around, being
called over by the sound. I can see them very clearly, in sharp focus;
some of them are drones but most of them are smaller worker bees.
They hover around Simon playing the instrument. Simon has called them over using this strange instrument.
There are other people gathered around but they don't see the bees
like I see them. Simon stops playing and walks off and the bees fly
away following in his direction as if they will get fed, and the
people gathered around disperse. I follow Simon and the bees because I
want to find out how he managed to call the bees using this
instrument. I end up walking through this rose garden which has lots
of chicken wire fences. I go down these narrow paths which get
narrower towards the end. I get stuck right at the end. I can see
Simon again and he tells me that he got stuck there too but managed to
find a way out of it, so leaves me to figure it out myself. I find
that I can climb over the fencing.
When I get over the fencing simon is gone, but I find a very sad man
who is crying and is very melancholic.
Thursday, 26 December 2013
The Artist in the Mountains (theme like father christmas)
I am out on a walk with the family and a load of their church friends.
We set off from the church hall where we have been in ceremonies. We
are heading to this particular place, this destination which is a
sacred pilgrimage place, the magic valley.
We set off and we get stuck because of the weather.
I find a new route and I request that we go this different way. I
suggest we climb up over this mountainous area and take a short cut to
the magic valley.
We begin climbing over the rocky ground, and the slope gradually
increases, until we are scrambling up a steep rockface, having to use
our hands to pull us up and over the surface.
We get to this one very steep rock face. It is almost vertical, and it
is dotted with holes. Someone ahead of me warns me of the snakes. He
says that they jump out of the holes in the rock.
As I traverse over this difficult terrain these snakes start jumping
out like tentacles and trying to bite me and wrap round my limbs
trapping me onto the rock.
I discover that if you climb quickly the snakes can't get you as
easily. What happens as I do this however is that I gradually loose
more and more items of clothing, each one getting caught on the sharp
rocks as I climb.
I worry that the people following me will give up at the snakes
because its too difficult. I can see the edge of this sharp rock face
where the snakes live come to an end just a short way up. I motivate
people by saying the ordeal with the snakes will soon be over.
Just as I loose the last of the clothes I am wearing to a snag in the
rock, I climb over the ridge, completely naked, and a whole new
landscape emerges. The type of rock changes entirely, its red and
rounded, and it flattens out a little bit, not as much as expected but
easier than the snake cliff rock which was sharp and jagged and steep.
It looks like a stone graveyard up here. No plants, just rocks and
boulders in all directions.
There is a desolate feel up here. And also quite mystical.
As we walk through this landscape we come across a strange abandoned
stone building. When we enter it we see all these strange works of
art, grotesque shapes and forms made out of bones and boulders and old
bits of litter. I meet this man who has been up here making these
things. He has been here for years and it has been his secret art
space.
It feels a bit haunted. Some of the art works come to like and theses
strange deformed figures start walking around in the desolate silence.
Our group of walkers watch with caution as these sculpted creatures
come to life.
Soon there are dozens of sculpture creatures walking around and they
are getting on with making things in the different workshops.
I am told by the main artist that one of the spirit people (that's
what he calls his sculpture people ) has something to show me. I meet
him as he warns me not to disturb the spirit people. He describes the
room I have to go to. It is off to the left and it is a little
workshop room. I must not go into any other room otherwise the spirit
people may harm me. But in this room he tells me, there will be
objects that will help me.
I go straight to the room without deviation, and when I get there it
is full of gardening tools, freshly made by the spirit people, and
very neatly lined up and arranged in order. I am to have some of these
tools to help me with my projects.
(Marmite and toast - deciding what I want on my toast...)
Monday, 23 December 2013
Richard Clares Apples...
I meet Rich C. He is asking me where his apples are. We are at some
kind of conference and he has not been invited and he is annoyed and
demands to talk to me. When I turn up he gets cross and starts asking
me what happened to his apples.
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I'm round at a friends house and they are drinking strange cocktails.
They offer me one and I accept cautiously. It smells like its got glue
or solvents in it.
One of my friends friends has gone out onto the street to do solo
singing, she has a great voice and people gather round her to listen
to the song. It is like a black african blues freedom song singing to
rouse peoples hearts and souls.
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My friend has a girlfriend. He is stood next to her and they are
holding hands. They are very much in love, but then this other guy
comes along and takes hold of her hand and subtly takes her away from
him. I feel sad for him, because he really liked her. He appeals to me
because I was the only one who saw it happen.
kind of conference and he has not been invited and he is annoyed and
demands to talk to me. When I turn up he gets cross and starts asking
me what happened to his apples.
---
I'm round at a friends house and they are drinking strange cocktails.
They offer me one and I accept cautiously. It smells like its got glue
or solvents in it.
One of my friends friends has gone out onto the street to do solo
singing, she has a great voice and people gather round her to listen
to the song. It is like a black african blues freedom song singing to
rouse peoples hearts and souls.
-
My friend has a girlfriend. He is stood next to her and they are
holding hands. They are very much in love, but then this other guy
comes along and takes hold of her hand and subtly takes her away from
him. I feel sad for him, because he really liked her. He appeals to me
because I was the only one who saw it happen.
Labels:
apples,
friends,
music,
richard clare,
singing
Solstice dreamings
I meet these two people, a man and a woman, who are very overweight.
Like dangerously overweight. They are both interested in doing edible
food gardening as a way to help them loose weight. It is my role to
assist their learning in how to do this. I tell them first that they
have to have the right clothing for gardening, clothes that they don't
mind getting muddy.
We go up to the land, they are wearing boiler suits and look like
poddington peas; they are as round as they are tall! I begin doing
some bed turning with them. They seem to know what to do, I just need
to support them in their process.
While we are working I notice some people skinny dipping in the small
lake at the bottom of the hill. I am very tempted to join them, and
when I undress I notice that I have shaved pubes on one side but not
the other. Its most strange.
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My mum is organising big gatherings of people. I have to assist in the
music as these people gather together. I have a piano to play some
music on.
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I have a long conversation with my dad and uncle matthew about
depossession work, or spirit release work as we have been taught it.
I stress the point about suffering beings; that there are no truly
evil spirits, because its important to see everything as coming from
source light. They listen inquisitively and it seems like we are
connecting.
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We are having a big dynasty meal. All the families are gathering and
we are sat round the table at the turners house. We hold hands in a
circle before we eat and sing grace. The pages start up, and I can't
remember the first verse but the second verse goes something like this
: -
Thankyou for nothing
Eternity
Thankyou for nothing
Eternity
Thankyou for nothing
Eternity
Thankyou everything
The spirit
Labels:
allotments,
depossession,
family,
garden,
music,
Song
Friday, 13 December 2013
Giant tractors
Im climbing on a giant tractor. I have to reach up really high to grab the lower poles to pull my self up. I am using it to get to a high window on the other side of the yard.
I reach up ,and accidentally push off the hand break. the tractor starts rolling backwards towards a shop. I think it is going to crash into the shop window but some of the machinery still attached to the back gets caught on the walls of either side of the shop and save it at the last minute.
I reach up ,and accidentally push off the hand break. the tractor starts rolling backwards towards a shop. I think it is going to crash into the shop window but some of the machinery still attached to the back gets caught on the walls of either side of the shop and save it at the last minute.
Tuesday, 10 December 2013
The Hidden Secret Pool
There is this hidden secret pool in endcliffe. It is just off
endcliffe vale road.
It is surrounded by mulberry and fig trees. I am finding all these
plums and figs and mulberrys and stuffing my face even though I am not
hungry. It is very exciting.
endcliffe vale road.
It is surrounded by mulberry and fig trees. I am finding all these
plums and figs and mulberrys and stuffing my face even though I am not
hungry. It is very exciting.
The Dance
I am in a dance room. It is empty other than the dancing instructor.
She is playing my favourite music. I am so happy to have all this
space to dance that I throw myself straight into the room, falling,
twisting, turning, bouncing, rolling, tumbling around, allowing my
body to move and go where it wants to the music.
Two toddlers are in the room and they like seeing me dance so they
come over to watch an I include them in the dance too. They climb on
me and I spin them around. We are all having such fun.
She is playing my favourite music. I am so happy to have all this
space to dance that I throw myself straight into the room, falling,
twisting, turning, bouncing, rolling, tumbling around, allowing my
body to move and go where it wants to the music.
Two toddlers are in the room and they like seeing me dance so they
come over to watch an I include them in the dance too. They climb on
me and I spin them around. We are all having such fun.
The machinery man
I was showing the different lengths of my fingers - and similarities
in bone length
Allium - means wand
Stolon.
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I am with john. We have been looking after this expensive bit of
machinery and now this stranger comes to the door saying he will buy
it off us.
We don't know weather to trust him. I have an impulse that it is right
to trust him because one of my friends told me he would b turning up.
We let him in the room and he goes straight to the machine and starts
opening it up. He knows all about them.
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in bone length
Allium - means wand
Stolon.
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I am with john. We have been looking after this expensive bit of
machinery and now this stranger comes to the door saying he will buy
it off us.
We don't know weather to trust him. I have an impulse that it is right
to trust him because one of my friends told me he would b turning up.
We let him in the room and he goes straight to the machine and starts
opening it up. He knows all about them.
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