Sailing to America

I'm on a boat, traveling with two other guys. 

Their names are henry and christopher. 

We have been friends for a long time. 

All of a sudden, on a whim we decided to sail off into the unknown, and find some adventure.

Here's a bit of background. 

We all live in sheffield, and have been very active in the urban food growing movements. We were at a talk on a community allotment when we made the decision to go traveling. The talk was being given by an old grower with over 40 yrs experience. My old gardening teacher was there, listening to the talk. It was slightly odd because I thought that he had died. But then I also thought that it could be his spirit that is here listening. He approved of what was being said, which was a good sign as he was always a very righteous man, and for good reasons, he knew what worked and didn't. 

It was there at the talk that we happened to all meet up and go on an adventure. Our lives had been stuck for too long in the old routines and we all needed a change. 

So, it happened to be that my family were having a party gathering down in cornwall by the coast at st Ives. We were all invited. Many of the cousins who we had not seen for a long time were going to be there. During the party my dad talks about one of his cousins who had made lots of money doing photography for a duke and duchess of the area. The duke wanted lots of photos of his wife, both clothed and in the nude, so that he could admire her beauty into the future. We got ourselves chatting to this cousin who had made a bomb and he tells us he has a seaworthy boat that can take us anywhere we want to go. So we got ourselves down to the docks one morning and we find the boat ready for our departure. 

Time passed, the voyage was long and uneventful, and soon enough we find ourselves gazing at the east coast of america, and sail into the docks of new york. 

The place we dock is a run down harbour, with abandoned warehouses and empty buildings. Old disused cranes haunt this place, the shadow of a former industry. 

Once landed, we wander the streets looking for adventure. There is nothing here for us but empty buildings. So we sail a little further up, but still no sign of anything exciting happening. 

We are all getting frustrated, making such a long mission for what seems like nothing. I am feeling very impatient to the point where I feel I want to sail all the way back, but henry protests and has a mini breakdown. 

"Just let us rest here for a while, we will find something" he says. 

Just then, a new part of this warehouse opens up to us, and we see that there are people doing up this part and turning it into a cool new trendy shopping and apartment area. One guy comes up to us and says,

"didnt you know this used to be Jimi Hendrix's flat"? 

"well" we remark, "this is how we can make money, we do it up as Jimi Hendrix's flat and rent it out to people!"

As our ideas come to crystalise, I bump into an attractive lady who takes me on a wander along the side walk, where there are all these trendy shops. I am just about to make a move, by asking her out, when a guy who she remembers from way back in the past turns up just the other side of a pain of glass. She stops , and they meet and decide then and there to go for a  meal and I will join them. 

We are sat down in a restaurant now, and the waiter comes to offer us the menu. She flicks through the menu as he takes off his coat and hat and begins telling her tales of what he has been up to over the last few years since they last met. He has been though a hard time and it shows on his face. 

Crystals and Children.

I'm with a couple of friends out in west wales. We are on an exploration of this wild cove on the coast. It is very difficult to get to it. We needed a boat because on foot it is totally impossible. Even on a boat it is tricky. We have to land on the next closest cove and climb over what feels like miles of sharp rocks before we get there. It seems a bit like a pointless mission especially as there are plenty of much nicer coves which are much more accessible and hospitable. 

Anyhow, as we are climbing up these rocks something catches my eye, a light in the distance, a glimmer amongst the rocks, and so I go over to investigate. 

As I get closer I see what it is. A cluster of quartz crystals, nestled in a bowl in the sharp grey rocks. Many of the quartz crystals have been loosened. They glow, and are brilliant clear white. I am so excited to find them. All the climb over the sharp rocks has been worth it for this. I want to share them out with my friends and take as many back as I can carry. 

We decide to continue to the cove and pick them up on the way back. At the cove there is an old abandoned ferry. We climb aboard to explore and have some fun. everything is falling apart and rusting. We are in what was the canteen area when my friend pulls the old alarm cord for emergencies. ??An alarm goes off, which totally surprises us, we thought it would have broken long ago. Annoyingly we know that people are coming to find us now, as we can see movement of people in official clothing coming over the tops of the skyline to find us, to respond to the alarm. I am concerned that we will be taken off the cove as we are not meant to be here, and worried that I won't be able to pick up my crystal collection. 

I'm with tom. We are in africa. We are climbing up a steep rock face. This one is smooth. We are looking for crystals. We don't find any, but when we get to the top of the rocks there is an african village. The landscape view from the top here is beautiful and expansive. 

At the entrance to the village there are two people who are my guides. First of all they say I must wash. Its a place where the water is flowing strong and splashing up high. There is a metal grid that goes over the river and the spray comes up. Others are washing here. I am at first timid as I think the water will be cold, but it is warm, as warm as shower water and delightful. 

There are two babies crouched by the washing area. I am meant to give something to them. 

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I later have another dream about the water in the river getting over heated from geothermal - an earth quake - the earth is waking up, and is unhappy, angry, at what humans have been doing. 

Fighting against authority

She is back. We are together again.

 We hug, we dance, she climbs on me, we lean on one another. We play like children, like best of friends. 

My dad enters. He looks at her and accuses her, 

"We don't allow childish behaviour like that around here". ?

She steps off my knees where she has been balancing, and shys back, to the corner of the room. 

My anger rises 

"That's no way to talk to a woman! We are not doing anything wrong! Sort your attitude out!" 

various themes

Cockroaches - pulling out of grain. There's a scorpion, the scorpion leads them out of the kitchen. Dad says that the cockroaches are rare. 

Joe - embarrassed- pile of shit. -

Crash the car - moving too many things at once. Things getting in the way of the pedals. 

A driver says I will have to retake my test. I am hopeful I won't. 

I'm with my driving instructor again, he's giving me some extra lessons. Its dark and the conditions are dangerous. 

I am down in a basement under a street. There's lots of mice and rats down here, and so there is a wild ferret down here catching them. 

A dog spies the ferret and manages to catch the ferret and eat him by squeezing his body under a tight fence. 

I am with a woman who has a pretty daughter. The daughter is upset. She needs comforting, and the comfort her mother is giving her is not working, so I come over to offer my support. 

We are sat on a little island on a pond. There are floating rafts around the pond, and me and the daughter climb onto one of the floating rafts and paddle around the pond for a while. She is very pretty. We have a cuddle and a kiss. She reminds me of someone I knew from school, who was in my maths class who I found quite attractive.

What is an artist?

I get into an argument about what an artist is around the table. 

It goes something like this - caroline has just started doing a study into art therapy, and is writing as essay on what an artist is. I ask caroline, who is sitting smugly enjoying a glass of wine, what she feels an artist is. I sense that its a bad question at this time, but I follow through anyhow. 

"An artist is someone who expresses the soul".. She answers..

"So you feel there is something spiritual about being an artist?" 

"You are getting too lost in the words... You can't define what an artist is.."

"Well, we have the word anyhow, and words without definition are meaningless, they are just empty shells... "

They try and interrupt me, but I continue, in a more forceful voice, 

"stop interrupting me, you haven't even given me space to finish. If the word artist has no meaning, then I might as well go "Bla bla bla, bla, nnaaa baaa, chhaaa," and it would have as much meaning as saying "the artist is someone who expresses the soul..."

 We do know that the way I say things communicates enormous amounts of information. In a way, you all get a feeling of what I am trying to say, but only in terms of the underlying energy and emotion of what I am saying, not the content I am trying to express." 

We are getting confused within the vagaries of what an artist is... The argument becomes more about expressing our emotional frustrations than about actual conflicts of definition. 

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My brother joe feels so sad, can't understand why he is feeling like this. He is crying, weeping. Its like there are trapped emotions blocked up inside. I am able to see these emotions better than the others. I see that he needs a tree to express these emotions to. 

I wander into the woods. There are bit of paper lying on the grass between the trees. When I look at them, they are pages of richards teaching material. I know that when the spring comes they will have all disappeared into the ground. 

New carfield house - trying to get there on scateboard, and talk to pete at same time. 

Mum drops me off at a scout hut right up in hillsborough, because off the blue I thought it would be a good idea to go there. 

I feel so strange getting out here.

living passionately

I am late for appointments on a course - I apologise to the lady organising the course. I have to walk along these planks, which seem slightly rotten. High up. 

Women have been waiting for me to finish the course. I am half an hour late. When I arrive they tell me that they have been waiting for me. -

I meet this guy who moves around different parts of the world doing good community work. His life is full of passion. He knows his purpose. He knows his sense of place. He makes people aware that they are living in squalor, and gets them to improve their living situation. 

I wake up praying to my guides to fill my life with more passion for life. I feel like I am wasting my life away so I pray to be filled with more passion. 

The soul

In some ways, the soul is the aspect of ourselves which is god. 

I am singing songs, while trying to get my stuff in order; I have been traveling around, just got off train, and my mum is trying to help me get organised. This man offers me a scent bag, its something that I can tie to my body and store things in. He says it will be useful.

friends - themes...

I'm with ella. We are driving in the car. We are making jokes about shaved pubes for women and coming up with lots of slang terms for them. (Or the absence of them). 

I am talking with tom and lala, and they are talking to me about planning the summer. Ella's boyfriend will has been worrying about having not got all the summer planned out before it happens, and I say that there is no need to plan it all out now. He seems to thing otherwise, as does everyone else. Other than will they all have the majority of the summer planned out. 

I get a really strong feeling that I need to plan out as well, and feel like if I don't I will get left behind or something.

I talk to marion about her water. She tells me it has come from a deep mountain source which is what gives it all the minerals. My body really likes drinking it.

Family lessons, discussions about the soul

I am with my large extended family. We have been doing divination about who is our soul guide, and which members of the family have things to teach us about ourselves. I get shown that my sister is the one who's soul path has a lot of lessons to teach me, and that my soul path has a lot of lessons to teach her. We are meant to be teachers of one another. 

I throw a dart at the dart board but it misses and it lands right in the back of my sisters neck. It lands very specifically on the 3rd vertebrae of the neck. I pull it out and it doesn't cause bleeding and it is fine. I am told that I have hit a spot which has released energy. 

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I'm with my dad and I am showing him videos of inspiring talkers on you tube. 

We have a discussion about the soul. My dad says that he feels that it would be impossible to kill the soul, even though you could kill the body, that is, if someone were to stab themselves, then the soul would leave the body when it dies. 

I tell my dad about the idea of soul loss, and say that the person would probably do one of two things; either experience soul loss, where the soul leaves the body in order to escape the pain, and would hence become an empty shell, and apathetic, or would go into a rage, and become angry and hostile, because the soul would be fighting to stay in the body but would be confused as to why the body was harming its self. 

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I am with my mum and a friend. We are going shopping. I am climbing up these stairs to get to different levels of this shopping complex. The items we need are right on the top floor, my friend says. She leads the way, and as we get higher and higher, the stairs narrow, until there is only a very narrow path with a steep drop down the middle of the spiral staircase. 

I don't find the items I'm looking for up here, so I drop down a level or two. Here there is a restaurant. We go inside and meet dad and the rest of the family here and have some food. The people running the restaurant have the items that I am interested in. They are tuppawear boxes and some seeds. It seems like a strange place to pick these up from. 

There are two people who give a talk about growing at the end of the restaurant opening times, but they don't really know the details of what they are saying. I tell people to go to heeley city farm for more info, but it is all hurried. 

Dad has a female soul. I see him, but it is "her" I see and I see his body elsewhere. My sister is with me and she also sees "her". And they are quite alike.