I do not get any scam phone calls nor telemarketers any more
“Believe in the possibility of what you want to achieve:
hold it strongly in your mind and it will happen”
From Doreen valiente “Natural Magic”
Cultures that live in harmony with the environment are labelled primitive and inferior
No doubt many label me “white trash” because I don’t have a pristine lawn and concrete:
Allow leaves to stay on the ground
I don’t kill anything
Don’t use poisons.
People complain that my driveway isn’t concreted.
my trees a mess
and that birds poop on their cars
This cultural attitude is contributing to making all life extinct.
Some one said to me recently “I suppose your house was nice when you first bought it?!“
The house had plastic curtains on the windows
I bought it because it had native trees
Usually because the garden looks messy to your average WASP (White Anglo Saxon Protestant) presumes the inside is a dump?
Before I bought this old holiday house I lived in a four bedroom home with a separate rumpus room and huge pink gum trees in the garden.
The neighbour behind me asked me to chop down the gums in the back yard
When I asked why
he told me that the leaves were falling on the lawn
enjoy your day
CREATIVE CONSCIOUSNESS MEDITATION
I recorded Creative Consciousness meditation earlier this century at the request of a psychic development group that I was running at the time.
TREE MEDITATION paraphrased from Mother Wit by Diane Mariechild —- it is a great book if you can find it.
Am sure you are better at finding things on Google etc than me 😛 — I couldn’t find it.
Also from Mother Wit
Past life regression
and be kind tonon humans
(I earned fifty cents on my books this year so I assure you my motivation is to help not make a profit)
In the following book I hope to help those who wish to develop their clairvoyant abilities.
In “The Clairvoyant Experiences Of A Sceptic” I told a few of my clairvoyant experiences.
Listening to others similar stories made me realize that
it is so much better if you can have these experiences first hand.
Not a literary masterpiece but a true story.
And there are so many amazing stories omitted so as not to break client confidentiality.
The second part I wrote as therapy and had not intended to include.
It wasn’t included in the original l publication
It got a five star review in 2018
I wrote and published this sci fi short story beginning April 2017 when the human population was only 7.4 billion:
It is now close to 8 billion.
Our cultural norms and the Protestant Ethic are causing the extinction of all life:
So much has changed for the better in my lifetime but the problem is that there are way too many of us.
I have personally seen the flora and fauna just disappear.
It upsets me that all other life forms are almost extinct because of human thoughtless.
I thought that I would quote a few lines from my short sci fi story:
“The Nirahns whom could see close ups of the planet on their “view screen” saw people and buildings just disappear. One minute there were humans and buildings all over the planet. And then they were gone. They watched vegetation grow at an accelerated speed.
Kunapipi/Anne awoke on the first day of the New Earth. She had slept in a humpy and awakened to kookaburras laughing.”
I chose the name Kunnapipi as she is an Indigenous Australian mother goddess:
But this story is not about the “real” Kunnapipi.
and be kind to non humans
I AM RE – BLOGGING THIS TO SNAP MYSELF OUT OF “POOR ME” MODE:
MY HEALTH ISSUES PREVENT MY COPING WITH BASIC THINGS LIKE
Hence I cannot keep myself busy to stop brooding:
AND I AM NOW PETLESS
MY REMAINLING CAT DIED IN JULY
MY DOG DIED ON THURSDAY
Several years ago now my youngest granddaughter (who has been teaching in the UK for a couple of years ) asked me how we survived before television.
We played in the street:
Went for long walks, exploring:
It was safe for children in South Australia back then:
And we had sing alongs often.
Karaoke isn’t the same:
But musos having a “jam” session would be similar:
My Dad and his brother (who grew up on their parents farm in Yorkshire)
Would sing old war songs:
ROLL OUT THE BARRELL
They would also Recite “Albert and the Lion”
This is Stanley Holloways version
Apologies for the “flash” –I have several scanners but none compatible with this laptop –so photographed the photograph.
Dad had such a dry sense of humour:
I would have to tell people that he was joking.
I love his funny sayings—only sharing a couple:
“You’re not very often right
but you’re wrong this time”
If you worry you die
If you don’t worry you die
So why worry”
Stay safe and happy during this pandemic
Decided to post photos of my dog for my own nostalgia
I also know many love animal pictures.
Riley was given to me the day after I buried my previous dog:
I bought two cats from the vets in 2015
Intended to have a cat run built.
One cat, Nim, ripped his stomach open,
but after several surgeries and home nursing he got better,
only to disappear while I was in hospital Good Friday 2015
— I fell crossing the road and shattered my right arm:
My furry family together
The other cat, Bukkandi died a few months ago
he was only six
I just love this video because it shows how expressive their faces are
Riley was euthanized yesterday 5th November 2020
I have numerous pictures of him:
Only sharing a few
Riley was the only dog I have had that didn’t appear to stress when it was thundering:
But he didn’t like ambulance or police sirens:
he would mimic same
I am grateful to the vets:
and staff at Riverport Veterinary Hospital:
for their help and support
and their patience with me.
Nurses collected Riley for his blood test because I wasn’t well enough or able to take him:
the Vet brought him home so that I could sit with him when he had the overdose of anesthetic.
enjoy your day
At the beginning of every month I post this on Facebook –– to show how grown up I am
A PINCH AND A PUNCH
FOR THE FIRST OF THE MONTH
AND NO RETURN
(This photo was taken when I was seventy — Friends told me that I would never cope with the walk at the Coorong — and I did)
Enjoy your weekend
It is Beltane here in OZ
The sabbats are seasonal:
so in the southern hemisphere it is Beltane (MayDay)
In the northern hemisphere it is Samhain (Halloween)
Beltane was a fertility festival where the villages would come together:
This way “in- breeding” – in the same village was lessened.
A child conceived at Beltane was considered special.
We witches in the days before Wicca became popular; and before “political correctness” ;
jokingly called it the “Nookie Festival.”
Bright Nookie! 😀
This is me at the very first Australian Wiccan conference in 1984. At spring equinox:
Where I heard the song “Burning Times” by Charlie Murphy:
My favourite version is by Spiral Dance:
Enjoy your celebrations:
and be kind and respectful of non human life forms
–the continued existence of all life depends on it
As you can see this is an old book of mine:
Australian psychologist and hypnotherapist, Peter Ramster created a television documentary in 1981 He also wrote a book that was published in 1980 Called “The Truth About Reincarnation” where he regresses subjects to past lives for which he is able to check details.
I have experienced many past life regressions am only going to share three.
The first past life regression that I experienced was at a psychic group at Kent Town SA. (I think it was 1980)
Instead of a guided meditation the man running this group took us back to our very last life.
Only four of us achieved this and everyone else complained that it was supposed to be a meditation.
I wrote mine down in an exercise book as soon as I got home. I kept this book for years but it disappeared last century when my 2nd husband moved out. Pity!
I still remember much of the information from this regression.
I was an American Marine in Borneo either during or just after the Second World War. At the time I had no idea the war went to Borneo. I checked all the information that I could in the library. I also didn’t like the “Yanks” back then so had no desire to be one. I have since visited the USA and know how friendly and welcoming Americans are.
I died when the b12 I was in (using the gun; not the pilot) was shot down. This sensation of spinning downwards to my death was brought back to me in this present incarnation when a pilot friend took me up in a Victor (two seater aeroplane) cut the motors and spun the plane downwards without warning me. (He was trying to show off.)
I was 19; male and the middle child of three boys. My name was Harold. I saw my home but not my parents.
As I was born this life in February 1949 I would have come straight back after I died. But knowing that I do not understand the nature of reality and accepting that time doesn’t really exist anything is possible.
A friend of mine took me to a past life.
I was walking toward a well in a cobblestone courtyard.
As soon as I appeared everyone else scattered.
Immediately I came back to waking reality and couldn’t stop laughing.
I said “I don’t know who I was but they didn’t like me.” (I may have been a leper?)
I was a nun at the time of the “Inquisition”: burned to death for advocating for women who were being tortured until they confessed to being witches and then put to death.
I have used this “meditation” with my Wiccan groups
and my psychic development groups
If you don’t “see’ in this meditation just acknowledge how you feel and concepts that come into your mind.
(another clairvoyant old me years ago that the reason I “see” is that I wouldn’t believe it if i didn’t”
Which is true!)
If you want to “see”persevere and you will!
and be kind to non humans