The Best of Trump yet to come!i

Posted on September 27, 2018 by girlsfromthegreenstuff

You got to be thick-skinned these days to remain an independent,indigenous, individual sort of jolly these days. Or I’m another girl on Another planet!
The 5 Big giants in tech Gulag mass spying social engineering systems are hell-bent on keeping us entertained, entrained, enslaved & placed in pens.

Norfolk Broads…

After my day trip to Norfolk last week to have my palms read by world-class John Fensham as he explained my innate cosmic Air hands
to being of huge sensitivity as my demeanour is that of a harbinger bird fluttering from here to there in higher lands up in the skies & that Air hands are In-tune with spiritual matters however my hands are also water divining instruments & body working is essential which works with my therapeutic stance that is my greatest self-serving act of believing in free thinking regardless of race, creed, faith etc & my purpose to wake me up! And that my intuition is huge gift with my Appolo Ring finger divine! Ha!

The point I’m making in my first paragraph is this:

I love Trump

Trump speaking at the United Nations General Assembly

Trump blasted the whole auditorium at the United Nations was genius. I love the way he stands up against The Globalists Agenda. Period. He is tearing up the Skull Duggery purgatory tax fiddling nations & in transparency! Hoorah! I pray he doesn’t get taken down like Kennedy.
We are all under fire today as the mainstreams are refusing to talk about Q & despise Trumps Tweets. I totally got into tweet world even though Jack Dorsey, fat cat owner is struggling with his narrative because the giant 5 Big Gulag techs are deciding who goes on these platforms and who doesn’t.

1984

Wake up people… stop living in low vibe land, eating mass processed foodstuffs, vaccinating your babies, limping along, in this codex alimentary war. Turn off the Main Stream Monopolies. Read 1984.
Our food is dis-eased, our water fluoridated, our air spewed with chem trails & our soils sprayed with hundreds of chemicals. It’s a lie. It’s psychotic & it’s extremely despotted & by this I have a wave of Haters convinced I’m mad. Hated for being an individaul non lefty, or non righty…just in betweeny!

I no longer bother with Mass pys-ops Zuckerberg & al platforms as the algorithms look out for words like: Trump, GMO’s, Zionism, Terrorists
And anything that goes against the Globalists Mass Eugenics War on mankind.

Bill Gates, George Soros, Sir Geoffrey Pattie, Lord Malloch-Brown, SERCO & the Internet Of all things are behind the hideous world Globalist crimes. I highly suggest you do your own R&D.
These mass propaganda mechanisms are droning and cloning the masses into a huge weaponised false narrative.

Me? I’m an environmentalist & totally dancing to high vibes of source, God of my innate being and local, organic & seasonal.

I totally am done with following Duopolies that demand you choose one or the other. I would rather eat my shit than pay to play with thieves, murderers, liars, pedo’s & destroyers of our beautiful landscapes & indigenous humanity.
Meaning I’d be happy if we all returned to local permaculture practices & self prevention in our medicinal fields of consciousness .

And the worse joke of all is We Pay for our demise.

The psychotic system is freaking out, panicking and the rats are jumping ship.
Those under spotlight are singing like canaries as the world wakes up from a massive 70 year campaign of horrific dumb downing. Zombie numbing. De-sensitising. As Normalisation of transhumance & transgendering hit the young innocents.

George Soros sponsoring the New World ordering – backing Me Too, LBGT, Black Lives Matter, take care, pull the curtain back & look! Soros is banned from his own nation- Hungary.

Both Soros & Carlos Slim who owns The New York Times, are funding the Colour Revolution paying for protesters like those odd bods in Antifa & wanting disruption against anyone who thinks outside of the box.
These nefarious man are in the business of lying, stealing, murdering, dividing, conquering, through the dark arts of honey potting, black mailing, kiddy fiddling using cloak & dagger skull duggery.

Trump is the real deal bringing back jobs, industry & the military. He is not an enemy of the people.

No matter what the poison minds of mass media say. They are paid shills.

The play for players – pedostate, pedowood- Hollyweird and human grooming traffickers are being found out, the light is on them as The CEOs run for their lives.

Bill Cosby, Weinstein, Spacey, Keith Rainer, Alison Mack are the first big ones to get caught… watch Epstein, the Clinton’s, Podesta’s, Obama’s, Bushes & those great actors fall into a different spot light. They are panicking as are The Crown privy MI6 crew here. The 5 Eyes & all the clowns.
Game on. And Watch observe how the lame stream media on both sides, continue mass hatredness to anyone who is not a Deepstate, Globalist shadow entity.

As a child who was abused by my family, I know PTSD. I’m a survivor &
In times a thriver.
Watch out.
We’re waking & finally ascending from the murky swamp. Ta

The NEW World Order & Giant Tech is taking down free speech- censorship & taking us down the 1984 idiot stick totalitarianism route..

Posted on August 8, 2018 by girlsfromthegreenstuff

via The NEW World Order & Giant Tech is taking down free speech- censorship & taking us down the 1984 idiot stick totalitarianism route…wake up kiddos… !

We Are All Gods…

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Right readers and Mia Manners, yes that’s me, that’s you, that is humanity and all things that are interrelated, interdependent. I sit here warm, enthusiastic and aware that I am PART of this earth and that my task in coming back, was to jolly well unleash the beautiful unbridled, passionate parts of myself as I grow through my pain, and I become more awake whilst my rampant child like self-will tantrum from time to time, wishing to keep me in a fixed state of survival and not much else. I remember when I came to earth all those years ago, that somewhere inside of me, was an innate record of why and how I should unfold in this plane of planes and become the strong, female of the rooted species of which I belong and the bridging of how I came to choose through the great Gods and Goddesses of our making and become a unique individual, sovereign and fine on my own divine path, creating my own chaos and order in an impermanence of play. Phew that’s a monologue!

I was born in the Age of Pisces still, meaning Jesus Christ our beloved hippy founding on Son of God, whom gave us all permission to become Gods and Goddesses and rise out of our love of materials and worshipping outside of ourselves, He, Jesus gave us alongside the great other enlightened bodies, like Buddha, Lao Tao, Aristotle, Plato, Hari-krisna and so on..us all permission to be sovereign souls walking, waking, and all supporting each other, not killing, dividing and conquering as we have seen over the past few thousand years.

Of course, this is great news for all and every sentient being, but for some that would be way to unconditional and easy…what everyone can become a God and Goddess? NO no, said some, and those that said no, were the leading lights, the Kings and Queens, The Masters of Manipulation, Authorities and Religious supreme spiritual ordering types, all vying for the titles and deeds of Mothers Earths natural resources to keep those power houses topped up and in league with the devil of a certain specific attention to detail in the laws and secret societies and of course in the past three hundred years we are right enmeshed in the Materialist Scientists who felt that nature was nothing really but to be plundered for profit, greed and insanity in Banking Dynasties all in bed shagging each other, hiding behind their paid members of fighting historic industries all hell-bent on keeping their acts of bloodletting, money laundering and lending in the name of dark arts. Of which now we are beginning to see the timelines split as pedophilia, ritualistic players and top down Elites are the baddies in this time in human awakening.

The Ancient Cultural Wisdoms of Great Magnitude, that held the keys to enlightenment were suppressed, chased down, and so pushed away from the ordinary folks, farmers, artists and such like that cared for the Celtic traditions, the community, the open seasonal cycles, spiralling cosmical in a living landscape, within the wonder of the nature of its indigenous people’s, tribes, inherent cultures al interdependent on our home and the earth that we all love, called Mother Earth.

And then those wars. The horror, the grief of the twentieth century – the one that really changed man, and cut his heart out, The First World War, whole villages, of men, brothers, fathers, sons, husbands, lovers, poets, carpenters, skilled men, unskilled men, boys, were killed in a war that was led behind the lines, far-far away in the secret cabals of secret societies, men in lodges, men who ran the banks, men who leant monies to make the machines, the bombs, and whip up ‘National Pride’ in gathering armies, in going over the top, and in the barbarism, the blood-letting, the awful horrid unseen like psychopaths who rely on us, the strange men without hearts for each other who kept rising up for their continued masked covert games, as they spread their wide nets through the killing fields, reaping rewards in death, terror, grotesque horror all reliant on the age-old arts creating enemies out of men,children, women, nations, into divisive, all-conquering, nationwide false flag wavers in well-practiced environments of repeated, established scenarios.

This for me, these darkest days before the brightest dawn of the shadowy consciousness that now sweeps across the world from the same well rehearsed pom games of poisoning our minds with the alt right and alt left narratives, dividing us up, conquering us as slaves as we continue to battle under the banners of choosing left or right cos otherwise the bogeyman is coming to get you…leading us to The Separation Rhetoric of the Secret Societies that now we recognise in the sayings of illuminati, or Bilderberg, or Roma 300, or plain Banking families who keep us in constant poverty consciousness, scarcity, fear mongering, and on it goes as my Aunty Shelia would say.

Inner Free Wheeling Journey of Individual Wonderment! But first there’s that Birth Certificate we sign and agree to give up our FREE WILL

However this journey, I have been on for many eons, years, months, minutes, hours, are now on timelines that no longer interest me, have all led me to my inner free wheeling journeying of self discovery.

I turned and faced my inner demons, my inner child, my innerself in all my acts and downfalls in recalibration, discombulaton and then open surgery on grief, that gave me the tools to transfigure and learn about love, and how abusive I had held onto those behaviours or my repeating characters such as my own inner tyrant telling me how I was useless, a story given to me by my father, and my mother telling me the bond was broken many years ago, which was harrowing in itself, as to not have my own mother, how did that impact on the Great Mother? And of course Aunty Binks, the neglectiful step mother who put me down at every turn.

HA! Then the systems we grow up in, school, Police, Law and Order, all authoritarian figures in their shadowy old books, their hands in all the pots & pies, the fields, and of course we AGREE to these systems from the minute we enter through and sign our signatures on the birth certificate, We then become enslaved to that law, made to captivate and keep us. I began to join up the dots, and in doing so, I realised the only way I would come up out of the rabbit hole, was by surrendering to God, to Mother Earth, to me, to me, to me, not to what I had always thought was what controlled me, my life, my outward bound story. I realised the unseen cabal, the blood letters, the chi energy stealers, the hoi polloi, the global agenda racketeers, were now rising up out of the depths of deep muddied water, out of the belly of the beast, out of my gut, and I was one of themand then ON to them. I could sense, I had been used, abused, and as I am that sort of human that has been here before, I could sense, that beast, the tyrant, the persecutor, the feeder, the enabler, the victim, the blame gamer, the told you so, those voices, those feelings, those dark old aged game of throne players, all wanting to keep hold of their power, at all costs, I began one by one, to face them, challenge that long-held played game. And in doing so, that voice began to stop and I began to become my own Author. There, twinkling in the sunshine was me always there, that little voice, that little lost voice, now focused towards right doing, right thinking, right being, with sincere work leading to my redemption and my resolution.

So Who are these unseens that make all the decisions and wreak havoc with us on a mass conscious level and then we, the individuals go about choosing which deity, God, group, club, religion, we choose to be on and so in that moment we trigger our efficacy upon a few well thought our indoctrination, planners, if you will, and hand all our power over to that system, society, club. This suggests we are born by birth in the great cosmic spirals and through our genetic, ancestral, heritage, we make a deal with God, to wake up and remember Who Am I, and then we get on with having all the good and bad luck, the homelessness, the rejection, the abandonment, the ectasy, the loss, the scarcity models, the abuse, the way we treat ourselves, the lack of faith in ourselves, in our trusting of our innate nature to all things sentient that lay within our intracellular systems and as we all become illuminated and self aware, we can unlock those dormant pathways.

And begin to set ourselves FREE into our-Cell-elves !

Intuition is my guide to all things that raise me upwards to self betterment that lead me to self-awareness..

This is ancient work that mankind needs remember, and then to start the deep self work, and start the process of wondering, questioning, feeling those feelings, letting them come up and not reacting, how and why in certain times of the day, the night, the this, the that, we, I , you, feel tired, sad, angry, frustrated, scared, fearful, mad, crazy, unhappy, hurt, addicted, and we are all seeking our purpose, our sense of order in a world out there, on the main stream, that depicts fear as its rule of thumb and for me, I have found that I had those entities living in side of me, in my gut, my solar plexus and sacral heart, and that those unseen, those unmentionables were totally living on my psyche, my body, my essence and would crave upheaval, mental and emotional mayhem, would love to feed off me in states of my own self fear perpetual nightmares and cycles of feeding. I was taken and used freely, however much duress by these unwelcome unseens loved to suck on my chi energy, parasitical being invited in so to speak, in my free will.

Once I began to surrender towards my own break downs, my own gods will, my own belief in my intuition that held me upwards every single time, though all the confusion, destruction, and self loathing, all parts of self; I began the process of self-examination, and down that rabbit hole I a-went. In the burrowing, and seeking, searching and freaking out, crying like a baby, waking bit by bit, dumping much about me, letting go, releasing, remembering, I came up from that rabbit hole and I found, I found, myself. I shook with joy, I chose to understand how it feels not to be seeking approval in all that I do, which was my biggest triggers, that disempowered and traumatically left me with gaping holes, and then the people pleasing, all that stuff and blame gaming, I unravelled and opened up to Gods Country, to Jesus, to Mary, to Mary Magdalena, to Green Tara, to Hatha, to my guides, to my angels, to my ancestors, to deepening and courageously I felt my old rebirthing techniques, I began to see, feel, hear, death as my birth and all the sex, drugs, drama, started to make sense, and I began to laugh, and discover the only thing that I was fearful of, was me.

I was scared of my own divinity, my own sovereignty, my own self love and ability to connect to source, to God, to Goddess, to angels, to Guides to Nature.

Into the Conscious Fields of Energy, ah sweet sounds, sweet smells, sweet feelings, sweet sites……sweet tastes…..Sweet life…leading me to..

My rooting accessibility began to unfold and clear and drop into the laps of my own place in the universe and I began to trust in the process of living.

Now for the real work!

Thank you…:)

The End of the World as we know..a new generation is raising upwards from the depths of the never never…

Posted on May 3, 2018 by girlsfromthegreenstuff

David Attenborough on the most wonderful but heart breaking staple on the BEEB’s Blue Planet 2 said, “8 million tonnes per year are dumped out to sea”….yes a bugger of a lot and I am seriously wondering where we are all going to end up…and how did we get so mother fucking lazy that we are chronically killing ourselves and our beautiful planet…what is going on and who gets to keep making that fossil fuel shite that is causing so much horror world-wide and not only that, in our food chain its everywhere…no wonder when I came back this time, I had already developed a self-awareness to the destructive marching of greed and grim determination to keep wrecking earth, my home and yet I have passed on DNA ancestral blueprints of resonating energy that holds all records of life.

I came from an upbringing of shame, guilt, misogyny, cruelty and put downs. I was naturally being groomed to become a high res people please and seeker of approving. – perfect material for the unseens or archons.

Oh No! Where will all this plastic go after just one night in the Brixton Academy!

I thought I was a great mother up to now and yet I feel completely powerless in knowing how the current system is failing and the idea of supporting and waving flags for the hyper-matrix controllers, that require our free will agreeable to the system of ecological collapse and synthetic solutions to a male domination of old paradigm masters that have created through sheer force and hidden occultism a disregard for the health and wellbeing for future generations and our individual self-ability to adapt and become authentic in our gainful passion to soul seek-age as they thrust on their Free Masons, Deep State, Illuminati, Global Agenda mother fuckers…….

We are part of nature, part of that lore, part of that whole individual uprising, and to this do I offer my kin and baby girl a planet filled with nature, diversity, inspiration, community and a totally changed outlook to the current model we are all living under? What have I learned that can impart a strength that her being here is to come out and sweep away the old regime. It is a terrifying prospect and yet somehow, there is a new drum beating from a resonance that those who seek, find.

And so I think back to my own youth- was it any different? Were we just as hemmed in by commerce, and seeking stuff to consume to feed our fragile egos, insecurities. ..In our age there were no mobiles, plug-ins, Apps, gaming, well not really and it allowed for our telepathy and memory to serve us well as we used phone boxes, ran about the streets, lanes, countryside and parks, looking out for something, someone, some show how, and show up as we took on the new world of analogue, taping slowly, deliberately and the crackle and joy of vinyl being loaded up from Tower Records and others all now gone, books, tele-programming Top of the Pops, The Tube, John Peel, Radio Luxembourg with Beatle Hour on the hour, we had it all or so we thought following the light fantastic, kid talks in the play ground what was on Top of the Pops, all down to your own unique tastes. Of course looking back one feel’s the shadows, and lights, photographs, colours, smells, glimpses of a honey hazed pastoral and parochial past. There also seemed to be wildlife, insects, bees, life! In fact there were a lot of natural parts to play in our growing up.

And for me a hearth, a fire.. I was rather a helpless, haphazard, chaotic and went anywhere if someone suggested something. I was ready to go out into the world to make up my life, as I struggle to find Metta’s next stage in her life pathways of a mix of apprenticeships, college, 6th Form, grappling with what do you want to do?? Bumping, crashing, crying, and worrying as to what is it that she must do in order to live a full life? I had no clue that within a matter of months I would be kicked out of the farm, and pushed to find out who what and how do I live a life when my own parents asked me not once, what are you going to do? I knew I wanted to be an actress, and yet I managed by flight and fight to figure out once I came to London I had assets, imagination, youth, enthusiasm! I began an arduous and also wonderful campaign of collecting things, people, boys, parties, adventures, experimenting, squatting, new blasting open society came at a young, slender, auburn haired farmers daughter and yet that I did possess skills that offered up invitations as I cleaned and cooked, grew and learnt to feel my way towards a sparkly innovative illumination carrying sensory preceptors that matched mine. That I could safely lend my own willingness to educate in the unknown growing exponentially. By bringing my open natural countryside ways, I imprinted a newness in my own making and in the mid 80’s London had the magic and fear to push forward to cultural underground happenings. I continuously had all the ingredients to keep making things up as I went along, the recipe book was in itself, new, tribal, active, seeking, exploring, different to anything any of us of our generation, could really say, Woah! We went against the government, Thatcher and her crony capitalist mates on the make for all things privy and privileged.

I was homeless a hundred times or more, like the men I slept with, a hundred times and more, and I kept it going because I was horny, hormonal and mad for the attention. I swirled around a con-vortex that never gave up. Unlike my daughter today who stands in a different mould, though I birthed her, with new knowledge that I have opened in this plutonian era. She emulates all those qualities and defects, upgraded if you will and totally strong from my own standing of that age. Metta-Angel grounds allowing her lashes, questions, to alert my own lacks as she screamed: Mum, I dont know what the fuck I am doing and want to do in my life? School has let her down, her own ability to recognise that school is all about the results and not the teaching, the glorious old role to inspire and educate whilst real learning could happen..

It really started for me in 1987 – the year of the Harmonic ConvergenceAs I stood upon The Tor upon my 21st, I was given lessons to the importance of that unfoldment opening Ancient portals to Ageless Wisdoms promoting the end of the world as we knew. Dualistic patriarchal paradigms have been waning through the crack that opened on the darkest century of man and his entrapment to the Dark Arts against the Great Feminine Devine or Our Great Mother of All We Are, and to allow for full disclosure to expunge all the woundings of secret mastery occults coming to a shadowy surface upon a 25 year period known as the Nano years. This period leading to 2012, heralded Acid House, rave culture, the rise of the internet, data collecting and more dreadful skull duggery to come up and out. I digress. And I think the awakening of the man that seeks.

A time to grow up eventually, and find oneself out in the milieu of self. My generation in that period stopped drinking in lobbyist Public bars, and pubs, whilst we were in fields with fires, dancing together not at the stage but with each other in the wilderness of beats, drums, whistles, anywhere that would house music our chance meetings. Warehouses, churches, anywhere that was liberated by the spirit of the times to break away from convention and party like there’s no tomorrow, unsupervised, unlawful and energy shaping and forming to grow seeds of discontent to break down and open our aims as we met all different groups from class, backgrounds, in didn’t matter we were free motivated by dance, community and becoming our own Gods and Goddesses. We were all drawn together by those times that took a whole new crusade up to the calling arms as a whole new set of rules were here – our self determination for truth. We were powerful because we were mixing in different groups and dimensions depending our own unique trajectory.

Whilst the main stream continued and continues to align to common drudgery & monotony of status quo’s, insidious and lower vibes as the paper keeps printing and we keep believing that money, oil, are still worth worshipping; and the need to know that so long as I continue my unique navigator story that contains the seeds of ancient know-how that essentially create vital winds of change without borders, continuing with the promotion of love and kindness to all living things, then we all have that self germinating potential. We all have a duty to stand up and make high vibes for the rightious and break out from the gremlins, and soul suckers harvesting our indigenous humanity.

The time has come to let go of everything you think is true and hold dear to what you really innately already know, that the divine will of humanity and cosmic natural lore, resonates allowing a parent with a young adult the encouragement of seeking their own course without judgement and blame-gaming. Otherwise one will go simply mad!

My Own Declaration of interdependence from the State and dirty politics, earth destroyers and things that go bump in the night…

Posted on March 15, 2018 by girlsfromthegreenstuff

I have plenty of talent and plenty to do and not to get caught up in Q posts,Q The deep grimy back stabbing state, duplicitous red and blue poli-ticks, and raise my consciousness to meet why I am here and who am I and not to be bothered in the blurry lines of mass media control, attached to mass pharma poisoning and mass intense food dumbing down programmes…rather to approach my life with my love for life, my keenness to express without who said what and when and to be truly authentic for my own safety and wellness…I do enjoy underground press, alternative media and other forms of inspirational narratives, but I do not stand by war mongers, deforesters, mass Pharma pushing, Mass Agri-intense destroyers of all creatures on this beautiful and rich biodiverse earth.

I do not stand by those who line their pockets by the blood and guts of children trafficking, exploitation of the masses through the media, and all things that ruin the land that we all come from. I am interested in harnessing my own wellbeing-ness by choosing what is right and what feels good, this being the sun, the wild and wonderful unpredictable weather, the way the elementals and seasons combine to grow up the food, the good unadulterated organic food, the seasonal and slow processing of growing and making, of knowing that the fruit in my jam this morning was picked by my own hand and made at home. To learn every day that it is a gift to be here. To appreciate what I have and NOT what I don’t. To keep working towards my greatest passions that are so embedded with my love for nature, that being little clods of grass in the verge at the edge of the road. That the flowers sprouting up in a city wall, are miracles. That we humans are so befuddled and dragged down by all the so called exciting stuff out there to be conquered, over come, with the constant thinking I must get that in order to feel this. That that of which is outside of ourselves is all just an illusion.

I am here. I have made it. I have come from afar but close enough to recognise that this is paradise. I have felt the cold hand of homelessness, of hunger, of being not good enough by my parents and peers alike. I have felt ashamed at my growing up as my fathers words still are at the front of my thinking – you nearly lost me the farm. I am aware that my mother was a victim and it carried deep with in my own thinking a lot. I am yet also so happy that in a strange way I have had the stories that are deeply sparkling in my electrons and magnetic feels of embodiment and sharp synapses that snap and uncurl great enthusiastic balls of potential. That even though my father was extremely cruel on many levels I survived and I loved my father so so much. That every kind word was to be held deeply in my heart for ever. And when my mother was happy, smiling around her beloved horses, and dogs, like I today with my wonderful God Dog job, I think of her. How animals were her success and joy in her vibration. Both my parents gave me nature and all the sentients of this multi magical planet. The parts I play in getting to know who Am I today, are that I recognise that taking mind altering foods and drinks do not work, that my own self reflections are based in the fear and love of making my own amends with and without others.

I have to say that things are unfolding fast and that I was initially going to write about my observations in Trumpism, I’ve been so enthralled with his narrative & as is to ask is Trump a troll for the New World Order and all the Deep state horrors or is he motivated to actually draining that stinky duplistic swamp?

And so I travelled down another rabbit hole that left me feeling very discombobulated, appalled and reeling that the deep state is foul, anti Mother Earth, and all sentient vibrations whilst low sucking lower archaic and archonic blood chi energy rely on other things trying to control through unconsciousness as their false gods attach insanely to great harvesting of humanity. Erghhhh get me away from that fourth dimension!

That we know deep down, in our bellies that the world is not what we think or seem to think. Many of my own feelings have been split in two.

The Swamp of cloak and daggers, skull duggery, msm dualistic blab blab blab

Are you here with us? or are you a terrorist? That seems to be the level of playing on a field full of deception.

I now see for myself that in my lacks I made up stories and some are true and some are just stories. I have much more to do than to worry and obsess about who does what and why, and remind my self that I love love love things and people and this planet called Earth. I am not interested in those vibrations that keep my stomach swollen and odd. I have had a strange stomach for the past year or two, my gut laden with some sort of entity or creature. So I have stepped up with the flora and fauna bacteria to mulch my deep seated gut into action with the help of Gregory Sams master of organic fermented drinks. I am blessed to be making my own apple kefir that explodes if not careful when opening. Greg gave me some great mothers!

I am happy that I am now on a new spring like trajectory that means I am not going to be distracted by the under currants of skull duggery, back stabbing, lying, thieving, and so on.

I am glad that I have the people around me who care about what they eat, how they stand up for their own unique beliefs and that we are all connected by the great source of life that gives us water, air, wood, metal and earth. I am glad that at this time in life I am blessed with the fortune of growing up on a farm, to a mad farmer who did things his own unique eccentric way.

When I saw the psychic last year, she was clear that John Manners was desperate to tell me how much he loved me and how he was sorry for his reckless and selfish own victimisation of his fear to stand by his daughter. I know he touched me up as a baby and a toddler. I know this to be true however I am working on now being the best version of myself and moving myself away from those that try to harm and take me to another place that is dark. I know that darkness exists, for without the dark, there could be no light. I know right from wrong and that as my diary page unfolds my beautiful hands give way to my heart, to my mind, to my body and allow the tumbling of words to flow at ease and in readiness to make the best of what I am.

My Dad in our kitchen on The Common Farm..2008

This book has changed everything…

I am therefore creating a story called Children of The Soil, that runs with my life long passion of interrelating to the wonder of micro and macro organisms any the sentient calling of all life on earth, in the universe, in the heavens and in the deep deep dark underbelly the womb and the life giving that she our Great Elder, Our wonderful Grandmother Mother Earth, who gives all her children the opportunity to wake up and walk lightly as our great ancestors did before us and now they are here in my heart, in my thinking, in my righteousness to talk closely in my dreams, in my soul, in my deep deep connection to earth that all is well and that her concerns are that we as individuals not get caught up in dark dark lower vibrations that are yes here, but our mother is telling us to go outside and look and feel and touch and be apart of nature, not the dark web, the dark dark days when women were killed for being healers who had the art and crafts of the fields, the woods, the herbs that scattered across the great swathes of the countrysides, in the cities, in the villages and towns..that each parochial interdependent part was bound together to help and heal, not though of what our past did to eachother in the grim thundering of science and industrialisation that brutalised our breathens and sisters. That the enemy is within and that the mind can be trained with an uplift in the glory of ascension of self realisation of self care, of self awareness. That we must turn towards our own sovereignty again and again and not get caught in the hum drum low vibe of men with swords and without due connection to earth.

This is how we have come, from the clay, the soil, the great life giving mulching, mixing alchemy that gives us our daily bread, our delicious fruit and gracious flowers….The need for me is to stop dragging myself into a place that harms, is toxic, is gray and bound with bondage…I have been in bondage all of my life. I have struggled to make sense of any thing and everything. I am a child. I am also a woman and a survivor of external and internal battling. I have grown up to feel dirty and at times pure. I am both of the parts of all things that we humans are.

In all things on this planet, we are creators and for this, I am no longer aligned to the malpractices of those who wish harm on Mother Earth and Father Sun…I am interested in the making and growing up of myself to become that of which I chose to come – A Rainbow Warrior of this Great Earth…Ta x

Eat Organic, feel-dynamic no matter what you are told it costs…

Posted on January 16, 2018 by girlsfromthegreenstuff

I am on the floor crying my eyes out feeling so close to all that was and all that has gone…reading Dark Mountain blogs(Dark Mountain get involved )which is all about the stories and myths of now and beyond…so many animals and insects are being lost to the world wide use of pesticides and GMO’s, and insecticides, all ecocides, all destroying human bacteria and natural diversity that keep us pollinating and luscious in life….we are literally drowning in chemicals and I cant stop crying….

I stopped my beloved smoking on December 14th 2017. ON the biggest adventure of my life to Costa Rica to absorb not the grey plumes of years of medication on drawing up into my lungs the grief of my childhood, of loss, of trauma, of pain and separation as I was taught daily by Aunty Binks and her weirdness that somehow we, Johns children were different, were not secure in The Common Farm, and that her children were very much included in all the joys of a protective mother to her own brood. NO Costa Rica was a demonstration to myself, to my daughter that there is more to life than being stoned, being drunk, be self righteous, being in a group of other addicts, of being in therapy, of belonging to something no matter what, and that I am very much my own island. I am not wishing to just go and feel ok about this and that, and be ok for the little attempts I make at writing my little ideas out.

I am deeper and much more than all of that even reading Nelson Mandela’s in augural speech: ‘Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate, our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who Am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented and fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God – Your playing small doesn’t serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people will not feel insecure around you. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It is not in just some of us; it is in everyone. And we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.’

I read a good and simple read on holiday by Brene Brown, Braving the Wilderness – The quest for true belonging and the courage to stand alone. It wasn’t the usual self help book that gives hints and tips for containment and structure by doing certain daily mantra’s and prayers and things with other like minded groups and such like. She herself after years of learning how to recognise the behaviours that we are all seeking the telling of another to do something, external peer factors, institutions, governments, parents, friends and heroes and heroines, but rather that the way to work out things for oneself are not by following the crowd to belong, but to listen inside deeply to why you were called to listen in the first place. It took me out of the crowd and put me back into the wilding of myself. The calling of nature, of all the things I love and wish for.

And again I will reiterate, it is not as though I know best, have tried al manner of self help therapies, groups, organisations etc..of which I have and there is no shame in seeking out what lies deep within, that needs attention, and intention, no, its just that, I have seen a lot of things about how I am and right now, I am ready to do the biggest work.

And it is terrifying.

The Mia of before 2018 wanted very much to keep getting her lungs filled with smoke, to keep the separation of the pain and anguish of years of growing up on the farm, in the fields, around the hedges, in the water meadows, on the animals, riding around, and being a girl outside in freedom with insects, and butterflies and bees and birds wide, far, up close and personal, as an insect would more than ofter land on your tongue or down your throat as you galloped kicking on. There were heaps of insects in my early childhood, and then suddenly I remember quite clearly, Dad saying in middle common, where are the butterflies, the Admiral was usually always around, resilient, and lots of, Swallow tails, skippers, the brown moth, so many others, all suddenly gone. A barren desert and Dad realised that those blasted organo-phosphates Organic had killed the hatcheries and the soil was drenched in these carcinogenic cancerous chemicals killing everything, so he stopped using them, and my own brother Lester took on the organic farm status and the SSSI site walking where by millions of old grasses, vetches, flora and fauna lived and still do, harmoniously in sync over millennia and the forages, animals, voles, moles, rabbit, hare, badger, all part of the glorious majestic ecological bounties of time space that is this earth we called Mother.

WE are her children, her cells, her multitude of life and life sharers, story tellers, myth wonderers, and all part of the a legacy that today is shamefully at the battling pitch of astro turf and synthetic food and pharma that are wrecking human, animal, plant and insect life on earth. The elementals have asked me to wake up, stop using, stop abusing, stop worrying, and get cracking on what I am here for.

I like anyone, like to relax, to joke, to eat well, to hang with dear ones, and to explore the beautiful countrysides of the world, but when I am procrastinating and lying around filled with the ubiquitous and repetitive matrix of ills and dull-dumbs, humdrums, as the world wide web weaves images, sounds, lectures, lessons of work work work for the system of Orwellian be-moths and slave entrapment, down playing the wonders of the world as we scratch our existence out of mediocrity, somehow those world leaders, those prime-ministers, the presidents, those monarchs, and masters of greed, and slavery, are all still here. And Yet, this past three years for me has been very different, and at times I too have just played myself down from my own wonder and willingness to be someone not just another something that works in a job that I don’t like and be in a relationship with someone that I put up with. There is much much more about the way I grew up amongst flowers, and fauna, and fields of consciousness swathed in the pre-first world war Edwardian glory before the mass industrialisation of manmade weapons used against Mother Nature and ourselves. Why did those wars come about and what did they herald other than the normalisation of more wars, terror stories, and made up jargons to keep us perpetually lost and confused. It would seem that man itself had morphed into caricatures and grotesques statues of worshipping the mighty guns, the madness of weapons not just on each other, but on the very nature we have grownup on and told to be true.

Yet somehow something, somewhere in all of the very Confucius underlying, underpinning and tactical jeering on of the normalisation of synthetics versus organics, and blues versus reds, and them and us cat calling.

Are you with us, or with them? The Clintons blared, and The Bushes when the towers came tumbling down. We have all be learnt to choose a side. To be accountable for who to vote, who to pray for, who to shop with, who to look up to…and here’s the thing, not the golden bullet, not the general marching of one or the other like I myself was under. I sought to choose, because that was the trajectory of my history lessons, the winners versus the enemies, the Kings and Queens of Houses, and parliament and all its war criers, and do gooders, all telling us that if you vote blue you get this, and if you vote red, you’ll get that. I was simply going mad. I had simply got lost so I dived underground in a different sort of foraging and found myself reading books about the world without governments, and a world that is a wonder and not something black or white. I broke down again and again, and then realigned to my own inner voice, which is full of pledges to why I came back, and what my messages are.

To promote all things local, organic and seasonal – but how – I realised in Costa Rica, that as much as tica’s and ticu’s Costa Ricans likes to think it is an ecological paradise, of which to a degree it does resonate that way because there are many national heritage sites that are protected from the ball and chain of slavery in mass deforestation across the world, yet the food in that country for a simple vegetarian is not all that it seems.

My choice was rice and beans, and yet the rice was refined, so without its wholeness and nutrient qualities for a good vibration of life force, and the beans refried and not fresh as I’d have liked.

In a nut, apart from eating tonnes of wheat in all its forms and varieties of which here in the UK there is no difference really, the best food for a vegetarian in Costa Rica is the fruit, the wonderful fruit and yet I am doubtful that all is as it seems. Costa Rican’s are getting rather tubby around the waste line. The men have hips and the women are quite tubby. I was shocked but then it is so across the central and south american continents as wheat and meat, cattle mainly and pigs, are culled massively, intensely on the once rich fertile soils of the Amazon, and plateau’s of diversity and richness, now ploughed up and general food mills with general foodstuffs is out of the packet, the can, the freezer, the processed, and the dull taste of the sameness coated in sugars, artificially high, and mass intensively sold in little shops everywhere in coloured plastic packaging. Its not what I thought I would come across. But then I look up north and see how America has turned its land over to Monsanto, Dupont, Syngenta, BASF, General Mills, Krafts, Unilever, and on it goes and we the human populations, keep sucking on the bone of consumerism.

I am aggrieved and concerned.

My daughter and I were there for for just over three weeks and we came back with larger waistlines and the weirdest thing for me, was I was never a great Pizza eater, but as the choice for veggies is down to pasta, pizza, nachos, bread and or meat meat meat, and dining out in Costa Rica is expensive if you are hotelling, and holidaying in that manner, you start to look at cheaper foods and gravitate consciously towards them. But here’s the thing. I think that the wheat in my pizza’s were not only NOT organic obviously, but had hidden drugs in them, as they were morish and I started to salivate towards supper time on the promise of those drugs inside, synthetic, genetic and modified to keep us hooked on the tyranny of mass production and mass intense farming. It had my head swivelling in all manners and I realised that the worse thing ever could happen in Europe as it is in the America’s is that we become wholly dependent on synthetic and mass modified versions of ourselves by GMO’S and ICI’s and all those mass corps of death.

That we could soon really lose our motivation in know- how in eating well, feeling alive, vital and in tune with our senses and perceptions as we turn over our interdependency of all things bright and beautiful, all creatures great and small towards the mass extinction of this anthropocene to destructive broken down bodies that are addicted to the patchy greys, and hues of synthetic mass produced scientific money making destroyers of our friendly gut and flora bacteria needed in our own biochemical worldly organisms. That the world we inhabit is losing its abundant teeming fisheries and watery pastures as the desertification of mass money making schemers keep us fed with low thudding dull eating cocktails of listless and sickness foodstuffs, keeping us down and out of our second hearts, and brains that is the body.

WE are all going through the heavy weight return of Capricorn in Saturn, its ruler after years in exile reaching Sagittarius in its last house which is the new teachings of man and beast coming together, the myths, the stories, the whole mysteries of universal and ancient herstories and histories.

We all got a chance to remember who we are. And I for one, have come back to point in a one direction of our relationship to the soil and to the food we eat and the wonder of biodiversity.

I am a farmers daughter, who did smoke many a quarter, and yet I have one mission and that is to remember we are made of clay and we return to clay in the soils, the humus and the activity of death, rebirth and death. And that should we continue to keep ploughing up the lands to turn over to chemical synthetic burning acidification stretches across the belly of our great Mother, we in-turn will die under our own forgetfulness that we are so much part of this world in all its beauty and sentience and glory and past and future and now present awakenings. We know the shift is here. We know many new borns are here and many old ones have returned to face the cloying and destructive greedy war mongers. There is another way and it is the trinity. It is the upwelling from the source of soil, and mulch and insects, and worms, and millepedes and fungi, and mycelium and photosynthesis and roots and wood and bark and leaves and plants, it is all that we are.

I am redesigning my life and it hurts not to dull and medicate and trance myself out. I am asking my higher powers to allow for myself to die so I may be reborn, nourished and able to transmit the electrolytes and multitude of universal and earthly sub-atomical quantum molecules into the fires of ageless wisdoms and do the job I was meant to do and be.

To Stand up for Mother Earth.

To party with purposes.

To eat organic and will gratitude.

To share my own knowledge as a child of the universe…or something along those lines….

pointing to the right way of thinking, in order to have the right frequencies pushed out and beyond right back down to earth.

Arundhat Roy the corporate revolution will collpase if we refuse to buy what they are selling..their ideas, their version of history, their wars, their weapons, their notion of inevitablitiy....jpg

Plugged in, drugged up and zombies on the rise…

Posted on October 9, 2017 by girlsfromthegreenstuff

Here today

Watching Louis Theroux’s excellent take on Dark America series http://www.bbc.co.uk/iplayer/episode/b0991fsb/louis-theroux-dark-states-1-heroin-townand the way she treats her people and how there is a pandemic of people using pain killers first that lead on to heroin use…..last nights eye-opening yet oddly familiar reporting on how synthetic opiates were designed by Big Pharma to initially help with pain across all paths, and an undercurrent of managing how heroin addicts transient to their man-made alternatives which could be monitored to reduce down how much an addict used, has led to almost one in ten Americans across the country becoming addicted to pain killers, opiates, illegal or not. We have Louis Theroux showing the world that pain killers made by pharmaceuticals, are now taking normal people into the world of poppy magic.

A few weeks ago I had a lovely couple come to stay from America, who run an independent research lab that tries to understand the efficacy of Big Pharma drugs being pushed into the marketing world of health and wellbeing and how safe they really are. Eric told me that the problem that he has begun to piece together, is the noticeably of who gets hooked on what and how, and how now the geopolitics has changed to a shift as more ordinary citizens are getting hooked on prescription pain killers because the doctoring system is about paying them to take up their drugs of choice from the major Big Pharma corps and when the synthetics likesubutex orfentonal no longer work, they start using heroin and crack opiates to keep the pain away, and that 30/40 years ago it was only the hippies and blacks that took heroin, now it is becoming generic, normal and en-trend with all types, And what has gone wrong?

Then the trajectory usually leads to those independent companies being bought out by the bigger ones in predatory moves submerging anything different into homogenous and generic cultures, zones and states of play so in the end we are all buying the same shitty foods, prescribing the mind numbingly shitty pills, choosing and tuning into the same crappy entertainment models, and so on. Meanwhile money is being passed to potential party leaders and their parties to use as they wish to get more of the power.

Meanwhile the arts, educational/environmental and other creatives that depend on small interdependent whole minded and embodied thinking practices, are priced out because they receive very small amounts of the tax collected to keep up the repeating diatribe of main line business and statism to run the country in fear wholly and profit.

Transnational corporates coupled with the State, curries favour with whom you are in bed with and keeping power-hungry groups elites together by state hand outs that have huge consequences with our food, farming, energy, and when you switch on the telly, all radio or whatever media it is run by the very same sorts who keep up the illusion that all is well in the world of man and economics. And that economics and growth are all and everything.

We are all systemically becoming brain washed, dumbed down, and more and more zombie like than ever before….. zombie-643461_960_720

Watching the unfolding questions that Louis asked was priceless television that brims with resonance and understanding that what we have today, in society is no longer just the small, anti-establishment types who would go against the main stream and defend the indigenous, and stand up against the wars being fought in Vietnam, and anywhere as it gets hardly any press coverage but rather to keep us fixed on the world stage with prescription based synthetics opiates like subutex, fen-tonal and OxyContin which all lead to anyone being hooked and thus keeping your customer generally tied in till they die off from over use of acidification in the body. We are now being led to our own deaths faster and more cynical and cyclical than ever before….we no longer are being taught anything about nature and the natural lores of the land in the world, and that when choosing your shopping experience, keep buying the top 5 or else you are being ripped off choosing organic as it is expensive because it is NOT subsidised, meaning it is actually the true cost of food from plough to plate. Mythical man

By the end of Second World War, those seedy men in suits called government and their crony mates called crony capitalists, got together to uncover the new world ordering of He Who Own’s the Food seed, Owns Man....and so by 1947, we entered not only the Cold War, but the era for State led governance on a mass scale by rolling out the NHS, which was a good idea in principal, should it have been about surgery only, and then all preventive alternatives should have been the cure using nature as our gage. But no. Get the people dependent on the State and the market and watch man lose himself.

WE have lost 87% of our top soils as we continue using subsidised chemicals to run off into our water and bodies. We are losing species from flora to fauna to animals, insects, trees and seas but not a flicker unless you are David Attenborough or someone like me. And that our system to keep cutting, poisoning and extracting biological diversity through mass use of fossil fuel run offs is damaging our bodies and souls through disruptive, corrosive and carcinogenic neurotoxin disablers that have wrecked our central nervous systems and depleted our innate, natural immunity defence line of anti-bodies.

WE should be saying no to the continuous profitable marketing of main line pushers reliant on our fears to keep perpetuating terror and poverty consciousness and hoike them out of office and replace our old paradigm self serving masters of mainstream fear and loathing with transitioning how we use our land, better resource sharing and a willingness to stop handing over our powers to sociopath and ghastly grey suited and booted ministries of speak and spell.

We are all-consuming things that make our lives easier buying into the discordant and hypno-trancing baton waving for wanting things and made cheaply at that.

I see masses of elderly drugged up to their eye balls in Big Pharma that result in more falls and hip breaks than anything else. Plus don’t get me going on about isolation and loneliness. And what about Dementia and other diseases that lose your memory?? If we carry on using this system we wont remember anything about nature and how we come to be here as we continue to fuel and feed fear with huge discrepancies in the War on Drugs…on growth in capital markets, in land grabbing. What we do is rely on self medicating, self harming, selfish centred norms that are characterised by sloth, disempowerment & juxtapositions bred in ignorance, disease, conventional, orthodox and conformity languages that spell trouble if we dont play the pom evil games of mass production and mass surrendering to elitism and established old boys networks.

And that our only natural course is to take up arms with our own stories and rather enjoy bemoaning our individual status with how we started out in the world, what side of the fence we were on, who we listened to (our parents, teachers, leaders, tell -lie – vision

and all), and what of our factoring in who we are, and how do we get on with what we have here today in this diverse and artificially green pleasant land? Do we ask questions about our self respect, our families, friends, communities…and yet the in/out system of government is tied by money lenders, thieves, crooks, liars, evil despots, sycophants and those that give the illusion that they care about you and what you do in your life, when they care that you SERVE their end games, play their wars, feed into their fears, buy into the duplicitous state and hand all your own sovereignty over…to the above..

So what can we do?

For years I believed that the State was great, that I would always be a green supporter no matter what, and that Jeremy Corbyn is potentially the best alternative we have got. However something has radically changed with in me…I was never more sure of myself till I cleaned up my act and saw through the huge window pains of denial that had been my focus for way too long. I had been focusing on my past, my lacks, my not good enough’s, my wanting to be loved no matter what, and yes I still am a half wreck of a woman who has a long way to go, but I would say this: I do not eat shit, well rarely and I do not go to the Doctors EVER..unless I have broken all my arms and legs and obviously need a great great surgeon.

I use herbs that are gentle and effective periodically when I am well and or not. I listen to my body. I try to drink water with lemon every morning. I try to live simply and with a use that promotes all things sentient and that takes Earth living very seriously. I try to live without cruelty so do not eat my lovely friends the animals. And I am very grateful to having an earthly experience with my soul intact and how blooming great it is to travel and explore this world we all live in. And how lucky I am to write this right now with my music play on. Even through all my break downs, I have come to an innate self realisation, that it is a gift to face my break downs, allow my trauma’s to rise up out of my body, bone and blood, and that I had been looking at the world and how it works, the wrong way around. Everything mattered because I had grown up believing like everyone else, in the State, in governance from outside and in a perverted sense of who I am.

What if we all stopped running around like headless chickens paying rent to some other, slowed right down, crashed and broke everything we ever felt about ourselves and felt the pain? The pain that earth (Gaia) feels every time we lose another species, every-time we lose a forest, a person who actually cares about how mankind’s trajectory is going, about how we live together. What if we all faced our pain and our combined our histories of the world with our ancestral heritage? What if we one by one, stopped voting for blues and reds and buying into the industries of rent seeking to sell you cheapened, polluted and highly questionable products that break down in seconds, obsolete and destined for the landfills and incinerators, thrown away never to be thought of again…into the oceans of our minds, our seas, into the very fact that we are breaking down, losing our hearts to mass prescribing of broken down systems that in my opinion, are dying….If I am waking up from a long drowsy sleep, slowly but surely, then so can anyone…..I often go to Jon Rappoport for my reading on his researching Exiting of the Matrix for inspirational and another way of thinking about you, the individaul….https://jonrappoport.wordpress.com/

And I look to learn towards ancient, ageless wisdoms and all things esoteric combined with matters of the world as I unplug from the matrix of demons, ghosts, entities and such likes….reading and learning Bernhard Guenther’s posts and his excellent blogs. Bernhard Geunther https://veilofreality.com/

Whether you are a user of drugs illegal or not, what choices you make when you start to work out that you are the only one that can make a difference..you are the only one in your life, that can ween yourself off the mainstream everything and start to break down in order to feel all your pain and your gain…….It is fucking awesome and from someone who daily tried to be something I wasn’t, well a word I use a lot is recalibrating, because we all make mistakes and we are all part of humanity and flesh and blood, bone and earth made from her clay, to growing up in sunlight and water…..

‘The State coupled with crony capitalism is run for and by the same old masters of greed’.

Its time to switch over to transition towns https://transitionnetwork.org/where small is a beautiful rhetoric that works when there is a need to change the script from mass-produced to local skilling up, learning about engaging in what we have at hand be that herbalism, resource sharing, using organic home-grown initiatives, making old cottage craft industries, learning about where and what we inhabit and how we got here…using music, arts, stories, myths, anything but a central state of lies, and corruption and back handing of gerrymandering and continuous fear based droning on and cloning one size fits all no matter what, and that in school we could be teaching our kids the benefits of nature, the importance of ecology and how we live within our local means rather than who the rulers were of the past in kings and queens psyche and how the winners are taught in school in warring. I didn’t learn about The Enclosure Act yet I knew it in my humanity because in taking the grazing, foraging and harvesting rights in forest, field and common land away, was the beginning of the end for crafters, farmers, producers, wheelwrights, carpenters, blacksmiths, bakers, and seasonal workers that relied on the land for food and security. The people could no longer grow their own food and had to work for the Industrial Revolution new labour models. They had no choice but to go to the new emerging towns and cities, other they would have starved. That is another story…

The Farmers Markets are the best line of defence to keep big business out of your food security and for you to make a huge difference buying local foods to keep you out of subsidised over packaged fossil fuel additive intense shopping malls and polluted same bland shit foodstuffs.

Yet the truth be known, I sense the world is waking up very quickly as we all want to see our children having a world of wonder to explore, not exploit and see that our forests are left in the ground to keep us growing up in accordance with nature herself and moving into manageable home grown alternatives and communities. Those that use and abuse their bodies are in my view the fallen angels of earth who are showing us that the cracks are wide open for all to see and that Big Business is not what we want, and that through the painful transitioning of questioning all authority and choosing to realign to that belonging and caring for each other that encourages creativity and authenticity at the heart of all the matter on earth. We are now leaving the old matrix of divisiveness and corruption to keep them in top down lifestyles and our great Mother is asking each and everyone of us to choose wisely, no matter……

The State is broke…viva Mother Nature!

Posted on September 4, 2017 by girlsfromthegreenstuff

Yesterday at Islington Farmers Market, it came to me again, that we are living in a world where denial is the leading light of living, that you just carry on regardless do a bit for the environment, like recycle, but don’t worry about composting, just chuck it all in. The Drivers of the country do not really say who they really are, they don’t enforce environmental initiatives that would secure turning our waste into resource led leading technologies shoring up our lasting place with the natural world with the expressed and made insurance for future generations. The great human spirit sadly is not using workable mantra’s, positive engagement policies ensuring practices that enforce businesses, councils and individuals to think about the materials they use and harbour to make great stuff that lasts and to be the best at recycling, reusing, re-modelling, re-thinking and saving money in all the stuff that is made, sold, and used and all the roads, rubbish and energy harnessed to be the least wasteful and most efficient.

Far from it. Still in infancy and fanciful illusionary states of perception, we still do not live in meaningful and tangible related lifestyles, that of which demands that The State would actually be accountable for the taxes we hand over to keep us healthy, well, working enthusiastically living in accordance to the individual divine sovereignty; no we are grotesquely fisted into draconian war mongering lawyering, fear ramped soliciting and mass main stream mono-cropped marketing that throws us all under the bus with unknown bob job/jobs worth councillors, grey brow beaten part-time MP’s, severely psychopathic CEO’s who think nothing of their impacts worldwide, possible offsetting their carbon footprints with trees, and wells in Africa to make their conscious’ better. We are rather all counted heads of usury based products and services serving foul minded leaders, hierarchical systems, royalty and celebrity peers top down, whilst destroying and agreeing to this whittling self-service diatribe, duty led and the impoverished decisions collectively tampering wasteful carbuncles that is currently on offer made anywhere but here.
Our past few hundred years has seen the mass deforestation, mass land-grabbing, mass warring, and mass extraction of lands, oceans, skies and such that we are on a trajectory for not only mass extinction but our own mass shortfalls and breakdowns. The kids are being herded in schooling systems that are breeding mistrust, mass boredom, mass trance of lessons, admin, and waste. We are corralling our kids into a world of want, desire, and instant gratification. We are now in total fear based cahoots with mainstream lobbying systems, that are being ad-mined by The State.

I have just recently read two good books – KLF by John Higgs that allows one to move into the world of consciousness and what was the reasons behind burning a million quid on August 23rd 1992 in Jura by The KLF… John Higgs goes in deep and writes both pragmatically and esoterically which is an art in itself. It weaved a sense of a dating the twentieth century as the shortest century beginning in 1914 The Great War to 1994…a figuratively shortest century that was about men and machines and the killing of these men that have fought for power, prestige, money and how to collect debts from everywhere in a usury system. Bill Drummond and Jimmy Caulty who have an ongoing representation and energy around the Ancient arts of Mu Mu (the Ageless Wisdom’s), and the gospel according to celebrity, top ten hits and unusual activities that are rich in the unsaid’s and unseen’s that wave batons of division, warring and fear based galvanising gal-loops upon the masses; the K foundation simply warped and walked into the un-made, un-said stuff of high weird warped pauses of the world of the unusual men leading us.

Life AFter the state

I then read Life after the State by Dominic Frisby, who has cleverly summed up how the State’s prime function is to get your hard-earned wonga’s. That the State governs our health (NHS) so we have somehow been tranced out of preventing all the ills and woes of choosing bad food, bad jobs, bad this and that, and the state is a subplot of utilities and good public execution in rather, extracting your money under a system that requires we vote, thinking we have choices to those we place in power, feeling that we are all being looked after, should the State fall, God help us all, anarchy, terrorism, riots would be all that was left from each and every one of us, because that is what we are told subversively, in great educational and propaganda advertising selling constant fabrications, to own us all, take what we earn, or chaos will reign heavens upon us. In a nut, the individual is not to be trusted. There would be in-fighting, stealing, going crazy without our benevolent status symbol of The State.

How has the State become so powerful and how come we are not throwing it off our backs as a useless law governed intervention that is an irrational load of codswallop undoubtedly crippling us all from the off?

I would say that the state is out of date! And whatever views one has on Brexit was the countries two finger salute to more of the same shame and guilt run by crooks, bankers, law makers and Gerry back handlers.

WE have seen mass quantitive easing scheming and banking bailouts that would not have been able to happen under the physical Gold Standard positioned to keep Banks from printing paper binding us to high interest rates, and in fact the First World War would have been over by christmas if the Fed Reserve Banking unauthorised 1913 Amendment act hadn’t been used to de-value money taking away physical weighted gold avoiding the perilous printing of paper money, willy nilly. Millions of beautiful lives would have not been lost and the enormous grief that became crystallised in stone hearts, tears, walls, separating beliefs, all held down inflammatory shock, trauma, despair and loss from those all caught up in that particularly cruel feasting of man and nationality. We all got infected from a small band of undisclosed leaders who saw profit from warring, and the rise of banking and State stewardship’s collaborating in the greatest conmen trickery known as Tax Collectors, and Money lenders. WE continually give the nod to illusionary fiat based currencies. We are witnessing daylight robbery as individuals, playing our parts handing it over to the continuous unsettling drama’s being watched from our couches, phones, social platforms as climate changes rages on, mirroring the havoc we encounter with ourselves and our supposed loyalty to wishing to keep buying into our desert-filled shopping aisles and egregiousness willing on the big-wigging whooping that all men are equal blab blab blab, so long as you pay up, enter their games and don’t question authority, or the proxy wars that our brothers and sisters are fleeing from as our bombs made here, arms en-souled and manufactured drop with impunity on where those military stocks and shares are sold to, dropped, used or not, so long as they keep selling.

A bipolar, schizophrenia overload of the lucrative chemical Industrial Revolution in their carcinogenic, synthetic, fake colorations, ad-on fillers, impartial to all human health and all great living sentient world ecological systems that are the reefs, land animals, swamps, meadows, insects, flora and fauna from our Great Mother and all brushed off under the Dow Jones indexes which keep carving up the countryside for mass artificial sell offs, as though these natural resources should never disappear as we are distracted every single step of the day by indifference and the fear based not having enough hoarding mentality, and besides what could you do anyway?

This is it folks! Step outside, buy buy buy and don’t worry about the shit storm of inequality and greed raging throughout your general fear laced matrix mind-set. We are relying on you forgetting, you are now so poorly equipped to see how run down, weakened by Big-Pharma and Big Agri-chemicals, reliant on your subsidies you’ve become. I too watch Netflix, occasionally shop in the big shops, and don’t think overly of the plastic going into landfills and incinerators.

What if we take away these very immoral and unethical drivers out of play from the current set ups and give common sense incentivised using local grass root economies. What would happen?

I know man and woman are all seeking a purpose, one that works on behalf of a faith built by good thinking, leading to good actions, good deeds and good energy that would grow organically as good crafting would deflect the need for throw away and begin to allow the emergence of transitioning from fast food, fast money, fast stupid decisions to a complete slowing down of what we consider useful and life replenishing, as we begin our inventories to the miracles of life.

WE are now reducing our drivers to switching to authentic and natural higher states of play that deliver quality and longevity and not places that destroy local environments to all the animal kingdoms, as we are immune to the horrors of lost forests that orangutans and all primates need to survive, and that rhino, tigers, bears, bird life are all protected and not forgotten on the brink of extinction. Our highest nobel parts are now 360* scrambling to undo the harm and reinvent the wheel of life at making good shit out of art, grow really good food, sold at real plough to plate markets, that do not rely on GDP’s, and interest rated greedy, colossal, grim self-serving hedge betting disastrous derivatives; and SUBSIDIES.

We would flower up sensing a coming together that would actually allow bottom upping, meeting top downing as third way alternatives, clean, healthy, fitful and essential would be normalised. We would stop manufacturing tat and shite. In fact, our thinking would change pretty quickly.

I imagine we would each start to remember who and where we come from, earth, the clay, the soil, the land, the air, the water, the things that make life worth getting out of bed as we stop consuming and start living and that our roles and responsibilities were based on age-old cultural myths and story telling as custodians and husbands to Mother Earth no longer brow beating, un-lore-fully implicated to signing on the dotted line from birth to death, and contributing to extremely unsavoury collusive gerrymandering, and quango tax havens corporate-tied and spilling waste out everywhere clogging up all our breathing and eliminating holes.

Slow Movement is here…

The milk of human kindness

By the gentle phase out our addictions in monetary terms only, replacing costing the earth practices, and adopting a fourth wave alkalising slow movement era that is ripe for picking, and dusted in self autonomy, self governance, self-care, and in no doubt how to recognise con men, duplicitous odd bods once and for all, and the especially cheer on the wonderful elemental’s of wind, sun, rain to fuel precipitation ensuring food grown naturally and low carbon initiatives to warm our homes, and keep all man and all sentients benefitting from shared resources.

A complete stopping of plastic and fossil fuel run offs being run down, and the awful models of extracting business would have to ask real questions that link their grasping and destabilising factors, that have up till now, taken from you, me, him, her, them. Payments to keep manufacturing weapons of mass destroyers to ecology and Gaia herself would stop.

We will all have to tighten our belts, stop buying into fear, greed and sloth, and all have a part to play in the big clean up.

Our wish to live simply with seasonality as the guiding footprint/foot falls to what we buy into.

That this writing outpoured like my heart-felt enquiries in this great de-facto known quite honestly, as a plug in-matrix that keeps the same rhetoric of sell sell sell, make money mark our words and our rules and you will live freely. George Orwell devoted his last years to 1984, highlighting the dizzying compliant human breeders we’ve all become ruled by rules, and regulations. I have been keenly interested in uprising and outing poor quality everything’s just to make a buck. It just has never felt right, the wrong from right. We have been led like sheep, conformed, collectivised, herded and our main streams are dripping in buckets of wishy-washy heretics that do not allow us to live mindfully, ecologically and stocked with awareness in all things social, environmental and economical. However we have powerful imaginations and are all ready to rewrite a new something in to being.

The Solution? Switch to clean, green alternatives and stop buying junk. Question everything and keep shaping your choices in how you live. Don’t believe the hype and consciously work internally not externally. Grow out of unconditional love.
There is a third way. And it’s here.

Men-o-pause and how my love for organic food has kept me sane…

Posted on June 26, 2017 by girlsfromthegreenstuff

My sexual early beginnings began not quite the way one would imagine, with princes and sparkly dresses wrapped in a fairy tale with love at the centre of my world; no my whole trajectory in the shaping of my early years was hot bedded, quite seedy and filled with notions that something heated up between my legs, in my belly and left me quite alarmingly hungry for love, for sex, for fantasy, for man, for touch and for intimacy. I was fascinated and full on with all things related to the mans cock and how he perceived me, as I perceived him. I liked the attention. I liked the way they looked at me, and I liked the whole unfolding sequencing that would lead to some conclusions, usually a hot orgasm. I was young, I was good-looking, and I had a lot of guts. I liked to dress up, I liked to look good, I like to smell good and I liked to flirt. I had learnt much from French films in the late 70’s, my father and his outrageous language to the ladies, and girls around him, including family members, and I must have even learnt behaviours from my mother when she had been briefly around when I was very little. It occurred to me when I went through the men-o-pause, it was my hormones that drove me to incredible lengths propelling me in to a highly sexed version of my real self. I couldn’t put the man down no matter how I tried.

Me in England, 44

Me in Swindon, 19 years old.

Me in India, 41

I had a steady flow of looping highs as I became quite predatory in my pursuit of the game of man.

I had many lovers, many boyfriends and many one night stands. I was unstoppable and it was only till my last love of my life, that became the beginning of my change. At last my hormones that had nearly driven me over the top, unstoppable, unbelievable, began to wane in the natural flow of a woman’s life and I started to be able to slow down and get to KNOW THYSELF. I have no regrets about my hormonal, crazy, foggy, lit up lighting nights of shagging, and loving with all my heart, all my lovers, all my boyfriends and all those strangers I would pick up, quite easily, just because my progesterone and oestrogen were explosive and came with my body, my spirit, my emotions, my self. I was naturally wilful and naturally gregarious, wanting always wanting to be loved, to be held, to be cherished, but when the man fell, I left him, to start up the cycle of love-making all over again. In a nut I was a love and sex addict, something that is common with many many many of us, and I was no different with my people pleasing and seeking approval from everywhere, down to dysfunctional childhood upbringing, and low self-esteem. The Men-O-Pause, was the beginning of my freedom. I started to become aware that there was another way that wasnt dominated by the rush rush, tish tosh of the sweeping wanting, desiring, heating hot hormonal nights and all that drama and distraction that consumed me, leaving a wake of tatters, broken hearts, rock bottoms. My hormones were out of control.

a rabbit caught in the headlights.jpeg Then I had a disastrous relationship with a drug addict in 2014, this would be my arma matra, my final wake up from a long long his and herstory. I went down into his world, his energetic vibes, and got caught in the headlights, so to speak, which burnt, singed, and smashed me open. Then the work on myself really began. I got clean and serene and worked the steps, it was like the windows opened up and the birds sounded different, the whole world changed and I began to chase down my demons, ghosts and entities, one by one. I had already began to work steadily from saving the planet (wtf?!) to saving myself when my father died in 2009 and retrained as a therapist and began to dive into the bottomless ebb and flow of how the body works. I really went deep into the endocrine system of hormones using herbs as the most obvious and wonderful natural way to get a sense on intracellular cellular feelings, and how they are all individual electrolytes, quarks, subatomic particles, energy, synapses, miracles that work in relationship to the whole cosmic soup of doing, being, actualities and materialising.

I read Leslie Kenton’s fabulous book, Passage To Power, Passage to Power .jpeg which gave me all the ammo NOT to use HRT/and any other antibodies/antigens type prescription courses through this. I never would anyway, my whole life trajectory began on the back of my mother being on antidepressants when I was in the womb, and so I knew innately what that sort of life it could lead to. My mother, Jacqueline Paget – Manners, was another guinea pig, as her parents, my grandparents were. My father always said, that when my mum started on these drugs prescribed in the mid 60’s, it was the biggest disaster to have befallen her. She got hooked, and gullible continued using prescription drugs as the way to what, health? Her energy, her pure pure girlish energy dipped upon that journey and led her to becoming moody, stroppy, tired, sleeping at wrong times, and highly down. She became hooked and depressed. The cocktails of that day in the 1960’s were Temazepam and well, I wish I could read you off the list, but it ain’t happening, because I knew that I would not be one of the humans to get caught in the strong-arm of the NHS and that system of health using pharmaceuticals. I am grateful that my mother gave me the gift to defend my own sovereignty by realising very early on, that the only way I was going to keep sane, was determining how my chance meetings would lead me into a world of sex, drugs, rock n roll, and then counter-culture.

This all shaped my life to find that when I got to London in 1984 as a live in nanny in Holland Park, I knew nothing about vegetarianism, and I certainly wasn’t going to take drugs. By the end of 84, I had turned veggie, was smoking pot, and experimenting. My luck really began to change when I had the good fortune to meet Jason at Kings Cross tube who had a rat in a cage going to Archway. He was hot. I was going to Camden Town market. I spent a lovely afternoon listening to The Velvet Underground at his. He told me he had a girlfriend and that they had an ‘open’ relationship. I fell for that line, and we became lovers. At that time I was living in a shared flat in Linden Gardens in Nottinghill Gate. I had a party there and Jason brought Rima and some other cool friends to the party. I fell instantly in love with Rima. She was a cool chick, and so kind in her energy. I was immediately attracted to her whole vibe. Fortunately I was a mover and shaker in the aesthetics and impressed her with my whole look and feel.

We became best friends and in so, she also introduced me to her family, her father, Craig Sams and her uncle Gregory, who were running VegeBurger-pack-350

Craig Sams co founder of Whole Earth & Green & Blacks, with me, and Gregory Sams, cofounder of Whole Earth & Vegiburger/vegibanger. Both Brothers started Harmony Foods in the sixties and opened the first macrobiotic cafe in Paddington, and then Portobello.

Whole Earth.png Whole Earth Foods, and Harmony/Real Eat.

I was so lucky to integrate and be asked to join family dinners and discuss what organic food v non organic meant. I also realised that these people were royal nobility. I fell in love with organic foodstuffs, macrobiotics, brown rice, seaweed, and organic baked beans! Yum! I started to recalibrate my up bringing whilst suddenly realising that the whole world in the shops was non organic, that food being made in the fields were being sprayed with mass intense cocktails of chemicals, and that after two years of being a veggie, there wasn’t much in the way of choice in the big shops.

I realised we were all being poisoned by Big Agricultural Business. I also began seeking out my own organic food haunts in health food shops, and anywhere really so long as it was drenched in chemicals, and saturated in additives from plough to plate, I knew my life would be in some honest, authentic alignment with Mother Nature her self. My father always stated that the role of a farmer, was to be a husband to Mother Nature, to tend, care, and take care of her, so she in turn would provide seasonally, her bounty.

I became further convinced when I began to look with horror at the reasons as to why the rain forests were coming down, and what was being replaced from those magnificent and glorious old growth forests rich in biodiversity and when it became clear it was soya, beef and sugar, I was very alarmed, upset and so became even more engrossed in redirecting my messages from the main stream to the alternative and indigenous form of living on this incredibly wonderful blue planet.

This story unfolded like my imagination, fertile, uncovering parts of myself, and here’s the rub, I don’t use main stream bleating fear based tactics to get healthy, I now have the wisdom and insight as a practitioner of firstly myself, and then those outside of me, to always impart honest truths that work on a higher resonance to that of those who sadly are being led to the slaughter abattoir terrorised in flight, fight and freeze fear hormones as they eat the slashed and burned flesh of those animals, those sentient creatures, and then they get sick from the antibiotics, growth hormones, colourants, additives, E numbers, msg’s and on it goes, and go glibly to the main stream doctors to take their pharmaceuticals, get trapped by fear, into the whole god damned unnatural cycles of eating bad foods, and medicating on bad drugs, that’s whole premise is only concerned with making money out of you, me, jimmy, jack and john, whilst the planet suffers under the crony capitalists and the extremely unhealthy view on how we consume, and prosper on a resource land grab madness and mayhem.

We have to wake up from that programming, break down, break free and jump into the world of biodiversity and self-care. It takes guts, it takes courage, but its the most honest, authentic and fantastic thing you can do to get your own unique vibration and self awareness that leads you to health and happiness whilst making sure that you look after the planet for future generations and do not rely on statins, prescriptions, antidepressants, antibiotics, anti inflammatory. (All for another blog, another day).

It nearly killed me, but the shadow workings really exposed my deep patterning, and then the miracle of men-o-pause really kicked in. It was stunning. The flashes, the flushes, the feelings, all bubbled up from the darkest turrets and corners, and deep beds that lay in my body, bone, blood, sinews, ligaments, organs…I became liberated and self orienting as I suddenly looked at the man in a new light. He wasn’t just a body, to consume, he was a human, a friend, something real and tangible and this gave me hope, faith, and a sense of peace. I grew up. And the tides of crone, with white, feathery streaks falling in my hair, natural, all natural, and it felt emancipating and so so beautiful. I looked around my scattered past, my crazy days, my youthful and middling ages, and now, now, I can see I can do and be anything I put my mind to.

Everything is down to energy. The food you eat. The Way you think. The paths you journey upon. Its all down to little old you and me. I am free, I am free thank you.

MAY May Day

Posted on May 28, 2017 by girlsfromthegreenstuff

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What if we take away these very immoral and unethical drivers out of play from the current set ups and give common sense incentivised using local grass root economies. What would happen?

The milk of human kindness

The Solution? Switch to clean, green alternatives and stop buying junk. Question everything and keep shaping your choices in how you live. Don’t believe the hype and consciously work internally not externally. Grow out of unconditional love.
There is a third way. And it’s here.

Men-o-pause and how my love for organic food has kept me sane…

MAY May Day

Norfolk Broads…

I love Trump

1984

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