Dear Diary…Climate change, and XR/5G….

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June 13th The Gemini month and what an odd month this is turning out to be…the weather is off, raining all day yesterday and at the weekend of the All About Eve, the insiders medicine healers party nestled in the most glorious part imo, of the country, Bradford and Avon, right near Monkton Combe..I wish oh I wish, I could live in that part of the country…I felt utterly at home there, staying at that lavish hotel, though a little Faulty Towers too, The Water House, a former old peoples home, and before that two families living there one after an other from the 17th c…and then on to my best friends new pad near Frome, in Somerset. Well a total departure from her old pile, a 17th c farmhouse, buildings, and land, to a very modern barn conversion, with SWANK written all over the wallpaper, which I loved bar one room, of annoying doggies….and of course she’d just literally moved in, so my beloved brother Lester, picked me up, from The Waterhouse on that fine sunny afternoon on Saturday, and drove us both down the road to Nicola’s.


Lester & Mia


I absolutely love having my brother around. He is wildly my brother from our deep and difficult childhood surrounded by sycophants, and ego’s so big, that us children were not only in the shadows appealing to be seen, let alone heard, but buried under a massive amount of shaming guilt that should one enquire, be prepared to be lambasted, defiled, called names, and thoroughly told off…that was how we were dealt with. Always being told that if we didn’t like it, we could always go to the mothership, of which terrified us even more, with the continuous insults coming our way as to how Jacqui, was such a cow bag. WE were petrified of that option, as Mum lived in a council house, was going out with some pariah called Terry Peaples, who was loud, dirty, rude. I felt unsafe more in mums company of keepers, and found that the hard, mean, and Stockholm-Syndrome warmth of the Common Farm, had more to give me than Mum’s mental-ness, and her total blame gaming, victimisation upon which John Manners, and Audrey Binks held her accountable, for all the crimes, all the blows to our little growing up hearts, all the main-line tragedies, were all down to Mum, Jaqueline and no other. We were poisoned.

We the children, were programmed a lot by the adults infidelities, lies, screwed up personas, all under the watchful eyes of Aunty Binks who was waiting for the event to happen, Dad to die, whilst she sucked up the farm, and sold it off for a pretty penny moving with her daughter and family to Devon. Crikey I am still utterly hurt by that childhood however when I am with my brother Lester, the light comes on, and I am able to function with another level of feelings. Those that are embedded in the good things a childhood cemented. That of remembering that glorious hot summer of ’76 and in the Autumn of ’75, Dad had conveniently brought a round step up-pool, that shimmered blue, and tantalised us kids to get totally excitable as that early hot summer came flooding in. We would literally jump off the bus and run up the long track frothing with anticipation as to who’d get in the cold spring water, first, and my, oh my, we’d be stripping clothes off of our backs , as we approached that defining moment, the total releasing of our whole selves as we imploded into the cool cold water of the pool. We were in heaven in the summer of ’76. I was 9 and about to be 10. I had begun to unravel the mysteries of my earlier years, and was totally confused by the childrens home, the parenting on display, the kidnap and living in Eastrop from 73-74….DARK years they were.

My mum failed to give me that nurturing I so was desperate to receive.. no not a chance in hell, would that be coming as I’d cry every night and morning wishing I was at the farm – a jump and a skip across the fields from the cottage. However I was looked after, cleaned, hair brushed, clean pants, and looked presentable, but I was not happy. Not -in -a -million years.
In fact my child hood was a total nightmare, other than the animals, and nature that swept me up and cradled my dreams for a better Mia Manners. I was permanently on flight and fight, my dearest Adrenals Glands didn’t stand a chance….I literally never felt safe…and it was true, to the point of a little job was found for me in Bibury, Glos, and out I went at 16 years old.

My dreams last night were full of rain crushing into an old house, that was a shop, water and roof clumped around the table in the shop window which was next to another very important house. Someone was in there as I told them that here was open to the elements…the door opened from the lashing of rain that had been…a man was near, so I explained that to him, now I was on a cliff…and the sea was loud, and angry…..suddenly I was propelled into a car, not driving it, though my foot was down…a women and her child in the passengers seat took the route down to the crowds of people on the beach who were cooking fish and making a great meal and deal of something….of course my dreaming woke up …..

Aunty Josephine & Mum, Jaqueline- the Twins…
I’m awake…


Yesterday I literally tumbled over on to the pavement…BANG! THUD! One minute walking happily with the dogs, then kersplatt, I knew I was going over, and there, I found myself with my chin saving my nose and forehead taking that very oddly timed fall. The Doggies hadn’t tripped me, or pulled me..it came out of the blue just as I had received a text from Dave who is leaving his new place..something isn’t right there….and I was thinking mildly on whether to talk to him about it, when I fell. Blood poured from a big gash, hole in my chinny chin chin, and it left me shaken, shocked and thoroughly not sure as to why that happened. Shock really reveals stuff to you, and my innate head went to 5G….I had been activated and kerpow! I was on the floor head down, and in the clouds of that DARPA Energy weaponry.

My fellow dog walker friend Kalau, was totally concerned saying he didn’t see it, only that when he turned there I was blood pouring, and me in a straight horizontal line looking at the pavement. It woke me up. Again.
I got home after I nearly collided with a motor bike on CharingCross…I got off the phone.. Bullit was a welcome sight, but his lovely blue ring had burst, from a walk Mets had given to him as he played with chums in the bushes. He now has a black plain ring around his next to stop him itching, but no matter what I do, he still feels the itches.
Today I change my life forever.

The End Game has Arrived.


Today my daughter receives her glorious 30 day and beyond keyring from Mariguana Anonymous….I am utterly utterly proud of my girl. She did her first two exams on Tuesday and I feel they went well. She is smart, always has been, but the skunk, the skunk smack of the smoke world, had nearly robbed her of all her vitality, youth, and clarity. She was a wreck putting on weight, and totally absorbed in a world of chasing drugs at college with all her user friends…I knew it, I could see it, and I thank God daily that her Guides fully activated her visions to see little girls stroking her feet at the bottom of her bed and voices in her head. It would have got worse, and again, I cannot say it enough, 5G is the 666 mark of the beast.

Today I write a blog about it.


I had a lovely little chat with Kirsty yesterday in regards to 5G and the Devils weaponry being used upon humanity, And that Extinction Rebellion is a controlled opposition fakery…..and that highly intelligent people are being used to fight climate change, which is an oxymoron in itself…..If XR were a truth vibration, I would know it. If they highlighted the problems of 5G, that would have been the leading light for me, but no…they bring on some pawn from Sweden, a teenager, to carry the message that the climate and carbon are defect, the problem of earth. That anyone who doesn’t agree with their Mission, is mad. I did my research and found a lot to dispel the myths and origins of this organisation, that is run by Gail Bradbrook, Roger Hallam, and George psy-opped Barda of Occupy 2014.

People need to wake up and do their homework. People I love and respect are hellbent in to the dystopian future scenario of the United Nations,Agenda 21/30 Green New Deal, that is eerily horrible, which will take ALL our freedoms away should we not press this out and get people to imagine a future that is shrouded in chip and pins, stack and packs, Mega-Regions that are no longer sovereign countries, but stretches of regions, districts if you will where humans live, and the wild-lands are human free, animal and plant led bar a handful of elites who have slaves to fully allow these lunatics to do their bidding.
And that’s just the tip. The whole climate-change push is the drill with all the Mainstream media on board affiliated Secret Societies. However their imagined end game, is exposed and dying as we all begin to allow the focus to expose the Globalists….
The world is being divided into have and have nots, who believes in climate change or those who have done their research and know what is going on when pulling the curtain back. I will never vote again. That is is. I can see how SMART meters are becoming the gadgetry that we must all have in order to do our bit. What about good old fashioned common sense? Where did that go? Just use less water when showering? Put a jumper on when cold?

I was completely in awe of common sense as a child. It was all we ever were told by Dad. Wheres your bloody common sense? WE knew innately what that meant..it meant the intuitive strand that links all life through a beautiful golden light, that is the truth of the matter. That defines the wholeness of ones minds emerged in body and the grounding-ness that is Mother Earth with her beautiful polarised father sun, sprouting the eminence of light.
It is simply as it is.
Yet again we have been eroded, pounded, beaten and told we are not worthy unless the State tells us how to live, the School systems programme us with left socialist, communist garbage all wanting everyone to have the same….Universal f’ing credit for starters…The State and the dole ruined my early years..upon knowing it was there, it took the parental power and guidance away from my beloved farm, and thrown into the world I went. Of course I can say that it helped and shielded me from the streets, but I am now convinced it totally hindered my self-development in so many ways. And that guts me.

In so many levels.
The Dole sucks. The State is a big lie and the way we are being run, herded like sheep fattened up with shit non nutritional foodstuffs, and jabbed with vaccinations till we no longer can feel our God like selves connected to the vast open universe because we are so fucking dumbed down by eating shite, watching crap, and programmed to think that we are nothing but slaves who go to work day in day out, unless we are the lucky ones, who runs our own business, or does wonderful work to service for others…but again, the past 30 odd years, I have seen the future as I lived in my own hell hole as a child, with disgusting parenting, abusive and crushed early, traumatised by the permanent being told , that I am not Who I think I was – my fathers daughter….and thrown out to in out Who Am I, and What Am I doing here?

Yeah reading above sounds a little pesimistic, but the truth shall set one free! Wake up, and do your own research…This worm is turning……

Directed Energy Weapons

June 1st 2019 Dear Diary……

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Dearest Diary,
A funny lot of dreams, sat with me was Robbie Williams, of Take That fame, hanging around me all the time in some countryside place, Aunty Shelia, various other friends as he kissed, caressed and mooched about. We all knew who he was, but he was not famous anymore and we just liked him. There was food too to eat…
Yesterday I posted a dear diary event on my blog upsetting lucille…It wasn’t meant to harm her, or do anything wrong, but those words tumbled out of me and I just felt I needed a place for it, them, me, to express my own top lines without trying to be clever or tell anyone about 5G, or GND, or the controlled opposition of which Extinction Rebellion is, and that Climate Change needs thinkers not deniers or gullible signer on’s who want to push for carbon being outlawed and taxed to fill the coffers of the greedy institutions like the U.N, The Banks, IMF and those who make the laws up…
I am aware my dog job is under threat too, as I do take a lot of holidays going away to Devon this week and next weekend I shall be at some festival with Greg Sams in the countryside…And then another tour up to the Arctic circle passing the Norway fields….in a tub…..And then what about the summer holidays – where shall I be? France, or England? I must get on with buying a little car to take me far far far away…from this fizz and crackle of 5G and Londons mirth and misery!
My dear nutty Russian came over last night spilling her enthusiasm at me with her new found concept which will require Richard Sharpe and Zen Essex to co-create her designs…I can see it too. Embroidery time is ahead….
My guest arrived, a Professor in English Literature and as he sat himself down with me, I asked him what’s up, he came back with “Well as you know we have a difficult situation in the States with politics”, so I moved into my behind the curtain story and how it doesn’t really matter which head of State comes in..they are all the same…however I moved swiftly on to talk about the environment and the total decimation of the soils in England from the 1947 Agricultural Act that paved the way for organo-phosphates to be used in the name of ‘Increasing The Yields in the Fields’ and for taxpayers to pay for their wholesale destruction of the lands, wiping out millions of acres of top soil, ploughing up rare wild flowers and water meadows and cutting the hedges down under the new false beating drum of capitalism and government in cahoots.
We arrived at the Common farm water meadows as I fiercely placed my points re: the madness of torch groups being funded by dubious men and women under the guise of improving our lives with the old causing a problem, reacting and then offering solutions. My Grandfather Frank Henry told the Ministry of Food and Farming to sod off in the war years. His explanation was that why would he plough up the Water-meadows when they would only flood in winter? He had a great point and those 100 acres survived mutilation and mass destruction, thus creating the SSI status (Site of Specific Interest) and now are preserved for future generations, the only thing is, no one gets to go on that land as it is owned by Big Pharma monies after my step mother sold. However my point is thus: We are being pushed, swayed, cajoled by false science, false alarmists, false inconvenient truths from the main stream and ER, IPCC, Agenda 21 are all leading to the totalitarian ball and chain in all our living arrangements and as an ex consultant in all things to do with carbon foot-printing, I can see how things are written on the wall…..
Thank you.


Dearest Diary….

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I send you good energy…..so it is done..

Dearest Diary…back on May 31st…it has gone so quick…I honestly had to blink twice in seeing this date hit me….we had a great’sh time in Devon with dear Aunty Shelia putting up with two great big teen gals, they sleeping in her upstairs four poster bed, and Lu and I in the room over looking that incredibly well worked upon and totally neat garden packed full of early summer flowers….I brushed hard up against my ego and it all came tumbling out with me feeling extremely paranoid and put upon when we sat down to eat at Pete and Sams and Lucille overspilled her own minksy behaviour by pouring out, ‘Did you vote Brexit?’ of which a sharp NO, we love Europe thus putting me in a strange unfoldment of politics at dinner mixed in with satanism and Coleshill of last year….All in all it naturally turned and bit me on the head with Sam slamming the table and shutting me down, stating my mouth was loud, where as I had apologised from the minute we impassed our beliefs systems and yet no, Pete, Aunty Shelia, Lucille, were all for flaming those flames and leaving me to just finally get up, and walk out, quickly saying thank you and goodbye…where upon, Eva-Marie called me and I just burst into tears with Bullit running beside me in that most picturesque village….I couldn’t really speak too much however, as Mets ran up besides me….still I just wanted to get out of that toxic environment with everyone seemingly pointing the blame game upon me…..It hurt……We all had a part to play…..I had already had stab pains in my right hand side of my front heart, a pain spiking in my lower right abdomen and my left hand side of my face wounded by inflammation possibly leaning to toothache upon my filled in porcelain tooth…..from the minute we arrived on Sunday….
I felt dejected, rejected, abandoned and utterly saddened that this stupid conflict of a great crowd of egos, and me getting very much the hard shoulder of it all….I do hold my hands over my heart in that, however family is not what it seems, though blood is thicker than water..my sadness stemmed from Pete…my dear cousin whom I have developed a sweet relationship and feel especially close to him. However he is married, and loyal and for that I have no other option, but to cry my heart out, like a wounded banshee in the arms of Aunty Shelia and release some old ills, resentments and other.

This came out….
I had written in text to Dave about the shoddy effort he had worked on in my flat back in 2013…and finally let him have it…this again pleased me, as it was long overdue and I do believe we will be friends even from such a delayed in-action for so long harbouring in my belly…again bias from others does not help….but there…Let it go Miss Manners….it is done….
I dreamt of Rima and Fifi fighting and Bob being in a back room while I tried to bathe in a bath with Bullit…I scrambled into to hold off Rima and Fifi declaring that Rima dropped me for Fifi all those years ago and that had hurt all those years ago only to be woken up by Metta-Angel crying in the bathroom from another deep wounding dream about Cameron….she is waking up and working hard upon herself from the anger that carries around in her…as she spits out foul words and directs pointedness at anyone standing in her way..as she did yesterday morning with Aunty Shelia…..She went to her meeting last night and always comes back with a new sense of renewal and faith in her stopping dope, skunk and all that is junk in her world, including the people places and things she has hung around with……She is awakening up and it hurts as she self awarely discovers the joys of being clean, and serene from that utterly foul minded drug…that has been sent to really dehumanise the youth, and cut them up blocking their hormones and gutting out their truth vibes…,.ah the mainstream drug systems is everywhere, food, pharma, pouring from the skies and much worse…….Still we are human and as 5G is now on in London, it buzzes and crackles and fizzes around us, this DEW-HAARP Tesla energy…..The Devils work it is….however I am determined to remain upbeat, keep my side of the street clean, and do my utter best in my most self assuredly and honest authentic way, to make sense of my own performance in this 21st century…..Live in my awareness of co-creativeness!


And so coming home on the train, walking through Hyde Park with Bullit and over to Watkins book store to buy a few self help books, was a good thing to do…we noticed the doggie people and ragged modern homeless, siting Bullit off lead with his donut on that is there to stop him scratching his terrible scabs…..
On arrival, home looked very clean from my massive green-clean last week before embarking this half-term and leaving our guests, who wrote a very spectacular reference of which sang to my heart, for I did work hard at impressing upon her, how London is a fine city…
I did have to clean up the moths though and out of the cupboard I found their hiding places, of which were in the sesame and pumpkin seeds and brown rice, all now gone out the window….I eventually after tidying, cleaning and eating, and watching Love in a Cold Climate, a jolly set in the mid 20th century with Celia Imrie and Alan Bates, a superb little reminder of the upper classes leading up to world war two…with The Bolter! Such fun!

And again reading my most especially fabulous book called STAR OF THE SEA, JOSEPH O’CONNOR… a rip roaring entanglement of those who left to go to America in 1847 upon that ship, and their stories in the most hideous Potato famine that beseeched and destroyed whole families in that terrible time from blight and how the English and skull-duggery Irish did not help and yet we had all the money in the world as the Victorian Industrial Empire raged creating the world we live in now….what a disgrace and yet this book is leading me to such heights in words I have and do not know. It wets my appetite to write and read more of the classics..yes the classics…….


I am thoroughly convinced by that and now that things are sort of moving towards a trajectory of healing. I shall do my upmost to remain pure, be self-aware, and live through my soul-self, not that grasping, desiring egoic mind of mine which literally wishes to keep me in full expectations and grand plans leading my I to self loathing and selfish deceptions that cannot and do not serve humanity, nature and my body! I am convinced I can do much better especially as I have a great chance of living kindly and honestly…rather than the towing and throwing of muckiness and mayhem that is everything policing the way our innate individual hearts govern.
C60 Purple Power saved the day last night! I was stocked up with pills and potions from Helen, when Greg called to see if I am up for a TT today, and so I told him my predicament with my left tooth inflammation and he advised not paracetamol or Ibrofuren , but Aspirin as it is the closest to nature…so I took that on board and just as I was finishing watching Pride and Prejudice, I remembered C60, and took the last sliver, to notice immediately my tooth ache subside and my awakening today with no pressure..however I shall be watching this….or rather feeling this….

I am off to walk in Chelsea with those unconditional doggies, the General Hank, Hugo and Blondie and gaze wonderfully at the blooming spring summer tide, with birds enchantingly singling, Stop 5G…stop it you see….the eugenistics and Bilderberg are meeting as we speak in Switzerland, bringing fourth more of their gutteral attempts to control our every thing from our hearts and minds under a false banner of Climate Change and discord pains, and all that is wrong with the world……but as my Aunty Shelia, it is as it should be…leading us all to our own perceptions…I am awake. and awakening and its painful, however I am so glad to be here witnessing this fourth dimensional industrial revoltuion…..!

Nature is the way….

The End is the Beginning….Death is Rebirth…there is nothing to fear…….but fear itself!

Feet, and vulnerability

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‘I like your feet their different’ he looked straight in my eyes spinning me out of orbit. Not no one has made a point of liking my feet… with their distinct inheritance… the foot specialist said they were not bunions but called Hallex ****

I’ve always kept my feet out of direct shot Trying so hard to love their wonky table aesthetics as lester says…or plates… skewith and both different.

Richard would say hooves….Feet are covered and yet very important…my feet have always been wonked and yet deep down I know that they serve me and ground me, and dance me and there’s some very unusual activity in them, that I feel is to do with my spacey background and act as radar to my home planet….heh hum

I’m very open but private and protective and honestly insecure about this extreme sensitive subject and wonder why bother… yet like my handy hands… that work so well on  most things and i must admit I like them… yet feet…

Yet I noticed I said to Metta-Angel you can never get vain with feet like mine she said yup you’re right there!

My mum always said a man doesn’t fall in love with your feet he falls for your virtue ok unmade that up but I im Like that and mum actually said with you … with you…darling

Cara Mia Carina Mia dear Mia

You chose an extenuating feature and  your feet service your who you are and happens to do a very dainty and pretty witty repartee, a soupe song and a gallopy energetic and gapey kind of absolutely you.

And to prove a point I trained as a reflexologist and studied well and what a extraordinary chance of finding an art crafted to the wondrous and dextrous handy helping hands that scrunch and push past into the tender spaces that ooze energy leaving the vivid wide open spaces to expand from the caress be it hard, tense as feelings float bubbling up through the mystical sensory synapses of the intracellular micro molecular constellations out through body mirror systems guided intuitively pressing points particularly the fifth dimension of the solar plexus, the point of no return that sends universal signals to the muscle group,  meridians, neurones receptors captivating the electrons pulsating spark lit fusion connections that snap, crackle and buzz the whirling wonder unseen world of body soul spirit multi-sensational growing out of relief pure relief , blissed and conscious contemplation, ah the soft and hard press, push-pull effleurage, the reflexologist mixes her  combination bag of elementals,  flooding endocrine, stimulating master glands as they secrete and target  molecular ATP multi perceptive and crusading right thinking leading to right being powering up limbic yearnings of another time that  supporting the ever floweth bridges that allow all parts in the chi life currents of conscious mosaics meeting in the middle.

The whole foot mirrors all the body systems and organs, of course they do..Cardiovascular, digestive, lymphatic, sympathetic and parasympathetic muscular skeletal cells,  endocrine, skin, spleen, pancreatic, yeah.

Then we go to another plain where we enter the etheric, astral, cosmic orders that raise our chakras with vatta pitta and kapha. 

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Yes it’s about then realigning or matching vibratory quiverings that squelch a higher dimension sequestering higher purpose waking opening as from another sleep

My mother gave me her shape as her mother too… mum was convinced we were concubines from china a few thousand years ago or did she mean a few hundred years….

Whatever she was very passionate about her saying they’re so odd-looking cos they were bound in bandages and broken so the toes would break and become stunted. Painful and they couldn’t walk in fitful strides as it was jolly painful so all they could manage was tip toe type shuffle wearing wooden painted boxy shoes. It was hard and harsh.

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Yeah my feet have weather radar depicting how swollen, sore, throbby they would feel

I also remember when I was a big dresser upper, I tried heals from the tender beginnings as a 16-year-old at The Brunel Rooms, in Swindon dancing my socks off but In so much agony at the end of the night but I was young, still a bit of a wall flower/follower and continued punishing my feet with pointy, Healy, such and such.

I was always waiting to kick them off and walk barefooted and sometimes squeaks of my feet came out to feel the Earth in all her textures, grassy bouncy hotty rough sandy stoney watery and roughshod

I loved those precious moments

Onions out and the prone foot squishy squashy stretching freeing oozing drawing on the rippling rapture of surrendering

Free!

Then once I got into my stride and hit the mean streets or paths paved in glitter and gold, where the look was your individual sovereignty and a very enthusiastic approach that lept open with every vintage find, cut and style a la moda ah the thrill of finding beautiful unusual unique garments was cracking and I began to swap heals for baseball boots, converse, monkey boots, doc martins, then another era herald in with flats, trainers, mountain boots crept in

It didn’t matter as I sincerely delve intuitively into the deep sands of dressing up with my abandon

And mostly wore flats

I then became bolder more recently with more confidence growing through self work self-care and self-awareness to throwing off the vanity insecurity as the result the work was astounding

My later forties has their value and also mass waking up accelerations

Shifting out of my sedated meandering I got head on with my behaviours and overall perception of the old paradigm

I was going out of control crashing and cascading uncontrollably in self lack

Then I faced the demons one by one

And became interested in the other world internally

It hurt it felt off out of whack and weirdly right on target…and just became my self, foot sure!

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All the things I can be…

How many times have I had knowing full well

That my life on this most extraordinary planet that we call Earth

Is blessed and radiant attracting magnetic mad actions

That I could have should have would have if I’d thought about it

I may have excelled in being a firsthand pop star politician

Singing out my heart of all of Gaia’s rhythm nations

Standingupformotherearth in all my unique precision

I may have been a glorious famous film star my first passion

Hanging out with all those wonderful stars glamorous and fast fashion

I may have been a superstar girly footballer when I was spotted in Glastonbury playing top spot knocking balls in

Tackling

Scoring simply fearless

Bring in the ladies Lioness team!

I may have resorted to science, quantum, molecular, stratosphere important as I fell down the black hole retuning with amazing new symphonies to show explain and charter new waters in space time physical dreams

I may have ran the alternative complimentary scenes, offering hands on multifaced new electrolytes that heal everything

At just a simple intention a little plant extension and superb manifestation

All free energy like my portal opening up to me

With Tesla Einstein Steiner Bailey Orwell and all those past now types as Disclosure is the new word about

The whole ascension that is Earth IS heaven

Oh dear lord goddess masters ascended oh just get out of bed

Imagination imprinting the right thinking leading to right action

Ah maybe a high priestess ancient back here to blast open the apprehension gateways to fearless contemplation

That were only small less than enslaved trapped in greedy worship

Of which all beings rainbow open minded heart centred down to Earth are shouting about

Yes a guru a fab cook you know

Promoting organic local and seasonal

Walking dogs

Hugging trees

Archiving legendary people’s lives

Massaging energy

Working with teenagers

Making music

Dreaming in radio broadcasts on 104.4fm

Tuning into that place leading up to gratitude all the while

Summer Solstice

Mother Earth father sun universal streamline unfolding all the space time

Parties for purposes raisingawareness bridging the multidimensional wild wonders free style free Earth death rebirth cycles

Yeah

All the things I could would should

I do

In many different dimensions

And I know this:

It’s exciting!

Thank you 🙏🏽

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, somewhere-over-the-bifrost 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.

IMG_1723The 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.

Getty images]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.IMG_1890

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. Mia on the MOuntain

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.

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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..

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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…:)

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

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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.IMG_1287

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. 

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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. IMG_0310

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.

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

The Secret lIfe of Plants

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
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To See A Man About A Dog..

Lester Manners

I out and out of London this summer, my plan always to leave asap, and to get out into the world. However I have fallen in love with a dog named Bullit, and I wish he could be with me, his next trip will be on my brother’s 50th on August 10th…with Helen, Bullit’s mum, and our tribe…

Bullit the great, with his incredibly massive smile, teeth grinning upwards and his whole demeanour filled with love and gratitude for ALL the small things in life…running outside, walking on grass, going enthusiastically up to his beloved heath, being apart of the world in all its wonder and reverence and not getting caught up in the melodrama of humanity that flails and flounders around the edges of space time, out and up in the arms of war and peace, with humans trajectory all about what one can get from the world owning them something, so my little words this day are all to be with the undeniably love and care I feel for the relationship of dog sharing, and caring, and how it has changed me yet again. To know a Dog, to relate to the wonderful world of animals, dogs, cats, plants, insects, elemental, is all wrapped up in a natural and seasonal homecoming cycle. The dog is god, and this means the dog gets you out of yourself, out of your lair, our of your head, where you procrastinate, indulge, stay stuck in your human environment and that sort of being leads to quite a mess at times. We humans get stuck and get self-centred, preoccupied with how the world is so bad, how the governments are so corrupt, how working sucks, how our relationships with our significant others, are so wrong, and yet when you have the where with with a dog, or animal, you become grounded, able to extend that of which is usually hidden, and the heart opens, the mind is free and the world is at sorts with the husbandry and creativity that comes with going outside, on a walk with mans best friend.

My wonderful mad and eccentric dad...at The Common Farm...

H J M’Mad’ Manners

I grew up with a father who’d more than often or not when on his travails, I’d leap up noticing him with me running after him, excited at the chance of jumping in the vehicle and heading off to some other really nice farm, or somewhere, saying, Daddy where are you going?

‘To see a man a bout a dog…’ was the reply, always and consistent and so a part of the small innocent self would really hope and pray that a dog would be on his or her way into my arms of love, to have and hold, to be with and to grow old, I loved, and love to this day the very essence of having a dog about the place or here in the centre of London, knowing that I have Bullit downstairs at my wonderful neighbours, Helen with her three kids.

We have all become one big share dog, and that dog is Bullit. He is our symbol dog and I have fallen deeply in love. Two years ago, I took him up to the heath, and took him off the lead, he was just under two, and he utterly loved it, yes he ran away straight into the packs of the big walking dogs, with their huge varieties, big ones, little ones, yappy, snappy, and totally chilled, there Bullit would run and make friends, he is the life of the party and his gregarious nature has pushed him out and into the loving trusting arms of all and sundry. I would literally have to peel him out of his group social meanderings and lead him off to Patrick’s Wood, or Witches Wood on the heath and step by step, Bullit became a beloved fan of the wilds of the heath to wonder across the meadows, up and around edges of ponds, into ponds, and beyond the ponds. Bullit and I discovered another element to that magical place and love it with all our hearts.

Bullit up to then had not been off the lead and so bit by bit, I have been training him on the road to go off lead, in our little walks on trails around snatches of paths and parks, alleys and back streets, and then we go to the back of my block and into the secret garden, of which is private, yet accessible to us, we go there, hang with the bees, flowers, foxes and birds. I meditate, he plays with the fountain and ball and we are at a complete happiness only retained by the sheer simplicity of having a dog to share and care about. Bullit has convinced me that apart from the amazing fortune I have of being able to share this Norfolk mix, this bundle of joy, this grain of jane and cheese on toast, that the life we lead on earth is not to be missed by our dramatic self pities, our not good enough and our sabotaging on going persona’s.

The simple and effective beast of nature, the loyal wagging and charismatic dog, is a humbling blessing for anyone and everyone wishing to change their viewpoints on the bigger picture. Bullit is kind, energetic, wild, cuddly, joyful and telepathic. WE talk, we know, we just sense and accept that the walk is the mission, the sniffing, the natural outcome of a dog’s nature, and that to take care of animals breeds good feedback to the small simpleton human with ones complexity and own self importance…its funny because I am a vegetarian, yes, primarily down to the fact that I love animals from the minute I grew up on a farm to the self-awareness that eating animals may taste good, but for me, it leaves me feeling sad, mixed, confused and not satisfied in any way, I just imagine we are eating my adopted dog Bullit or any of the animals I have the great fortune to be blessed with…

Animals, plants, worlds; We humans are abridged to the wonders of all sentient beings, and dogs are so much apart of life on earth. It never fails to amaze me as to how and why humans can just forget because the world many of us inhabit are filled with distractions, and much to do, we forget and more than often just leave our own trajectory into the world externally, and forget that we are so much better when in nature, with nature, apart of nature and so discover from our willingness and passion.

Most men are not cruel, negligible, self-centred, and self obsessed and yet we focus in on that becoming rather abstract from the  whole wellbeingness of being seated embedded in mother nature interventions that ground and guide our imaginations, and grow our hearts into an alchemical and far in landscape that smells, moves, creates and hums, and allows all things to be as they are.

In a nut..life is great with a mutt!

 

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

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.

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Me in England, 44

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Me in Swindon, 19 years old.

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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.jpegThen 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 .jpegwhich 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 tamazepamand 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

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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.

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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 abattoirCattle-being-slaughtered-with-sledgehammers.jpg 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 pharmaceauticals.jpegnumbers, 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.

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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.

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