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
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
Archiving legendary people’s lives
Working with teenagers
Dreaming in radio broadcasts on 104.4fm
Tuning into that place leading up to gratitude all the while
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
All the things I could would should
In many different dimensions
And I know this:
Thank you 🙏🏽
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!
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.
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.
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
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.
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!
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.
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.
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, 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
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.
I am so close to tears, so much emotional energy and physical-ness- is pouring out of me…this past week and a half has and is pure Warrior energy…As I dived into the watery landscape of March the mad hare month, and faced all things unfolding, it was a very enlightening surprisal appraisal of all things good, authentic and playful. Spring was in deed around this corner and it came in the bag full as we moved from precarious Pisces to the demonstrative action Aries. I want this to sound good and well, and not too crazy, however it was crazy, it was deep, it was syncretistic, I did learn so much, and I have met such a variety of world workers from all walks, as well as step with my own dear blood family. Celebratory seems to be this months trajectory. And on top, I highly recommend that everyone switches off their main stream medial mechanisms, and tunes in to themselves, firstly, in so to allow self-development, non judgmental partisan behaviours and self-awareness that leads to full creative potentials….I have learnt the hard way in the times before, and I have leant to feel the force of flow and catch it in the waves. So where to begin this story?
March unfolded and sprang into an up and early to catch the many worms as I found myself working the door at MorningGloryVille…a sober dance party in east london that was themed on Africa. -us http://morninggloryville.com/about-us
Then to actually fall in love with Tom Hardy from a suggestion of watching Taboo from some dear customers from Islington Farmers Market and yes, I almost began a stalker campaign….he and his father wrote Taboo, however when filming, apparently it took a life of its own esoterically as though spirits from the other world wished to be really pulled into this rather authentic skull duggery East India cloak and dagger drama set in the 18th century with the theme of business as usual, go and kill the natives, make them slaves and whilst you’re at it, take all their possessions, which was one of the first legal drafts from The Admiralty Law; that said sails up, go conquer, plunder, take, plant your flag and bring back to your homelands, booty for the King! And so it was….
Then if that wasn’t enough to keep me interested I had the most good fortune to be asked to be a study on how Twin sisters daughters pan out, within the Ayurvedic charts with Astrologer Sonal and my twin cousin Lucille Glenn, at The Theosophical Society, No 50 Gloucester Place, W1 and hear the most illuminating lecture on how my father and mother played out with my life, and many of you who know me, know that childhood was beseeched with bad luck in regards to parenting. However our most illustrious Vedic astrologer beautifully interpreted who and how we were in this most fabulous setting where Madame Blavatsky and her community lived, and orderly opened up the questions of enlightenment in the 19th century of which I became very fascinated and began studying that society with other very interesting people like Rudolf Steiner, Alice Bailey, Krisna merti and having the good fortune to read Vera Stanley Alder and Finding of the Third Eye, The Initiation of The World and The Fifth Dimension, all written in the mid 20th century. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vera_Stanley_Alder . I buzzed off on Sonal’s interpretation , the astrologers recounting of life with Manners/Paget and how my charts are blessed, though I do have Scorpio rising in this ancient eastern philosophy….yet much to be grateful – I purred a lot in this reading. And realised I can do anything should I put my mind to and of which I have done a fair bit. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Helena_Blavatsky
Where to begin? I suppose at the beginning…Back before Christmas I saw a feed that had a strange looking energy around it, It was The Dark Mountain Project, and I read some of the folk myth stories from it, and I was attracted to it, intuitively, I knew something different was being forecasted, discussed, placed in the world in a form, shape and frequency that almost matched my own way of thinking…I liked and sent the project off to other people as friends on Facebook, who I thought would be interested. I then forgot all about that and got on with the holidays as one does. In the New Year, I thought I’d start this blog, no matter how it would look, feel, be, and opened up myself to getting behind the scenes of learning about WordPress and the bones it would be to make a small place for me to off let, outlet and blood let my deepest feelings coming up, which also ran along my creative writing course at City Lit. I just knew that for me to take the right foot forward I would have to expose myself in a proper way, even though some of the stories coming out of me would be difficult. I then noticed another story on Dark Mountain, by now I had placed this group as a follow on Girls from The Green Stuff, and I thought I should go and look at them again, I noticed they were doing an event, so I naturally opened up the field of consciousness to finding it was an event questioning the system in Schumacher College in Devon part of the Dartington Hall deep green ecology network & world. My intuition buzzed and I looked with keen interest at Schumacher, this was the place that Satish Kumar made his physical dream come to reality back in the early 90’s. I booked there and then, and put it tidily to bed till the event last week.
Then I met Satish kumar – the conceptualiser of Resurgence & Ecologist & Schumacher college on Wednesday 23rd March at Dartington Hall in Space as we listened to Paul and Dougald discuss the inbetween space of humanity and ecology that is much at the forefront of any decent enquiring mind where the world is filled with despots running their corrupt corporate mandates for slave debt money debt society. Satish held me captivated, intrigued and some one I aspired to be from a very long time with his very sincere, open-minded, willingness to explore the creation of life on earth and how we humanity, regard our place in the universe with Mother Earth, our provider, nurturer, life give.
We are all excitable children here in the time we come to earth and in our journeying were are explorers, and are grown up to wonder at the world, I was very fortunate to know how to ride a pony, milk a cow, egg hunt, play in the barns, rivers, woods and use my imagination to feel a wanna be lineage to the innate glory of all things organic, seasonal, habited, blessed, animate, inanimate, educational, practising and profound. Satish started Resurgence & Ecologist in 1966 and his whole wellness comes from a very sound perception that we are all interconnected emotionally, spiritually, mentally, and physically bound by earth, sun, moon, universe, elemental, diversity, poetry, eating organically, locally, growing, planting, grounding, seeking to keep self-improvement and mastering ones own destiny accordingly to ones own paradox! I learnt to fly again this week in Schumacher with a group of highly evolved spiritual beings and felt utterly grateful for my wonderful higher self to align me with The Dark Mountain Project online and put my money where my mouth was. I utterly couldn’t make up the joyousness of mulching, fertile, learning life-styling……
I was also propelled into a world of deep unseated thinking in a wild habitat filled with volunteers, and other courses…courses that were almost designed for me alone and the world I wished to investigate. I am so fiercely fed up with the diatribe language of world-work to live and that everything is costed, commodities, profiteers and that there is much more in the world than that. I simply had arrived in my spiritual physical home, Schumacher.
From the minute I met Zach from Toronto asking at Totnes in the rain to go to Schumacher and then another lovely girl also sprung forward, we were on our way. Things were looking and feeling already unusually easy. The cab itself was cheap and my happiness at going to this retreat was buzzy. In fact I did not stop buzzing. In the hall entrance way at Schumacher I met Peter Reason, author of In Search of Grace, Anna, sculptress/artist, and bit by bit, the group unfolded over a good organic, local seasonal lunch as we landed. A large group of 25 and very nice homely vibes abound all of us. After lunch and a settling in, we had our first discourse with Paul Kingsnorth and Dougald Hine which was very inspiring. We also went out into the woods to finish up the introductions to each other. I coupled up with a scientist, and had sat next to a lovely woman from Missouri with a fab southern accent. Deirdre. Day one was over, not before I re-met Todd Hanson, artist who knew the same people as me, and such a lovely he turned out to be. In fact, I had a bit of a crush that unfolded like a silly teenager; this place just allowed all this stuff to un-pour out of one, in a girlish and open-minded manner.
A truly highlighting moment for me at a lecture with Colin Campbell in the library at Dartington Hall discussing the Watery aspects of life and depression in society and how we are not permitted to accept and dive into our who we are. He went to university in the west, and got sick off the food, and western medicine could not help, so it was his tribal lands and relationship that brought harmony and wellness back to his soul. Colin Campbell’s upbringing in Botswana, the son of a renowned anthropologist and a creative healing mother. His grandmother was a famous healer, whom people voyaged to see from far afield. On formative childhood travels with his father he slept under stars, learned from traditional San people and ways of the desert, awoke beside lion paw prints, and regularly fished cobras out of his bedroom draw. Through the time of his upbringing he acquired a deep knowledge of Tswana culture and its traditional medicinal and spiritual practices. His talk fascinated me on the vernacular of Water of that comes from the middling years of life proceeding the fiery early years of a mixed up and down of being, and the impulses of sexual creativity years, look at me, here I am to a more open and wide atmosphere in growing up into a where the water allows humility to really come through, and self acceptance. His voice melodically sang as he took us on a close and personal quest that was touching and quite beautiful, eloquently sharing a transmutational pull of sentience as again, my frequencies hummed harmonically to his discourse. Colin Campbell allowed me to really remember a more solid understanding of the world we live in and how we have forgotten our tribal indigenous inter-relationships, interdependency and elders to children communities, all mixed with the natural cycles of life-giving seasonality, earth, wood, minerals and all things life affirming which are most assuredly lost in the urban city.
Though I did go and look more in to Dark Mountain and noticed a very good part of their thinking and feeling strategies are based around The Commoners, and what it used to be such an integral part of all human families, in their tribal communities and generations. When man became displaced with his ancestral lands, traditions, culture, family, things began to really go in a different direction. If you had no family to look after you no matter what in your own home, with a fire at the centre of the house, life was tough and to work for the means to live was the worst thing a man, or woman could happen upon her. The work ethic was unheard of throughout mans growing up in communities, yes, a man and a woman knew how to forage, make, skill ship through their families traditions, but to work without a family to return home to, with not a hearth and oven to bake bread and break it, drink local hops, mead and such was considered shameful. The commercial man really started to eerily transit in his adventures abroad, and warring. Man began to forget his heart was home and local and family oriented. The common life began to change from about the 15th C to The Enclosure Acts of the mid 18th century, as the Industrious pompous and greedy man began to corral and creep into the once open common lands that were essential to all beings freely foraging and walking about the communities of village and town life. The common man began to falter and lose step with the complex and fertile essence and potency that generations of man, woman, child, beast, field, river, stream, copse, forest, ancient crop rotations, seasonal feasting and fallow, folk stories, myth stories told by singing, by weaving, and by creating and not on paper, not in law, not in some stupid rich mans world where parochial was considered foul play by the now seeker of profit before planet. Local cottage industries all had a place and a need that had no written condemnation and that the community was complexed and very much attuned down the line of common lore and common values. When man began to use the law and his mental intelligence, he pushed hard against land use and began herding, enslaving, enforcing, making laws, acting upon them laws and we, the people began to separate from nature. Science played it’s part too, with the church to point at herbal lore, healing modalities, walking paths as it accelerated in full force from the 17th century. Dougald Hine’s message really struck a chord with me as I grew up on a farm called The Common Farm. And I recognise that creativity is more encouraging to my health and wellbeing, than automation and repetitive teaching.
To finish off my Mad March Month Blog, the next highlight of the Schumacher experience was the Deep Time Walk with Stefan Harding, see below. I couldn’t get enough and all children, and adults should attend. I made field recordings, and I am going to edit a little sound cloud of it. I learnt about life on earth in a two-hour walk on the Jurassic coast line. I now understand how time is irrelevant in the great scheme of things and that harmony, upwelling to the sun and planets are all vibrational and that mother earth, Gaia, loves us, so much. That’s how we stay grounded!
We are all part of a deep green ecological diverse world and on my walk with Professor Stefan Harding from Schumacher, we walked the Deep Time till we became bacteria, and in that bacteria we became men. We are all required to become better husbands to mother nature and co-create as individuals a beautiful outlook of high gods and goddesses that resonate higher powering up frequencies through choosing ethically, switching off the telly, tuning in to mindfulness and meditation, listening to the birds, and being grateful for being here right now in this time.
And finally, I got to spend the last weekend in March with my brother Lester James ‘Piggot’ Manners and Lucille Josephine Glen. We rocked the racing, Abba night, and The ancient White Horse Hill, though we were very tired by Sunday.
I found Resonance FM, 104.4. Are doing Space time holographic T-Shirts for Aphex Twin world tour…connected with my dear family in the beautiful countryside, met some awesome people world-wide, fell in love with fun, fungi and funny moments that are deeply imprinted in my life forever. I even got a photo of Aunty Binks, see below at Siddington Point to Point. I nearly cried when I saw her after all – she did bring me up!We hugged, and we laughed and all was forgotten that had pained me and pushed me into a place of separation. To enjoy the fruits of my family members, really makes me cry with joy.
I thank all that have come on this month of marching of which that have been masses – racism, NHS, Anti-Trumpism, and Anti-Brexit…I have not seen London like this for quite some time. The world is turning upside down as the people and planet now are shifting into chaos of which is a good thing.
Thank you Mad Marching Hares…Thank you
Here’s my poem:
Great basket islands
Skelleg to here west coasting
McKilleycuddy reegs The Burren County Clare Dawn chorus Ravens stay together for life and are all individuals Insects thrive from insecticides Clew Bay Connemara Co Kerry – cricket newt frog toad
Pert Babuki- the song of the faeriesHump back whales Dolphins Grey seals
Cessation of whaling Ireland is a safe haven
Maybe just maybe It’s watery it’s emotional deepening that allows a letting go falling down, falling away dropping downing into the intracellular memory foam beds that support the breakdown and move away gloriously ousting mouldy oldy paradigms that was all vertical and critical, outgoing hard cruel, separate defined
Feverish fighting pushing upwards bigger better look at me look at what I can do you see me
And so this young adult trembles in those experimentional platitudes on showy shows always in the know-how’s
Now depression lost unknown what am I who am I what do I do
Breaking into the middling years men-o-pausal- blood to soil to fertility to watery now the ending of into the widening familiarity that feels deeply isolated one step from the hand of time that pushes you under into the ocean and bedrocks rock bottom ravished and ravishing
Let go child woman crone let go
You are held by Earth mother tenderly reclaiming interdependence indisputably
I had to get out of my way
My hormones driving me along every day every night up in out in out shag shag shag
Now I’m glad that games up and I m outside inside looking in gathering up my creativity urges to upwell in out through me
Rarer and rarer in the world now
Looking through the lens of a space and time
Meeting new people & marvelling at who is who and how are you..running into the arms of my dearest old friends, collaborators till the very end
Alive and very happening…circulating, cheering on good willingness, interested in the art of detachment and light heartedness – fire in the grate, pictures on the wall, chatty chats to be had with pretty much all!