I have plenty of talent and plenty to do and not to get caught up in Q posts,Q The deep grimy back stabbing state, duplicitous red and blue poli-ticks, and raise my consciousness to meet why I am here and who am I and not to be bothered in the blurry lines of mass media control, attached to mass pharma poisoning and mass intense food dumbing down programmes…rather to approach my life with my love for life, my keenness to express without who said what and when and to be truly authentic for my own safety and wellness…I do enjoy underground press, alternative media and other forms of inspirational narratives, but I do not stand by war mongers, deforesters, mass Pharma pushing, Mass Agri-intense destroyers of all creatures on this beautiful and rich biodiverse earth.
I do not stand by those who line their pockets by the blood and guts of children trafficking, exploitation of the masses through the media, and all things that ruin the land that we all come from. I am interested in harnessing my own wellbeing-ness by choosing what is right and what feels good, this being the sun, the wild and wonderful unpredictable weather, the way the elementals and seasons combine to grow up the food, the good unadulterated organic food, the seasonal and slow processing of growing and making, of knowing that the fruit in my jam this morning was picked by my own hand and made at home. To learn every day that it is a gift to be here. To appreciate what I have and NOT what I don’t. To keep working towards my greatest passions that are so embedded with my love for nature, that being little clods of grass in the verge at the edge of the road. That the flowers sprouting up in a city wall, are miracles. That we humans are so befuddled and dragged down by all the so called exciting stuff out there to be conquered, over come, with the constant thinking I must get that in order to feel this. That that of which is outside of ourselves is all just an illusion.
I am here. I have made it. I have come from afar but close enough to recognise that this is paradise. I have felt the cold hand of homelessness, of hunger, of being not good enough by my parents and peers alike. I have felt ashamed at my growing up as my fathers words still are at the front of my thinking – you nearly lost me the farm. I am aware that my mother was a victim and it carried deep with in my own thinking a lot. I am yet also so happy that in a strange way I have had the stories that are deeply sparkling in my electrons and magnetic feels of embodiment and sharp synapses that snap and uncurl great enthusiastic balls of potential. That even though my father was extremely cruel on many levels I survived and I loved my father so so much. That every kind word was to be held deeply in my heart for ever. And when my mother was happy, smiling around her beloved horses, and dogs, like I today with my wonderful God Dog job, I think of her. How animals were her success and joy in her vibration. Both my parents gave me nature and all the sentients of this multi magical planet. The parts I play in getting to know who Am I today, are that I recognise that taking mind altering foods and drinks do not work, that my own self reflections are based in the fear and love of making my own amends with and without others.
I have to say that things are unfolding fast and that I was initially going to write about my observations in Trumpism, I’ve been so enthralled with his narrative & as is to ask is Trump a troll for the New World Order and all the Deep state horrors or is he motivated to actually draining that stinky duplistic swamp?
And so I travelled down another rabbit hole that left me feeling very discombobulated, appalled and reeling that the deep state is foul, anti Mother Earth, and all sentient vibrations whilst low sucking lower archaic and archonic blood chi energy rely on other things trying to control through unconsciousness as their false gods attach insanely to great harvesting of humanity. Erghhhh get me away from that fourth dimension!
That we know deep down, in our bellies that the world is not what we think or seem to think. Many of my own feelings have been split in two.
The Swamp of cloak and daggers, skull duggery, msm dualistic blab blab blab
Are you here with us? or are you a terrorist? That seems to be the level of playing on a field full of deception.
I now see for myself that in my lacks I made up stories and some are true and some are just stories. I have much more to do than to worry and obsess about who does what and why, and remind my self that I love love love things and people and this planet called Earth. I am not interested in those vibrations that keep my stomach swollen and odd. I have had a strange stomach for the past year or two, my gut laden with some sort of entity or creature. So I have stepped up with the flora and fauna bacteria to mulch my deep seated gut into action with the help of Gregory Sams master of organic fermented drinks. I am blessed to be making my own apple kefir that explodes if not careful when opening. Greg gave me some great mothers!
I am happy that I am now on a new spring like trajectory that means I am not going to be distracted by the under currants of skull duggery, back stabbing, lying, thieving, and so on.
I am glad that I have the people around me who care about what they eat, how they stand up for their own unique beliefs and that we are all connected by the great source of life that gives us water, air, wood, metal and earth. I am glad that at this time in life I am blessed with the fortune of growing up on a farm, to a mad farmer who did things his own unique eccentric way. 
When I saw the psychic last year, she was clear that John Manners was desperate to tell me how much he loved me and how he was sorry for his reckless and selfish own victimisation of his fear to stand by his daughter. I know he touched me up as a baby and a toddler. I know this to be true however I am working on now being the best version of myself and moving myself away from those that try to harm and take me to another place that is dark. I know that darkness exists, for without the dark, there could be no light. I know right from wrong and that as my diary page unfolds my beautiful hands give way to my heart, to my mind, to my body and allow the tumbling of words to flow at ease and in readiness to make the best of what I am.
My Dad in our kitchen on The Common Farm..2008
This book has changed everything…
I am therefore creating a story called Children of The Soil, that runs with my life long passion of interrelating to the wonder of micro and macro organisms any the sentient calling of all life on earth, in the universe, in the heavens and in the deep deep dark underbelly the womb and the life giving that she our Great Elder, Our wonderful Grandmother Mother Earth, who gives all her children the opportunity to wake up and walk lightly as our great ancestors did before us and now they are here in my heart, in my thinking, in my righteousness to talk closely in my dreams, in my soul, in my deep deep connection to earth that all is well and that her concerns are that we as individuals not get caught up in dark dark lower vibrations that are yes here, but our mother is telling us to go outside and look and feel and touch and be apart of nature, not the dark web, the dark dark days when women were killed for being healers who had the art and crafts of the fields, the woods, the herbs that scattered across the great swathes of the countrysides, in the cities, in the villages and towns..that each parochial interdependent part was bound together to help and heal, not though of what our past did to eachother in the grim thundering of science and industrialisation that brutalised our breathens and sisters. That the enemy is within and that the mind can be trained with an uplift in the glory of ascension of self realisation of self care, of self awareness. That we must turn towards our own sovereignty again and again and not get caught in the hum drum low vibe of men with swords and without due connection to earth.
This is how we have come, from the clay, the soil, the great life giving mulching, mixing alchemy that gives us our daily bread, our delicious fruit and gracious flowers….The need for me is to stop dragging myself into a place that harms, is toxic, is gray and bound with bondage…I have been in bondage all of my life. I have struggled to make sense of any thing and everything. I am a child. I am also a woman and a survivor of external and internal battling. I have grown up to feel dirty and at times pure. I am both of the parts of all things that we humans are.
In all things on this planet, we are creators and for this, I am no longer aligned to the malpractices of those who wish harm on Mother Earth and Father Sun…I am interested in the making and growing up of myself to become that of which I chose to come – A Rainbow Warrior of this Great Earth…Ta x
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.
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.
Whole Earth Foods, and Harmony/Real Eat.
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.
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my journey that is not governed by commercial interests, and making the world ecologically unsafe. We are living in an age where we have forgotten to cherish what is important. I am concerned that my daughter will grow up in a world without basic needs because of the continuous trajectory of the Global markets and the defunct economic system which does not take responsibility for the environment other than to keep slashing and burning and bombing and drilling, mining,etc which intern dehumanises us all.
Straight From The Horses Mouth 