All my life I was a high seeker of approval from a childhood of neglect & poverty consciousness…I went into the life of living in London with no family support & a lot of emotional wreckage- nonetheless I intuitively always did things my way and throughout my journey I began to unravel the terror of my own inner calling & all the external factors that dominated my own self loathing & extraordinary powerful wonder at life on Earth. I have now seen how all of us are fear led by a set of outside influencers from family, schooling, television and multimedia to the State, institutions & business models that have left me powerless and powerful.
This is my own unique reminder of how it weakened my cause for a tremendous life & the individuals I’ve met who are legends for being and living outside the box.
As I am blessed to be here in the world, I have realised my purpose that aligns to all things Organic, local & seasonal & that we come from the soil so we should really start demanding the food we eat is clean and that how we live as individuals isn’t dominated by then and us, Black or white, labour or Tory, democrats v replublicans, as the old duplicitous model demands one or the other..or else….I have broken down hundreds of times self awarely realising that my individual who I am is sovereign and I am thoroughly assured that whatever happens I am blessed with high vibratory outcomes from choosing a unique coordination of how and whys…
I am reading the most extraordinary book right now written in 1972 called The Secret Life Of Plants…it’s cemented my self belief in sentient life and energy beams that transcend the ridiculous dumbdowning, grotesque processed, mass intensive food erosions we eat in the name of feeding the world, and with that, this book has surplanted my innate gifts to furthering my relationships with being here on Mother Earth.
I am aware I’ve been a sloth in many parts of my life hiding my talents through fear alone. Fear has been a major undercurrent that has strangled my attempts to be epigenetic and original in my own nature.
I have trembled and fallen every single time I felt the breath of god upon me that tingled, sparkles and brought me to potential success in all my hairbrained schemes and not so…
I’ve struggled with nicotine & alcohol that I would use to block my potency and life giving force as I’d tell myself I am not worthy of being the best. I’ve stumbled plenty of times on my trajectory to seeking souls to love me and for me to love.
I have no illusions anymore about government & business working hand in hand to hinder the individuals right to govern their own wondrous paths.
The church, the state, corporations & institutions have all clubbed together a false lower vibratory mindset to keep one from rising high, and deplugging from the matrix.
Either or, I read artists like Jon Rappoport who is a good thinker who seeks his own imagination that doesn’t fuel fearesque tactics daily under the hypnotic trance of buying into mass hysteria.
I do not feel anything other than intrigue, curiosity and wonder that as my daughter opens the windows towards the light in the tropics, I feel honestly grateful for even knowing what I know.
I have a raft of individuals of whom I disclose my humane vulnerability to and accept that I like many, love being involved in groups that match my frequency such as going to a party with a purpose like raising awareness around the increasing worries of synthetic food & Pharma, the awe fullness of deforestation & mass acidification in the environment that are tripling human & natural disasters to health & wellbeing, and the constant grip the government & banks have on usury systems to abstract your hard working efforts to paying for a very dubious accounting game.
I’m an Individual that thanks the crazy way my parents gave me such good bloodlines bathing me in vital organs and intracellular multidimensional factors that stand up for Mother Earth & Father Sky and the movement of fire, wind, water fixed and fusion to earth, metal and ether. That I am elemental and mystical as I remember to dream in my waking up. 
I have so many gifts that have frightened me and confused me. Complexity and complimentary are who I am. And so as I look upon the year just gone, I mark my breath with a sigh in-breath and gasp and shake and nod and plod upon the way I went this day.
2017 started then a French trip that blasted me back into my beloved nicotine and weed, coming up to my senses in June, I stopped all things including caffeine, I fell at the hurdle and soon got back in to canoodle with my age old scene back on nicotine, from there on I remember Dark Mountain in Schumacher, Siddington point to point, gay, abandoned, family forging ahead in a fantastic new fam light, jobs forging from apres France working with legends; therapeutic leading to self mastery of saying No, more to come on that one, then old passions returning, the Men start showing their potential for opening my box of love again more to come!
Spain in summer with the ugly ness of shit floating on the Mediterranean that left me poo pooing the effects of our pollution, swimming with bubbles of Brown effluents. Returning straight to the Kemble Train & my darling brothers 50th partayy….followed my lechlade river boating splashing and so much laughing! Onwards to Somerset for walks and much babminton, tor Mandela mystical inward onto a gentle tribal countryside pub Birthday hub, watery themes, Buddha dharma sanga deepest Devon with jimmy Frost and my brother. Separation, investigation, wondering should have I stayed or should have I left. Of which the latter was the choice. Back to carnival and onto the garden party, sparkly, magical, aligned and theatrical. The beautiful people. Into autumn trauma and tribal upheavals for all hands on Dec. Back to
Someerset. And so Campfire, Union Chapel, food festival and fear..introspective as I resound a loud cheer. Lessons for learning. Humility fork attuning. New and old friends returning. Less said better ahead…onwards to the ultimate tests of readressing the past tense, waking up each morning, not reaching for a rollup but rather seeking new old projects for my dreaming to come into the physical plain, not seeking approval, and hanging with well negative people, and dropping my masks revealing my glorious pasts as I present my presence with preceptorial miaisms! Ya!
2018… The doggie gates opening….friends, communities are all reengaging in blasting the old paradigm out into deep space memory as we strive to remember our individual differences are so much more biodiverse and not bland and boring, low sucking and warmongering. Unconditional love to all things present and living, animal cruelty stopped in a nano second, as we all push forward from fear to complete open minded enthusiasm and utterly uniquely passionately driven! Ya on with the revolution for rejecting plastic, intensive chemicals that cause wholesale harming from mental breakdowns to inflammatory cancerous carcinogens, and those creeping feelings of not good enough and scaredy-cat as I hold onto my hat. I should know. I’ve worked hard on my shadowy sides, interpretations and lies, and I can honestly say, as words pour out of me daily, you are your own insider your own choice decider, life is for intrepid and interested journey makers, when you’re blocked look at what feeds you, as my daughter says: when I eat good clean foods, I automatically become in a good place and mood.
Choose organic.
Stop getting distracted by the plugged in matrix 
Swich off your telly
Go befriend those that are lonely and isolated
Press forward tentatively with your own myths and story telling
Be self caring, loving and open minded
Feel your fear anyway as you laugh and cry everyday
Read good books as you take a good look around your own place and remember you’re ace!
Take off each mask you put on to hide your whose who..,
Inward intracellular multidimensional light walking feather light, indigenous tribe of humanity
Seek to the mountain top
Stop your internal external dry rot
Raise your whole game and think not
Of the sham 69 that the systems Devine’s as sane and bland, boring and unkind. We are not two sides yes or no, in or out, yet the third way is ancient ancestral and authentic
As my father would say: you left the gate open you stupid cow! Ah daddy !

Oh my god I think I’ve written a good blog! Sort of…lol….
Dec 2017


discuss his new book, Out of the Wreckage as he speaks about how the duplicitous disingenuous two tier tired top down statism and privatisation as the old paradigm loses grip on its once vital hold to lie, steal, cohere, and bully us into all the ills of today. The past few hundred years or thousand depending where you are coming from points to the implications of mass ecocide, mass genocide, mass fear based low-level tactical and political day light robbery by the elite, nobles, industrial complex classes whose real job is to keep us distracted, dumb-down and disoriented. The Lords and Ladies of elitism are being found out by their own malicious control methods to separate us from nature and agree to the entrapment of their ownership by any means. Since the pillaging and throwing off the small holders, carpenters, wheel Wrights, weavers, growers, foragers into the jungliest of the nightmare of the Industrial Revolution that saw The Enclosure Acts that began in the 15th centuries towards the gradual separating of the common man from his beloved interdependence to living off the land and the continued practice of rituals with knowing the seasons with the returning birds from warmer climes. Open common lands, fells, woods, forests, dells, highlands, water meadows, were not for the few but for the many. Self rule meant good husbandry and respect to all things of Natural lore. There was no such thing as Job creation. Man knew his place without some idiot politician and do gooder telling him or her how to run his or her life.
The Trickers are now being outed on social media and any one with common sense is raising the floor as a call to arms to standing up for our beloved Mother Nature.
























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


















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.














