Writing Creatively With Spirit

A journey of psychic discovery


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Birdman

Thursday 5th December 2013

2013-12-04 19.42.06After a marathon stint researching for the course yesterday I accepted an invitation from my friend this morning to head with him to St John’s church to feed the birds.

 

Of course I could also use the opportunity to say hello to the resident ancestors in the oldest graveyard on the island.

 

 

I also got an opportunity to see him at work selling his books (and mine) to visiting tourists.

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Bridgetown

Tuesday 3rd December 2013

Me at the wharf in Bridgetown

Me at the wharf in Bridgetown

I spent most of the day in Bridgetown, the capital city of Barbados. First I delivered a copy of Betrayed to the journalist at The Nation newspaper, the one who did such a splendid series on Dare to Love last year.

View from a bench in Independence Square

View from a bench in Independence Square

The rest of the day was spent looking for presents and taking in the city as a tourist. I lunched at Cave Sheppard on flying fish, vegetables and tamarind juice. Took in the sights from a bench in Independence Square, and had an afternoon snack of coconut water followed by the delicious succulent white flesh, better known as ‘jelly’ in these parts.

Drinking coconut water

Drinking coconut water

The ride home on the bus was like a disco on wheels as the reggae tunes pumped out from speakers that made my bones rattle. Not everybody’s cup of tea and it’s illegal here, but is popular enough with most passengers who collude by asking if music is going to be played before getting on.

Eating coconut jelly

Eating coconut jelly

I must confess to really enjoying the music, though my travel companion complained of a headache and asked for it to be turned down. In his words ‘it went from 10 to 9.9.’ I guessed it was more than that as my bones stopped shaking.


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Independence Celebrations

Monday 2nd December 2013

The weekend went by in a blur. The week of preparation and mini celebrations culminated in the full blown independence celebrations on Saturday.

Celebrating independence

Celebrating independence

I wasn’t able to attend the main parade in Bridgetown because I was working on preparing Never on Sunday for book form publication (Currently available only on Kindle). My friend had generously offered to help me to understand the process.

We created a back cover, and by the evening had eventually worked our way through to the point where final approval was all we awaited.

A word of warning to anyone thinking of publishing through Amazon’s Createspace. Although it allows you independence of content you still have to conform to a technical standard.

Unless you are very competent on the computer, including with graphics programmes, I suggest you go with their paid option. Fortunately for me my friend is extremely competent and has already published several books using this method. Even so, it was a long and involved process.

The following day the technical approval arrived. I was able to order a preview copy for final checks. It should be landing through my letter box on Thursday. All being well hard copies should be ready in time for you to pick up a copy before Christmas. Either for yourself or for a perfect Christmas gift.

The Barracks - transformed

The Barracks – transformed

After my hard work I was rewarded with a night out with a difference. It was a ‘back-in-time’ time dance held at the army barracks in St Michael. The barracks had been transformed into a fairy tale venue with the use of strategic lighting, tents and gazebos.

Not even the huge stage on which the mighty Troubadours International performed looked out of place. The band kept us on our feet for hours.

 

Troubadour International on stage

Troubadour International on stage

By all accounts the night was a roaring success with some of the proceeds going to the Barbados Youth Orchestra.

It was 4.20 a.m. before I crawled into bed. My feet were very grateful.

Revelers at the dance

Revelers at the dance 

Happy party goers

Happy party goers

 


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Figures of eight

Sunday 1st December 2013

2013-11-23 00.53.13Yesterday, just before going into meditation I saw many dogs walking around in a figure of eight. It was as clear as if they were in my room.

I know some of the meanings of eight are abundance and power as well as infinity. I also looked up the meaning of dogs and they seem to represent loyalty, friendship, protection and unconditional love.

I’ve tried to get a meaning from putting the two together but couldn’t come up with any more than infinite protection but can’t quite understand why I’d need protection, or why I’m being reminded of it at the moment. Is there something going on energetically in the world at the moment that I should be aware of?

Maybe I’m just tired, but you can think of any other meaning for the vision please let me know.