I received some pictures today from the director of SEREP showing that the work on zincking the roof has already started. Below is an extract from Fred’s email.
Roofing has begun
I am very very delighted to inform you that the roofing proper started yesterday with the zinc we bought using the donations. We can boast that 1/2 of it will be soon be roofed in the next few days and you will be able to see the pictures of the completed back part.
He also sent pictures of one of the newer volunteer (Niki) who is teaching in one of the older classrooms, and one of Charlott who was there when I was there. She’s teaching in one of the newer classrooms.
Niki in class 1
Charlott in one of the new classrooms
It looks like they are experiencing warmer weather as there is no evidence of jackets or jumpers.
I was extremely happy to forward a donation of £400 to the Self Reliance NGO project in Cameroon (Kumbo) this morning. Thank you to all who gave so generously, Karl, Keisha and Jason. Fred, the project director was ecstatic this morning when I spoke to him.
‘I’m going to order the zinc right now,’ he said. ‘Please thank all your friends and wish them God’s blessings.’
Self Reliance School in Kumbo Cameroon -waiting for the zinc
Self Reliance School in Kumbo Cameroon – nearly there with the roof now
One year ago today (10th January 2013) I started this blog to share with others the strange phenomena that had happened with my second novel, (i.e. things I’d written about started to happen in real life) see below and also see about. I wanted to see whether engaging in psychic development would have any noticeable effect on my future writing.
It has been an amazing year.
Circles – I began going to psychic development circles on Mondays and Thursdays. The Monday classes were focused more on using tools such as cards, crystal balls etc to give messages. The Thursday classes focused more on connecting directly with spirit (mediumship) in order to give messages.
I had many fantastic experiences. I realised that I could give messages using just about anything from cards, crystal balls, photographs, coloured ribbon, to plant leaves, flowers and scrunched up bits of paper. I learned that these things are just props, something to focus on until the connection with spirit is so strong that you don’t need them anymore. In the Thursday sessions I built my connection and learned how to do it without the props.
I was given many amazing messages from others in these sessions. I also learned that a trained and experienced circle leader can see inside your meditation. It was in one of these sessions that I was directed to look more closely at the Maroons in Jamaica. Several messages from different people lead me to push past my fear and explore shamanism. I first met one of my animal teachers at a Thursday circle.
The Amadeus Centre, West London
Shamanism – My exploration of shamanism took me to a workshop at the Amadeus in London in June. It was called The Way of the Shaman. It was incredibly intense and I came away knowing that shamanism was the spiritual path for me. It lead to a new category of the blog by the same name.
Earl Purdy and me at A Course in Miracles Conference – awesome man
Workshops – In between the circles and the shamanic workshop I attended a number of other developmental workshop. These are recorded under Developmental Events.
Dreams – Once I began the circles my dreams became much more active and in some cases predictive. Many of these are recorded under Dreams. I was incredibly grateful to everyone who made suggestions on how to interpret them.
Graves at Brompton Cemetry
Stepping stones – Sometimes things would happen that didn’t fit into any of the categories. Things like seeing things flash before my eyes, or hearing voices that instructed me to do certain things (am I scaring you now?) like when I was told about Tom Seligman. The information lead me to more information for the research for the book I was writing. Another lead me to West Brompton Cemetery in London.
Countdown to Cameroon – From the research I developed a curiosity about my African ancestry. I took a DNA test which showed that my ancestors were from Cameroon. In October I set off to find them and had an adventure that surpassed all my expectation.
African Ancestry DNA kit
Writing – And what about the writing? As well as the many thousands of words of blogging I wrote two more books.
The first, Never on Sunday was published as an ebook in August and in December in hard copy. Both are available from Amazon.
Never on Sunday by Penny Dixon
The second book, Love is Not a Reward is current out to readers for comment. The ones I’ve received so far are favourable. This is the one that’s linked to the parenting course that I’ve been writing for the polytechnic in Barbados. It’s due out in about three months time.
It wasn’t all hard work in Barbados
So has the experiment worked? Did the psychic development influence my writing? The only evidence I have is that things I’ve written in both Never on Sunday and Love is Not a Reward have happened in real life. I’m still a little spooked by it because I never know which things are going to manifest in real life. Maybe that would be true prediction, true prophecy.
Where to now? – Well, the writing continues. I have at least eight books in my head waiting to come out. Spiritually I will be focusing more on shamanic practices and will write about these as much as I can.
Dancing with the juju man in Cameroon
Back to Cameroon – I’ll be going back to Cameroon later this year so will be writing about that too, along with anything interesting that happens in my spiritual, ancestral and writing world. I hope you will continue to drop in from time to time.
Last night I dreamed that I died on 20th August last year. I didn’t realise that I’d died because so many people could still see me. It was only when one person clearly couldn’t see me that it made me question my physicality.
I was at my brother’s house for a celebration dinner. I asked one of his sons if he could see me. He said, ‘Yes, don’t you remember that I called you the other day to help me with something at school and you came and helped?’ I couldn’t remember.
There was an empty chair between my two brothers. I indicated that I intended to sit there. One brother looked a little uncomfortable but the other seemed fine with it.
On waking I was very perturbed by this dream because it felt so real. I began wondering if I was indeed deceased. Maybe that’s why some people that I’ve been trying to meet up with haven’t responded.
I lay there asking myself ‘Am I really deceased? Is there really no need for me to go to the gym?’ I arrived at the gym at 7.20 a.m. desperate to re-confirm my physicality. I was reasonably reassured by the time I left, but I’ve had an odd feeling all day. It did feel very real.
Any ideas on what this could mean? Do you know anyone who died on 20th August last year? If not did anything significant happen on 20th August?