Writing Creatively With Spirit

A journey of psychic discovery


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Back in my writing home

 

2016-04-02 13.38.57I’ve never been to an AGM (Annual General Meeting) quite like the Writers Without Borders one today. Usually they are dry, tedious, and something to be endured. People usually avoid them if they can, but not this one.

We had a fantastic turnout – 22 of our 25 paid up members made the trek to our new meeting place in John Lewis store in Central Station. Members were rightly proud of the many events we took part in over the last year, including the triumph of our latest anthology, and eagerly planned next year’s activities.

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There were two surprise presentations, one was a belated Easter egg offered by Tessa Lowe to Sue Brown as an appreciation of the way she has lead the group, and the other was a picture offered by Patricia  Bamurangirwa as an appreciation of the love and guidance Sue has personally given her over the years. We were all moved… we all felt the love… we were all reminded why we are members of this group.

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Cape Coast Castle in Ghana

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When humans replaced gold and ivory as cargo
When Africans were sold and branded
as merchandise
When the castle became a hothouse
of rebellion
Then protection was needed  from within
As well as from without.

Barak and Michelle Obama once came
Wonder if they too smelled the lingering
500 years stench of death
felt the pain of the souls the screamed
‘Remember us, Remember us’

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Where a church once administered
to the souls of the slave owners in the sunshine
A Priest shrine, in the bowels of the dungeons,
now minister to the souls of the dead
and to the hearts of the living
who want to remember
Marriages too are celebrated here

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If each wreath, stacked neatly in a corner of the dungeon
Represents a million dead
There would not be enough
To atone for the blood that was shed.

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Cape Coast castle offers an opportunity
for the Diaspora
whose ancestors left through the ‘Door of No Return’
to find our way back, via Ghana, ‘The Gateway to Africa’
Through the ‘Door of Return.’
Akwaaba! Akwaaba! Akwaaba

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Predencia Dixon Copyright 2016


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Children in Ghana

This is based on my own observations. I do not write for a whole nation… just what I observed.

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Small, and not so small children, uncluttered by clothes run around the yard or on the beach unconscious of Western sensitivities about nakedness. They display shades of black I’ve never seen before. Deep, rich, untainted, undiluted.

Children in Ghana march in celebration of the independence of their country (6th March), spend weeks perfecting their swing and swagger.

Children in Ghana carry wood, water, and whatever else the family needs, often on their heads.

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Children in Ghana engage in rites of passage. There is no guesswork about when they become members of the adult world. For many it’s a happy experience, a celebration of man or womanhood.

Children in Ghana smile a lot, offer to give you a guided tour of their area with no other request than that you make a donation ‘from the heart’.

Children in Ghana are its future; if they are carefully nurtured Ghana has a bright future.

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AWESOME 2015

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Practicing the masked dance for my play

2015 was an AWESOME year, despite being a year of challenges. In November 2014 I attended a numerology course and was told that I needed to go back to the period of my life between 18 and 27 years to clear up emotional issues if I didn’t want to carry them into my next 9 year cycle.

I began that work in earnest in January and was totally unprepared for the upheaval it would cause in my life. One issue was so intense that I experienced a panic attack for the first time in my life.

When I came out of it I marveled at how we can bury things so deeply that we forget that they are there… or we convince ourselves that such things no longer affect us. However, with the promise of a smoother path ahead I was prepared to dig deep, stir up the murky waters, open the doors on the demons and let them out. I was prepared to look them in the face and declare that I was no longer afraid of them.

I shed a lot of tears, and without the support and encouragement of my friends and ancestral spirit guides I would probably have given up.

In May, just when I thought I’d turned the corner I suddenly and medically inexplicitly lost most of the sight in my right. Again I leaned heavily on earthly and heavenly support and was carried on the love of both.

I knew that there had to be a reason, and as the medical profession had drawn a blank I looked to the spiritual realm. My diminished physical sight resulted in enhanced third eye vision and a deepening of my connection to spirit.

From the world of spirit solutions came effortlessly to issues I’d been battling with for years, and they were so elegantly presented that it took my breath away… and many of the people around me who had known of my struggles.

Despite the reduced sight I still managed to complete my play and perform extracts from it, (though it is yet to be performed in its entirety).

I took a fairy tale holiday to Barbados which included a 7 day cruise for my birthday around some of the most beautiful islands in the Caribbean.  I built a log cabin at the bottom of my garden which is now the most amazing rehearsal, meditation, yoga, just-sit -and -be-quiet space.

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I’ve re-connected with my Reiki and have been reminded of the power of universal healing energy. I finally experienced and understood the difference between the real world and this illusory one, and found an inner peace that carried me through some of my most difficult moments.

I’ve spent time with friends and family, offered and received support, laughed a lot, loved and have been loved.

It was an AWESOME year. Looking forward to 2016. Hope to see more of you then.


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Arise and Honour our Enslaved Ancestors

2015-10-25 20.15.15Yesterday I attended a Black History Month Service of Remembrance which took my breath away. It was held to honour our enslaved ancestors in a way I have never seen done before. Many of us accept that the enslavement of Africans by mainly (but not exclusively) white Europeans and Americans was cruel, exploitative and , which is probably why so many people want to forget about it, to ‘draw a line under it and move on’.

This remembrance service, held in the Holy Trinity Church, an Anglican church in the heart of a black community, to a different view. ‘Today we celebrate the strength, courage, perseverance and heroic actions of enslaved Africans… bringing some restitution to this painful and enduring legacy.’ The programme was clear about the purpose of the service.

In a very well thought out service the ancestors were honored with drumming (Chester Morrison) in song, (Negro Spirituals sung by Byron Jackson) poetry, (Maya Angelou’s Arise and Claude Mackay’s If We Must Die) sermon, (delivered by Robert Beckford, an exquisite mix of politics and religion) music (Rivers of Babylon and many others) and dance. (The whole congregation).

Chester Morrison drummed us into the service in true African style

Chester Morrison drummed us into the service in true African style

The Reverend Canon Eve Pitts began by asking us to use both hearts and head in our

The Reverend Canon Eve Pitts dancing in the aisles.

The Reverend Canon Eve Pitts dancing in the aisles.

remembering. The service was a combination of history, current day legacy of slavery, praise and honour for those who kept our African heritage alive even as they died, and a celebration of the fact that because of them we are here.
It was electric! The service made us laugh, cry, sing, dance, toast, and eat the delicious food that was prepared. The ancestors could not fail to feel honoured. I felt honoured to be a part of it.


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Barbados dreams

Arrived in Barbados about 48 hours ago. Spent the night in Bathsheba by the beach. Had two dreams which I like an opinion on please.

Bathsheba, Barbados. Before the surfers arrive.

Bathsheba, Barbados. Before the surfers arrive.

Dream 1 – I looked out the window in my house in England. My swimming pool was being repaired (please note I do not have a pool in reality) It was the deepest pool I have ever seen, I couldn’t see the bottom of it. There were many bits of missing wall was was being repaired.

Dream 2 – I was in an underground city. Everything was normal for a city, except that it was underground. I was escorting a woman from her maternity appointment.

I was still jet-lagged but had only had one rum. Any ideas as to the meaning(s)?


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Ordination

Catherine lighting her candle

Catherine lighting her candle

Yesterday I had the pleasure of attending the ordination of two of my friends, Catherine Hughes and Monica Douglas-Clarke as OneSpirit Interfaith Ministers..The event was held at the Second Church of Christ Scientist, Notting Hill, in London.

In what I can only describe as a moving, and at times spectacular, ceremony 28 new ministers were given their licence to practice.

The 28 bnew ministers and their mentors and supporters

The 28 new ministers and their mentors and supporters

It was an honour to share the journey with Catherine as her supervisor for the two years of the course.

Reverend Catherine Hughes (and me)

Reverend Catherine Hughes (and me)

There was a part of me that felt like a proud parent because I know just how many personal challenges she had to overcome to arrive at this place.

Monica and Catherine during the ceremony

Monica and Catherine during the ceremony

The event ended with a blistering performance of Taiko Drums lead by Liz Walters

Taiko drummers lead by Liz Walters

Taiko drummers lead by Liz Walters