Writing Creatively With Spirit

A journey of psychic discovery


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Loss of sight

I write this inform, not to alarm.

Bees gathering nectar. A reminder that there is still sweetness in my life.

Bees gathering nectar. A reminder that there is still sweetness in my life.

On Friday 1st May (May Day) I lost the sight in my right eye. It was sudden. I was at the gym and at first thought my vision was blurred by sweat. Later when I left the gym I realised I couldn’t see out of my right eye.

I actually put this down to being tired and determined that a good breakfast and a bit of rest would put this right. Only after a delicious breakfast of scrambled eggs and smoked salmon on toast, washed down with my favourite green tea, did I think to look up the condition on the internet.

Advice was to get to a specialist without delay, so I walked the ten minutes to the opticians who said ‘get to the eye hospital straight away.’ I took their advice, ordered a taxi and was there 15 minutes later – two hours after the initial loss.

Despite being assessed as urgent I waited 4 hours before being seen by a doctor who, after seeking two lots of opinions told me that sadly I would never regain sight in my eye. There were several things they could have done to try to help me regain my sight but they all had to be carried out within a 6 hour window and sadly I was just 15 minutes outside that window.

‘Oh,’ I said not really sure how to take it all in. ‘Has anyone ever recovered from this blockage to the artery?’ I wanted to know.

‘Not to my knowledge,’ he said, and I could see it pained him to have to be the bearer of such bad news.

I heard my voice, as though from afar say to him ‘nothing is lacking that is needed, and nothing is included that is contradictory or irrelevant. If this is in my life there must be a reason. It’s important that I find the reason for this.’

He looked at me as though the shock had been too much for me and had tipped me over an invisible edge. He went on to explain that they were baffled as to why I had experienced this blockage as I was a) too young and b) too physically fit and healthy in other ways to fit the profile for this condition. They therefore wanted to hand me over to a medical team for a full medical assessment.

Without boring you with the interim details I was referred to the HASU (Hyper-Acute Stroke Unit) at Heartlands hospital for further tests. Again, not wishing to bore you with the details all the tests came back negative, but it was deemed prudent for me to stay overnight for observations. I was offered a high dose of aspirin to begin the blood thinning process, a precaution against further blockages in the body. As I’m a little averse to medication I declined.

It’s not easy to sleep on an intensive care ward. There are hourly monitoring, other very distresses patients, and constant bleeping of mentoring machines. I used the time to meditate and to journey inward. I consulted with my higher self and my intuitive guides to find the answers to the cause of the condition and what I needed to do to put it right. I refused to accept that my sight was gone forever.

The following morning I saw the consultant who amended the earlier diagnosis. He said a few people with this condition never regain their sight, a few regained all of their sight, and all the others sat somewhere between the two extremes. So, thought I, the diagnosis has caught up with my belief.

I have been prescribed a blood thinning drug and satins – both of which carry the potential of side effects, adding complications to an otherwise healthy body.

Last night I was advised (via a message at the spiritualist church) that onions naturally perform both functions of the drugs I’ve been prescribed.

I’d be happy to hear from anyone who has experienced this condition.

Unfortunately as a result of this incident I was unable to partake in many of the activities I had planned for the weekend. I did not do my dance choreography on Friday. Did not attend my writer’s meeting on Saturday or give my presentation at the Bible study group. I did not perform belly dance and poetry at my friend’s birthday party on Sunday for which I truly, truly sorry.

I have however experienced overwhelmed love sent by so many of you. I’ve been touched by the offers of help and assistance, and the gifts of food and vitamins. Your positive energy has lifted me, kept my spirits high. It is what I crave. As I said, this is not to alarm.

I continue to look for the cause and the cure on a spiritual as well as physical level. Your continued love and positive wishes are greatly appreciated.


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Some Sundays are just magical

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Met another writer in Cannon Hill Park to exchange samples of our work.

Autism is only one part of me

Autism is only one part of me

Realised there was an event taking place to highlight Autism

Participants in fund raising event

Participants in fund raising event

Joy of joys it was also the Farmer’s Market at the Midlands Arts Centre and my favourite vegan stall was there. His falafel s are to die for.

Vegan stall

Vegan stall

Then it was on to the Ikon Gallery to hear Arfo Mio in concert. Fantastic venue, great crowd, scintillating performance.

Afro Mio and band

Afro Mio and band

Was just getting into the dance groove when it was time to go.

Finished  off with a few drinks at the Rep bar. Yes, some Sundays are just magical

Finished  off with a few drinks at the Rep bar. Yes, some Sundays are just magical


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On the Face of It

Ita Gooden reads from her collection of poems 'On the Face of It'

Ita Gooden reads from her collection of poems ‘On the Face of It’

Ita Godden aka Miss Culture Jam aka C J Lewis had a triumphant launch of her first collection of poetry On the Face of It at the Nuvo Cocktail Bar in Brindley Place Birmingham last night – April 24.

Hosted by Sue Brown and chaired by Roy McFarlene (Birmingham 2010-11 Poet Laureate) we were treated to delicious mix from Ita’s ‘book of life’.

 

 

Roy McFarlene chairing the  night

Roy McFarlene chairing the night

She read love poems, poems about the absurdities of life, touching poems about her parents and a few raunchy near the knuckle poems. Some accompanied by musicians, others standing on the strength and fluidity of Ita’s voice.

Sue Brown hosting the night

Sue Brown hosting the night

Ita looked beautiful in blue and her energy gave everyone else permission to let go and enjoy themselves. Her friends and family came out to support her. Guests included Birmingham’s Young Poet Laureate Serena Arthur.

Serena Arthur Birmingham Young Poet Laureate 2014-15

Serena Arthur Birmingham Young Poet Laureate 2014-15

Despite the ample size of the room there was standing room only for latecomers.

It was a lovely, lovely night. A triumph!


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Good friends

Remembering a more relaxed time.

Remembering a more relaxed time.

Sometimes, when you’re so tired, when you’re wondering if it’s all worth it, when you could put your head in your hands and cry, you get an email like the one below. And it gives you the energy to keep going. Thanks Roger.

The indefatigable author Miss Penny Dixon is reported to be totally knackered….
 Dermot Murhgahan on Sky News exclaimed….. And I quote…-
 ‘No bloody wonder..!!!’
 An NHS spokesman says the underlying problem is that people such as Miss Dixon have so many balls in the air at one time..
And even though they have ample skills to keep on catching them they don’t realise that some of the balls have become heavier… 
She’s being advised to take a humanity check as she is only human like the rest of us.. also to throw some of the balls to one side for a while or possibly throw one or two to someone else… 
Professor Camden an esteemed psychologist at the Dixon Faculty of the Spoken Word ,
 (The faculty was funded by Miss Dixon following her success as an author to inspire others to keep their balls in the air too).

 Professor Camden has reported to the media that he and other close friends will be keeping a very close eye on Miss Dixon in the future as many of us have dropped our balls in the past and are now catching them again thanks to her intervention and good advice..

 


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Writing Creatively With Spirit – 2 years on

Love is Not a Reward and accompanying Sourcebook

Love is Not a Reward and accompanying Source book

I can hardly believe how much my life has changed since I started writing this blog two years ago. Then, I was tentatively putting my toes in the psychic development water. Now, while not a master of any one gift, I have been making steady progress with mediumship and giving psychic messages using a variety of objects, from crystal balls to flowers, drawings to cards.

But it is in the area of Shamanic journeying that I feel I made the biggest strides. After completing a workshop in June 2013 (The Way of the Shaman) I’ve been journeying on a regular basis. At first it was for myself, to get guidance from my spirit guides. Then I began to tentatively journey on behalf of others. This is where I get my most accurate and consistent results, closely followed by my dreams. I’m now being guided to numerology, a deeper understanding of which will enhance the quality of my messages. It’s the section of this blog that gets the most hits, especially at this time of year.

I’ve been guided to what to write, when to write it, when to publish, the title of the books, and even what colours to put on the cover of Love is Not a Reward.

I set the blog up to share my journey in trying to determine whether my psychic development would affect my writing. It clearly has. It is also impacting massively on my personal and professional development.

In the last two years I’ve written and published two books Love is Not a Reward and an accompanying Sourcebook. I’ve written many thousands of words in this and other blogs, and I’ve just completed a play based on my trip to Cameroon – a trip directed by spirit.

I will be performing the play later this year. It’s called Madam Bonkiyung and I’m going to chart it’s progress in this blog under the separate heading Madam Bonkiyung. I hope you will continue to share the journey with me and to come and see me if you can when it is staged.

I’m also going to be writing a biography for a musician as well as contributing to an exhibition of art and poetry. Going to be a busy year, but hopefully as exciting and productive as 2014.


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Minister’s day

Reverend Stephen Bentley and some the congregation at Journey MCC

Reverend Stephen Bentley and some the congregation at Journey MCC

I met with two ministers on Sunday. One was conducting his first service as a permanent pastor after some time in a temporary position. We were a mixed bunch from all walks of life. It’s also a place where lesbians, gays, bisexuals and transgenders (LGBT) feel welcomed.

Reverend Stephen Bentley

Reverend Stephen Bentley

As I looked around at the small congregation I couldn’t help feeling proud of my friend who, like Jesus, has chosen to minister to those people who are considered outcasts and abominations. I asked myself, How could God have created anyone less than perfect? Who are we to question his creation and worse to deem his creation ‘wrong’ in some way? It was a lovely service and I felt privileged to have been a part of it,

Me and the Reverend Stephen Bentley

Me and the Reverend Stephen Bentley

I met the other pastor in a university library some hours later. An accomplished dramatist, he helped me to get beyond my writer’s block. He reminded me that in writing a play the emphasis needs to be on PLAY. Apparently I’ve been taking it all a little too seriously.

By the time I left him I was much lighter because he help me to create a new structure and a new vision.


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Transforming Numerology

Numerology transforms. I knew it was a way of signposting what could happen in the future by understanding the energy in our names and date of birth. I was unprepared for the spiritual transformation that happened on the 6 day intensive foundation course at the Connaissance School of Numerology in Royston, Hertfordshire. It definitely wasn’t just about the numbers.

Brilliant teacher Sonia Ducie guided us through some rocky inner journeys to bring us out safely at the other end. Lots more processing to do.

The 15th century venue sits on top of Royston Cave, a Templar’s cave previously used for  initiation. Also the St Michael and St Mary ley lines meet under the building. How could it not have been transformational?

Looking forward to starting the Diploma in February.


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An amazing Conference

Speakers L-R Front Row Luis Falcao, Michael Murray, Miranda Macpherson, Paul Goudsmit, Middle Row Carolina Corada, Ian Patrick, Jane Tipping, Colin Tipping, Back Row, Robert Holden, Cheryl Ford, David Hoffmeister, Nick Davis

Speakers L-R Front Row Luis Falcao, Michael Murray, Miranda Macpherson, Paul Goudsmit, Middle Row Carolina Corada, Ian Patrick, Jane Tipping, Colin Tipping, Back Row, Robert Holden, Cheryl Ford, David Hoffmeister, Nick Davis

2 days, 10 speakers, 200 delegates and one God. It was an incredible event. I wasn’t the only one who made massive spiritual shifts.

Party time

Party time

Lovely hotel, delicious food and new friends. Plus a 20th anniversary party with proper dance music. I got a chance to shake more than a leg.

Party cake

Party cake

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In need of an early night in preparation for the start of my numerology course tomorrow.


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A weekend of Miracles

A Course in Miracles Conference programme

A Course in Miracles Conference programme

I arrived this afternoon in Latimer Place, Buckinghamshire for the 20th Anniversary conference of Miracle Network. (Supporter of A Course in Miracles Events)

Speakers include Miranda Macpherson, David Hoffmeister and Robert Holden.

I’m definitely expecting miracles this weekend