Writing Creatively With Spirit

A journey of psychic discovery


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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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Cameroon Update – Chicken Celebrations

Sunday 23rd February 2014

So, the last nails were hammered in and, as is traditional, the roofers have to be thrown a chicken to mark their achievement in bringing the building to this stage.

Last nails going in

Last nails going in

Fred throws the chicken up to the buiders

Fred throws the chicken up to the builders

They have to catch it and bring it down to be cooked and shared with everyone as part of the celebrations of the fact that the building has reached a definitive stage.

Nearly there

Nearly there

Safely caught - let the celebrations begin

Safely caught – let the celebrations begin

Fred sends his sincere gratitude to all who have helped to get the school to this stage. Wish I could have been there to share in the celebrations. Settled for a glass of wine instead.

While this is a significant achievement there is still much to do, but for now we can all give ourselves a pat on the back for getting this far.


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Cameroon Update – The end for the roof?

Friday 21st February 2014

Just a bit more to go on the roof

Just a bit more to go on the roof

 

 

 

 

 

Fred’s comments says it all.

Hello Predencia (Bongkiyung)

What a great move?. We got the money and did not get to the office. We passed straight through the building material shop and bought one and half bundle of zinc which is now completing the roof. It wonderfully appreciated and a surprise to many.

The roofs will be completed today and we will throw a Chicken up to the carpenter as a tradition before he would come down from the roof. This is a sort of celebrating an achievement of the roof being completed. The chicken will be eaten at the site. I am sending you the progress pictures and  will send to you the completed one later.

All filled in!!!

All filled in!!!

I am just very excited as I cannot wait until it is finished this afternoon before I get to you. You are really a star. God has given you a wonderful gift for fund raising. I cannot imagine that only three of you raised that huge sum of money. If you did not come to Cameroon who would have done this to us? God alone knows why he really directed you to SeReP.

I will use the other 5000frs to buy the ceiling to cover the veranda, as you can see from the stair way in front of the office. The one which you supported to be put into use last time. We really thank you so much for what you have done. I hope others will follow and get on with the ceiling, plastering, fitting of the windows and doors, painting and so.

The students will have to welcome you at the bus stop if you will be coming in November in the morning. May you really be blessed.


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Cameroon update – The work goes on

Boy working outside the building soon he will be working inside

Boy working outside the building soon he will be working inside

Tuesday 19th February 2014

I’m very excited and bowled over by the way this project has touched people. I was able to send a donation of £450 to the SEREP (Self Reliance Promotors NGO) yesterday – thanks to some very generous donations. Thanks a million CH for stepping at the last minute.

I’m reliably informed by Fred the director that this should be sufficient to complete zincking the roof.

They will also be able to provide a kind of awning that will protect the roof from gusts of winds which could take the zinc off from underneath. (I am no builder but some of you may understand what I’m trying to say).

I was able to speak briefly to one of the pupils at the school. She said they’re very excited by the progress. Soon there will be no risk of the rain coming into their classrooms.

It’s not time to break out the champagne yet, but I did have a wee glass of wine. Thanks again to all who are supporting this project.


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Cameroon update – Nearly there with the roof

I’ve been so busy I haven’t had a chance to post these pictures that Fred, the director of SEREP (Self Reliance Promoters NGO) sent me a couple of weeks ago. The progress has been very rapid, but they need another £350 to finish the roof. It would be great to achieve that before the rainy season returns.

Shiney new roof

Shiney new roof

Hei Predencia,
It is my pleasure to update you again.  You can now see that the upper front has been roofed and then part of the upper back part almost half way gone.  
Only a bit more to go

Only a bit more to go

 
Yesterday we had a staff social and send off for Niki and I passed your greetings and all what you have done to make the roofing go up to this level. They were all happy and send you greetings to extend their appreciation to the donors.
 
Your efforts has given us a lot of hope and bright future for this project.
 
As soon as we get more zinc to continue, I will still get back to you with the progress.
 
Yours sincere.
Wirkom Fred

Please let me know if you would like to contribute to this phase. To nick a well know supermarket’s phrase… every little helps.


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One year on

10th January 2014

An idea lives on

An idea lives on

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.

Crystal ball

Crystal ball

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.

PICT2188I 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

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 - awesome man

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

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

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

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.

Trying to get over the shock

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

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.


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We are blue, black and gold. We are Ellerton

Tuesday 26th November 2013

Brownies preparing the flag

Brownies preparing the flag

Yesterday I had to choose between going to the museum and going to watch my friend perform some of his poems at a primary school. I choose the latter as the museum will always be there for another day, and school is still very much in my blood since my Cameroon experience.

It was difficult not to make comparisons. Here was a proper building with a fully functioning staff team, and children who know the resources they need for their education will be there. Basic resources like books, paper, pencils, and rubbers.

The flag is raised

The flag is raised

Ellerton Primary School, in the parish of St George, had planned an outdoor assembly as part of the island’s 47th independence celebrations. When we arrived the stage was set. Microphones and speakers were in place but I noticed there was no seating under the two large gazebos.

This was because the children brought their chairs with them from their classrooms, even the infant children travelled with their much smaller versions. There was order to the arrival and to the taking up of places form by form. I was given a programme for the assembly which was to last for an hour and a half.

It appeared to me, as I sat framed by swaying palms, marvelling at the idyllic setting, that everything had been meticulously planned.

What the school could not control, however, was the weather. As the last form was being seated the heavens opened and poured it heavy and copious blessings down on our small gazebos.

I was impressed by the pragmatic way both staff and children responded to this unexpected event. I say unexpected, but I guess rain is never totally unexpected in the Caribbean. Large umbrellas materialised from somewhere, and some of the older girls who were sitting at the back with me used them to ward off the first sprinklings. They gave up however when the umbrellas became ineffective against the torrent. Those of us on the edges had to move to the centre. The speakers were hastily covered, and the PA system moved to safety.

Although the shower did not last long, it was heavy enough to create reservoirs of water in the plastic above our heads, and the handyman had to be brought in to disgorge it before we could begin.

I mention all of this because of the way both staff and children handled the situation. It was clearly something that had happened before, and no doubt will happen again, and there was a calm and acceptance that they did the best they could to keep everyone dry until they could proceed.

Barbadian characters

Barbadian characters

Although we were twenty five minutes late beginning it was certainly worth the wait. The assembly began, as do most things in the Caribbean, with prayers. This was followed by the raising of the flag, ably accomplished by the Brownies, and the singing of the national anthem. An infant pupil recited the national pledge before the principal stepped forward to make her address.

Kemmerick Harrison

Kemmerick Harrison

Next on the programme was my friend Kemmerick who is a retired teacher and poet. He’d been asked to perform some of his independence related material and was just being introduced when the heavens opened again. Thankfully not as heavily, and not for as long.

Despite this second disruption – where one class had to take their chairs and run back inside because there was simply insufficient room for them under the gazebo – the assembly continued.

Kemmerick’s performance was received with interest and much laughter. This was followed by a parade of Barbadian characters from across all the forms. It was delightful to see the costumes and to learn something of Barbadian history through the characters.

Another Barbadian character

Another Barbadian character

Again I was reminded of our common history with Africa when two of the characters represented street vendors who carried their wares on their heads, a practice still current in many parts of Africa. (See video of Bamenda bus station)

The parade was followed by a medley of Barbadian independence songs where the children were encouraged to demonstrate pride in their country. The atmosphere was so exciting that I found myself waving my hand and singing ‘I am a Bajan’ along with everyone else.

After the closing prayer the children once again filed back to their classrooms – and amazingly they did not run over the hour and a half.

I feel privileged to have been allowed to share in this event.

I was Bajan for the day. Sorting a Bagan medal

I was Bajan for the day. Sorting a Bagan medal