Writing Creatively With Spirit

A journey of psychic discovery


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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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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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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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Waiting for the Christmas spirit

Sunday 15th December 2013

Barbados Steel Orchestra

Barbados Steel Orchestra

This time last week I was at the airport in Barbados awaiting my flight home. I was still full from the superb buffet lunch we had at Southern Palms hotel while listening to the Barbados Steel Orchestra. We even ventured onto the dance floor so I could have one last dance on this beautiful island.

Camella and Kemmerick enjoying each other as much as the food

Camella and Kemmerick enjoying each other as much as the food

I was still a little worried about my weight allowance for the flight home as I’d had to pay excess baggage on the way out. One solution was to wear all my jewelry, carry my loose change, purse, camera and phones in my pockets, and wear as much as possible (after all they don’t weigh you)

One way to reduce the baggage overweight problem

One way to reduce the baggage overweight problem

In the end I need not have worried as my case was just within the limit and they didn’t even weigh my hand luggage!!! Having insisted on the way out that it could not be more than 5kg.

I wasn’t looking forward to the cold, the grey and the damp of England but I was looking forward to holding the first hard copy of Never on Sunday which I knew was waiting at home for me. I was also looking forward to seeing my children, my family and friends.

The day before at Bathsheba

The day before at Bathsheba

My head was also full of the publishing possibilities for Love is Not a Reward, and for the parenting course. Alas it was not full of Christmas – and it still isn’t. I’m still waiting for the Christmas excitement to kick in.


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Restless

Saturday 14th December 2013

Barbados beach

Barbados beach

When I left Barbados on Sunday evening the temperature was 28 degrees C. When I landed in Manchester it was 9 degrees.

I’ve been very restless since I came back – and it’s not just the weather. Although I’ve not been to my home in Jamaica for over 15 years I am feeling an almost magnetic pull to it.

I’m wondering if this has something to do with the information I received on the family constellation workshop I attended in June.  www.writingcreativelywithspirit.com/2013/07/08/family-constellation/

Maybe it’s time to honour Jamaica, to step into her outstretched and welcoming arms. Or it may also be the howling wind with a wind-chill factor of 2 degrees, or the fact that it was dark at 2.30 on Thursday, or that I’m contemplating passing up on a party to stay home in the warmth.


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Paradise left

Sunday 8th December 2013

End of the day on Miami beach

End of the day on Miami beach

I’m leaving Barbados today. Leaving behind the sand, sea, sun and clear blue skies, but they are the things that everyone who come here leave when they step on the aircraft.

What I’m also leaving behind which not every visitor may have shared is the easy acceptance of almost everyone I met.

The people at Crystal Waters in Christ Church on Sunday afternoons, the music, the happy hour and the two young men who challenge me to a dance off. Sorry guys, you didn’t even come close to winning – but I loved your sense of fun.

 

2013-12-06 08.28.54ALeaving behind too the patrons at Basil’s Bar in St Philip. Such a bohemian crowd, and Harvey I love your painting. I’m looking forward to seeing the completed ‘The Blue’ that will accompany ‘The Green’ at Hoopies.

Leaving behind a fantastic night at Zen restaurant in The Crane Resort, including the fish that welcomed us on the way in and said goodbye as we left.

Leaving behind fantastic friends who made me feel soooooo at home, taught me so much, and gave me soooo much love.

At Zen restaurant

At Zen restaurant

I swear they said 'goodbye' as we were leaving

I swear they said ‘goodbye’ as we were leaving

Till next time… stay sweet Barbados


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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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