Mugwort and Other Dreams

Last night I dreamed of the ocean in a room. A queen size bed with white sheets situated in a field. The sea at one end with waves lapping a grassy shore. I began to ‘film’ this on my iPhone (as I do many of my videos) even though I wasn’t aware it was a dream I was experiencing. To me it was a reality that I didn’t question. To capture the awe, the purity, the power was a beautiful sight and feeling. Next I was then lying in the bed, but looking down from above. I was neither ill or dead in body. Just relaxing. The waves and tide began to flow towards the bed.

The bed then wildly bobbed about in the water, carrying it about the room. An awesome ride. I wasn’t scared. Just excited to witness it.

 This dream place I’d arrived it was discovered whilst (in my dream) en route to the toilet. That door was at the back left this ocean room. Ange and I were at one of the Lizian Events Well-being Markets.

Real awake life: Ange and I had been talking about when we’d go to one of the smaller shows at Trowell in Nottingham. I then temporarily woke for an in the night real wee wee. I often have toilet dreams of not being able to pee, or sat naked on toilets in open rooms, with people about and being rather uncomfortable. I then got back in my real world bed and nodded off again, stepping straight back into the dream world. I think the day when I actually pee in a dream.. Will be the time to get a waterproof mattress cover and continence pads. (One has to plan for these things in ones mid 40’s)

Dream: Ange and I watched the TV screen as our Lottery numbers came up. We had won! The relief and elation of being able to chase our real dream felt fantastic, but at the same time..unreal. In this vision. Ange was telling me to resign from my job, I was saying I wanted to finish my course. I then had a conversation with beer and whisky with Ashley, Ange’s business partner. Saying we will look after him financially. We kept trying to find out the amount we’d won.. But this dream didn’t show it.

I keep dreaming lottery wins. Its not a wishful thinking obsession. the intention is to have the opportunity and ability to move to our retreat. But a previous dream did show very clearly. £3.2 Million pounds. 5,7,15,26,33,47.

Real life: We actually spent the drive to the hospital (my workplace) divvying up and listing what we would give to family and some close friends. Being extremely firm about the ‘no and fuck right off’ to the ‘out of the woodwork’ creepers and strangers that would suddenly appear.’ The money will be wisely invested to help others and animal the proper way. Not just for hangers on, the self entitlement believers, users, con artists and false ‘friends.’ The purchase of the Earth Tree Retreat – The triple bottom line. Which will benefit people, the local economy, sustainability and eco living. Paying off mortgages and the purchase of a Villa for Family to use. If one thing lockdown did for me and Ange. It was accepting it really is time to take action and move. Planning, procrastinating, dreaming and deciding our rat race escape.

Maybe the ongoing Reiki meditation practice, Mugwort biscuits and full body CBD oil massage treat last weekend did something. I have slept the deepest of sleeps this week. Nature’s herbs have wonderful relaxing effects and benefits. Maybe it was the brussel sprouts with dinner last night, or the non-filtered water with the cup of tea with a ‘film’ on it from NHS office taps and scaly kettles…

Real awake life: Yesterday as I was fussing the cats. I thought I’d lock the window ‘ajar’ so they get a little breeze in ‘their’ bedroom, as they like to sit on the window sniffing the air, looking at the birdies and world go by. Then a thought, feeling popped into my head… What if some sudden cloud, pollution, something bad or swarm of bees comes…They will get in?

I hesitated, but left it ajar.  Later that evening after work, I perused the news briefly. To see a ‘close your windows advice’ a large industrial fire pumping out smoke across the city centre. Not too far from where we live. But looking at the map. Not too near either. Coincidence?  Are we in the Matrix?

Upon discussing this… Ange said ‘You need to start writing, blogging your dreams again.’

Well dear readers.. Get ready for some weird shit!

Also in last night’s dream adventure. I was at my Auntie’s house.. but it wasn’t. It had many rooms I don’t recognise, a little inner/outdoors square space, surrounded by odd buildings and rooms.. As a wandered about. I entered an outside rivers edge. There were small furry animals. A bit like Lemmings. I then saw a huge Otter beast. She looked at me, and then collected her little furry babies. Put them in her den. I tried to indicate I was no threat. She then began to attack me, lunging.

RAAAAARRRRRGH

 Flash cut scene to a dusty sandy, hot place abroad. Wandering, witnessing dream humans interactions. A sandy ditch when one of my old bosses was, who had bought the plot. A group of them walked into it and pointed. He picked up some kind of wooded carved tribal doll and looked very worried… As if their land had been marked.

Dream diary enthusiasts, psychologists – please indulge me.

The Law of attraction is to get the funds to set up our retreat. I work relentlessly on channeling and creating music. We both work hard and don’t claim benefits.  I hope I can earn enough from it to sustain us. The retreat and the land it is on, whilst using modern innovations and technology. Needs to utilize sustainability. Looking at its carbon footprint, renewable energy. I want mostly off the grid but the real escape is to be around like minded folk with shared goals. The kind of campfire harmony of happiness, discussion, activities and off the land living.

Ange’s new businesses (Fenix Flames and of of the Directors at Fenix Flames publishing – which treats the authors a lot fairer, and encourages their creativity, than some publishers) that are the building blocks to her sustenance have many branches that all link up to Earth Tree Healing. It’s not ‘all about the money.’ We are very much driven with on our own integrity. We’ve all been twats and done twattish and regrettable things. Some folk learn from them and grow.  Like I say… As long as we have enough abundance to survive and be comfortable. We want to give back. Complete and enhance the cycle.  I’ve seen so many unhappy people with, money in the bank, possessions, nice holidays, good jobs. But all they want to have sometimes is love. Being along whilst not alone is a reality. Being alone, whilst alone can be an unbearable emptiness. I’ve found spiritual practices, I’m not talking religion – as I am not religious. I believe in lots, have faith in energies, spirit guides and beyond. Whatever gives you happiness and hope. The greater good. The selfless soul. The connected kind. Finding your tribe.  We all want a good life and a good death when we exit.

We can’t take possessions with us to the next life. What we can do is make positive impacts on this one, whilst adventuring and learning our lessons. Sometimes the body and memories fade. Which is another reason; Ange and I document and make videos of our adventures. Posterity.

This weekend, as well as my 2nd Covid vaccination. (Hoping I’m not going to feel as lethargic this time) _ Like I said, growing gills and mutating into an amphibian before 60, is not my first choice of the dream bod, but I will give it a go kids! Variety, spice and all that jazz.  

We will begin de junking our house, selling, giving away, and donating items that no longer serve us. Bar sentimental possessions. A declutter, tidy and creating space is a good thing for us.  I’m a big fan and believer of ‘pay it forward’ and synchronicity, serendipity.

I’ve also pre warned our neighbour to ignore the screaming abuse and shouting that will ensure. Unfortunately and hysterically for some. (If you have ever travelled in our car with us and witnessed it) Every time we try to clear up the space behind the TV, under the stairs. A rage engulfs us both. Team work makes the dream work. Domestic Blitz! This week already, the tape measure has caused upset, anger with incorrect measurements. The Poof in the middle of the living room gets in my way, Ange loves it, fills it with shit. (Oops her shit… it’s not shit) I wanted to make an ‘Adventures with Clange’ time-lapse and documentary of this. Ange said no! Because she knows the row will affect our ‘public upstanding citizen reputation’ into foul mouthed angry stubborn bitches that can’t play nice together. This is why we don’t play ‘Monopoly’ or ‘Risk’ together anymore. With trivial bickerings. We both deeply love each other.

Clange v’s Clutter Dejunk Part 1

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Only Human After All

It’s now February 2021.

I had the Oxford jabsy vaccination yesterday.

It’s 5am. Our cat Rambo is pestering me in bed, and being a pesky annoyance harassing us for the last few nights lots…in his springtime excitement

My arm is hurting. Otherwise – feeling pretty good so far. Bar lethargic today and needed an afternoon kip.

I received a shielding letter yesterday – even though I’ve been very safe, careful and home working for the majority of the pandemic. I have some box ticking underlying health conditions. (Which I’m working on to improve, with support from my health providers)

Yes sometimes in moments my worse fears have been present. To my knowledge I haven’t had COVID or needed to test for it. But for all I know maybe I have? I’ve had the odd few days in the last year of feeling a bit rough, some sinus headaches, weather changes and a nasty UTI when Tipsy our cat got ill and put to sleep.

All those other viruses did not just go away. Bar getting it from the local cob shop. We’ve been pretty lucky when ‘super spreading’ has been allegedly rife everywhere.

We had a good virtual catch up via Zoom with friends last night. Netflix binge watching recommendations were plentiful. Along with a hilarious sleepwalking ‘checkout operator’ In bed story. Involving the contents of bedside cabinet being scanned into ‘under the covers.’ The realisation that nearly a year of this has gone by. Reminiscent recalls of those old times of hugs, holidays and socialising in the flesh. Wow! Facebook memory lane!

Watched a really funny film ‘Booksmart.’ Our sense of humour too.

With an easing of lockdown in the UK on the horizon. We are accepting – this year will, in many ways be restricted with movement and interaction with loved ones. This thing can’t last forever… well we will see!

Making the most of a crazy circumstance been the enabler for us : A productive working from home regime with the many facets of what we do.

Indeed opportunities knocked, were manifested and embraced. Adapt and conquer, or don’t.

With an improved and growing international reach of my Music. Ange’s businesses in the world of Tarot, book publishing, herbs, oils & candles are thriving.

Survival – financially, physically, practically and emotionally was the goal from lockdown 1. Yes we did it.

Be in no doubt, we have had our ‘moments.’ Some domestic arguments, irritated each other at times.

But perseverance and positive thinking remains the dominant thing. Days job stresses are my main trigger, followed by the approach to perimenopausal beginnings. Yes some low days. (See previous blog) But mainly good and productive days.

From the start of lockdown 1. I made a promise to myself to be productive with my passion – music. An album ‘GODS’ some enriching and ongoing collaborative work. I’m now working on a new album Goddess 2 for 2022. Let us not forget, the release of our live, raw improvised album via Stinking Rita band – Live From Studio Five (recorded in between lockdown restrictions last year in a rehearsal studio)

Spare time from full time day jobsy in the NHS & studying for a CIPS qualification is spent musically. (Bar killing a few zombie hoards on the PlayStation) it has become a productive Groundhog Day.

Leisure time is spent holidaying and exploring otherworldly interests and posting cooking videos via YouTube.

After a brief cold spell. We are venturing out locally for nature walks- the cross trainer has been my winter mode of good sweats.

Ange & I have indeed become weary and frustrated of our lack of freedom to travel – but have been good girls with the imposed ‘rules.’ The long dark winter months are never a favourite time of the year. Switching off the horrors, speculations of the media and reading books, listening to podcasts has been the way for me to distract from the shite of what we are presented with.

Disconnection has been healthy for me – as am not a social butterfly. Becoming even less so over the years. Keeping good friends close and everyone else at a distance virtually is good for me. Yes you can see my activities and sharings, (a record of memories for Clange)

I don’t look much at what others are up to, which in some ways is disconnecting.

In our home environment – we are de cluttering slowly. Filling every wall space left in the house with wall tapestries. Mystical additions to salt lamps with mellow lighting has improved our surroundings and limited space.

I did have a very busy and in some ways shitty dark January- good riddance you sticky stinky arsehole with fleas and piles!

Even my sad lamp stuttered. But a Gousto delivered meals regime of some very nice food, cooked live on Facebook & YouTube 4 nights a week by Ange is like eating out, at home.

https://youtube.com/channel/UCPQcD0P6MHFET1ksQ0XT2fA

Whilst not costing us the earth. Our food waste has definitely declined. It’s just the extra cardboard packaging. (That we recycle)

This new, free from supermarket visits life is great. Once a month, a staple goods online delivery. Weekly fresh food from Gousto & our farm shop. Has saved time & money for us.

We have enjoyed some weekend takeaway deliveries from ‘Filthy Vegan.’ A monster kebab with hot sauce!

As a regime of gradual and healthy weight loss fills us with wellbeing. (the odd blip week when the scales just say – “slightly disappointed, but don’t give up- if you don’t order naughty snacks – you can’t eat them bitches.”

Lessons… progress. Positive habit changes.

Ange did a lovely thing the other day. We are both very aware that others are not as fortunate as us. We are by no means wealthy with money. We are abundant and grateful of everything else.

We had a good month. So Ange went out and bought and donated some staple food stuffs (and a cake for the volunteers) who are providing cheap and free cooked meals at a local community centre.

Whilst also supporting animal charities, which we continue to do. It’s nice to not be selfish.

A big high five to those of you that have fund raised for good causes, volunteered, done your bit and philanthropists. Paying it forward feels good.

We were talking last night about how judgemental and dictatorial some folk have become… these post notification social media keyboard warriors, self professed experts ‘Ranting Twats’ in their chosen field of being fucking obnoxious and entitled. Yep.. we’ve all seen it and cringed, unfollowed, un friended. Not that this virtual reality of social media ‘friendships’ truly fills the void of human to human interaction.

The path to Dystopian nightmares in gaining traction. With technological distraction.

Ban your mobile phone for an hour and focus on the physical… wow… therapy for the addicts.

Weaned off the loneliness of virtual reality… now that is an impossible task for some.

I remember 10p in a phone box was the thing when I was a kid.

How times have changed.

Along with living amongst potholes, bodge jobs with no longevity of the fix, (as there is no money, a lot of wasted money in a failed energy company too. Why, when you are not experts or the monopoly in that field even attempt it!) – have a looksie too at Denmark’s plastic recycled roads. Oh and really bad inconsiderate drivers are everywhere, road hogging cyclists and a city that needs some TLC when it opens up again. I have visions of cities in the Walking Dead!

Then, there are the ones, that are able to articulate sensibly their opinions and have a decent debate, when these things differ from others. I prefer them.

Ange and I are intrigued by some Nordic areas and ways of life and are planning a visit.

We have been encouraged by ideas, proposals and support the Nottingham Green Quarter group, Nottingham Cohousing & Good Food Partneship. https://www.facebook.com/groups/nottinghamgreenquarter/?ref=share

I’m not a fan of the greyness and unsustainable greed of cities.

Ethical and sustainable approaches in business and living is paramount to our future.

Even though Ange and I are craving travel and road trips. (And are adventuring in food atm) Planning and researching is fun and fills us with excitement. Most importantly – hope.

Nearly a year of Pandemic (for whatever the real truths are around this thing) has left us restricted, grieving, struggling at times, but mainly resilient, productive and resourceful. Some have not opted for that route. I’ve interacted and listened with people who have experienced isolation, fear, rejection, mental health issues and it’s really is a sad thing.

Anxiety (I’ve had some worrying episodes) is the controlling mystery monster that never truly explains why when it exits its hole! But techniques, meditation, Reiki, reassurance, talking about it, has helped me combat that dark, bleak, empty, terrifying, panic entity in my mind.

There is also that elephant in my rooms of subconscious. The dreaming. An ocean of visual delights, horrors, strange need. My brain, soul, past lives are creating a murmuration of a party in my pants. I experience life times during those REM sleeps. The weird, the re digested is put into Claud’s mixing bowl of night movies and spat out. Recently hanging out with Tom Cruise (nothing sexual, even for a lesbian)

I don’t journal my dreams. I’ve already sought and found my mission and messages in the life (by no means does this mean I’m a complete enlightened being yet) I am cracking on with that journey. With the downs and ups that brings.

I’m now focussing on the beautiful awakenings of spring, walks by the river, blossom, the freshening of air.

The lilley pads in the lake. Those still moments of joy and breathing. Nature connection. The big wide sky. A little bit of tree hugging harmed no one and no thing.

As always – making music saved and saves me from an apocalypse in mind, soul and body parts. I can wrap myself up in it, never mind what is outside my creative cocoon.

Sobriety (mostly I have an unpleasant after effect of feeling depressed from drinking. Tea and a clearer head, has been the better version of me for a number of years) and spirituality is the path my twenty something I was weary of and uneducated in. This is now my (lot better) reality.

These thinking early woke hours, spent manifesting good things. Along with lesser times chewing over the bad and forcing myself free of those voices and frustrations. A mindfulness exorcism is something needed. Or a pep talk along the lines of ‘sort your shit out!’

Good days and bad days exist.

But…. the future, as well as the present should be embraced with all the positivity the world can muster. Survival and wellbeing. I’m sure there will be lots with a whole bucket list of regrets in hindsight, who did not invent or embrace opportunities, but dwell and place blame. Effort is sometime painful, exhausting. When I’ve failed an exam. I studied harder, sacrificed more free leisure time and retook to gain a distinction. Pleased? Accomplished? Hell yes!

But even with successes and failures. The effort of doing and trying is very rewarding. I much more enjoy the journeys than indulging the end results. As soon as one journey is finished, I don’t want to remain still, but embark on another.

With a daily routine of gratitude and appreciating loved ones and all that extra time with our cats. We journey on in this….adventure.

I am only human here…. after all. (Please excuse typos.. you get the gust)

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