After several months hiatus I have decided to resume the blog. It has stopped, started, moved and chased its own tail but now I feel the stirrings of actual blogging.
Recapping from the last (ages ago) post I got the laptop back from Penzance station after several phone calls and a car dash. The car dash wasn’t really necessary in sleepy honest Cornwall but it did accentuate the drama. It had been handed in by the wonderful Eileen who left a note. I haven't been able to get in contact with her but am very grateful.
As the country recovers from a mini-heat-wave and wonders whether that is summer done and dusted I am writing my book to be published by my new publisher, O Books. The book didn’t have a title for a long time and then in a flash of lucidity it told me it was called, I Am Psychic. I emailed the name to John Hunt and got back, ‘I like”. Squeal! He didn’t squeal, I did. It is exactly what it says on the tin and I’m enjoying it very much.
Martyn is also writing a book. It is a compilation of true-life extraordinary stories for Summersdale Publishing and the generosity of people who have shared their tales and bared their souls is amazing.
Over the last few months I have had an offer of representation from a TV talent agent, who I will sign with when my book is finished and I have been invited to Kuwait to host a Beyond Bliss retreat – oh yes life is grand.
Tomorrow Mick and I are popping to London as I am going to Random House for a focus group discussion on ebooks. I think the digital book market is going to be huge and I have ‘seen’ in my future wanderings ebook dispensing machines at airports whereby books are downloaded or blue-toothed to your reader instantly. Martyn and I discussed this in detail and he suggested I patent the idea. It seems however that Nokia have already done it - a long time ago.
I intend to have an ebook publishing company with Past Life Tourism being the first book as I own the rights. We will specialise in the Mind Body Spirit industry. At the moment I am just working out the commission basis for authors and the logistics of such a business.
I think the MBS group, out of all the genres, embrace digital publishing from a forward thinking perspective and to save trees. What do you think?
Thank you for reading x
Tuesday, July 07, 2009
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Wild thing
I am writing this is a cafe in St Ives looking out at the sea twinkling in the winter sunlight. It is idyllic. Getting here was quite an event beginning with the numnut at the railway station printing out the wrong train times.
Thinking I had a 2 hour gap between trains at Plymouth I settled with a coffee when along came Eileen who shared that she had a half hour wait until her train to Penzance. Ha! Half an hour - I had 2. The next leg of my journey was to St Erth, which is the stop before Penzance. I braved the ticket office despite the numnut instruction playing in my brain, "You are committed to these trains!"
As it happens I could get a train at any time from Plymouth and so thrilled at saving a big lump of time I boarded with Eileen. We chatted and the journey seemed quick and pleasing.
Arriving at St Erth so much earlier than expected I skipped over the bridge to the platform to get the toy train to St Ives but I seemed to be carrying less than before. I was. My Macbook was still sitting on the train. How can anyone forget things of importance ... I've always wondered. It's easy. A moment of distraction; that nano-second of not thinking and it happens.
Not to be fazed by the trauma of losing a computer I did what any sensible person would do. I ran up and down the platform waving at the passengers trying to alert them to find a guard. Not able to work out how to mime that, to them I looked like a madwoman running along the platform, super nanny cape billowing, arms flapping probably hoping to take off. Several waved back with pained looks of sympathy and a few looked about to see if I had a carer.
The driver's door was open but he had pressed the go button before I reached him and calmly said, "You can get it from Penzance."
Please remember all of this was done from the opposite platform to where the train was sitting.
And then it went. The train. Eileen and my beautiful pink Macbook.
Time to phone Mick who was getting ready to meet me at St Ives.
To be continued ...
Thinking I had a 2 hour gap between trains at Plymouth I settled with a coffee when along came Eileen who shared that she had a half hour wait until her train to Penzance. Ha! Half an hour - I had 2. The next leg of my journey was to St Erth, which is the stop before Penzance. I braved the ticket office despite the numnut instruction playing in my brain, "You are committed to these trains!"
As it happens I could get a train at any time from Plymouth and so thrilled at saving a big lump of time I boarded with Eileen. We chatted and the journey seemed quick and pleasing.
Arriving at St Erth so much earlier than expected I skipped over the bridge to the platform to get the toy train to St Ives but I seemed to be carrying less than before. I was. My Macbook was still sitting on the train. How can anyone forget things of importance ... I've always wondered. It's easy. A moment of distraction; that nano-second of not thinking and it happens.
Not to be fazed by the trauma of losing a computer I did what any sensible person would do. I ran up and down the platform waving at the passengers trying to alert them to find a guard. Not able to work out how to mime that, to them I looked like a madwoman running along the platform, super nanny cape billowing, arms flapping probably hoping to take off. Several waved back with pained looks of sympathy and a few looked about to see if I had a carer.
The driver's door was open but he had pressed the go button before I reached him and calmly said, "You can get it from Penzance."
Please remember all of this was done from the opposite platform to where the train was sitting.
And then it went. The train. Eileen and my beautiful pink Macbook.
Time to phone Mick who was getting ready to meet me at St Ives.
To be continued ...
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Change
Changes are occurring. Blog is on a mini-hiatus until there is news too good to not share.
Thank you for your patience.
Thank you for your patience.
Tuesday, October 07, 2008
Birth announcement
The new book has now formed in my head and is on route to the writing slate. As I scratch away so many ideas tumble unrestrained from my mind and it makes me wonder where they’ve been until now. Have they been waiting in the wings for their birth? Or is their creation happening as I get the thought?
Still raining then?
Mick and I whizzed to Cornwall for a few days while the weather was perfect. We visited many beautiful places along the North Cornwall coast and stayed in a small hotel. On the first morning Mick arose early and decided to explore with a walk. After donning his woolly hat and wellies off he set. As he strode past the hotel pool a lone female swimmer exploded from the water to be at Mick’s side in one swift slightly scary movement like the beast from the deep. She then growled at him asking what he was doing. He backed away in case she burst into flames until after a few moments it dawned on her that he was a guest taking a stroll.
The beast shrivelled back to human size and all was well.
She was obviously jiggled by this as she came into breakfast to announce her error to the other guests. Mick likened it to a Fawlty Tower’s moment: much guffawing and nodding followed.
Paul has gone to Thailand leaving me with the lizards … can you feel a déjà vu moment coming? On the day before he left one of the eggs hatched when we’d just about given up. Since he went another little baby bearded dragon has been born. They are very sweet and about the size of a little finger but it is quite stressful making sure they don’t freeze or cook.
So far though so good.
Still raining then?
Mick and I whizzed to Cornwall for a few days while the weather was perfect. We visited many beautiful places along the North Cornwall coast and stayed in a small hotel. On the first morning Mick arose early and decided to explore with a walk. After donning his woolly hat and wellies off he set. As he strode past the hotel pool a lone female swimmer exploded from the water to be at Mick’s side in one swift slightly scary movement like the beast from the deep. She then growled at him asking what he was doing. He backed away in case she burst into flames until after a few moments it dawned on her that he was a guest taking a stroll.
The beast shrivelled back to human size and all was well.
She was obviously jiggled by this as she came into breakfast to announce her error to the other guests. Mick likened it to a Fawlty Tower’s moment: much guffawing and nodding followed.
Paul has gone to Thailand leaving me with the lizards … can you feel a déjà vu moment coming? On the day before he left one of the eggs hatched when we’d just about given up. Since he went another little baby bearded dragon has been born. They are very sweet and about the size of a little finger but it is quite stressful making sure they don’t freeze or cook.
So far though so good.
Sunday, September 07, 2008
Wind of change
The rain, rain, rain, came down, down, down
In rushing, rising, rivlets
'Til the river crept out of its bed
And crept right into Piglet's.
A.A. Milne
Not just Piglet’s. It’s everywhere. I’m glad we live on the ridge of a hill else we too might be floodier and floodier. We do however get the full force of the wind whipping our sails; well it would if we had sails.
When the wind changes direction it indicates time for change. It worked for Mary Poppins and Vianne Rocher (Chocolat) and it’s working for me.
While dossing about post-recovery I’ve been thinking (never seem to remember how dangerous that can be!) and my 2nd book has taken on a completely different personality: name, purpose, style. I didn’t know books did this but had I thought about it I would have expected a fiction to change course as who knows what the characters are up to when the writer isn’t watching them? But, a non-fiction? I’m still not really sure what has gone on but have decided to embrace the changes and creative process.
Another exciting change is that I will soon be able to see clients again for past life regression and future life progression in London. More details will be posted here as and when but if you are interested please feel free to email me.
In rushing, rising, rivlets
'Til the river crept out of its bed
And crept right into Piglet's.
A.A. Milne
Not just Piglet’s. It’s everywhere. I’m glad we live on the ridge of a hill else we too might be floodier and floodier. We do however get the full force of the wind whipping our sails; well it would if we had sails.
When the wind changes direction it indicates time for change. It worked for Mary Poppins and Vianne Rocher (Chocolat) and it’s working for me.
While dossing about post-recovery I’ve been thinking (never seem to remember how dangerous that can be!) and my 2nd book has taken on a completely different personality: name, purpose, style. I didn’t know books did this but had I thought about it I would have expected a fiction to change course as who knows what the characters are up to when the writer isn’t watching them? But, a non-fiction? I’m still not really sure what has gone on but have decided to embrace the changes and creative process.
Another exciting change is that I will soon be able to see clients again for past life regression and future life progression in London. More details will be posted here as and when but if you are interested please feel free to email me.
Saturday, August 23, 2008
Back to reality
Having been knocked for six, seven and eight it has taken a while for my brain to switch back on but it seems to be trying a little.
The venue for the Past Life Tourism workshops is so perfect and was of course right under my nose! It is at Penny’s, Posh Frocks and Parties in Normandy Street, Alton. The first is on the 5th October and all the information is on my website. It will be lots of fun so please mention it to anyone you think might be interested.
Earlier in the week I had a rather fascinating time being introduced to the experience of flotation. It’s very straightforward – you climb into a pod that contains 10” of water with 700lbs Epsom salts, lie back, shut the lid, close off from on the world and relax for an hour. The whole concept is so alien that to begin with I bobbed* about thinking ‘as if I’m going to relax in this’. My mind was all over the place. I visited trippyville and then lost track of … everything. When the hour was up I couldn’t tell if I’d been in there for minutes or weeks.
It was like I was still floating and somewhat detached from reality as I deposited myself back onto the massage table for Sandra to work more of her magic (my treatment began and ended with a massage). When all was finished to say I was in heaven is an understatement. If you want more details on floating or fancy trying it out the link is on the left – Body Check.
*you don’t actually bob about unless you whoosh your arms and legs a bit to check out how the water washing over you feels and to try to make yourself sink (it has to be done). It’s impossible. You do however lose touch of where you stop and start! Lucky me, thanks to Paul for the birthday treat.
My new show is available now at My Spirit Radio. The next guests are being lined up, please let me have your suggestions or if you would like to be interviewed to talk about past or future life ideas or your experiences.
I’d like to share a message from Jenny Smedley – “I'm very happy to announce that I have a book coming out with Hay House.
I will be looking for spiritual stories involving pets and other animals. If you have a story to share I'd be delighted to hear it.”
If you have a story to share please contact her directly from her website.
The venue for the Past Life Tourism workshops is so perfect and was of course right under my nose! It is at Penny’s, Posh Frocks and Parties in Normandy Street, Alton. The first is on the 5th October and all the information is on my website. It will be lots of fun so please mention it to anyone you think might be interested.
Earlier in the week I had a rather fascinating time being introduced to the experience of flotation. It’s very straightforward – you climb into a pod that contains 10” of water with 700lbs Epsom salts, lie back, shut the lid, close off from on the world and relax for an hour. The whole concept is so alien that to begin with I bobbed* about thinking ‘as if I’m going to relax in this’. My mind was all over the place. I visited trippyville and then lost track of … everything. When the hour was up I couldn’t tell if I’d been in there for minutes or weeks.
It was like I was still floating and somewhat detached from reality as I deposited myself back onto the massage table for Sandra to work more of her magic (my treatment began and ended with a massage). When all was finished to say I was in heaven is an understatement. If you want more details on floating or fancy trying it out the link is on the left – Body Check.
*you don’t actually bob about unless you whoosh your arms and legs a bit to check out how the water washing over you feels and to try to make yourself sink (it has to be done). It’s impossible. You do however lose touch of where you stop and start! Lucky me, thanks to Paul for the birthday treat.
My new show is available now at My Spirit Radio. The next guests are being lined up, please let me have your suggestions or if you would like to be interviewed to talk about past or future life ideas or your experiences.
I’d like to share a message from Jenny Smedley – “I'm very happy to announce that I have a book coming out with Hay House.
I will be looking for spiritual stories involving pets and other animals. If you have a story to share I'd be delighted to hear it.”
If you have a story to share please contact her directly from her website.
Sunday, August 10, 2008
Crowd following
If you have landed here because my other websites seem to have floated off into the ether here is a comedy moment for you. Old but still funny -
Does it show we are all mostly in a trance?
Does it show we are all mostly in a trance?
Thursday, August 07, 2008
On getting better or at least different ...
"The time has come," the Walrus said,
"To talk of many things:
Of shoes... and ships... and sealing-wax...
Of cabbages... and kings...
And why the sea is boiling hot...
And whether pigs have wings." Lewis Carroll
There it was – life - gently swimming along in a peaceful yet fun way. When bam! Without expectation, encouragement or salacious invitation I got poorly. The mother of all wicked throats put together attacked and knocked me for six. Nay, skittled, pole axed. In fact, out for the count. One was a heap. You know things aren’t right when the doctor says, Open your mouth.” Then visibly winces and says, “Oh, dear God!” when you do!
Acute Pharyngitis of the strep variety is a vicious mean bug that made me hurt all over. It was as much as I could do to roll over in bed let alone get up. Couldn’t speak which was pleasing (too pleasing!) to some and couldn’t swallow: without breaking out in an unladylike sweat, it was so painful. It wasn’t pretty. And, certainly wasn’t fun. The brilliance of antibiotics must not be under-stated. When they are right they hit the spot and perform their magic.
Several days later I am floating about looking like an extra in Shaun of the Dead. Heaps better although ready to swoon at any opportunity with tiredness of a silly magnitude but very excited by feeling slightly more with it with each passing moment.
I have found the perfect venue for my small group Past Life Tourism workshops – more info very soon. Wondering if the shock of that made me keel over?
"To talk of many things:
Of shoes... and ships... and sealing-wax...
Of cabbages... and kings...
And why the sea is boiling hot...
And whether pigs have wings." Lewis Carroll
There it was – life - gently swimming along in a peaceful yet fun way. When bam! Without expectation, encouragement or salacious invitation I got poorly. The mother of all wicked throats put together attacked and knocked me for six. Nay, skittled, pole axed. In fact, out for the count. One was a heap. You know things aren’t right when the doctor says, Open your mouth.” Then visibly winces and says, “Oh, dear God!” when you do!
Acute Pharyngitis of the strep variety is a vicious mean bug that made me hurt all over. It was as much as I could do to roll over in bed let alone get up. Couldn’t speak which was pleasing (too pleasing!) to some and couldn’t swallow: without breaking out in an unladylike sweat, it was so painful. It wasn’t pretty. And, certainly wasn’t fun. The brilliance of antibiotics must not be under-stated. When they are right they hit the spot and perform their magic.
Several days later I am floating about looking like an extra in Shaun of the Dead. Heaps better although ready to swoon at any opportunity with tiredness of a silly magnitude but very excited by feeling slightly more with it with each passing moment.
I have found the perfect venue for my small group Past Life Tourism workshops – more info very soon. Wondering if the shock of that made me keel over?
Monday, July 21, 2008
Don't take this personally
Another year and all that. My birthday was absolutely perfect. I had fabulous gifts throughout the day and takeout curry for supper with all my smalls. Charlie was up early putting up balloons and banners inside and out which was a little scary. No age secrets now but at least no one will need to ask.
All my recordings are done for my new show on My Spirit Radio. I have a fantastic line-up and it has been lots of fun.
I am just making arrangements to travel about the country with my Past Life Tourism Show. These are one-day workshops, based on my book, to explore memories of the past and future. I will be going to Manchester to Gorton Monastery which is exciting. Dates and details will be available soon.
My website has undergone a makeover as I thought it looked a bit fluffy so please feel free to peruse – link on the left.
I have been reading Helena Frith Powell’s book, To Hell in High Hells. It is very good and funny; not just because I have a mention! She talks about discussing people asking others their age with her father and aunt, who suggests skirting around the issue.
Quote - “What if someone asks you outright how old you are?’ I said
‘Say ”about your age” and then walk away, said my father, ‘Anyone who asks that question deserves to be ignored.’
End quote.
Some things are personal: age, personal habits, dirty secrets, earnings and how many damn books I’ve sold! I’m fed up with people asking. Do I sound a grump? Oh well.
It is annoying because all they really want to know is how much money have I made. And, that’s plain rude.
From now on if anyone asks I will reply, ’you think it’s any of your business because …?’
Or, I’ll walk away like Helena’s father because I feel the same. Anyone who asks deserves to be ignored.
I’m still the birthday girl so I can say anything I please.
All my recordings are done for my new show on My Spirit Radio. I have a fantastic line-up and it has been lots of fun.
I am just making arrangements to travel about the country with my Past Life Tourism Show. These are one-day workshops, based on my book, to explore memories of the past and future. I will be going to Manchester to Gorton Monastery which is exciting. Dates and details will be available soon.
My website has undergone a makeover as I thought it looked a bit fluffy so please feel free to peruse – link on the left.
I have been reading Helena Frith Powell’s book, To Hell in High Hells. It is very good and funny; not just because I have a mention! She talks about discussing people asking others their age with her father and aunt, who suggests skirting around the issue.
Quote - “What if someone asks you outright how old you are?’ I said
‘Say ”about your age” and then walk away, said my father, ‘Anyone who asks that question deserves to be ignored.’
End quote.
Some things are personal: age, personal habits, dirty secrets, earnings and how many damn books I’ve sold! I’m fed up with people asking. Do I sound a grump? Oh well.
It is annoying because all they really want to know is how much money have I made. And, that’s plain rude.
From now on if anyone asks I will reply, ’you think it’s any of your business because …?’
Or, I’ll walk away like Helena’s father because I feel the same. Anyone who asks deserves to be ignored.
I’m still the birthday girl so I can say anything I please.
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
In the Dark
Having dithered and faffed with the quirks’ of life I am pleased to announce that my show on My Spirit Radio really is on the way. I interviewed Dr Georgina Cannon yesterday who was delightful and a clip from the regression programme that she was involved in was featured on Oprah. Georgina is so delicious I'm not even jealous but am actually thrilled.
You will be kept posted when the show airs.
My stats have been interesting – the amount of google searches for Oprah and reincarnation has been jolly high. Just shows how much interest there is in the subject and in a moment of inspiration I have decided to offer the workshops based on the book to a wider audience. So, the Past Life Tourism Show could well be coming to a venue near you. I am seeking organisers throughout the world and would love to hear from you if that’s your bag.
Home news has the usual amount of madness and mayhem coupled with complete silliness and fun. Joel was coming home the other night at about 1.00am and the car keeled over at the bottom of he hill. There are no streetlights anywhere but there is an abundance of trees and scary noises. Poor scared Joel: with a dying mobile and limited signal couldn’t see as far as his feet, so did no more than sit in the road to wait for someone to magically appear, which they did.
I have a ‘special’ birthday on Thursday and am being teased relentlessly on really being an old bird. Focusing hard on being in my prime. I felt quite traumatised last week at the thought of it but am feeling rather cool about it now. Ask me again on Thursday though as it might be a different response.
News on Psychic Salon will also be shared soon.
My last comment is to the wicked man who thinks it's acceptable to beat your dog by the village pond. It isn't. You have been reported. Not that you care because you're an arrogant fool but Karma will get you very soon.
You will be kept posted when the show airs.
My stats have been interesting – the amount of google searches for Oprah and reincarnation has been jolly high. Just shows how much interest there is in the subject and in a moment of inspiration I have decided to offer the workshops based on the book to a wider audience. So, the Past Life Tourism Show could well be coming to a venue near you. I am seeking organisers throughout the world and would love to hear from you if that’s your bag.
Home news has the usual amount of madness and mayhem coupled with complete silliness and fun. Joel was coming home the other night at about 1.00am and the car keeled over at the bottom of he hill. There are no streetlights anywhere but there is an abundance of trees and scary noises. Poor scared Joel: with a dying mobile and limited signal couldn’t see as far as his feet, so did no more than sit in the road to wait for someone to magically appear, which they did.
I have a ‘special’ birthday on Thursday and am being teased relentlessly on really being an old bird. Focusing hard on being in my prime. I felt quite traumatised last week at the thought of it but am feeling rather cool about it now. Ask me again on Thursday though as it might be a different response.
News on Psychic Salon will also be shared soon.
My last comment is to the wicked man who thinks it's acceptable to beat your dog by the village pond. It isn't. You have been reported. Not that you care because you're an arrogant fool but Karma will get you very soon.
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