got to put the blog into some kind of order over the weekend.. its not how i wanted it to be ....it was always just meant to be a journal of renewal then for whatever reason realised i could have psychic abilities.... some people do..

actually woke sad after dreaming of a story from long long ago it would have to be the 14th century......i came across it on wikipedia..ages ago.. about a sorcerer and a little apprentice....

I blogged it back then as i just have an interest in anything to do with magic and mystical stuff as i think theres much more to it than meets the eye..

but this story unfolded into how magic and stuff can end up causing distress to the un-initiated but never the less innocent, guilty of exuberance maybe..
......a youngster with a good heart, nothing but good intentions just trying to help the sorcerer basically..
it,s took some saying .. thought at the time such a sad story..now i can just not say it again..these psychic things are best left..... things like this affect me..

i pick up on a lot more than i let on.. try counting to one hundred..all the usual..
but psychic vibes also come to you from some where else.. so you can only block out for a certain length of time....

i suppose some people after a while would treat good stuff as an everyday happening.... like something that drops onto your mat in the mail.. yet if theyd realise.. its anything but..

i,m not ashamed to admit to maybe being psychic....we were all born with the ability.. some have just never tried to use the powers we have..

anyway.. i eventually just got up and went out.....

i,ll off upstairs now for a while then just get back up again and try to carry on recovering my health..
birds whistling..

everyone seems happy.... i,m so glad...lifes too short for anything else..

have,nt been in long, dog tired, legs aching for england.. ....nothing doing..... turning in...

going to keep a check of how many words i utter...in a day..it won,t be many..
i still manage to get through life saying not much at all..it,s amazing what can be achieved really..

need the fairies to come in and set to, house work.. garden work..
my craft room.. ive been trying to sort stuff for years, true....
i,m just up against brick walls ..if you arent on your true life path you will come up against brick walls what god has in store for me i don,t know but whatever it is it,s something outside these 4 walls..

"study" is the first thing that comes to mind.. i want to do evening classes..
just study... study.. study...... carry on with the reflexology.. aromatherapy..
flower essences.. complimentary therapies..... herbal remedies..
god gave us every cure for every ill in the form of plants..
painting.. list is endless.. ive a hunger for it..knowledge..
a thirst that will never be quenched...

woke late looked out thought lovely day went for a walk. the grass looks very green and lush. colors everywhere are brighter than i remembered. felt like sitting down making a daisy chain.. stranger things have happened i bet, ive been too ill and too fed up of being stuck in to worry about it..

going out into garden. make hay while the sun shines it,s the only way forward.

trying to acclimatize myself with the limited energy level i have..the windchimes are tinkling by the front door..

went out just after 8pm. tired and comfortable but it had to be done.
going back out now. all the trees in blossom..not many people about.

meg doesnt like it at all she lies down.

dont think i,ll ever visit the seaside again.. everytime i see the first aid station on the beach front doesnt matter which beach it is.. .. flag with the red cross flying from the roof i just take the horrors.. .. things become ingrained..
there was no pleasure after that ..
no matter how many rides on the little train..or candyfloss..