Hey Squirrels! I have arrived in Nelson, a cuddly little cluster of warm and weird humans nestling beside a big lake in a valley tucked into the Selkirk mountains of British Columbia. The local population is about 10,000 humans although since high quality snow of the powder variety is about to start whaling on the town and surrounding mountain ranges, the ski and snowboard bums are gonna hit this place in droves. Bring on the wave of smiling faces and the new experiences. I'm yet to properly play in snow, and have only glanced at it briefly from afar while on a bike in Peru. And that one time in Bolivia when I woke up and my sleeping bag was crusted in ice. But that was on a bus and I'm pretty sure that it therefore doesn't count as snow. The weather is still surprisingly mild here. It's 5 degrees celsius at the moment and I'm still walking around with no jumper because there is no wind and also because I just had a green smoothie and am feeling fly as fuck. Avocado, banana and chlorella blended together are a magical fairy dolphin glitter fart elixir.
This paragraph has nothing to do with anything else but ...I had a dream about Michael Jackson last night. I was at a gig in space (it looked very much the scene in Star Wars where scores of different lifeforms conglomerate around the bar) and he was rocking some strange tunes. If any of those parallel dimensions actually exist apart from inside my pickled mind then it's good to know that Micky J is continuing his geniusness and getting the appreciation he deserves. I was certainly enjoying the show!
My plane smacked down in Vancouver pretty late last Sunday, and thankfully immigration officers were as tired as I was so I didn't get the rigorous interrogative jousting that some of my friends have experienced. A good start! One of my lovely Perth buddies Liz put me up for a couple of nights in her basement in North Vancouver, and a bit of a hike through Stanley Park saw us luckily happen upon an avante garde Halloween ghost train set up through the forest. I'd had a bit of the old 'puff puff give' which is extremely strong in this neck of the woods, and when a couple came up offering a free ticket on the ghost train I had no idea what they were talking about and thought that maybe they were part of the show. They practically had to stuff the free ticket in my hands while I made strange facial expressions and tried not to pee myself laughing. Liz and I enjoyed the next half hour of classic horror themed exhibits with actors bringing to life scenes from the likes of Frankenstein, Dracula and Jekyll and Hyde. How awesome is life when you step outside and get amongst it?
On the walk home Liz and I happened across a bunch of ravenous raccoons who were absolutely going to town on everyone's trashcans. Hilarious little animals! They make wickering sounds to each other kind of like UFOs in low-budget sci fi movies. I dig it. They lope around almost as if they know they're up to mischief and everyone is going to wake up totally pissed off that their trash is all over the road. I love them. The shiny black squirrels in the hood were cute too. I'm yet to see a skunk but everyone tells me they are prolific. I shall make friends with the skunks. Skunk spray totes smells like weed and burning rubber and apparently lasts for weeks if you get queefed on. So I shall be very sure to make friends with them before attempting any proximity visitations.
The twelve hour bus ride to Nelson from Vancouver felt like no time at all since the scenery through the mountains was so spectacular. I took photos of everything and then left my phone on the bus. So I have nothing to show you unfortunately. Them's the breaks kids. So I arrived in Nelson with five hundred dollars to my name and no phone. Lucky for me I have the most awesome brother in the world who generously loaned me some money to tide me over the next few weeks while I settle in here. Thanks Mike, I appreciate the support and shower you with energetic freddo frogs and chomps or whatever it is that you are truffling through at the moment :)
I have a bonafide address for at least six months, so all you people who have been frothing to send me pen-letters can finally make your fingers bleed from the enthusiasm and flood my mailbox! It's 1723 Ward Street, Nelson B.C.The postcode is V1L 1V9. I promise to write back and seal all letters with skunk spray once I make friends with said quasi-cat-dog-rodent-critters. You won't be disappointed. I'm living in the basement of a three story house on top of the hill overlooking town. I have three rooms to sprawl out in down there, as well as access to the cellar which smells sweetly of apples and pears plucked from the backyard orchard. I have no idea what to do with all the space, it's been so long since I've really occupied a space. But rest assured it's going to be a den of all things arty and extra-terrestrial. Speaking of which, I had a lot of photos of extra-terrestrial inspired artworks I completed in Guatemala but then I lost my phone so can't show you just yet. To be continued...
Nelson is an interesting town. It sits on top of a massive amethyst geode. Since all physical matter is energy condensed we are at all times energetically sharing information with our surrounds, and I am interested to feel the effects of that kind of huge crystal energy on my person. I must admit that the volcanoes I was surrounded with in Guatemala were a bit too feisty for me on the whole and I prefer an abundance of all the other elements. I already have a tendency to overheat because of a predominance of fire in my constitution, and that effect was doubled in Antigua. I had to seriously limit my intake of garlic and spices and heavy food, or put up with walking around overheated to the point of being unable to see properly amidst the molten sea of vacuousness going on inside me. I think I shall dub this kind of sensitivity to environmental surrounds as 'geopathy and 'geophilia'. I'm interested to hear of other humans' experiences with the geopathic smackdown.
Speaking of interesting geographical phenomena, on three separate occasions in my last month in Antigua I observed bright rainbow coloured light formations around the setting sun and in the clouds around the sun. Rainbows only ever form on the opposite side of the sky as the sun so it wasn't a misshapen rainbow. One of my physics/astronomy-enthusiast friends said he didn't know any naturally occurring phenomena that would produce such lights in the sky. A bit of research on the interwebs linked such lights to HAARP based climate control phenomena - these kinds of rainbow lights were observed in the sky before the earthquake disasters at Haiti and also in China. It doesn't mean that every rainbow light sighting in the sky signals a massive earthquake. But it might be evidence of HAARP interference with local weather patterns and natural tectonic plate movement. It could just as easily signal a HAARP suppression of minor tectonic movement so that it builds up to something major. Has anyone else seen anything like this of late?
How exciting that Nelson does not have fluoride in the local water supply! Rejoice! I have a feeling that it has something to do with the massive population of Freemasons in town (there are three masonic halls here and the three main families who own everything around here are masons). After all, the secret societies and upper echelons don't imbibe the same 'medicines' that they prescribe to the masses, and they would certainly want a fluoride-free water supply. Fluoride inhibits the uptake of the neurotransmitter serotonin in the brain, and in doing so creates a flood of serotonin. That sounds pretty exciting for anyone who loves feeling happy since serotonin is a feel good neurotransmitter on the whole. Ever watched the Stepford Wives though? For those who haven't the movie and book is inspired by the advent of Prozac and other SSRI anti-depressants - Prozac comprises 94% fluoride and regular imbibers of Prozac walk around in a vacuous haze smiling at everything and baking cupcakes like good wives would. There is nothing wrong with smiling or baking cupcakes. But if you are chemically induced into an agreeable mindset you allow sanctions upon your personal freedom that you would otherwise recognise as transgressions upon your personal integrity. WWII prisoners in Nazi camps were fed water with a fluoride at ten times the dosage currently in most water supplies today. Why? Humans dosed on fluoride will line up with few objections, even if they are lining up for a gas chamber or for some fiddling from Dr. Evil himself.
Fuck. That.
What else is awesome about Nelson-town? There are organic fruit n veg collectives everywhere, recycled clothing stores, and communities of people offering sweatlodges, meditation evenings, dance workshops and the like. On Thursday nights at one of the local pubs there is a table tennis tourney!! I'm pretty rusty after a year of no paddle time and got butt-hurt in my debut to the tournament which had at least 50 people competing. But I am FROTHING to get back into it!!! I signed up for a sacred-geometry drawing course which starts next week and am losing sleep over how cool that is going to be. I just found out that two ripping producers of bass and ambient tunes in the form of the Desert Dwellers and Kaminana will be pouring themselves into some banging sets in a couple of weeks at the Spirit Bar. Holy carbunkled crab cakes, there is so much awesomeness to get amongst here! And did I mention that tonight I'm heading out to the local hot springs which are inside a cave?
Hallowe'en approaches and I'm going to roam the streets cackling at nothing on that night commemorating the destruction of Atlantis. I crotcheted a crooked beanie for myself to add to the witchiness and if it's cold I might wear other clothes too. But probably not. Nothing like a crazy lady running through town with no clothes on to scare the children after all.
I have two jobs all set to start in the coming weeks. I'm looking after a group of Waldorf school kids on Tuesday nights while their parents meet for a co-op. And I had my induction meeting for Whitewater Ski resort a couple of days ago, all set to cook in the ski resort in a few weeks when the snow really starts happening. And that job entitles me to a season ski pass in the mountains! I'm sure my next post will be full of photos of my falling over in various dignity-smashing poses down the slopes.
Also I'm going to start sharing more of the 'fairy-magic-pyjama-unicorn' things I'm into in this blog because it's a part of who I am and I'm not sure why I continue to hide it. I'll try add that stuff at the end so you can stop reading if it's not your deal. I totally understand what it's like to be smacked with a precipice of concepts that make absolutely no sense and sound crazy and every person in their own time I say. But I do have a growing number of friends that receive the same inputs from this reality we are co-creating so this is for you beautiful beings!
I changed the title of this blog because it's pretty obvious that I'm expanding the journey outside of the boundaries containing Guatemala. Also, to 'search' for something is an energetic choice to be without the very thing one is searching for. If you are looking for something then you can not simultaneously be in the same reality potential as the thing you are looking for. It sounds petty to joust over words like that but words are a powerful spell. The things we repeat over and over to ourselves in our minds become the realities we experience every day, be that illness or joy or whatever. It's all about taking sovereign responsibility for being here.
Also, I am now regularly attuning myself with energy frequencies that are of interest to me and which I feel attracted to. I'm attuning myself in the same way that one would receive a reiki attunement, except that I'm not relying on someone else to channel the attunements to me. Of course this is possible. For various reasons we have been tricked into believing we are not capable of receiving the love of the universe direct to us without the help of a holier-than-thou conduit. This is bullshit. We are all from the same source, we are all special and we are all capable of opening ourselves to our full capacity and to be sensitive enough to feel and receive or refuse energy from myriad frequencies. You can change the channel on a television (if you still bother to feed your consciousness with that). There are so many more frequencies available and it's simply a matter of tuning in to a channel you enjoy and feeling what that is all about. Energy attunements I have received in the last few weeks are including but not limitied to benevolent Pleiadians, Reptilians and Arcturians, Praying Mantis ETs, Buddha, Jesus, Babaji, Paramahansa Yogananda, Tarantulas, Squirrels, Cicadas, Geese, Maple trees, amethyst, jade, quartz and fairies. I don't claim to be the most sensitive being around but there is a noticeable difference between each attunement and it's good fun fine-tuning sensitivity to these things. I hope to attain the sensitivity where I can discern the difference between different types of tarantulas - that would be awesome!
The reason I started consciously attuning myself is because I get visitations from so many different non-physical beings that I get confused, and I'd like to know who's visiting and whether their intentions are benevolent. Also, a few weeks ago on my kindle two books just appeared without me having downloaded or paid for them. No one else has used my kindle in this time. One of the books was about self-attunements. The other book was the biography of Stan Romanek and all the strange abduction phenomena he has experienced in his life. A very interesting read on all accounts. Of course, there has been a lot of hoax-related criticism of Stan Romanek after he appeared on coast-to-coast with false evidence etc, but I wonder how much of that was a planted smear campaign, just like the bloody glove in the OJ Simpson trial ya know. The shoe doesn't always fit.
This paragraph has nothing to do with anything else but ...I had a dream about Michael Jackson last night. I was at a gig in space (it looked very much the scene in Star Wars where scores of different lifeforms conglomerate around the bar) and he was rocking some strange tunes. If any of those parallel dimensions actually exist apart from inside my pickled mind then it's good to know that Micky J is continuing his geniusness and getting the appreciation he deserves. I was certainly enjoying the show!
My plane smacked down in Vancouver pretty late last Sunday, and thankfully immigration officers were as tired as I was so I didn't get the rigorous interrogative jousting that some of my friends have experienced. A good start! One of my lovely Perth buddies Liz put me up for a couple of nights in her basement in North Vancouver, and a bit of a hike through Stanley Park saw us luckily happen upon an avante garde Halloween ghost train set up through the forest. I'd had a bit of the old 'puff puff give' which is extremely strong in this neck of the woods, and when a couple came up offering a free ticket on the ghost train I had no idea what they were talking about and thought that maybe they were part of the show. They practically had to stuff the free ticket in my hands while I made strange facial expressions and tried not to pee myself laughing. Liz and I enjoyed the next half hour of classic horror themed exhibits with actors bringing to life scenes from the likes of Frankenstein, Dracula and Jekyll and Hyde. How awesome is life when you step outside and get amongst it?
On the walk home Liz and I happened across a bunch of ravenous raccoons who were absolutely going to town on everyone's trashcans. Hilarious little animals! They make wickering sounds to each other kind of like UFOs in low-budget sci fi movies. I dig it. They lope around almost as if they know they're up to mischief and everyone is going to wake up totally pissed off that their trash is all over the road. I love them. The shiny black squirrels in the hood were cute too. I'm yet to see a skunk but everyone tells me they are prolific. I shall make friends with the skunks. Skunk spray totes smells like weed and burning rubber and apparently lasts for weeks if you get queefed on. So I shall be very sure to make friends with them before attempting any proximity visitations.
The twelve hour bus ride to Nelson from Vancouver felt like no time at all since the scenery through the mountains was so spectacular. I took photos of everything and then left my phone on the bus. So I have nothing to show you unfortunately. Them's the breaks kids. So I arrived in Nelson with five hundred dollars to my name and no phone. Lucky for me I have the most awesome brother in the world who generously loaned me some money to tide me over the next few weeks while I settle in here. Thanks Mike, I appreciate the support and shower you with energetic freddo frogs and chomps or whatever it is that you are truffling through at the moment :)
I have a bonafide address for at least six months, so all you people who have been frothing to send me pen-letters can finally make your fingers bleed from the enthusiasm and flood my mailbox! It's 1723 Ward Street, Nelson B.C.The postcode is V1L 1V9. I promise to write back and seal all letters with skunk spray once I make friends with said quasi-cat-dog-rodent-critters. You won't be disappointed. I'm living in the basement of a three story house on top of the hill overlooking town. I have three rooms to sprawl out in down there, as well as access to the cellar which smells sweetly of apples and pears plucked from the backyard orchard. I have no idea what to do with all the space, it's been so long since I've really occupied a space. But rest assured it's going to be a den of all things arty and extra-terrestrial. Speaking of which, I had a lot of photos of extra-terrestrial inspired artworks I completed in Guatemala but then I lost my phone so can't show you just yet. To be continued...
Nelson is an interesting town. It sits on top of a massive amethyst geode. Since all physical matter is energy condensed we are at all times energetically sharing information with our surrounds, and I am interested to feel the effects of that kind of huge crystal energy on my person. I must admit that the volcanoes I was surrounded with in Guatemala were a bit too feisty for me on the whole and I prefer an abundance of all the other elements. I already have a tendency to overheat because of a predominance of fire in my constitution, and that effect was doubled in Antigua. I had to seriously limit my intake of garlic and spices and heavy food, or put up with walking around overheated to the point of being unable to see properly amidst the molten sea of vacuousness going on inside me. I think I shall dub this kind of sensitivity to environmental surrounds as 'geopathy and 'geophilia'. I'm interested to hear of other humans' experiences with the geopathic smackdown.
Speaking of interesting geographical phenomena, on three separate occasions in my last month in Antigua I observed bright rainbow coloured light formations around the setting sun and in the clouds around the sun. Rainbows only ever form on the opposite side of the sky as the sun so it wasn't a misshapen rainbow. One of my physics/astronomy-enthusiast friends said he didn't know any naturally occurring phenomena that would produce such lights in the sky. A bit of research on the interwebs linked such lights to HAARP based climate control phenomena - these kinds of rainbow lights were observed in the sky before the earthquake disasters at Haiti and also in China. It doesn't mean that every rainbow light sighting in the sky signals a massive earthquake. But it might be evidence of HAARP interference with local weather patterns and natural tectonic plate movement. It could just as easily signal a HAARP suppression of minor tectonic movement so that it builds up to something major. Has anyone else seen anything like this of late?
How exciting that Nelson does not have fluoride in the local water supply! Rejoice! I have a feeling that it has something to do with the massive population of Freemasons in town (there are three masonic halls here and the three main families who own everything around here are masons). After all, the secret societies and upper echelons don't imbibe the same 'medicines' that they prescribe to the masses, and they would certainly want a fluoride-free water supply. Fluoride inhibits the uptake of the neurotransmitter serotonin in the brain, and in doing so creates a flood of serotonin. That sounds pretty exciting for anyone who loves feeling happy since serotonin is a feel good neurotransmitter on the whole. Ever watched the Stepford Wives though? For those who haven't the movie and book is inspired by the advent of Prozac and other SSRI anti-depressants - Prozac comprises 94% fluoride and regular imbibers of Prozac walk around in a vacuous haze smiling at everything and baking cupcakes like good wives would. There is nothing wrong with smiling or baking cupcakes. But if you are chemically induced into an agreeable mindset you allow sanctions upon your personal freedom that you would otherwise recognise as transgressions upon your personal integrity. WWII prisoners in Nazi camps were fed water with a fluoride at ten times the dosage currently in most water supplies today. Why? Humans dosed on fluoride will line up with few objections, even if they are lining up for a gas chamber or for some fiddling from Dr. Evil himself.
Fuck. That.
What else is awesome about Nelson-town? There are organic fruit n veg collectives everywhere, recycled clothing stores, and communities of people offering sweatlodges, meditation evenings, dance workshops and the like. On Thursday nights at one of the local pubs there is a table tennis tourney!! I'm pretty rusty after a year of no paddle time and got butt-hurt in my debut to the tournament which had at least 50 people competing. But I am FROTHING to get back into it!!! I signed up for a sacred-geometry drawing course which starts next week and am losing sleep over how cool that is going to be. I just found out that two ripping producers of bass and ambient tunes in the form of the Desert Dwellers and Kaminana will be pouring themselves into some banging sets in a couple of weeks at the Spirit Bar. Holy carbunkled crab cakes, there is so much awesomeness to get amongst here! And did I mention that tonight I'm heading out to the local hot springs which are inside a cave?
Hallowe'en approaches and I'm going to roam the streets cackling at nothing on that night commemorating the destruction of Atlantis. I crotcheted a crooked beanie for myself to add to the witchiness and if it's cold I might wear other clothes too. But probably not. Nothing like a crazy lady running through town with no clothes on to scare the children after all.
I have two jobs all set to start in the coming weeks. I'm looking after a group of Waldorf school kids on Tuesday nights while their parents meet for a co-op. And I had my induction meeting for Whitewater Ski resort a couple of days ago, all set to cook in the ski resort in a few weeks when the snow really starts happening. And that job entitles me to a season ski pass in the mountains! I'm sure my next post will be full of photos of my falling over in various dignity-smashing poses down the slopes.
Also I'm going to start sharing more of the 'fairy-magic-pyjama-unicorn' things I'm into in this blog because it's a part of who I am and I'm not sure why I continue to hide it. I'll try add that stuff at the end so you can stop reading if it's not your deal. I totally understand what it's like to be smacked with a precipice of concepts that make absolutely no sense and sound crazy and every person in their own time I say. But I do have a growing number of friends that receive the same inputs from this reality we are co-creating so this is for you beautiful beings!
I changed the title of this blog because it's pretty obvious that I'm expanding the journey outside of the boundaries containing Guatemala. Also, to 'search' for something is an energetic choice to be without the very thing one is searching for. If you are looking for something then you can not simultaneously be in the same reality potential as the thing you are looking for. It sounds petty to joust over words like that but words are a powerful spell. The things we repeat over and over to ourselves in our minds become the realities we experience every day, be that illness or joy or whatever. It's all about taking sovereign responsibility for being here.
Also, I am now regularly attuning myself with energy frequencies that are of interest to me and which I feel attracted to. I'm attuning myself in the same way that one would receive a reiki attunement, except that I'm not relying on someone else to channel the attunements to me. Of course this is possible. For various reasons we have been tricked into believing we are not capable of receiving the love of the universe direct to us without the help of a holier-than-thou conduit. This is bullshit. We are all from the same source, we are all special and we are all capable of opening ourselves to our full capacity and to be sensitive enough to feel and receive or refuse energy from myriad frequencies. You can change the channel on a television (if you still bother to feed your consciousness with that). There are so many more frequencies available and it's simply a matter of tuning in to a channel you enjoy and feeling what that is all about. Energy attunements I have received in the last few weeks are including but not limitied to benevolent Pleiadians, Reptilians and Arcturians, Praying Mantis ETs, Buddha, Jesus, Babaji, Paramahansa Yogananda, Tarantulas, Squirrels, Cicadas, Geese, Maple trees, amethyst, jade, quartz and fairies. I don't claim to be the most sensitive being around but there is a noticeable difference between each attunement and it's good fun fine-tuning sensitivity to these things. I hope to attain the sensitivity where I can discern the difference between different types of tarantulas - that would be awesome!
The reason I started consciously attuning myself is because I get visitations from so many different non-physical beings that I get confused, and I'd like to know who's visiting and whether their intentions are benevolent. Also, a few weeks ago on my kindle two books just appeared without me having downloaded or paid for them. No one else has used my kindle in this time. One of the books was about self-attunements. The other book was the biography of Stan Romanek and all the strange abduction phenomena he has experienced in his life. A very interesting read on all accounts. Of course, there has been a lot of hoax-related criticism of Stan Romanek after he appeared on coast-to-coast with false evidence etc, but I wonder how much of that was a planted smear campaign, just like the bloody glove in the OJ Simpson trial ya know. The shoe doesn't always fit.
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