My Past Life

A few weeks ago I did something I have wanted to do for years, but never quite got around to it. I went and had a past life regression session with a local hypnotherapist. I had no idea what it would be like or what I would discover.
It began with some relaxation and then I had to take myself through a rainbow and into nothingness. I was told to visualise a previous life. It took a couple of minutes for me to realise I was in a cave, walking towards an opening. I was calm and eager to get there.
At the opening, I stood and looked out, I was standing on a ledge on a cliff, where a path wound it's way down to the ground.



I slowly and carefully made my way down, looking at my feet which were tanned and covered in dust and dirt. I was aware of dark hair in my face, long matted hair. I stood and looked out over a lush green valley.











I tried to look down at myself, was I man or woman? I was a woman, I was in some hide type of clothing, it was heavy and stiff. I became aware of someone in the grass infront of me and walked over. Another girl was sitting beside a stream. She called me 'Una' and told me 'they were waiting for me'. I followed her to a group of people a little further along the path. I felt as though I knew her. There were about twelve people standing there, in similar clothing. There were men, women and children and a few goats. I simply walked past them, no pleasantries were exchanged, nothing other than a feeling of leadership. I led them further along the valley until we came to another cliff, we had to climb up it.

Suddenly the people behind me started shouting, I turned around and looked far into the distance to where the pointed. There was a volcano erupting, a cloud of blackness making it's way towards us. I became afraid, time was precious. I had to get these people to safety, we had to get over the mountain quickly. My heart began to pound, I could feel it as I sat in the armchair. I moved quickly, encouraging the others to stay close to me. We climbed higher and higher as the blackness moved closer. Then we reached another cave, I ushered everyone into the damp opening. We were safe.

I was then told to move myself further along that lifetime. I saw myself as an older woman, sitting beside a river, alone and content. Animals came up to me, all was peaceful, I felt happy.

and then further towards the end of that lifetime I was back in a cave, it was comfortable, there were furs and grass on the ground, I was lying curled up amongst them. I was old and tired and ready to leave. I was still alone, yet content.

I was then told to go back up, up into nothing ness and enjoy the feeling of being free. Then I had to go back down to another lifetime.

This time I was aware of being stood on sand beside the sea, watching the waves creep up the beach. As the images came through I turned around to find I was on a beach infront of a low promenade. I could hear someone calling me, but didn't hear a name. I ran over and into a white building. It was a school and Iwas in a classroom, my classroom. The children were dressed in 1940's clothes that were a little shabby and untidy. I was a young woman, smartly dressed in clothes of that era.

There was a siren, a loud ringing in my ears, followed by shouting from outside. I gathered the children and took them to the door, a warden was running across the dusty road, gesturing for them to run towards him. One by one they ran across, I made sure they were all out then ran across myself, again my heart pounding. Bombs began to explode nearby, smoke and sirens filled my senses, we ran as fast as we could into the underground shelter.

It was full of people with bags and belongings, crowding into the small claustrophobic space. I found a corner and gathered the children around me, checking them off to make sure they were all there.

Moving on, I found myself in a pretty garden. There were three children playing infront of me. A rather grand car sat on the drive, I was a wealthy woman. The children were my grandchildren, they were so happy. I sat in the sunshine, enjoying the birdsong and sounds of the countryside.

At this point I began to rise up into the nothingness, I had to go back through the rainbow and into the present. I was wide awake and very aware of what I had just experienced.

I wrote it all down that evening, yet I don't feel I needed to because even now I can remember it all vividly. How did I feel about it all?

I think I came across as always being independant, being a leader, keeping people safe. I am an only child and I do love my own company. I can totally relate to being alone by the banks of a river. Why the cave woman or the 1940's teacher? I don't know. I sometimes try to take myself back there but haven't been able to yet. Maybe one day I will find out more about Una and the volcano.

I know some of you will be rolling around clutching your sides at the stupidity of all this. I appreciate we all have our own thoughts on spiritual things, religion, politics etc, but I believe in exploring as much as possible in my life.

I hope some of you enjoyed reading about my experience!

Hair Today Gone Tomorrow.

My hair has always been a bone of contention to me. Yes it was blonde and made me look very cute when much younger, but it was very fine and difficult to do much with.

My Mum was a hairdresser and even with her creative skill, she never quite managed it.

I always had bits flapping in the wind, ribbons never stayed put. I spent my childhood 'clipped' together with Kirby grips and slides.












As I got older things changed little and although it was longer, I still coveted plaits and neat little pony tails.






















I have added this one again just so you can see what I had to live with. Mum did her best, but my hair was something I endured rather than enjoyed.

And yes I know some of you out there with wavy/curly hair would have given your eye teeth for my straight, fine hair, electrically charged barnet, but I'd have dome the same for yours!
















This is what I woke up with this morning. I had an in-betweeny crop bob thing, partly because it wasn't really long enough to have the full Victoria Beckham version and partly because I can't stand hair in my face. It was very short at the back coming to chin length at the front. Fine for sitting indoors where the wind don't blow.

As you know I have dogs so am outdoors a lot - and I am only
19 sleeps, 2 bin days and an eyelash tint away from Florida and hot, hot, damn hot, hotness.

And so today I decided to do something that would make my whole life a little easier.





Ta-Dah!

Gone, all gone! This short crop will alleviate minor irritations and stress caused by hair getting stuck in my eyelashes in the wind, it will give me a whole 10 minutes more time to check my e-mail in a morning and will not make me sweat like a sumo in the hot, hot, damn hot - hotness of Florida.

I like it, Mick prefers it a bit longer and Jordan said it looked stupid. Alexander just looked and then asked if he could go play out on his scooter.


I won't ask you to comment because I don't really care what you think. I like functional items, just like my shoes and underwear - this is a fuctional hairstyle!

Something Smiley for YOU!

Today I have been busy making my own award. I wanted to design something cheerful and smiley. Then I remembered the drawing of me that Alexander drew recently that I have used in my profile picture. A few tweaks here and there on photoshop and 'voila' my award.

There are lots of blogs I enjoy on a regular basis for very different reasons, but all of you make me smile.

I just want to say a big thank you for making my dreary life a little brighter. Please pass this on to anyone else who makes YOU smile, always linking back to the person who sent it to you of course!

To my friends -

Louise
Rick
mrinz
Rima
Colleen
Dan
Poop
Lisa
justine
Xbox
justmylife
singleparentdad
jason
Raxx
Tamy
Kathy
Wendz
Putz
Gayle

Gayle's blog is one I came across the other day and I love it. You MUST check out her other blog where she has posted her portrait photographs, they are wonderful.

And Wendz is my new friend in South Africa.

Countdown Time

It's now 21 sleeps, 15 work days, 3 bin days and a haircut until our holiday to Florida.

In exactly 21 days time I will be stressed off my bracket, packing bags, cleaning up, taking dogs to auntie Lynns' and screaming at anyone who so much as breathes in my direction.

Our Wedding.

We decided to get married so that we could have a decent holiday. We bought a house together and lived in sin for two years with no reason to want to put ourselves through the misery of planning a big event. However, the promise of a honeymoon anywhere in the world from Micks parents made us think that maybe we could suffer a small, quiet 'do'.

I am an only child so my Mum was determined to make the most of the only time she could interfere legitimately. She made my life a misery. We had wanted to get married somewhere abroad initially but she said she wouldn't be part of it and I was doing her out of her big day as Mother of the bride. My Mum never needed an excuse to buy new clothes and that was what she really meant! I think she was also going through 'the change' so her hormones were going doolally too. The wedding was 'off' on more than one occasion.

We were living in Dorset on the south coast at that time so getting home to plan things wasn't easy. I hate shopping for clothes and wanted to avoid the chore of shopping for wedding dresses, so having found a style I loved in a magazine, I went to a local designer (actually it was an ex -apprentice of Elizabeth Emmanuel, who made Princess Diana's wedding dress!) and got it made there. Mum was fuming - another event I'd 'done' her out of. She was convinced it would be dreadful.

I let her loose organising the car, flowers and reception. It wasn't what I wanted or where I wanted or big enough to have as many of our friends there as we would have liked but I just wanted a quiet life. It was to be just a buffet at a local hotel. Mick's parents and friends would have hated a disco, so they arranged to have a meal at the hotel they were staying at. My lot were just going to stay on at the hotel where we had the reception and mill about in the bar playing pool etc. Oh the lavishness of it all!

The day began with me picking up flowers and ferrying people from one place to the next, while Mum prepared herself for 'her' big day. I stayed out of the way as long as I could as I was biting my tongue blue at that point. An hour before I had to be picked up I was in the shower. I did my own hair and make-up, and Marion's my bridesmaid, and came down just as Mum and Marion went out the door. Dad and I had a drink, I was getting nervous, I had another. Then the car came.

I remember getting emotional in the car when Dad told me I looked beautiful. That meant a lot as Dad wasn't one for that kind of thing. I remember walking down the aisle feeling the bow on the back of my dress shaking like a leaf, I was shaking even more. The vicar made a comment about my dress, and how he had never seen one so unusual and for everyone to have a good look later. Then in a blur it was all over. We almost ran out of the church.

It was very windy, but the rain stayed away. Most of the photos had either hats being held on heads or skirts flying up. The collar on my dress was a square naval collar and like the two other Navy lads there, it kept flapping up over my head.

The photos were tedious and I didn't get one that showed the embroidery on the collar of my dress. I had our intials embroidered onto each corner. Still we got through it all and then relaxed at the hotel during the reception, which was very laid back. The food was delicious, simple dishes but lots of it and beautifuly cooked.

The cake had come from Whitley Bay and been carefully driven down in the boot of the car by Micks parents. It had pale blue and white flowers and ribbons in a kind of fine latticework all around it. I was sure it wouldn't arrive in one piece but it did. It really was too beautiful to eat.

That evening, Micks parents and their friends enjoyed a lovely meal at their hotel, the rest of us who wanted to stayed at the hotel and got drunk. I stayed in my dress all night amongst regular customers and wedding guests and had a great time. When we went off to our honeymoon suite, we were a bit worse for wear. The bottle of champagne was revolting and went down the sink. Someone had filled the bed with confetti and streamers - they got everywhere! We had a cuddle then fell asleep! Consumation occurred at a later date!

Mum thoroughly enjoyed her 'big day' although still found something to complain about afterwards. I couldn't care less, I was getting ready for our trip to the Far East. Hong Kong, Bangkok and Singapore. It was wonderful and well worth the grief I endured. I guess I'm just not one for a lot of fuss.

Hope you enjoyed the pictures.

Lookie Here

The Electric Kettle

This post is for the benefit of readers from the US and any other parts of the world that unbelievably have yet to experience one of the wonders of today's modern world - the electric kettle. I sat open-mouthed when Justine asked me why us Brits make such a big deal of them - like why not just boil it on the stove top (hob). I thought the whole world and his uncle used them!

This led to a scientific experiment betwixt us where we each boiled a litre of cold water. The result was that my electric kettle boiled the said amount in just 2.45 minutes, whereas Justine is still waiting.....(LOL).

Not one to just let this pass without more thought, I spent a while in pensive mood and came up with this;

In the UK we drink tea, I don't much but generally it is true that Britain is a nation of tea drinkers. You need boiling water for tea, just off boil makes for an awful cuppa. So we evolved a pan of water on the fire/hob etc into an electric kettle that does the job in under 3 minutes, possibly less with more sophisticated models available from all good electrical retailers.

Americans and those who tend to drink very little tea and more coffee don't need boiling water - and it's widely known that water should be just off boil (unless it's McDonalds, theirs would take a layer of skin off your lips). So they evolved coffee machines instead. We have them too but they have only been widely used in the last couple of decades .

So there you are. If you are now amazed and in awe of electric kettles then visit oldelectrickettle.co.uk website and you will find out much more.