SCARLETINA'S NEWS....
Much to my surprise I really enjoyed both of my recent book
signings. I have to confess that the self-promotion aspect had really caused me
some anxiety.
The fact that I performed for many years in the theatre,
directed plays, ran drama workshops and also a drama club at a school prepared
me in many ways for the joyful task of presenting readings from Scarletina's
Quest for Fairy Wings.
I felt confident reading to the avid listeners who happily sat on
the floor whilst I regaled them with snippets from the book, and was able to
respond to any of the questions that the children asked!
Thank goodness for drama improvisation,
something that I always enjoyed, it certainly helps you think on your feet.
I am so grateful for the experience of
the drama classes that were held in our schools in the UK, and am very
surprised and sad that it doesn't appear to be part of the curriculum here in
Calgary.
Drama is so empowering, it teaches
confidence and discipline, encourages team spirit, supports individuality, and
encourages imagination and individual expression.
Theatre thrives in the UK, in schools,
villages, towns and cities.
I personally have seen timid, shy and
reserved children and adults blossom when involved in drama, and they surprise
not only their family and friends at this new found confidence, but also
surprise themselves.
It’s not only performing that is enriching
for all students; it is also working with excellent plays that open up new
worlds and experiences.
You CANNOT perform Shakespeare, Wilde,
Miller, Albee, Ayckbourn, Chekhov, Pinter, Simon, Coward and Ionesco to name
but a few, and NOT also have the opportunity to learn about yourself,life and the richness of the written and spoken word.
Okay, I have just climbed down from my
own special soapbox about theatre and drama, and the need for it in our lives! However,
the prospect of talking to people about my book as me, seemed much more
daunting than performing a character on stage, but you know, all those years of
training came to my aid again, and I found that I was once again ‘performing’
but this time as myself, and it came a lot easier than I had imagined.
Here some children are carefully carrying their sprinkles of Magical Fairy Dust to blow away after making a wish.
Then the Wish Fairy collects up all the wishes and takes them to WishLand where they are kept, to hopefully one day, be picked out to come true.
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PSYCHIC REVELATIONS LEAD TO GOODBYES.
My new life in Hobart was continuing
along its joyful path. My friendship with Betty and her family was growing
stronger and at their request had started doing spiritual healing when I
visited them.
I had studied spiritual healing when
I took my Shamanic Healers course, and have always enjoyed working this way.
I remember reading about a wonderful
Native American called Fools Crow who said you have to have hollow bones to be
a good healer. I took the meaning of that statement to mean that we have to
work on ourselves to cleanse our own emotional and spiritual blockages which
helps provide a clear path for the energy to come through.
I am so glad that I was shown this
direction, and although the process of cleansing my inner emotional and
spiritual blockages can be very painful and uncomfortable, it has helped me recognise how those negative blocks warped my perceptions and prevented me from moving forward.
I gladly acknowledge that people and books were brought along to
help me, good old synchronicity working for me along with my spiritual guides
and angels, encouraging me to release those aspects of my inner self that would allow me to open new doors which hitherto had been firmly closed.
One such book prompted me to email
the writer, a lady in America, to say how much I had appreciated her writings. I
told her about my journey thus far and was really happy when I received an
email from her saying that she was originally from Tasmania and was giving me an
email address of a friend of hers, who was a psychic, and lived just outside
Hobart.
When I received this email I had to
chuckle as I had been trying to find someone whom I could go to for a reading.
I haven't had many consultations with mediums or psychics, I only went when I had the ‘feeling’
that it was time to go to one. I was always ‘led’ to the person I needed to see, so I confidently wrote to Jackie requesting an appointment with her.
I didn't receive a reply for ages,
and had begun to wonder if I had misread the signs, which of course I can do :) when Jackie responded
apologising for the delay, and explaining she had taken a break and suggesting a
date for me to go to visit her. I quickly accepted and before long found myself sitting opposite this wonderful ball of energy!
Jackie was an amazing lady, who within moments of the reading had accurately told me many details about my past, and trust me when I say that though I am a believer in some peoples psychic abilities (along with, sadly some charlatans), I am very sceptical and grounded, and I do not give anything away!
I was therefore surprised when Jackie asked whether I was considering moving from where I was living and before I could answer, her husband who had just walked into the room (which was an open lounge/kitchen area, he had come in to feed the many cats Jackie and he had) said "Oh there is a house for rent advertised in the local," and proceeded to get the paper to show Jackie.
"Right you need to go and look at this house, come on I will drive you there!" Needless to say I was astounded at the suggestion as I hadn't contemplated moving, but I just went with my gut instinct and before long we had arrived at the outskirts of a small town called Cygnet.
It was then Jackie realised she had left the paper at home so we didn't have the phone number, but she remembered the name of the road, so we drove along it and I quickly perceived that the houses were few and far between, certainly no close neighbours here!
It was then Jackie realised she had left the paper at home so we didn't have the phone number, but she remembered the name of the road, so we drove along it and I quickly perceived that the houses were few and far between, certainly no close neighbours here!
Jackie decided to go to one of the houses along the road, she felt as there were so few properties along it someone would probably know which one was being advertised to rent.
When she reappeared, she was grinning and happily waving at me saying "Well they (my spiritual guides and angels) must want you to have this as the guy who is renting it out, was in that house having a cuppa, how's that for synchronicity!" laughed Jackie.
When she reappeared, she was grinning and happily waving at me saying "Well they (my spiritual guides and angels) must want you to have this as the guy who is renting it out, was in that house having a cuppa, how's that for synchronicity!" laughed Jackie.
We drove for a few minutes before she turned onto a driveway that seemed to go on forever. There were many bushes and trees on either side of the drive and lots of grass too, quite beautiful in a completely natural way.
Then to the right of the drive I could see a bungalow and to the left a large shed. "The guy who is renting this out didn't have a key with him, but he said if you are interested he could meet you here so you can view it, but we can have a look through the windows, come on," said Jackie.
The bungalow was made of red brick, and there was a paved area with a barbeque and lots of trees, bushes and plants surrounding the house.
We peered in through the windows and could see there appeared to be a large open plan lounge/dining room/kitchen. Jackie pointed out there was a wood burner in the lounge and the kitchen had a cooker. There also seemed to be two bedrooms and of course a bathroom, going by the frosted glass.
We walked around the property and I realised I couldn't see another house, anywhere! There appeared to be a lot of land with the house and I presumed it would be the occupier who would have to look after it. Jackie pointed out there was a large water tank as the house wouldn't be on mains water. “Well what do you think Bess, isn't it wonderful, don't you think you would love it here?” asked Jackie.
To
my own astonishment I replied that I thought I would really enjoy living there, and strange as it seemed the house felt like home to me!
Jackie immediately called the owner and handed the phone over to me, we made an appointment for me to look over the house the following day!
As we drove back Jackie also told me she felt I was going to meet a man in August and be talking marriage by December! What! Now I was going into overload!
(But you know she was right folks! However this was to happen four years down the road, then I did meet someone in the August and we were planning a wedding by the December, but more about that in the future!)
Jackie dropped me off at the garage where I had left my car, as her husband had initially met me there, as the drive to their house was very difficult to describe, and many people got lost:)
Jackie made me promise to let her know how I got on the following day and with a huge hug and a friendly wave left me with my thoughts!
I sat in the car and reality hit me! What was I thinking? I made myself take a few deep breaths and thought about the choices I had to take.
I could stay where I was; I enjoyed living there but did miss my personal solitude and space which I had become used to since separating from my husband.
At the bungalow I would be in total control of my life, have the place to myself, be able to wander about at whatever time I wanted to, no more worrying about being decently dressed!
I would still miss the people at the house in Hobart, because I had shared many happy hours with them all, and there I didn't have to worry about anything except paying my rent once a month.
However at the bungalow I would probably have to look after the gardens, which would entail a lot of work, I would have to buy wood for the fire, get a phone, a car, furniture… the list started to grow, but as it grew so did the certainty that I had to go with my instincts and move to the literal back of beyond!
On my return to the house in Hobart, I told Mary and my fellow lodgers of my decision to relocate to Cygnet, they just stared at me, their expressions said it all!
Funnily enough this made me even surer that I was doing the right thing, it was time for me to move on.
I realised that in order to continue in my ‘growth’ it was essential for me to leave this safe, organised and unchallenging existence.
This environment had definitely been the place for me to live when I had first arrived, and had given me such amazingly supportive people to help me find my feet.
Now I knew I was ready for the next step, excitement, trepidation, joy and that unique bubble of delight that fills your being when you step into the unknown filled my being.
It was time to trust, believe and venture forth...
Then to the right of the drive I could see a bungalow and to the left a large shed. "The guy who is renting this out didn't have a key with him, but he said if you are interested he could meet you here so you can view it, but we can have a look through the windows, come on," said Jackie.
The bungalow was made of red brick, and there was a paved area with a barbeque and lots of trees, bushes and plants surrounding the house.
We peered in through the windows and could see there appeared to be a large open plan lounge/dining room/kitchen. Jackie pointed out there was a wood burner in the lounge and the kitchen had a cooker. There also seemed to be two bedrooms and of course a bathroom, going by the frosted glass.
We walked around the property and I realised I couldn't see another house, anywhere! There appeared to be a lot of land with the house and I presumed it would be the occupier who would have to look after it. Jackie pointed out there was a large water tank as the house wouldn't be on mains water. “Well what do you think Bess, isn't it wonderful, don't you think you would love it here?” asked Jackie.
Jackie immediately called the owner and handed the phone over to me, we made an appointment for me to look over the house the following day!
As we drove back Jackie also told me she felt I was going to meet a man in August and be talking marriage by December! What! Now I was going into overload!
(But you know she was right folks! However this was to happen four years down the road, then I did meet someone in the August and we were planning a wedding by the December, but more about that in the future!)
Jackie dropped me off at the garage where I had left my car, as her husband had initially met me there, as the drive to their house was very difficult to describe, and many people got lost:)
Jackie made me promise to let her know how I got on the following day and with a huge hug and a friendly wave left me with my thoughts!
I sat in the car and reality hit me! What was I thinking? I made myself take a few deep breaths and thought about the choices I had to take.
I could stay where I was; I enjoyed living there but did miss my personal solitude and space which I had become used to since separating from my husband.
At the bungalow I would be in total control of my life, have the place to myself, be able to wander about at whatever time I wanted to, no more worrying about being decently dressed!
I would still miss the people at the house in Hobart, because I had shared many happy hours with them all, and there I didn't have to worry about anything except paying my rent once a month.
However at the bungalow I would probably have to look after the gardens, which would entail a lot of work, I would have to buy wood for the fire, get a phone, a car, furniture… the list started to grow, but as it grew so did the certainty that I had to go with my instincts and move to the literal back of beyond!
On my return to the house in Hobart, I told Mary and my fellow lodgers of my decision to relocate to Cygnet, they just stared at me, their expressions said it all!
Funnily enough this made me even surer that I was doing the right thing, it was time for me to move on.
I realised that in order to continue in my ‘growth’ it was essential for me to leave this safe, organised and unchallenging existence.
This environment had definitely been the place for me to live when I had first arrived, and had given me such amazingly supportive people to help me find my feet.
Now I knew I was ready for the next step, excitement, trepidation, joy and that unique bubble of delight that fills your being when you step into the unknown filled my being.
It was time to trust, believe and venture forth...
I wanted to add that I have just downloaded these pictures and it is 14 years since I took the path that led me to this house.
I now know that by taking that path, I am where I am today, I am who I am today, that isn't just a house you are looking at, it is the place I found ME, found ME again at 55 years of age! That house could be called Liberation House :)
Lots more to tell you next time, thanks for stopping by.....
Blessings
Bess x
