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An Easter Family Visit – Part 3

It’s already a week since the events that I am recording in this series of blog posts and, at last we reach Saturday’s adventures of our Danish family’s visit. If you’ve just stumbled across this, you are perfectly welcome to read this post first, but I suggest that the best place to start this adventure is at the beginning.

Saturday morning dawned just as grey and overcast as the previous couple of days had done, but Sue was determined that she was going to Wollaton Park,where there was a Mind, Body and Spirit show over the Easter Weekend. Originally, I had planned to go along with Sue, Maria, Cecilia and Sue’s mum and Sue had arranged to meet a friend and fellow hippie, Maggie. In the end, I decided not to go and to stay at home and sort out the music for that evening’s disco for a wedding at Lakeside.

A good morning’s peace and quiet was just what I needed to get the music sorted out and be ready for the evening’s work. However, I was very pleased when Sue phoned to say that they were on their way to Maggie’s house where tea and cake were waiting for us. I hopped on the Harley and rode across Nottingham to join them.

Sarah, Maggie, Maria and Cecilia at Maggie's house

Sarah, Maggie, Maria and Cecilie at Maggie's house

Maggie’s very talented daughter, Sarah, entertained us with some great guitar playing, including a great version of Led Zeppelin’s “Stairway to Heaven”.  

 Maggie had made some fantastic homemade cakes and biscuits and I, of course, contrived to sample as many of them as I could without allowing the “hog” part of my on-line identity to cross too far into into real life.

With the cakes consumed and the music appreciated, it was time to head back home where both Maria and Cecilia had their first look at the Heritage Softail. Although it really could have done with a clean (and, a week later, certainly needs one now) they were both impressed with it size and the amount of Harley-Davidson chrome that it carries. Both of the women sat aboard it, although by the time Sue had rushed off to get the camera, Maria had become a little camera shy and only this picture of a grinning biker-babe Cecilie was captured for posterity.

Biker Babe Cecilie aboard the Heritage Softail. (That is Chuffing Hog's arm hanging on the bike!)

Biker Babe Cecilie aboard the Heritage Softail. (That is Chuffing Hog's arm hanging on the bike!)

Wow, she certainly looks the part!

There’s no doubt that Cecilie enjoyed her moment on the Harley, even though it was on its stand on our drive with me fussing over it (and her) safety. But things got better – much better – on the Sunday ( and in Part 4 of this epic)

Ride Safe
Dave

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Festival Of Fire

Festival of Fire was a Mind, Body & Spirit event that took place this weekend at the sumptuously appointed Conference Centre at the University of Nottingham. This was a brilliant venue with lots of space for the organisers’ ambitious programme of talks, entertainment and a large exhibition hall for the 50 or so  stalls in attendance.

This was the second of these fairs that Sue and I had attended, so we are still a long way from having any kind of baseline to compare this event to others. However, we did have a very different perspective on the event to our experience of the Mansfield fair a few weeks ago because, on the Sunday, Sue was helping our good friend Kathy on her stall. Kathy, or Katherine when she is at work as a therapist under the Ray of Light banner, had invited Sue to come along to stand in for husband Phil who was on the radio airwaves this morning at Ashbourne Radio.

My own minimal involvement in the event was to wander around the event with and without Sue and to hang around Kathy’s stall a lot chatting, drinking coffee and eating Sue’s sandwiches.

Just like I did at the Mansfield event, I was struck by the calm serenity that so many of the people attending, both stallholders and customers seem to give out. However, as (very) honorary stallholders, we seemed to be treated slightly differently by many of the other, far more knowledgeable and experienced stallholders. As I walked around, many of them seem to start with an assumption that I was some kind of expert. I took pains to make sure that they knew that I was a very green newbie and without exception, people would explain things to me. I only wish I could remember everything I had been told.

However, I am rushing ahead of myself a little. On the Saturday we arrived just before the doors opened and had to wait just a couple of minutes to pay our entrance fee and get into the centre. Our first tour of the stalls showed the variety of therapies, crystals, books, jewellery and other objects that were available. We quickly located the Ray Of Light stall and met Phil and Kathy.

Phil & Kathy on the Ray Of Light stall at the Festival Of Fire

Phil & Kathy on the Ray Of Light stall at the Festival Of Fire

Sue’s first priority was to avail herself of Kathy’s professional services and to have an Indian Head massage.

Once she was suitable relaxed, we went to the massive auditorium to see Black Feather, an amazing man who I can only describe as a musician, poet and storyteller. I can’t find anything about him on the web, so my impressions will have to try to do justice to an amazing hour that we spent in his company. First of all there were no more than a dozen of us in a theatre space that would probably hold several hundred. Black Feather started his performance by saying that he wanted us to consider that we were with him in his home. This immediately made the vast space feel far more intimate. During the hour, he also asked the audience to say words or phrases that they felt. at first, I could not do this, but as I relaxed and the he wove the atmosphere around us, I joined in.

Black Feather then started to play a wooden xylophone, and his vocals were a mixture of English songs and chants that could have been in an African language, or could simply have been non-verbal vocal improvisation. Black Feather is also an accomplished flute player and a magical and engaging storyteller.

I would love to remember the two stories that he told us and write them exactly as he told them to us, but I could never do him justice. What I will say is that if you ever have the opportunity to experience Black Feather yourself, I am sure that it will be as a great experience as I had this weekend.

If this had been the only highlight of the weekend, I consider that it would have been a good one. However, things just got better and better. I am convinced that the power of the universe, or whatever is out there, was at work on me.

On Saturday we also went to a talk by Adele Womersley of Art ‘n’ Sound about Sound Therapy. This was a potentially life-changing experience for me. Adele was clearly quite nervous at giving her first such talk and my own inexperience at this kind of event gave me some kind of connection with her straight away. But when she introduced her subject and then let us play with her singing bowls, chimes, drum and other instruments, I felt that I had discovered a whole new world. I understand sound and how it is made and travels. Adele made the connection for me between the science of sound, my own use of sound in entertainment and communication and its potential for healing and for working on a spiritual plane.

Sue and I were both so taken with Adele and with this whole area that we really want to explore that our Christmas present is sat here at home; two singing bowls. I am also hoping to be able to work with Adele to create a website for her music and artwork.

I am going to write more about these singing bowls in the near future, and I intend to learn as much as I can about Sound Therapy.

Even after this, the weekend had more to offer us.

We were walking round the exhibition hall when I stopped dead at a stall that had a display of the most beautiful angels.  Now I am not one to be attracted to a doll, but I felt that one of these angels actually spoke to me as I passed. I stopped and had the strongest possible feeling that I was supposed to have this angel, named “Cassiel”. Most of the angels were pale colours, many of them white, but Cassiel has more earthy colours and just stood out for me.

Angel Cassiel

Angel Cassiel

 Amazingly, on the Sunday, Sue was called by another Angel from the same stall, Gabriel.

Gabriel, the angel that called Sue

Gabriel, The Angel that called Sue

Both of these angels were made by Sharon Dewick of “Angel Wings” and they, and her other creations can be seen on www.naturesworkshop.co.uk.

Last, but by no means least, a key source of whatever learning I can get with what feels like spiritual overload, is being provided by the incredible range of books provided by Peter from “The Magik Thread”. We have promised to visit both his shop in Stapleford and his website at www.themagikthread.co.uk. We now have two books and a DVD from Peter’s stall to kick-start that learning.
 
Perhaps I’ll let you know more about these when I’ve had chance to read and watch them.
 
I should find it amazing how, as one door closes on a chapter of our life that another one opens. However, I feel that the universe wanted us to find these people and to have the experiences that we are having and that somehow, now is the right time for this.
 
It’s an amazing ride and I’m hanging on to see where the journey takes us.
 
Ride Safe
Dave

Mind Body Spirit – Mansfield

At one time, in the not too distant past, you would never have got me near an event called “Mind Body Spirit“. Even when one of our friends, Kathy, asked Sue to be a case study for her own training in Crystal Healing, I was inclined to dismiss this as “hippy nonsense”.  Even when I went for Chakra balancing with Kathy and was impressed by the sense of peace that I came away with, it wasn’t until I experienced the real world effect of reflexology that I decided to become a a little more open minded and to stop dismissing all kinds of alternative therapies and lifestyle choices out of hand.

It was back in May this year that I “came out” here on this blog as a former sceptic. Even then, I would have been wanted to keep my conversion low-key and would never have visited this kind of event.

It was, of course, Kathy who gave us the opportunity to go to Mansfield Civic Centre today. In her role of Holistic Therapist under the name “Ray Of Light”, she was on a stall there with husband Phil. Kathy was offering 15 minute head massage taster sessions while Phil was chatting to customers for their essential oils, scented candles, wooden boxes and a plethora of other items, most of which I do not thoroughly understand, such as those small brass cymbals on a length of leather thong.

Our day started with a new and amazing experience for me, my first ever Indian head massage by Kathy. I have already come a long way in that I was not only willing, but enthusiastic about doing this in the middle of a large room full of people. Of course, no-one took the slightest notice of what I was doing and the massage was a great way to get into the event by relaxing me and giving me time to remove my mind from the outside world and to open myself up to the incredible positive energy that filled Mansfield Civic Centre.

After the massage, Sue and I had a cup of tea before wandering around the amazing array of stalls selling everything from angels to crystals, fairies to drums, incense sticks to art and books on every topic under the sun.  All of the stallholders that we stopped to talk to were friendly, knowledgeable and very understanding when talking to a callow beginner like me.

On one stall, Sue fell in love with a healing bear that had been made by Julie of Harmony Crystal Bears  and came complete with a rose quartz crystal, a birth certificate and the name “Misty”.  Misty is also the name of Sue’s cat, so there was immediately some kind of connection between Sue and this bear. At first there was no way that Sue was going to part with her hard-earned cash for a teddy bear, but after looking at all of the bears on display, she returned to Misty and the rest, as they say, is history.  Julie’s husband Ray said that you don’t really choose a bear, the bear chooses you and I am convinced that this is what happened today.

A little later, we met Reiki Master Alan Green, who was sitting behind a display of crystals. I stopped dead in my tracks when he said something to me and greeted me by name. I still have no idea how he knew my name was Dave, and we stopped to talk with him. He invited me to put my hands on a large and complex stone that was full of different kinds of crystals. I think I could feel some heat in the stone, but what happened next put the experience totally into the shade.

Alan asked Sue if she would like to experience Reiki (like Kathy and many other exhibitors, he was also offering taster sessions). Sue declined saying that she has psychic sensitivity and had, in her words, “closed the door on it”.  I had heard her say this many times in the past and despite my own scepticism about this whole area, I am convinced that Sue has experienced things that I cannot explain.

Anyway, Alan was having none of Sue’s refusal and asked her to put one hand out, with her palm upwards. Alan stretched out his own hand and never made any physical contact with Sue. He asked her to describe what she could feel and she talked about a warmth travelling up her arm and across to her other shoulder.

 Alan asked her to put out her other hand as well and as Sue held out both her hands beneath Alan’s one hand for onky about about 5 minutes, she described how the warmth and a tingling sensation had travelled through her arms and down into her body. She described the feeling as waves of warm water.

The warmth stayed with her for a long time after their hands had moved apart. Sue also felt very thirsty. I think the after effects have stayed with her because she was in bed and well on the way to being asleep by 10:30 pm whereas we would normally be up until midnight or later.

If I had not been standing next to Sue throughout this, I don’t think I would have been as convinced as I now am that there was something passing from Alan to Sue. I have no idea what it was, but I am sure it is real. I came away from this brief encounter wanting to know a lot more and will be reading and researching this. When I can afford the time and money, I would love to be trained to harness whatever power it is that was flowing there.

As well as the diversity of stalls reflecting all shades of alternative lifestyles, healing and therapy, there was a programme of talks that took place across the day. We went to two of them. The first was an informal chat by Sue Tribe whose website describes her as a Shaman, Past Life Therapist, Clinical Hypnotherapist and Therapeutic Drummer.  Unfortunately, she didn’t use the microphone that was available which made her talk a little difficult to hear at time, and the many questions that she took were completely inaudible to us. However, I wanted to persevere and to find out more about hypnotherapy, which was the subject of her talk. She covered many issues and addressed a lot of areas of my own ignorance. However, she didn’t really fire my imagination in the way that the second speaker, Fay Hartwell, did later in the day.

Fay is an accomplished speaker who did pick up the microphone. This immediately made me relax and helped me to concentrate on what she had to say. She is a Life Coach and the topic of her talk was “The Cosmic Kitchen”. This is based on the simple premise that the universe will provide whatever it is that we want and ask for. The complexity comes in the way that we identify for ourselves what it is that we really want and the way that we ask for it. I loved her imagery of there being a chef in the Cosmic Kitchen who takes the orders and sends them out. This means that we won’t always get an immediate response, but just like we order food in a restaurant, we can be sure that it is on the way. Fay also involved the audience in three simple exercises, two of meditation and one of visualisation of the differences between the past, present and future.

I came away from her session very fired up and wanting to know more and I am going to look for some of the books she recommended.

The whole day was quite an experience. I tried to go into it with an open mind and I came out with a real desire to learn more. Sue and I are already talking about going back again tomorrow for some more of the talks. Thanks toKathy for giving us the opportunity to go to this fair. It isn’t going to be our last.

Maybe there’s a bit of that hippy in me somewhere trying to get out.

Ride Safe
Dave