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2006 -- October's journal

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2nd October -- I've got just a little minute to tell you of our autumny delights. I'm currently hooked on kale with everything. Evie's into marinated veg, especially when done in the saladacco, then warmed in the dehydrator for an hour or so. We've totally gone off summer fruits, though I did treat myself to some organic strawbs last night, but when I got home they weren't there. I think the shopkeeper liked the look of them and pilfered them. Or something.

Retreat is almost totally organised. Just got to work out how to pack the car and leave room for the guys and Evie... We're closing the bookings at 5pm Wednesday and are almost full, so do get booking if you really want to go. Some room types have gone now, so check it out now...

The Equinox has brought lovely crisp leaves and even crisper air. And no crisps cos they coat your brain in plastic and make it hard to think. It's also brought some lovely feelings of calm and happiness. Am feeling on top of the world at the mo, and I've every reason to stay there, coz I've learned so much about my silly self recently, I could laugh out loud. It's all wonderful.

I'll be not posting for a couple of weeks now, so have a beautiful time, and if you're coming to the retreat, it'll be great to see you. I can't wait, me, am so excited now! LURVE...

Post retreat highs

16th October -- Wow, guys...! Could I have wished for a better retreat? One thing that always stands out for me is the fact that I know everyone's life is altered greatly when they attend something like this. Everyone -- including me. I actually had a really easy time of it as I wasn't doing the catering like last year. As so much was taken care of, I just socialised and facilitated. Wasn't actually sure if I was a good facilitator, but realised at the end of the retreat, when all the thank yous came flooding in, that that's a big untapped part of me to explore in my next expression of this thing we call life.

Our talented guests

Our guests surpassed themselves with their talents, love and connecting. Joe's impromptu talk had us rolling in the aisles. Julia's off-by-heart poetry had us crying and astounded. Oliver talked about ocean grown wheatgrass. Amazing, they were.

There were many healers, people who work in health, and therapists there. We had a masseuse to the stars, too! Believe me (without breaking customer confidentiality!), she does them all, and they all get to hear about raw food from her. Times are achanging, and achanging quick (er, necessary due to little things like humans maiming our planet).

The theme of the whole weekend wasn't "food". It was about becoming "you", about finding every way to be the best,. most productive, most earth-saving you possible. I imagine that many people will be altering their careers very quickly after what we all said in our lectures ;-) I was amazed by this, as my themes were the same as David's and Daniel's, yet it's three years since they've lectured in my earshot. We're all so on the same wavelength -- and that's the beauty about raising your consciousness with raw food -- the frequency is clear, clear, clear.

I wrote an interactive story a few weeks before to read out on party night (see below). I was shocked as the days before unfolded -- too many things in my story were coming true in David's lectures, yet he'd not read a word of it. We all loved party night, with pass the parcel, musical mattresses, the story, some of the guests bringing their drums, guitars etc and forming a band with David (I called it Cacaomus -- cacao and ormus).

We did a wild food walk and saw the spiraling effects of ormus in action on a grape vine and many other plants. We ate pollen from the source (not via bees!), Evie Popple went tomato gathering and Joe captured it perfectly on camera (I'll see if I can get the pics on here, it's so sweet). My mum worked her socks off on the stall, my dad and Charlie looked after Evie Popple. We swam, saunad, ate, talked, laughed and loved. Lives were forever made different, but only in that upward, expansive, spiraling way -- the way that ormus filled raw fooders feel...

My parents got to listen to some of David's talks, as Evie was asleep in the evenings. My dad said that David's got a CD in his head. I have to say that he has jumped to another level since I last saw him, when I was pregnant with Evie. His knowledge has always blown me away, but this was different, this was like he's not even human anymore! Everyone drank in the David Wolfe experience every night. As yoga started with Daniel at 7am, and as David went on sometimes til 4am, (way over schedule, and only the hardcore crew stayed!!!) people got so much information, I can't begin to say.

"A lovely family run business that sell amazing and cutting edge products of exceptional quality that do what they say on the packet!! (and more)."

--Sue, Seaford, East Sussex, UK

The chocolate love room

We had a chocolate love room at the retreat. A room that had a continuous supply of raw chocolates. However, there were rules. Guests could only feed other people, not themselves. They couldn't remove chocolates from the room. They had to write on a love heart something they loved and stick it on the wall of the love room. We got so many beautiful stickers, and we got through so much raw chocolate, too!!!

I arranged the weather

Mid October in the UK is supposed to be cold! Of course, I arranged the weather and it was t-shirts outside most of the time. This was all great as David showed us slides of someone who has cloudbusters in his garden and grows tropical plants there. He also arranges the weather, then.

The funniest moment

Our final activity was a form of tantric painting. Everyone coupled up, and one person became the paintbrush, one became the painter. The aim was for the paintbrush to surrender fully to the painter. Dani came in a bit late and didn't hear the instructions. She paired up with Richard. She laid him down next to her canvas and started painting on his shirt. The look of shock when she realised that everyone else was painting with the people, not on them was priceless! I asked her what did she think the canvas was for, and she replied she thought it was for the people to lie down on so they didn't get dirty. Dani was one of those guests who just *made* the week very special indeed. A true love, and very very funny.

So, ormus!

I'd read about ormus a few years back, and knew a bit about it, so was keen to know more from David, as I knew he'd been researching it. First, we're all in the car drinking ormus trapped gold and silica. A real treat. Evie joined in. The effects are healing, clear, not stimulating, and life-filled. Ormus is light giving energy that's trapped in rocks. By nature it wants to get to the sun, so it levitates when released. Ormus is abundant in raw foods, and stuff like grape seeds have lots of it. (Hence seedless grapes -- grapes that will make you gravitate -- get pulled downwards, contracted and depressed to keep as part of the great unconscious machine). Etherium gold has ormus in it, much less than the stuff David's working on, but more than the average person would get in food. When ormus is present in something, it expands, spirals out and up, levitates and is filled with light. Remember when Findhorn first started and they grew their food in spirals? That's them using ormus energy (I don't know if they knew this). People were astounded that they could grow food in such a hostile environment, but it didn't just grow, it grew really big and unaffected by pests. In contrast, one person said to me "Isn't it odd how so many "normal people" have faces that look like they're being dragged down?" This is the opposite of an ormus-filled/fuelled body. Gravity! So for levity, it's get ormus in you. Unless you like the hangdog look, of course.

Huge fan!

The strangest things happen sometimes that make me rethink the work I'm doing and "who I am"! The day the retreat started, there was another retreat ending. One woman from that retreat came up to me. She asked if I was part of the raw food retreat, so I said I was. "Are you Shazzie?" she asked. I said I was. She then gushed forth about what a huge fan of mine she was, how she adores my work, what's going on in the UK now and how she loves it all. I asked what was her name. Now, I'm not telling you who she was (confidentiallity again!!)... but she was a really famous person who just looked a bit different in person to how she looked on pictures I've seen of hers. I was shocked! This inspiring wonderfully proactive woman was a "fan" of mine???! Reality check time -- "little me" wasn't getting it. We had a great chat, swapped biz cards and she met David, which she was thrilled about and off she went. "Keep me informed of your other events, I want to know everything!", she said as she smiled her goodbyes. I knew from then that the most extraordinary things would happen on this roadtrip!

Lord Sky Dancer

After the event, we went to Sky's house in Glastonbury for a couple of days. There, I attracted a Maori healer into my world. He's been here a couple of months and is loving it. In NZ he works in prisons on the crims that have "no hope". They're the ones that the gov will entrust to him, as they've tried all the "normal" stuff.

Wow. This man was so powerful. If I get time, I'll write up fully what he did, as it'll take a time, but in brief, he spent two hours getting stored negative male (sexual/abuse/relationship) energy out of me. At one point I actually thought he was killing me, the pain caused me to double up, thrash about (just like you imagine an exorcism), and leave me in tears. Then laughter. Now, as the memories have been erased, I've forgotten the pain, but I remember my reaction to it. I still have the bruises, too. I'll photo them for you! And afterwards I felt so light, so blessed that the guys had let me get the first healing in a house full of people wanting to experience this man, and so free.

Bright town

We then went to Kate's Raw Magic cafe opening in Brighton. It was fab -- about 50 guests, Amy's lush raw food, chocolates, and an impromptu speech from David. A beautiful day with some of the retreat guests showing up, some old friends, some new friends, my American friends and Kate, Jess, Tom, Evie, Kate's family. Man, I felt love that day from all angles!

The cafe will be a massive success. The time is now. All the while at the retreat we were encouraging people to live their dream, to contribute to saving the world, to be the real them, and then we're at the cafe with 50 people doing just that -- making a difference to this world situation and working together to do what we can while we can. Cosmic.

My daughter gives me such hope

Evie has given me so much more than I ever thought a person could give. That's the value of unconditional love. There's the lesson -- to love without limits, preconceptions or conditions. I know it's the most important thing she can teach me right now as I go through a massive personal inner trip. Am journeying to my core, and getting to know myself fully for the next part of my life. I think, if I'd not have had Evie, then I wouldn't be interested in the next part of my life -- it wouldn't be necessary for me, so again, I'm thankful. I call Daniel (our yoga teacher) my Yoda. Well, now he's gone back to Bali, I think Evie's my Yoda now. I think she always was. The next part of my life, the next expression is for people like her -- people with a future ahead of them -- people who've chosen to incarnate right now while the planet's on the edge of insanity. Our children deserve to know how to be self sufficient, self sustaining and self aware. They deserve the best, that's the least we can give them. So many people commented on how aware, psychic, amazing, fairy-like, loving, caring, giving and happy Evie was over the past two weeks that I've realised she's not just special in my eyes. People like Evie are coming to this planet now for the same reason -- to connect with each other (Rainbow children all connect with each other psychically), and to create a different world to the one we currently live in. In people like Evie, I totally trust. In people like the government -- well -- they're not gonna be here for ever...

So to the photos of the trip. And then back to saving the planet. All in a day's work. Oh, and here's the story, our guests said they wanted it published...

David Wolfe and Shazzie save the world

Here's a story about two unsuspecting people who accidentally saved the world. And Mike Nash.

When you hear the name David Wolfe, you have to shout: "This is the best day ever"
When you hear the name Shazzie, you have to shout "love, life and liberty"
When you hear the name Mike Nash, you have to shout "You can have it all, mate"

David Wolfe "This is the best day ever" was the middle son of two medical doctors and lived in California, where the sun always shines. Shazzie "love, life and liberty" was a council house kid from Hull, where the rain often poured. One summer's day, they met in an elevator in London and a bolt of lightning struck them. The Universe liked them meeting and decided to allow it more often.

Over the years, David Wolfe "This is the best day ever" and Shazzie "love, life and liberty" became firm friends and spent some of each summer going "We've got a mission, but what is it?"

One day, David Wolfe "This is the best day ever" and Shazzie "love, life and liberty" were on holiday in Maui. Their friends, The Coconut Brothers, gave each of them A RAW CACAO BEAN. David Wolfe "This is the best day ever" did muchly enjoy his raw cacao bean with honey, yet Shazzie "love, life and liberty" a strict vegan, had hers naked. Shazzie "love, life and liberty" loved it naked.

That day changed their lives and their mission became clearer. A few weeks later, during a tour of Amsterdam, David Wolfe "This is the best day ever" and Shazzie "love, life and liberty" had a cuppotea. During this cuppotea, something very special formed between them. "Let's write a book!" David Wolfe "This is the best day ever" said. Or was it Shazzie "love, life and liberty"? Maybe it was David Wolfe "This is the best day ever" and Shazzie "love, life and liberty"?

"What shall we call it?" asked Shazzie "love, life and liberty". "Raw chocolate" proclaimed David Wolfe "This is the best day ever". Shazzie "love, life and liberty" shook her head, remembering her ecstatic time with her naked bean. "Let's call it Naked Chocolate", she said, staring at the lightbulb above her head.

So David Wolfe "This is the best day ever" and Shazzie "love, life and liberty" went their separate ways back to different continents. They furiously wrote this book, and swapped ideas over something quite new-fangled called email, of all things. David Wolfe "This is the best day ever" travelled to Peru to visit the home of the cacao bean, and Shazzie "love, life and liberty" became pregnant, grew enormous and didn't go much further than her sofa.

Two whole years passed. Giant waves hit the shores of tropical lands. Weather systems confused the weathermen, the icecaps sweltered, and earthquakes ravaged Asia. Then one day, David Wolfe "This is the best day ever" and Shazzie "love, life and liberty" put their collective pens down and decreed Naked Chocolate to be ready to show the awaiting world. Naked Chocolate was printed and distributed to the rich in mansions and the poor in charity shops. The world's ears pricked: Chocolate is good for you? Well, it must be if David Wolfe "This is the best day ever" and Shazzie "love, life and liberty" say so, mustn't it? After all, David Wolfe "This is the best day ever" is America's foremost nutritionist and Shazzie "love, life and liberty" is the UK's best loved raw food author. At least her new baby thought so as she suckled cacao flavoured booboo morning, noon and night.

Then something magical happened. Raw chocolate businesses sprung up out of nowhere. One minute there was a MuckDonalds, the next it had turned into a raw chocolate muffin shop. There was a Pizza Hut, we're sure there was, but when we next looked, there was a raw chocolate drinks and cakes shop. And wasn't that Tesco's there, before it became a funfair with all the prizes being made of the finest Peruvian raw cacao and maca?

Throughout the western world, all the corporations were crumbling. Being built on money and greed, they couldn't survive as the love of cacao spread faster than wildfire. David Wolfe "This is the best day ever" built a raw chocolate factory, rescued all the K-Mart staff in the whole of America, turned them into oompa-loompas and created raw chocolates for the whole of the blessed country (and Canada) to enjoy. This caused everybody except for George Bush to join the raw chocolate revolution. Everyone in the USA laid down their arms, their drugs, their anger and their cooked food, for they were totally satiated and in a perpetual state of bliss.

The earth started to recover. Tropical rainforests regrew. The icecaps stabilised. Alaska was declared an oil free zone as wind power fuelled recycled cars. Men in the Middle East found peace amongst themselves as they remembered the glory of tree climbing they knew before machines were invented.

Meanwhile, in England, Shazzie "love, life and liberty" was crowned Queen of England, after Elizabeth decided she wanted to retire and just eat cacao kebabs with Philip on Zakynthos. Shazzie "love, life and liberty" declared several laws: the abolishment of schools, work and abattoirs amongst them, and a mandatory daily practice of chocolate yoga. Under Shazzie's "love, life and liberty" rule, Tony Blair became increasingly anxious, and hunched. His government were as much use as a chocolate teapot after having a debauched yet very educational time with Temptress, Goddess, Intacta, Siren, Strumpet and Empress.

One day, in 2012, as the planet was finally righting itself due to the total breakdown of control and loss of international fear, Mike Nash "You can have it all, mate", a strange hybrid of a superbeing and a bit of a chav, was cleaning under his bed, looking for some gold jewellery that had gone missing of late. There he saw something very strange indeed. Something was shaking. He reached his big manly arm into the corner and felt two little pricks. Mike Nash "You can have it all, mate", even though he was indeed big and manly, was shocked and pulled his arm back. He sat on his bed, ate some raw cacao, and tried to forget about it. But it wouldn't go away. Mike Nash "You can have it all, mate", was intrigued. He went to get a torch, but couldn't find one so lit a goji berry flavoured tealight instead. Enjoying the aroma, he poked the little candle under the bed. He saw two tiny figures, like toys, but they were moving. Mike Nash "You can have it all, mate", was confused, so called up David Wolfe "This is the best day ever" and asked him what he should do. Unfortunately, David Wolfe "This is the best day ever" said he was busy rescuing a rare European bird from a tree, and that Mike Nash "You can have it all, mate" should understand the importance of that mission. He suggested that Mike Nash "You can have it all, mate" call Shazzie "love, life and liberty". Shazzie "love, life and liberty" was wearing nothing but a crown on her head and was in the middle of writing a really silly story when she took the call. "Shazzie "love, life and liberty". It's Mike Nash "You can have it all, mate" here." Mike Nash "You can have it all, mate" said. And he explained what he'd found. "Shazzie "love, life and liberty" said she thought she knew what it was. She told him to catch the two critters and she'd be over in a jiffy.

Climbing out of a bubble-wrapped envelope, Shazzie "love, life and liberty" knocked on Mike Nash's "You can have it all, mate" door. He was sitting on the sofa, looking at the two strange moving objects under a glass jar. Shazzie "love, life and liberty" pulled out her diamond and Incan berry encrusted magnifying glass and made one eye bigger than the other as she inspected Mike Nash's "You can have it all, mate" find. "Just as I suspected", Shazzie "love, life and liberty" said. "It's George Bush and Tony Blair. They are aliens after all! I bet if you look under your bed, you'll find a little spaceship." Mike Nash "You can have it all, mate" asked how she knew all this. "We'll, I don't just sit on my throne, as Queen of England, you know!" Shazzie "love, life and liberty" exclaimed. And she went on to explain that she'd had David Icke tracking the two leaders and they left the following clues. Tony Blair and George Bush came to this planet because humans had been made very susceptible to control through the demineralised food they ate. As aliens, the leaders thrived on the fear that they created, and it was the fear that made them many times bigger than they actually were. When the fear went away because everyone was loving cacao, the leaders started to shrink back to their normal micro size. David Icke had also hacked into their email accounts and found they'd ordered ever decreasing clothes from Next.com, then Mothercare.com. Finally they were ordering clothes from ActionMan.com, and that's when he made his report to Shazzie "love, life and liberty", Queen of England. Icke stated: "The more love that was growing in people and in the world, the more the leaders shrunk until they were just about the size of a match each."

Shazzie "love, life and liberty" looked around. Mike Nash "You can have it all, mate" wasn't there for a moment, but then he came back in the room, with something that looked just like a matchbox. "I obviously don't smoke, and I lit my goji flavoured tealight with the cooker downstairs that was just about to go into a museum". Mike Nash "You can have it all, mate" was holding the President and the Prime Minister's spaceship. Shazzie "love, life and liberty" had heard all about these from David Icke. "See this hole here? This is their fuel port. They run it on gold, and take the spaceship to places where there's lots of gold to refuel before embarking on long interplanetary journeys. Looks like your chav ways with your gold sovereigns and bulldog necklaces have helped save the day for us." "What shall we do with it all?" Asked Mike Nash "You can have it all, mate". Shazzie "love, life and liberty" thought for a moment and called up David Wolfe "This is the best day ever". "I know you're busy rescuing a rare European bird, but this is a proper emergency, we've got George and Tony under a glass jar." So David Wolfe "This is the best day ever" told his rare European bird to stay put and came over.

The three of them sat round the jar, Mike Nash "You can have it all, mate" was holding the spaceship, David Wolfe "This is the best day ever" tried to focus his mind away from the rare European bird, and Shazzie "love, life and liberty" thought hard. "Let's send them love!" She proclaimed. "But we don't know what'll happen", said Mike Nash "You can have it all, mate". But they did it anyway because all three were brave superbeings and had already saved the planet once. What could these tiny aliens do now?

At that moment, Mike Nash "You can have it all, mate" thought he heard something really quite like: "If it wasn't for those meddling kids, we'd have gotten away with it" but he put it down to watching too much TV when he was young, before he became a turned on switched off superbeing.

All three closed their eyes and sent love to George Bush and Tony Blair. The jar started to shake. There was a strange mosquito-type noise and then the jar shattered into a million pieces. The three superbeings were blown into the middle of next week with the blast. Once they'd become present again, they went over to where the jar was. There was no sign of the former leaders. "Where are they?" asked Mike Nash "You can have it all, mate". "I don't know", said Shazzie "love, life and liberty", wiping dust from her crown. Suddenly, David Wolfe "This is the best day ever" saw two cacao beans, right where the leaders had been. "Woah" he said. CACAO! He whipped out some raw honey from his rocket-booster back pack and ate one. Shazzie "love, life and liberty" picked up the other one and ate it naked. Well, it was getting a bit hot in there. "We've been here before", she smiled, wondering what life had in store for her next. And Mike Nash "You can have it all, mate" scuttled back up to his bedroom with a miniature tool kit that he'd saved from a Christmas cracker, determined to get his sovereign ring out of the gold fuelled miniature spaceship... Well, some things never change!

The end.

The prize for travelling the furthest. All the way from South Africa, our lovely guests Beryn and Peter had this to say:

"Thanks to all for an awesome retreat. David was a mind-expanding inspiration and Shazzie's chocolates are truly - TO LIVE FOR! The soul is fed and full after spending time with such an amazing group of people and being fed the highest energy, living foods on the planet!"

Beryn Daniel
Cape Town, South Africa
www.hormone-healthy.com

"It was an honour to be in the presence of so many bright beings - David is a powerful embodiment of the higher energy of living foods. I was inspired and humbled by the depth of information David shared and excited by the very latest raw research. Daniel's breathing exercises were transformational and my live blood session with Mike was great too. All in all an amazing few days."

Peter Daniel
Cape Town, South Africa
www.colon-cleanse-tips.com

Veronika does it again

My amazing friend Veronika's blog is the best out there by far. She touches on real issues, and this week's Brew of the Day made me want to share it with you again. She's writing about the newest silly vaccination, one that's got clinical links to birth defects and other "side effects"... the jab is for girls, to "prevent" cervical cancer. Veronika says "Mothers and fathers, know that you have the right to say NO. Know that you can take as long as you need to make an informed decision about this. Don’t allow yourself OR your daughter to be bullied. She’s relying on you to make an intelligent decision, not one based on fear. And most importantly, don’t rely on the government or your local doctor to tell you the whole truth. It’s not in their best financial interests to tell you how unethical it is to inject the virus for (sexually transmitted) genital warts into your not-yet-sexually active daughter." Read the whole story here... I share my Saturday cuppa with her in cyberspace as often as I can, and would love you to be there too!

I'm an auntie!

17th October -- Aw, Evie's Auntie Jane (Matt's sister) just had a little boy this morning. Cameron Victor. Bless. We'll go off to see him later on this week bearing gifts of organic cotton clothes etc. Congratulations, Jane and Wayne, and thank you for giving Evie another boy cousin. LOVE!!!!

My healing made me bruise

A big bruise all over my calf. This is where most of the negative energy was stored.

Me and my Maouri healer

My healer, Anaru, and me afterwards. I made him a salad, which was the least I could do.

Exbruise me

So this is the story of the Maori shaman that I manifested in Sky's house. First off... Sky doesn't live at his house, but while we were there, at least 50 people showed up. The sweetest moment, Rar's raw little boy had a copy of Naked Chocolate, and was flicking through it. "This can't really be David Wolfe and Shazzie", he said, pointing to us! Yeah, it really was us. We were in Sky's house that's getting made into a healing centre, and there's a lot of lovely energy there. The conservatory is so full of light and a big strange plant. And a wasp.

Sky friend Jen tells me about the Maori guy. he'd done a couple of healings on her. He'd healed a 27 year old injury. I thought about where to start healing my body! Yeah, I've done a lot of yoga, raw food, green juice, positive thoughts and all that, but to counteract the masses of blows my body and emotions have taken over the years, I'd need to do a lifetime more of it. Just thinking of the amount of whiplash I've had makes me squirm. So the healer gets here. He's a full on Maori healer, big, beautiful and shining. I didn't know what to expect. Jen was there with me, she's being led into this kind of healing. He asks me if I'd had therapeutic massage before. The deepest I've had is Rolfing. Believe me... this isn't Rolfing or anything like as pussyish. This is hardcore beat the pants off of you get that shyte out of your body for good therapy. Man... it worked good, and I've still got the bruises to show for it.

I was treated for two hours all in all. Most of the time I was being massaged, or my guy was waiting for the spirits to tell him where the negative energy had gone.

The Maoris who heal like this sometimes liken the negative energy to a lizard. When a lizard's under threat, it'll shed its tail and the tail will go and hid elsewhere, making the hunter think the lizard is where it isn't. The energy also does this, in a bid to stay in the body. The spirits tell the healer if the energy creates a lizard tail. Of course, mine did. This meant that after I'd been battered on the calf, the energy moved upwards, but put out a small part of it into my foot. I then got treated there, before he went further up. Most of the session was painless. Most of it was massage with raw coconut oil. We laughed a lot, then *bang* he had another go. Sometimes when he heals people the police get called as the screams sound like murder...

After doing my legs, I got a lovely back and shoulder massage. I asked if the legs are the most painful part, he said yes. I stated that the rest is like a walk in the park compared to that, then. I was happy to not have any more thrashing, flailing legs, protesting in pain, yet too weak to do anything about it.

Then he turned me onto my back and asked me if I had any pain where he was poking me in the tummy. I answered no, but my body answered yes, and he and Jen laughed at me. He asked if I wanted the energy to be finally removed -- it had moved up from my leg into the seat of my emotions... Of course I said I was ready. Then he asked to look at my fingernails, and make me promise not to scratch him. It can't be that bad, can it??? He said he'd be as quick as he could. Jen said I could hold her hand, I said she may not have a hand left. I'm all for healing, and with this wonderful person available to me for such a short time, I really wanted to get as much done as possible.

In went the elbow. It wasn't too bad. Then it was. I felt like he was killing me. I couldn't speak. I curled up into a ball, trying to get this great big man off of my belly. I screamed. I screamed. I screamed. I thought I was going to die. This was big time. My life flashed before me. People, events, smells, feelings, everything. I was meeting my maker.

Then, after about 5 seconds, he let go.

My body didn't let go. It thrashed about on the massage table like a fish out of water. Flipping and turning, the screams getting louder, and from somewhere within me that I didn't know existed. Then, in one final protest, the energy that was being expelled caused me to convulse, flip my head back, push my mouth open and make my body spasm. Then I collapsed. Then I laughed. I couldn't remember the pain that had gripped me seconds before. I could remember my response to it, but the actual pain was gone. Even now, I can't remember it. It's been erased, which is the whole point. Wow. I haven't felt this light, great, good in years. Years and years. I am so grateful to my healer and the healing space of Sky's house.

Skin tag removalI am a mole and I live in a hole

Attempted mole removalYou may remember a while ago I wrote about removing my moles with some herbal stuff I got off of th'internet. Well, I didn't quite get the results I expected.

The skin tag removed itself, as you can see from the pictures. The instructions say that the object will die after about 5 days. This skin tag took 3 weeks to die. Now, as the scab's fallen off, there's a slight red raised bit, but it's getting more normal every day. I doubt there'll be a scar at all. I actually felt quite sorry for it when it died. It was just hanging there for a few days, all dead and black. Removing part of myself is odd. I like all of me, but these things aren't actually me, they're malformed cells that get strange signals to grow. I didn't have this skin tag 7 years ago, then it just grew.

The mole did something much stranger. Now, in the instructions, it says not to use the product if you think you have skin cancer. Well, I thought I did have, but used it anyway (don't do as I do, do as I say, eh!!)... So after about 10 days the mole was just getting a bit softer, but my surrounding skin was getting more agitated by the constant plasters on it. Then, just next to the mole, some skin bubbled up, like th mole should have. Then some black stuff appeared, scabbed over, dropped off and the hole filled up over the next few days. The mole is now much lighter than it was. I really don't know what it was all about, but I think it was the skin cancer that was under the mole being gathered up and ejected through this exit right by the mole. Remember that this herbal treatment causes your body to create an immune response to the mole, it doesn't burn it. This all makes perfect sense. When the hole is completely healed, I'll attempt to remove the mole again. Hopefully it should go this time, but check out the piccies. Fab, eh!

Our new baby

20th October -- We went to see Cameron yesterday, Evie's new cousin and my kind of nephew. I say kind of, coz he's Matt's sister's baby... now, me and Matt aren't together, but Evie's still Matt's daughter, so she's still Cameron's proper full on cousin, so I'm kind of his Auntie. Anyway, with that and Matt's dad getting married a couple of weeks ago, Evie's got a new baby cousin and a new grandma all in a month. Not bad, eh! Extended families are weird. It's all "normal" on my side of the family, coz my mum and dad are still together, but with me being a single mama and Matt's parents having different partners, it's all a bit complex and there are just so may people on my Christmas card list. Except I may stop sending cards now. When the Internet was first popular I stopped sending cards, I did the ecard thing, coz it's better for the planet than to chop down a tree, but I got family complaints and I gave in. Am stronger now. I can hold up said tree and press "send" on laptop all at the same time. Must be all the spinach.

cameron, my new nephewMama

Finally, Evie's got the hang of who I am. She's called me several things in her time, starting off with booboo (clearly, as that's all I was to her), then baba, then ma (like Nasty Nick Cotton -- "allo ma"), then Shaz (well, no-one else calls me mummy, do they?) and now, over the past few days she's started calling me Mama! It's all very cute, and she put it into practice yesterday when she was really tired and I tried to put her into her pram to walk her to sleep "No, I don't want to, Mama." she protested (two seconds before falling asleep in said pram). Wow, that was a long sentance, and very well thought out. Ah, I'm finally a Mama!

Choccie's angels Christmas party update

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You are what you eat, RIP

23rd October -- As regular advertisers in above mentioned magazine, we've just been informed that the mag isn't to be published any more. I'm actually happy about this! When it first came out, it quite genuinely reflected Dr Gillian McKeith's food and lifestyle philosophy, which incorporated a lot of raw/living foods and was mostly vegan. Over a short period of time, it got more and more mainstream. The current issue had a section in it called "What to do with leftover bread", outlining spotted dick and bread and butter pudding recipes. More like, how to clog up your guts so you can't absorb any real food that you may happen upon. While the magazine did incorporate interesting and worthwhile stories, such as the destructiveness of soya (again in the current issue), there was defo an undercurrent of this being just a cookery magazine for those who love meat and dairy. The editor also wrote in this issue at how he wants to cater for those who have real lives and not for food facists. I find this odd, as a full-time mother and Managing Director... I have a real life and manage to give my child only home made fresh food, every meal time, without exception, without help and without resorting to making white bread leftover food. In fact, I can hand on heart say that I would never ever give my child white bread, because if you are what you eat, then I don't want Evie to be a processed, demineralised, good for nothing person -- just the opposite, in fact. How this magazine can even think about including white bread in its recipes is a puzzle to me -- the least they should be going for is wholewheat bread. Magazines like this should be lifting people up and showing them what's possible with budget and time limits, not keeping them down with supressive, opiate-containing over cooked "foods". This editor's excuse was clearly coming from a place of addiction, as were most of the recipes that were being published of late. It's timely, as I've been saying to mates "Advertising in that magazine just doesn't sit right with me anymore". My biggest feeling is that they hadn't found any inventive healthy chefs, so resorted to Leslie Waters (nowt wrong with her, she's a great chef, an inspiration and a great character), so they got traditional British food, instead of progressive food to build superbeings. So I feel that this magazine failed largely because it didn't remain authentic. Their customers bought it because they wanted more of the Gillian McKeith experience, but they got something that was just like all other mainstream cooking magazines. This is a lesson in authenticty, guys! You have to remain true in what you do, otherwise your angels will go "No, that's not what you signed up for. You're not going down that road!" Now, let's all imagine a new magazine that could replacles it: high emphasis on raw foods, superfoods, natural living, sustainable living etc... am sure it's time!

The static bean

26th October -- Every so often, Evie is so happy she does this cute thing of lying on her back and wriggling. I'm sure my doggies used to do it. Well. She did it today. We spent the day with Nadia (who I used to work with at SCO, when I worked for a living) and Jack (her 5 year old son). We went to Denny Abbey off of the A10, bumped into two of my neighbours and made clay tea light holders, ghosts and skeletons for halloween. We went back to Nadia's for a cuppotea and Evie did her lying down and wriggling thing. When she does this, I call her an Ecstatic Being, coz she looks like she's in total ecstacy. So as I said it, Jack piped up "Evie's a static bean". How cute.

My clean house. Finally.

So after a plethora of cleaners, housekeepers, and even my neighbour helping out, I've got a new cleaner called Coleen. She started today, and I have to say that I don't remember my house looking this clean for a long long time. I'm very happy with her, the house and the nice vibe that's descended upon it.

Every month or so I write a series of mini-goals, that go alongside my bigtime goals. The ones for this month were SUPPORT... I needed support and fast, and so the Universe delivered. Bless it. And now my neighbour who helped me in the house for a bit is going to help me in the office. Oooh, you should see the paperwork that's swamping me. Terrible feng shui.

But no more. Am going to get super organised with the help of these two ladies. My neighbour is the lady who has two little doggies and Evie takes them for a walk. She loves them so much.

Raw food Christmas hamperI'm a naughty girl

As I dropped Matt's mum off the other day after seeing the new baby, I was distracted about a few things. I drove out of a side road, didn't see all the 30 signs and accelerated as normal up what I thought was a country road. Except it wasn't a country road, it was Great barford with its deceiptful two speed traps at both ends of the village. I've always been so careful driving through there, coz they are deceiptful... but as I no longer go to Bedford, I'd forgotten, was distracted, was tired, came out of a side road and accelerated as if I was in Vera, not Lottie. Ooops. It flashed. I went "Bugger". and asked all my angels to help, after all, I'm too busy saving the world to get caught speeding. Angels sent me a letter off of the coppers instead, though. 48 in a 30. That's v bad, I know. Even if it was a country lane that's normally 60. I certainly didn't have due care and attention -- caught me bang to rights they did. I've gotta pay a 60 squid fine and I'll get 3 points on my licence. Well... I guess if that's all I've been done for in 20 years of driving, it's not bad. Still so getting used to the speed of new car. I reckon they should have honeymoon peroids for new cars and their owners of 6 months or so, coz it's so hard to not go fast in Lottie. Or stall her. I'm good at that, too.

And a few months ago, I'd have been beside myself if this had happened. I really don't like doing wrong things, but I'm not that upset, coz I do realise that it was a speed trap, not a saftey camera (Cambridgeshire cameras are all based on saftey, not getting easy money like those Bedforshire cameras are). There's no way that that road is actually a 30, it's defo done for money. So I'm thinking that right and wrong is frequently different to lawful and unlawful, which we all know coz sometimes the law's totally mental, and it's never helped me when I've needed it. So I'm not beside myself, I'm just grateful that I've been made aware that I need to pay more attention in my car that does everything for me so I don't have to concentrate as much. Er, I do, don't I?

Christmas hampers!

Jennie has been scouring the planet to bring you all a great Christmas hamper! Packed in a lovely reusable bamboo hamper, the contents are very chocolately and lovely indeed. Check them out. What a fab pressie for your loved ones (or yourself!!).

Fresh goji berriesFresh goji berries

Our goji berry supplier sent me some photos of his crop, so I could let you all know what the look like fresh. Here's a particularly pretty picture. They grown on vine like bushes, and will climb if they get the chance, otherwise they look a bit like little weeping willows. Don't they look lovely?

Christmas love from Detox Your WorldChristmas closing times

I'm so excited about Christmas this year -- I've got some amazing stuff going on. Anyway... work...!! Er, you need to place your orders before mid-day Wednesday 20th December 2006 to ensure Christmas delivery. There. That's the official bit. Personally, I'd do it well before that coz you know what the post gets like at these times. Then I'm giving everyone a good couple of weeks off. The office will reopen on Tuesday 4th January 2007.

Christmas love bar

So we russelled up a Christmas love raw vegan chocolate bar for you! How excting. It won't be available all year, so if you love it, then get lots in to see you through.

A weekend in love

30th October -- Had a slightly different weekend this weekend. It was Brenda's 60th birthday, so Matt looked after Evie on Friday night while I went out. Brenda is my second mum, she's Lisa's mum and has always been so stable, loving and there. She took me in one summer and we've always had a lovely bond. I was touched to be invited to her birthday with just a few close friends and Lisa. So we had a lovely grown up time, me and Lisa reminiced and I felt very cossetted. I've known Lisa since I was 13, so we have a lot of history. The two funniest things we remembered were:

Our school exchange trip (c1882): We went to Montpellier at 13 with our white shiny shoes, our red jackets and our Phil Oakey hair. I stayed with a lovely girl called Pascal in a big mansion and Lisa manifested a horrible family in a flat that made her eat horse meat. I remembered this other girl Lorraine. She was really sweet, and a lovely girl, but she got a weird family, too. first, she thought she'd be all sophisticated and shaved her legs before we left the UK. But this was her first time and she didn't know how to do it, so she just shaved the front. Then she got to her French family and they made her eat brains. Then she was shown her room which had a sink in, but wasn't shown the loo. The corridor was all wallpapered, so she couldn't even see where the doors were as they were disguised, too. She was too scared to ask for the loo, so weed in the sink. When she finally needed a poo (probably to poo the brains out), she didn't know what to do, because by that time a few days had passed and she thought it would be really weird to them if she was only just asking were the loo was. So she pooed in the sink, put it in a plastic bag and tied it up. She then put it in her handbag and carried it around with her until she found a bin when we all went shopping. Bless her.

Our trip to Leicester (c1996): I used to live in Leicester, and a few years later we went back up there to go out dancing. Our mate Sarah (known as Sarah Pooalot coz she always pooed a lot when we went out dancing -- oh, there's a poo theme here...), well, she was into some odd music called happy hard house. It was like hard house played at Pinky and Perky speed. Me and Lisa were into different types of dance music and didn't really like the way the evening was going. We tried dancing, but then some guy started dancing with me and he had his dinkle out. At 4am we decided to go sit in Sarah's car and wait for her to come out so we could go home. Sarah had a new fangled posh car and we couldn't work out how to lock ourselves in. We felt very vulnerable sitting there in the small hours in Leicester with the doors unlocked. Not long after sitting in the car, a few guys in hoodies started wandering around the car park. out of nowhere I declared that these guys are crack dealers as they've got hoodies on, and that they'll attack us. In hindsight, I obviously have no clue as to what made me assume that! Lisa then gets out her change of clothes, a sweatshirt and goes "Well, I'm gonna put on this sweatshirt and then I'll look like a boy, and they'll be scared of me". Ah, the "my sweatshirt is a shield of steel" tactic. So then I decided to drive the car around Leicester for an hour, uninsured, coz I was convinced that getting caught by the coppers was better than being attacked by a load of crack dealers. our imaginations have always got us into trouble!

So we laughed at ourselves with these stories into the night...

Anyway, this meant that Matt looked after Evie in the morning on Saturday, so I had her in the afternoon for a change. I also had her all day Sunday and we hadn't made any plans to visit people so it was full on Evie and Mummy time. It was so nice, as the weather was really warm (and it was the end of October!). We went swimming, to Wimpole Hall, to the parks, made chocolate, made salads, had fun baths, bounced, tickled, loved and played (and looked at horses on the Internet which is Evie's current obesssion). We had such a lovely uninterrupted weekend, I kind of fell in love with Evie all over again. I just made a point of it being great for both of us, and we're both happier for it.

This morning I wanted to go into town to get some boots. We got there, then I checked the time, realised I was running late, and rushed back home while Evie fell asleep in the car, rushed Evie's meal up, rushed back out, rushed to nursery and popped Evie in there as she was just coming back from her sleep. As I was coming out, Sarah, Evie's old nursery woman from when she was one said "We're nice and early today"... you guessed it, I checked the time in my car and I'd not changed it (the clocks went back an hour on Sunday). And the girls at the nursery didn't say a word to me! I bet they all laughed. Well, someone had to do it ;-)

I'm really not sure I should be allowed to live on my own...

Sparkly halloween

31st October -- Am not going to go on about this forever, but my new cleaner came again today, and my house looks like new! I don't know how she does it. So my halloween is all sparkly and white. And I've put a bowl of organic fruit outside the door with a "shhh, baby bat asleep" sign and that the trick or treaters should help themselves. Wonder how much will be left? There was none left last year.

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