I got back to North Cyprus on Wednesday last week but had such a hectic time during my short stay in London for my third reunion with university friends that I decided to give myself a good rest.
I’m not sure what happens to me in the UK but something gets activated. When I lived there in 2002-4, my healing abilities went through the roof, much to my surprise. The first time I realised something odd was going on was when a friend commented their wrist was very painful, I held it for a few minutes allowing healing energy to flow and was quite taken aback when she suddenly perked up and said her wrist was heaps better. I squeaked: “Really?” which I guess isn’t quite the response from a healer, but she was delighted. I also worked on my daughter’s back and her pain went within minutes – not for long though as she rushed back to do gardening, stuffed her back again, and returned for more healing work, plus she left with admonition from me that I’d give her a hard time if she didn’t rest her back for a while. And finally I did some healing on a person who had back pain, tapped into childhood physical abuse, and got vivid images of exercises for him to do to complement the healing work I did and wah-lah! his back got better straight away.
This time I haven’t stopped dreaming – from the first night I arrived in London to last night here in North Cyprus. I dream all night long and they seem to be about saving or rescuing people, fighting aggressive people and always winning whatever challenge I’m facing in each dream. I’m still working on this one as I believe I can offer hopeful, healing words and images but people need to save themselves and stand on their own two feet. If anyone’s got any ideas, feel free to let me know!
Anyway, I also decided to play at tourist while I was in London. I stayed with a good friend from my uni days and shared flat days when we were both working in London, then caught up with a few mates from our languages course at the University of Bradford, in Yorkshire, in the north of London. They were very happy days for me and it was great to meet up with old friends and start yakking as if we hadn’t all gone in different directions in the past 40+ years.
So here are some pics of my stay, including playing the Country Cousin taking photos as we travelled through London in a taxi, and getting admonished to make sure my bag was zipped up as here in North Cyprus I never have to worry about theft, the crime rate is incredibly low. I really enjoyed my London visit, the city has an amazing atmosphere BUT people look frazzled, tense and are always rushing. Having lived in rural or semi-rural areas now for 20+ years, I’m very happy to get back to a slow pace of life, my loving husband, my welcoming dogs who went bonkers when I walked into our apartment, and the richness of nature all around me.