Tour Diary 21

Tour Diary – 21 -  Austin - House of Light and Mufon talks….

The House of Light talk took place in the home of a friend of Candace and was a wonderful setting for a Metaphysical talk.  The lovely host told us that some people were cross with her for putting on such a talk as the main thrust of their presentations are spiritual or metaphysical, but after Steve finished she told me that his talk was probably one of the most spiritual they had had there…

Steve is received so incredibly well everywhere.  People are just being overwhelmed by his personality and his message of his book. He talked for over 4 hours doing the presentation and then did questions and answers for a few hours more…. During these questions he was answering anything they threw at him and then something strange happened in that he actually affected a woman so much, when he really focused on her, that her legs gave out from under her and others in the room said that they too were affected by something 'he did with his eyes.'  We were trying to work out if the ET’s were working through him as people were saying they could sense energies in the room. It does appear that some kind of energy joins him on the stage towards the end of his talk.  Steve was unaware of what it was he was doing, he was just focusing on answering the questions.  So that was really weird.  One of the ladies involved came to the talk the next night and she told everyone how it had been with this ‘Eye’ thing and what the effect had been on both her friend and herself.

People are responding to me both in my own right but also because of the way he speaks about me with such obvious love and devotion and so many are coming up to me to ask if they can hug me and to thank me for getting him to this space where he can pass on this most important message.  These exchanges are really lovely.

So far all the reaction to him has been very positive but there was a strange man at the Mufon talk in Austin. He is also an Experiencer,  whose background is military. He wanted to question as soon as Steve started up so Steve asked him to wait with Q's until the end.  Immediately he finished the man came in with …. ‘are you keeping the proof of all this?’ and in fact of course Steve and I did used to keep the proof, the photos the pictures of the craft etc.  But Steve said ‘no’... the man came back with ‘you have to ... you have to keep the statements of the witnesses, the police reports the pictures... the legal forms’... Steve kept replying every time... “Why... to what end?’.... over and over again.  The man kept saying the same thing and Steve kept the same reply.  In the end this man said... ‘So that we can prove it!!’...  to which Steve quietly replied... ‘I don't have to prove myself to anyone.  I'm standing here telling you my story and what it means to all of us, and you being out there listening to me is the only proof I need’  

I asked the man if having paper proof or legal documents from our governments has ever been proof that they are telling us the truth, as absolutely everything can be forged, but he ignored my question.

He did come up for a book and said to Steve 'No-one disses my people ' meaning that the Greys were ‘His People,’ because Steve had hinted that the Rhode Island Greys were not nice. So this aspect has left Steve a little disturbed, but he handled it so well, I do believe that he will not be phased by any question which is put his way because he has no problem with saying… “I don’t know?’….

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Tour Diary – 20 – Blankets/pillows and food…in the cinema and a fellow contactee serves us dinner…

The two-step session coming to its end we thought we would just be taken home but Tom had one last treat up his sleeve.  He took us to probably the most impressive Hotel Foyer I have ever seen – (excluding the Bellagio in Las Vegas whose Foyer consists of a ceiling of glass flower petals…)

This hotel can best be described by its own Publicity…..and it claims to have a number of ghosts ‘living’ on the premises.

‘The Driskill Hotel. Built in 1886 as the showplace of a cattle baron, The Driskill remains a landmark of legendary Texas hospitality. Located on Sixth Street in the heart of downtown Austin, the luxurious, historic hotel is convenient to all that the city has to offer. Restored to its original opulence, The Driskill sets the standard for elegance in Austin, Texas. From the magnificent columned lobby with its marble floors and stained-glass dome to the classic décor of the 189 guestrooms and suites, As a member of The Historic Hotels of America, The Driskill is among the world's finest hotels, offering an unforgettable level of luxury and service.’


Our final treat for this night was an amazing glass of Cognac sitting in this dream of a hotel…  What a special day it had all been.  I just wished I could have spent a lot longer looking at the amazing architecture of this hotel and trying to experience the ghosts for myself.

The next day was to be almost as surprising and good as the first with a variety, which made my head spin.  The start of the day was to go catch a film “Source Code” at the best movie theatre we had ever been to in our lives (and we have been to a few really cute, luxurious and quirky ones).  This however was the most opulent and perfect experience.  Each seat was like a Lazy Boy recliner which literally went right back into a lying position.  I sat in a row of just three with Candace next to me and Steve to my left.  A waiter came to take our order… I kid you not!! And our drinks came up to be placed on our own individual tables in front of us.  Once the film was underway our food was bought to us and I had the best Caesar salad I have ever had in my life.  We were also given a blanket and a pillow.  The blanket was very useful for Candace who is such a sensitive and gentle soul that during the adverts for other films, which started to show some violent scenes I looked round to see she had the blanket over her head!  I had to tell her when it was O.K. to look again.  She does not watch TV and never looks at anything of a violent nature… How sweet is that!!  The film was brilliant and dealt with the concept of time travel so it fitted in with our Metaphysical theme and we had some good conversations about it on the way back to our hotel.  We took a short nap and then met up for dinner at a really lovely restaurant and we got a chance to meet up with one of the most delightful young people – Tom and Candace’s daughter.  It is always such a treat to meet a sensible, sensitive and intelligent young person who actually likes to be with older people.  We had a great time talking Metaphysics and the evening continued with us watching the ‘Weird” people of Austin walking past.  I like to think that they are exotic and innovative rather than weird but they are very proud of that description and it is on all the T shirts, hats and anything else which will take a label!  We walked along the street with all the quirky shops and then we stopped finally for an ice cream at the most famous ice cream stand.  You couldn’t pick a better finale for a day for Steve than a pot of ice cream….

Tom pointed out all the architecture to us, as I had told him I love architecture and thus I was able to come across what now has to be another one of my most favourite buildings.  (My hope is that when you read this diary and I name these things you might take a look at them through google) 

This one is called the ‘Iceberg’ building and it now ranks third for me after the Chrysler Building and the Flatiron Building in NYC.

Like those buildings, at night, it is so well lit and it has the most peculiar jagged edge to it’s top which gives it its name.

Us three Dolores Therapists then had an opportunity to work with each other with a client in the morning, which was extremely interesting a great learning opportunity for me to work with two such experienced DC members. Then onto another wonderfully well-chosen restaurant and the evenings talk for Steve at the “House of Light”

However, in the restaurant a most interesting episode occurred, which shows how the synchronicity of the work that Steve and all of us around the table, are trying to do… is working in the real world.

The restaurant was a delightful Mexican affair, with wonderful art work as usual, and the most exotic décor, including a parrot in a cage, which unfortunately was giving off a very sad energy, I think we all felt that he really didn’t want to be there. Neither Steve nor I could raise a peep out of him and all animals respond to us usually…

Our waiter came to our table and as always with the impeccable service you get in the catering industry in the US he introduced himself as Tyson and asked what he could get us.  By this time our dear friend Toni had taken it upon herself to be an incredible PR Guru for Steve and if anyone stopped still for a second she would accost them with a notice to be aware of the fact that they were in the presence of a ‘Celebrity’ and English Author no less!!  Tyson was suitably impressed whilst Steve did a slow slide under the table.  Tyson asked what the book was about and Steve initially does not say ET contact.  Mainly because many people don’t know how to react to that statement, so he just says it is about the evolution of Human consciousness.  To which Tyson showed great interest.  Toni then added that it was about ET contact and Tyson literally did a double take and confessed it is a subject that is very dear to his heart as a researcher and maker of the Zeitgeist movies.  I congratulated him on how brilliant they are and said how exciting it was that they have completed a third movie.  So he was saying Wow this is brilliant and as he was such a lovely person to be chatting with, Candace slipped out and bought in a book for us to give to him and for Steve to sign.  He then quietly came up to Steve half way through the meal and said…

‘You know how important all this synchronicity is, for all of us trying to do this work.  You have come in here; you have very kindly given me this book, which I just know is going to be so important.  I have been out there in the service area telling everyone about what is happening here and they are all thrilled and I am so honoured to be able to now be a part of what you are all doing as I feel the connection and the love between us all.  The ET’s that come to take me are the Mantis ET’s do you know of them?’

Well, I think you could have knocked me down with a feather – as the saying goes, I understood that through his filming work and directing of the movies he had done enormous amounts of research, but somehow life had maneuvered us all to have gone to that restaurant, chosen him and actually spoken about why we were all there, which we didn’t need to have done, after all he was the waiter for our table not a new acquaintance.   He gave Steve a huge hug and said he would be in touch as soon as he had read the book and as we are now doing, we asked that he passed it on to someone else and this he promised to do.  I really look forward to hearing from him.  He will be going to London soon to do a bit of traveling and also to earn a bit of money doing another of his talented side shoots which is as a street performer doing body popping… my favourite form of break-dancing…. What a wonderful interlude for all concerned…

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Tour Diary  - 18 - – 21.4.11 – The Grassy knoll – a sea cow – and onwards to Austin….

Well I have to say having now stood at the  window of the Book Auditorium and also on the grassy knoll I don’t believe that either Lee Harvey Oswald or the mysterious people on the grassy knoll were responsible for the shots which killed JFK.

The shot from the window was just impossible.  The car was moving, there were 6 people in the car and only a small portion of their bodies were presented as the targets.

The Warren commission wants the public to believe that Oswald – reportedly a mediocre shot – got off 4 rounds in very fast succession and 2 of these bullets killed JFK and seriously injured the Governor sitting in front of Kennedy.

For my trying to picture it… if you imagine a clock face.  The Kennedy car is in the middle facing 6 o’clock.  This bullet which came in from 10 o’clock somehow went straight through Kennedy in a direct line from 12 o’clock to 6 o’clock then passed through the governor richoeting as it went and causing terrible damage.  If this bullet had come from the window it would have to have either passed through JFK and into the floor of the car or through him into Jackie.  That’s the angle.  Said bullet just arrived on the stretcher of the governor at the hospital having somehow continued its journey outwards and just popped out onto the stretcher.  It was pristing with not a mark on it, or any damage to it.  However, the bullet, which went into JFKs brain looked like a chewed up toffee.  If someone showed you the picture and asked you what it was you would never say a bullet.  This bullet also hit at completely the wrong angle, but also if the shooter was on the grassy knoll the trajectory of his bullet would have passed from 9 o’clock to 3 0’clock and could not possibly have hit at the angle which killed him.  This to me only makes sense if the shooter was directly behind JFK, firing from a standing point at 12 0’clock.  To think they presented these facts and expected sane people to believe the statements is I feel, really insulting.

It was a very sobering few hours in the museum and both Steve and I wondered what he would have been able to achieve if his life was not cut short.

WE also managed to fit in the Dallas Aquarium and Art Museum.

I hate to see animals in captivity, but feel it is a sacrifice on their parts so that we can all see them live and get to really care about whether they survive in the wild or not.  Without seeing the captive Orka in Brighton Marina over 35 years ago, I don’t think I would have become the campaigner I am to save dolphins and Whales.  It so moved me, that I was crying for days.  As he swum one stroke he was at the other side of the pool.  It was so criminal and thank goodness campaigners got him freed….

However, there was a family of massive Sea Cows in a very tiny enclosure and the biggest – about the size of a huge bull, not cow – had swum right up into the corner of the glass cage.  I was not sure how it could turn round and get out.  Steve stood eyeball to eyeball with his hand on the glass and our obvious sense was of the creature saying… “get me out of here!”  Of course this is just anthropomorphizing animals thoughts… it might just as well have been saying ‘What have you done with your hair!’  but it was a very sad and very moving moment.

We loved Dallas and had a good time just walking, which is our favourite thing to do in a big city.  We were also in a beautiful hotel as a treat and were in the pool – outside – when a big storm came on again with lots of lightning.  We were advised to get out of the pool as it is dangerous, but it was quite splendid swimming about with the sky black and lightning strikes.  We sensibly got out though.

Talking points – get  a shirt not a  dog!!

We have always known that if you have a dog and are out for a walk people will talk to you.  But the same is true if you wear the gorgeous flamboyant shirts, which Steve favours.

Most were bought yearly on our trips to NYC staying in The Village’ and Steve wears them so well.  They usually have a motif of some sort.. one is of Elvis’s face, another guitars but the one that evokes the most comment is one which his sister bought him  covered in what looks like childish drawings.

We were in a Bar in Chichester once and the barman said “Love your Mambo shirt man!’  Steve replied ‘What’s a Mambo shirt?’  The Barman replied it was the shirt Steve had on.  Steve asked how he knew the designer and the Barman said “if you turn around it will be down the back of the shirt”  Sure enough in big red letters, it says  “Mambo”

This shirt seems though, to either attract the attention of either young men aged about 30 old or… old ladies over 75.  So yet another one accosted him yesterday and said…

“O.M.G!  I just looooove your shirt.  I saw you in Starbucks and I wanted to approach you then and now here you are in the Art Museum so I just have to ask… who is the designer?’  Of course we are now prepared and so we just turn Steve around and point out the big name on the back.

She went on, as all the old ladies do who accost him in this shirt, to say that they have never seen such a gorgeous shirt and what an amazing design etc..

Now the thing is.. this usually happens when I am not  standing next to him, so I have to wonder is this just a ploy on their part to talk to my gorgeously attired hubbie. 

The best one though was a shirt, which because of  a particular incident, Steve will no longer wear out.  It is a shirt, which is covered in very naughtily nude cartoon ladies in seductive poses.  We were on the subway in NYC and a really old black lady suddenly realized what the pictures were on Steve’s shirt.  She immediately went into a religious rant about debauchery and the devil and such like but then proceeded to follow us off the train with her nose about an inch away from the pictures as if she couldn’t get enough of the images to look at so that she could rant and rave about them.  It wasn’t until we broke into a trot that we finally managed to shake her off!!

Steve will only wear this shirt now indoors where he hopes he will not encounter any religious zealots!

So if you want to strike up a conversation with strangers – get a snazzy shirt.

Tour Diary 19

Tour Diary – 19 - Sunday in San Antonio – Learning the Two-step and choosing a hat…

I think it is proving difficult for us to conceive of things getting any better, but firstly we felt we had found our spiritual and artistic home in Eureka Springs and then we were shown the extraordinary quirkiness of Austin and fell in love with that too – It’s motto is ‘Keep Austin Weird’ and I just love that energy.. but now here we are in San Antonio having just returned from a walk along the river, which is renowned and have fallen in love again.  It’s a conglomeration of Venice, San Tropez, and the Embankment in London.  Wonderful…

So going backwards we have been so incredibly busy for the past week since we got into Austin that there literally has been no time to take a breath or write a word or three.

Wednesday 20.4.11

We had arranged to meet up again with Candace and her lovely husband Tom along with another Forum member Toni in Austin.  We had had such a lovely time together in Rogers at the end of the Dolores Advanced class that we wanted to try to spend more time together.

I don’t think I have ever experienced such spontaneous generosity and care and attention to detail  for our well-being…. as was exhibited by these 3 amazing people.  There was nothing they wouldn’t do more for us.

Tom had asked us what we liked to do and then worked out an incredible itinerary, which took in dancing, cinema, restaurants and food, food, food.  It also included a guided tour of Austin taking in any relevant points of interest. 

In between all this we were together constantly for the most diverse and mind-blowing conversations on all subjects to do with the Metaphysical and our Past life regression work, including an opportunity for us three girl Therapists to work with a client in tandem.  That was a huge learning experience for us all and was wonderful to be able to see how these focused, intuitive Regressionists work.

They all came to Steve’s talk which had been organized by Candace, at the home of a friend of hers and that was so successful that Steve was talking for nearly 4 hours.  Nearly 2 hours of the book talk and then a really intense free-fall of questions and answers, which took in practically every subject he and I are trained in and diverted away from the ET situation into Metaphysics and the past history of life on the planet and also Healing Modalities.  I think if there were not time constraints both the people left and Steve would still be talking now!

People so enjoyed that talk that they turned up again the next day for the Mufon Chapter talk, including Candace, Tom, Toni and also Toni’s partner who had by then joined us.  When people are coming to hear Steve talk twice, he feels a need to offer a completely different presentation.  This involves him in re-shuffling his notes and can take quite a time.  However, he had his presentation all set up and then was ‘woken’ at 3 a.m. the night before and ‘told’ that he had to do an entirely new presentation.  This proves to me that the E.T’s have no concept about time!

Poor thing .. but he managed to get it all done and presented much more information about who they are and what they are like, which was what they wanted him to be saying now.

On our first night in the lovely town of Ausin, Tom had arranged for us to go for a early evening drink of Margaritas cocktails and an opportunity to have guacamole made for us at our table, which was all wonderful.  Every venue that Tom chose was done with precise attention to detail to give us the very best overview of the cuisine on offer in this intensely cosmopolitan city.  On our own we would never have experienced even 1% of what this city has to offer.

We were then taken to a store on route to our next big adventure.  The big adventure was to go to the very famous ,Oldest Two Step dance hall in Texas… called the Broken Spoke, but to totally get us in the right mood to do the Two-Step/Line Dancing, Tom insisted that we have a hat. No Texan will Two-Step without his hat and I believe that as they are so big it has something to do with helping you balance your head so that your feet stay firmly on the floor..  Either that or if you are particularly bad at two-step you can pull it down over your eyes and no-one knows who you are.  I got the impression however, that there is an enormous sense of pride in being able to do this form of dancing well, as so many of the men danced and completely ignored the woman in their arms because they were purveying all the women sitting on the side-lines and the men were sending out the energy of ‘Look at me, don’t YOU just wish it was you here in my arms’

The hat store was so big!! It was a bit daunting trying to make a decision.  Luckily he did not want us to necessarily have boots to match as there were literally hundreds and hundreds of pairs in the store and they were all so beautiful it would have been so difficult to choose.  Some boots, we were told, take over 18 months to get made.  The craftsmanship was awesome.  The creative designs on the boots just breath-taking..  So many wonderfully creative people here in this country.

We chose our hats then made our way to the dance hall.  It was like a mini museum as over the years so many famous people have come and had their pictures taken with the owner, including many high profile film stars like Clint Eastward and many musicians famous in their own right… Dolly Parton.. Willy Nelson… etc….

Our evening started with a dance lesson and I would have to say that when you see Thelma and Louise do it…. well, all I can say is that they must have been doing it from infancy.

I think the problem with Steve and I is that we both have a very unique way of dancing which involves hip wriggling and not a lot of footwork, this was a completely different focus in that feet are everything and they slide along the floor in a very definite – not to be messed with – beat.  Steve kept begging to throw in the wriggle and ‘do it his way’ but I was having none of it as I wanted to do Tom proud and so I kept counting him down… One.. two …three together… four together…. Repeat….

We finally got some semblance of order into our  sliding around the floor and began to be pleased with our progress when the dance teacher threw in a curved ball and announced that was just the basic step and now for the next move…

What!!!!  We thought we were doing so well and now she wanted us to do some additional moves and therefore thinking and even worse counting!!

Well we managed that and breathed a sigh of relief although I was well aware that Steve was still throwing in the odd wriggle or two to try to jinx my counting… and to entice me….but I held out…. And then she wanted us to do a turn.

A turn!!  … it was all I could do to keep my husband on the floor but we kept on trying and ultimately I think we managed really well.  However, I wasn’t going to let on that my long years of jiving with my school friends in my aberrant teen years had finally proved to have been a worthwhile occupation because I could twirl even though my hubbie looked like he was trying to hang onto a wriggling fish!!

I was so grateful that it wasn’t being recorded even though I knew that Candace had snapped a picture or two of us when… aaaarrrrgggghhh she sent us through a mini clip of us doing the Two-Step.  Somehow they had managed to move around the floor, (this being new to them too), and at the same time film us dancing…

I bet they can both tap their heads whilst rubbing their tummies too.

So it was a fun filled evening and I can still do the steps although as Steve has gone back to his sexy wriggle, I have dance by myself as I slide counting up the room…One.. two…three… together…four… together….

The next day Toms treat was to take us to the best movie theatre we have ever been to in our lives…

To be continued….

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Tour diary 17  Sunday 18.4.11 – Bare bums – Mountain men and trees, trees, trees…..

I hear a storm is heading for North Carolina.  We shall be there in June.  When we were in South Carolina last time we caught the tail end of a hurricane, which was also very exciting like the storm we had a few nights ago as it was so extreme, but now we hear that 14 people were killed, mainly by falling trees on their flimsy mobile homes or cabins! And so it is not exciting but very sobering…

How much longer everything takes to drive that what the little lines on a map would have you believe!

We made the journey from Fayetteville to Paris and it took the entire day.

Steve, as always, wants to go the quickest route, which he believes are the straight large motorways and this is what he programmes into Sat Nav.  I’m here to see as much of beautiful America as I can, which is not seen from a motorway.  So there was a heated discussion where Sat Nav won for the first 50 miles which saw us heading directly west to pick up said biggest motorway and THEN heading south, so already half an hour was lost just getting on to the motorway.  Now that men, and apologies to any man reading this, have their new toy of automatic/voice/guided/routemaster, they have abnegated any interest in looking at a map.  I absolutely love looking at maps and as I am very common-sensical I can tell straight away that if you need to head directly down south it is not sensible to do that via going back west to Oklahoma.  The thing I had to convince Steve of, is.. that even the slowest, worst road in America is superior to the M25 in England both for road surface, speed of route and lack of cars getting in your way and hindering you.  Americans also seem to drive with such care, slowly and appear to have passed their driving tests, so you do not encounter continual accidents and hold ups.  Therefore any road we were on was going to be fast.  We don’t want to go over 60 or 70m.p.h anyway.  In the end he agreed to go through the OUCHITA Mountains as I thought it would be really scenic.  It was.  It surpassed anything I was hoping for.

On the map it is a little band of mountains with white caps and takes up about one inch by half an inch on the page. 

In reality it is 3 hours of pristine forest, hardly another soul on the road and such incredible shades of every kind of green.  We have been so lucky to have started our journey at this time of the year.  When we arrived in the snow in NYC all the trees were completely bare, everywhere… and in Aztec there is little foliage anyway.  But as we got to the Ozark region all the trees started to blossom and bloom and as always in spring growth that is the most exquisite lime green colour added to whatever colours the blossoms are.  On a daily basis there the trees were filling in and so every day to me walking out and about, is a total delight. By yesterday through the forest, almost every tree was in its full foliage but still such vibrant lime greens and just slightly darker hues.  Within a few weeks now all that will deeper to the usual summer emerald green colours, which I feel are nowhere near as interesting as the daily changing hues of spring and even better.. autumn.

The roads were clear ahead, like going through the Nevada desert and so did not cause much hassle for Steve to drive, especially now that we have finally worked out how to use the cruise control.  Steve loved it.  He said if he could eventually work out how to make it go whilst he closed his eyes for a nap at the same time, it would be perfect.  Automatic, ..cruise control, …what is there to drive?

We stopped off for a bite to eat and to stretch our legs half way and ended up in the Vegan restaurants with the big yellow M on the outside.  They can be seen for miles and are in every single city in every country in the world.  Most people don’t know they do vegan food, as they think that the insides of a big Mac are made with meat.  But for my vegetarian husband who only eats organic, these places are a god send.  Somehow this amazing Guru picks up the said Big Mac and convinces himself (but as yet, never me) that this meat is entirely Vegan.  He can also do it with a Nathans hot dog, swearing no meat is made in the production… which we all can agree on ….and sometimes even with a doner kebab.  Who knows what substance goes into those.. Yukkk!!!

If I can only get him to be able to transmute base metals in the same way into gold, our problems will be over.

We had finished our meal when the door opened and two mountain men came in.  Steve’s eyes nearly popped out of his head and as always he says… ‘Don’t look now but…” To which I immediately turn around and as he says.. Stare!!

There were two men dressed entirely in skins of animals with the most flamboyant hats with exotic feathers in the bands.  My eyes must have lit up as Steve immediately said ‘Let’s go quickly and pleeeeeeease don’t start up a conversation with them’.  I think he said this because they were both sporting the biggest Bowie knives (Jim not David) tucked into their back pockets.  The trousers were obviously one whole side of a dead cow skinned, and then just stitched straight up leaving about 10inches  of flapping – uneven – excess skins either side.  These I think are called ‘Chaps’.  Then the shoes were just another skin, thankfully of a much smaller animal so there wasn’t so much excess, and just roughly stitched around in a foot shape.  ZZTop facial hair and a definite lack of any sign of having been near washing water for quite a while.  I smiled and they smiled back at me as Steve had me gripped by the arm and out the door before you could say Jack Robinson.  But there to my delight was another one just getting out of his car.  However, here… even I baulked.  Still dressed in the same ‘Chaps’ he leaned into his car to get something out.  Now, I have grown up in love with Daniel Day Lewis in The Last of the Mohicans and it is to this day my favourite film of all time. What woman could not go mushy at the sight of the famous hockey match with him and his brother where their lovely long thighs are exposed as they run and play.  Well, the lovely long thighs were exposed on this man yesterday, complete with a thong and bare bum but as he was quite overweight, the impression was not the same one at all, as we see up there on the big screen with Hawkeye and Unquos…aaahhh Unquos…. Sorry… distracted again…..

I suppose it might have been one of those incidents where they were at a re-enactment of an era somewhere and had just popped out for a bite to eat, but I want to believe that these 3 men do somehow still live in this way up in the woods somewhere.

The main thing the trip through this fabulous forest gave me was again, the awareness of how much land is not lived on and is in fact pristine.

I had spoken with one of the new friends we made the day before, on the so called problem of ‘vast overpopulation’ and whether ‘those faceless men who control us all’ really are trying to kill us off with Chemtrails, food pollution and atomic bomb testing to try to get the numbers of the populations down… I told him what Betty always said every year in class when someone would say… so sadly…”Betty what are we going to do about the overpopulation of the planet?”  She would always smile and say…”In your 6 times on this planet where you have nearly wiped yourself out, you had many more people living here than you do now.  The trouble with you all, is that you insist on all living around the same watering holes, which makes you believe there are too many of you.  Get out into your desserts and tap into the massive lakes of fresh water, which are underneath the sand dunes and make lovely new forests… Move on out into your huge tracts of forest lands and build yourselves little spreads and move on out of your cities.  Then you will see how much land is out there which you don’t use” 

Going through this tiny 1” by ½” area on the map showed me so clearly what she was talking about.  Vast, vast spaces with no-one around for miles…bliss…

Race,  my new friend and I were saying that if an ET landed here and had never been here before, depending on where he landed he could well believe this planet to be unpopulated.  Imagine landing in the middle of a vast ocean, he would not be aware of land anywhere.  In the middle of Antarctica, he would not have an awareness of sea or land and in the middle of the Sahara, no sign of sea, vegetation or people!  In the middle of the Amazonian rain forests, lots of different animals, but no sign of humans.  All these wonderful places would give an impression that would not match up with landing in the middle of Piccadilly Circus!!   Another interesting thing would be if he was asked to describe what the indigenous people looked like.  He could be looking at a beautiful tall Nordic person or a tiny pygmy in Africa, an Aboriginal or a Japanese person or an incredibly thin Masai warrior next to me!!

How would he know which one was the basic earth human?  We are all so varied.. as are the types of lands and oceans we have.

We popped out last night to try to find somewhere for a snack or a drink, but I think we are coming to understand that if you book a hotel just off the motorways in these ‘Hotel parks’ where  all the Hotels seem to like to congregate.. they are very far away from the hearts of these little towns.  I’m hoping that is the case anyway, otherwise I have to accept that all these towns are looking the same.  Exactly the same bland food chains selling such plastic foods all looking the same shade of beige/orange no matter what it purports to be.  We have been so blessed to find one or two little treasures of places to eat well, and even organically but they are so few and far between.

On to Dallas.  Steve claims to have found a gem of a hotel, where I will have to get out my ‘glad rags’ and where he will not allow me to carry in all my plastic bags full of different things.  I have a system where each thing I need is in a different plastic bag but he hates it and wants only to walk in with a smart suitcase.  At least I have now finally persuaded him to put the few things we need into one small carry-in bag so that he doesn’t bring it all in every time.  So exhausting.  We are worried about the car though, as the windows were open again this morning.  How does the alarm not go off?!  Obviously because he wouldn’t buy me my rattle and headdress for the ‘making-the-car-safe’ ceremony each evening (where I go round and tap each window to make sure it is up), it’s not working!!  You have to have the right tools for the job.  The Gremlin has added another touch, which is to leave the boot open too, even though Steve is so careful to lock everything.  So…(whispers here again..) our suitcases might go off on their own for an exploration of life with someone else.

There is absolutely nothing in the manual, which says anything at all about the windows let alone why they would wind themselves down to half way once the car is locked.  Where do they get the electrical energy to do so, without a key in the ignition.  One of life’s great mysteries.

We caught an episode of the Borgias last night.  A family history, which I have always been so fascinated with, almost obsessed with… as a child. Betty took a look for me into my past life histories and indeed I was one of the Borgias.  I had such a sense whilst watching it of déjà vu, especially the manipulations of the women for the grandiose schemes of the men.  They were really just a commodity to exchange for power, control and more land.  I look forward to obtaining the series and maybe watching it all in one go.

Tour Diary 16

Tour Diary 16.  16.4.11 – Curtains in the loo, I kid you not!

I so passionately love the quirkiness of the American people but today’s adventure bought me to see one of it’s most strange aspects.

Steve and I were on our way to his Fayetteville talk to a doubly combined Mufon talk at the library.  We thought we would go for a brunch meal before the talk and intuitively found a wonderful little or organic place, which is obviously so good… and we would have to say that it was… because there was  the Dalai Lama  on a poster on the door.  Steve read it properly though and it said that he was actually going to talk at the Library not just go in for a meal at this lovely place.

Anyway as always, I check out the loos… (it could be a proper new career move for me I am such an expert on loos in all nationalities!!) ... to my total delight I entered a fairly biggish room with the sink and drier on my left but straight ahead was a pair of full length curtains screening the toilet.  I stood dumbfounded for a bit and then pulled them aside and went into the toilet space and believe or not, without thinking... I pulled them to!!!

Why?   I was the only person in there, who was I hiding from?  When Steve pointed out how incongruous it was, - not that there was a pair of curtains in there, - but the fact that I actually pulled them shut we couldn’t stop laughing..

I know I am going to keep saying this.. but only in America…

The talk went well, the library was beautiful and had a great energy and the organizer Norm was so enthusiastic and kind and took us out with about a dozen other Mufon people after the talk for a meal.  Steve spoke for over 2 ½ hours and managed to change the presentation as many of these people were at the Ozark presentation and so he didn't want to repeat his information.  The talk of all these people is still very much about how there was a standing ovation for Steve at the Ozark conference… as so many people had been to the conference for years and had never seen that before.  I have made a few new friends/researchers and as always I am so amazed at how friendly – kind and supportive people are being.  I’m also so amazed at how willing they are to come up to Steve, potentially a complete stranger, and confide in him their own abduction stories, which they have never shared with anyone else.  I did a few mini clips of filming him but I had no sense at all of any energies on the stage with him.  Steve repeated the story of the ‘ET’ lady coming up to his desk and one of the new friends we made yesterday described her and said he was watching Steve’s table from a distance and saw her there.  When Steve spoke about the DNA part of his presentation a couple of people told Steve that they were suddenly aware of two people appearing in the front row, who were not there the minute before.  As soon as he stopped talking about the DNA they realized that they were no longer there. 

On a note of the 'strange energies' which take things and hide them from us..., they have stepped up a notch as twice now we have gone back to our locked car to find our windows wound down to half way.  Each time we have had expensive things in the car so we are very alarmed.  I have now been given the job of going round the car when we are leaving it and tapping on each one of the windows to make sure they are up and locked.  As if I need to add any more to my repertoire of 'Zany English Lady Abroad' than to have people witness me doing a window-knocking ceremony.  

I think I should be able to wave some kind of rattle at the same time, or at least wear a feathered headdress but Steve refuses to comply with this request.

Tomorrow we begin our long trek to Texas and to mark such an auspicious trip we are going to stop in … Paris…

This is to co-incide with the fact that the receptionist at this hotel last night welcomed us and said how lovely it was for us to have come all the way from France to stay here at his Hotel.  Steve told him very politely that we were from England but realized very quickly that the receptionist believed that the two countries were one and the same.  Steve left it at that.

So Paris Texas tomorrow, we are managing to include all sorts of film references in this trip….

Lots of love

Annie

Xx

Tour Diary 15

Tour diary 15.  Friday 15.4.11 – A kidnapped bat and a re-decoration of the sacred Blue Springs lake!

We have finally moved on from our lovely little honeymoon cabin up in the mountains.  We have experienced a UFO… loads of Orbs… wild turkeys and 2 very severe storms.  I have been able to stand on top of Keisha – Little Grandmothers crystals and get some sense of the energies there, which has been such  a wonderful treat for me.

I stood on the large stones which mark the spots of the buried crystals and as usual I expected something.. In this case I thought that the energies would be so powerful that I would feel this huge expansion of my self/consciousness.  I also expected to sense the Ley-Line energies coming on through the retreat as it is obvious from the lovely feel of the place that there are many here.  So there I am with my little face pointing up to the sky and thinking soon I am going to be able to feel what it is like to be …. Tall … and light… and free…

Instead I feel myself going round and round in a really tight uncomfortable circle and my body beginning to feel so heavy and dense  that I realized I was actually beginning to slump down to the ground loosing on the way my precious diminutive inches.  It wasn’t a comfortable feeling as I felt that I would be soon sucked into the ground.  So I stepped off and had a think.  I was surrounded by the most beautiful clear blue sky with pure air, by some wonderful trees and the prettiest little wild flowers opening up.. the famous Face book horse was watching me from across the fast flowing little brook.  Here were all the components of our lovely planet in one spot.  I realized that the energies were being drawn down… outside …of the planet to focus in …to the inside of the planet to facilitate healing through the crystal bed, which runs through Arkansas.

Ever one to get confirmation, I asked our lovely Host Marie who had arranged for our free stay in the cabin in return for Steve’s talks what she knew of the ceremony and it’s intent.  She confirmed what I picked up and said that most of the 200 people who came to be at the burial of the crystals eventually had to either sit down or lie down as the energy drawing them down overwhelmed them.

I just hope the compression hasn’t done any permanent damage to my height!!

The UFO

Steve had gone outside whilst I made supper and walked around talking to himself via the camera and as he did so I sensed that there was something out there, so I stayed put inside.

There are loads of tiny lights flashing but we knew they must be bugs and they were indeed very early Fireflies… So beautiful… so Steve was filming them and then a big white orb came into his viewfinder and did lots of tricks for him including zooming in and out of its own accord whilst Steve stayed put.  It then shot off so fast to the left that I let out that proverbial incredibly intelligent response which is… OH.. MY… GOD!!  (I’m not even religious, so why don’t I say.. OH.. MY.. Favourite pair of flip flops… or something equally as inane!!)

Anyway.. OMG was my response The next night trying to capture it again, but with me out there too, we have caught a lot of Orbs.  The thing is, with these is that around me they are almost classical Orbs although the next night they were pretty spectacular, but I knew that they were different around Steve’s head.  He appears to have attracted a halo of tiny little golden lights, which formed patterns and whizzed around him.

He also knows exactly where they are and just points the camera in the dark, …clicks and they appear.

So last night’s ones were very different.  For a start I ‘knew’ that they would be small and red and I don’t believe I have seen red dots/balls/orbs before.  But I played at asking them to do certain things.. for example I asked for Faces and until we can put the pics onto a large screen we won’t know if there are faces in there, but then one had such a lovely feel to it that I asked if it would sit in my hand.  Immediately Steve said….”OH.. My.. God!!”.. (See, he lacks as much eloquence as me..)  “there is a huge orb sitting in your left hand”  This one is soooooo bright and vivid and is a lime green colour – again not a colour I have seen in orbs before.

This little display was followed by the most magnificent storm with again Sheet lightning not Fork lightning so the cabin went from day to night within seconds for hours!!  Some of the cracks of thunder had me ducking.. I know… sounds crazy but I think everyone would have done the same, the cabin literally shook.

The Caves

We only had time for one cave trip so we chose well and went to the Cosmic caves.  I love caves and we had it to ourselves because we are here out of season, so that is brilliant. However, when we arrived the lovely lady on the door, as always, chatted to us and asked us questions whilst a young dad talked to me with his two little girls running around.  After a few minutes though the receptionist who was a very old lady asked the man where his wife was and he then looked a bit sheepish.  She came out from behind the desk and  I thought she was upset because the little girls had taken items not paid for, but she went to the entrance which leads down to the caves and called out… ‘Mam you have to leave, I want you to get out of these premises’ We were so surprised as we didn’t know what was happening.  After a few minutes a young woman came up from the stairwell and the family left.  As the receptionist was so upset we spent a few minutes talking with her and asking her if she was alright as she was obviously upset.

What she said was that the woman had quizzed her extensively on the bats, which live in the cave and are a protected species.  (I think they are little Pipistrelle bats.. one of my favourites) Her questioning unnerved the receptionist and when the family came out from the caves the woman did not come out too.  Eventually she suspected that the woman was trying to capture one of the bats.  So when she went to the doorway and told her she would have to leave it was because the woman had climbed up and reached one of these tiny creatures and was stuffing it into a jumper and hiding it.

Well, what weirdness. 

The receptionist was so upset and we couldn’t make heads or tails of it.  Why would you want to kidnap a bat?  Would it have been to take home as a pet for your children, but as soon as you let it out of it’s cage it would have gone back to its cave.  Could it have been for some strange nefarious rite or ritual?

Anyway we tried to pacify the receptionist who was very upset and then as we went down into the caves we saw the poor little creature quivering on a ledge where the woman had dropped it.  So Steve and I spent a little time giving it healing and when we came back out of the cave it had re-joined it’s little friends’ back up on the ceiling!! 

Sometimes there are some mysterious things happening with no explanation.  All the family looked completely normal, but why would they want to kidnap a bat?

It reminded me of another bat story.. When my young brother lived in a house on his own in the country.  He became really disturbed by a man who appeared every night at sunset and just stood looking over into Kevins windows.. or so Kevin  thought. 

I said the best thing was to confront the man, as it was upsetting Kevin so..

So one night when the man had taken up his position on the opposite side of the road, looking across, Kevin went out and said  “Why are you watching me and my house, what do you want?”

The man was so apologetic and said that he knew that Kevin was a new tenant but he felt that he probably didn’t know that there were a colony of pipistrille bats which lived in the roof of the house he was in.  Bat lovers were mounting a vigil to make sure that the bats remained safe and that the new tenant was not making any moves to evict them.  Luckily Kevin did not have a horror of Bats and so he stood and watched at sunset as hundreds of bats swarmed out from under the eaves of his house!!  He said it was truly magical and he had absolutely no idea that they were living in his eaves.

Now if it had been Steve however… When we were on honeymoon in Bali we would go every night to the pavilion and watch the Balinese dance performance.  In Bali most of the buildings have open sides.  I popped into the loo and came out to find Steve distraught as bats had taken to swooping through from one side of the building to the other determined to take a pit stop in his hair.. (the little remaining hair he had then) I found it fascinating but he more or less got under the chair!!  He’s not so scared now as we saw some the other day and he knows they would only skid if they tried to land on  his bald pate now… although he still has some reservations about them hanging out in his beard!!

I’m not at all sure where our innate fear of these little critters comes from.. bats.. snakes.. and spiders… all lovely to look at and yet incite such fear.

And then there were the trout…

At Blue springs which is a wonderful natural wonder where there  is a natural spring pouring out 38 millions gallons of water into the trout lagoon.  It was one of the stop-over’s for the tragic Native Americans forced to walk the ‘Trail of Tears’ to their death.

We paid for a little batch of fish food, which I was holding and walked to the landing to feed the fish, which were gathering in huge anticipation under our galley.  I rested my lovely new.. shiney.. colourful… walking stick .. by the edge and it did a slow revolution turn and tipped over into the water.  Now I have the reactions of a cat and usually I would have caught it, but my brain somehow decided that if it was a case of dropping the fish food or catching my stick, it would opt for the fish food.  What a stupid decision as I was going to throw the fish food in anyway.!!  So poor fish.. waiting for food and getting bashed on the head with an exotic stick.  Said stick, settled on the bottom, fish regrouped and I took an ear bashing for letting the stick fall. (Why do the male species make us feel that we do these things on purpose)

I was very upset as it was my new holiday stick and I loved all the bright mauve flowers on it.  After a few minutes of haranguing me and then taking  movies of my sad face as I tried to work out how I could go in and get it back.. Steve said.. “I hated that stick it’s like and old ladies stick… now we can get you a genuine wood pole to use”

However, this pristine pool with crystal clear water now is sporting a statement/line/coloured/effect on one side which says.. “Her lies Annie Jones’s artistic rendering of Stick/Pool picture.”   It can be seen for all miles around but I hope no-one traces it to me.  Steve did say he would wade it but the water remains at a steady freezing cold temperature all year round and although I tried to bath my feet at the appropriate place to do so, after 2 minutes and them turning a lovely shade of my favourite cobalt blue, I didn’t think it would be a good idea for him to go in.

The fish meanwhile are still wondering where this strange object came from when they were expecting the usual small pellets of delicious food!!

So now we are making our way slowly down to Texas stopping on route for a talk tomorrow in Fayetteville.

Much love

Annie

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