Tour diary two.. The Aliens return abroad
Episode 3
The cowgirl drives a tractor and plaits the horses high Haiirrr!! and Verne gets laid
It’s just amazing how quickly the time is passing and how many other modalities I am adding to those of my Holistic Healthcare Practitioner skills.
Plaiting horses hair, driving a tractor, picking up the chicken eggs, removing paths and making a chicken house.. such highly called for skills in the world of the Healer and Metaphysician. My admiration for Candace is limitless now that I see how many other things she can do, as well as being such a wonderful Therapist. On the farm there is no job she won’t tackle and do well but also her photography, cooking and art skills are just amazing. Yesterday Elvis came into the garden.. (the real donkey Elvis, not the long dead but uber cool singer Elvis) As I had a carrot, he treated me with great fondness, laying his head on mine and nuzzling up to my chest. Candace captured the moment so well.
As I continued on with my self appointed task of removing the horrible white stone path in the garden, which Candace hated, I stupidly asked Tom if there was any soil anywhere on the farm (only 80 acres worth) – because I needed to fill up the holes I had created. Tom told me that indeed there was and I would need to drive the tractor to go pick it up. Yeah right!.. The only car I have ever been comfortable with driving, was my tiny original Fiat 500 which was brilliant for parking as you just picked it up and turned it with front bumper in, facing the kerb, so it could get in a parking space as wide as itself. I deal o.k. with our gorgeous PT cruiser as I am used to it, but still sometimes I am not sure of its length when parking or backing in. I do a lot of closing my eyes and silent prayers.
Not being one to show fear or extreme apprehension, I just lightly said.. “O.K.” and then proceeded to hide out in the house.
Tom however, called out for me to come and ride the tractor. Somehow he had driven it into the back garden through a 6-foot wide fence and there it was waiting for me. However, as far as I could see the tractor was at least 9 foot wide and it had a trailer on the back! Tom showed me the very simple instructions for driving and also instructions as to how we were going to pick up the soil once I had driven to the soil mountain. These instructions were hand signals, which to me looked just like the signals given by Francoise Truffaut to the beautiful E.T. in Close Encounters of the Third Kind. Of course this sent my brain off into a film reverie and I did not pay enough attention. I casually asked if he would put the tractor outside for me to get on but Tom just said “No you drive it out” Oh No!!!! I then asked Tom if he could take down the entire fence down first but he said “No, you can do it don’t worry” "Oh well, I told myself ..you can do this, don’t be such a wuss" As I approached the gateway it seemed almost certain that I would crash the fence so I made the decision to line up as best I could, go forward and hope to slide through the tiny space. Space – 6 foot… tractor 9 foot, at least.. not good. So, this task I determined would be carried out easier, if I closed my eyes. It works in my PT cruiser, ..so close my eyes I did. But I tuned my ears in sharper, for sounds of falling timber.
The tractor moved forwards and I heard Tom say “Let me climb up and show you where the dirt is” and when I opened them up I had cleared the gate. Yippee!! The fact that I hadn’t heard any horrendous splintering of the immaculate cedar fence was another clue! We chuntered on to the mountain of dirt pile and I had to drive at it and then stop and then using Toms hand signals I had to use the spoon-lift-thingy (technical farm terms) to impale the mountain of dirt at its base, turn the spoon inwards to secure the load and then lift it up in the air. What an achievement. Now to turn round- go back – through the tiny gate and do a 3-point turn in the garden to deposit the dirt where I needed it. Phewee!!
Well, not only did I make the journey 4 times but I had such a great time, on the last trip I had turned into Louis Hamilton or (Stirling Moss for the old guys) and although I didn’t turn round to look I’m sure Tom was having to hold on for dear life. I could have driven it all day. Steve meanwhile was rolling around on the floor with the dogs holding his sides at even the thought of me driving a tractor, but ultimately had to come out and film me as I made such a good job of it. I don’t want to know how to drive a combine harvester though.
My next task that day was to plait Mama Belles hair, which is so long it gets in her way. Candace bought her to the steps and I enticed her nearer to me with delectable carrot and apple. It sounds like an easy task to do 4 plaits but the hair is very coarse and long and at any time she could skitter off. I had to stand on the steps to be able to reach her and put on some heavier shoes in case she stepped on my toes. I did a passable job I think, she did not gallop off and she looked very pretty when I had finished. It just amazes me how many and how varied the tasks are to do on a Farm.
I felt by the end of the day I had earned my keep and vittles and my relaxation time with the critters in front of the wonderful log fire. I love being outdoors and working hard, Tom paid me a huge compliment when he said I would pass as a Farm girl any day… praise indeed.
Verne, bless him is still here on Parole. But although he did not crow too much whilst Tom and Steve were away as soon as Tom came back he let rip. So far we had not seen any amorous action with the girlies, although they have stopped boxing his ears and seem content to follow him around while he struts like Mick Jagger. I think he should be renamed MJ. Steve is convinced he is gay and that’s why the girls are not getting any afternoon delight, or morning or evening come to that. He bases that on his incredible plumage and strutting abilities and the fact that he backs off when the girlies say.. “Out of my way big boy, that centipede is mine” I really hope he can stay, he is so pretty and so … cocksure… excuse my pun.. and he makes a lovely addition to all the little girl chickens. Sometimes you can just have things around for adornment, not just to be useful surely? Candace has two older chickens that no longer lay and they are loved and just as well cared for as the ones who lay. One of them a lovely black and white feathered chicken called Sophie is so gorgeous and has plumage, which looks just like a lampshade over her head. I have no idea how she sees where she is going.. Along with Raven the dog who had the operation and who now has an actual lampshade over her head to stop her trying to reach her stitches, there is a lot of ‘lampshade’ headwear going on in this farm. Makes my cowboy two-step hat look pretty ordinary.
Anyway as Candace had her camera out to snap myself and Elvis and she also managed to capture the one single second when gay/parolee Verne did his splendid duty on an unsuspecting chicken. As he was strutting Candace thought to capture him in all his glory, but suddenly he was up and at ‘em. The chicken had no idea what was about to occur and from the way she shook her head and walked away I don’t think she had much idea about what had occurred afterwards either. If you had blinked you would have missed it. But they then shared a worm together and seemed to be in a very intimate huddle, much to the chagrin of Gertrude. Gertie is still boss as far as I can see. I would love to see him overcome her feisty attitude.
He is still crowing before the dawn even comes over the horizon, so unless they move the coop about a mile away each night, (which would really interest the coyote clan who still come to the house every night and serenade us all).. it does not look good for the little guy. I love him and hope he manages to win over Tom’s heart.
Building the new chicken house was quite a task too. My job here was to bang nails in. Tom asked me if I wanted to do the sawing on the gigantic circular saw and I gave it one go, but that really was beyond my remit as I was nervous about accidently destroying a good piece of wood. So nail banging proved to be my success story of the day. The finished product looked so good that it would make a nice little hobbit house for a small person such as myself. The two older chickens now have a new house and Verne might be put in with them at night to see if their lack of chicken hormones might keep him quiet.
We got to go out for the evening to attend a talk and ‘activation’ demonstration by Marcia who had conducted the evening in the Atira Moon circle for the full moon event. It was lovely to be out at night and also to be able to attend a spiritual event as I rarely get to anything like this nowadays. Marcia for 33 years went round the world building stone temples and circles in sacred places but then she suffered a brain aneurism. She had a Near Death Experience and she then had what she describes as the most incredible experience, where she met up with the energy source of all life throughout the universe (s).. She was told she could go back and continue to do her work and she agreed to this, but only if when she went back she was completely healed. Meanwhile her body was in a coma for 5 days with all the scans showing devastating damage in her brain. On the 5th day she woke up - to the shock of the doctors - who quickly did a new brain scan, which Marcia knew would show up as completely healed and it did. They of course could not make any sense out of this, as they knew she should have been brain damaged. She was able to leave the hospital and just continue with her energy work.
Her talk was very interesting and she made a couple of good points, which I loved. One was about someone she spoke with who kept saying (somewhat pompously, I thought) “I talk with God all the time” to which Marcia replied .. “Ah, but.. do you ever listen?” The other one was that we all create pictures based on our sense of reality. Then we argue with people that they have events wrong because they have created different pictures to ours in order to make their own sense of their reality.
Marcia said that she rarely gives images or information of anything she sees when she is doing energy work as this can lead to confusion and conflict as the other person might say that they did not actually see the same thing, but something different. As she so rightly says, all the information is relevant. We all have other pieces of the same jigsaw. It was a lovely night out. We have lots of treats still to come. Tom has promised us a night out under the stars complete with blankets and mattresses on the back of the truck.. sounds like great fun especially as we can use the I Pad to point at the stars and get to actually know what we are looking at. I just hope the coyotes don't want to come and take a look at us!
Lots of love
Annie
xx
This is Candace’s entry on her Blog.
Her Blog has been running for a while now and covers many different subjects which are dear to her heart, animals, Atira Moon and especially how to look after the land and food issues.
Steven Jones and his lovely wife Anne Ashley-Jones are in America once again in 2011 on Book Tour number 2.
Last night at the dinner table Steven was an invited guest on the Jerry Pippin Show Inceptionradio.com. Jerry had various ET Experiencers on his show including Travis Walton. Notably, most of the guests focused upon fear and negative perceptions. The message Steven is here to give is the complete and utter opposite!
Its been interesting having Steven here. We've done lots of farm things and just visiting and enjoying the animals and we also had a small dinner party last week where we spent some time in the Sacred Site Circle with a group of friends on the full moon.
Something very strange happened that evening and I have been gathering individual descriptions of a very odd and rather unworldly noise all but one of the attendees heard appear right inside the circle. I will write about that in my next blog article when time permits.
There have been other communications happening for Steven on other nights as well. I am waiting for him to process and share these when he is ready.
Steve is warming up to be the keynote speaker in the Paranormal Conference in Taos later on this month.
Pictures of me on the sawmill..
Candaces vision of the circle at Atira Moon
Marcias drawings of the temples and portals
And the gorgeous main man!! Tom... pretending not to notice the crazy tractor driver lady zooming up large!
Candaces vision of the circle at Atira Moon
Marcias drawings of the temples and portals
And the gorgeous main man!! Tom... pretending not to notice the crazy tractor driver lady zooming up large!
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