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Zombie Romance

Zombie Romance

It’s not over, my lover,

We’re together, forever

Though you found another

She wasn’t so clever.

Zombie romance.

It’s dead but not over

You’re never alone,

When you’re last true lover

Is calling you home.

Haunting your soul

And filling your mind

Digging a hole

That you may not find.

Both of us dead

Still sleeping together

In the same bed;

We’re frozen forever

Zombie romance.

It’s dead but not over

You’re never alone,

When you’re last true lover

Is calling you home.

Haunting your soul

And filling your mind

Digging a hole

That you may not find.

Though you are still breathing

Dead love surrounds you

You’re thinking of leaving,

But my spell has bound you

Zombie romance.

It’s dead but not over

You’re never alone,

When you’re last true lover

Is calling you home.

Haunting your soul

And filling your mind

Digging a hole

That you may not find.

My place is your cell,

And you’ll always return

Between here and hell,

Cos you’ll never learn

Zombie romance.

We’re dead but not over

You’re never alone,

When you’re last true lover

Is calling you home.

Haunting your soul

And filling your mind

Digging a hole

That you may not find.

Posted at 03:54 AM | Permalink

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Mystic Polly floated into existence, she floated down the river on her lily pad, just like Thumbelina, past the frogs, past the green grass on either bank and gently into the arms of her mother. Mystic Polly is peaceful, surrounded by beauty and light well, that is, until night time comes. She is afraid of the dark, she is afraid of being left alone because at night that is when she sees the faces, all around her there are people who aren't really there, they talk to her, she can see them moving in the dark, they bother her and she is scared so please, please, leave the lights on! Thank you Dad!

Little Girl Scared of the Dark

Mystic Polly is all grown up now, that is if we ever truly grow. The body has grown and the mind has stretched out like a tree with branches and twigs going in all directions, who is to say if that is truly growth or just a mass of experiences? She has learned to be a person, to appear to fit in, to be what society wanted her to be and she fools most people into thinking that she is normal, except those that know her well. Mystic Polly's world is her attempt to be free, to stop being the stereotype that everyone wants to see. It's so easy to just sort people into convenient boxes so that we don't have to waste precious time puzzling over who they really are. We then become lost ourselves, we start to believe that we are the person who everyone thinks we are, we identify ourselves with that stereotype. Mystic Polly became aware that her friends think that she is too shy, too quiet and nobody knows what she is thinking. Sometimes, one needs to be quiet and let all the others birds sing, Mystic has her own melody that she will share with you in this blog.

Happy Days in the Sun, just like Milly Molly Mandy

Mystic Polly is a little girl, days of sunshine, having tea parties with her older brother, playing in the Tudor Style Wendy House guarded by her faithful poodle Robbie. Mum hangs the clothes on the line strewn across the back garden, Dad grows roses and cabbages and is proud of his work. Sunny days at Sunnyside in Worlebury close, naughty boy Andrew Perry from across the street playing cowboys and indians with brother Peter. Zena the exotic girl from next door eating her sweet cigarettes from the burnt end first! Baby sister Sally, who arrived one night with a bang! Peter and Polly both heard it, and Auntie Mary said that Sally had to be kept warm so Polly looks for her in the oven, where Mum keeps things warm but she wasn't there.

We loved to smoke our candy cigarettes!

A cold cold winter, Polly hates the cold. There is frost on the insides of the windows and she has chilblains on her blue feet. Mum can't even take the children out so she leaves them nextdoor with the neighbours so she can walk through the ice and snow to the shops. The milkman still comes every day, the egg lady comes on a Monday, the butcher and baker deliver too and groceries arrive in a box on Friday afternoon. Snuggling up with a water bottle at night or hugging the fire in the evening, it is never warm enough. Children take a bath once a week and every night Mum lines the kids up on chairs with a washing up bowl, soap and towel. Faces, hands, arms and legs are washed, sometimes the feet get a wash too! Mystic Polly hates washing, the water is cold, the soap gets in her eyes and she doesn't like sitting around in her vest and pants.

Toad as the Washer Woman

Night time and the light is left on, goodie! Dad reads "The Wind in the Willows" to Polly and Peter, they hear all about naughty Mr. Toad dressed as a washer woman. Polly tries to sleep looking at the images on the wallpaper and hugging Minnie Mouse her best friend! Minnie's plastic nose is so chewable. Sally is in the cot, Peter and Polly in the bunk beds, all three trying to sleep in one small room.

Auntie's come and visit, wearing lots of lipstick and face powder, they always want a kiss, yuk! Talking to Mum in their high pitched voices, drinking tea and eating biscuits. Both Gran's come to visit too, Gran and Granfer and Michael Gran and Grampee, with Uncle Mike too. Polly's eyes are burning, she looks at the tea leaves in the bottom of her cup, she stares at the two bars on the electirc fire. Mum says she is sick, she has measles and is sent to bed. Waking up in the night the wardrobe and the walls have moved in closer and a lady on a white horse is riding through the bedroom! Tonight the wardrobe is on fire, help! Sally is sick too, Mum and Dad have become monsters and they are attacking her, at least that is what she said, Polly just wants to get some sleep!

Ghostly Woman on a White Horse

Mystic Polly likes woodlice, she even found one in the house once and bit it in half, she felt the legs wiggling on her tongue. Since then Polly likes to look for woodlice in the birdbath, she picks them up to stop them from drowning. One day she walks in the garden with her Dad, and says, "I bet there is no water in the bird bath", Dad is upset; "Nice girls don't bet", he says and Mystic Polly listened and she doesn't gamble now.

Some little girls like bugs, Polly didn't like spiders or slugs but she really likes snails, not the big brown snails with the patterned shells but the yellow snails and the small cream colored snails. she get some leaves and collects snails in the back of her blue tricycle. There is a bin with a lid and she puts them all in there, the next day there is a mess, slime and snails all over, Mum is upset and Polly doesn't want to touch the slime so she doesn't do this again.

Girl Loves Snails

Dad has a blackbird that he feeds, he calls him Blackie, he goes right up to Dad but he will not pitch on his hand, he really likes cheddar cheese. Dad goes outside and calls to Blackie, "Hello Blackie" but Blackie never replies, he just greedily gobbles up the cheese and moves on.

Posted at 12:22 AM | Permalink

Mystic Journey on a Computer?

Life is a conundrum, feeling paradoxical is a way of life. We are so connected and wired and in touch with everyone and everything but somehow we are not connected with ourselves and each other except in a superficial way. We share funny stuff on facebook, we can learn about almost everything on the internet but somehow there is this loss of real connectivity with each other. We can call each other almost any time and anywhere, distances are shorter, the world is smaller. We keep in touch effortlessly with family and friends overseas but we are still lonely disconnected souls.

Quote

How can we become mystical and spiritual in this fast crazy amped up world? Is it important?

Florence Nightingale Quote

Can you believe that you can communicate with family and loved ones by thought alone? Can you believe that you may be able to know how they are feeling, sense when they are going to call you. Know ahead of time what they are going to say? Can you slow down and contemplate the direction of your life without constantly numbing yourself with loud music, television, youtube, games?

Slow Down!

It seems to be necessary to take stock sometimes, work out who you really are and what you would like to do, today and every day. The time is right because you are reading this now, get in touch with your inner self and do something about it.

Take some quiet time, meditate, reread your diaries from when you were a child, remind yourself of your childhood dreams, look at your old visionboard, you school yearbook and remind yourself who you are and what you set out to do. If you are following your dream or a new and better dream then that is wonderful, but if not, what are you going to do about it? Act now!

Follow your dreams

Take your inner mystic jourmey and remember who you are and connect with those you care about and link with the causes you are passionate about. A mystical journey may begin in the mists of time or the jumble of a distant memory but it can certainly come out into the light of creation if you will let it.

Mystical Journey Meditation

Posted at 12:17 AM | Permalink

Crazy dreams, daymares or messages from beyond?

The Nightmare

Well, here we are in 2015, not much changes on the inside, the outside of course is cracking and falling apart like a dilapidated building with a slippery foundation. Muscles are tight and the skin is loose, I should probably be stuccoed like my old house but that stuff cracks too in time.

Today is a lazy Sunday, too tired to do much except read and snooze but then I awake with a start, I think I hear a scream and someone is trying to scare me. I am alone in the house and I remember my dream vividly, perhaps it is a daymare? This is what happened, I was lying down, I think I was indoors and I got up quickly, as I arose I felt something fall from under my dress, it felt like a combination of straw and soil. I looked down and there were thousands of black ants crawling all over me, some were on my tee shirt that used to be white and some smudged all over my dress. I screamed really loud hoping that someone outside would hear me, my family was nearby, in the garden but no-one came. I look down again and see that all of the ants are dead but my clothes are smeared with their bodies. I feel sweaty and I can feel one ant that is still alive and it is crawling in my ear canal, I reach my finger into my ear to try and stop it from crawling into my brain, but my ear seems to be decayed and there are extra holes in it. My sister comes in from the garden and she does not seem to be concerned about the ants, I feel as if she cannot see me. I hear a scream in the doorway and wake up.

Screaming Woman

My question is, what does this mean?

a) nothing it is just a vivid dream

b) I am a zombie?

c) A dead person is sending me a message from the grave, they woke up in the grave and found they had been eaten by ants, the family was nearby but could not hear their screams because they came from a different vibration. The lady was horrified to discover that her ears were also eaten and nobody cared. The lady does not feel pain and had been dead for a while as the ants had time to build a nest and die.

d) This is a message dream; you have isolated yourself for so long that your family do not expect you to get in touch so they do not hear your screams. You have rotted away in the grave all alone, you do not even feel anything any more, you are getting old and decaying alone and no-one cares if you are suffering from old age.

Well that was fun!!

Please let me know if you would like me to interpret your dreams, it can't be all that bad.....

Posted at 11:08 PM | Permalink

Mystic Polly's World

Girl on Lily Pad Poster

Mystic Polly floated into existence, she floated down the river on her lily pad, just like Thumbelina, past the frogs, past the green grass on either bank and gently into the arms of her mother. Mystic Polly is peaceful, surrounded by beauty and light well, that is, until night time comes. She is afraid of the dark, she is afraid of being left alone because at night that is when she sees the faces, all around her there are people who aren't really there, they talk to her, she can see them moving in the dark, they bother her and she is scared so please, please, leave the lights on! Thank you Dad!

Little Girl Scared of the Dark

Mystic Polly is all grown up now, that is if we ever truly grow. The body has grown and the mind has stretched out like a tree with branches and twigs going in all directions, who is to say if that is truly growth or just a mass of experiences? She has learned to be a person, to appear to fit in, to be what society wanted her to be and she fools most people into thinking that she is normal, except those that know her well. Mystic Polly's world is her attempt to be free, to stop being the stereotype that everyone wants to see. It's so easy to just sort people into convenient boxes so that we don't have to waste precious time puzzling over who they really are. We then become lost ourselves, we start to believe that we are the person who everyone thinks we are, we identify ourselves with that stereotype. Mystic Polly became aware that her friends think that she is too shy, too quiet and nobody knows what she is thinking. Sometimes, one needs to be quiet and let all the others birds sing, Mystic has her own melody that she will share with you in this blog.

Happy Days in the Sun, just like Milly Molly Mandy

Mystic Polly is a little girl, days of sunshine, having tea parties with her older brother, playing in the Tudor Style Wendy House guarded by her faithful poodle Robbie. Mum hangs the clothes on the line strewn across the back garden, Dad grows roses and cabbages and is proud of his work. Sunny days at Sunnyside in Worlebury close, naughty boy Andrew Perry from across the street playing cowboys and indians with brother Peter. Zena the exotic girl from next door eating her sweet cigarettes from the burnt end first! Baby sister Sally, who arrived one night with a bang! Peter and Polly both heard it, and Auntie Mary said that Sally had to be kept warm so Polly looks for her in the oven, where Mum keeps things warm but she wasn't there.

We loved to smoke our candy cigarettes!

A cold cold winter, Polly hates the cold. There is frost on the insides of the windows and she has chilblains on her blue feet. Mum can't even take the children out so she leaves them nextdoor with the neighbours so she can walk through the ice and snow to the shops. The milkman still comes every day, the egg lady comes on a Monday, the butcher and baker deliver too and groceries arrive in a box on Friday afternoon. Snuggling up with a water bottle at night or hugging the fire in the evening, it is never warm enough. Children take a bath once a week and every night Mum lines the kids up on chairs with a washing up bowl, soap and towel. Faces, hands, arms and legs are washed, sometimes the feet get a wash too! Mystic Polly hates washing, the water is cold, the soap gets in her eyes and she doesn't like sitting around in her vest and pants.

Toad as the Washer Woman

Night time and the light is left on, goodie! Dad reads "The Wind in the Willows" to Polly and Peter, they hear all about naughty Mr. Toad dressed as a washer woman. Polly tries to sleep looking at the images on the wallpaper and hugging Minnie Mouse her best friend! Minnie's plastic nose is so chewable. Sally is in the cot, Peter and Polly in the bunk beds, all three trying to sleep in one small room.

Auntie's come and visit, wearing lots of lipstick and face powder, they always want a kiss, yuk! Talking to Mum in their high pitched voices, drinking tea and eating biscuits. Both Gran's come to visit too, Gran and Granfer and Michael Gran and Grampee, with Uncle Mike too. Polly's eyes are burning, she looks at the tea leaves in the bottom of her cup, she stares at the two bars on the electirc fire. Mum says she is sick, she has measles and is sent to bed. Waking up in the night the wardrobe and the walls have moved in closer and a lady on a white horse is riding through the bedroom! Tonight the wardrobe is on fire, help! Sally is sick too, Mum and Dad have become monsters and they are attacking her, at least that is what she said, Polly just wants to get some sleep!

Ghostly Woman on a White Horse

Mystic Polly likes woodlice, she even found one in the house once and bit it in half, she felt the legs wiggling on her tongue. Since then Polly likes to look for woodlice in the birdbath, she picks them up to stop them from drowning. One day she walks in the garden with her Dad, and says, "I bet there is no water in the bird bath", Dad is upset; "Nice girls don't bet", he says and Mystic Polly listened and she doesn't gamble now.

Some little girls like bugs, Polly didn't like spiders or slugs but she really likes snails, not the big brown snails with the patterned shells but the yellow snails and the small cream colored snails. she get some leaves and collects snails in the back of her blue tricycle. There is a bin with a lid and she puts them all in there, the next day there is a mess, slime and snails all over, Mum is upset and Polly doesn't want to touch the slime so she doesn't do this again.

Girl Loves Snails

Dad has a blackbird that he feeds, he calls him Blackie, he goes right up to Dad but he will not pitch on his hand, he really likes cheddar cheese. Dad goes outside and calls to Blackie, "Hello Blackie" but Blackie never replies, he just greedily gobbles up the cheese and moves on.

Posted at 12:02 AM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Mystic Journey on a computer?

Life is a conundrum, feeling paradoxical is a way of life. We are so connected and wired and in touch with everyone and everything but somehow we are not connected with ourselves and each other except in a superficial way. We share funny stuff on facebook, we can learn about almost everything on the internet but somehow there is this loss of real connectivity with each other. We can call each other almost any time and anywhere, distances are shorter, the world is smaller. We keep in touch effortlessly with family and friends overseas but we are still lonely disconnected souls.

Quote

How can we become mystical and spiritual in this fast crazy amped up world? Is it important?

Florence Nightingale Quote

Can you believe that you can communicate with family and loved ones by thought alone? Can you believe that you may be able to know how they are feeling, sense when they are going to call you. Know ahead of time what they are going to say? Can you slow down and contemplate the direction of your life without constantly numbing yourself with loud music, television, youtube, games?

Slow Down!

It seems to be necessary to take stock sometimes, work out who you really are and what you would like to do, today and every day. The time is right because you are reading this now, get in touch with your inner self and do something about it.

Take some quiet time, meditate, reread your diaries from when you were a child, remind yourself of your childhood dreams, look at your old visionboard, you school yearbook and remind yourself who you are and what you set out to do. If you are following your dream or a new and better dream then that is wonderful, but if not, what are you going to do about it? Act now!

Follow your dreams

Take your inner mystic jourmey and remember who you are and connect with those you care about and link with the causes you are passionate about. A mystical journey may begin in the mists of time or the jumble of a distant memory but it can certainly come out into the light of creation if you will let it.

Mystical Journey Meditation

Posted at 12:14 AM | Permalink | Comments (0)

My Hair is a Science Experiment!

A few years ago, I wrote a blog; Attack of the Xenoestrogens! it was about why we need to avoid parabens in cosmetics and beauty products because the parabens mimic estrogen in our bodies and cause all types of problems. I started to think about all the products that I use and what exactly is contained in them and recently I started experimenting with cutting certain products out of my life, it is a bit like going on a diet, trying to cut out harmful chemicals. Progestelle for balancing hormones.

I have been cutting some chemicals out of my life for about 7 weeks now and the results so far have been interesting. Firstly, I decided to cut out shampoo and conditioner, it sounds gross but I have only used a little shampoo once in the last 7 weeks. You might expect my hair to be nasty at this stage but in fact it is healthy looking and shiny! It took all 7 weeks to reach this stage, so if you try this at home, be patient results are slow!

Rationale: Have you ever noticed that the more you wash your hair, the more you need to wash it. If you wash it once every 5 days it is greasy on day 5, if you wash it every 3 days it is greasy on day 3. The reason for this is that shampoos use harsh chemicals and remove the natural oils from the hair, so the body works extra hard to create more oil to compensate and then you end up with more grease in your hair!

No Poo update from Faye

When I was a child a neighbor of mine was in her 80's and she had the most beautiful long thick hair, one day, my mother asked her how she managed to keep her hair so long. The lady told us that she only washed her hair once a year! I have never forgotten her, she was proof that this "no poo" stuff works! I think I always wanted to give this a try, I just wasn't brave enough before.

Method: I get my hairwet in the shower most days and blow dry it when I need to look presentable. I replaced shampoo with a mixture of baking soda and water, I use this about every 4 days at the moment. It was recommended that you mix water and baking soda and put it in a spray bottle, spritz hair in the shower and leave on for about 5 minutes. This method did not work for me, firstly the baking soda was too thick for the spray bottle and so would not come out. Secondly the baking soda and water separate so I was not sure how much soda was getting on my hair and thirdly the water was cold!

Recipes for "no poo"

I resolved these difficulties by sprinkling baking soda all over my hair before getting into the shower, adding some water and then letting it sit for a while. This method works much better for me.

Conditioning my hair, I resorted to apple cider vinegar mixed with 50% water and sprayed on hair before a final rinse. It has a bit of a pong but leaves the hair shiny and manageable. Braggs Apple Cider Vinegar

Results, after 7 weeks my hair looks great but it did take all that time. It is a good idea to tie hair up meanwhile if you are worried about your appearance! I also noticed that after I dyed my hair with Cassia Obovata my hair was not longer tangled. In the days of using shampoo it would take many minutes of patient combing and lots of hair pulled out to detangle my hair.

Recommendation: I would recommend trying this. I have no idea how things will work out in the long run but it is definitely a money saver and feels good to be doing something that feels somewhat healthy. Think too of all the plastic bottles you are saving from the landfill!

Posted at 09:48 PM | Permalink

Tags: Experiment with "no poo".

Body Hopping?

Baby Magic

My first memory ever, the first thing I remember is lying in my pram. I looked up and saw the sky and I also saw blankets. My feet were bound, I was uncomfortable and I couldn't really move. I cried, I was frustrated. It was as if I had hopped fully formed into the body of this baby.

Art of the Feminine

My mother had wrapped me in blankets to keep me snug, and she had put the cover over the top of the pram so I couldn't see much, I was in the driveway of my home in Worlebury Close, Weston-super-Mare, it was 1958 or maybe 1959. My mother put me outside so I could get some air.

Monks Hill, my second home!

Can you imagine waking up and being unable to move, wrapped so tightly with just a glimpse of sky to comfort you? I know it is unusual to remember this far back and to remember what I saw and how I felt, but it is the truth.

Classical Pram

I was thinking about this the other day and I question whether our personalities are already formed when we are born. I was not a baby; I was a person trapped in a swaddle of blankets in a pram! I know that my memory is the sensation of how I felt and that I added the words to explain what I saw, my emotions and my later knowledge of where my mother had left me in the pram. It is still an interesting idea. You could say that our souls come fully formed and we just inhabit our bodies for a while and this was the arrival of my awareness of place and time.

Einstein Baby

I used to think that I could remember before I was born, my father used to say that I was floating down the river on a lilypad but I think that I got that from Thumbelina, my first bedtime story.

Thumbelina

Thumbelina is at least a nice magical memory, better than swaddling!

Posted at 09:25 PM | Permalink

Tags: First memory in a pram.

Andrea Lauren - artist

As a parent it is always nice to have something really positive to say about your children; I could gush on for hours about how wonderful both of my daughters are but I don't want to bore you.

Here is some of the work that Andrea Lauren has been producing and selling on various websites. Andrea Lauren Here is one of her posters.

Title: “Lions and Tigers and Bears, Oh My!”
Medium: Digital Illustration
Size: 11 x 17 inches

She also sells fabrics and wallpapers.

Title: “Feathers and Arrows”
Style: Digital illustration

I have a growing library of original pattern designs. If you are interested in purchasing a design on high quality, American-made, and eco-friendly fabrics/wallpapers click “Buy Fabric” to visit my Spoonflower shop. For licensing, head to my contact form and I’ll look forward to speaking with you in more detail.

There are custom cards and portraits like this one:

Custom Couple Portrait: anthropomorphic animals, pets, and special little details. Available in a variety of options such as: wedding, couple, and family. I love creating personalized, one of a kind illustrations featuring your choice of animals, outfits, and quirky details.

There is a great collection of original illustrations too!

Title: “Narwhal’s Aquarelle”
Medium: Watercolor and gouache with digital manipulation
Size: 8.5 x 11 inches

Here is the print of the sandhill cranes that Andrea sent me for Mother's day. Thank you!

Title: “The Cranes”
Medium: Reductive Linocut
Size: 9”x12”
Ink: Water based inks
Paper: 100% cotton - 250 gsm

Visit Andrea's website at: Andrea Lauren

Posted at 06:06 PM | Permalink

Tags: Artwork and link to website Andrea Lauren

Thumbtack - a great way to promote small business services

Dream

I have been working as a life coach for several years and I also offer other services such as dream interpretation, writing rhymes and reading stories with my English accent! This is a highly competitive market with many people dreaming of working from home, of independence and of starting a web based business. Entry costs are low, a blog such as this one on typepad or a website on Word Press need not cost too much but how do you find customers?

There are courses on YouTube on SEO, Google Adwords and all sorts of cool technical stuff, but what if you are not interested in learning the technical stuff about internet marketing? Many people do not have the budget to employ a marketing expert on day one, and there may not be many days beyond day one if the business does not get any clients.

One way that I have found to promote my services that costs very little, is to use Thumbtack. Thumbtack sends leads to my phone and to my email, they let me know who wants a life coach or a dream interpreter and for a small fee I can bid on the job. If the potential client does not read my quote, my money is refunded. This is a great site; please check it out if you are looking to advertise your services:

Dream Interpreter" title="Dream Interpreter" target="_self">Dream Interpreter on Thumbtack

Sweet Dreams