The Seven Dwarfs

22 11 2009

Friday 20th November 2009

It’s been a while since I had time to note my adventures with spirit here but today Michael and I had a day off together and I accompanied him to Warwickshire to a specialist shop where he buys supplies for his hobby, but waited in the car and treated myself to reading a magazine – something ‘normal’ for a change – but I’d only read a page when all the car locks went on with a ‘shunt’ (only a lot quieter than when we do it with the automatic key) .  I was at least a foot away from contact with any of the sides of the car and in any case knew it was an unseen visitor trying to attract my attention. 

His name was ‘Geoffrey from Cirencester’ and he had died of a heart attack whilst on a canal boating holiday….He was a bit peeved because he’d had to follow me from the Inn where we’d just had a scrumpscious meal and I’d helped seven souls whilst ‘sitting on the loo’ (very odd but the ideal time to tune in to them in peace)…At first reluctant to leave, the spokesperson (or spooksperson if you have a sense of humour like mine!) said ‘gor blimey, she can ‘ear what we’re sayin’!’ –  ‘What’s she on about?’ asked another as I explained I coudn’t be sitting here all day …”so if you’d like a lift home, say now.”  ‘We’re quite happy where we are now, thanks…’  (And who could blame them, as the Inn was right alongside the canal and beautiful countryside and there was a lot to entertain them when the place was full of life.) 

“Fine,” I said, pulling up my jeans and flushing the loo.  Then a ‘welcoming party’ appeared from the other side and the first of my visitors jumped to attention, suddenly realising the lock was open in his favour, allowing  his safe passage. “Ere, where’s ‘ee gone?” Errol asked, confused.  “Wait for us!  Come on you lot!” he called and a Lizzy, a ‘Disney’ (cart horse), Wilfred, Ethel, Maureen and Rose all followed Denny across the veil to their golden canal boat in the sky!  I washed my hands with a great sense of satisfaction!

Geoffrey was a bit annoyed because he had obviously missed the boat (he must have been elsewhere at the time and returned to find all his ghostly companions gone and the woman eating her delicious prawn and spinache risotto in the pub obviously held the key to the lock gate!)  He therefore followed us the couple of miles to the shop….”I was on the back seat…a wonder you didn’t see me,” he added as an aside.  Life (and ressurection to new life) is never dull and there’s no such thing as a ‘day off’ in my line of work (which I love!)

I offered them the chance to pass a message through as I typed this and they merely encouraged, ‘hi ho, hi ho, it’s off to work you go...!’, Could it be because it was Michael’s turn to drive so I had a catnap on the journey home, (Sleepy?) and was embarrassed because my jaw dropped open like it does when you put your head back on the rest (Bashful)  ‘Dozey’ would also fit, Dopey definitely – and come to think of it I was a bit disgruntled when awoken by the mobile bleeping a message (Grumpy!) …Was there no end to their genius?  I have also been a bit Sneezy lately (nipping a cold in the bud with echinacea and citricidal drops – the latter absolutely disgusting but so effective if you need a miracle cure!) and that only leaves Happy (most certainly!) and Doc – Had they saved the best until last, implying they had all Docked safely at their final mooring?.. And there were 7 of them…..Aah…then of course there was the name of their horse…   Ingenious!   Who says you can’t have a sense of fun when helping souls complete their journeys from one life to the next (helped by Seven helpful Dwarfs in this case)?

eva peron joins us for coffee

5 11 2009

Three of us like-minded ladies met for coffee at our local garden centre and were in full flow with happy banter when the theme tune from Evita suddenly entered my psche, completely irrelevant – it seemed – to what we had been discussing. “Don’t cry for me Argentina….” begged Evita… bringing tears of empathy to my eyeballs.   Thank heaven for toilet cubicles, as I said to the girls ‘I’ve got Eva Peron on the line – I’ll just pop out and help her…’ and pulled my chair back and toddled off to duties of another kind. 

I sat on the toilet seat lid whorling my dowser and tuning in to the tragic and waterlogged soul of Eva, whilst trying to block out the sound of a little one being taken to the toilet by his doting granny in the adjoining cubicle.  Such are the distractions of my work, but nevertheless the impression I gained from this desperate lady was that she was  buried alive beneath a tall dark tower, which loomed above her and contained very negative , masculine and suffocating energy, trapping her so that she was unable to speak her own voice.  There was so much emotion as she was pulled from her pit of darkness, shook her wet hair and rode the waves of love energy home again!

I returned to the girls, grinning with satisfaction that yet another soul had somehow woven her way into our powerful trio of   happiness and asked them if they knew anything about Eva Peron.  The only knowledge we could scrape up between us is that she was obviously from Argentina and that  Madonna has played her part in Evita…

Before checking Eva via the usual web I sat down at the next opportunity and invited her comments (As above, so below!)-

“Facism, extremism, sovereignty – all these accusations were thrown at me (by males) after my death!” she cried.  “I was buried in a deep chamber with no hope of ever seeing the light again.  Thank you dear sister and those who drew me to your likeness.   I am dripping wet with the struggle of humanity’s disdainful addresses towards feminine power and ideology.  I have come home!  I have set my place at God’s table, eaten the bread of my transgressions, taken off the sharp heels of my short life in which I deemed myself to be a saviour for the world of politics, darkness and debauchery of many kinds.  I have licked my wounds.  My soul has risen victoriously!…Open the door and let them have it!”  (…she encouraged me in my work!)

I set to on checking her out via the earthly web and found that she died at the tragically young age of 33 (1919-1952) from cancer (one of our trio had lost her sister from the same dreadful illness, also at a very tender age – could this be what attracted Eva to our triangle?)   I then found that Eva (real name Maria) – although the actress wife of Argentina’s President at the time  – was described as a ‘spiritual leader of the Nation of Argentina’ – Again, both myself and the third of us girls could be described as spiritual leaders in our own right,  holding regular spiritual development groups and the like…

After her body was preserved, fought over, obsessed over and hidden in bizarre places over many years she was finally ‘laid to rest’  in the Duarte vault in Recoleta Cemetery, Buenos aires. Is it relevant that this vault rests beneath layers of  steel and  and 7 metres of concrete? …”I was buried in a deep chamber with no hope of ever seeing the light again.”

There are many interesting websites explaining the tragic life and death of this suffrage who sought to close the gap between the rich and the poor and was worshipped by her country, but Eva’s own words resonated deeply with my own work and ethos – could this be why she joined us for coffee?

‘Even as a little girl I wanted to recite.  It was as though I wished to say something to others, something important which I felt in my deepest heart.” (La Razon de Mi Vida)


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