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“NOW, made with Genetically Modified Ingredients!”

October 16, 2012

Ever seen that on a food label? Of course you haven’t. The Big Food Corporations know we as humans intrinsically know better and would, if given a choice, avoid such foods. Demand that choice!

This is just a personal opinion, but I think God makes better seeds than GMO $cientists. Every day I drive past GMO soy and corn fields and it saddens me to the marrow of my bones. Most of these farmers feel they have no choice but to plant these altered crops.

Our food is sacred. Shouldn’t we honor the seed as a sacred gift from God?

When we stop buying GMOs, the market for them will fail and the farmers down the street will plant natural seeds.


A Heartfelt Request to Former Clients

October 7, 2012

When I hug my clients goodbye at the door, I tell them to feel free to keep in touch. I tell them I want to know how they are doing after the session. Nearly 100% of you say you will, indeed, continue to communicate.

A few of you actually do! You let me know that the healings have continued or deepened or manifested fully over time. Some of you are “still working on it” (And that’s okay, too.)

A great number of you came primarily for information, to help you make a decision, or to help you get on to your soul’s path. I want to know how you are doing as well.

Some of you have not been my own personal client but have been to Dolores Cannon herself for a session, or, to another one of her QHHT Practitioners. I want to hear from you too.

I want to hear from you if you had a fabulous session and an instantaneous healing or amazing revelation. I also want to hear from you if you had NO improvement or lasting healing, or had a disappointing experience in some way, and anything in between. Yes I really do.

We as QHHT Practitioners care about our clients and always are looking to improve. Maybe you can help us do just that. You can be anonymous or not, whatever you choose. I will respect your privacy of course.

For those of you who want to share, and who have had a session that in some way changed your life, would you consider emailing me and telling me about it? (  If you had an adventure, or learned something interesting about reality or yourself that was helpful in your life, I’d love to know more.

It is our goal to share some experiences with the public, and to gather some testimonials and maybe, if you are game and want to try it, perhaps interview you for our Quantum Healing Information YouTube Channel.  All you would need is a computer with a camera and Skype account.

There are people out there wondering if booking a QHHT Session might be worth the time and trouble. They are wondering if a session really could make a difference in their lives. I know QHHT changes lives, but this message is much more powerful when it comes from you rather than from me. Stuart Miles.

Please consider responding to this request, you might end up helping more people than you might imagine.

Thank you in advance for taking the time out to respond,

Blessings to you all.



Red Flag Warning

March 5, 2012

****The National Weather Service In Wichita Has Issued A Red Flag Warning For Extreme Grassland Fire Danger.****

A Red Flag Warning:  A Combination Of Strong Winds… Low Relative Humidity… And Warm Temperatures. This Will Create Explosive Fire Growth Potential.

 Any Fires That Develop Will Likely Spread Rapidly And Become Very Difficult To Control.

Kansas is a windy place. Especially out in the country. We get fire danger warnings a lot, they are not uncommon at all. But, its actually been raining lately, how likely would a fire be?

We headed into town Saturday to run some errands. Windy as it was, it wasn’t cold. I asked Tom to put our three dogs in the barn kennel. I didn’t want to be the only one to kennel them up in there and Tom hadn’t yet put them up in the barn himself. Mind you, our kennel is a three room affair; one room inside the barn, a whole 10×10 horse stall and also a outdoor run complete with beds, extra special yummy chew toys and an up close view of the horses and donkey to pass the time. A veritable canine daytime getaway. But given the choice, all of them would rather go for a ride in the truck rather with us than go to the barn kennel.

We left for lunch. Then we were going to run some errands.

Technology via a web camera allows us to keep an eye on our barn while we are away from the farm. Just after ordering some hot and sour soup I noticed pretty quickly, the dogs were not where they were supposed to be. “Tom, could you have neglected to latch the kennel door?” He considered that a moment and then allowed that was indeed possible. We quickly finished our meal and changed our plans. I would head to my parents’ home, take my mom grocery shopping and also borrow her car to finish the errands. Tom would drive the 30 miles home and make sure the dogs were safe and sound, and collect me later in the day.

Not exactly ideal. Every trip into town and back home is a bare minimum of 60 miles. Time and the cost of gas add up quickly. But our dogs are part of our family, and we simply don’t allow them to be outside unsupervised.

When Tom arrived home, he called to say all was well and the good dogs were waiting nicely at the house. I took my mom shopping, finished my own errands and much later in the day, at 4:30pm Tom arrived at my parents’ to collect me. We headed home.

Except I forgot one item. And we had to make one more stop and get it. Then, Tom took a very circuitous route home twisting and turning around dirt roads and plowed fields and the river, just for a change of pace I suppose. The wind was ever present during all of this, and getting stronger, whipping up the dirt road dust and blowing the clouds about. Finally we were on the last long straight leg of the road home. I watched the sky as we drove, the colors and shapes of the clouds were mesmerizing… when suddenly Tom asked, “Is that smoke up ahead?”

Um…no. No smoke.  I had been watching the clouds and sky closely. Visibility was excellent. There wasn’t thing like smoke anywhere at all to be seen. We drove on, we had about 8 or 9 miles to go.

(Why was Tom seeing smoke that was not there?)

We drove about 5 or 6 more miles and suddenly, we both actually did see smoke, but it was very white and faint and still  far away, and it was not very high in the sky, the wind was blowing too hard for it to get up over the tree line. What was up ahead was nothing any human eye could have possibly seen several miles back. It was too small and behind miles of roads and trees. Sure enough we could see fire now. There it was, a brand new, just born grass fire and it was marching purposefully towards two small houses near the road. At the moment, it was a baby fire, just a handful of minutes old, but it was spreading quickly.

Any Fires That Develop Will Likely Spread Rapidly And
Become Very Difficult To Control.

We saw no one around. Tom parked the truck along the road and got out to knock on doors while I called the fire department. The fire was getting closer to the houses as I talked to the dispatch person. “How close is the fire to the house?” The man on the other end of the line asked. I looked over to see Tom walk between the fire and the first house “No more than 50 feet.”

“We’re dispatching units from Augusta” he told me. “Please stay and wait for the firemen.”

Augusta was 12 miles away. It would be at least 12 more minutes before help arrived.

I stayed with the truck. Two of our dogs were in there and smoke was all over the road by that time. I wasn’t about to leave them there alone. Tom had moved on to check the second house. No answer at either dwelling. He emerged through the smoke to come back to talk to me. “No people anywhere. But, there are two dogs barking in the blue house. The doors are locked. The flames are starting up the walls.”

Hurry up firemen.

And then there were sirens. One little truck scooted quickly into the yard of the blue house and started spraying water right away. Good thing they could drive right up to the little house, it was officially on fire now, on the back side.

Explosive Fire Growth Potential.

Tom got into the truck. The smoke was starting to get to all of us. My eyes were burning. He described what it was like near the houses. “This fire was really strange. It was going in all directions. Even with the 30 mile an hour west wind, it was expanding in all directions. It was even moving into the wind.”

In no time they had the fire under control. The whole burning event was probably start to finish somewhere in the neighborhood of 25 minutes. No owners to the homes ever arrived and while I watched events from the road, a single black pickup truck drove slowly by. More fire units then arrived, more firemen. Soon there was only smoke. Everything was over. We went home. We left our smelly smokey coats in the garage and took showers to get the smoke out of our hair.

What an interesting day.

I thought about all of the events and in my mind the universe completely orchestrated the timing of our travels to have us arrive in front of the homes and the prairie grass fire just in time to call the fire department to stop the blue house catching on fire and maybe taking the lives of the dogs inside. Every single event altered the course of the future. Neglecting to close the kennel, taking the odd route home, even forgetting the one errand item all brought us to the exact point to discover the fire and summon help before both of those homes burned to the ground. If we hadn’t had all of our delays it would have likely been the black pickup truck that would have made the call to the fire department. He would have had to report the blue house already on fire.

But as the excitement and adrenaline and smoke faded from the day, I found myself focusing on the moment in the truck when Tom first mentioned smoke. I asked him more about that moment. What exactly did he see? There was no actual smoke to see when he made the comment. He said, “What I saw, was exactly the size, shape, color and placement of the smoke when we drove up on the scene. I just saw it miles before we got there.” Like an energy overlay? “I suppose so, yes.” Do you remember ever having that happen to you before? Seeing something energetically before actually seeing it physically? “No. That was the first time.”

There were some wonderful events to the day despite the damage to the houses. The blue house dogs were saved…we are most grateful for that. Our extra driving revolved around our own dog’s safety, but helped other canines instead.  I think there is also something truly extraordinary about the energy in this land, in the “neighborhood” in which we live. If you search this blog and read Tom’s Oriole story, you might be interested to know that wonderful event happened on the same stretch of road, somewhere between the sighting of the energetic smoke and the actual prairie fire. But the thing I am most pleased to note is that Tom’s intuitive and psychic sense continue to develop and evolve. He now truly knows what it is like to see something energetically before it even has a chance to materialize physically.

These ways of knowing and seeing are becoming more and more available to all humans who live on the planet, not just the special “psychics” among us. Your imaginative and intuitive sense is evolving too. Pay attention. You too can see energy. One way to to start is simply by believing that you can.


A Short Tale about Adam and Dowsing

December 20, 2011

Last summer our son Dylan and his best friend Adam came to visit Atira Moon. It was wonderful to see them, and particularly nice to have two strong healthy young men available to pitch in with chores.

The first day of their visit we were contemplating what sorts of things to accomplish. Number one on my list was spreading the accumulated horse manure. The problem was, a key part to the spreader machine, a metal pulley, had fallen off somewhere in the grass in our front field. The spreader would not work without that part, and we did not have a spare. I had searched the tall grass in the rather large field for the part a couple of times but had no luck finding it. Its a small brownish metal part, and a big field of tall brownish grass. Think “needle in haystack”.

I looked at Adam and had an idea. “Hey Adam, how would you like to try dowsing for that part?”

Adam had no clue what that meant. A short definition of dowsing is “Divining for something you desire.” Most people think about a forked stick and looking for water underground when they think about dowsing, and that is certainly one common description, but you can use dowsing to find just about anything.

He wasn’t sure. I then offered to make it more interesting. I really needed that part. “Tell you what, if you find that pulley, I’ll give you a 20 dollar reward.”

His face lit up at the prospect of a game plus a reward.

Tom had given me copper dowsing rods for Christmas last year and they were sitting on a table nearby. I showed Adam how to hold them near his side and allow the rods to swing freely. I showed him this photograph of me holding the part. (We had taken this previously looking for a locking nut to keep the silly thing from falling off)

I pointed to the big front field of grass. I said, “Just keep an open mind and walk around that field while thinking about finding that pulley. Let the rods point you in the right direction. When they cross you should be very close to finding it.”

I opened the door and said, “Its somewhere in that field, I have no idea where.” Adam grinned and headed out.

I walked back into the kitchen then and took glasses out of the cabinet to fix us all some iced tea. It was already a warm day and I figured Adam would enjoy a cool drink after stomping around the hot grass testing out the dowsing rods. I set the glasses on the counter and pulled out the ice cube tray.

I had not yet filled the 3 glasses with ice when Adam walked back into the house. He was holding the pulley and grinning as wide as I had ever seen.

“I walked right up to it.” He said. “The rods pointed the way and then they just crossed. I looked down and there it was.”

He must have been outside a total of less than 2 minutes.

Now how cool is that?


Our “Couples” Regression Part 2

December 3, 2011

Guest Post by Tom Goldman

(Continued from yesterday)

To recap…Candace and I recently did a tandem regression session with Annie as our facilitator. We experienced a life together in a time that appeared to be in the 1500-1600’s where she took form in a woman named Shira, who had special abilities and I was punished for trying to feed our family. On with the story…

After Candace left her ‘Shira body’ and we were rejoined, Annie started to guide us in the exploration of our soul relationship. We both instantly confirmed that we originated from source at the same time. Candace described it as an origin that came from a golden fireball, split up into smaller parts and that from the very beginning we had traveled together, with each other and our soul family. I described it as if we were twins that came into existence at the same time and like twins, we had a unique relationship.

Annie asked how we came to decide to incarnate and if we had choice in the matter. The answer was, of course, there was choice but that Candace and I took different paths but always ended up back together. She was clearly more of an explorer and sought out incarnate existences far more often than I did. I ‘stayed behind’ frequently and experienced her incarnations vicariously, as we were always connected anyway, but she craved the actual experience. We went on to describe the uniqueness of our individual and soul family’s vibration and colors and that we were instantly recognizable to each other and also described that the word vibration was composed of all forms of sense…sound, sight, feeling. Candace described this vibrational experience as if you were inside a kaleidoscope (which was a beautiful image) and the communication linkage to your soul family was much like how a school of fish or flock of birds moves…as soon as one has a thought, the others move into relation to that instant thought. She went on to describe that as anyone in the soul family experiences an incarnation, they bring back to the family a higher vibration from which all in family benefits.

Annie then inquired about the uniqueness of our soul family and Candace went on to describe that our family was much like all the others, just vibrating at different rates. There was no apparent hierarchy amongst families…just different vibrations. Also interesting was the notion that family members are free to visit other families and ‘experience’ with them. I shared that, in fact, Annie was a very frequent traveler (she’s racked up lots of first class tickets…ha), visiting and experiencing with many families as she was a ‘famous’ teacher.

It was then discussed that although we are here incarnate, that there were elements of us still in the source field “running the shop” as Annie said. We are here, and there, before, now and in the future…all at the same time.

We then went on to explore the connection that we have to the land at our farm. (At this time Candace slips into 3rd person descriptions of herself…I slip into the same way of speaking about 15 minutes later…both without Annie specifically asking to talk to the SC…it just sort of happened when it needed to…magical) Candace described that in many ways we decided on this incarnation specifically because of the important nature of this ‘time’ on the earth and because of the mystery that is about to unfold.

The land itself, and the energy portal that exists on the farm, is important to the Earth and we are here in a caretaker and gatekeeper role and to just “be.” The energy of the portal on our farm was specifically described as one in which (like thousands of other places on this planet) an energy field is “open” to those in need, whether they seek knowledge or healing or whatever. These portals are not for a single use purpose but adapt to what’s needed. The portals are fine-tuned places where the physical world and the source field are ‘visible’ at the same time. The sounds that have been heard by many in this portal were described as having come from the energy of the portal itself and can be heard when those present are able to “be there” when the physical and energy layers overlap at the same time. Additionally, people who experience the portal with the right intent benefit not only themselves but the earth and all those connected as well and as the vibration of the planet itself changes so does the portal’s ability to ‘interact’ with those present within it.

Annie and Steven in the Portal at Atira Moon 2011

Annie went on to help us explore our individual roles in this incarnation, particularly with respect to the portal gatekeeper role described above. It was expressed that while the world has always been aware of energies like Candace’s and Annie’s, the energy from people like me (left brain, ex military, business man) that are starting to awaken is very important. This game is no longer just about new-age women, but that incarnations from all walks of life, age and experience are starting to awaken and they too will be aided in this awakening by hearing from people that were like themselves.

Candace went on to describe her time in other incarnations on the planet on the high Plains of the United States…both as a native American and before which has helped prepare, acclimate and comfort her for this role as caretaker of this land. In addition, her experience with land animals through all these incarnations helps enable her ability to interact with animals today. Annie commented on how unique the animals seem to be at the farm (3 dogs, 2 inside cats and a couple of barn cats, 3 horses, 1 mini donkey named Elvis and a flock of chickens) and Candace answered that much like the souls that are stacked up right now waiting to incarnate on the Earth at this special time, so too is the process in the animal kingdom and that the specialness of the land is like a magnet for these animals. Candace went on to comment how in the first few days of dove hunting season last month the birds came from all directions to our farm because they knew it to be a safe haven.

There was a brief discussion about some individual physical issues that Candace and I deal with and there one was one important point that came up that is appropriate to share. With Candace, in particular, the pain that she deals with serves as an anchor to keep her here at this time and this place to perform the role that she agreed to perform. Her higher self said “If Candace were to remember what it was like to be completely pain free, she’d just take off…” ha.

We finished with Annie asking each of us the question “is there anything that your higher self wants to share with each other’s higher self?”  Candace described that she and I are connected always and can not be separated and that we have been brother and sister more than husband and wife and that it’s all turned out exactly as planned…wonderful. My higher self shared that I should have joined her on more trips but it was most important that we were here now at this important time.

There were some private messages for Annie that I’ll let her share if she desires, but suffice it to say that she is greatly loved by us and many more.



Question: When is Corn, not “really” Corn?

November 17, 2011

Answer:  When its GMO corn laced with thiamethoxam (a systemic neonicotinoid INSECTICIDE), and azoxystrobin, carboxin, fludioxonil and mefenoxam, all four, fungicides.  Careful not to touch this sweet corn while planting. Never mind that you are supposed to eat it eventually, just don’t touch it while its in this state.

Seriously. These are corn kernels? Does this look like a corn kernel to you? I bet any rodent with only half a brain would take a pass on consuming this GMO abomination.

Actually there are even important questions to be asked here, than the title of this article. Namely, does this concept even matter to you? Do you even think about this at all? Are you awake or asleep?

When you are in your local market, do you pause, even for a moment to consider where your food comes from and how its produced? And if not, why not? Do you ever wonder at all, about the “end-game” of the giant mega corporations who created this and other seeds that poison the natural varieties, pollute the earth and sicken humans? Or do you just put the can of Green Giant into your shopping cart and get on with your day, completely bypassing the organic varieties because they are just “too expensive” and “are basically the same”? Do you think GMOs “don’t matter” or that science just has our best interest in mind?  Really?

Do you have “more important” things to worry about? Your job, the economy,  the “big game” maybe, or what new adventure the Kardashian Gals are having?

What is more important that our FOOD? There are those who are quite pleased you are so very distracted by those other things, while they quietly, methodically attempt to control the very food supply on our planet.

Support your local organic farmer, buy local crops in season, not shipped in and driven cross country from another continent. Buy organic whenever possible. Reject GMO food at all cost. Stop using “Weed and Feed” and “Roundup” in your own yard for goodness sake, it just perpetuates the problem and poisons the very water you drink! And consider saving heirloom vegetable seeds, they will be very valuable some day soon.

Or… just forget all about this “over reactive” little rant of mine and go watch some tv.


Down on The Farm – Anne Ashley

October 15, 2011

Anne Ashley guest blogs today for the delight of all who take the time out to read about her adventures so far in America at Atira Moon. Annie is here with her husband Steven Jones from London to do some speaking about his new book. (More on that topic soon. Steven is a life long ET Experiencer)

Note there was a small gathering of people on 10-11-11 in the portal and she mentions that extraordinary event as well as her own personal adventures.  I will have more to say soon about what happened in the sacred site circle. Lets say the event left us all, to use an English term, “gobsmacked”. -Candace

The Aliens return Abroad…. Augusta Kansas 13th October 2011

Down on the Farm. A tale of two hounds, a sedate lady and a very, very naughty skunk…

The two English Aliens have returned abroad and back to their beloved USA. It seems so long since we were last here, which is of course ridiculous being only a month or two.

The plan is for Steve to do more talks and for us to be able to share in, what is ..“Life on a Kansas farm” for a while, with dear friends who are taking such good care of us.

We left home at 8 o’clock a.m. on Sunday and arrived here about 24 hours later by our time. Traveling is so grueling at times and we again did one of those hub things where although the second plane took off and then appeared to land straight back down again as the trip was so short, we had to in fact hang around in Dallas airport for 4 hours for the interconnection.

This wait was mitigated by the arrival of our friend Tom who had linked up his return to his farm where we are staying, from Austin where he was working and coincided it to travel with us for the last part of the journey. We didn’t know he was doing this and so I had gone on a walk–about to pass time and read the wonderful National Enquirer in the shop and see what is really going on in the world. Big tongue in cheek here. (I am not allowed to buy it as Steve refuses to hand over his dollars for such rubbish. I can’t understand why he feels this way as these reporters know everything about everything including apparently the most intimate thoughts and behaviours of our new royalty member – Kate. I swear one of the reporters must be living alongside the two newly weds, such is in breadth of his awareness of their life) Anyway, after I had read all the newspapers and magazines in the shop and was becoming aware of the stares of the cashier, I returned to Steve and was accosted in an amazing bear hug by a man.. I had just been about to plant a kiss on the top of Steve’s head from this threw me completely!!
It’s one of those situations where if you are not expecting to see someone for a few seconds your brain does not compute and I had no idea who was hugging me in this way, but he seemed very pleased to see me, so I thought “well that’s good!”

Steve had jumped up as he thought I was under attack and then Tom said “Where did you get to, I saw you come out and I waiting to greet you and you disappeared?!” He must have thought that Steve had been abducted on arrival!
However, we had been shunted to a different security system by an official who told us the queue was not so long ‘round the corner’. All lies, it was a long walk and there was just as big a queue, but of course Tom could not see where we went. He then tracked us down in the departure lounge.

Tom whisked us into the special airport lounge for people who know how to travel. An oasis in the frantic world of airports. Us normal people don’t even know these little oasis’s are there at the back of airports. No noise, nice food if you are hungry and great seats.. such bliss after such a long trip. Apparently there were showers and a gym if we were so inclined. We were not.

Candace picked us up in her Dad’s Cadillac.. another great treat, as I love old American cars and as promised, we had bought the sorely needed rain. I had spent the last few months, once we knew we were coming here, asking for rain to accompany us and it was pouring. Great stuff. They were very pleased. And a good soaking was just the last pleasure to add to the many, of our journey.

The farm is about a half hour drive from Wichita and we arrived in the dark, so we couldn’t the see the size of it but knowing that farms in England generally are a few acres I was not prepared for how big it actually is. More like half a county to our little city minds!!

We got to meet some of the farm occupants that night. There are 3 dogs altogether but only two were at home at that moment. Cowboy, is a beautiful Labrador who soon succumbed to Steve’s charm and enticements, but Finn an exquisite Viszla – (a Hungarian bird-hunting dog) would have none of it. He is a rescue dog who just turned up here, knowing that he would find kindness and care and love, love, love. All it would appear, he had known before, was pain and terror. He is slender and gorgeous but we are told he is now twice the size he was when they took him in, being so thin you could see his heart beating through his chest. He stays well away running round the house trying to make sure you don’t get near enough to pet him and so we have yet to win him over, although Steve has managed to stroke him whilst Candace stayed next to him. Cowboy takes such good care of him that Tom and Candace say that Finn is Cowboy’s dog and tell him to go get his dog and he does.. so lovely to see.

Poet is the Cat who is o.k. with us, but the other cat Nicky, who is so very beautiful…. is also very wary, as again this cat was rescued. Once again we have come across this strange dichotomy here in the States of meeting so many people who have rescue dogs and cats and so there are people with such big hearts who open their homes to these damaged little beings, but I wonder about the other side of that coin of the people who damaged them so badly.

In the morning I went out to the Paddock with Tom to see the horses.. Rio a male, or a used to be male.. poor thing!!, then Mama Belle and Luna Belle.  I am a little wary of horses since one bit Steve a while ago, so of course they sense this immediately and kept a little distance until they could feel that I felt safe and then they came forward to check me out. They are so beautiful and Rio has pale blue eyes, which look so unusual in a horse. In the enclosure next to them is a wonderfully feisty little donkey called Elvis. It is Elvis who has won Steve’s heart and he adores him. He is “guard-donkey” as he will keep the coyotes at bay and will in fact kick and kill one if it tried to get near to the horses. The coyotes gave us full song on our first night and it was lovely to hear them. However, the skunk also turned up and did a turn, which in skunk terms means he gave us a little puff of his fetching odour into the air filtering into our bedroom. So kind…

We got to hear the horrors of Skunk oil. My mind boggled at how invasive it is, how the longevity of the smell lasts for months.. not days or weeks and how it cannot be washed off or out of clothes, skin or especially inquisitive dogs. Even being in the proximity of where the smell has been without it actually getting on you, is enough to make you have to throw objects away. I determined that if I saw him, I would give him great respect and not do anything which might alarm him into showing off his aromatherapy skills to this English aromatherapist..

Tom took me out the next morning on a little kind of go-cart, called a Gator, to go over the whole plot and to our little suburban minds .. it is VAST. I would get lost once I went past the first fence but Tom knows his land like the back of his hand and his paths created by his hard work with the tractor are obviously his pride and joy. The dogs chased the cart all the way and obviously love every minute of being alongside this man they adore. I was petrified they would go under the wheels and they remind me of the Irish dogs who chase cars and try to bite the tyres.. but that’s the Irish for you, always being more creative in everything they do!

Steve got the tour after me as the Gator only seats two at a time. He too was so surprised at how much land is here. He got to drive the Gator and then he got to drive a tractor, which he took to like a duck to water and took some hay out to the horses and then out to a pasture. The horses instantly loved him so all his daily walks to feed the horses over on Harlow common where we live, paid off big time. Tom had bought us our own farm tee shirts and gloves and a fetching cowboy kerchief. They will match the amazing Two Step cowboy hats which we packed and bought with us, again a lovely gift from Tom.

The rain had made a big difference, as already the grass was greener than the day before. It has been very hard here with continual high temperatures and no rain. Candace and Tom are treating this land with such reverence and care and doing everything organic and I think the land is responding to that, so that the native grass they planted – without any pesticides or fertilizers – is doing better than the neighbours and it would appear that it is the morning dew which is keeping it all going. Nature is so wonderful if you let her be.

Candace has found a little circle of land here, which appears to have a very interesting quality. She looked out to the field one day and had what could only be described as a ‘vision’ although it appeared so real to her that she attempted to capture what she was seeing on her phone camera. A huge column of light was over the field and inside it seemed to be laser lights zipping back and forth. She couldn’t tell if it was coming up or coming down but as it appeared to be coming down she thought it must be from a craft of some sort but there was nothing in the air. It did not record on her phone much to her chagrin.

In the next few days life moved her in a certain direction to come in contact with an amazing lady who is going all over the world and energizing ‘Portals’ or energetic stone circles. Candace ended up going to see her and when she saw the artwork which Marcia does, it was exactly a replica of what is being sensed in this circle on this land. Tom and Candace have now outlined this circle in the land with 13 large tree stumps so it looks like a wonderful mini Rollright Stones (which can be found in Oxford, England) and they have had gatherings here with ceremonies in the circle and it is just wonderful. I had bought a special crystal, which I had been energizing at home to be buried here and we had a gathering on Tuesday night of friends of Candace’s and Marcia. Marcia was to conduct a ceremony and make the most of an incredibly full moon energy. One of the party did some amazing sound work with a huge gong and it was really quite special to be able to experience how this works, as it a modality which I have never explored… Sound vibrational work.

Candace Smudges, Marcia Prepares, Steve and Annie Wait

The ceremony itself was quiet, meditative and we were really waiting for Marcia to lead us but she conducts the ceremony in silent contemplation. Suddenly an incredible noise went past the circle. I can only describe it like a boomerang going.. Whoosh, Whoosh, Whoosh, .. it only seemed to ‘switch on’ as it got the parameter of the circle, we did not hear it coming and neither did we hear it disappear into the distance. There was nothing to see, but everyone said.. “What was that!!!” Steve had an understanding that it was a UFO and was able to describe to us what it was. Meanwhile I was watching a UFO, which was off in the distance but stayed around Marcia’s head, in my line of vision. It went up, along, stopped, went back, up again, got bright then diffused, then after about 10 or 15 minutes it just went straight up in the air. After quite a while we then disbanded and talked about what we had felt or seen. For me, apart from the noise, the Ufo’s, the lovely people and the gong!!, my favourite experience was watching the cloud bank over the circle. The clouds formed a perfect circle over our heads, very much like the clouds in Close Encounters of the Third Kind, when the Craft is coming on in over the mountaintop. It was beautiful and as soon as we started to break up the energy and talk, the cloud circle started to dissipate, quite extraordinary. There were 13 of us altogether (although Candace did not in the end know how many would turn up), and that was perfect too, as there are 13 tree stumps, one for each of us to sit on. The full moon was spectacular and made everyone visible to each other.

I picked up lots of really interesting energetic anomalies, more than I have ever experienced before in any Stone circle and some of it was confirmed by Marcia or Candace as having been experienced by other people. I still need to sit down and try to draw what I saw and we will spend more time going out there and doing some meditations. At one point Steve was holding on to my arm as my body was being swayed so hard from side to side by the energies! Such a drama queen!

Raven the female dog has now joined us, she was taking a holiday with Candace’s parents and the menagerie in the house is now complete. 3 dogs – 2 cats and oh I forgot.. 9 chickens, which come and sit with us on the porch and give us the most amazing fresh eggs. It’s my job to go collect and I love it… I have to cover up my toenails and my pretty flip flops as they believe both could be strawberries and they peck at them, failing that they will have a munch on Tom’s ankles. One landed on his lap as he was reading his newspaper on his iPad and was very disgruntled to be dumped back down on the deck. Country life!!

Last night a quick squall came on in and with the power of the internet, Tom was able to say it was coming and how long it would last. Amazing. I went into the bedroom and it was lashing down outside the bedroom window and yet the front porch was still sunny. As predicted it did not last long, about one fifth of an inch, but because the sun came out quickly we were treated to a wonderful double rainbow.

So Steve got up from his nap and took himself off for his jaunt around the fields as he seems to have adopted the land and all who live on it, as his own. The dogs took off with him, as Finn will not allow Cowboy to go and have fun without him, but the sedate lady Raven sat with us and watched. Elvis and the girls and Rio got some attention, but Steve was into a long walk. On his way back however, Tom yelled out to watch out as Cowboy was trying to roll, a sure sign that he could have encountered Mr Fragrant Skunk out for a jaunt too. Finn had been barking and rushing off so Steve had felt something was amiss but did not know what.

He came back with the dogs and all heck broke loose. Cowboy had apparently encountered the fragrant black and white one and got some attention from said creature. Candace and Tom became as lively as I have ever seen anyone be from a very laid back – enjoying the sunset- on my porch – position and all the doors were quickly shut off to Steve and dogs especially Cowboy who had no idea what he had done, but knew it was something….. terrible….. head down … tail down.. poor thing.

Steve had to strip off, pass the Candace nose test, (wish I had filmed this bit, Steve is so unused to having someone sniff him).. and had to change his clothes and put them in a bag which was sealed. Finn meanwhile was trying to get in and he knew something really …. terrible… was going on and he wanted to get in under the table and out of it all.. However, in the sniffing contest.. Candace ascertained that Finn won hands down.. Go Finn!! Poor thing apparently had got the full attention of Mr Skunk.. Cowboy apparently, might have only passed through the vapour …

Steve sat with me saying he should be in the doghouse with the dogs, he felt awful. As if he knew the skunk was there, or that the dogs would go and interact to see who could dodge the noxious vapour cloud, the quickest.

Poor Candace and Tom, who are veterans to this situation, knew that they had to somehow clean up the dogs, as they could not possibly come back into the house. They found a recipe for a mix on the Internet and luckily they had all the ingredients. It then became like a scene out of a virus attack war zone. Both had to put on really old clothes, old shoes and big industrial gloves. The dogs can not be washed initially as it is Skunk oil and if you add water, it then carries the oil onto the dogs skin.. Disastrous! So this concoction made up into a paste has to lathered onto them and rubbed off. Candace had to keep taking time out just to breathe as it is all so overpowering and also she could not keep up her potent sniffing abilities to know where to work next, as her nose was so full of the smell.

Steve and I made ourselves very small on the sofa and kept saying.. ‘Can we help?’ Telepathically I heard.. ‘I think you’ve done enough thanks” but the wonderful duo swear this was not their thoughts and Candace seemed to be genuinely delighted that I would have a good story to tell on my first blog account. I think Skunks might take over from American Bathrooms and wandering suitcases.

(Our new suitcases, by the way, stayed with us..all the way.. most impressive)

The new Internet advice worked a treat apparently and Cowboy was let back in although Finn has to stay out for a while. He keeps looking in the window saying.. ”But what did I do?!!” and Cowboy keeps hanging his head and says…”I’m not sure what we did.. but it was bad… real bad….” Bless them. It’s very lucky that Finn will not let me touch him anyway, as I would feel so guilty not being able to pet him.

Raven stayed sedately watching it all and wondering what the fuss was all about. Poet the cat stayed under the table, I think because anything, which is black and white, which he is, and is a little critter probably should keep out of the way for a while.

Finally after ages, Tom and Candace came on it and seemed so relieved that the paste had worked. First time they had ever seen a solution to skunk oil.

Steve and I went to bed and just for good measure I think Skunky boy came and gave a little triumphant whiff outside our window, just in case we felt left out. The coyotes howled – I actually could detect laughter in their song – and we finally all got to bed.

6 a.m. Tom and Steve were up and out for their 9 hour trip to Austin and some time together doing ‘boy stuff’.. football matches and suchlike and so Candace and I are having a great time just catching up….and putting the world to rights…and sitting in the circle with the sun going down.. magic…
Much love