In 1998 I returned to the UK after living in Ontario, Canada for twenty-six years where I bred and trained Arabian horses. For several years we lived an idyllic, if rather bohemian, life in Mid Wales, my daughter Sophie, my now ex son-in-law Jason and myself, along with an ever increasing menagerie. We were fairly self sufficient, growing a fair proportion of our own food and from time to time took proper jobs to keep to the wolf from the door. However, even very good things sometimes must end. Jason returned to Canada, Sophie, still living in Mid Wales, is very happy in a new relationship and I have set out to find a new way of life in Bulgaria.
British born, I inherited my love of all things equine from my father – along with other rather earthy abilities. Whilst he could charm warts and heal wounds with a few words and some masking tape (!) I can, amongst other things, communicate with those residing in the spirit world. This particular door opened while I was participating in the Wintersnights ritual of the Northern Traditions – I have been a student of Runic Law and Teutonic Magik for many years (The Nine Worlds – a guide to the Norse Pantheon, Remanon Last ISBN, 9780954426613) .
Once I uncovered this ability to communicate with the daimonic reality their presence became as real to me as that of family and friends. Different, of course, but every bit as important. However, appreciating that what is truth for me often runs counter to the belief systems of others I have often held back rather than share my experiences -whether this is to spare them discomfort or to save myself from the embaressment of being laughed at is debatable, going against the grain, as it does, to willingly make a fool of oneself.
Whilst researching The Stain of Time (The Stain of Time – More Than a Trent Reznor Biography ISBN: 978-0954426606), the wealth of information previously provided by the daimon finally began to fit together. In fact a lot of seemingly disparate ideas and beliefs that I had long held began to make sense. So, now armed with this, admittedly tenuous, battery of proof I have become resolute and remain determined to voice my beliefs without prefacing every statement with ‘I know this sounds ridiculous…’ or ‘I’m sure you’ll think I’m crazy..’
What brings me joy? My family and our animals, cats – always, horses of course, books and more books, cooking, preserving, gardening, searching out beautiful old things – particularly kitchenalia, music (although an awful lot of music can drive me to distraction), charity shops, auction sales, open gardens, ancient places, good and vigorous discussions, small galleries, hand crafted things of all kinds, open minds.