The first gift, of Gold to a yew tree, that is known to me, was my dear Gifting Cohort John, who has Gifted his two most Cherished Yews (The master, with a Gold piece, which I think was given John at materials cost, so does not count in the 108, the second recently was Owain Glendower Yew, gifted from myself onto the Yew by John.
When last visiting The Court, Carol Croft, Cesco were visiting also in 2010, there was another visitor, Greg Hallett(?), who was writing a book on this very subject (John being more rightful than the Windsors, as bloodline of Glendower, quite the history! He’s my UK gifting buddy, made me about 6,000 TBs and HHg’s which were joyously driven into the earth back in 2005-8, we made about 30 Cloudbusters from memory).
Anyway, John gifting his Yew, triggered the 108 idea, so much thanks for this.
Fortingall had a stone circle which was gifted, and, this curious history:
Pontius Pilate lived from around 20BC until some time after AD36. He was the Prefect of the Roman province of Judaea from AD26 to AD36, and is best remembered as the judge at the trial of Jesus Christ in AD33, and the man who subsequently ordered his crucifixion.
There has long been a story that Pontius Pilate was actually born at Fortingall in Perthshire, also known as home to an ancient yew tree that could be as much as 5,000 years old (and, if so, is probably the oldest living thing on Earth).
The story of Pilate’s Scottish origins was set out most fully in an article published in the New York Times on 15 January 1899.
So, the first three Yews were some of the oldest living organisms this Earth has. With great historical significance. Todays trip, was no less important, the 12 Yews of St Paul’s Church Tisbury.
Two pieces like this, and, three smaller were taken.
Previously had been drawn to this Church, went in to quiet sit, pray, found that a beautiful light castes in from an Amber stained glass window, never realised it was surrounded by 12 Yews, the Master being some 4,000 years old! No wonder they drew me there…
This light felt just magical when first visiting, the oldest Yew is outside right of this Wall.
David Bellamy dated this at 4,000 years. It is concrete filled. what a Spirit!
The second oldest and third were to the left. Gifted near both.
One of the large, more Gold and Gem encrusted pieces, was buried near the Master. Then two more smaller pieces were gifted to the other largest, each given a prayer, the biggest two circumabulated 3x, the Master 3x by myself and girls.
Behind the Church there was a meeting of two streams, Arya chose the spot and we gifted a white Gold piece to the waters there.
Such a place, almost bizarrely unheralded? As research tells nothing of its obvious significance.
Once we had gifted 4 of the 5 pieces, decided to keep one (pictured above), as it felt enough, and, will visit again and quiet sit in a couple of weeks, see how it feels then.
On our return, we went to Fonthill Lake, the feeling was to Gift the final piece there, if we could get a good spot and my heart approved it. By then the Girls were getting tired, especially Amber, so we walked along the edge, seeking a nice opening.
Another day, we will return, this summer.
As we walked, we met a lovely lady called Kathleen, she was walking her Dog, and, as Amber was trudging behind, we chatted for a while. After a few minutes of chat, it was obvious that the last piece was for her.
This is why my heart held that piece back, it happened that Ambers tiredness mixed with the distance to the lakeside clearing was too far for today, but we will return there with some gifts and hopefully a swim with the girls!
Hopefully Kathleen gets to read this, if so, your gift is;
24carat Gold Ball
4x Ruby and 4x Emeralds sat on 22Carat Gold brushed Copper beads
White Gold splattering
Copper hand cut ball, 8 Hand beaten Ethiopian Copper Beads, 8 Rose Quartz
Bed of 22Carat Gold inner, white Gold outer, Swat Valley Aquamarine at base
Hope it brings you some joyousness Kathleen! They love Sunlight!
We live at Spreadeagle Cottage, which looks onto Spreadeagle Hill.
So, today, on fathers day, my itinerary was ”Gift Gold to Spreadeagle Hill and watch Star Wars with kids for the first time.
We prepared, by selecting three pieces of Golden Orgonite, plus this time some old coins turned up, so a 1952 Six pence was also to be buried;
Arya, bearing our days Gifts to the land, to help where too much has been taken before?
So, we set out, today was overcast and edging on rain, but our Spirits were high, as we left the Cottage, a Hawk was sat somewhere yards away, never this close to our house have we seen it.
Once we arrived at the Car Park, parked and started walking, after some time it became clear we had taken a scenic route, also sometimes called wrong?
Not a care in the World, except steep hills, maybe?!
Giant Dandelion, brings delight to the kids imaginations…
An unexplained bunch of flowers, added more sense of wonder to their walk.
The de-tour added a sprinkle of magic to the kids mood.
The climb was steep, especially the part where Amber needed carrying! Such adventure is made more meaningful, if a sense of challenge is traversed, she is getting big though, gasps!
When reaching the Peak, we delighted in the Beacon and views, then we decided on three suitable spots around the area, said a little prayer for Good, each dug a little for each piece, so our combined energies are felt by the lands.
View of Melbury Hill, a peak amongst rolling valleys.
3 dates; 2022 Platinum Jubilee, 2012 Diamond Jubilee Beacon, 1952 Pre-Coronation Coin, joined together, with 3 Gifts of Gold, from 3 Spirits.
Gold and money, put back in the lands. 3 Date symmetry completed by Beacon
Now, as we had agreed, time to fly an old kite found in the Shed, when clearing room to make Orgonite. Big problem, Daddy didn’t check its operational status (why, Oh why!).
As we tried and realised steady flight was beyond our Kite, Amber shed tears, but they soon passed. Within minutes Arya had got a feel for the Kite, spending the next 20minutes proclaiming her bringing flight to it, only for it to fall seconds after, Charlie Brown in Hardys Countryside indeed!
As we get back to Spreadeagle Hill, aptly, several show off for us! Compton Abbas Airfield is just a field right.
It was noted, the lime in the hills, the ores taken, in time often creates stagnancy, Gold Orgonite may help soothe this dynamic.
There were two in flight, on the way back to the car, but missed them trying to zoom in.
Quick tea made, Spinach, Coconut and Coriander Dhal, then Star Wars!!!
Thank you Amber and Arya for an epic Fathers day.
May the force be with you… (we are the Fosh, what else would fate have us do?!)
“God, there is Gold hidden deep in the ground” exactly!
This past week, has been the moment to start making Orgonite, to gift 108 friends, family, mostly of course special places. Hartgrove it must start.
There was never a doubt that this Spring felt very special. An inner sense intermittently felt was back, pushing, saying ”Help, its time”. This has led to a 3month 3week 3day renouncement of any work for money, or, even making Orgonite with intent of making anything, only trying to imbue the feeling my Children give me, that pure Gold Qi.
So, there has been a flourish, of wildlife paying interest, like nature is very happy at the spirit coming from our home?
As approaching my Orgonite room, a very relaxed friend sits on the Velux Window.
Calmly approach, swing door open expecting flight, nope, it turns and looks at me, still calm.
After inviting me this close, this friend takes flight. Beautiful moment.
This day, these ’Test’ pieces were being made, from odds here n there…
Had been rubbing copper coils on this Wire, Bug got a Qi bath and turned luminous!
So, these signs were very heartening, the ratios of Catalyst befuddled me, as the temperature swung up this week, plenty of cracks, but that is what these were for, to practise, and will be good enough to bury, no matter my petty desire for perfection?!
It is lovely when you get observable phenomena? This was lovely to see.
So, nature seemed to approve, though shortly after the Bird flew, was attacked by 3 Angry Wasps who all stung me, hilarious! If painful for 15minutes… What a day.
When the pieces were setting it was all about watching, feeling, how they felt the layer before, now better or worse? To progress and immerse, when making trying to capture the joy in my heart from Arya and Amber at play (they will be monumental if one day I may translate that!).
This is the same piece, which produced the visual phenomena above. Such colours.
So, how did the Skies respond, to the triangle of Oaks gifted, then this batch of Gold?
Swirling Vortex rising up, Cross adorning a rising Spirit?
12:45 Notice this Spirit?
12:48
12:49
12:50
12:52
Park, few miles from home.
Pretty favourable it appeared? Much particulate seemed to be cleared all day, bless these Spirits.
Then at first light today…
Things are feeling pretty good, the next place to gift is shown by the flash of Gold in the last three photos, hope you enjoy this!
Swift flying right passed, Arya was singing at Claysmore last week (day we Gifted the Spirit trees), where the ’Chandelier Scene’ was shot on Only Fools And Horses…
About as skilled as I felt these days!!! Cracks!!!
3 Oaks, 3 Pieces, outer two all Gold, the third has a special Ruby but does not count in 108.
Returning the Gold to Earth.
We walked down to our cherished spot, our Spirit tree and its two companions, so we greeted each tree with a group prayer. Then circumambulated each tree three times showing respect, before burying a piece near the base of each, as my Spirit directed it.
Whispfully at play, such joy to watch as a father, blessed am I.
Such a natural in front of Camera, well anything pretty much, precautious Amber Fosh.
Arya diving into the long grass, spirit in motion, it was wet, we didn’t care!
Special colours blessed us, Amber readying herself for Hide And Seek!
Daughters blessed with a Golden Glow, why not? They did just nourish this Hill with Gold.
Arya will often prompt, lead, on matters Etheric, giving me her Spirits guidance, she insisted on three circumambulations, when Daddy suggested one would suffice ”no Daddy, you might upset the Trees Spirit”. How could you not listen?
Amber, at the point of “Ready or not, here I come”, to find her treasures, fun and Arya!
Nobody will find these, buried well.
We gifted these Trees, asking for Support from God and the Spirits, to bring out the Divine Feminine of Happiness and Love. Then, my Girls showered the land with the great Happiness and Love, giving Daddy the same watching them play, allowing us to radiate as 3.
Lovely evening, wet bottom halves once home, enough energy burnt to be Two Angelic Beings, we are Blessed by God.
Arya was singing this in Bed tonight, so it’s todays anthem, good choice Arya.
With great glee. Dirtying my hands, to clean my Spirit.
Fort Royal Hill, Worcester, looking across to the Malvern Hills, The Queens Water, in before times.
Worcester has a rich history, not least the Civil War, and, my mother has lived within hundreds of yards of this battle site for 36years, myself 15+ in multiple spells.
My mothers house existed some 200years before the Final Battle of The Civil War (in 1651), yards away, had become a point of profound historical significance.
This worthless being. This Festival week, wishes to give Gold, to this Earth (Gifting).
So, above is a picture of a piece of Orgonite, 24Carat at top, 12Carat White Centre, 24Carat bottom, with a good quality Quartz set inside this 50/50 Organic/Inorganic offering. Picture Taken from mothers back yard.
Yesterday, the day before the Jubilee Beacon was (tonight) lit, on Fort Royal Hill (Peak of the Battle Site), myself and daughters went to the Park, to all play (in our own ways!!!).
Fort Royal Hill, looking towards the Cathedral, it is a lovely place my Mother settled us.
So, as the girls played, Daddy made quiet and felt where best to Gift this Gold back to the Earth.
After 10minutes of play, the girls had burnt enough excitement off to settle, so we then held hands in a circle, said a Prayer asking God to receive this Gift of Material back to your Earth, so you may bless the Earth with your Love (very private words of will to this effect).
With that, the third (direct to earth), of 108, is given from us, petty humans, to you Gods Spirits of the Earth.
John has gifted two, to two yew trees which are amongst the oldest trees in the World, being the first two, if memory is serving me! Once this piece was gifted, walked back to my Mothers and my sister informed me that there is a ”Beacon” being lit there, as one of 130 sites for the Platinum Jubilee the next evening (Auspicious).
This is later the following day, at Sunset Beacons were lit. Just yards from our Families gift to Worcester.
Whilst Queen Elizabeth accepted yet more jewels, stolen from their rightful owners, this Spirit was burying Materialism under a Beacon, to purify the energies excessive materialism disturbs.
Subjective, the weather felt fresher to me after this. The forecast is now better, than it was.
September 3rd 1651 Cromwells Fort Royal Vantage Point. New Model Army Vs Royalists
Fort Royal and the Eastern Battle
While the forces were engaged South of the city, Charles, from his vantage point on top of Worcester cathedral’s tower, realised that an opportunity existed to attack the now-exposed eastern flank of the Parliamentary army. As the defenders on the Western side of the city retreated in good order into the city, Charles ordered two sorties to attack the Parliamentary forces east of the city. The north-eastern sortie through St. Martin’s Gate was commanded by the Duke of Hamilton and attacked the Parliamentary lines at Perry Wood. The south-eastern one, through Sidbury Gate, was led by Charles II and attacked Red Hill. Cromwell, seeing the difficulty that his east flank was under, rushed back over the Severn pontoon bridge with three brigades of troops to reinforce the flank.
Plaque at Fort Royal
Although they were pushed back, the Parliamentarians were too numerous and experienced to be defeated by such a move. For an hour, the Parliamentarians retreated before the unexpected attack. However, following their reinforcement by Cromwell’s three brigades, they reversed the situation and drove the Royalists back toward the city. The Royalist retreat turned into a rout in which Parliamentarian and Royalist forces intermingled and skirmished up to and into the city. The Royalist position became untenable when the Essex militia stormed and captured Fort Royal and turned the Royalist guns to fire on Worcester.
Meanwhile, the Royalist cavalry under the command of David Leslie that was gathered on Pitchcroft Meadow on the northern side of the city, did not receive orders to aid the sorties and Leslie chose not to do so under his own initiative. The non-participation of these troops remains something of an enigma and did the Royalist Army no favours.
Fort Royal Park today, overlooking the Commandery and the Cathedral
Returning to the city, legend has it that Charles II used an overturned ammunition cart to climb over Sudbury Gate, removed his armour and found a fresh horse; he attempted to rally his troops, but was unable to do so. A desperate Royalist cavalry charge down Sidbury Street and High Street, led by the Earl of Cleveland and Major Careless amongst others, allowed King Charles to escape along Friar Street to his lodgings and then leave by St. Martin’s Gate to the North and meet with some sixty of his officers. (Source = The Battle Of Worcester)
Getting the Spirits on side, may be a wise choice in life?
It was Auspicious Coincidence, that this was compelled to happen, the day before the Beacon, it was not known that the Beacon was happening, until immediately after the Gold was Buried there… timing!
In the days following this, another piece was gifted between the Commandery and the Cathedral.
Sometimes, Angels wear Prada? No idea, but she was outer and inner beauty.
“I’d like to be a queen in people’s hearts.” – Princess Diana (she already was, if only she knew…)
“Everyone needs to be valued. Everyone has the potential to give something back.” – Princess Diana
“Carry out a random act of kindness, with no expectation of reward, safe in the knowledge that one day someone might do the same for you.” – Princess Diana
“Everyone of us needs to show how much we care for each other and, in the process, care for ourselves.” – Princess Diana
“Family is the most important thing in the world.” – Princess Diana
“The greatest problem in the world today is intolerance. Everyone is so intolerant of each other.” – Princess Diana
“I wear my heart on my sleeve.” – Princess Diana
“Only do what your heart tells you.” – Princess Diana
“Hugs can do great amounts of good – especially for children.” – Princess Diana
“When you are happy you can forgive a great deal.” – Princess Diana
“Anywhere I see suffering, that is where I want to be, doing what I can.” – Princess Diana
“I don’t go by the rule book; I lead from the heart, not the head.” – Princess Diana
“I think the biggest disease the world suffers from in this day and age is the disease of people feeling unloved. I know that I can give love for a minute, for half an hour, for a day, for a month, but I can give. I am very happy to do that, I want to do that.” – Princess Diana
“I like to be a free spirit. Some don’t like that, but that’s the way I am.” – Princess Diana
“A mother’s arms are more comforting than anyone else’s.” – Princess Diana
“I knew what my job was; it was to go out and meet the people and love them.” – Princess Diana
“Don’t call me an icon. I’m just a mother trying to help.” – Princess Diana
“I want to walk into a room, be it a hospital for the dying or a hospital for the sick children, and feel that I am needed. I want to do, not just to be.” – Princess Diana
“I am not a political figure, I am a humanitarian figure, always was, always will be.” – Princess Diana
“Call me Diana, not Princess Diana.” – Princess Diana
Forever in the hearts, of English, we witnessed her struggles, with a heart and spirit of a pure Princess, Mother. Truly a sad day in English history, though a search for her lead me to a page suggesting she is still alive, that is a very consoling thought I choose to believe.
My own Mother, Mother Teresa, Lady Diana, three pure Angels in my heart. If my (our) children imbue the merest hint, of these women’s Spirits, blessed we will be.
As a 23 year old young man (old boy, felt truly), destiny took me to work in the home of the dying destitute. On the way to Thailand, we were in Calcutta, and, was really struck, by the way some volunteers described the work, so a month later, returned to volunteer.
The type of experience, that cannot be explained.
Let Every Action Of Mine. Be Something Beautiful To God.
Mother Teresa (from picture in hall)
After just days, all the fear was gone, and, yet more, though I couldn’t articulate it, and still can’t. In that hall I got the vaguest exposure to Samadhi.
This spirit was such. That joy was the feeling into Death, for many amongst them. Nothing like I had envisaged.
So, the main point, during this time, of no fear, no hope for them, no expectation of experience… lies the spirit of the godhead, though as a young man I was Atheist, still now have no bondage to Religion or thought school, but feel much differently after decades of reflection.
So, intoxicated by this unexpected elation, one day was free from duty, so offered Coconut Oil Massages, one lovely spirited man, very slim, was getting a nice shoulder and back rub, when the sister came over, ”No gloves, no gloves” in a hurried and stressed voice.
Again, she repeats, ”No gloves? This man has AIDS, is dying of AIDS, why are you not wearing gloves?” Very concerned.
Just shrugged. Was worried about the stress her tone was creating, nothing more.
Back then, had no travel or medical insurance, was alone in Calcutta, barely a man, no luggage as stolen 7months before, was free and almost completely fearless…
Night time, would wander streets, or relax, listening to this Album… paradox.
So, I am supposed to fear this Virus? This War? These Demons projecting louder and louder into everyones lives (Those bonded to media).
You are better than that? Society, you truly are.
Anyway, back to the story, one day, my bravery was challenged to the extreme….After a few weeks there, a sister comes to me and says ”you are a kind one, can you help?” Gushing at her praise, felt I could handle anything. ”Of course”, I confidently reply.
So, we walk around into the edge of the womens hall, as that day the mens was being disinfected, the sister says ”can you please hold his penis, while I clean around?”. This alone was shocking, the poor man had a Tumour and his testicle was Grapefruit sized, seeping and really difficult to see. So, I look at the man, show my kindest eyes, then take hold. The sister was quick and thorough, cleaning, applying banages, showing compassion by vocally supporting the man.
As we did this, sisters and female volunteers were passing, as it was right in the meeting point of the two halls, eyes being transfixed and trying not to look but unable to look away, or, hide shock.
Really enjoyed buying a Chi with destitutee in the early evenings, watching the kids, still kids, free… such majesty in the destitute. This was a postcard sent home.
Once complete, my Ego was massive, then the sister turned to me and said ”you have been great, thank you, tomorrow we are cutting it out, can you help?”.
Now, in a moment, the humbler ego was back, my internal dialogue went ”Oh shit, Rich, this is beyond you, they have no Surgeon, just a trainee Doctor from Japan, shit, shit, shit, you can’t say no, but, but”.
Then after a second, it came to me ”Oh, tomorrow is Thursday, that is Volunteers day off, so I won’t be here, sorry”.
The sister replied it was a shame, but she would find someone else to help her. My sense of readiness to face anything took a hit.
Left the Sister, a trembling wreck!
There was one man, who scream cried, his whole 2 days there, having brought him in, cleaned and showered him, his body was like he had collapsed in a pool, or had poured over him, acid, as his body had horrific wounds. This did not bring the ’fear’ like previously described, but, took a lot of reflection on whether it was OK to be relieved he died 45-48 hours later, as his cries filled the room with living despair, most had been graced with a gentle passage through, compared to this poor soul, he was literally tortured to death.
This was The Mother, in around 1995, would never have asked for a picture (but have one a friend sent me later, I never requested, she looks poorly, but I treasure it). No eyes to Camera,
So, laced amongst the bravery, I was too much of a self centred wimp, to help cut a mans hugely overgrown testicle out! It was magical learning ground there, and, the care, those passing, beautiful.
It is only now, that it feels right to share some of these experiences.
That song, is a thing of utter poetic beauty, performed perfectly by Cobain
Being immersed. But, still a bit of a wimp! (cutting a mans ball off, probably leading to his death, was a step beyond my capacity back then, tough moment, but such a growth experience, pardon the unintended pun).
Those sisters, the deepest blessings, forever.
Though the speech towards children, when doing a day as a Teaching assistant, to see what that was like, not good, way too harsh, didn’t return, was deeply upset, they were from such poverty, yet soo beautifully dressed, truly inspiring and a touching experience – Singing 5 Little Ducks made my heart gush with joy.
However, there was a harshness to the tone, that was beyond my limits, it was talked about, the Head Sister said ”This is a harsh world, they need to be ready for it”, my feeling was the opposite, that they should receive only kind, loving nurture, so that is what they mostly fill, bond, associate with from their very early schooling?
How can you ignore a message, so pure, so strong? Here they are, this is my cause. Love. Only eyes to Camera, you want to Idolise her? Then only see her truly with ”The Message”.
“The whole of Mother Teresa’s life and labor bore witness to the joy of loving, the greatness and dignity of every human person, the value of little things done faithfully and with love, and the surpassing worth of friendship with God.” MotherTeresa.org
Much more fitting, had such Spirit. What a human. Celebrating the purity of work, Saint at work.
Another Job tried, but once, was being a Rickshaw runner, one evening, was wandering and came across 4 runners in a square just off Chowringhee, so thought I’d like to try that.
Gestured, could I pay him 4-5 Rupees to run him around the square, he seemed to understand, then turned to the other runners and chatted, each tittering at various stages if their little chat, the Runner turned back to me and dropped his head to the right, grinning.
So, moving to the Rickshaw, between the sticks, the runner steps aside, moves next to his friends. ”Naaaaa” pointing at him to get on. The runner again turns and chats, one looking out, looking me up and down, laughs, then he gets on.
Excited I pull off, like a tortoise! That is not light, and, difficult to get moving (guess normally you get shown!), so, yet again my Masculine Ego is momentarily shaken, but once moving, it was brilliant!
Walked to first turn, him grinning, his friends looking at me like I am both funny and insane! Then ran, this was hard, to control the handles over bumps, the balance, much respect to these people (who it seemed were treated like dirt, in the tone most took with them).
As I pulled his Rickshaw up, he got off, we shared a smile and I thanked him. His friends still smirking, at the event, my poor running, me! Lovely evening will never forget (maybe it was after Testicle day, to release my fear emotions!!!).
Members of the Missionaries of Charity, wearing protective face shields, distribute free snacks and tea to the poor in Kolkata, India, Aug. 26, 2020, during the COVID-19 pandemic. They distributed the food and tea after offering prayers to mark the 110th birthday of St. Teresa of Kolkata, founder of the Missionaries of Charity. (CNS photo/Rupak De Chowdhuri, Reuters)
Such complex life lessons. Look what life has done? Sisters brave enough to offer kindness in the most challenging conditions, forced by their own fear, or, the projected media fear, to cover themselves in masks, visors, gloves… The open face of ”The Masters Of War” imposing it’s will over anybody it can.
Vedder ”You put a drug in my hand” aptly changed from Dylans Gun…
Similarly, destiny had me taking physical beatings (70–80 Assaults), whilst forced to wear a mask, often visor. This was my last assault, he needed taking to ground and dragging outside by his T-Shirt, 3Years 3Months 3Weeks 3Days (and change) in Level 3 Challenging Behaviour, ends December 2021
Laughing as taken, as this aged flesh, would now return on day off, in Kalighat, to help remove the Testicle! After above attack, told boss ”it’s fine, he didn’t even get me”, soo I didn’t even feel those injuries happen, left not a mark on him, the adrenaline and seeing fear as water, you see?
Though this old guy has very quick reflexes, but, the biting and spitting was tough to take.
Excellent yellowing, once healing underway, this is Macrophage Activity, Budwig knew, so now my family will.
Once you experience, the reality of your fears, like mine above (there was more, it was vicious, but full moon?), you realise, they were never worth troubling your inner calm over. The lovely guy who did this (many times) to me, was shown love, care, understanding and forgiveness, straight after he had calmed enough not to attack again!
Like Kalighat, being attacked you can be nowhere but the present.
On the day Vaccine Mandates became enforced, two colleagues were forced from their jobs, that day I resigned from a job and client I loved, in solidarity, as I could not work somewhere staff were forced to take ”Test” medicine they would otherwise not. Goodbye, masters of war.
This fearless spirit was whispered to me, from within Kalighat, Home Of The Pure Heart (Nirmal Hriday). You all have this Spirit, know it these days.
Look at the sheer, forceful, powerful message in the picture, using ”Material” her image, to simply point… noticed this is the only time she looks at Camera, no Idolatry, only Gods Message of Love and Compassion.Back home, in the Summer of ‘95, telling stories and zoning dear friend out, regaining some weight! Natural Cobain look, Keralan and Sri Lankan sun not bleech! This me has gone…
Endorsed, often forcefully to Daddy, by Amber Fosh, it gives her wings, you see?
Some years ago, came across a recipe for Pancakes from Chickpea flour. The person got quite upset, saying ”it’s mine”, get your own content…
Anyway, this was based on a Sebi Diet plan, so quite how she ”owned” this, no idea really.
Since, have pondered, and, adapted my ingredients, so this is not at all like the original (which had dreadful nutritional flaws, in hindsight). This is a good way to get Carbohydrate energy without Wheat, Rice etc. Strong nutrient profile.
50% Chickpea Flour
25% Coconut Milk
25% Carbonated Water
1 Spoonful Extra Virgin Olive Oil (First Harvest Fresh if £)
2 Capsules of Kelp Powder
1 Good Sprinkle of Cinnamon
Vanilla Pod
Spoonful Inulin (optional)
Mix it up…
Hot Pan, Dash Oil…
Honey and Fresh Lemon, or, pure Fruit Jam (Just Pectin = feeding good bacteria)
Mix and some good Extra Virgin Olive Oil to cook. Savoury, replace Cinnamon and Vanilla with Nutritional Yeast, these also work if gently cooked to a gluten free crisp bread.
Sebi (or followers) were advising Grape Seed Oil when I came across the recipe, this is Neurological Poison, if suffering long term Omega3 shortages (most people), as it’s ratio is 70% Omega 6 and 0.1% Omega 3. That is some major shortfall in thinking. Anyway, loved most of Sebi’s talks, maybe it came from a misguided follower.
