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I’m not *that* bad! Are you?

Albrecht Dürer woodcut, The Penitent

Dig this: I’m not a bad enough person to feel as bad as I once did. While I’m not perfect, I’ve never caused enough harm to deserve the levels of guilt and anxiety I’ve dealt with most of my life. In order to feel this much guilt and fear of punishment, I would have had to commit a heinous crime. Guess what … not guilty.


So where do these unwanted feelings of unwarranted unworthiness come from? Societal conditioning? Brain washing by Madison Avenue and/or the Illuminati? Past life karma?

Or, it could come from ancestral trauma. The science of epigenetics has proven that traumatic events, which cause a fight-or-flight reaction, can change the way our genes express themselves. This physical manifestation of PTSD gets passed down through the generations. Here’s just one article explaining how it works, if you want more information. As the host of three annual Ancestral Healing Summits for The Shift Network, I’ve interviewed a ton of experts who agree on this so, for me, this is not in question.

My session airs Thursday, February 25, 1pm Pacific, and will stream free for 48 hours after.

Ancestral trauma can kink your hose in ways you don’t even realize. In fact, in my own session of this year’s Ancestral Healing Summit, the awesome Nick Mattos and I talk about how to rediscover and reawaken your magical heritage by looking into your ancestral past, to discover where/how your connection to your gifts might have been broken.

For clarity, when I used the words magical heritage, I’m talking about natural gifts and abilities that we all have, things like a green thumb or a knack for cooking, crafting, or even healing and intuitive abilities. Sharing these gifts in communities are how humankind survived for as long as we have before technology made life so much … ahem … easier. These skills were often the causes of accusations of witchcraft which, as we know, resulted in some pretty heinous behavior.

But because many of our gifts have been oppressed, we may not even know we have them. Or, we may be aware of them, but are afraid to demonstrate them for fear of reprisals or rejections.

You should check out the Summit. I had some amazing conversations with some amazing people, who had amazing information to share. It airs free during the week of February 22-26. My session airs at Thursday, February 25 at 1pm Pacific time, and will stream free for 48 hours after that.

And, at the risk of sounding like a crummy commercial, I also talk at the end of my interview with Nick about a new project I’ve been working on with the lovely and talented Carrie Paris. Since discovering her Relative Tarot and Oracle, I’ve become a big fan of her work. (Check out the interview I did with Carrie for Mind Yourself on the topic of communicating with ancestors.)

As Carrie and I got to know one another, she suggested that we combine our areas of expertise to create an oracle designed around ancestral healing, I jumped at the chance. Check out the Generations Oracle!

This divination kit (featuring Carrie’s gorgeous artistry), includes a reading cloth, casting charms, a pendulum, informational coins (based on the Lenormand oracle symbols) and an instruction booklet. Bring your own ancestors. We’ll be teaching classes in its use further down the road, so let me know if you’re interested in getting on the waiting list by subscribing to my blog. That will be the best way to stay in the loop.

Anyway, back to ancestral healing … I’ve talked about this elsewhere, but it bears repeating. By doing this work, I feel so much less existential guilt and anxiety. I understand my mom — the unintentional source of some of my pain — so much better. I grok how her family history dented her in ways that were beyond her ability to cope, or even repair without a lot of inner work. And people in previous generations didn’t know about the kinds of inner work we’re used to these day.

I see, now, how she felt as bad about herself — worse actually — than I did before embarking on my own inner work. She was, by all accounts, a good person who loved her family. She was a good mom. But she was screwed up by her family story, and passed it on to me … which I passed on to my kids, and they passed on to their kids …

What happened in my mom’s lineage to break her in just this way? I’m still scratching the surface (in fact, I’m writing a novel based on the fascinating story I discovered in my mom’s ancestral history about witch trials and mine explosions), but I can say, without a doubt, that her father experienced numerous mind-bending traumas in a very short time frame, at a fairly young age. He didn’t stand a chance to be a healthy individual, much less a healthy parent. The pain he was in could have easily caused my mom to feel the way she did, and for me to feel how I felt, and my kids, and their kids …

I’ve been working with my mom’s father’s ancestors because, in triage order, this branch needs attention more than the others — it’s the most wounded. Since beginning this exploration, my physical and mental health have improved tremendously. I used to keep my bottle of Xanax with me at all times, just in case. Now, I only rarely feel anxiety intense enough to medicate myself. That, in itself, is a tremendous shift.

What about you? Do you see anything in yourself, like this, that just doesn’t make sense until you look at your ancestral history? I’d love to read your stories in the Comments.


Lisa Bonnice is an award-winning, best-selling author. Her current passion-project is a series of metaphysical comedy novels. The first is entitled The Poppet Master (previously published as Be Careful What You Witch For!, now revamped and with a new ending). The Poppet Master is a modern-day fairy tale about Lola Garnett, a bored housewife and office drone who wakes up with unexpected psychic abilities, and no instruction manual, and Twink, the reluctant, sarcastic faery assigned to assist and educate her. The Poppet Master is available wherever books are sold. Its sequel is in the works.

Lisa is also writing The Maxwell Curse, a fictionalized version of a story she found in her own ancestral lineage about a witch trial, a generational curse, and massive mine explosion, all of which left ripples of destruction in their wake, devastating one family’s tree.

http://www.lisabonnice.com

Miraculous acknowledgment of WWI ancestor on 11/11

A commemorative coin I picked up in Saltcoats, Scotland, 2019

It’s 11/11, Veterans Day in the United States. For many New Agers, seeing all ones on the calendar or clock has an angelic meaning, especially at 11:11 on 11/11. In fact, I just happened to be awake at 1:11 this morning and took a screen shot on my phone. Today, however, I’m reminded of something that happened over a hundred years ago — the celebration of Armistice Day and the end of WWI — and I’ve got a marvelous story to tell about synchronicity and an honored ancestor.

My mom’s paternal ancestry is wholly Scottish and her grandmother Helen’s little brother, Buchan Littlejohn, was my second great uncle. Helen raised Buchan and her four younger siblings after their mother died when Helen was fourteen and Buchan was seven.

Kilmarnock Standard, November 4, 1916

Buchan joined the Royal Scots Fusiliers shortly after WWI was declared. A Lance Corporal, he was wounded and sent home in July 1915. He spent eight months convalescing before being sent to France in March 1916. He was killed in the attack on Bayonet Trench, Battle of the Somme, October 12, 1916 and buried at the A.I.F. Burial Ground in France.

As both parents had died by that time, Helen was listed as his next of kin on his military records. The military dispersed Buchan’s belongings to her and their other siblings.

WWI Monument, Dreghorn Scotland

When my husband, brother and I visited Scotland last summer, we made a special point of digging up as much information on Buchan as we could find. As there was no local grave to visit, we climbed a steep hill in Dreghorn to find this monument with Buchan’s name on it. He’s listed here with other young men from the area who were killed in the “Great War”. He was only 24.

Short of taking a trip to France to visit his grave, I thought that was the end of the information I could find about my great-grandma’s baby brother. I was wrong.

A few months ago, I found a message in my Ancestry.com inbox from someone named Rita, asking if anyone in my family had ever lived in Tacoma, Washington. She and her husband Roger had found something on their property there, when building their house fifty years ago, and had always wondered how it got there. With the advancements in technology since then, she was finally able to make a real effort to track it down.

What they had found was a Next of Kin Memorial Plaque (also known as a Dead Man’s Penny) with Buchan’s name on it. While this made me tingle with excitement, I had no idea how it could have gotten all the way to the far west coast of the United States.

Helen and her family emigrated to Utah in the early 1920s. She would have received the plaque, as next of kin, in 1919 when they were awarded by King George. She would have brought it with her to Utah, where they settled in the coal mining town of Castle Gate, Carbon County, where three of her older brothers lived and had risen in rank to be foremen and supervisors at various mines in Carbon County.

Helen died shortly after arriving in the States, at the tragically young age of 39. Her husband died six months later, leaving their kids orphaned. Their children all eventually ended up in Michigan. None ever lived in Washington state.

Rita and I corresponded for months, trying to solve the mystery. I chased down all sorts of loose threads on Ancestry.com. Some brought me to Washington state, as a few descendants of Helen’s brothers went west, but no one ended up in Tacoma.

Finally, a breakthrough happened when Ancestry popped up one of their famous “green leaf” hints. I discovered that Helen’s oldest brother’s daughter eventually settled in Tacoma, just a couple miles from Rita’s house. This brother, as head of the family in the US, must have assumed ownership of the plaque after the deaths of Helen and her husband. Helen’s niece, I assume, took possession of the plaque after her father died.

That’s as far as my search took me … just a few short miles away from Rita’s property. Further digging, though, showed me that the niece divorced and remarried. Her new husband just happened to own the property adjacent to Rita and Roger’s new land but because the niece took on her husband’s name, and no longer lived there, there was no way to connect the last name “Littlejohn” to anyone there.

As the niece had no children, the ancestral lineage stopped there. Rita, who has become a good friend, kindly and generously sent the plaque to me, and it hangs in a place of honor in my home.

It may have been my imagination, but the first time I held the plaque in my hands, knowing that it belonged to my great-grandmother — the only one of my great-grandparents I have no picture of — I swear I felt a ripple in time as I ran my fingers over Buchan’s engraved name. I’m quite sure Grandma Helen did the exact same thing, at least once.

Thank you, Rita and Roger, for helping to close the circle and bring Buchan’s memorial plaque back into the family, where he is still remembered and honored.

In loving memory of Buchan Littlejohn, Lance Corporal – Machine Gun Squadron, 1891-1916

Lisa Bonnice is an award-winning, best-selling author. Her current passion-project is a series of metaphysical comedy novels. The first is entitled The Poppet Master (previously published as Be Careful What You Witch For!, now revamped and with a new ending). The Poppet Master is a modern-day fairy tale about Lola Garnett, a bored housewife and office drone who wakes up with unexpected psychic abilities, and no instruction manual, and Twink, the reluctant, sarcastic faery assigned to assist and educate her. The Poppet Master is available wherever books are sold. Its sequel is in the works.

Lisa is also writing The Maxwell Curse, a fictionalized version of a story she found in her own ancestral lineage about a witch trial, a generational curse, and massive mine explosion, all of which left ripples of destruction in their wake, devastating one family’s tree.

http://www.lisabonnice.com

On hosting the Beyond the Veil Summit

The magic inherent in human existence has never been more palpable for me, as a result of hosting a series of profound interviews for the Beyond the Veil Summit, which airs online (free) October 26-30, 2020 on The Shift Network. I went in thinking I knew a thing or two about the nature of the “veil” between the worlds, so imagine my delighted surprise to discover that my years of exploration only scratched the surface.

I spent weeks conducting these interviews and, now that they’re in the rearview mirror, my ability to dance with one foot in both worlds has grown exponentially. Like the flow of a river eroding rocks along its way, expanding its shores, the flow of powerful information broadened my perspective. 

Imagine what it will be like for you to listen to them in the space of one week, at the time of the year when the Veil between the worlds is thinnest

You’ll hear familiar voices and new ones, too. Grandaddy of NDE research Dr. Raymond Moody graces us with his shiny presence, as do experts in the field of NDEs and Mediumship like Eben Alexander M.D. and Suzanne Giesemann

I also talked to Elizabeth Anne Hill, whose relationship with her deceased twin sister continues beyond death, carrying her on an amazing journey through life trusting her needs will be met. Carrie Paris, creator of the Relative Tarot, talked about working with oracles to connect with our ancestors and guides. Rob Schwartz and Linda Backman spoke about the planning sessions we participate in between incarnations.

Many beloved Shift faculty members also shared their stories. Sandra Ingerman, Robert Moss, Michael Stone and don Oscar Miro-Quesada have all experienced NDEs, and Mona Delfino and Matthew Fox shared wisdom about soul contracts and the physics of angels. 

The list goes on, with each interviewee adding their own magnificent story. And, although almost three dozen people shared unique perspectives on a vast and ineffable concept, the takeaway can be boiled down to three inspiring points:

  1. You are never alone, no matter how strongly you feel to the contrary;
  2. Love is literally all there is, no matter how vividly the world is demonstrating otherwise;
  3. Every little thing is gonna be alright, due to the absolute Truth of points 1 and 2.

Yes, we’ve heard these platitudes before, and it can be hard to believe they’re more than just pretty words. But if you listen to these people, and hear their evidence, you’ll see there’s no truer way to look at life.

Before the interviews began, even though I’m fairly well-adjusted, I felt alone and abandoned by the Big U. I thought, because I’d never heard anyone else say the things I know to be True, I must be wrong and maybe a little bit crazy. I felt despair at the chaos swirling around us, presenting us daily with some new fresh hell.

Now, I feel connected and peaceful. My anxiety levels have dropped. And I know, for the first time in my life, that I am not alone and I am love.

This. Is. Massive.

My wish is for you to feel the same. Listen to these life-changing conversations by registering here. They’re free for an entire week. The only cost is if you choose to purchase the collection for future listening.

See you on the “other side.”

P.S. During this groundbreaking 5-day event with over 30 incredible speakers, you’ll discover:

  • The awakening that’s now emerging from the scientific study of consciousness
  • How guides, angels, and our loved ones from the other side are ready and eager to help us heal
  • Ways to connect to the other side through a healing meditation
  • The profound benefits of a shared-death experience (SDE) with a loved one 
  • How to communicate with deceased loved ones and help others make those connections… for healing, closure, and a life filled with more joy and peace
  • Ways that mediumship opens you to your higher self and raises your vibration to experience your true nature as love
  • A clear pathway to de-mystifying death and taking away the stigma and fear around it
  • Support to enter the beauty and pathos of active grieving
  • How artists can encounter an entire support system for their work on the other side of the veil
  • The contemporary science backing startling discoveries that support the existence of angelic beings
  • That insights drawn from NDEs can help you break through fears and past trauma
  • And many more beautiful discoveries…

RSVP here for the Beyond the Veil Summit — at no charge.


Lisa Bonnice is an award-winning, best-selling author. Her current passion-project is a series of metaphysical comedy novels. The first is entitled The Poppet Master (previously published as Be Careful What You Witch For!, now revamped and with a new ending). The Poppet Master is a modern-day fairy tale about Lola Garnett, a bored housewife and office drone who wakes up with unexpected psychic abilities, and no instruction manual, and Twink, the reluctant, sarcastic faery assigned to assist and educate her. The Poppet Master is available wherever books are sold. Its sequel is in the works.

Lisa is also writing The Maxwell Curse, a fictionalized version of a story she found in her own ancestral lineage about a witch trial, a generational curse, and massive mine explosion, all of which left ripples of destruction in their wake, devastating one family’s tree.

http://www.lisabonnice.com

This is not a dress rehearsal … your life is now

One of my early comedy “headshots”, taken when I was still young and full of life. That Lisa is pushing her way to the surface, impatient at being tucked away for so long.

Shit just got real. It has always been true that I/you/we could literally be dead and gone by this time next month, but the chances of that happening have recently increased. I don’t want to be scary about this but the reality of Covid-19 brings up an exciting series of questions: What if you only had a month to live? What will you do with that time? Who will you show yourself to be?


Haven’t we all played a version of this game? What would you bring if you knew you’d be stranded on an island forever? What if you had three wishes? And, what if you only had a month to live?

This is a real question, with a real urgency behind it, like humanity has never seen before.

Here’s what I’m doing (working with what I actually have right now, and taking karma, social distancing and the inability to travel the world into account):

  • While I have my health, I’ve stopped being such a hypochondriac and worrying about every little ache, twinge or pain (is it cancer?). It won’t matter in a month. I’m focusing on how great it feels to be in a human suit, while it still feels good.
  • I’m being true to myself because I only have a little time left, and I’d hate to die without fully expressing my Isness while I’m in physical form.
  • I’m also being more mindful than ever about being completely present in each moment. These may be the last I ever have.

Everything else I come up with falls under these headings.

This is not a dress rehearsal. It’s time to step into who we came here to be. Knowing that this might take you down, how will you spend your final days?


Lisa Bonnice is an award-winning, best-selling author. Her current passion-project is a series of metaphysical comedy novels. The first is entitled The Poppet Master (previously published as Be Careful What You Witch For!, now revamped and with a new ending). The Poppet Master is a modern-day fairy tale about Lola Garnett, a bored housewife and office drone who wakes up with unexpected psychic abilities, and no instruction manual, and Twink, the reluctant, sarcastic faery assigned to assist and educate her. The Poppet Master is available wherever books are sold. Its sequel is in the works.

Lisa is also writing The Maxwell Curse, a fictionalized version of a story she found in her own ancestral lineage about a witch trial, a generational curse, and massive mine explosion, all of which left ripples of destruction in their wake, devastating one family’s tree.

http://www.lisabonnice.com

Why I wrote The Poppet Master

Thar she blows, the very first copy of The Poppet Master to come out of the box.

If you’re an HSP (highly sensitive person)—that is, someone who lives the meaning of the word “empath”—you know that bearable entertainment can be hard to come by. There exist plenty of well-made movies and TV programs, written and performed by truly gifted artists, but a lot of it is just too intense for people with over-the-top psychic abilities.

To be an HSP is a blessing and a curse (a blurse, as comedian Jonathan Katz would call it). On one hand, you’re psychic, which is pretty groovy. On the other hand, you’re psychic, which means that you feel and know stuff you don’t want to feel or know.

It also means that watching or reading violent or psychologically twisted programming or books is nearly impossible.

Even though I have access to movie channels, Netflix and Hulu, and have the entire world at my fingertips via the interwebs, sometimes it feels like there’s literally nothing on that I can watch without making me weep for the future (or the past). I don’t need any more anxiety in my life, but I also get tired of settling for fluff. I want to sink my teeth into something flavorful, but I don’t want said chompers stuccoed with Cheeto gunk when I’m done.

When something that fits the bill comes along, I grab onto it and squeeze the life out of it by obsessively binge-watching over and over until my husband begs me to find something else to watch. For example, I adore a British TV show called Detectorists, and I’m on what is probably my fifth viewing of all three seasons. It’s insanely funny, but it’s a gentle humor. The characters are so very real and the situations in which they find themselves are dramatic enough to be interesting, yet not so hard core that I can’t sleep at night.

Shows like this are hard to find and, sometimes, when your personality is such that stories come to you “on a flaming pie”, you write the kind of books you wish you could find. Thusly, here comes Lola and Twink, starring in The Poppet Master, a metaphysical comedy for empaths and the people who love them.

It’s the kind of book I like to read: sometimes zany, sometimes suspenseful, always magical. Plus, I love when any of the characters address the blurse of being a Highly Sensitive Person.

Check it out. If you like it, leave a positive review on Amazon. If you don’t like it, remember what your mom used to say, “If you can’t say something nice …”

And, of course, here’s you a writing dog:


Lisa Bonnice is an award-winning, best-selling author. Her current passion-project is a series of metaphysical comedy novels. The first is entitled The Poppet Master (previously published as Be Careful What You Witch For!, now revamped and with a new ending). The Poppet Master is a modern-day fairy tale about Lola Garnett, a bored housewife and office drone who wakes up with unexpected psychic abilities, and no instruction manual, and Twink, the reluctant, sarcastic faery assigned to assist and educate her. The Poppet Master is available wherever books are sold. Its sequel is in the works.

Lisa is also writing The Maxwell Curse, a fictionalized version of a story she found in her own ancestral lineage about a witch trial, a generational curse, and massive mine explosion, all of which left ripples of destruction in their wake, devastating one family’s tree.

http://www.lisabonnice.com

A Visit to the Queen of the Fairies

I know that I’ve been talking a lot about riding to the top of the Blackpool Tower as a Bucket List event, but there is another one I’ve been quieter about, and that’s the one I accomplished today. Today I visited Janet’s Foss in Malham, England, the fabled dwelling place of the Queen of the Fairies.


“Why?” you ask? Well, I’ll tell you.

My first novel (a metaphysical comedy which was originally published in 2009 as Be Careful What You Witch For! and will be re-released later this summer with a new ending, under the new title of The Poppet Master) includes a character who comes from here. She’s a fairy named Aethelwyne Eglantina, but the stupid human who she’s been assigned to assist calls her by the embarrassing name of Twink.

In Book 1, we don’t know much about Twink or where she comes from but in Book 2, which is still in the works, we discover that she’s from Janet’s Foss. And, although I’ve done extensive research about the spot and there are lots of gorgeous photos of it online, there’s nothing like an in-person visit to give one a real sense of the look and feel of a place.

The photos I’ve seen online simply don’t do it justice and, I’m quite sure, neither will mine, but I’ll share a few anyway.

Janet’s Foss is a waterfall about a mile outside of a quaint village called Malham. Jeff and I are staying at the Buck Inn, just to take a break from being in the camper, to take a real shower and sleep in a real bed.

The walk to the Foss is breathtaking, even if it was cold and windy, with a hint of rain in the air. I took a bazillion pictures, and here are some of the best to give you an idea of what it looks like on the way there:

There it is, in the photo above, my first view of the waterfall. You can just barely see it through the trees. It literally took my breath away.

And there it is, in all its glory. It’s much higher and impressive than the pictures show. Best of all, as we were leaving to go back to the Inn, I saw these:

And, of course, before I go, here’s you some dogs, playing in the pond at the foot of the Foss.


Lisa Bonnice is an award-winning, best-selling author. Her current passion-project is a series of metaphysical comedy novels. The first is entitled The Poppet Master (previously published as Be Careful What You Witch For!, now revamped and with a new ending). The Poppet Master is a modern-day fairy tale about Lola Garnett, a bored housewife and office drone who wakes up with unexpected psychic abilities, and no instruction manual, and Twink, the reluctant, sarcastic faery assigned to assist and educate her. The Poppet Master will be available in summer 2019. Its sequel is in the works.

Lisa is also writing The Maxwell Curse, a fictionalized version of a story she found in her own ancestral lineage about a witch trial, a generational curse, and massive mine explosion, all of which left ripples of destruction in their wake, devastating one family’s tree.

http://www.lisabonnice.com

The Magic of Music

David Morrissey as Ripley Holden, in the BBC miniseries, Blackpool.

Followers of my blog know why Blackpool, England is on my Bucket List, so I won’t repeat myself. We’ll be there in a couple of days, and today I had a powerful reminder of how I made this happen — the power of music. 


See, once I decided that I wanted to make this trip, I became obsessed with the movie soundtrack. I played it almost non-stop, to the point where Jeff begged me to knock it off, so I wore headphones or only played it when he wasn’t home.

In fact, I even added several of the songs to my walking playlist, to listen to while I power-walked to get in shape for this trip. I would go out and pound the pavement in time to the music and, while I did that, I would fantasize about what it would be like when I was walking in England.

So today, while we were driving north from Glastonbury (we’re spending a couple days in Yorkshire before heading to Blackpool this weekend, while I do some research for an upcoming novel), I was searching for some music on my laptop to play over the camper’s bluetooth radio but couldn’t find any of the music I downloaded for the trip … except for the Blackpool soundtrack.

Interestingly, Jeff was okay with listening to it, so we blasted it as we drove through the rain up the M6, seeing signs for Blackpool along the way. As I listened to these well-loved songs, I remembered what it felt like to be wishing, hoping, praying … manifesting with all of my heart … and it sunk in: it worked!

I felt like I was in a house of mirrors, peering through the looking glass at younger me, the one who was so desperately trying to figure out how to accomplish this difficult goal. I sent her lots of good thoughts, lots of strength, and plenty of knowing that, “It will happen. Don’t give up.” Because here I am, in England, less than 48 hours away from my first in-person sighting of the Blackpool Tower.

No wonder I’ve been having so many psychic dreams about Blackpool and England over the years. My current self is sending messages back in time to my younger self. Well done, me!

And here’s you a dog, listening to music:

Image source


Lisa Bonnice is an award-winning, best-selling author. Her current passion-project is a series of metaphysical comedy novels. The first is entitled The Poppet Master (previously published as Be Careful What You Witch For!, now revamped and with a new ending). The Poppet Master is a modern-day fairy tale about Lola Garnett, a bored housewife and office drone who wakes up with unexpected psychic abilities, and no instruction manual, and Twink, the reluctant, sarcastic faery assigned to assist and educate her. The Poppet Master will be available in summer 2019. Its sequel is in the works.

Lisa is also writing The Maxwell Curse, a fictionalized version of a story she found in her own ancestral lineage about a witch trial, a generational curse, and massive mine explosion, all of which left ripples of destruction in their wake, devastating one family’s tree.

http://www.lisabonnice.com

 

Gorgeous Glastonbury

Ever since I first read one of my all-time favorite books, The Mists of Avalon, about the Arthurian legend of Camelot, I’ve wanted to visit Glastonbury, and today that’s just what we did. I can’t tell you about it better than the official websites can, so instead I’ll mostly post pics today.


Jeff and I climbed the Glastonbury Tor and then visited the Chalice Well, before spending the day in the funky little town center.

The Tor corresponds to the fabled Isle of Avalon, although it’s no longer surrounded by water. We camped at the foot of the Tor at a beautiful campsite, with a view of St. Michael’s Tower right out the front door of our camper.

To get to the top, you have to first climb up a steep back road that eventually brings you to a gated field full of sheep, whose job is to keep the grass cut. They do an excellent job and mostly ignore the humans walking through their meal.

Except these guys. They weren’t thrilled with our presence and scampered away.

Fortunately, there are a few resting places on the way to the top.

It’s a heavy duty climb, but doable, even for old farts like us. In fact, we were soon joined by a tour group of people much older than we are, so we quickly stopped moaning about how hard it was.

Even so, it was a real accomplishment!

By the way, that’s our camper down there.

We climbed down the other side of the hill and then visited the Chalice Well gardens, which are exquisitely beautiful. This blog is already getting too long, so I won’t add any more photos … like yesterday’s blog about Stonehenge, my photos are of the same things that others have posted, so I’ll leave it at this photo of the Well.

Also, if you go in to town, check out Knight’s fish and chips shop. It’s really good!

Before I go, here’s you a cover of a book about the Dogs of Camelot:


Lisa Bonnice is an award-winning, best-selling author. Her current passion-project is a series of metaphysical comedy novels. The first is entitled The Poppet Master (previously published as Be Careful What You Witch For!, now revamped and with a new ending). The Poppet Master is a modern-day fairy tale about Lola Garnett, a bored housewife and office drone who wakes up with unexpected psychic abilities, and no instruction manual, and Twink, the reluctant, sarcastic faery assigned to assist and educate her. The Poppet Master will be available in summer 2019. Its sequel is in the works.

Lisa is also writing The Maxwell Curse, a fictionalized version of a story she found in her own ancestral lineage about a witch trial, a generational curse, and massive mine explosion, all of which left ripples of destruction in their wake, devastating one family’s tree.

http://www.lisabonnice.com

How NOT to visit Stonehenge

The midwinter sunset shines through the gap immediately to the right of the tall rock with the bump on the top.

We finally visited Stonehenge today! I’ve got some cool photos, but I think the most important thing I can share with you is valuable information on how NOT to visit Stonehenge … valuable information I wish I’d had before we began this journey.


We stayed at a groovy little campground nearby, called Stonehenge Touring Park. It’s a lovely place, with lots of gorgeous walking trails, but it comes with your first tip in how NOT to visit Stonehenge:

If you’re going to stay at this campsite, do NOT follow your GPS/SatNav’s instructions to turn up a narrow, grassy, one-way lane, no matter how strongly it insists. You will end up in someone’s secluded driveway and will have no way to turn around without the resident coming out and moving her car. Drive right past this lane and ignore your SatNav’s annoyed moans that she’s “Recalculating…”, and turn up Whatcombe Brow instead.

NO!!! :-O

Yes 😀

Then, when you punch the postal code in to your SatNav to drive to Stonehenge, do NOT use the postal code they offer on their website. Instead, type in “Stonehenge Visitors Center.” Otherwise, your GPS will cheerfully announce “You have arrived at your destination!” when you are on the highway whizzing past Stonehenge, up there on the hill, with no way to get to it.

NO!!! :-O

Yes 😀

Aside from that, I won’t bore you with any of the dozens of photos I took of the stones, as they aren’t any different from any of the others you can see online, aside from the fact that I took them.

Instead, I’ll show you some cool things that you can see there at the visitors center, which I didn’t know about until today.

What it looked like then ….

… and now.

 

 

 

 

 

This is a facial reconstruction of this skeleton. See the pic below for some amazing details they were able to ascertain about this man.

I got a kick out of this, from a wall of profound quotes about Stonehenge in the visitors center:

Before I go, here’s you a cat, instead of a dog, in honor of the Stonehenge Cat Hotel, which you may have noticed on the map, above:


Lisa Bonnice is an award-winning, best-selling author. Her current passion-project is a series of metaphysical comedy novels. The first is entitled The Poppet Master (previously published as Be Careful What You Witch For!, now revamped and with a new ending). The Poppet Master is a modern-day fairy tale about Lola Garnett, a bored housewife and office drone who wakes up with unexpected psychic abilities, and no instruction manual, and Twink, the reluctant, sarcastic faery assigned to assist and educate her. The Poppet Master will be available in summer 2019. Its sequel is in the works.

Lisa is also writing The Maxwell Curse, a fictionalized version of a story she found in her own ancestral lineage about a witch trial, a generational curse, and massive mine explosion, all of which left ripples of destruction in their wake, devastating one family’s tree.

http://www.lisabonnice.com

Days 2-4: Psychic overload, London town and a ghostly cemetery

What a whirlwind these past few days have been! I haven’t had time to blog so I’ll try to fit a lot into a little space. First, I’ll tell more about seeing places I’ve been dreaming about for years, without knowing at the time where they were.


After finally making it to our campground in Edmonton, north of London, after a monstrous first day, we spent the next day wandering around the local town of Enfield — we didn’t have it in us to go to London for sight-seeing, as we originally planned. We waited until Friday to do that, after we recovered a little.

There’s nothing fancy about Enfield, it just happens to be a mile or so from the campground so we drove to the nearest grocery store for extra supplies and then walked around. In the process, I was bowled over by an overwhelmingly constant feeling of deja vu from all of the precognitive dreams I’ve had about this place.

There was nothing remarkable about any of these places, and the dreams I had about them weren’t at all exciting. I just vividly remember dreaming about them. I must have driven Jeff crazy all day, saying over and over, “Oh my God, there’s another place I’ve seen in my dreams!” Here are just a few of them:

Every one of these places brought back such powerful memories that I felt almost sickened. I was really weirded out by the end of the day. No idea what any of this means, and I’m not sure if I’ll ever find out.

The next day, we hopped on a double-decker bus into London. I took far more pictures than I could possibly share, but here are the highlights:

It’s bigger on the inside.

I’m not sure what he’s doing to that poor goose, but he’s been doing it for many years.

St. Paul’s Cathedral, where the old women sold bird food for tuppence a bag.

Big Ben, under construction.

This morning we headed west, bright and early. It was a much different experience driving today, leaving London, because the highways are as wide as American ones, unlike the painfully narrow city streets of London, which were built hundreds of years ago for horse-drawn carriages.

Today we’re at a campground near Stonehenge. We wandered down a lane nearby and found a gorgeous olde church that was built in the 1300s and its adjacent cemetery. I took a few pictures, cuz who can resist a charming English lane, an olde church and a grave with a rainbow ghost?

 Tomorrow, we’re off to Stonehenge and then Glastonbury, before we head north. Blackpool, we’ll see you next weekend!


Lisa Bonnice is an award-winning, best-selling author. Her current passion-project is a series of metaphysical comedy novels. The first is entitled The Poppet Master (previously published as Be Careful What You Witch For!, now revamped and with a new ending). The Poppet Master is a modern-day fairy tale about Lola Garnett, a bored housewife and office drone who wakes up with unexpected psychic abilities, and no instruction manual, and Twink, the reluctant, sarcastic faery assigned to assist and educate her. The Poppet Master will be available in summer 2019. Its sequel is in the works.

Lisa is also writing The Maxwell Curse, a fictionalized version of a story she found in her own ancestral lineage about a witch trial, a generational curse, and massive mine explosion, all of which left ripples of destruction in their wake, devastating one family’s tree.

http://www.lisabonnice.com