The Purple Jacket - A Gift From Africa`s Animal Kingdom

I do hope that my stories of miraculous healings, and how they came about, plus some metaphysical meanderings as well as my daily life, will fill your days with hope, healing, creativity and the Great Mystery.
Cheers
C.M.W

 Now that our rented shed had somehow ended up a community centre, and was very busy, there was no room left for sculpting. Often people would be in the shed having 'hands on healing' or having a deep and meaningful conversation with another soul etc. when all they could hear was my partner banging away (usually in the doorway) at his fantastic creations. What a creative man. Anyhow people started to get quite angry with him and would wish he would shut up or go away!!
My partner hadn`t contributed financially for ages and I knew he was getting itchy feet.We had had such an amazing time together in Tanzania, but now it just wasn`t working. It had always been an emotionally difficult relationship even though we loved each other very much.  End result was that he moved on to greener pastures.
After Africa I had heaps of energy and a new lease on life.
I continued on with the Quality of Life Resource Centre open to everyone, and anyone, seven days a week.
A much needed free service to those that wanted to expand their consciousness through meditation, chanting, selfless service, communing with like minded souls etc. A vast library on all aspects of quality of life ranging from spirituality through to health, herbs, medicine (Eastern & Western), diet, metaphysics, psychology and emotional healing, yoga etc art, gardening and sustainability was offered, as well as a huge amount of workshops pertaining to quality of life. Never a dull moment. Love in action was the ethics in 'The Shed'.

The Purple Jacket

Every time I wear this purple jacket I feel like the angels are hugging me. Below is the fascinating story of how this jacket came into my possession

One day an elderly man, who had spent the afternoon in 'the shed', asked a favour of me. "Christabel, I was wondering if you could possibly help me out?" His pleading eyes set the tone of his request, "I can`t find anyone to help me out tomorrow."
I didn't particularly want to be away all day but I knew I had nothing planned and I also knew that there would be people visiting the shed who could look after it whilst I did whatever he wanted, so I asked "What is it that you want me to do?"
 "I need someone to drive one of my cars down to Cairns. You see, I am selling one." He stopped for a breath and then continued, "I will follow you down, pick you up from the drop-off place, and then bring you home. Should be home by 1.30pm."
After a bit more chat, it was decided that he would pick me up at 10am the following morning.


We arrived in Cairns a little after 11.30am. The kind elderly gentleman was very grateful for my help. "Christabel, I just have to go and pick up a couple of things. How about I drop you off at The Pier. I will meet you upstairs in the food section around 12.30pm,  that way you can have a drink whilst you are waiting for me."
I agreed. Most of us try and kill three birds with one stone if we visit Cairns. Makes perfect sense.


12.30pm came and went. 1.00pm., 1.30pm, 2.00pm 2.30pm all came and went. I was starving. I had had one cup of coffee, was now starving, and headachey from lack of food, and had no other dollars on me. Yes, I had emptied my bag out searching for an illusive dollar or two. Nothing. Actually none to my name!
 It was hot, and I was bothered.  "BLOODY R-----!  WHERE THE HELL IS HE?" I muttered rather loudly. It was so dam hot. I needed water and I was really pissed off.


Sometimes weird things happen to me. Sometimes spirit (or maybe a spirit), takes me by the hand. Yes, I literally feel as if someone takes hold of my hand and pulls me away, or rather leads me somewhere.
This is what happened next.
I could feel the energy take hold of my hand and stand me up. When this happens I become very quiet and very vague. I was then led to the stairs, down the stairs, and then to the posh shops on the ground floor.
Next I watched myself be taken in ,by the spirit, to a very upmarket leather shop. I don`t know what the upmarket, slick shopkeeper must have thought. Here I was, in a brightly coloured sarong, possibly looking like I was spaced out, walking, or should I say floating, into a sea of extravagantly and beautifully designed leather garments of all colours and sizes. The energy still had hold of my hand. I was led past the shopkeeper and straight to the back left-hand corner of the boutique. Once there, my hand was thrust into a row of leather jackets. I watched my hand grab hold of something and then pull out the softest of all the leather jackets. It was the colour purple.
 " Lovely Dear" the 'on the ball' eager shopkeeper whispered. "Try it on."
A few seconds later I was being hugged by the softest, most beautiful leather I have ever felt. It fitted perfectly.
 " That colour is your colour, and doesn't it fit you perfectly!"


Even though I was still feeling very spaced-out, vague, and rather separate from my body, I somehow muttered the words "How much?"
  "Only  $650 as it happens to be on special."
  "It`s lovely, but I think I will leave it for now," I found myself saying, hoping that I hadn't given away my penniless situation.
After softly thanking the lady for her assistance I glided straight back through the shop and into the shopping mall.
My anger had completely disappeared along with my headache.I looked up to see if R.....  was waiting for me upstairs in the Food Court. He wasn't. "Oh well - if only I could find some dollars for a drink and some food"
I decided to again rummage through my bag thinking that maybe I had missed a pocket or corner.
Once again I plunged my desperate hand into my bag and to my utter amazement I pulled out heaps and heaps of paper notes!!! South African money!!
How strange. I hadn't exchanged any Tanzanian money into South African money. When I left Tanzania I had had only a few dollars left, so I didn't bother to change it as I thought I would add it to my daughter`s money collection back home. I never had any South African money. Our employer had flown us (on one of his jets) into Sth Africa, where we almost immediately boarded our plane out of Africa. There was no need for any money. We still had a few South African dollars ( enough for a drink) from when we first arrived in Africa.
I couldn't believe my eyes. Still very vague I turned around, and there right next to where I was standing was a Money Exchange. I slowly walked one pace and then handed the wad of notes under the grid to the cashier. 
 " That`s six hundred and eighty Australian dollars Mam." The cashier announced, as he counted out the dollars before pushing the money back to me. 


The smartly dressed chic shopkeeper was taken aback when moments later I had glided back into her expensive Italian Leather Boutique. "Did you forget something?" She queried.
 "I think I`ll take the jacket." I said, as I handed over the six hundred and fifty dollars.


Minutes later I was on the escalator heading back up to the R---less Food Court, carrying in my right hand a beautiful bag in which my soft purple Italian Jacket was resting. 
  " Hope R-- doesn't come for a while as I`m going to order a coffee and quiche" I said to myself "That`s if there is any food left!"


That night I thought about a lot of things. About Africa, about the Universe, the meaning of life, about selfless service and about all that I do to facilitate love for each other and our beautiful Planet Earth. In Africa I worked to heal the land and to heal and protect the animals. In Africa I had no access to any Mastercard, Visa, Bankcard, or any other money source. In fact I didn't have any Debit, or Credit cards, or any money in the bank, and neither did my friend Somerset. I lived on trust and without any expectations.
If I had had $650 in my bank account I would have spent it buying juicing machines and wheatgrass juicers for cancer sufferers, or maybe library books. There is no way I would have spent any of it on myself, and definitely would never ever have thought of buying a leather jacket. My life was about setting up the Quality of Life Centre!
Conclusion:
This probably won`t make sense to you BUT
I think the Purple Jacket was a Thankyou gift from the animals in Africa. Leather suggests that. South African money suggests that. Spiritually purple is a high vibration. It`s as if the animal spirits are hugging me. Nothing else makes sense to me. Blessings and thankyou to Mother Earth.

Twiga

We live in a sea of divine essence. We are all connected to absolutely everything. You and me, the animals, insects, birds, flowers, trees etc etc. Our vibration touches all and when we are filled with the spirit, and have a warm, loving, compassionate heart our vibrations intermingle more fully with the whole. The more loving, the more creative,  the higher our vibration and the deeper our connection to the source.
Our challenge is to know this. Our challenge is to work with our shadow transmuting anger, fear and suffering so that our inner light can touch all.


Many blessings & heaps of love
CMW Christabel Mary Wilson

Africa - Channeling, in Indian, what was needed

Hello again,
Could only find a couple of photos.



CMW with the boys in Tanzania

 Here I am talking to 'the boys' that we hired to work for us. None of them could actually drive, though I had been trying to teach one of them.
None of the boys spoke English. My partner Somerset had somehow managed to get this truck to work. This was near to the end of our time in the Selous. As you can see the boys were really happy working and there is no sign of drunkeness or lack of self-worth!

It is amazing how quickly you learn to understand and communicate with each other even though you don`t speak each other`s language!
We had stopped for a cuppa at the end of the day. This chap we hired later on. He had been educated in Dar Es Salem and was very interested in the healing arts. He taught me various African healing ways, and I taught the boys reflexology, nutrition etc as well as teaching one of the boys (who happened to have a giant mystic cross on his palm) hands on healing.
They became interested in healing when they witnessed one of the boys being healed of a painful hernia. So twice a week we had healing evenings.
Cerebral malaria was rampant all over Tanzania. We often had men in camp who had malaria. As we had no medication at all,and had no anti malaria tabs. I would do hands on healing on the men.
We had very basic type bedding with no mosquito nets. Millions of mosquitoes everywhere.

We ended up building a bridge inside the Selous, over a rather deep creek cutting, in order to be able to actually get to the 'Camp' where we were working. My partner Somerset was very talented in every creative way. A couple of weeks beforehand, Somery and I set off back to Dar Es Salem and forced our employer to purchase what we needed for the bridge. We bought the iron  and tools whilst there and then ordered the goods to be all put in a container/carriage on the train.
I actually channeled, in Indian, what we needed much to the shop attendants surprise! Mine too! I can say this - everyone jumped to attention and quickly assembled all the goods that I rattled off!! If that hadn`t have happened I think we would still be there arguing with the Indian shopkeepers and attendants.
Somery fixed the Bedford truck ready for picking up goods from the train. WE had to travel for a few hours to get to the railway line and Station - what station? Trains arrive when they arrive. The train was a day late so we had to all (the boys, Somery and I) had to sleep on the truck. We had no water, no food and were quite exhausted. Wild elephants went on a rampage that night passing only a couple of meters away from the Bedford. Thankfully no wild cats visited.


Wild elephant finally leaving camp

 We had many wild animals in camp. The night before this photo was taken we had seven elephants in camp. This one happily stayed just outside my hut, ripping off branches. I actually woke up wondering what all the noise was.
Another time I had just switched off the generator ( nobody else would scoot down the bank to do it as many snakes etc as well) and was heading back to my hut when stopping in my tracks I thought I saw another hut! It was dark and I could make out a rather large shape between me and the boys` huts. After adjusting my eyes I realized it was the bull elephant back again. No wonder nobody was walking around. I froze. Then all fear disappeared and I relaxed and put myself in the space between the words.
 I decided to see myself as invisible.. I breathed in thought patterns of invisibility and then I very quietly and slowly kept going in the direction of my hut. The elephant stayed put until I was happily back in my hut. Maybe my tactics worked? maybe the angels were looking after me? or maybe it was just good luck.  I do know my 'meditative' and 'Now' state of mind often got me out of some very sticky, and tricky situations!

Hoped you enjoyed the photos
Cheers  CMW

Creativity The great Soul Healer - An African Story

I do hope that my stories of miraculous healings, and how they came about, plus some metaphysical meanderings as well as my daily life, will fill your days with hope, healing, creativity and the Great Mystery.
Cheers
C.M.W

A few years ago my then partner and I were employed to work within a remote area of the Selous Game Reserve in Tanzania. Our job was to manage, and enovate, an old deserted camp situated on the plain overlooking Stiegler`s Gorge and the great Rufigi River. The dilapidated  camp was the habitat of wild elephant, lion, baboon, rhino, zebra, giraffe, , wildebeest etc. etc. as well as many snakes, hundreds of squirrels, wild bees and billions of huge cockroaches. When we first arrived at camp the only water available for drinking had oil floating on top and the little bit of stagnant water was in the bottom of a rusted out forty-four gallon drum! So we had to collect our drinking water by hand, upstream at least two kilometres, where after we had navigated on foot through buffalo, rhino etc land we could climb down to the crocodile-infested great Rufgi River with our old containers! This is another story!!


With a little maize, some dirty water and much courage, we set to work employing some Africans from a village about five hours drive away.


All of the men in the village seemed to be heavy drinkers. To our amazement the duka only sold beer, Arnotts? biscuits, neatly packaged in motel type packags of two biscuits, and sugar. Loads of it!
Most of the villagers had never been out of their village or ever seen a white man, never mind a blonde white woman, yet they had access to beer!!!! All seemed so crazy. Nobody spoke English. Charades was in.
We somehow managed to employ eight men ranging from eighteen to sixty years old and immediately brought them back to the camp, along with their swags. All were drunk.


Before leaving Dar-Es-Salam we had been warned by our Indian employers, as well as their African staff, that we will never be able to coerce any villagers into actually working. `Nice idea, but you know they won't actually do any work' The head cook had said to us in confidence.
Laughing, the Indians had shouted at us as the train pulled out of Dar-Es-Salam station"GOOD LUCK'


Yes those Indians seemed to know what they were talking about.
The first week in camp was a nightmare. Our charges were rude and inconsiderate to us, and to each other,
and absolutely hated the idea of working. It was a real battle to get them out of bed, never mind to help with the cooking and labouring. By the third day all their alcohol supplies were finished and there was no means of aquiring any more. They all had no self-esteem whatsoever and were now even more abusive and aggressive towards us as well as each other. Interesting. Charades were very much our way of communicating.
The men spoke no English and I spoke only a little Swahili, my partner none. Nobody could be trusted to follow any requests, and some of our belongings seemed to grow wings.You can imagine the scene,  a bit like Fawlty Towers African style!


With a little love, listening, sharing and creativity all this was soon to change. By the end of the first month the change in these men was colossal.


Soon after we arrived I decided to make a sculpture for my wall out of wood, rocks and vines. In the moonlight I started to carve the front of an old woooden cupboard I had found that was half rotten. At lunchtime I carved a couple of bits of branches to hang my clothes on and statred to make some earings out of little rocks and some old electrical wire I had found. As I created I often would start singing and indeed I would sing for at least an hour every night to 'tone' the land and call in the animals. The boys, whom I had never heard singing, were fascinated. My you I was the only woman in camp.
My partner, Somerset, fashioned some beautiful bangles, also out of electrical wire, and before long, and after some encouragement, the "boys" joined in, making their on creations also out of the old electrical wire.
The "boys" delighted in their bangles, which they all very proudly wore around their wrists.
Somery and I also made didgeridoos, out of various bits of pipe, and a huge chime that we insisted had to be played by our cook to call us in for meals!
Creativity and self-expression began to set fire in the camp. The more creative the boys became, the happier they were. Soul Food. The camp now was filled with song and laughter.


Self -esteem and the joy of living had replacd drunkeness and unworthiness. Each morning we were the slow-coaches now. All fighting had disappeared. Laughter and song could be heard wherever the "boys" worked, and those boys worked hard!


Adding creativity to their lives had transformed them. They had become self-assured, happy, creative, thoughtful and trustworthy human beings. Witnessing this transformation was one of the happiest times of my life.

I will try and find some photos of Africa to post, no promises though as I have moved a few times since Africa, and most of the time spent there was lived in the moment which didn`t include lugging my Olympus 35 mm around!

Until next time,
Cheers CMW