What the hell is going through some peoples heads? I find myself asking that a hell of a lot lately.

Saw a news article over the weekend about an anti lockdown protest in London. They were also protesting about vaccines. I’m all for love and light but when people want to stop giving vaccines to children that stop them catching and dying from preventable diseases it really makes you think.

Would they be happy for their child to be marched in front of a firing squad with bad aim, where there is a better than even chance their child would die? The answer would be a resounding no. But this is the very thing they are protesting. “STOP VACCINATIONS, I WANT MY CHILD TO DIE FROM A PREVENTABLE DISEASE”.

The fact that the science they claim to believe has been disproven so many times doesn’t even seem to come into it. There is no scientific link between the vaccination process and autism. However, there is a link between a child catching and dying from a disease that the vaccination process prevents. For the love of god please keep kids safe.

You can also follow the government advice to keep yourself and others safe too.

This last week seems to have been one of anniversaries. Well there only been two that spring to mind but they’re both cool.

The first is going back ten years. It involves a trip to the theatre. It was in Blackpool. It involved lots of people having a good time. There was dressing up. There was singing. There were fishnets, basques, heels, pearls and a lab coat. If you hadn’t guessed it’s when I went to Blackpool with some friends to see The Rocky Horror Show. From what I remember it was a great night, plenty of partying, plenty of friends and Plenty of fun. I’ve no idea if I’ve shared pictures of this on here before but here are a couple of pictures from that night:

You have to bear in mind that when this happened I was straight and I was married. Now when you’ve finished laughing about that, that’s how I tried to be 10 years ago.

I have been a fan of the Rocky Horror Show for a long time. I think it started when I was about 10 maybe younger at a scorpion sailing nationals in Poole. Some of the older kids were listening to the soundtrack from the film, I heard it and my sister and I left determined at some point to see the film. So not long after that we saw the film and the rest, as they say, is history. I haven’t actually seen the film for a few years but I can almost guarantee that I still know the script word for word. In fact I can safely say I’m one of those really annoying people to be around when it’s on.

Watch this bit, do you see that person there, remember their face, you’ll see them again soon. All along with a running commentary of the script and the singing (badly) the songs and adding in the audience participation parts. Yes for normal film fan it’s bloody annoying but that film is awesome and the stage show is even better.

The role of Frank N Furter has been played by so many amazing people. From Tim Curry the star of the film to Duncan James (the guy from Blue) and loads of others, defat to many to mention. All of them have brought their own things to the iconic role.

Back to anniversaries. On 24 October it was 15 years since I completed my Reiki Masters. That in itself is something to be proud of. Yes I haven’t done much with it, I’ve only attuned one person and only practiced on friends and family but the fact I’ve been using reiki now for over 15 years is something special. I still see Reiki as a bit of a gateway drug to psychic stuff and mediumship as I’m sure that if I hadn’t done that so long ago I wouldn’t be who, what and where I am today. Spirit and psychic wise, I do not blame it one bit for the fact I’m gay or disabled but it has helped me to come to terms and deal with these things.

Talking of Reiki I said last week that I was planning a reiki share, it happened and went really really well. It was all online and it was a bit different because of that but everyone involved got something from it. New ways of working and different experiences. It was great to have time to talk to people about the way they use reiki, swap ideas and experiences and different ways of working. Not that you’re interested but here are my reiki certificates:

So the other things I’ve been doing this week are working with stamps and alcohol markers:

I’ve also coloured in a couple of digi stamps but I haven’t got pictures of them. I haven’t done much if any tangling this week. I’ve had new toys and crafty bits to play with. I have made a paper flower though:

I’ve done a card reading for the crystal group on Facebook and a bit of card making but nothing major arty really.

One of the big things that happened this week is that I had a trip to the dentist to have some teeth taken out. In the past going to the dentist hasn’t bothered me. This time I was scared shitless. I think that was partly down to the fact I had built it up and had been mulling it over for a few weeks and the change in medication.

It went without a hitch, the dentist explained things clearly and slowly and talked me through the process and let me know what to expect. He even told me that if I feel any pain to let him know and he would use more anaesthetic. Everything he did made me feel so much better and easier about the process. He did the injections which were painful and uncomfortable and then gave it a few minutes to take effect then the work began. The first thing he did caused a bit of sensitive type pain. I told him and true to his word another injection with more anaesthetic then everything was fine. The most painful part of the process was the first injection, that hurt. The most uncomfortable part while it was happening was my top lip kept catching between the tools he was using and my front teeth. Afterward, when the anaesthetic had worn off, there was some discomfort and pain in my jaw, not the holes that were left. My jaw hurt because of the way he had to hold my jaw to pull out my teeth. I think the fact I’m almost constantly drugged up has helped keep any other pain at bay.

A bit of a gross thing happened when I started with salt mouthwashes yesterday though. While I was eating I kept feeling something flapping about in the back of my mouth. I asked mum if it was normal to feel a fall of skin or something where the teeth had been taken from. She said it was and I didn’t think anything else of it until last night when it started to really get annoying. So I got mum to have a look and see if everything was ok. So lay on my back on mum and dads bed with my mouth open and mum looking in my mouth using a torch. She said there’s something there. She thought it was skin. She went to pull on it but didn’t get that far due to the fact I cringed and held her hand back. But she said that after a salt mouthwash the skin flap would probably just fall out. So off to the kitchen I go to sort out the mouthwash and after the first few swills out of my mouth falls a piece of cotton gauze. I thought it was vile but carried on with the mouth wash to try and clean out anything else that might be in there. After that I went back upstairs and asked mum to have another look and see if there was anything else in there. Me slightly stressing thinking oh my god I’m going to lose my jaw because something is in the whole and I’ll get an infection and blah blah blah that all ended with my jaw either falling of or needing to be removed. That just the way my fucked up brain works and it always goes to the worst possible outcome of any situation. So yeah mum had another look and she said everything looks clear. I’ll be carrying on with the salt mouthwashes for a while as it’s one of the best ways to clean the area and help it heal. Reiki an other things will help that along too. The only thing now is that my tongue keeps brushing round the area and it keeps wanting to dig about in the holes that are left. I’m trying to not doit but that’s not as easy as it sounds. The good thing is though that I’m not getting any pain or discomfort from it.

That’s enough about my essay about going to the dentist. Last week I wanted to talk about a poem/song I came across while watching Family Guy. During the episode Peter sang the song Halfway down the stair after getting his head stuck through the banister slats. Anyway after hearing bits of the song I started digging, I found a you tube video of the song being sung by Robin from the muppets (Kermit’s nephew) after that I found that it was actually a poem by A A Milne here’s the poem:

Halfway down the stairs
is a stair
where i sit.
there isn’t any
other stair
quite like
it.
i’m not at the bottom,
i’m not at the top;
so this is the stair
where
I always
stop.

Halfway up the stairs
Isn’t up
And it isn’t down.
It isn’t in the nursery,
It isn’t in town.
And all sorts of funny thoughts
Run round my head.
It isn’t really
Anywhere!
It’s somewhere else
Instead!

The reason this got my attention was that it rang true for what Harvey does while he’s here. If dads watching something on TV and I’m in the dining room he sits on the stairs watching his iPad. Either way I thought the poem fit and rang true for him and I think the poem is quite good anyway.

This weekend I’ve become a fit of a fan of The Mentalist on Fox. I seem to find it really interesting and it’s one of those where I’ll pause it if I have to leave the room. I think I’ll have to do some digging and see if I can binge watch the series somewhere.

So yeah, that’s it from me at the moment. Stay safe and stay healthy.

Love and light.