Nothing yet Something

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What motivates you?

This is me sitting here not writing

Motivating me? Nothing does. I’m an ambivert. Both introvert and extrovert.

As such I can really, really, want to go out and conquer the world, and 100% not want to go out and see anyone. It’s confusing.

To love meeting people and wanting loads of friends, yet disliking going out and preferring to be quiet. All at the same time.

No I don’t put it down to my star sign, Gemini. That means that you’re equally happy alone or with people, and I’m not. I’m neither completely happy alone nor completely comfortable with people.

I put it down to people. I’m the most optimistic person born when it comes to people. I’m absolutely certain I’m going to like everyone that I meet. I want to meet people.

I don’t give a toss about race, colour, creed, gender, religion, unless it’s something that upsets you or brings you pain. Then that matters very much and I’m here to listen and understand as best I can. If I don’t understand because I don’t have your experience, I will respect what it means to you and support you as best I can.

However, my family were not the kindest people. Very likeable but incredibly messed up. So much jealousy and one upmanship on mum’s side, so much anger. A lot of indifference on dad’s side. Much nicer people though.

I have a feeling that my mum put a wedge between my dad and his very warm family. She felt that she wasn’t good enough, that they looked down on her. I don’t think they were capable of it. Extremely nice, kind, down-to-earth, funny people.

Their puppy did try to throw me in a fish pond when I was about two, maybe three, but Auntie Ciss saved me so we got past that.

As a result my dominant force was mum’s family, and that wasn’t going to bring anyone up sane. I had to do a tremendous amount of inner work and learning to become the person I wanted to be. If you want to know why I’m more soul than human – that’s why. I learned from the right force.

Our true definition is soul incarnating as human, on Earth. Our diversity is the most exciting thing about us. We don’t need religion we need God and the angels. Pronounce God your way.

How does this all go to motivation?

Add in a psychotic ex and a workaholic current husband and I lost a lot of confidence. I met Tony, he was the one, no doubt. Felt like the luckiest person on Earth, and then he went to work. 7 am to often 8/9 pm, and he was nearly always an hour at least from home. When he wasn’t he just stayed later.

We moved around the country, and I have made friends that I still have, I’ve also left them behind. Writers are motivated by connection to people and what they observe as they wander through life. I don’t wander.

That’s why more of my blogs are about thinking than being somewhere amazing. In big cities you only have to leave your front door to be bombarded by inspiration. In quiet places it’s, not so varied.

Why are people trudging through our shopping centre? They need something. Why is that person looking at Big Ben with that peculiar expression? Is there a thriller here? Is there a cat stuck? Why is that person standing with their head against that religious statue in tears? Is there a broken love story here?

The motivation isn’t the same. Boredom is the most demotivating experience of all. When the muse visits, I strike like a ninja. But would you want to pop in for coffee? I wouldn’t. Most of my life is lived linked to a different world. It’s great in the right company though.

The daily question makes sure I write something everyday, and I’m so grateful for that. Thank you. Thank you supporters and readers. you are truly and genuinely important to me.

Best love and gratitude

Deb xx

This would make me think – but I know the story behind it 💖

Published by debdancingstarhawken7

I'm a writer, public speaker, medium, and spiritual thinker. I suffered from acute anxiety from the age of 16 until I was well into my 50s, when I finally found methods that helped me to put it behind me. My struggles led to me exploring life through poetry, then plays, and over a 15 year period I made notes for a self help book which I published in 2015. Details on the book page. Although I am a psychic medium and loved the work, it didn’t feel right for me. It was an utter privilege, but my path was the exploration of what it means to be spirit in the real world and how we can make practical use of those abilities. Nowadays I write, blog, and teach soul-centred living, which is a gentle way of undoing past programming and connecting to your essential self, or soul. If you’re interested email me and we can chat. No pressure, it’s right for you or it’s not and you will know. The groups meet on line so no going out on cold, wet, winter’s evenings. On a personal note, I’m based in the UK. Married with five cats, no children, and four grandchildren, thanks to our inherited daughter, who has gifted us four beautiful little people that bring us such joy. Hope you enjoy the blogs. Deb xx

23 thoughts on “Nothing yet Something”

    1. When I was a very little girl I used to have dreams of a woman who was the oldest of sextuplets by one minute. All girls. All identical. Their names were Marina, Marguerite, Jenny, Simone, Sabrina, and Juliette. Never Jennifer though, always Jenny. They went around helping people, if someone was ill or injured they would lay their hands on them and they would be cured. If Marie didn’t know what to do she could make a wall disappear and walk through onto a mountainside, near the top. There was a cave there and a man would come out and sit on a large rock with her, tell her what to do, and she would go back and sort out the problem. They travelled the world as a singing group. This may sound like just a childish dream. But I was six! I could have hear the names Marina, as in Princess Marina, and Marguerite, probably Jenny. But I recall when I first met a Sabrina as a teenager and thought what an unusual name it was. As to Simone no. Juliette obviously I could have heard because of Shakespeare. It always struck me that the names were a bit fancy for a 6 year old in her second year at school, living in South London when it wasn’t particularly multicultural. I’m also sure I wouldn’t have known of sextuplets, they’re hardly common, certainly weren’t then. The really weird part, of my very unusual life, was that when I discovered that I was a Medium in the middle of a phone call (not a clothes shop LOL), I was given a spirit guide (guardian angel is another name for them). It was only about 5 years ago when we were talking that I realised that the man I saw in my dreams was my current guide Amos. Weird story I know, but my life has taken some fascinating turns. Also very practical, some people might have fluffy and super spiritual guides, mine kicks butt! So there you go, long story, one I can’t fully explain except to say it’s a bit magical and that’s rather nice to have. Xx

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      1. Oh my gosh, that is something dream and one story. Imagine you remembered all the names and then everything else. Strange and fascinating. Whoever would even dream of sextuplets? Does that mean you are one of the sextuplets? I like that your spiritual guide kicks butt, break those stereotypes 😄.

        I don’t remember my dreams and you can vividly recall a dream you had at such a young age… 😀. You are fascinating and magical ✨️

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  2. I don’t remember dreams either, but this went on throughout my early childhood and I used to daydream about it. I now think that I was meeting with soul group members, what I called daydreams I would now call visualisations. When we connect in my groups we go to Spirit and spend time there healing and getting help with problems. Yesterday they did that with two or three words. It was mind blowing. So simple and effortless. I was Marina.

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    1. Oh my gosh you were one of them , that is so exciting 😁. But imagine to have a recurring dream throughout… what you thought were daydreams were actually visualizations, that is mind blowing. I guess you were sort of chosen from childhood then. Not every daydream is a visualization.

      Does that mean you can heal people? I’m sure you can already help but healing works differently I guess.

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      1. Yes and I very much know that. I went got training because I accidentally heated a lady at university. She said she had a bad neck, and I just laid my hands on her shoulder briefly and said you poor thing.

        She jumped and said “ow that burnt”, when I looked there were two imprints of my hand on her shoulder, she said the pain was gone. I immediately went for training because I knew that had to be controlled, I couldn’t do that by accident. It was years before I tied it back to those daydreams.

        Nowadays I work at a soul level, helping people to find their own way guided by their own light. I am a trained healer but I was also told by Tony Stockwell, a UK medium, that I’m a voice healer, so I need to speak to people and use that.

        I’ve had healing and it was brilliant. But I’m guided to make people their own tool for change and healing. Introducing them to their own power. Helping them work out what they need. Showing them how magical they are.

        What do you do? What motivates you to write?

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      2. That sounds scary and thrilling too. What you’re doing is lovely. Helping people find their magic and also heal themselves sounds brilliant. We all have power in us but we don’t know how to harness it, I’m sure a majority of us fall in that category.

        I’m a sahm of 2, a teen boy and 8 year old girl. I have so many thoughts and ideas you know. They’re locked up in my head. Blogging has allowed me to voice them out a little.. I only knew I wanted to write, I’ve never seen myself as creative… writing makes me feel I’ve accomplished something for myself and not anyone else.
        I enjoy writing, the thoughts I cannot share are tucked elsewhere 😅.

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