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Debbie Wild


Telephone 07773 318830


Paul Cooper


Telephone 07968 561779




My regression therapy with Debbie revealed the source of some long-term behavioural problems and the origin of some health problems. With what I have learned I have been able to make changes in my life and improve things noticeably. I would have no hesitation in recommending this to anyone in the future, it certainly helped me. J



Poetry & Words


This being human is a guest house


The Four Agreements


Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate


A Soul's Journey


                          Prayer Before Birth


I am not yet born: O hear me.

Let not the bloodsucking bat or the rat or the stoat or the club-footed ghoul come near me.


I am not yet born, console me:

I fear that the human race may with tall walls wall me,

With strong drugs dope me, with wise lies lure me,'

on black racks rack me

in blood baths roll me.


I am not yet born; provide me

With water to dandle me, grass to grow for me, trees to talk

to me, sky to sing for me, birds and white light

in the back of my mind to guide me


I am not yet born; forgive me

For the sins that in me the world shall commit, my words

when they speak me, my thoughts when they think me,

my treason engendered by traitors beyond me,

my life when they murder by means of my

hands, my death when they live me.


I am not yet born; rehearse me

In the parts I must play and the cues I must take when

Old men lecture me, bureaucrats hector me, mountains

frown at me, lovers laugh at me, the white

waves call me to folly and the desert calls

me to doom and the begger refuses

my gift and my children curse me.


I am not yet bourn; O hear me,

Let not the man who is beast or thinks he is God

come near me.


I am not yet born, O fill me

With the strength against those who would freeze my

humanity, would dragoon me into a lethal automation,

would make me a cog in a machine, a thing with

one face, a thing and against all those

who would dissipate my entirety, would

blow me like thistledown hither and

 thither or hither and thither

like water held in the

hands would spill me


Let them not make me a stone and let them not spill me.

Otherwise kill me.



Louis Macneice



I have come to drag you out of yourself and take you in my heart.

I have come to bring out the beauty you never knew you had and lift you like a prayer to the sky. - Rumi


"I went there of my own free will.
I went there in my finest gown,
With my rarest Jewels
With my Queen of Heaven crown.
In the Underworld
At each of the Seven Gates
I was stripped Seven times
Of all I thought I was
Till I stood bare in who I really am."
~Inanna, Goddess for Embracing the Shadows


Prologue – by Emmanuel  (through Pat Rodegast)

The gifts I wish to give you

Are my deepest love

The safety of truth,

The wisdom of the universe

And the reality of oneness


With these four things, nothing will deter you.

You will follow your hearts

Swiftly to your destination

Which is Home


I know there is confusion and doubt

And what appears to be chaos

Can you see

That beneath these surface shadows

There is eternal Light?


This earth plane

Is neither the beginning nor the end

Of your existence,

It is simply a step, a schoolroom


My friends let me impress upon you

How solidly

You are planted in eternity

How brilliantly

You can shine in your own physical world

How possible

It all is

How beautifully

The Plan is designed


In the Plan no soul is alone

No soul is ever lost


Undress yourself

of all that you wear

everything that conceals your soul

and encases your heart

like armour

leave it all

on the floor

show yourself



as you were

when you were a star

as you still are

brilliant, like the sun

engulfing everything with its beauty

its unspeakable radiance

the need for costumes

and disguises is over

now, show everyone

what I can see

the you, that lives under the cloak

the spark of light

that dances in the astral

like an intoxicated firefly

with no burdens, worries or cares

nothing can stop it

from flying, from being free

                                                Biljana Ivanisevic


We have come to be danced
Not the pretty dance
Not the pretty pretty, pick me, pick me dance
But the claw our way back into the belly
Of the sacred, sensual animal dance
The unhinged, unplugged, cat is out of its box dance
The holding the precious moment in the palms
Of our hands and feet dance.

We have come to be danced
Not the jiffy booby, shake your booty for him dance
But the wring the sadness from our skin dance
The blow the chip off our shoulder dance.
The slap the apology from our posture dance.

We have come to be danced
Not the monkey see, monkey do dance
One two dance like you
One two three, dance like me dance
but the grave robber, tomb stalker
Tearing scabs and scars open dance
The rub the rhythm raw against our soul dance.

We have come to be danced
Not the nice, invisible, self-conscious shuffle
But the matted hair flying, voodoo mama
Shaman shakin’ ancient bones dance
The strip us from our casings, return our wings
Sharpen our claws and tongues dance
The shed dead cells and slip into
The luminous skin of love dance.

We have come to be danced
Not the hold our breath and wallow in the shallow end of the floor dance
But the meeting of the trinity, the body breath and beat dance
The shout hallelujah from the top of our thighs dance
The mother may I?
Yes you may take 10 giant leaps dance
The olly olly oxen free free free dance
The everyone can come to our heaven dance.

We have come to be danced
Where the kingdom’s collide
In the cathedral of flesh
To burn back into the light
To unravel, to play, to fly, to pray
To root in skin sanctuary
We have come to be danced

-Jewel Mathieson


Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths

Enwrought with golden and silver light

The blue and the dim and the dark cloths

Of night and light and the half-light,

I would spread the cloths under your feet:

But I, being poor, have only my dreams;

I have spread my dreams under your feet;

Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.




The Universal Greeting


I offer you peace
I offer you friendship
I offer you love
I hear your needs
I see your beauty
I feel your feelings
All wisdom flows from the Highest Source
I honour that Source in you
Let us work together
For you are my own true self.

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