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I’m wondering why almost everyone I know is on some kind of antidepressant or anti-anxiety medication, and the rest are suffering from chronic stress-related illnesses and get sick too often to be normal. (I’m including myself here too). I am rapidly coming to the inescapable conclusion that when everyone is sick, perhaps it’s not us as individuals to blame. We all think that something is wrong with us. But when everyone and everything is sick, maybe it’s not us at all. Maybe the world we’re living in is sick. We’re natural beings trying to fit into an unnatural world. Everyone raves about modern society with all its trappings and systems of efficiency being so great. But if it’s so great then why is everyone sick and on drugs trying desperately to barely “survive”. Think about it.

Lately I have been reconnecting… to magick… and to myself.

Why is it, whenever I am sick, is when I most actively endeavor to reconnect with magick, and the Divinity within? Is it because normally I am too busy (a mere excuse!) and too wrapped up in life and being a university student to stay grounded? In the midst of chaos, it is all too easy to become uncentred, to fall out of the “flow” until- oh crap- I’ve disconnected again and attracted an ailment to remind me of where I’m supposed to be. Thankyoouuuu! I get the message…

My recovery this time around has involved a lot of de-stressing, a lot of inner-reflection, and a lot of creative visualisation. I have even taken the time out from uni to reconnect with my wiccan studies through Witchschool. (I’m a lifetime member. I find the structured lessons very helpful against my general unstructuredness (-made up word of the day!)

Here is a sneak peek into some of the things I have written in my witchy diary (Book of Light & Shadows) recently…

Magick is… entwining with the Divine.

I stand at the threshold between the world of magick and the world of the mundane.

To connect with magick is to come face to face with the Creator; to stare infinite possibilities straight in the eye.

Pre-production: Last week before filming…

Oh the joys of pre-production! I am the production manager (aka paperwork bitch) but I don’t feel like I’m doing a terribly good job of it. Production managers are supposed to be the organised ones. Have you seen the state of my room lately?

We are supposed to be concerned with practicalities… dude, how freaking practical is it to take a week away from work (when most of us are broke) and other uni subjects during one of the busiest times of semester to shoot a student film in the middle of fraking no-where? It’s not practical. And for the record it wasn’t my idea and I had to reluctantly agree if I was to pass this annoying-ass subject. Oh, the joys of groupwork! Of course, groupwork in a uni assignment context is very different from how an actual film set is run (I know, I used to work on a couple). For starters, when you’re a student you don’t need to think about such matters as insurance and liability…

“Oh, its ok if we ask our actors to balance precariously on the edge of this slippery embankment…”. Duuuude!

I nearly cried when I received a 12 page shot list from the director, from which I was to write up the production schedule… bearing in mind this was for a three-minute film. I will never look at a script in the same way again, and I now have a better appreciation for how scripts are chosen for production.

Three days later, the shooting schedule was completed to the best of my ability- most of it by “guesstimation”, fuelled by late nights and lots of caffeine. The day before shooting commenced, I was informed that it was all wrong and was asked if I could possibly tweak it. Um no, I have other assignments to finish by the morning and am already running on no sleep. Who keeps to the written schedule on a film set anyway? Well maybe on professional film sets they don’t have four major projects they are trying to work on at the same time… and maybe they get paid.

Wednesday 3rd Oct: Day of shoot #1
I awake with a sore throat (so I think) and reluctantly drag my huge-ass overnight bag onto the uni bus. Getting away takes longer than expected (it usually does). We drive through the back streets of Brisbane searching for a service station which isn’t out of petrol, before getting lost while figuring how the frak to get back onto the highway. At one stage it looks like we are driving into the brewery, but it turns out the girls are really after the petrol station next door.

The ordeal must have stressed our director, Sass, as she is drinking alcohol already and we haven’t even left the city

After a few missed turn-offs and embarrassing U-turns, our convoy finally arrive at destination: Ravensbourne, aka. The MIDDLE OF FRAKING NO-WHERE.

The crew set up inside an old abandoned grainshed (aaah I never want to hear the word “grainshed” again!) It is full of shit which makes our noses twitch, but I am told it is THE perfect location.

Thursday 4th Oct: Day#2
Sick as a dog, AND stuck in the middle of fraking nowhere with no mobile reception or chemists nearby. Niiice.
By now it has become apparent that there is a problem with my wisdom tooth. I mention this to a few people and they casually shrug it off. “Yeah, my tooth was sore too when it came through. You’ll be alright. It’s probably not infected. Here’s some Panadol. Now back to work, we need your help.”
As the day progresses so does the pain, until every few hours I need to disappear from the set and lie down. Not happy, Jan.

Thursday night: My requests for filming all on the one farm fall on deaf ears, and at ten o’ clock pm we drive an hour away to another farm, this one even more remote (but at least with mobile reception). We are now staying at a hundred year old haunted homestead with no electricity or plumbing. We only cease filming that night when the generator breaks and we are left in the dark with no power. (Thank GOD).

Friday 5th Oct: Day #3
Today I am in so much agony. They gave me painkillers but it’s making me a drowsy wreck… and my teeth are still sore. I help when I can. Hell, I even dragged myself out of bed at 4:30 am to film a sunrise that didn’t even work out. You can’t say I didn’t make the effort.
“Where is Melinda? We need her help.”
“Sorry guys I’m kind of incapacitated right now” (said as I am curled up on the floor in the foetal position, trying to rock the pain away).
All day I try to subtly make known that I think I need a doctor or dentist, or possibly both… only I don’t think they’re getting the hints. I wonder, If I die here, will they notice long enough to pause filming?

Friday night, back at Ravensbourne, the majority of group members seem quite pissed at me for not helping as much. Seriously, they should be lucky I was there to help at all. I probably should have been in hospital.
“We’re all getting up at 4am to film the sunrise in the morning and we will need your help tomorrow”.

Saturday 6th Oct: Day #4
The sunrise shoot is an astounding success!

… and I am on the first car-load out of there (thankfully some people with cars had to be back in Brisbane for work, so I was able to hitch a ride).

As soon as my housemate picks me up from my drop-off point (at this stage I was too far-gone to try for a bus), it’s first stop: medical emergency! On advice from a triage nurse over the phone, we headed toward the hospital. When we see the waiting time in the ER, we make other plans (well Narelle made other plans… I was truly out of it by this stage). Narelle took me to her surgery, which only charged $70 for concession card holders on a weekend. Of course I didn’t have $70, so I waited around for my mum to drive up from Ballina (three hours away) so she could pay for it.

High on pain medication, I waved to all the nice people in the waiting room and said hello to them all before almost fainting. Afterward, the nurse was very rude to me, as if she assumed that I was on these drugs for recreational use. I hate it when people assume that. I dislike drugs intensely and think that people who use them for “fun” are freaking knob-heads. The doctor was angry at me for not getting antibiotics sooner, and said that I was very lucky.

Two days, a trip to the dentist, and an x-ray later, I was recovering in my own bed at home, sleeping and being in pain and sleeping mostly.

How am I going to make up all this missed work?

I love good food. I really love good food. I presently can’t cook much, but boy do I love to eat! (Ask my friends- my stomach is a bottomless pit aparently).

This diet thing is quite a challenge- not because of a lack of delicious gluten and dairy free recipes out there, but because I have to cook them myself (see above re. me and cooking). Everytime I go out with friends I end up breaking my diet. There have got to be suitable places I can eat at around Brisbane, but I don’t yet know where they are. And my kitchen isn’t exactly well stocked at the moment (in fact technically I don’t even have a kitchen).

So making the most of my present situation is challenging. I must say thank god for my best friend Adam though. If he wasn’t with me the other night I would have totally given in and bought pizza or nachos (mmmmm! *drool*). But despite my pathetic whining he helped me to stick to the plan, and in the process I discovered a new delicious gluten free recipe which I intend to make a lot more because it was so damn GOOD. (I’ll share the recipe here later).

I am also finally over my coffee cravings, and now I actually enjoy drinking my “fake coffee” (Dandelion root tea). Although I must admit that I snuck in a small Gloria Jeans mocha caramelatte with toffee the other day while visiting Renee. It had toffeee and choooocolaate in it *grin*. This could take me a while…

YAY! It’s the printed version of the awesome documentary film “The Secret” (almost word for word with pretty pictures). It’s so pweeety and shiny. It’s normally $40 but I got it ON SALE for $16 at Border’s Books in Brisbane. Specials yeah! So if you have been wanting to get it, now is a good time

Hey, let’s pretend that this is a bookclub and read it together! Then we can have discussions about it by commenting to this post

(If you haven’t already seen the documentary film I highly recommend it!)

Link: Border’s Australia

Fun Activity:
I’m going to open “The Secret” at a random page and share whichever quote with you that’s infront of me. Ready? Let the game begin!

“Thoughts become things!”
-Mike Dooley

“The predominant thought or the mental attitude is the magnet,
and the law is that like attracts like,
consequently, the mental attitude will invariably
attract such conditions as correspond to its nature”
- Charles Haanel (1866-1949).

“Thoughts become things!”
-Mike Dooley

“Here’s the problem. Most people are thinking about what
they don’t want, and they’re wondering
why it shows up over and over again.”
- John Assaraf

“The law of attraction is always working,
whether you believe it or understand it or not”
- Bob Proctor

“Creation is always happening.
Every time an individual has a thought, or a
prolonged chronic way of thinking, they’re in the creation process.
Something is going to manifest out of those thoughts”
- Michael Bernard Beckwith

~ NEWS ~
I’m starting on a new diet, which involves eating foods which are supposedly best for my bloodtype. This is on the advice of my new natropath, who mum took me to see after his advice cured her of some seriously painful arthritis. I’m hoping it will help to improve my own health aswell.

Bad news= No more wheat & dairy (which is in pretty much everything I eat)

Good news= My mum has been on this same diet for a while now and is a goddess in the kitchen who is able to share yummy recipes and tips with me.

Just look what I had for dinner at her place the other night… and look, lemon meringue pie! -with a couple of minor modifications, but which tastes equally as grand as the pies mum made in “the good ol’ days”. Some diet! :))

“the Bloodtype Diet”

I’ll keep you updated on how it goes! ;p