THOUGHTFORMS

I woke up one morning, my bed had a mosquito net that had been tucked in under the mattress. I could hear whispering and as I tried to sit up to find out what it was, I could see my Dad and the neighbor from upstairs standing there waving me to lie still and not to look under the bed.' I'm sorry darling', He said. 'Don't be too upset. The neighbor had some kind of pitch fork and very quickly slid it under my bed and out came this enormous snake with a roundish bump inside it. It hung limply on the pitch fork...I would of been really upset if I hadn't been so frightened of the big well fed snake....I asked if they were going to kill it? they said no it was going to be taken far away from the houses. It had slept in my room under my bed and ate my rabbit.....poor Fluffy, didn't want a replacement rabbit after that ...way to dangerous, (the snake that is).


Our neighbors in Cyprus were great, I played with their children. I don't recall any name calling or anger or hatred or being threatened. I was never told not to be kind to them or hear any snide remarks. My big brother used to visit our neighbours and make funny faces at their baby so that she would laugh open her mouth and in would go the spoon full of food, Mother at the ready with another spoon full. The Mother of the little child used to call for my Brother every day, I'm sure her voice could be heard right down the street. Everything at that time was I think just nice and simple . Picnic basket filled with cheese sandwiches, lemonade, and a flask of tea etc. and off we would go flip-flopping to the beach to find hidden treasure buried under the sand for thousands of years.........well that's what were told and I still want to believe it.

You know, if I had the money, I would love to go and stay in Cyprus I had spent at least two and a half years there that's a good chunk of my childhood.. a soldier used to take my Brother by the hand and hold me in his arms with his rifle on the his other shoulder and walk us to our school. I can remember the smell of his jacket though I couldn't describe it other than it was like wool and sweat and rough on my cheek's, I watched the rifle bayonet bob slightly it was just like the one my Dad had I thought. We were escorted to school because of kidnappers and trigger happy crazy people. I felt safe in his arms. He was protecting me, who was he I never knew.. thank you who ever you were. Cyprus is a beautiful place to visit now I would think.