I am writing a book !
I have lots of experiences and thoughts which I hope will be helpful to someone. Too much to mention in my talks, so people have suggested I write a book.
I don't have a lot of spare time, so it's taking a while, but here's the introduction to get you interested. Please feedback to me what you think.......
I have lots of experiences and thoughts which I hope will be helpful to someone. Too much to mention in my talks, so people have suggested I write a book.
I don't have a lot of spare time, so it's taking a while, but here's the introduction to get you interested. Please feedback to me what you think.......
Introduction
I am in Scotland. Scotland is a favourite place for me, as my parents would take me on holiday here a lot as a youngster. I am staying in a house. It has wooden panelling on the hall walls. A little like a B&B I stayed in Ireland with my parents. It feels safe and warm.
I am on holiday with my 2 very good friends, and my parents are there too. Everyone is out at the moment. I am waiting for them to come back.
I look out of the window onto a street. There is a clock tower in the middle of a small town square. It looks a lot like the view from the window of the dentists I went to as a child.
There is music playing. It seems a bit familiar, but I can't quite place it.
Then I am floating down a road with some green hills in the near distance. I can't make out the detail of the grass, but everything is green.
I feel safe, but something isn't right.
Then I'm in my kitchen at home. I am gasping for a drink of coke, that cold sugary hit. I look around the walls and there are thin plastic tubes with something flowing through them.
Nothing is making sense, but it doesn't bother me. I know I want to go home, but something is stopping me. I don't know what. I don't know where I am. I can't remember anything from before, or how I got here.
What's happening ?
I am in Scotland. Scotland is a favourite place for me, as my parents would take me on holiday here a lot as a youngster. I am staying in a house. It has wooden panelling on the hall walls. A little like a B&B I stayed in Ireland with my parents. It feels safe and warm.
I am on holiday with my 2 very good friends, and my parents are there too. Everyone is out at the moment. I am waiting for them to come back.
I look out of the window onto a street. There is a clock tower in the middle of a small town square. It looks a lot like the view from the window of the dentists I went to as a child.
There is music playing. It seems a bit familiar, but I can't quite place it.
Then I am floating down a road with some green hills in the near distance. I can't make out the detail of the grass, but everything is green.
I feel safe, but something isn't right.
Then I'm in my kitchen at home. I am gasping for a drink of coke, that cold sugary hit. I look around the walls and there are thin plastic tubes with something flowing through them.
Nothing is making sense, but it doesn't bother me. I know I want to go home, but something is stopping me. I don't know what. I don't know where I am. I can't remember anything from before, or how I got here.
What's happening ?
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