Only 7 Things – the cat knows

Only 7 things the cat knows #hypnoartsbooks

That’s right, it’s what I’ve learnt about the conscious mind. It’s an induction. Confuse the conscious mind with 7 things to think about and it quite literally gives up, says “what’s all this about I can’t cope” and bang! over to your subconscious – which is the seat of all our dreams and desires, our gut feelings, our imaginations, what we truly feel about things – how we know ourselves.

So just today after several years of being in a state of confusion, my conscious mind being spoon fed tons of ideas (not just 7!) but countless ideas, the internet is such a confusion now of internet marketing and marketers, saying do this do that, you’ve only got 3 seconds to get someone on your side, don’t give them too many choices, be clear with your message.

But WHAT message, What am I doing?

What’s at MY core?

There’s suddenly a screaming going on that says: But who are you really? Continue reading “Only 7 Things – the cat knows”

Know Yourself

Know yourself blog of Jane Bregazzi Penafiel Castle

I was told a startling truth today. Not startling in the sense I was devastated by it but startled in the sense I knew it but had never taken notice of it or looked at it in simple terms.

I do not mind other people’s opinion of me, what I look like, how I dress, what I say.

It was a rule of my life that had protected me all my life from others and what they might have to say about me. Continue reading “Know Yourself”

Future Projections

Future Projections the blog of Jane Bregazzi

Do you even think about the future? What is future to you?

No I’m not thinking of the children’s or the grandchildren’s future, let’s be a bit myopic here I’m still on my future!

In the 1980’s we had a red phone that could be plugged into a phone socket it had keys as opposed to a dial and it was a marvellous thing, rented from BT. A few years later we had a rover phone that we bought with an aerial that I could walk around the house with. The perception then of being able to talk to someone in another country and see them in real time was wildly fantastical and futuristic and as some people were saying the end of any privacy. Continue reading “Future Projections”

Mother’s Day

Mothers day gift the blog of Jane Bregazzi

On this bright and wonderful day I have come to reflect on this day in particular. I am given to characteristic bursts of philosophy from time to time. As my Dreamer profile reflects though I rarely take action, choosing to dream only about my thoughts so most never see the light of day.

A post though on Face Book has reminded me how I feel about the cycle of life said by my friend, now life partner and colleague Jonathan Chase. Went like this: “Have you ever had that awful moment when you realise you’ve grown up into your parents?” Continue reading “Mother’s Day”

Being an Author

Jane Bregazzi

I attended the Stephanie Hale Millionaire Authors Bootcamp which was an awesome experience.

I’m going to write a book the concept of which is to inspire others who have gone through life in my position that it doesn’t have to be like it is and that everyone can beat social phobia.

Plus the fact I think my life has been all about ‘Finding Me – Finding You’ (working title) and I will enjoy writing it.

Watch this space

Waving to seals

Waving at seals Jane Bregazzi

Happy New Year 2012.

I walked in the rain today down to the sea, and there on the shore line I had an encounter with a seal. The seal was swimming along the shoreline, very close to the beach. Every now and again it stopped and had a look around at one point it stared at me and I found myself waving. Encounters with large mammals of the sea is such an awe inspiring event that it made me feel so great especially today 1/1/2012.

Arthur and Layla Jane BregazziAt the very end of  2008 my grandson Arthur was born my parents died in 2010 and on 15th August 2011 my grandaughter Layla was born.

Arthur has just turned 3 – gosh how time flies.

Time Flies

Wow I can’t believe it’s been 2 years since I updated this blog. My grandson is now obviously 2 and my daughter is expecting her second child.

Fowey – Cornwall

Fowey Cornwall Jane Bregazzi

Went to Fowey today with daughter Saskia, Eddie and cute grandson Arthur.

Going to Fowey is a bit like stepping back in time. A tiny very ancient fishing village built precipitously. Tiny streets like St Ives still full of very old houses, tiny streets and has a great big absolutely fabulous baptist church. Here’s a bit of history.

FOWEY, a town, a parish, and a sub-district in St. Austell district, Cornwall. The town stands on the right bank of the river Fowey, about a mile from its mouth, opposite Polruan village, 3 miles SE of Par r. station, and 28 W by S of Devonport. It belonged, at the Conquest, to the Earl of Mortaigne. It was, at an early period, one of the principal seaports of England. Many vessels were fitted out at it for the crusades; and a windmill, on the heights above it, was a well known sea-mark in 1296, and is believed to have been built by persons who had been in Palestine. Its mariners were famous, in the time of Edward I., for sea exploits; and they appear to have then, or soon afterwards, traded to most parts of the world. A fleet of 47 ships, with 770 men, was sent by the town, in the time of Edward III., to the siege of Calais. The ” gallants of Fowey, ” as its seamen were then called, carried on, in subsequent reigns, such a system of descent and spoliation on the coast of Normandy as provoked much wrath and retaliation.

The French made expeditions, at several times, against the town; and, in the reign of Henry VI., they effected a landing by night, set fire to the houses, slew a number of the inhabitants, and chased others into places of shelter in the neighbouring country, but were eventually driven back to their ships. The townsmen, in the time of Edward IV., were denounced by government for piracy, and deprived of their vessels; and they then sustained a blow which ever afterwards affected their prosperity; yet they rose, on several subsequent occasions, into prominent notice, for deeds of activity; and, in the time of Charles II., they so assailed a Dutch man-of-war as to preserve a fleet of merchant ships from capture.

Block-houses had been erected at the haven’s mouth, on both sides, in the time and at the command of Edward IV.; a strong iron boom also stretched across the harbour; a fort, called the Fort of St. Catherine, was erected, in the time of Henry VIII., on a magnificent pile of rocks, at the harbour’s mouth; and these strengths, both from their character and their situation, enabled the towns-men, with comparatively small numbers of hands, to perform comparatively great acts of bravery. St. Catherine’s fort, and two others of more modern erection between it and the town, still form a sort of defence, and have the advantage of being so much elevated that no ship could bring her guns to bear upon them; but they are much dilapidated, and have become more picturesque than useful.

The Earl of Essex was driven from Fowey by the royalists, in 1644, and escaped by sea to Plymouth; and Fairfax retook the town in 1646. A visit was made to Fowey by Queen Victoria and Prince Albert in 1846; and this is commemorated by a granite obelisk, 23 feet high. The Prince and Princess of Wales also visited it, and Garibaldi embarked at it, in 1865.

We went to eat at Sam’s. Had Tempura red mullet and salad – lovely. Arthur wouldn’t eat anything. He almost seemed to be quite overwhelmed by the plate of food and wouldn’t even have a chip so he lay down on the cushion, kicked his mum (a bit – not hard) and sucked his fingers. He tries hard to be a fractious 2 yr old but doesn’t quite make it – he always seems to end up a bit cute and charming. He says sorry a lot and also no. He quite liked moving the little christmas tree decorations.