The Curious Mind of Raquel Carter {My Patreon Supported Series}

Tuesday, May 18, 2021

If you've been swimming along on my Instagram, you well know we have a real atmosphere taking its turn about for my Patreon supported series that will debut on June 8th.

I've been absent here on the blog as I'm in the depths of creating the series all by my little mermaid self, so there are many tasks to be accomplished. 

In the first episode of The Curious Mind of Raquel Carter, I'm going to take a stab at making a Victorian mermaid-inspired antique seed box along with seed packets and garden stakes. I hope you'll join me on June 8th, when the first episode will air. The information and how to join is to the right on my side panel. Tick your calendars! It's sure to be a jubilee! I chose the date to debut the first episode on Sawyer’s birthday. 

When creating my series, I will be using as many tools, devices and accoutrements as humanly possible that a Victorian woman would have demonstrated in the 19th century. There will always be a secret component quite tastefully displayed of mermaids enveloped into each episode. I'm thrilled to bits about this series; it's been quite the task behind the scenes labour but such fun! Indeed everything in life worth a hill of beans has a bit of work involved, yes?

How I Develop My Children’s Story Books

Friday, April 23, 2021
"I own a delightfully well-behaved rabbit, and I am very fond of books and have learned nearly everything that I know from them. However, of all the things books haven't taught me, I learned from Sir Oliver Twisty Topsy." ~Raquel M. Carter
The wind blew as heartily as ever, and once again, I felt the need to leap without care. So I got on and popped over to my favourite spot for contemplation. I didn't linger in my first jaunt for some justification as I knew this was not where I belonged. I was being led somewhere else, but where I knew not.

I had tucked my hair using kirby grips and placed my shell hat pin quite properly, clutched my basket with moleskin diary and fountain pen in hand and dashed off in pursuit of my fate to my following spot. I have had the spiritual nudge to contact a dear ol’ aunt and gather stories about my lovely cousin who passed away many moons ago. I have had the title of a storybook (The Tale of Sybrena Ewe), coupled with a few scant ideas; however, that is all I've come to write on that particular manuscript. It's about a darling little ewe who has a flurry for cleaning and making her cherished cottage the heart of a great matter. As with all of my stories, there's a promise in each one of them to deliver the goods of a lovely spiritual significance for you, the dear reader. 

These kind of moments are undoubtedly infinite intelligence whispering through the pines into my bygone sea siren soul. I know these moments pine away at me for just cause. If I stay sat, I'll uncover the treasured gem, for I know one's ship comes in over a calm sea.

This is the place I found just a scant ways from my folks at Carter Cottage. This victorian barn is the setting/home on the farm for Sawyer lamb and Johnny Lamb before being sent off on their adventure by Mrs Trotters.  

The interesting feature is that I originally began my little trip to the woods to gain an idea for The Tale of Sybrena Ewe but was led to find the setting for The Tale of Sawyer Lamb. Isn't that beguiling?

I dashed home like a dose of salts and began sketching. You see, I have had the manuscript for (The Tale of Sawyer Lamb) written for quite some time; {when Sawyer passed, I immediately began writing and composed it within four hours}, but whenever I would attempt the illustrations, I felt dead in the water. Until most recently, the ideas continue to flood in. I feel as though my ship has indeed come in and my treasure trove of illustration luck are ever-present.

Most affably yours til my next swim, Raquelxxx

Rabbits, Gardens And Not So Penny Dreadful News

Monday, April 12, 2021

“Rabbits and gardens go together like springtime and rain showers, like seasides and mermaids.”

(An excerpt from my manuscript “The Little Mermaid's Transformational Tale.”) 

I shall say I'm having such a fun time creating and erecting our little Scarlette Rose Cottage. It's sure to be quite magnificent. It shall rain down a bit of sadness when we move to our forever home; however, I know everything is working silently and accordingly towards the great matter. 

On the first day of spring, my beloved gardener and I dashed through the gardens like a dose of salts. We've planted, transplanted, propagated seeds atop the usual accomplishments of a small potager and farm. I've mended chicken perches, tidied up the coop and run, laid fresh hay and set up the enclosure with essential oils to keep the chickens healthy and happy. Henny Penny has been rather ill for a time now, and I have yet to make the decision of having her put to sleep. I continue to grind rosemary in the mortar and pestle and put it into her food to ease her burden of pain. 

I've been actively working on my first introductory video for my Patreon series and tossing together the intro for the series. I'll be so lucky if I finish up and haven't worked myself into an early grave. I'm incredibly excited to finally get on with this excellent idea I've had for some time now. And although it didn't quite seem to work itself out until recently, I've learned to understand things come about at precisely the accurate times. It's quite charming how if I am fortunate enough to mind my manners and let items take hold all on their own, it'll be something to record in the books. It's so fantastic, and I am having such fun sharing the process on my wee little Instagram stories of all the little expeditions in creating The Carter Settlement bequest. I think most enjoy watching the process. Whereas the first few days there wasn't much participation, it has now become one of daily excitement by ‘my friends’ (as I like to call followers.) I believe the one creating such an element must first prevail in restorative enjoyment, a slow-living environment and a sense of placidness. There's something quite extraordinary about an affair of new adventures around the bend. I'm not making too much of it in the mind that I'm learning (still learning) to have fun and not set myself up for disappointment. So I feel that if I enjoy the journey and be straightforward about it, I'll have a much more excellent feel, and my excitement of mood will carry me through.

In my first episode, which I've not inferred the release date yet, I will explain what I'm doing straight away. If you're a longtime reader here, you know what the Carter Settlement is; a recreating of a victorian english countryside establishment erected with little shoppes, themed cottages of my book characters, gardens, a place where one will eventually visit and take a class, attend a small gathering, or learn how to do all sorts of homemaking self-sufficient accomplishments, etc. It is sure to be something of only fairytales are made. I am genuinely practising on Scarlette Rose Cottage, which will, in the end, be a charming little cottage for my folks. I plan to continue the vision at Jeffrey Shawn and my forever home. The reason for us beginning at my folks' house is that I wanted to get on with enjoying my life. We never quite know the forks in our paths, and after losing Sawyer, I've not ever wanted to put off living a dream based on a circumstance. Life is too quick, and the idea of wasting away precious time is nonsensical in my eyes and my heart. I know all of my attributions will compensate me tenfold. 

My first episode is about creating a victorian seedbox (with a secret mermaid twist) and how I made my seed packets and garden markers. I will share the printables (pdf) for the seed packets for my Patrons. I hope you'll get excited about this new voyage I've taken. The Carter Settlement is sure to be very exciting, especially if you enjoy watching something take hold in reality. I know i enjoy a bit of entertainment coupled with inspiration, knowledge and imagination. Who wouldn't love watching the creative process of erecting a victorian english countryside bequest? I know I'd take it like a shot! With little thatched-roofed cottages, farm animals, english gardens, crafts, building stone walls and all the sorts of how to make our dreams culminate. If you’d like to join Patreon, I'd love to have you. We're sure to make it a whale of a time! 

Our meals as of late have been easy affairs. I'm not much on elaborate repasts whereupon I'm in the heart of an enormous undertaking. So most nights, it's a reasonable supper such as Henny Penny Buttermilk biscuits, bacon, grits and eggs. Foods often don't appeal to me, provided I'm taken up with preoccupations of a delightful endeavour.

I can indeed feel a rise in my spirit, and I know I'm becoming an even more aligned person. I have come to recognise that my Mermaid Inner Being is going through another growth spurt. I continue to meditate and affirm beautiful mantras that make me feel wonderful.

At the weekend, my beloved gardener and I tore down more fencing to finish up the cottage floors. If you've seen my stories, you saw the videos of the brick hearth and the wood flooring. It looks beautiful thus far. 

Have a lovely day, and I will visit with you tomorrow. If you feel inclined, I would love to have you follow my stories on Instagram. I keep you abreast of everything I'm managing.

Most affably yours til my next swim, Raquelxxx 

The 21st Century Tasha Tudor With A Victorian Soul

Tuesday, April 6, 2021
“The further a society drifts away from the truth, the more it will hate those that speak it.”

Tasha Tudor kept her opinions about religion to herself. She was incredibly forward-thinking, and she wasn't the kind of woman many perceive her to be. She was a kind, gentle woman and a very matter of fact person and had buckets of tenacity. I suppose that's why I like her so much. People automatically assume I'm a religious person because of how I dress. I believe that was the case with Tasha Tudor as well. I have created new assumptions, but there was a time whenever I went out and about, I was frequently asked if I was Amish or they assumed I was religious and invited me to their church. Nowadays, I find it complementary and move along. I don't get upset or offended because I love folks, especially women in religion. That is called massive growth, my friends. I have a soft spot for them {smile}. Many Christians are the loveliest of people, and I hold many nearest and dearest to my heart.

My mum and I were having a chat over our tea yesterday morning, and she asked my opinion on a  religious topic. She was also asked this same question she posed to me by a family member, and then given my mums answer, they disagreed with one another. I wasn't in on their conversation. But let's say it became hot in the kitchen with those two. 

I, however, agreed with my family member. I share this because this happens when folks have strong beliefs tied to an insecure faith in themselves. It boils up,  explodes, a fight breaks out, causing a pissing match between family. No, that didn't happen with my mum and I {the pissing match part} because I've learned a bit about speaking on religion, what I believe, and my family respects me and my beliefs. They might disagree, but they know not to say anything to me. We have a mutual understanding. I will never back down from a question {if asked my opinion}, but I refuse to engage in a plot to take me down vibrationally. Like I've stated many times, that never happens nowadays as the old Raquel died a few years back.

I have learned to channel my energy and beliefs into learning for myself. I no longer give my opinions to others {out of the blue}, but if I'm asked about something, expect fully, and indeed, I won't hold my tongue. If folks want to know what I believe, they can read my blog or my books. It's for others to work out their salvation, not to start a debate. I say this is because as well-intended as folks are, if you aren't mentally strong enough, you'll be sucked in from old conditioning, sure-fire. I enjoy speaking about what I believe, and even although I'm no longer religious, I'm also not an atheist. I believe in higher consciousness (some call God, Jesus, universe, spirit, etc.). Everyone has a name for their deity. Heck, I will often refer to Sawyer as deity because he's now a sum of the whole part (if you will.)

When we are able to have self-respect for others, it's because we have deep respect for ourselves. I'm a huge advocate of self-respect. I'm not here to coerce others to believe me and what I think; I'm here to live my divine purpose, and those called will hear me. That's my concern. A few years ago, when folks would ask my opinion on religion, and I didn't give them the answer they wanted, they would become upset. It became a ghastly debacle. I understand that now on a much more precise level. It's normal for humans to bond over sameness, and many times religious folks are deeply fearful of standing alone in their truth. They find comfort in groups, and the reason for this is because they don't know what they believe when it's broken down. Or it's a habit to continue on and never question something that no longer resonates nor serves them. And look, this is all okay and fantastic. When I had a dreadful self-concept, I struggled deeply with this, but now that I've realised what I am, I am excited to see my mum and family members on their spiritual voyage. We're all on a journey, and all the journeys are uniquely wonderful and lovely. Diversity encourages change; hearing opinions also creates expansion, and that's why we are here. We are all one in unison with a collective purpose.

My mum is still very much a religious person, and I'm afraid I have to disagree with many things that my mother agrees on, and she's fully aware of that notion. She loves me, and I love her to bits. My point to be made is that you must become immovable, and your feelings must become unhurtable. When you live in your truth, you will boldly speak it. No one can shake you, not ever. This is why so many folks shift to and fro with their opinions. They do not have a strong foundation of who they are; deeply. However, I want to encourage and not discourage. It's just a matter of creating wonderful self-concept affirmations, and after perseverance of these new thoughts {which turn into beliefs}, we will all be robust and immovable landlocked humans.

“I dwell in optimism.” ~Raquel Carter

A View Of The Sea

Monday, April 5, 2021

"Rabbits and gardens go together like springtime and rain showers, like seasides and mermaids."~{An excerpt from my manuscript "The Little Mermaid's Transformational Tale."}

I began my morning per usual at the cottage, snuggled warm beneath my grandmama’s patchwork quilt still in bed. On the bedside table sat my kerosene lamp, all a glow, a pot of tea, and cinnamon raisin bread with clotted jam but something inside of me yearned for the smell of salty air, soft breeze and the cooing sounds of seagulls. I was mentally frozen. Not melancholic; however, something within me began to stir, and I couldn't shake it. So I decided straight away that I'd get dressed, pack my basket and drive to the ocean. The reason I know not. I'm not interested in why. There will be days like this; I reminded myself. Half the battle of breaking old mental beliefs that no longer serve will be the disembowelment of habitual thoughts detrimental to the soul. They creep in like a prowling black cat in search of a caught mouse at evenings dusk.

Even though as a landlocked, I know those bits are the portion of being a human, though I see the solution nowadays. I am also increasingly aware the purge is at hand and what a delight it is to relish it. I am such a strong woman today because of my fortitude, knowledge and perseverance to understand myself and how to properly propagate beauty in my life. It feels as though I'm walking through a field of heavenly lavender. The sky above me is powdery blue with seaweed lush green palms in the distance. Again, as I stayed sat on the plank deck overlooking the ocean, I recollected not to make too much of it. 
When our heart begins to stir, simply trusting our inner being will lead us to the most remarkable niches and, therefore, not invariably physical. However, be forewarned, we all can drink in the waters of the spirit to quench our minds of thirst, and so we must be willing to cup our hands and partake. Nothing is by force, {the universe abhors compulsion, but works in persuasion} and just as the ocean has the power to heal us, it also contains the capacity to drown us. Meaning I am the operant power of all that exists within myself to heal and take joy, but if I wallow in the misery of distressing thoughts, they will turn into a whirlpool and swallow one up.

I gathered my boots, tossed my paper sack in the rubbage bin, returned to the car, placed the windows down and began delightful affirmations of satisfaction and outright pleasure that once again I arranged to bring a smile to my countenance with a tickled joy bubbling over. I am my own best friend, and indeed, I know what's best for my soul. 

Most affably yours til my next swim, Raquelxxx

The Art Of Blogging For 17 Years (And 3 Reasons I Continue)

Friday, April 2, 2021

They say after you've so-called "hit it big", as in getting signed by a major publishing company or make the New York Times Best Sellers list, most writers become more inwardly drawn, lessen their posts, make them blander or either stop blogging altogether.

A Mermaid Mindset {How And Why Your Instagram Account Isn't Growing And How To Change It}

Monday, March 1, 2021

As of late, I've spent a lot of time on the ol' Instagram. I have found a new love for it, and that's saying quite a bit when I used to have an extreme disdain for it. I think I've found my niche. Nothing outwardly has changed as of yet, but I have changed. Allow me to explain because this will be of great value and delightful chunks of information, whether you are a social media person or not. There are life lessons here. 

Hilaria Baldwin's Accent, JLo & ARod Scandal {Let's Get To The Truth}

Tuesday, February 9, 2021

Hello, Darlings,

I had a gay ol' time in recording this podcast episode. I hope you'll enjoy it. 

I wanted to approach this in another way, other than the traditional type of celebrity gossip, we've heard no end. 


Most Affably Yours Til My Next Swim, Raquelxxx


My Tasha Tudor Lifestyle Of Slow Living And Establishing My True North

Saturday, February 6, 2021

I laced up my black working boots, layered my underclothes (petticoat, bloomers but no corset today,) and placed my shawl upon my shoulders. I then gathered my basket of painting goodies and followed the cow path to my little chicken coop that now rests at my folks to spend the morning hours with my beloved chickens and one rooster. May, my one and only Plymouth Rock loves to hop onto my back and perch. I don't mind just so long as she doesn't make a mockery of me by doing her business. I've been lucky thus far, so no worries as of yet. Let's hope to keep it that way.

I enjoy taking notes of my hens; believe it or not, if you haven't had chickens as pets, they are quite personable. I always tell my relations, I cherish my hens and rooster for they are my golden geese (smile). I write stories about them, and profit immensely. It doesn't seem an equal trade. I'm fairing far better than my barnyard fowl. They do, indeed have splendid lives. They are cared for superbly well; I nurture them as if I would like unto my children. (Well, you know I mean, I've yet to display real clothing on them, only in my stories of anthropomorphism). They receive quite the luxury and will never be disposed of, although my older three no longer lay eggs. I assure you they will all be taxidermied when they have been laid to rest from biological casualties. I would have taxidermied Polly (my black Austrolorp and most favourite); however, the graphic way Polly was destroyed gave me no option for her preservation. I like taxidermy, and it was quite a popular recreation in the Victorian era. I want to taxidermy my pets because I plan to exhibit them sufficiently to display my legacy as an author and illustrator at The Carter Settlement bequest.

Do you care for taxidermy? I know Tasha Tudor and Beatrix Potter both enjoyed the idea similarly. To me, it's another form of art and preservation. Do you recall Tasha had a freezer full of casualties that she would semi defrost and pose them for painting? My most favourite was her Edgar Allen Crow (black crow) that she'd place atop her Christmas tree each year instead of an angel. Tasha was such a delight. I suppose that's why I adore her so immensely. Ever since I was in my teens, I've dreamt of living as Tasha, and now it's come to be.

I first was introduced to Tasha at the age of 13 or so. I'm nearly 50 (well, next year, I shall be), and I was captivated by her life, so I set out to become like her in many ways, I think I've become quite successful at it. The conundrum that I see women face in not realising their imaginations into displayed measures. Women compare and evaluate their lives based on others' acceptance. It seems so often they snatch a hoe handle on their desire. Still, then when confronted with real-life and living in the tangible world, they begin to wilt in reluctancy. This is only because of one's wavering confidence. Precisely why I created a cosy place to land; my blog. In travelling to my blog, It is a happy place for women (and men too). The world is in forlorn shortage of a diverse site of acceptance and tolerance of differences in one another. My blog is that place for many. I know it's received this way because I have numerous women visit me and send me emails of encouragement and feel-good sentiments. This is how the world is when women stand alone firmly (first and foremost) and then gain enough personal strength to stand alone in the world. This is the secret to creating a revolution of beautiful ladies who are loving, bold, confident and kind. And the virtues I just rattled off do not equate to being a particular, race or creed. It's merely a woman that loves dressing and living her life in the olden ways, with a mindset of awakening. We all must come to at some point in life, an awakening. A woman's requirements must be the priority, and that doesn't mean either-or, it means that she must place her desires, needs, and love of self before anyone else's. Can you imagine the impact this would make on our world? Influential women are sharing their truth with confidence and delight. Now that is a phenomenon! 

Raquel's Book 

I would be delightfully honoured if you would impose my name in the suggestion bin of your local bookstore, and inquire of your friends to do likewise. Perhaps query of them to sponsor a presentation/signing, or as your library to choose my book as a Community Reads Project. I also am available for author readings or as a lecturer instructing women with the pragmatic keys to creating a life they joyfully and creatively love.

Most affably yours til my next swim, Raquelxxx

Cool As A Cucumber With An Unwavering Spirit

Monday, February 1, 2021

As the dew softly layover and enveloped the burnt green grass from the last evening's frost, my darling husband and I tucked ourselves in his chariot and made a route to see if we could nab all of our favourite spots for collecting our list of antiques. You see Jeffrey Shawn, and I have an agenda. It's one that profoundly entails all of the beautiful collected antiques we will utilise when we have landed in our forever home; a proper Victorian manor house on 40 plus acres. We haven't given birth to a time threshold, nor do we make haste in creating a detailed plan of how we will acquire such a vast desire as it's presently been cared for, THAT, we know for sure. The only requirement to receive a desire accomplished lies in the imagination. There is no need to inquire of anyone or anything outside of one's own wonderful human imagination. It's a technique I practice, and it works without fail. I feel obliged to teaching you how to do it for yourself in my next post. Jeffrey Shawn and I allow for the unfolding to naturally transpire as it's been fulfilled at the perfectly appointed hour. It is done! I'm am thankful beyond measure and have an unwavering knowing all that I desire I have received. One must entrust the process and not lean to understanding earthly imagining or anyone outside of oneself in fulfilling a desire. I have mastered how to manifest using the forces of God state consciousness and my power.

All that is required to manifest every desire is a knowing with solidarity. I'll share more in-depth in another post as I feel I can't do it justice with but a few excerpts. I feel happy with this knowledge in which today I possess because, for so many years, I was frustrated and felt powerless. The reason for this is that I was raised to believe (in theology) that to receive desires one must rely on outside sources, believe that all things come once in alignment or that desires were reliant upon another being (or a God in heaven). I was led to think If I wanted something, I would have to be worthy to receive, and that wasn't always a sure thing. What an untruth and so disempowering. Nowadays, I know that I AM the operant power. There is no one outside you nor or I in receiving our desires. Golly gumdrops! What an entirely potent and remarkable aspect to know! This knowledge has changed my life completely! I have been successful at every whim, and I will continue to only ascend from here. I will share more throughout this here ol' blog, as time progresses, (with accompanying videos) so you can look forward to those decadent delights.

I'm not sure that I had confided in you about Jeffrey Shawn and my ideas on finding a substantial piece of land with a Victorian or not, because, well truthfully, we hadn't pinpointed what we desired when we first moved in with my folks a year ago. It's been a bang-up with time proportions passing. It seems time has so quickly ratified. I can hardly believe it. It's been lovely spending time caring for my folks. I had moved abroad at age 18 and have been taken off since. I had always longed to live back in our little home town (Jeffrey Shawn too), but I was in my previous marriage, and our small province was never on the roster of places as an option of living nor raising a family which distressed me no end. I learned to push down my deepest ambitions, as that seemed the only way to keep peace within my relations. If I've learned anything, (and I've learned quite a lot) it's that being financially independent makes me feel so fortunate, and I love the sovereignty it brings me. Indeed, I've heard someone once say to me that being financially independent isn't always a useful thing for a marriage in which I refuted, "oh I wholly disagree". When a woman is equally (or above) the same money stream as her mate, it gives way for authenticity in a relationship. I am so happy because it frees my soul and Jeffrey and I know that we are together because we adore each other and not for some internal strategy of financial kickback. I frequently see it with women, and after my divorce, I had many women seek advice because this topic is ubiquitous in relationships. Often the women would confide in me that they are only in their current marriage because there are benefits of less financial struggle. I ask the question, is that kind of mental anguish worth it long term? No, in my opinion, it is not. However, I'm not one to judge, but I never fail to deliver the truth as I see fit if asked my viewpoint. I speak from experience that my mental state was no longer worth accepting infidelity (decades worth), control, loneliness and several other incompetencies. The superficiality, lack of empathy and respect was no longer sufficient. Wherein I ask you, how many women would remain in a disastrous union if they were financially stable of their own accord?

I would wager that we would begin seeing vast amounts of divorces. And if it's not the financial independence, frequently it's the amount of money the couple has acquired together (an image per se), which makes it rigorous in splitting. Frankly, it comes down to whether the money is more important than ALL other things. Pure and simple. Remove the leverage, and what is the desire? What is happiness worth? When a woman holds all financial abilities; it takes an extremely confident man. Often insecurity rises within men that have been raised in an old fashioned setting. Not always, of course, but I've seen this noticeably among many.

Let us shift now to planting.

Each year I plant cucumbers in our kitchen garden and tuck away numerous jars for future occasions. I put forth many years of bread and butter pickles. Still, my beloved gardener loves dill pickles no end, so when we wedded, I started making him the vinegar Dills, more specifically a knock off version of the Claussen vlassic located in the cold section of the grocers. Jeffrey Shawn is a gardener, and we now reside in Florida, so he will often take the pickle juice for drinking to fend off during those exhaustive work hours.

The simile for "cool as a cucumber" means calm, trusting and unruffled. The phrase originated in the 1700s because cucumbers are one vegetable that has a colder temperature than all the other vegetables.

Last week, I must confess my back was up, and I lost my optimistic footing; the complete opposite of cool as a cucumber, especially when observing our worlds state of affairs presently. I say this because if you are such as me and know the mysteries of the kingdom (now have a complete understanding of universal laws), you, too, see that feeling discord is a disastrous sentiment. What I can attest to is needing many naps to release that kind of inner conflict. I crawled down a few rabbit holes, and it was like dipping my finger in the palm of my hand and tasting poison, hence repeating the process regardless of my dissent—the madness of it all. I'll not do that again, at least I don't intend on it, I can assure you. I'm catching that before it gets that dreadful furthermore. It also created my anaemia to shoot off, and I hadn't dealt with anaemia issues since 2014.


I should like to ask if you're consciously associating with other happy, optimistic, and unruffled people? Do others in your life continually remind you of all that is erroneous in the world? Is there constant complaints or rumination on their declining health or that of others? Are they convinced the world is going to hell in a handbasket? I pose these questions because folks we surround ourselves with are contagious.

I do not consciously remove myself from others, as there's no need to, the universe has a way of dividing and removing the souls that are not of the equal yoke. If one has noticed those who attempt to yank you down, perhaps it's time to seek a desire for more enriching relationships. Rather more honourably, strive to be a person who offers happiness and calm to everyone you encounter.


I'm happy to have lovely pickles I put up from the garden last year, and I plan to make another batch in the next week.


I love cucumbers, and I make a quite lovely cucumber salad, which I learned from my beloved gardener. After a long day of labouring, I thought I'd share the receipt with you a satisfying simple meal to have when one calls for a light supper. I make a loaf of sourdough bread, and honey butter to accompany. A few times I've prepared a piece of fresh-caught fish. Jeffrey Shawn is a darling because he always instantly comes home and cleans his caught fish and packs it away nicely in the freezer when he goes fishing. He packs it so professional it's as if it came from the fishmonger's.

My Beloved Gardener's Cucumber Salad

One cucumber peeled and cleaned (remove the inside flesh) and dice into small chunks.

One tomato cleaned of inside flesh and diced into small chunks.

Scant of green olives

Thinly sliced onion (thinly so it's see-through)

Two peppercinis (pour the juice over the salad) and then dice up

Farmers boy salad dressing

Ranch buttermilk salad dressing

Top with crumbled feta cheese

Salt and pepper


I chop the remaining vegetable scraps and feed them to our chickens, and they immensely appreciate it.

Are you fairing well?

Most affably yours til my next swim, Raquelxxx

The Plot Thickens And How Beatrix Potter Guides My Book Writing

Tuesday, January 26, 2021

My dear friends, 

I hope your January was well and good. Did you celebrate Dydd Santes Dwynwen on the 25th? I'm as happy as a clam, and I have a spring in my step despite the fear-mongering, negativity and hopelessness that seems to be prevalent in this country right now. I often feel as though the world is chock full of such fear-based living, and it's utterly revolting at the ones that claim religion are also the ones that perpetuate the fear by continuing to bring it forward every chance they get. I have such lovely family members and while they may be well intending with their reaching out to people attempting to teach repentance and so forth, it reminds me of the quote, “Insanity is doing the same thing expecting different results.” The best thing for religious folks to do is to live their lives through example and allow others to come to know themselves by their own accord and timing. The world needs less calling out folks whether one believes they see fit or not. It's clothed the same way, only plunked on with a new mask and relabeled, but truthfully it's the same regurgitated mindset. I often think of how often someone has to keep pushing the back up against to realise those tactics do not ever work long term. The perpetuation of division, negativity, and judgement is not helping anyone. This subject has been in my craw long enough, and I plan on swallowing it with this post. There are more war, hatred and fear by folks that claim to be chosen to spread the word of god; however, I find that behind most foes messages are ones of a condescending climate which reads like a penny dreadful. “I'm good, your bad. I'm found, and you're lost.” I think these folks that spread such alarm are the true ones that are the most insecure and off-course. To be quite frank, the one barking the loudest is the one that needs the most change. So that is something to be grateful for I suppose. Do you know that exacting formula is the most unloving? Folks can drape it any way they desire. You can put lipstick on a pig, call it caring, but it's still a pig. It's like the mum screaming at their child “don't you know that I love you!” When in that state, love is the furthermost from their mind. Do they realise that mindset does precisely the opposite of bringing love and uniting folks? The staunchness that these folks have honestly believe that they warn others of the peril that awaits those they've deemed lost. I'm here to say that type of mentality is absolutely so off from being in alignment I couldn't wave my distress flag in the wind high enough. It's the farthest thing from love towards one's fellow man and from the one they call God. I'm sure you've heard the story of the beam and mote. These folks are blind. As a matter of fact, they couldn't be more off. If they want to create even more division among folks, especially in a time like this, keep pushing that narrative and seeing where it goes. I speak firmly on this because I have known this type of variance my entire life, and it does more hindering than helping. I could easily say I'm not going
to speak on particular subjects, but I must tell you, I will not bow to anyone. If I stay sat with my mouth closed, I'm not being true to you nor myself. I will stand upon my pillar for I am immovable. I will share my mad mystic ideas, and I won't falter one bit. I can rest my case that we all have to experience our own awakening. It's certainly not going to be by some woman on social media rattling on in attempting to shove religious beliefs down folks throats. Have we learned nothing? Force never works, and that includes shouting about how one thinks another should live. It's none of anyone's business how others live. This always happens. You give a small-minded person a forum, and they let the power go straight to their heads like strong drink. It's easy to say things in an environment where it's cushioning and cosy, where most friends believe similarly. Still, the standing alone, beating the drum of that same notion while everyone abandons you is when true courage and boldness is shaped. This is why groups are formed. Most folks are too weak to stand alone and remain strong in their convictions. They need lots of collectives to back them. That's weakness, and it will fail. I want to love others unconditionally, and inspire folks to start putting their faith in their very own Godself. True love teaches others of their own divine operant power and only focuses on what one has control of, and that is only oneself. When folks know of their own strength, that's when independence rings and nothing feels more exhilarating than that of freedom and personal power. I appreciate these folks that are authoritative in their beliefs. Still, making folks who claim to be their friend feel awful for where they are along one journey of enlightenment is disingenuous, critical, and holier than thou judgemental. I learned from personal experience. I do not take things personally because the truth of it is that most folks are either easily convinced, persuaded, quickly distracted, and quite frankly selfish. Believe it or not, at the end of the day ALL folks are more concerned about their own lives than anyone else’s. That's not a wrong aspect, and in fact, it should be this way. I advocate for selfishness. We are all selfish, whether we want to believe it or not. I'm not here to convince anyone. All I'll say is, test it. Attempt to prove me false in your findings. You won't be able to, but I challenge you none the less. Being an author and sharing my life on this blog is what I am meant to do, and I’ll not hold back for fear of hurting someone's feelings. True love is telling the truth with heat. If I were to be lukewarm, you'd spit me out. My presence will be made known. This kind of fight will be a fight of the minds willpower, the physical brawl is old, tired and worn out. 

Because of the honesty, I am prevailed upon to write about in my life; it also gives rise to being scrutinised to the olympic degree. Without going into the depths of the subject (which I usually tend to do with numbing regularity) I'll not bang on about it much longer, except to say, I would rather know where I stand with others because I speak my truth than to stay sat and bang on about surface ideals and be misled by believing others stand by me when truth be told they do not. I want warriors next to me at days end. I want spiritual soldiers, loving novices and warriors that are far more capable of handling an attack when it's on the mind than on the body. You won't make it out alive and in good standing, if you are weak-minded. I will stand on my pillar and speak my truth, and if those who are impressed to turn away from me, well then that proves simply it's another way of reducing the multitude. For my darling friends that have stood by me, thank you. I know you genuinely appreciate me, regardless of how I believe or live my life.

I merely want to inspire millions through my writings and books. That's the beauty of my material; you have the choice to open a book and buy it, or open the computer and read my writings. It's your choice. I'm not dependent on you, nor are you dependent on me. It's a win-win. I am so happy that I am the woman I am because I don't pretend to be something I'm not just to have others ‘approve' of me. I know through experience not being true to oneself; it is a terrible way to exist. You would think folks would take to my every word since I'm spelling out in explicit detail on this blog how to make dreams come true, and the formula for true happiness but many are too blind with jealousy, anger and ignorance to see the pearl of great price. So well it is. It is written, and it must be this way. 

Now let me get on with my other portion of this post, shall I? 
Have you ever wondered if it were possible to communicate with those that have transitioned? I'm here to encourage and inspire you that although some of our greatest heroes/loved ones have passed on, it's still very much possible to receive messages, information, promptings, inspiration and comfort.

I'm sure that if you've read my blog any length of time, you know that my son Sawyer passed in 2019, and that set me off on a path to make sense of what happens when a person passes on from this earthly experience. When Sawyer passed, and I was experiencing the loss of my son, the afterlife was something that I became determined to explore. All through my developing years engrossed in two religions, reincarnation was considered dangerous, but let me tell you when you've experienced two beliefs (strict ones at that), and they have failed you time, and again you will become such as I and explore. An appetite for knowledge will invade your senses, and you will be more determined than ever to understand. Subsequently, all people simply want to be authentically satisfied in this world. We want to find real joy and happiness, and we will stop at nothing to get it. So when my son was killed, you can bet I would comprehend what happened and no one was going to prevent me from it, not anyone and not ever. When something like losing a child to murder happens to you, see if you don't exhaust all avenues to makes sense of it and then come back and attempt to judge me. I say that very boldly because I know you won't, you would not. You will deeply understand me. I'd put money on it. One day the thought came to me, and I was brought back to how I was raised believing in theology that if nothing ever indeed does die and lives on for the eternities, then I knew there had to be a portal of communication with those on the other side of the veil. I immediately experienced the warmth and ideas with Sawyer, so I knew I was onto something profound and undeniable. 

A few thoughts began flooding my mind. When I was a small child, and I was taught to speak to God, and he heard me, then I should be able to speak to others, and they would listen to me and communicate back. It would have to be through signs and tangible agreements but also telepathy. The channel is the same, and I would just need to know how the other side communicated and what were the elements of having the pathways open for the reception on both accounts. The other thought was that; if I love the way Beatrix Potter painted, and I wanted to paint as she did, I thought she would be very excited to channel through me because she had a love for it while earthbound. Spirits never die, so those talents don't either. There is no respecter of persons. Most if not all Christians believe there is a respecter of persons, but that's because most folks have the Bible all wrong, well-intended but they've got it all wrong. If AM is God, and I am the operant power, my higher consciousness has access to those that are non-physical. 

I want to share another personal story with you that now today makes complete sense, but I was baffled at the time of it. This will help you understand how I have grown from where I was at one time in my spiritual journey. Directly I have told you that I was raised in the Pentecostal Church of God until the age of 17 and then I joined the Mormon church and was a latter-day saint until the age of 44, so my understanding and acceptance to theology was quite fierce and close-minded. I was a bull when it came to being persuaded; roughly, it didn't happen. I was pregnant with my first son Carter, and he was going to have to be taken through cesarean because he was breech. I had been preparing for his birth by reading many books, and one that I read about the surgery scared the sunrise out of me. It was visual and showed the procedure in graphic detail.

I became terrified of my own experience because of the images. So then, that energy began vibrating within me. I go into surgery to have my boy, and immediately they didn't put me under complete general anesthesia, so I could feel the surgery happening. It wasn't painful, but it was pressure, and I knew the doctor was slicing my tummy open. I began panicking, repeatedly stating I can feel it! I can feel it! Well, the doctor became alarmed and said to his assistants “put her out now!” When I was out (under anaesthesia), I had a near-death experience. Yes, the tunnel and the white light that everyone speaks of, is a literal thing. It's true what they say about going towards the light except for me I didn't go towards the light, although it was there and blinding to me, I floated above myself and all the folks operating on me. I remember my consciousness (there are no real words consciousness is telepathic) I kept asking, as I overlooked everyone below me, who are they?

The voice said back in response “they are all gods working in unison for a great cause. You are a god, and they are Gods. We are All Gods.” I said I want to go (towards the light) because it was truly heavenly and perfectly indescribably wonderful. The voice responded, “you are more than welcome to come.” I then said that I wanted to but that my errand wasn't complete because I wanted to raise my child.” I stayed, and I remembered coming back into myself on the operating table. So allow me to set that stage again, I was in my religion deeply, yet when I had a near-death experience, I saw everyone from a higher consciousness perspective: we are all gods. Today it makes sense to me, but at the time, I couldn't make it out. It baffled me for another three decades while in religion. There is another way, and just because I refused to see what the real truth was, it was there all along waiting on me until I was ready to receive it; to awaken. Nothing has force over our free will, and I would learn that too in 2014 when I made a plea with the universal Gods once again. I'll save that story for another day. But I can assure you it's a real treat to read also. 

It was essential for me to have a happy life, although I had my child die. I was going to understand it, most importantly because I thought I could be a person to help inspire others that have also lost someone special to them and that although they are not a physical, tangible human with blood, flesh and bones we still can have excellent beautiful relationships with them. I don't just say this, I've experienced it for myself over and over. I know what I speak of and for the many folks that have a deserted heart because of a loss, I know I can benefit folks in healing and have a newfound belief about their lives and those they love if they so choose. 

The value of communicating with those in non-physical is by hearing without words. It's as if you train a muscle. When I first began my yoga practice in my teens, I had no idea the many powers and capabilities of my body until I regularly used them. That same process is how one uses telepathy in speaking with non-physical. It's because one hasn't used their power to converse, but it will become like second nature once you begin using it. 

Now that I've shared why I craved in wanting to communicate with non-physical, I wanted to share a few experiences as to how I write my books with Beatrix Potter's inspiration. 
I know that if someone who was a writer and artist as Beatrix was in mortality, even after they pass through, they still have a great love and interest in what they enjoyed when they were in physical. Those interests never leave them. They carry on in the expansion, as well as reemerge in the new reincarnated bodies. This will make sense to you if you've ever seen small children that are exceptionally talented, and it seems impossible. It's because they carry on those talents into another human form, while also wanting to experience an entirely new adventure. For instance, I could be the reincarnation version of Beatrix Potter but unlike Beatrix (what we know presently) is she never experienced motherhood as THE Beatrix Potter and living her final years with Warren (the love of her life), so after her transition, she may have wanted to come back and experience motherhood and being with her twin flame. I became apart of her newborn spirit. Make sense? We don't come back identical; however, we do have similar features at times, but not always. Now that same thing will happen many times over. Many spirits also carry Beatrix Potter with them from reemergence. I decided to test this notion on Beatrix when I first began writing The Tale of Sawyer Lamb and I was pleased as punch to start receiving inspiration from the non-physical of Beatrix Potter. (You have to be an open-minded person to read this. I know had I not experienced it for myself I couldn't tell it so flagrantly nor with as much conviction.) 

In The Tale of Pigling Bland, Beatrix named the aunt of Alexander Mrs Pettitoes. I posed the question to Beatrix, where she came up with that name because in my lamb book, there is also a mother sheep and she needs a name. As clear as a bell, Beatrix said, look up in the dictionary what is a pettitoe. Do you know what it is? It's a pigs foot. So guess how I came up with Aunt Trotters? You guessed it! That's what a sheep's foot is named. Now, if one doesn't believe that the spirited don't speak, well then I'm a monkey's uncle. Here's another one, and like I stated prior, I have this happen so frequently I couldn't possibly jot down all the moments and all the inspiration I receive from my spirited friends, but I thought I'd share a few. 

I was trying to think of a name for one of my dogs in my tales, and I recall wondering where in the world, Beatrix Potter came up with Mrs Tiggywinkle. So I asked Beatrix and (again), she said that she loved science, fungi etc. and enjoyed a microscope. So look up what a tiggy winkle is. I looked it up, and it's a protein gene in one type of a hedgehog. Now, you try and convince me that I am not onto a profound understanding of communication between worlds and those that lived, and I'll not hear of it. I would say to you if I'm so mad, If I'm so utterly a mad hatter mystic, then try it and see for yourself. I hope you enjoyed this exceptionally long post. Have a happy day!
Most affably yours til my next swim, Raquelxxx