I have not always been a goody two shoes, ya know? I have been up to all sorts in my life..... here is an appropriate story:
In 1986 I was cooking dinner after work one evening. My teenage son and his 5 friends were having a hoot in the lounge as usual. Suddenly, there was a loud rapping at the front door and Police poured into my home through the back and front doors simultaneously. I calmly switched off the cooker, took the chips out of the deep fryer and watched as they ransacked my home. They had a lovely beagle type dog with them who was sniffing around for drugs. Unfortunately he favoured my cat's favourite resting spots close to the heating pipes which passed through the upstairs landing. The cat was out at the time which was particularly good because she would have torn him a new one if she had seen him nosing around her territory!
The police searched high and low, in every possible orifice, and finally (after deliberately smashing my son's guitar) hand-cuffed us all and carted us off to a police station 15 miles away! My neighbours watched from across the road in disgust and made sure that my home was secured after the police had left it wide open to any opportunist burglar.
I was separated from the boys and taken to a cell, shoved inside and the door slammed.
I turned to see the most astonishing sight I have ever beheld in my life.
The whole room, walls and floor were smeared with excrement. There was one plastic covered foam square which was also filthy. I was barefooted so I carefully kicked the foam thing over to reveal a clean surface on the other side. Interestingly the square of floor was also void of shit.
"How convenient!" I thought and sat on the foam thing with my feet on the clean patch of floor. I immediately went into a meditation.
I guess that must have been about 8pm. At 4am a couple of burly police officers opened the cell door and I carefully stood up, smiling broadly. They looked a bit surprised.
I was escorted to an interview room where two detectives were trying to look intimidating. I grinned widely at them and said "Thank you SO much for the 8 hours in that cell! That was the longest, most peaceful, uninterrupted meditation I have had since I was in labour 16 years ago!"
You should have seen their faces. The two police officers stomped out of the door and the two detectives squirmed in their seats as I settled down on the opposite side of a table from them.
I felt fantastic, I have to tell you. I was genuinely energised and so happy.....
Anyway.... they asked me lots of odd questions and I said "No comment" to every one. Then they repeated the same questions over again. I said "I refer you to the answer I gave earlier" and could barely control the giggles.... Eventually they tried a new tactic.
"Your son says you buy cannabis for him and his friends!" That was too much for me. I just burst out laughing. Then came the piece de resistance:
"We found white powder in your home! What is it?" I stopped giggling and thought for a bit. I said:
"Well, if it was in my bedroom it was talcum powder. If it was in the bathroom it was tooth powder or Vim (scouring powder).... if it was in the kitchen it was flour, cornflour, washing powder, caustic soda - oh god no.... don't tell me you touched that? It is very toxic and will give you a terrible burn!"
The two detectives gave up and ushered me out of their little room.
Outside, on the pavement, my son and all his 5 mates were waiting for me. They at least had shoes on! It was 5am, cold and none of us had any money to get on a bus to travel home or even make a phone call. I gismed my neighbour who lived across the street and was the mother of one of the boys who had been arrested with me. She arrived half an hour later having borrowed another neighbour's car!
We were bailed to return to the police station in about a month I think.
You want to know what the white powder was, don't you?
Well.... I asked at the police station, when they gave me back all the stuff they had confiscated from my home. The officer looked very VERY uncomfortable. I smiled sweetly. He eventually stuttered, into his paperwork "Trebor Extra Strong Mints".
I kid you NOT.
They had arrested 7 people and trashed my home over a tin containing the remains of smashed up sweets.
Did you ever hear anything so funny? 🤣😂🤣😂🤣😂
Best of it was.... my son has a small piece of cannabis resin in his hand when the police had arrived and he had simply dropped it on the carpet by the fireplace. As soon as we got home, he found it and skinned up a lovely joint which we shared, cracking up about our adventure! Obviously the beagle dog was a bit distracted with the scent of pussycat. Poor love.
Aug 19, 2022·edited Aug 19, 2022Liked by Frances Leader
This is good, I think it's important to focus our intentions and energy on what we want to happen. When we put all of our energy into fighting what is here, we give what is here energy.
I first heard of magick from a man who spent a couple decades in prison, and the only way he could survive was deep spiritual practice and evolution. I have a Post-It note on my mirror from a magic video, reminding me to "do easy", do tasks in the easiest most relaxed manner possible, with the least number of steps.
I have not always been a goody two shoes, ya know? I have been up to all sorts in my life..... here is an appropriate story:
In 1986 I was cooking dinner after work one evening. My teenage son and his 5 friends were having a hoot in the lounge as usual. Suddenly, there was a loud rapping at the front door and Police poured into my home through the back and front doors simultaneously. I calmly switched off the cooker, took the chips out of the deep fryer and watched as they ransacked my home. They had a lovely beagle type dog with them who was sniffing around for drugs. Unfortunately he favoured my cat's favourite resting spots close to the heating pipes which passed through the upstairs landing. The cat was out at the time which was particularly good because she would have torn him a new one if she had seen him nosing around her territory!
The police searched high and low, in every possible orifice, and finally (after deliberately smashing my son's guitar) hand-cuffed us all and carted us off to a police station 15 miles away! My neighbours watched from across the road in disgust and made sure that my home was secured after the police had left it wide open to any opportunist burglar.
I was separated from the boys and taken to a cell, shoved inside and the door slammed.
I turned to see the most astonishing sight I have ever beheld in my life.
The whole room, walls and floor were smeared with excrement. There was one plastic covered foam square which was also filthy. I was barefooted so I carefully kicked the foam thing over to reveal a clean surface on the other side. Interestingly the square of floor was also void of shit.
"How convenient!" I thought and sat on the foam thing with my feet on the clean patch of floor. I immediately went into a meditation.
I guess that must have been about 8pm. At 4am a couple of burly police officers opened the cell door and I carefully stood up, smiling broadly. They looked a bit surprised.
I was escorted to an interview room where two detectives were trying to look intimidating. I grinned widely at them and said "Thank you SO much for the 8 hours in that cell! That was the longest, most peaceful, uninterrupted meditation I have had since I was in labour 16 years ago!"
You should have seen their faces. The two police officers stomped out of the door and the two detectives squirmed in their seats as I settled down on the opposite side of a table from them.
I felt fantastic, I have to tell you. I was genuinely energised and so happy.....
Anyway.... they asked me lots of odd questions and I said "No comment" to every one. Then they repeated the same questions over again. I said "I refer you to the answer I gave earlier" and could barely control the giggles.... Eventually they tried a new tactic.
"Your son says you buy cannabis for him and his friends!" That was too much for me. I just burst out laughing. Then came the piece de resistance:
"We found white powder in your home! What is it?" I stopped giggling and thought for a bit. I said:
"Well, if it was in my bedroom it was talcum powder. If it was in the bathroom it was tooth powder or Vim (scouring powder).... if it was in the kitchen it was flour, cornflour, washing powder, caustic soda - oh god no.... don't tell me you touched that? It is very toxic and will give you a terrible burn!"
The two detectives gave up and ushered me out of their little room.
Outside, on the pavement, my son and all his 5 mates were waiting for me. They at least had shoes on! It was 5am, cold and none of us had any money to get on a bus to travel home or even make a phone call. I gismed my neighbour who lived across the street and was the mother of one of the boys who had been arrested with me. She arrived half an hour later having borrowed another neighbour's car!
We were bailed to return to the police station in about a month I think.
You want to know what the white powder was, don't you?
Well.... I asked at the police station, when they gave me back all the stuff they had confiscated from my home. The officer looked very VERY uncomfortable. I smiled sweetly. He eventually stuttered, into his paperwork "Trebor Extra Strong Mints".
I kid you NOT.
They had arrested 7 people and trashed my home over a tin containing the remains of smashed up sweets.
Did you ever hear anything so funny? 🤣😂🤣😂🤣😂
Best of it was.... my son has a small piece of cannabis resin in his hand when the police had arrived and he had simply dropped it on the carpet by the fireplace. As soon as we got home, he found it and skinned up a lovely joint which we shared, cracking up about our adventure! Obviously the beagle dog was a bit distracted with the scent of pussycat. Poor love.
I was never busted again.
Odd that, huh?
This is good, I think it's important to focus our intentions and energy on what we want to happen. When we put all of our energy into fighting what is here, we give what is here energy.
I first heard of magick from a man who spent a couple decades in prison, and the only way he could survive was deep spiritual practice and evolution. I have a Post-It note on my mirror from a magic video, reminding me to "do easy", do tasks in the easiest most relaxed manner possible, with the least number of steps.
WE GOT AN ARMY NOW! Congatulations to US! 👏