Interview with Author J. L. Dawson

Hello Peoples!

I got Jo to answer a few questions, so go ahead and check out the article below: 

Author J. L. Dawson

From Idea to Reality

What a process, writing a book! I never knew I had it in me. When I finally held the finished book in my hand it was a surreal feeling. The process had felt long, but in reality from start to finish it was relatively fast. I couldn’t believe I had done it, a real book; a bona fide book I could show to people with my name on it! Of course in reality it was a team effort. My friend Sandi, my publisher, worked tirelessly; I have no idea how many hours she put into making my dream happen. I really don’t even know the process because she took on the lion’s share of making it happen. I feel blessed that I can just write. 

            Every step of the process I doubted myself, I really believed my story wasn’t that good and wouldn’t really sell. The fact is, I started writing it about twelve years ago and shelved it after nine chapters, because I just didn’t think It was good enough. Then to have a friend read it and beg for more and more until the book became a series, was quite something. I never expected it and when I started writing it all those years ago, I never really thought it would happen.

            I remember seeing the cover art for the book; the final copy and pinning it up on my pin board. I’d look at it every day and it felt so unreal! This was mine, I had done this. The talent of the graphic designer was amazing too. That he caught my vision was remarkable; it turned out so much better than I ever thought it would!

            I’m immensely thankful to the people who made it happen for me – my publisher, the graphic designer, people who’ve read and edited my stories. I never would have got it past my computer had it not been for them. I love just being able to focus on the writing.

            Many people have asked me how I come up with ideas or how I get the story to flow but I really am not sure of the answer? For me, it started with the character Abigail. She lived in my head for a few years before I put anything on page, it was like the story grew around her. I would sit at my keyboard and just put myself into Abigail’s mindset then the words would tumble out. I would dream about her and the things that happened to her.

            I read widely in the genre I write in and I’ve watched many tv shows and movies too set in the same kind of era. I feel like I’m familiar with it, despite being in another country and time. Sometimes I feel like I know the 19th Century better than my own.  The struggle I find is really what to leave out of the story; sometimes I wake up and think ‘no my character wouldn’t have said that or done that’ and I go and correct it. I’ve so loved developing characters, especially my feisty heroines! Some are based on people I’ve encountered in my life, and some are entirely fictional, but I feel like they’ve become friends and family to me in some ways. When I finished writing about the Collins family, I felt like I’d lost family. I’ve decided I’ll write more about them, their legacy is so real to me now.

            I’ve started a second series based on a Mountie and his life, learning to juggle between his duty and his commitment to family. It’s called “Twixt Duty and Love.” It looks like it will be three books at this stage. Watch this space! 

            I have a few other stories floating around in my head that hopefully I’ll get onto the screen at some point. I don’t have as much time to write as I’d like, some days I wish I could insert a flash drive into my brain and download all the ideas!!

            Has writing a book changed me? Yes! It’s an exciting and humbling experience, it has helped me to believe in myself. Having people tell me they like my story has been incredible, people can relate to the characters and all the things they face. It may be set in the 19th century, but all those situations are still faced today. Woven through the first book is a lot of my own story and that’s made me feel quite vulnerable at times, putting my heart out there on the page and running the risk of people poking holes in it. I’ve been hugely surprised though at who has been touched by it.

            I get to fill in the ‘occupation’ box on forms with ‘author’ now and it’s very surreal, but I’m hooked! I love to write now and the stories just seem to grow. I usually have a start point, an end point, a main character and a title when I begin and it just grows from there into something, even I find extraordinary.  It’s a God-given talent, it can’t be anything else. He gives me the words that I hope will encourage and inspire others to persevere and hold onto hope in life, no matter what it throws at you.

            I look forward to book two coming soon and I hope my readers love them as much as I do!!

3 am.

I remember so well the mornings you would whisper to me and awaken me at 3 am.  I loved being woken by you; the sweet aroma of love that enveloped me as you took me through your Word and uttered your divine mysteries into my heart.  As I look back at the things I wrote, I am aware of your presence, your calling, the hope I had – that now seems so shaky.

The cares of life, the pressures of the daily routine I fall into, the raising of children, the businesses, marriage and all its woes – where did WE go Yeshua?

I remember walking along the country road and hearing you speak so clearly to me.  The dreams you would share with me, the laughter that would easily enrapture my soul.  I think of the time you called me by my special name, a name only we know, and how in love I felt with you. 

The times I would come and minister to your heart, as you had done to my broken one, and yet you seemed so besotted with me too.  It’s a love story that is better than Disney or Hallmark, and yet I’ve settled for those love stories too now.

The worship that would flow from my mouth, emptying my soul into the ether as you showed me a new facet of your being.  How I miss you!

I sit on the carpet and weep now, such deep anguish in my soul – without words, they seem utterly meaningless, just guttural noises and tears falling out of me.

I remember those times I would pray and ask you to hold me as I slept, I needed you and your comfort so desperately.  And now, I have a physical husband and we watch endless TV series.

What once was a thriving love relationship based on your Word, your Presence and your Worship, has been replaced with many many programmes that fill the mind, scare the soul and leave the heart deeply grief-ridden and empty.

Walks that used to be two-way conversations, seem to be replaced with work.  Or should I say, plug up the ears and listen to yet another podcast that will invariably dull down my pour neglected heart?

Being misconstrued as something that I am not, and yet being fully unable to be the real person you have created me to be.

Longing for you, and yet when I don’t get the response needed, just plop down and dismiss it all as emotionalism…..hoping it wasn’t, knowing it wasn’t, but in this current climate that I live in, your Presence isn’t necessarily a necessity….

Yeshua, how I need you.  I realise how desperate my soul has become.  I have all that I ever asked for and yet my soul feels dead.  I find wonder in the dance, the hope, the dream and the memory.  But I need you more than I ever have! 

Looking back into diaries that stretch to twenty-five years, I went through a bad marriage, separation, divorce, rape, being a single mother, various diagnoses, depression, anxiety, poverty, debt, spiritual abuse, fractured relationships, reconciliation, different churches, different doctrines, and so the list keeps growing.  But you were the One who was my main staple in all those times.  These past ten years, there have been sporadic moments of you and your mystery, but they didn’t last long.  It would be easy to blame my husband, children, business and the like.  But the truth is, I haven’t needed much of you for the physical necessities like I used to.

Believe it or not, the truth is, I need you more than ever as we approach the end of days here on earth.  

You are everything.

It just took having everything on earth to know how desolate I am now.

Please can we reconcile?

The Diagnosis

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Last year in so many ways, was wonderful for Neil and I. Many of the reasons are listed in previous blogs. Despite the death of three loved ones, lockdowns, homeschooling, limited work, quarantine and the like, we have been so blessed.

But, just before Christmas I had not been feeling the best. I had been coughing my brains out for weeks on end, and had to resort to using an inhaler – something I only used about once a year now. I finally went to the Doctor, and came out with the diagnosis of some weird disease. Not anything that will kill me, but something that got me used to new words, like ‘sphincter’ – which by the way you should never look up online without the word ‘oesophagal’ in front of it 🙂

He stuck me on medication and told me that he will need to see me in about six weeks time. That time is approaching. He told me not to make any changes, just let the medication do it’s thing, and if my original symptoms decrease, then this will need a drastic diet overhaul.

So, like a diligent wee soldier who cannot stand taking medications, I have done so and prayed along the way. The symptoms have indeed decreased, and I know what the near future will bring. However, I wasn’t prepared for the side affects: the need for an inhaler, and quite severe breathlessness at times. Normal walking and exercising started to be quite traumatic after that first pill. Restriction across my chest, heart palpitations and panic attacks. The simplest of things becoming a bit much. Bursting into tears. Utter STRESS! My hope and prayer is that things come right after finishing the meds.

Well. I have been online and looked at what needs to be done, and rather than wait, I wanted to get moving now that the festive season has left us. Cutting out wine, coffee and tea – have you ever experienced caffeine withdrawals? Argh!! Next comes the hard part: half the vegetables I have grown in my garden, are now deemed not good for me! That’s just plain rude. Still, I am cutting back the ‘bad’ ones and starting to introduce the ‘good’ ones.

I am not sad, worried or scared. What I am, is utterly relieved – and slightly ashamed. I had been praying and asking God to guide me. I had put on weight and felt deathly ashamed of myself and was having all sorts of issues that weren’t the norm for me. And that in and of itself, is something that I think needs to be addressed here: I am the first to put up my hand and say I have enjoyed the unhealthy foods this year, just a bit too much. They have taken their toll and now I am having to dial back things in order to regain my health. I just wish we would see gluttony for the sin that it really is. I now am…

I have been before the Lord in repentance, and have reinstated the prayer I included in the back of the original copy of Mirabelle. It seems, it was entirely prophetic, writing a prayer of thanksgiving for our bodies. I have spoken with my family, prayed with my husband, and actually apologised to my body. Our bodies DO have a voice – it is the voice of flesh, and Yeshua has provided a way of healing and wholeness through His shed blood and broken body, too. We are not powerless and left alone. We are full of the authority and power of Yeshua, if only we would tap into it and use it.

And so, I am learning something new this year. I am learning to take better care of me. There have been other deep emotional reasons that have aided and abetted in this journey, and they are being addressed too, but I certainly am feeling optimistic and excited about this jolly diagnosis!

Happiest 2021 to all of you!

Sandi 🙂

Watching…

Photo © Sandi Wilson.

I have quietly sat back and watched happening around me, things that don’t shock me anymore. They don’t worry me like they used to. They don’t make me upset now. Why? Because I am USED to it.

When you live in this little village of a few thousand, which is rapidly growing, you get to understand and DISCERN things at a deeper level. You understand that it’s not personality conflicts or clashes; there are principalities and powers at play, here in this little paradise.

A number of years ago, the Lord told me that I would encounter a particular ‘spirit’. He assured me it wasn’t IN me or operating THROUGH me, but that it would manifest all around me. He would use all of this to firstly; teach me, and then secondly; write about it in an allegorical style. I am currently doing that.

What makes me stop and pause, is the Body of Christ, in this area. I’ve never witnessed such lies, division, deception and dishonour. I watch others build their own little Kingdoms, and I watch further yet, the Hand of the Lord intervene. I see different ones around, wearing instead of armour, a breastplate that is wonky, full of holes and slipping off. I see helmets hanging down people’s backs and blasted with what looks like dynamite. Such mental anguish within these ones. I see many walking around with their swords, dull and unused. I see shoes that are worn out and hanging together by a thread. I see belts of lies instead of truth, and paganism and other gods, tightening their grip around these Saints.

My heart doesn’t break for these – it wars! Like the Warrior Princess, there are times that my Saviour leads me into warring in prayer and declaration; destroying the works of the enemy. Then there are times, when I step back and listen. Times when I stand and watch – oh how I have watched for over a decade and seen beautiful people turning proud and ugly. Beautiful on the outside and glaringly ugly on the inside.

Abba Father has shown me the rotten foundations, the chasing out of the Prophets, from this very village. He has shown me the Religious ones, who harken to a strict set of rules and know nothing about His abundant grace. He has shown me the gems, which society overlooks. He has shown me His heart, and how He grieves over the factions, divisiveness, disunity and pain with the Ekklesia; but oh how He roars!

Will we awaken to His roar, or will we keep on the path of the familiar?

Hmm, it’s worth thinking about.

SparkleMoon Update

Hello friends

I hope this finds you all well. There certainly seems to be alot going on ‘out there’ in this crazy old world, but we’ve been more concentrated on the ‘in here’ and keeping our noses to the grind.

SparkleMoon Publishing has gone a bit nuts! I’m completely understating it here, but we truly have gone out into the ether now, and our books are slowly but surely, heading out the door. Actually, when ‘Awakening of the Heart’ finally arrived from the printers, we were sold out the next morning! I did not expect that. My prayer has always been, ‘slowly but surely Lord’, however it seems the Lord had other plans.

The new updated version of Mirabelle has come back from the printers, and to be honest, it makes me quite proud. I am no longer the person I was two years ago, sitting wringing her hands desperately worried what others think about the book; I simply stand by every word written. It’s not a stretch to say, I poured myself into this novel, as I most certainly did. However, the Lord has poured so graciously, back into my soul, so that I can continue to write the sequel – and boy have I been having fun with that!

Currently we are not ON Masada, we are IN Masada. There are treasures galore! The new book starts with a battle scene – it’s fair to say though, that writing a battle scene has been a huge stretch for me, but I am pretty happy with how that turned out. I love how the characters are branching out in this second book, and with the addition of some new characters, there are some amazing storylines popping up!

If any of you are interested, we are on Facebook only as a company page. Here is the link:
https://www.facebook.com/SparkleMoon-Publishing-105293494578984

Also, here is our company Instagram if interested:
https://www.instagram.com/sparklemoonpublishing/

If you are interested in following along with the happenings at SparkleMoon Publishing, feel free to follow or subscribe to our website at:
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Mirabelle Revised by Sandi Wilson
Awakening of the Heart by J.L. Dawson
From Tears to Triumph Devotional by Sharmaine Dobson
George’s World – Where is my Dad? by Sharmaine Dobson
My Way – A Daughter’s Journey into the World of Dementia by Sandi Wilson

These are the books that are currently stocked, and all their details and blurbs are on the SMP website.

Anyhu, just thought you might like to see what we are up too!

Currently, we are trying to master the marketing side of publishing – my goodness what a wild ride that is 😉

In the meantime, take care and be blessed wherever you are in the world. Stand strong, the battle belongs to the Lord!

Sandi 🙂

A Sneak Peek….

So I thought I’d be really smart and privatize this site just so that you guys could have the first look at my secret project – but that didn’t work! It turned out that you had to login or register via email, and that caused some issues, by some of the language I could hear in the other room!

Well, before I go ahead and do my reveal, I just wanted to give you a background on who Mirabelle is and why this book is important to me.

Mirabelle is based on a woman who was a dear friend for many years. She underwent most of her cancer journey before I met her, and over the course of getting to know her, the story she shared really impacted me.

I didn’t know many people who have had significant body parts removed in order for them to survive, but she is one of them. A large softball size tumour was discovered inside her that encompassed her bladder, bowel and internal genitalia. She had to have all three reconstructed over the period of a few years, and still to this day she doesn’t function fully. But you would never know. You wouldn’t know that her bladder is made from pigskin. You wouldn’t know that her bowel is made from some of her large intestine. You wouldn’t know that her internal genitalia were the last thing to be constructed, and she went without those organs for eighteen months.

So yes, to me she is one of the most inspirational women I have ever had the good fortune to meet.

Unfortunately, our friendship went south not long after I got married. My dear friend is someone who has an incredibly stubborn streak and if you seemingly wrong her, she cuts you off in the most powerful way. You don’t even know, she won’t even tell you, but slowly and surely, she backs off, like she did to me. And she will hurt you on purpose. Because so far, she has been able too.

It took me nine months to process the demise of this once incredibly close relationship. I’d never had a friend where things were shared so openly and honestly, so brutally and with so much humour! We were a dynamic duo when we went anywhere, and behaving wasn’t something that either of us thought to do 🙂 Going to Israel with her and with Neil was fantastic; I did feel sorry for the Tour Guide though – I don’t think he’s ever met a duo like us!

In amongst the pain, the despair I felt and the anger that would rise in wave upon wave, the Lord came to me one morning and gave me such love for this friend. Ex friend. I never call her that, but I guess that is what I am to her now. She has this book, and my guess is that she’s darn angry with me, but as I said to her, what started out writing about her, turned into a greater story that the Father wouldn’t let me leave alone.

I know that she loves Yeshua incredibly deeply, and I know one day we will reconcile. I also know that it will be different.

The character of Alex is based on me. It was with fear and trepidation that I wrote so much of my own personal story within these pages. To bare my soul so openly, I did query the Lord on this? But sometimes in order for others to heal, they need to know that some have been through the same thing. They need to know that they can reach out and touch someone who is similar to them. I know I am just a chick from Snells Beach, New Zealand, but God sees me differently to others.

When Mirabelle was released just over two years ago, we had just come back from a disastrous trip to Israel, and I was suffering from depression. I wasn’t in the right place to own this novel, or to accept the path that the Lord was leading me down, but somehow it seems right to do so now.

So, with all that background in mind, I am so pleased to show you the new cover that my brother (a 100+ Award winning Creative Director) has designed for when we re-release Mirabelle back out into the public!

We are currently working to get me out of my old contract with the Publisher in London, so that soon I can release this on our own logo.

Well, there you have it!

Until next time

Shalom
Sandi 🙂

My Dearest Friend….

With every message that goes unanswered, every email that no one seems to respond to, excuses made and heartache booming in my soul – there you are. For the longest of times, you have stood by me, loved me, helped me, cherished me, made me laugh until I cried and been with me. You believed in me when everyone gave up, you cheered me on when I made the smallest of steps, and now here we are. I cannot remove the pain of the past or the wounds of such terror, but I can be a safe place as you are to me. I can love you, as you have loved me. In the darkest of souls and the deepest of nightmares, I will stand with you as you have stood with me. I adore you. I love you. My sister and trusted confidante. And so I dedicate this poem to you, My Dearest Friend.

Ancient Ruins, 2002

I walked through the ancient ruins today

And saw some ghosts of yesteryear

I looked through the brokenness and found

You were still sitting amongst the mess

Won’t you come my way sweet child?

And walk into the fresh air,

Breathe and let the sun’s rays warm your body

Let the light fill your cold soul.

I wandered around and saw many things

Images I recognised from years gone by

I felt the pain, but it was no longer mine

I let it go, many moons ago

I saw things that could have haunted me

And walked all through the mess

But nothing can touch a heart that is now

Wrapped with grace and armed with forgiveness.

I left the Ancient Ruins today

My heart completely in one piece

I took back my inner child and now – she’s safe again in me.

A Sword in the hands of a Mighty Warrior Princess.

Lakota – The Birthday Boy!

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Sammy asked me a while ago to write something for him, so I thought being his birthday, this would be the perfect moment 🎂🥳

I could tell the story of the dreams I had prophesying his coming, or I could tell you all the Angelic activity surrounding his birth.

I could go on and on about what a gift Sammy is to our family, and how much healing the Lord gave us through Sammy’s presence in our life.

I could say I’m amazed at what this wonderful child can do, and even the shortcomings that he has.

Yes, there is so much that I could say.

But from this Mother’s heart, to the heart of this wonderous boy, I simply want to say THANK YOU!

Your life and your unconditional love, have given me a sense of purpose I didn’t know I was missing.

Your heart for humanity and your love for your family is something that warms me constantly.

Your love of the more innocent things whilst most teens are indulging in darker matters, is phenominal to me!

Your ‘collections’ that crowd your floor, your shelves, your cupboards and your wardrobe are a sight to behold!!

Your kindness towards others never ceases to amaze me.

Your knowledge of history and God’s world makes me scratch my head often….😉

And knowing your own mind and having your own voice, especially in this current world we live in, are things that will keep you when times get even weirder.

I love you Sammy. I am proud of you. You are such a gift to me and to your family, and our lives are so much more brighter and filled with wonder, now that you are here.

Lakota Samuel David Wilson – happy birthday our darling teenage boy, we love you!! 🥳‼👍😘🙌🎈🎉🎊🎁

50 and The Mask

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I wrote a blog once about de-masking and becoming real. Foolishly, I deleted it. I then went on and deleted all of my blogs. I did print out some of them, but The Mask was not among them! There had been much ado about something or rather, and I felt unsafe blogging. Oh the foolish actions of someone who was too scared to stand and face the very truth that she longed to convey. However, after letting go of some people and opinions, I realised it was time to reflect back and write from the heart, once again.

You know, it’s never too late to take a stand and show the world the true you, the one that has all the sags, bags and wrinkles but knows enough to be sure, and enough to remain humble.

I got confused by someone who used to tell me, that to the public, they would wear a mask.  It just didn’t sit right with me. There was always conflict with them, it was never plain sailing. Speaking one thing to one person, yet saying something entirely different to someone else. Keeping their cards very close to their chest, and yet demanding an audience and trying to have a perception of authority and wisdom. It never worked for me.

I learnt through some very troubling times, that if you indeed are going to wear a mask, then you had better be prepared for the eventuality that it will be ripped off someday. And you had better pray that the Lord does it gently and privately, so as not to seem like a public spectacle or debarcle.

You see, if one is truly authentic and living in the light of God’s love, there is absolutely no reason at all to wear a mask anymore. Who are you trying to hide from and who are you trying to fool? Those with a sense of discernment and any sense of true perception, are going to see right through it, and if they have enough mettle, they will call you on it too.

There’s something about turning fifty, or even just a few weeks beforehand, that made me question alot about my life and come out from behind my self-imposed mask.

I decided to stop dying my hair. I realised there are just some foods I can no longer eat, even though I like them. I have come to love my stretchmarks, they are my badges of pregnancy and carrying such great blessings. After years of of trying to gain my pre-Sammy body, I’ve come to realise that rounded and larger is good too. I love my wrinkles, they show I have lived. I really adore my laughter lines, because my goodness there is still so much joy to share in! I have come to appreciate my boobs are saggy, but they have fed and nurtured my kiddos. I’ve also come to appreciate that I am going through major hormonal changes (menopause) and the greatest gift I can give (apart from nutrition) is love and kindness towards myself. I have found walking my beloved beach to be such a tonic of healing and health, and I have found my love of dancing again!

There are those who want to label me a worshipper, a prophet, an author, a publisher, a this or a that. But what I know for sure is that I am a Watchman and I call out what I see. I am not popular, I never have been and don’t aspire to be. I am not a great Beauty to the world, but I am to my husband and children. I am not a Rockstar, but I love my singing voice – because these days I have come to appreciate I sing for an audience of One. I don’t have anything to prove with my writing or my blogs, I just write what I sense the Lord telling me too. I feel such great sadness and joy within the same moment, and realise that is how the Lord made me, and I know how to manage those emotions now. I see the world and life very differently to a few years ago, and I’m not afraid to live it.

We live in such unprecedented and tumultuous times, we don’t know where or when the next disaster will be. But we know the One who calms the seas, brings Shalom (peace) to the raging heart; gives us joy for sadness; a song instead of a dirge; provision from Heaven; parts the sea of troubles for us to walk right through; hope for the nations and love for all mankind. His name is Yeshua (Jesus) – He alone is our Salvation, our Rock and the strong tower of our Defense, AND the name above ALL names – including Covid-19! We serve a Mighty God who knows the end from the beginning, who writes OUR names upon His hand, who loves us so completely and delights in us abundantly.

I love this time of life, and have continued to embrace all the changes. There is so much to be thankful for, so much to be excited about and so much yet to do.

But the one thing I know for sure, unequivocably and indeliably – you can’t do any of this from living behind a mask!

Level…Madness!

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I’m not here to bash our Prime Minister, I believe that she is doing what she can with the knowledge and resources available to her. Nor will I bash our Health Minister, because he again, is being guided by all the statistics, the resources and the information that is given to him at all times during the day. I won’t bash the workers who have relentlessly put themselves out there in the public, dealing with all the confusion of masks, handwashing, sanitisation, social distancing, and taking large pay cuts. I think of those who have lost their jobs and who now are facing an even more uncertain future. I am so mindful of the children, here at home, being homeschooled and trying to be taught by parents and care givers who may not have the experience, expertise or the patience to delve into academia.

But I will address, the New Zealand public.

By and large, I know that most people have tried their best to follow the ads on tv, the things to read on the internet, the messages from the Prime Minister and the Health Minister. I know that a large majority of us have tried to follow the rules, do what’s best and keep safe.

But there are those of us who have been horrible. Those who have blatantly flailed the rules, have gone out of your way to do whatever it is they wanted, when they wanted, and to hell with the rest of us. Those who have walked into the places where my daughters have worked, and have gotten up in their faces, have verbally abused them, have terrified them and have left them shaken. Those who have yelled and abused myself, my husband and my son when we were deemed Essential workers, and had no necessity to do so. We had the paperwork, we followed the protocols set out for us and yet, some felt that from their homes, from behind their fences and just from their front yards, they could just yell whatever they wanted at us. Well they can’t!!

We as parents, made the decision that even though we could have carried on, we won’t work under those pressures, nor allow our son to carry on in those conditions. Now that the level has dropped and the run has resumed, we have still said no.

I can’t count the amount of times that my strong daughters have walked through the door straight into my arms, bawling their eyes out after a shift of non stop abuse. But yet the self entitled ignoramouses think it’s ok to speak to others on the frontline, like they are a piece of dirt. I was more than mortified when it was named that OUR supermarket made the front page of the news for a woman my age punching one of the shop’s Managers. How is this ok? The other supermarket carpark had fights breaking out and brawling, over things that I can’t even remember.

In all my years walking the roads of Aotearoa, New Zealand, I have never been more ashamed and baffled with my fellow brethren. I can’t even begin to look at people the same anymore, because the fact is, we have changed – as a people and as a nation. We have a wonderful aspect to us, being Kiwis; we are renowned worldwide for our kind, caring and laid back nature, our welcoming attitude, but I dare say that has by and large changed now. It’s interesting that if you scratch the surface, what’s been festering underneath sure does come out, and this Lockdown has proved that to us, here at home. The insistance of over the top narcissitic monstrosities who think they are better than the rest of us, and do deserve the right to speak to others like they are dumb animals, well I do declare, that isn’t right!

I wish that this Lockdown had brought about a greater sense of community and unity amongst us, but to alot of us who’ve borne the behaviour of the walking dead, we’ve seen society’s nastiness in full bloom.

There is so much for us to fear, so much misinformation. None of us know who to trust, where to get information that is correct and true, rather than fitting the accepted narrative. There is also much for us to look forward to. But we as a people, we as a nation, we have to do better. We can’t expect to abuse each other and then when the final level of Lockdown ends, think we can just carry on with normal life – normal life has gone now. None of us know who and what, where and how things will be, laws that have quietly been implemented, technologies that have been invented and new rules that have been put forward.

I’m sorry that my honesty may have offended some individuals, but I can no longer sit back and allow people to treat my family and those wonderful Essential Workers nationwide, like utter crap.

Will we do better when the next thing hits?

I pray we do.

UPDATE 22/05/2020

When I wrote the above piece, I chose to leave out a very important part — I now have permission to write about it 🙂

Both our girls started to present with symptoms that were congruent with Covid-19.  At the insistance of the Manager at one of their workplaces, they both spoke to a Registered Nurse and were told to immediately head for the nearest testing station, in our case, up in Wellsford.

After the initial ‘brain tickle’, the girls had to spend a few days home whilst awaiting the results.  I had fortunately bought some high quality Silver Sol, which is more potent than Collodial Silver, and had administered this to them, alongside very high doses of Vitamin C.  We then had to lock our gates, put a notice on said gates and quarantine ourselves until the results were in.  I’ve never felt such stress in my body before.  It wasn’t until the very last morning that I got a handle on it, and by that afternoon we received the results.

To date, this was the hardest part of Lockdown!

So, until next time peoples, stay well and God bless you all <3