An Elephant Never Forgets

I remember when I first heard about genetic memory. It was in regards to elephants and that they can locate water holes they have not visited in generations. I guess I never thought about the concept that humans can also exhibit genetic memory until recently.

Is it actually genetic memory, or is it a memory from a past life? Is that feeling we all call deja vu a memory? An image stored in our brains as a child which is forgotten by our conscious minds, dwelling in the back of our childhood images, our minds flicking through them like an old school slide show projector.

I recently won a treatment from Inner Peace Healing in a competition. I was really keen as I had never had kinesiology and that was one of the treatments offered, and it was what Robyn suggested we start with.

You simply lie down and Robyn then tests various points on your body by pushing on them, she asks questions and then ‘tests’ the body’s reactions. I was thinking it seemed a bit airy fairy but then she seemed to ‘lock in’ to her higher power or spirit guide or whomever was giving her the scoop. She started to ask me about certain ages of my life. She would find a ‘blockage’ and then ask, ‘what happened when Lisa was x age’. She then would work on clearing the energy of that area. She worked through my own life and then started going back to times which happened hundreds of years ago. She would then get a message that in year 1579, for example, such and such happened.

The most amazing bit was when she came to my right hip (not the one I had replaced) and said that I had a block there as I had died from a fall from a horse. She then said ‘you were a man in this life’ and then we both said at the same time ‘no, a boy’. My eyes flew open as I realised we were completely experiencing the same thing. I then went back to my relaxed state and we carried on, she and I were repeating the same things at the same time. In summary, I was a Lord and the heir to a very wealthy family when I fell from my horse and died.

She went back to a past life when I was a slave, she talked about what happened and who it happened with. I knew it was another life experience with my ex-husband before she confirmed it. I was the slave, he was the Master. That explains a lot.

When I was having past life regression one of the concepts I heard about was genetic debt or memories where you hold onto the bad energy from your ancestral line. I don’t think this happens at the cellular level, I imagine it to be more of a universal energy type of thing. But what do I know? I am but the psychic equivalent of Dora the Explorer. Minus the cute monkey.

I have not blogged in a few weeks, as Norman was away in Mexico, then Scotland and then Lesotho. We deliberately kept it quiet about his travel as we always have drama when he is gone. This time I at least had Lily with me as Caitlin had already gone to visit her Dad and Josh has finished his studies and moved back to George to work with his dad.

We did have a wee bit of drama on the last night before Norm returned. It was a torrential downpour, one of the worst storms to ever hit the Cape. Lily and I had fallen asleep on the couches watching telly and woke at 1:00am suddenly. We then got up to go upstairs to bed and noticed the alarm was flashing and not armed. Then our bedroom sensor went off and the alarm started shrieking. We then heard over the Neighbourhood Watch radio that there were 5 black men armed with knives being chased by the police. Just what you want to hear when in a pseudo-panic. I’m surprised we didn’t shriek with the alarm, but we held hands and crept bravely upstairs to my bedroom. There were no signs of anything of concern but we still asked ADT to come and do a walk around.

We then realised the earth leakage had been tripped by water permeating the electric gate system and that was what was causing havoc. I knew that Norm does something or other out in the guest flat when that happens, but I wasn’t sure exactly what. Lily and I went out in the pouring rain and had a fiddle about, by then ADT had arrived and Lily went out to speak to them, she got completely drenched and they told her they cannot help us, we have to phone the technical team. We went back outside and faffed around for a bit, not having a clue what we were doing.

We realised all of the plugs were off due to the earth leakage, so the deep freeze and fridge were off. This made me worry about all of our dog meat spoiling (that shit is expensive!!). Lily decided to sleep me with in my giant bed and we locked up all of the security doors and went to bed. I lay there worrying about the fact we were sleeping with no alarm on and my freezer was slowly thawing. Also I could not put my fan on and I am one hot mama when sleeping, I gotta have a fan.

And then I had a burst of sense, (not easy at 2am) and realised that if we isolate the gate off the circuit we could put the earth leakage back on and the plugs would at least work. So up we get, unlock all of the security gates, trudge back downstairs and sort that out, giving each other a high five when the plugs all beeped back on.

The next day we found it all quite amusing, but at the time we were petrified.

Today is Thanksgiving and also Hanukkah. If you celebrate either of these holidays, I wish you happiness. I do not celebrate but I am still thankful. I have a wonderful husband who adores me, I have 3 beautiful, clever amazing children and we have a lovely comfortable home. I still have my Mom even if I seldom get to see her, I have great friends and a well paid job. I have so many blessings and I am so grateful for them all. I hope you are also blessed and if so – I hope you are grateful and give thanks to whatever power you believe in.

She Talks To Angels

The week since our party has been full on so I was very happy to see the arrival of the weekend.

Sunday we went to Alphenstube. The food was beautifully cooked. I had chicken schnitzel and chips and a side of sauerkraut which I love but seldom have. Norm had a lovely looking big steak with chips and mushroom sauce. But it was an odd little venue. I would go back though as the food was beautifully prepared. I finished off with the creme brûlée which was really fabulous.

On Monday night Sam, Caitlin, Norm and I went to Pescarne, a new restaurant in Hout Bay.

This was my 3rd visit and this was the tie breaker. The 1st visit we had perfect service, deliciously cooked food and a brilliant evening. I had the fillet with a tempura king prawn. It was so good I had it again the 2nd visit. The 2nd visit- not so nice. We had a different waiter who kept wandering vaguely off, the food was not as well prepared, but the worst is that the fillet I had was the end of the joint and not very tender or nice. As it was a very expensive dish I wasn’t happy. But the 1st time it was so good that I tried it again. I was so disappointed with it. We shared the halloumi as a starter and it was very salty. All in all it was a disappointing evening the 2nd time round.

This visit we ordered fried halloumi, springbok carpaccio and a scallop and prawn pot to share between us. They were all very nice, the halloumi had a lovely crunchy batter and was a creamy texture, not rubbery. It was again very salty however. The springbok was rich and nicely dressed. I had so looked forward to the prawn and scallop dish but the scallops were far smaller than we get in Europe. That dish was just average, I didn’t like the gelatinous texture of the sauce, almost as if there was a thickening agent which had not been ‘cooked down’.

I had a beautiful succulent piece of kingklip on a bed of rice which almost had the texture of risotto.

It really was divine.

For dessert I had the same dessert I’ve had all 3 of my visits, the chocolate fondant. It was warm and creamy and rich. It came with a wee dollop of custard and ice cream.


Work was incredibly busy with our final migration done on Tuesday and I should have been busy all evening testing, except I was booked into the Xtraordinary Woman event, Success in High Heels cocktail evening. It was at the Two Oceans Aquarium and it was a gorgeous venue. As always it was a very inspiring evening with many interesting speakers.

I was rather distracted however as that afternoon Cordelia had come to me to tell me she needed to borrow money as her brother had killed a man at the shabeen on Saturday night. She said they argued over a woman and both pulled knives, her brother just got more licks in and he killed the other man and was in Pollsmoor the same prison where Nelson Mandela spent part of his incarceration.

The African custom, according to Cordelia, is that the family of the ‘killer’ has to pay for the burial of the victim. As the oldest of the family, this and all responsibility falls on Cordelia. She came to me with tears in her eyes, shaking with apprehension. I proceeded to get the story out of her, between her broken English and my non-existent Xhosa we managed to understand each other. Cordelia does not live her life like her brother obviously did and it makes me so angry that despite her clean life style and Christian beliefs, that she has to pay for her brothers violent drunken behaviour.

I told her we would make a plan and I would loan her R1000 to pay for the burial. With Christmas round the corner and all the other expenses I have had lately that was what I felt I could spare. I discussed it with Norm and then I had to shoot out as my lift had arrived.

I later get a message from the bank to say he has taken out R2000 instead. More than I wanted to give but Cordelia needed it, so we will just have to work around it. Luckily we are not going away for Christmas so my spending will be less. We will manage.

Wednesday was Sam’s job interview at a company in Century City. I had asked for the day off as leave so I could take her there and then for a nice celebratory lunch after, but as we had migrated the previous night I needed to do the recon and testing. Rather than let the team down I worked, and brave Sam set off in my unreliable car, using my dodgy GPS which gets me lost constantly, to an area of Cape Town she had never been to with her interview at the end of it all. No stress then! I was like a proud Mom when she eventually made it back home. She felt the interview went well, the only obstacle is getting a visa. The company often import staff so they have this process in place, so we are hoping praying and pleading with the Universe to make it happen.

I finished my testing at 2 and we shot off to have a bit of fun on her last day. First a bit of shopping where I finally made a start on my Christmas shopping and Sam got a few bits to remember SA. Then we went to The Lookout Deck. We ordered frozen cocktails and some sushi.


Sam is a recent sushi convert – recent as in this trip! She took to it like a umm…seal. ‘Duck to water’ didn’t sound right, do ducks eat fish?

We had a lovely time, chatting loads, laughing even more. We had a meal and 3 cocktails and we were over it, ready to go home and hang with the family in our jimjams. The days of getting so totally off the rails appear to be somewhat behind us 🙂

We wanted to extend it as we both hated that Sam was going home the next day. I drove her to the airport, we refused to say goodbye instead we said, “see you soon” as that job MUST be hers!!

I had a meeting in town on my way back from the airport, so I popped in for that and grabbed some lunch. I had the Girl Geeks Dinner that night and do not like to go when starving like I did on the Tuesday at the SIHH event.

I was so tired, but I do love Girl Geeks and always meet someone new and interesting. So I mustered up some enthusiasm and off we went to Cafe Chic in Gardens.

I was glad I did. The venue was stunning. Beautifully decorated, the venue was like a tardis, it went on and on, each room more delightful. The food was served as canapés with the staff coming round with platters of deliciousness. Retha and I were both too exhausted to stand in the function room for ages, so we drifted off to a cosy corner in the lounge which luckily happened to be by the kitchen so we got 1st choice at all the platters. The service was impeccable.

Friday the girls all went for a coffee for Camilla’s birthday, but I had been assigned a new analyst and I needed to do a project overview for him. I was so tired and ditzy I left my charger at home so had to leave when it died, then just came home and worked a bit before crashing.

I have a lazy weekend planned and I intend to attempt the world record for the longest non-stop pajama wearing.

Meanwhile, I’ll keep sending the Universe the message that Sam, like me, is meant to be in Africa -the place where our hearts feel at home.

“I do not like green eggs and ham I do not like them Sam-I-Am.”

Halloween has always been one of my favourite holidays. I’ve always loved the freedom of being in a fancy dress outfit. The funny thing is I don’t have a single childhood memory of trick or treating. We lived out in the country side – miles away from much of anything except a few other houses, all with long drives and vast stretches of darkness and shadows.

I do remember once going trick or treating with my cousins as they lived in an actual ‘subdivision’ with houses all close enough that you could rack up quite the bounty of goodies which was great fun.

Tomorrow is our annual party and my friend Sam has flown over from Spain to attend. Extreme? Yes, but that is how we roll.

Sam and I have been friends since I moved to England and started working at British Gas. We decided it must have been 1998 that we met, which in some ways seems a lifetime ago and in some ways seems like yesterday.
We have been through a few parties together that is for sure.

me sam

Last night we all went to Chapman’s Peak Hotel as Sam fancied calamari. We then started reminiscing and talking about the nonsense we have gotten up to through the years.

Norm reminded us of the many times Sam and I would go clubbing in Birmingham, then phone him to come and collect me in the middle of the night, then while waiting I would hear a great tune, dive back into the club only to leave Norm driving round the dark streets of the city for hours looking for me while I am inside gyrating on a podium.

Or the other time when Norm dropped 3 girls in the city to go clubbing, then when he collected us there were about 10 people waiting. He gave us all a lift, even stopping at the chippy for take aways as we of course were all drunk and ravenous.

When we got home and stumbled out the van we get a phone call from Loz, one of the girls who went into town with us. She was asking where we were – oops, we left her in the city and brought home loads of other randoms. Norm then had to turn around and drive back to the city to find her. This was at least an hour round trip and it was probably 3am or so by then.

When he got back to find a big pile of uneaten fish and chips he was even more unimpressed with me.

The other time which he loves to recount is when Sam, myself and group of girls had gone out after work in Solihull one night when Norm was in London working. He was to come and collect me on his way back, so he rang us to ask where we were. My response ‘we are in the back of a police car’. We had somehow managed to get into a huge street fight with a gang of drug addled youth. The one lil fucktard had grabbed Sam by the booty and I decided to thump him. I then chucked a full coke can and hit him in the head which then made it all kick off big style. It was all rather messy and ended up with one of our friends getting badly injured.

I think our best memories are of my birthday weekend in Amsterdam. A group of 6 of us went and we had such an amazing time, one of my all time best memories. We stumbled round in such a state of disarray and chaos for 3 days but we did have such a laugh. We barely slept and lived off of cones of chips with mayo. Most of those stories are not suitable for public display however.

Needless to say, when Norm was unable to attend the invitation by the British Consulate to come for drinks on a Navy ship next week, Sam and I of course offered to attend in his honour. Knowing our past exploits and our penchant for trouble he was not in any way keen on that! (Coward)

Sam, like me, has a real affinity with Africa. She has worked here several times as a volunteer on various game farms and been here to visit me twice. She is now applying for a job here, doing the same thing she does back in Gibraltar. If she is successful I will be such a happy Kitten. I have a gap in my life for a fun, frivolous friend to get into trouble with now that Mandi has left. Fingers crossed 🙂