Having recently moved house and changed jobs, and now with a young child, the opportunities to update the blog have proven more limited. Despite all, April has still been able to make a new friend, courtesy of an introduction from her grandmother, who has evidently known the lady for quite a while. The following three contacts occurred over a six week period, the first of which is given here. It happened a couple of months ago, commencing at about 02:05 in the morning (April rather precisely estimates), lasting about 15 minutes from beginning to end. As usual, her grandmother collects her from a semi-alert condition on our bed and accompanies her to a city centre location, somewhere in England. They land close to a theatre of some kind, but the name is not yet recalled. A woman in a long white dress is hurrying towards the entrance but at the grandmother's wave stops to say hi. She introduces the lady as Marie, a very gorgeous and wonderful singer. Marie is wearing a pair of silver, ring earrings, maybe one inch in diameter, with pearls hanging freely, and a necklace with a hanging pearl encrusted rhombus-shaped design. April offers her left hand, and this is gently taken by Marie's right, the touch cool but solid. She enquires as to how April got here and she replies her granny brought her. April notices a singular pearl ring on Marie's third finger of her right hand. Her hair is dark, tied up at the back, longer at front, and she appears 28 or 29 years of age. She says she sometimes wears a black, brown or blond wig when she sings. She clarifies that her actual name is Caroline Lupton, but most people know her as Marie Studholme, a popular singer, and she obligingly spells out her name so there is no mistaking. She gives her date of birth as September 10, 1872 and the date she passed as March 10, 1930. She explains a pneumatic fever came on very suddenly after one exhausting performance and she died at home soon after. She is actually heading to a performance right now, and says she continues to enjoy singing for interested audiences, although these are now are quite different from those when she was physically alive. Her husband's name is Harold but they don't have children of their own. Marie then excuses herself and April wishes her a good performance. She smiles as she hurries. Thank you, angel!
An Adjacent Place
An illustrated account of lucid dreams and out-of-body adventures. The blog details excerpts of selected excursions and other related events since the publication of the book An Adjacent Place.
Wednesday, 10 August 2022
Marie Studholme (part one)
Thursday, 30 December 2021
Abandoned Greek country dwelling
Abandoned country Greek dwelling |
Thursday, 2 July 2020
The Old Toronto Star Building, Ontario
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Old Toronto Star Building, Ontario |
Monday, 13 April 2020
Visit to Royal Pavilion, Brighton
Display model of Brighton Pavilion, next to the tea room |
It takes us about an hour to walk round the interior and absorb some of the antiquated extravagance. Maybe the opulence reflected for its owner that interior sense of joy known to us all at times. We stop for tea and cake at the end of our tour, and luckily there is a model of the building on display in the next room. An external photo of the Pavilion is not possible due to the tightly-knit surrounding structures, so I take a picture of this instead. When we get home, we agree that her sketch is in good correspondence. Later, I am struck by how April's drawing has a foreground, whereas now the area is fully developed. The adjacent version of the building seems to conflate aspects from both past (the grassy foreground) and present (April says she saw relatively modern cars driving around), and in so doing is somehow able to stand outside of time.
Tuesday, 31 March 2020
Royal Pavilion, Brighton
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Royal Pavilion, Brighton |
One cold morning, I asked April if she might get a travel tip for a place to visit that week, recalling how this tactic had worked earlier in the year for Doi Inthanon. In response, over several evenings, April was shown an immense historic building by her grandmother. As usual, each separate clear dream was not so long - a couple of minutes at the most. At first, she could only tell me in the morning of the fantastic structure she had seen, unable to recall the name. The following evening, she dreamed of some more of the external features but did not go inside. On the third and final evening, she got the name and had enough confidence to sketch out everything she could remember.
Having now identified the place as the Royal Pavilion, Brighton, we earmarked a day before Christmas to visit. Our body clocks, however, were still disrupted from the long flight from Singapore, and we ended up rising too late and missing our train departure. We abandoned the idea and I felt embarrassed by my lack of organisation. Nevermind, you can try again next time was her grandmother's forgiving reply, relayed later. I promised April that we would try again on our next vacation, when the weather would be warmer and we would be under less pressure for time.
Monday, 10 February 2020
Charlgrove Monument
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John Hampden's Charlgrove Monument |
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Visiting Charlgrove Monument in December 2019 |
December 2018: While gathering material for what was then an intended second volume of April’s adventures in 2017, several individuals and locations (all from the UK, and unknown to me and absolutely to April), were introduced to her. On one occasion, a visit to one particularly impressive house led to a chance meeting with a soldier called John Hampden, who over the course of several evenings showed April several landmarks related to his lifetime. Some elementary research later revealed his historic role in the creation of modern parliament, about which I was completely ignorant. To April, though, he was simply a friend who shared some details of his life. During the second or third time they met, he showed her a monument dedicated to him at a place called Charlgrove, Oxfordshire where he suffered a battle-related injury. She was able to recall many of the details of the conversation they had and sat down to sketch the structure at our dining room table. Coincidentally, I found out that the place was quite close to where my brother and sister-in-law live, and so we resolved to visit the monument in person when we next had the chance, and perhaps take a photo for the blog.
Saturday, 25 January 2020
A visit to Shere
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The spire, gate and war memorial at St. James' Church, Shere |
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