Urban Gypsy

Me

My journey..

is now going to become my story. I am not a hero that is going to tell you how I have had it tough, bad, and how I have turned my life around and Im now happy an where I want to be, because that is BS. Life is not really like that as much as we would like it to be.

Kindegarten..

I was thrown onto the scrap heap of western life. It began when I was at kindergarten at 4  years old, and taken into a little room and severely beaten with blood and half chewed carrot streaming from my mouth, trying to hide under a little mat to get away and screaming for my life. who would want to beat up a 4 year old girl? Even today I do not know why or what I did to deserve such treatment…

Why after that day was everyone so horrible to me?..

which eventually turned me into an angry rebel in my teens and all through my 20′s consistently being arrested and out of control, I had an insaitable anger to get even with the demon, and went from bad to worse..

My Book..

will be out this year, I am now 56 years old and I am certainly not where I imagined I would be at this age. 7 years ago I was homeless at 49 along with my then 78 year old mother. This is a story of how I made things from nothing, and how its now impacting my life for the better…

Voices in my head

When people wern’t there putting me down, voices in my head took over. I still have them daily, sometimes there will be a voice that is loud and well spoken convincing me..Im foolish to try, ‘don’t even bother applying Greta you haven’t got what it takes”sometimes they say worse things, and they go on for hours. Today I can ignore them, and I have learned to listen to my gut pushing out the voices which are in my head and not coming from my heart. A voice.. like that of my fathers told me not to promote my artwork, I would be laughed out of a gallery, my heart is saying..you have nothing to loose just do it. I do the opposite from what the voices are telling me, My inner strength and core has become stronger , its a healing process for me to always challenge my demons, with the help of my heart which is connected to the universe. Those voices are a result of past shadows, and its where I want to leave them, its what my book is based on

Miracles Among Demons..

watch this space as I go..

This place is all about me, and anyone who feels the need to share their story with me. Who am I, apart from having a name to identify me from you? Nobody to most people, but I am everybody just like you. This is not my story, but my journey, one in which I hope you can also share with me.

Fifty six years on and I have almost managed to drill to the core centre of my being, its like travelling to the centre of the earth, and striking a really rough ride every now and then and having the vehicle breakdown. But you repair your vehicle and keep heading inward to reach that place no one has ever been, not even yourself.

I had no path, I had lost direction, every path I tried lead me down a black alley of homelesness, depression trauma and finally health issues as a result..some of which I cannot recover from. I was all at once an Urban Gypsy, a nothing and a no one. I didn’t matter to anyone, so I gave up on myself and as a result of the consequences, the nightmares of my entire life had caught up with me. Therefore I was forced to pave a new path. Thats when I decided it was time for me to pave that path inward, back to where I was just before I had entered this world 56 years ago. A place I had no memory of.  A place we all need to go find our way back to so we can start over.

So far on my joruney I already found a gem, a creative side to my being.  A complete novice in the world of the arts, I decided to take that step and open the box in which I had found upon my inward journey. Three months today, is when I picked up some old left over make up and allowed my inner light to appear on drawing paper. I was amazed!

Greta

When we admit our failures openly to others, we often get..”I told you so..OR I tried to tell you.” I have had many failures, and without having had them, I wouldn’t have reached the stage I’m at right now. I learned hard and fast to be weary of others in business ventures. My failures were the Universe’s way of telling me, there was something bigger and better for me, and I had to find it. I surrendered myself to the Universe, allowing me to work from a superconscious state of mind. Today I am more than I was yesterday, openly admitting my failures, bearing my warts and all to the world. I am proud of my so called failures, something I’d rather call..”Lessons.”

The word..”Failure” has been a mis used word for “Learning. If one learns then one has not failed!

Fingerprints our unique paths of life

Fingerprints have more significance than just a form of police ID in watchhouses around the world, but think..why do they do this? We have them to show us that we are unique, that someone cared about us before we were put here. They are our own individual paths, that no one other than us can travel down. Its a good display of just how unique and special we all are, and how the complexity of each life differs from that of one person to another. There IS a..”right pathway” to your core being..the truth to your existence, amongst the maze. You cannot ask anyone to find it for you, to find it, is to feel your way to it, by listening in the silence to your heartbeat, feel your inner most passion/s. Your heart is the only place you can come from that will not hoodwink you. Practice listening to it, knowing you are put here to win, and to lead, not to follow others by  the pattern of”their” fingerprints.