from-the-horses-mouthScorpio 24 Oct – 22 Nov

An old man you may know is obsessed with having a fire in his garden every night but don’t try and stop him as he has little else to focus on. Don’t carry out the crime, however small, you were thinking of committing.

Sagittarius 23 Nov – 21 Dec

This month you will have to tighten your belt, so start by questioning if you should really be paying the prices some cafes charge for coffee – especially when some coffee producers are paid so little. An old woman may surprise you with her flexibility.

Capricorn 22 Dec – 20 Jan

It is time to be cruel to be kind by rejecting the advances of a friend with whom you want to be just friends. A geek you despise may prove to have a good heart and help you out in an unexpected way.

Aquarius 21 Jan – 19 Feb

Physical gratification may be offered to you on a plate this month, but you must weigh up if the price you will pay will be too high. You will come into some money in the near future so use it wisely.

Pisces 20 Feb – 20 Mar

An intellectual friend will unwittingly show you how we all need each other when he asks you for some help with some simple D.I.Y..  A wedding invitation is just around the corner so you may have some unexpected fun choosing an outfit to wear for the occasion.

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from-the-horses-mouthA GIFT

By Sally Kidd

The sound of the waves clawed at her mind. The cold, grey sea stretched out in front of her.  Four miles out the pointed hills of the Isle of Wight poked at the grey sky. Another typical day at the seaside.

Standing in her costume on the edge of the shore she contemplated her options. Should she leave her clothes here, a.l.a Reginald Perrin? Should she actually swim out into the seaweed cluttered brine and hope to find the end there? She shivered. Even in late August it could still be cold by the Solent, and today there was a bit of a breeze to make it cooler.

Perhaps that would make it quicker, the cold. They said that dying from cold wasn’t actually all that unpleasant. But how did ‘they’ know that she wondered. Had ‘they’ ever tried it?  And if ‘they’ had, who had reported back to say it wasn’t so bad? And compared to what? Maybe compared to drowning. She shivered again, but this time it was nothing to do with the cold. She crouched down, as easily as her old knees would let her and sat hugging them on the shore, as if contemplating the view to the Island.

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from-the-horses-mouthYORK and JORVIK

Written Robert Williams

The return of a pair of ill-matched Timberland boots took me to York. I bought the boots blind for my girlfriend in Portsmouth, in the Deep South of the country, and when she tried them, despite liking the look, they were too narrow for her feet. The Timberland Outlet Store was outside of York, in the Deep North of the Country, so to make a day of it we decided to visit the Jorvik Viking Centre. It was very cold in York and not much warmer in the Viking centre, despite blue skies and sunshine the chill temperatures were a prelude to the approaching dark winter nights.

In the Jorvik centre we were greeted by a woman who sounded somewhat Scandinavian and was dressed in a replica costume of the day. The glass floor that covered the also replica remains troubled my partner. She said it made her feel uneasy. Mel has a strong sixth sense and I wondered if it was the 20cm or so gap in between the glass floor and replica remains or perhaps a stronger sense of the past that had gone before in this place that troubled her.

For some reason my over-riding sense was one of smelling coffee and cake, probably because I really wanted a coffee and had done all day. The somewhat addictive nature of coffee had made me stop drinking it some two or three months previously. The Viking experience at Jorvik was similar in nature to Ghost Trains at Fun fairs, with the exception of poorly crafted ghosts and ghouls being replaced by very life-like and authentic replicas of Viking folk that had been living and working in Jorvik. The smell of wood smoke was strong at the Blacksmith’s house and equally the smell of excrement was strong in the latrine area which was complimented by what was described as “a very rare find” of a whole human stool, which was proudly displayed in a cabinet further into the Viking experience. The solidity and size of the stool was a stark reminder of the large quantity of meat that was in the Vikings’ diet. The sights and sounds that I experienced on the Yorvik train were authentic to the Viking times 1000 years ago. Seeing a craftsman with a Thor Hammer pendant was a reminder of my ex-Danish girlfriend who seemed upset at not being able to buy me a similar pendant once. Not because she could not obtain one, but rather because I did not want to wear one.

We exited Jorvik to a bright sunlit street; blue skies preluded a cold evening. We decided to have lunch in Pizza Hut and later regretted it. Pizza did not agree with Mel or me. Although some aspects of the Pizza Hut buffet are very tasty, it was a direct reflection of the Viking age diet, a millennia before, that I had to wait 15 minutes to obtain a vegetarian pizza. The best thing to eat in the Pizza Hut buffet was the salad, which was also obviously the healthiest.

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from-the-horses-mouthUNTO US

Somewhere, at some time, they committed themselves to me.

And so I was! Small, but I was.

Tiny in shape, lusting to live, I hung in my pulsing cave.

Soon they knew of me, my Mother – my Father.

I had no say in my being. I lived on trust and love.

Though’ I couldn’t think, each part of me was saying a silent “Wait for me, I will bring you love”.

I was taken, naked, defenceless,

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from-the-horses-mouthINTERVIEW WITH JON PEARSON

How would you describe yourself? I’m a single parent who lives with his eighteen year old son in the centre of Hebden Bridge. I derive my income mostly from psychotherapy – for over twenty years I’ve been a UKCP Registered Psychotherapist. I’m also a supervisor and trainer. I run a therapy practice from home as a psychotherapist.  Before this in the Nineties, I earned a crust as a mental health nurse.

How did you get into psychotherapy? It was a natural progression as I’ve always been interested in altered states of consciousness and mysticism – it goes back to my mid-teens when I discovered the Qabalah and Tarot and started to investigate western mystic tradition – and then I discovered girls!! All that went out of the window although I did practise meditation back then.

Where did you travel? I travelled all around Europe and was originally going to travel overland to India but my father fell seriously ill. So I came back and did some voluntary work in Cardiff and looked after my dad for a while. After that I ended up in York as an occupational therapist student. Whilst there, I had a series of deep unitive experiences; the distinction between myself and the environment vanished. It blew my mind and I left the course and went to live in a commune for six years, supporting myself selling newspapers on racecourses and working for the local council.

What kind of commune was it? It was a loose aggregation and was in York – very cheap and cheerful living. During this time I was called into a library and Richard Hittlemans Yoga In 28 Days dropped on my foot!  There and then, I commenced two hours of practice a day. I felt as if I was coming home and in the thirty-two years that followed this experience, I have been a yoga practitioner.

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