visiting grandparents farm 5d earth 🌎

Morning.

I seem to have woken up to the happy feeling and the smell of farm (pigs),of having been playing with an old Gloucester sow 🐖 and her piglets on my nan and grandads farm in the hamlet of Bradenham Norfolk 5d earth.

Beautiful farm, I am wearing red t-shirt and blue denim dungarees.

I had a funny incident this morning when waking my Gary said 'you smell of pig poo'. I said 'I don't smell'. 'Yes you do my love'.

I actually sniffed myself and actually got a whiff of what smelt.like pig poo. Oh My Word oh how funny

I must of left the farm without having a wash after playing with Gurttie the sow and her piglets.

I didn't see Nan and Grandad around but I know Gary was around, it was him who took me there to cheer me up from the last week I have had which has been awfully stressful on this earth.

I know he told.me.he was going into to speak to Grandad about some stuff and just left me there happy with Gurttie and her babies.

Watching them suckle and climb over their mum.

I know it wasn't a long visit.

I think the relief to leave my body and visit my nan, grandad, and enjoy the peace of the farm and touch the 5d animals, breathe, see, smell (farm smells poo and other smells) ha ha ha.

Last.time I was there I remember Cyrus Kirkpatrick being there asking me while having tea and cake at my grandparents farm with myself and Gary talking about why he had a woman in his room when he was locked away for those 9 months.

I did explain to him but Cyrus said it may have been his subconsciousness.

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