O Rhesus Negative

12 Mar

Hi,

Here is the link to read my story based on my own theory surrounding other theories and research on the O Rhesus Negative blood type. The O Rhesus Negative blood type is universal, which means this blood can be given to anyone, even animals, although only O Rhesus Negative can only accept blood from their own type. It is not clear where this blood type comes from as it is not connected to the monkey gene, which is the Rhesus factor, hence the name Rhesus ”Negative.”

It is interesting because an O Rhesus Negative mother who is preganant with a man who is not O Rhesus Negative, has to be given an anti D shot to prevent antigens forming in her body, the injection is said to protect future unborn babies from being attacked by her blood cells. It begs to question whether this is natural and whether O Rhesus Negative females should be ”mating” with any other blood type. Anyway, if this is a matter of interest to you I hope you enjoy my story. Click on the link to read.

 

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Tarot Cards

22 Jul

Wisdom of Trees Oracles – those are my new tarot cards. They are divided into four decks, that being the roots (with an ancient message to you on grounding), the trunks (healing and growth), the leaves and flowers (wisdom), the fruits and seeds (understanding and manifesting your power).

I am yet to do a reading without checking the meaning, but regardless of that my readings have been pretty spot on and inspiring so far. Already I have found a deep connection with my cards.

During a horse-shoe spread today I pretty much determined the cards even before they were turned. This was a rewarding experience for myself and insightful for my friend.

I started tarot reading about 12 years ago and on one occasion I remember reading some guys cards at a party and I told him that all these people in the room, he thought, were his friends were not, and one day they will ‘stab him in the back’. Four years later, after I had just come back from spending a year travelling Thailand and Australia this guy came bouncing up to me in the street, swung his arm around my neck and said to his girlfriend ‘this is the girl I was telling you about, she’s a witch’. Because apparently and in fact I know this is true, two years after me reading his cards his best mate literally did ‘stab him in the back’.

Don’t be scared by this, cards can’t make things happen, they can only predict them to an extent, because you have to remember that only you can be in charge of your own destiny, the cards are just there to guide you. And these tree cards are really good at that. Whether you believe in tarot or not I guarantee you will walk away feeling lifted. And if you think tarot is the devils work let me tell you a little story which may be relevant to how we feel about our beliefs.

I grew up free to believe what I wanted to believe. My dad couldn’t say, and rightly so, whether God really did exist. He just felt if there was a God he’s a cruel bastard. He didn’t know if there was a God or not but he did say what he believed. He felt that nature was in it’s own right a God. The way a baby kangaroo instinctively knows to crawl into its mother’s pouch, the way bees instinctively know to collect pollen, the way trees produce oxygen, distill water, fixes nitrogen, provides a home for many living organisms each with their own purpose at contributing towards the continuation of life. Nature in itself is magical. I mean what is it inside of these organisms that make them perform such important tasks. Nature. Who created nature and what put it there is all very subjective.

Now I always wondered upon this and came up with so many possibilities. My main consideration was our size. Were we (that being our universe) something much smaller to something big. Are we a cell in someones brain, or running through their bloodstream? Are we some tiny microbe floating around in a dirty pond in some giant’s garden? I’ve heard all kinds of theories and one being that we could be an experiment in some kind of matrix, but I wanted real answers.

I thought by travelling the world I could gain some real insight, if not upon understanding the world, perhaps upon understanding myself. I left England believing crystals, tarot, and psychics, but I had some doubt. I didn’t want doubts. I wanted to fully believe. My dad said I was green and going to end up in some kind of cult, brainwashed and made to do crazy things. That was his warning of course but ‘I knew better’ of course!

In Australia I met Kabala followers and I have to say I was nearly convinced until I found out they sacrifice the lives of frogs for some kind of magical outcome. So I got speaking to Harry Chrisner followers and even to this day I admire the idea. I spoke of Monks in Thailand, and what they believe is hopefully for them worthwhile. But it wasn’t until ‘I met a guy’ that his words of wisdom sunk in me like a rock falling into the sea from another planet.

Bilal, escapee soldier from Lebanon with a ballet wound to his head picked me up in a Sydney nightclub in Kings Cross. He was Muslim and spoke of Islam in such a powerful light. I was smitten by him and his devotion. He said he couldn’t be with me properly because I’m not Muslim. So I tried to become Muslim. He still couldn’t be with me properly because Allah would know my real heart and intentions. So I really did try to believe. I even sacrificed music, I love music but Islam believes that music is brainwashing.

I had to leave Australia to come home and care for my dying father. I just wanted my dad to believe in Allah too, I honestly felt that by me believing in Allah he would spare my dads soul.

Bilal was history and I met another Muslim. I convinced myself I couldn’t fully convert because I didn’t live in a Muslim community so occasionally I ‘lost my way’. A lot of British Muslims ‘lose their way’ now and again until they finally grow up and decide to settle down.

I really don’t want to bad mouth Islam or anything because I know myself how defensive Muslims can become over their religion. I was there myself. It can be a beautiful ideology when not taken out of context by extremists.

Anyway after a little scalding by getting involved with the ones that ‘lost their way’ I can truly say I’ve woken up and reality has hit me hard. My point is this Muslim thing is what steared me from my own path or it helped me get here, who knows? I’ve definitely gained a bit of wisdom along the way.

Islam believes Tarot is ‘dancing with the Devil’. I don’t believe that anymore and I can safely say that rock has finally lifted, or I could piss-takingly say ‘I’m eating bacon!’

Tarot is mystical, spiritual, and enlightening, and my cards are but natures message to guide your way.

Milk

20 Jun

My screenplay about a woman who cares for some rags as if they were her real babies… Click on the link to view

http://www.rawscripts.com/editor?resource_id=8RiQaTAVXs7pW9NIdMeZ

Miss Unknown

31 May

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Red-heads by Sarah Kay Hair

24 Jul

 

When I was a child, other children picked on me for having ginger hair, I wasn’t necessarily bullied, but I was definitely treat different, as the other kids would instantly dismiss me by first appearances.

At primary school, children picked on others for the silliest of things. In my teenage years it really hurt when the boys called me names, and when I would overhear snide remarks, like “if I was ginger, I would kill myself.” The thing is, you or someone reading this probably finds that hilarious, but it wouldn’t be so funny if someone said that about being black!

Children will target anyone who stands out from the crowd. Insults such as four eyes, ankle swinger, train tracks, goofy, big nose, are just some examples of how children are cruel, but they don’t really understand, they just copy what they hear. So what really annoys me, is when adults take the mickey. Surely, as adults, we should know better? It’s from us that our children learn.

That Katie something, who spoke on This Morning, and said children with common names are from uneducated families, caused an uproar. I watched her on The Wright Stuff, although I didn’t agree with that, I was agreeing with some things, until she said “ginger babies are hard to love!” And the non ginger nation laughs, I expect. Again, they wouldn’t be laughing if it was a comment about race. So what’s the difference? It’s still hurtful discrimination.

Gingerism is hilarious, because apart from having a microscopic mind, to joke about it takes the heat of ones own ugly faults. Such as Katie’s massive horse face! I can only presume her husband cheated on her with a redhead, leaving her very bitter. The presenter, Mathew Wright’s wife, is a redhead, so IN YOUR HORSE FACE Katie – I don’t even remember her full name! She doesn’t deserve a mention anyway. I didn’t even know who she was until she made the baby names remark, which was an obvious publicity stunt, because she’s so desperate for acknowledgement!

Where does this stereotype of red-heads come from? It comes from idiots like horse face, who pass it down to their children and then to theirs. Yes, some red-heads are ugly, as blondes, and as browns. But some red-heads are absolutely stunning, and amazingly talented. I don’t even need to mention names, you’re probably thinking of a few famous faces right now.

People will always pick on the minority, because although humans are privileged with the ability to be fair, sadly, human nature can be cruel, and generally, humans are still inept with the bullying instinct, pure animalisation, and it’s the lowest form of communication.

So before you look down at someone for what they look like, take a good look at yourself.

What does it mean to lack confidence as a mother? By Sarah Hair

5 Jul

I’m still stewing over what an assistant said to me last week at baby group. She was referring to her sister lacking in confidence as a mother. I was standing there, calming my tired baby by holding her in my arms, and this suits me fine. At home I will do the housework while carrying her and she falls asleep fuss free, and again, this is fine by me. But this woman at baby group was suggesting all these ideas to me about how to calm my baby. Ideas such as rocking my baby in the pram. Okay, lots of mothers use this technique, but it doesn’t suit me. I find it wastes my time. All the time I’m rocking my baby to sleep, which could take hours, I could be doing the housework with one hand.

 

We have the natural ability to multi task and I make the most of it, I pride myself by it. Us women adapt to motherhood, it’s instinctively in our nature, a lot of what we do is down to  common sense. So to all those 2nd, 3rd, 4th , 5th, 6th and so on time mothers who do a wonderful job, please let us 1st time mothers get on with ours. We, like you, will learn along the way.

 

I wish I made it more clear to this assistant at baby group how I like picking my baby up when she cries, I like having her sleep in my bed, I like doing everything I do, because I want to make the most of my baby who won’t be a baby forever. I really don’t want to miss a thing!

 

This week, the assistant had the nerve to give a leaflet specifically to me, on how to be a confident mother. I told her ‘I am confident.’ I don’t like confrontation, but to be criticised in any way for being a mother when I know I’m doing an amazing job and coping awesomely well, is the biggest insult ever.

 

I can see where her judgemental perception of me came from. It was my 2nd time at baby group, and I was among some women whom I had never met before, yet, they all knew each other. I don’t usually feel extremely confident among strangers, so this assistant had obviously confused my lack of confidence in a new surrounding surrounded by new people with my ability to be a mother. Her intentions could have been well, so I didn’t want to disregard her advice as being completely patronising, therefore I have decided to find out what it actually means to lack in confidence as a mother.

 

I came across 6 confidence boosters. The first was to tune out the voices, which I evidently do. I don’t appreciate unsolicited advice. If I have a concern I will seek advice myself. The 2nd was to stop comparing yourself with others. If ever I do do this it’s more on how wonderful I think my baby’s development is. The 3rd was to eliminate guilt. Okay, I hold my hands up. I have suffered guilt for continuing university, but, considering I had my baby in the middle of my degree and finished my 2nd year with a new born, I think I overcome my guilt WITH CONFIDENCE! The list just gets better. The 4th confidence booster is to take care of yourself. I actually do make a conscious effort to eat healthy and exercise, more so now than before I had a baby. In fact, it’s easier to take care of myself now than before baby, because it’s for baby. And I still make an effort to look nice, even though other mums said when baby comes, wanting to look nice will go out the window. I don’t need to be told how to take care of myself. Number 6, have fun with your baby. Do I need to justify this? My God!

 

If I wasn’t confident, then surely I wouldn’t go back to baby group, to be under scrutiny by someone who thinks I’m doing such a crap job. But instead I do go back, because it’s for Amaya, it’s not for me. Everything I do is for Amaya. So stuff how people perceive me, because at least I know I’m doing a good job. And I’m really proud.

Esoterically Futile, a one act play by Sarah Kay Hair

13 Jun

Set in a retro style living room. Thai dye throws on sofa, and two chairs either side surrounding a brightly coloured rug and curtains, with beads up at the exit door. A low laying wooden table is in front of the sofa. An old fashioned record player is placed on a set of wooden draws. A TV is placed in the corner. Candles and lamps are placed on the furniture all around the room. John aged 21 and Sam aged 19 are chilling out smoking in Sam’s eccentric father’s house while he is away. Both sat comfortably on the sofa are just looking at the TV.

 

JOHN: Are you a pagan

SAM: I’m nothing. I don’t have a label

JOHN: I could give you a label?

SAM: Ok?

JOHN: I think you are a pagan witch… Defo! Do you have a broom?

SAM: (laughs) I have Henry. I don’t need a broom. You… are a wizard!

JOHN: Well you are right! Maybe we can cast spells!

SAM: You think because my dad has all these magical trinkets and psychedelic books and things that I’m a witch? If I’m a witch my spells don’t work.

JOHN: You’re not putting your heart into it. What do you wish for?

SAM: To accept what is (she laughs)

JOHN: As I said you are not putting your heart into it. Do you believe in fate?

SAM: Yes!!

JOHN: I didn’t until recently. It messes with your head.

SAM: What will be, will be?

JOHN: It can’t be though. We have to be in charge of our actions.

SAM: Yeah, and the decisions we make are already programmed into our brains. Some people just don’t have the ability to make changes, some do.

(John goes to speak but Sam cuts him off)

Some people are not in the position to make actions. They don’t have the brain capacity or the ability.

(John laughs)

JOHN: I was just asking that!

SAM: Not everyone can change their fate.

JOHN: It’s weird.

SAM: (laughs) for example, if you take action, it was your fate to do so. If you have two choices, that’s fate!

JOHN: Then you could argue everything is fate.

SAM: Yeah exactly!

JOHN: Me and Lisa went to see a fortune teller, and for me everything she has said has come true, for me. Well almost!

SAM: You said! I don’t believe in fortune tellers, no matter how right they are. They are just good at cold reading.

JOHN: I know what you mean but she said things I didn’t even know which is what cooks my cookie.

SAM: Did you never watch that episode with Derren Brown? He went to a spiritualist church in America posing as a medium. No one knew him there. To a hall full of people he picked random people out from the audience and basically cold read them. He guessed things about them that no one could have known, after Derren confessed to the cameras that he wasn’t at all communicating with the dead, but was in fact reading these peoples body language. The church leaders thought he was an amazing medium!

(John goes to speak, but Sam again interrupts)

And did you know… just from your postcode of the date you were born… the government can predict when and how you will die?!

JOHN: Predict yes! Knowing is very different! Mentioning people that you haven’t even met yet as my fortune teller did is mind boggling.

SAM: It’s a cold guess. The chance of you meeting this particular person was high. Did their name have a J in it? (Sarcastically laughs)

JOHN: I am not having it Sam. It was not his name. It was a name we both called each other (Harold) she was spot on. I will take you to see her one day.

SAM: Ok so what can a fortune teller do for you then? They can’t change anything can they?

JOHN: Nothing! You are right. But if she was right then logic must dictate that our future is already planned out for us!

SAM: Yeah… and how many endings can there be?

JOHN: If our future is set out for us then there can only be one ending! It is mad when you think deeply into it.

SAM: I was told by my mum at the age of 14 that I will never be anything more than a factory worker. She said there is a place for everyone in this world. We need factory workers, we need cleaners, it’s debatable that we need leaders bla bla bla, but I refused to believe that was my fate. I knew it wasn’t my fate. But it is for some people because they simply don’t realise it!

JOHN: Good Mum!

SAM: Yeah it’s mad! Thank the lord for my open minded dad or I may be packing cd’s!

(John and Sam sit there in silence contemplating fate)

Just because I know my fate, doesn’t mean I made it happen.

JOHN: You gottta be in it to win it. But just because you’re in it don’t mean you’re gonna win it!

SAM: What? You’re mad! (She laughs) When’s your birthday?

JOHN: Are you trying to cast a spell on me? 12th November.

SAM: What would I be doing a spell for?

JOHN: I dunno you’re the witch!

SAM: (laughs) but as a guess, why would I cast a spell on you? a love spell? to turn you into a frog?

JOHN: I’m hoping a prince!

SAM: I’ll have to dig out my dad’s spell book. Do you think if you cast a bad spell you get bad karma?

JOHN: Deffo, I think all spells are bad. You shouldn’t mess with destiny.

SAM: (laughs) so you believe they actually work?

JOHN: Yeah

SAM: Well I just don’t.

JOHN: Well you should, you are a witch!

SAM: Why do you believe in spells? anything to back up your belief?

JOHN: Maybe I put one on you!

SAM: (Looks around) Nothing’s changed!

JOHN: (Unsurprised) I’m not a wizard though.

SAM: Oh so you have to be a wizard to cast a spell?

JOHN: I think you have to have some sort of wizardry background!

SAM: I read a book in Australia about real wizards in India. It wasn’t about spells, it was about seeing the world in others eyes. Their existence was through others eyes. If an eagle flew past him and looked at him, he would have then caught a glimpse of himself. Wizards are about wisdom.

JOHN: Well I am not very wise.

SAM: Well! You believe in spells right? So let’s cast one?

JOHN: Oh I dunno SAM!

(Overlaps)

SAM: Just start with a simple one? Like …

JOHN: (Overlaps) No, no no lets go all out if you don’t really believe then what difference does it make. I want something done. I have for a while wanted someone to pay for what they did to me.

SAM: John you’re missing the point, you can’t do bad spells. We have to do something nice, to make things better; spells are to heal, to evoke love and luck, not to hurt anyone (Silence as she watches Johns face scour)… John! 

JOHN: Ah Sam that’s boring, I can’t be bothered. If you don’t believe it all then why are you so concerned?

SAM: Ok I don’t necessary disbelieve, I’m just a little sceptical. I’d believe it if I saw it.

JOHN: So wouldn’t it be amazing if something actually happened? You would have faith then Sam. Pure 100% faith, it’s got to be worth it right?

SAM: Yes of course, so let’s do a love spell or a healing spell, or a money spell (She grins greedily)

JOHN: (Overlaps) Nooo no no I want to see instant progress. I want an instant impact, now!

(John is now putting some psychedelic music on, he starts to slowly dance, almost like swaying)

I want to see a rat turn into a pig, I want to see a tree talk, I want to conjure up thunder and rain, I want (silence while he thinks) I want, I want to put a curse on someone (Excited) I know just what to do.

SAM: John you’re scaring me! You’re getting too excited, I’m starting to question your intentions, and I thought you were such a nice boy (She laughs)

JOHN: (Laughs) Chill Winston… I’m just playing! I’m just sooo bored! Bored!! Have you ever done the Ouija board?

(John is being nosey looking around the music player at books and in pots on the shelves)

SAM: Yes, me and my friend made one, it looked really good. Do you know you can actually buy one in Toys are us in America? Crazy that! We did everything what we were supposed to and nothing happened. We sat with it for over an hour, then another hour later on. Nothing happened. It’s a load of bullocks! I slept on the sofa with the board still set up on the table in front of me. Years ago that would have scared me but I wasn’t even scared. I wasn’t pissed or anything.

JOHN: Ah see that’s what the problem was, you didn’t believe, you need to believe for these things to happen.

(Something in a pot grabs John’s attention; he sneakily puts it in his pocket making sure Sam does not see.)

SAM: Nonsense! Apparently (Sarcastically) things have happened when people have ‘least’ expected it! I did kinder believe then anyway. At the time I did.

JOHN: So would you suggest then that it’s just a harmless game?

SAM: Oui!

JOHN: Haha! So you would be up for doing the Ouija board again then, now, with me?

SAM: I suppose!

(John sneakily puts the thing in his pocket (acid) in a drink and hands it to Sam)

Thanks. Do you know anyone in spirit John?

JOHN: Yeah but no one who I was close to, no one I need to contact, you?

SAM: I tried communicating with my nan last time, could try again.

JOHN: Great! (Sarcastically) Right, we need the bits then…?

SAM: A glass, a board, a pen obviously! Candles would be good.

JOHN: (Overlaps while lighting the candles) got them! Ye ye anything else? (Impatiently)

SAM: (Thinks) No… that’s all.

(Johns scurrying on and off stage finding the pieces comes back with the things and uses a mirror as the board, hands it to Sam and she starts writing out the alphabet. John is impatiently waiting (fidgeting) John changes the music to something more eerie, and turns the light off)

John, can you draw a sun there and a moon that side, just there? I need the toilet.

(She gets up and hands him the pen, but just as she’s leaving the room John stops her to tell her something)

JOHN: Do you know, the guy who first marketed the Ouija board committed suicide? Ah what was his name…? Lenard… no Kennard, Charles Kennard! He committed suicide, jumped off a building!

SAM: He didn’t jump, he fell! And it was the guy who took over the Ouija business! William Fuld. Everyone knows that!

(She leaves to go to the toilet, John thinks of another story he could tell Sam that might spook her, he gets another idea and then continues to draw the sun and the moon. Sam re-enters looking a bit nervous)

SAM: John can you hear that?

JOHN: What?

SAM: Shush! Listen…

(Silence, they both look around. Sam with an intense need to know where this sound is coming from, she listens to certain objects until she gets to the candle)

It’s the candle John, can you hear that?

JOHN: No Sam, it’s silent. It’s probably a ghost! Ooohhh!!

SAM: John it’s… it’s singing! Beautifully… like an angel.

(She turns the music off)

Listen John… it’s all of them John, they are singing! John it’s amazing!

JOHN: Sam ok, I can’t hear it though, put the music back on… will you!

(Sam puts the music back on and goes and sits opposite John, she’s looking in amazement as if she can still hear the candles singing, both either side of the board)

JOHN: You ready?

SAM: Yeah.

JOHN: (John speaks in an eerie tone.) My mum did this here in Kent once. She comes from Wales; she came here when she was about 11 years old. The Ouija board spelt out the exact name of a boy who she went to primary school with. He got run over by a bus. My mum wouldn’t lie, so I believe this.

SAM: Really! Oh gosh that is pretty spooky! (She shudders) That just sent goose bumps all down my spine. Look! (She shows him her bare arm) The hairs standing on end! (Sam then becomes fixated on the hair on her arm; she’s intrigued, moving her head from side to side)

John my hairs are dancing! Look John! They are actually dancing!

JOHN: Calm down, c’mon, let’s get on with this. The spirits will be waiting (Spoken in a spooky tone)

SAM: Ok… Right, it’s important we don’t ask stupid questions. And we don’t mock the spirits ok?

(John nods)

First we need to open the door to the spirit world… that’s until they answer basically… put your fingers very lightly on the glass.

(They both place their fingers on the glass)

Ouija, are you there?

(Silence)

Ouija, are you there?

(Silence)

Ouija, are you there?

(Silence)

Ouija, are you there?

(Silence)

JOHN: Maybe someone is there but their scared? I think there’s someone there, I feel it.

SAM: Ok, Ouija are you afraid?

(Silence)

SAM: Ouija we won’t hurt you. We want to speak with you, that’s all. If you are there can you please communicate with us? Ouija are you there?

(Silence, John is looking anxious, Sam starts to sweat)

SAM: John I’m really hot.

JOHN: I’ll open a window.

(John opens the window)

SAM: I’m burning up, feel that.

(Sam puts Johns hand on her head)

JOHN: It’s a little hot; I’ll get you some water.

(He leaves to get water; Sam is now stood by the window)

SAM: Owe!

(Sam looks at her arm, and starts to freak out)

SAM: John! Ahh!

(Sam pulls up her top and reacts as if she has been badly scratched on her stomach and calls John)

John!!!

(Sam sits on the sofa and puts the throw over her head and cries like she is really scared, John comes running in)

JOHN: Sam you’ll be ok, you’re just panicking, calm down will you?

(John changes the music to something more cheerful)

Hey, think about nice things Sam… what’s your favourite thing in the world Sam?

SAM: John I’m being bit by something, it’s hurting me, it’s scratching me.

(John takes the throw from Sam, she holds out her arms)

Look John, look what it’s doing to me.

JOHN: There’s nothing there Sam, you’re ok.

(She lifts her top up and shows her stomach.)

SAM: LOOK, It’s scratching me to pieces John, IT HURTS, HELP ME!!

JOHN: Drink some more water.

SAM: Call an ambulance! NOW JOHN! CALL ME A FUCKING AMBULANCE!! CALL THE POLICE THE FUCKING ARMY ANYTHING HELP ME!!!

JOHN: You’re ok… Sam you will be ok.

SAM: AHHHHHHH!

(She holds her stomach like she’s just been punched)

SAM: AHHHHHH!

(She looks at her hands)

My hands John look.

JOHN: Sam please calm down.

(John grabs the mirror off the wall, and shows Sam she’s ok)

SAM: What the fucks that for? I can’t see my reflection, John I’m being possessed! It’s the devil! John, help me!

JOHN: I’ll help you, I’ll help you Sam.

(John grabs the laptop)

C’mon c’mon hurry up.

SAM: Turn the music off John, there’s voices. I don’t know what it’s saying, It’s the devil. Turn it off!

(John does just that, back at the laptop John starts searching for what to do on a bad trip)

SAM: What are you looking for?

JOHN: I’m looking for a priest… a priest can help us!

SAM: I can’t move!

JOHN: Ok Sam I need to explain something to you…

(John puts the laptop down, and kneels over by Sam, she’s laid flat like a board on the sofa convinced she can’t move)

I’m sorry Sam, I need to tell you the truth, this is all my fault. You have not been possessed.

SAM: What are you talking about, I can fucking feel it!

JOHN: Sam you need to listen to me, I’m telling the truth, you haven’t been possessed at all by anything. I was only playing; it was supposed to be a laugh!

SAM: Spit it out!

JOHN: I put LSD in your drink earlier Sam.

SAM: What the fuck!

JOHN: I’m really sorry, it was in your dads pot(Pointing to the shelf) I thought it would be funny, but you will be ok, if you can think of nice things you will stop feeling like this. How’s your horse, Oliver?

SAM: He’s dead. HE’S DEAD JOHN! Died years ago!

(John turns on the lights and starts looking through the DVD collection)

JOHN: Lets watch a film, what’s ya favourite movie?

SAM: A MOVIE! Owwww

(She clutches her stomach again)

I’ve been possessed!

(John stares Sam in the eyes)

JOHN: Sam It is the drug that’s making you feel this way trust me! You think you have been possessed because of the drug! I gave it to you because I wanted you to believe, It’s just in your head ok. What is your favourite movie?

SAM: You sure?

JOHN: Of course I am!

(He shows her some LSD from the pot on the shelf)

See, it won’t last much longer… I’m going to stay with you till it’s over. But you will feel good in a minute, I promise you. You like popcorn yeah? (He smiles reassuringly) What film Sam? ‘Ted’ that’s supposed to be really funny isn’t it?

SAM: Yeah ok let’s watch ‘Ted.’(Unsure)

(John puts the DVD on, clears the board away, and grabs some popcorn from the kitchen; Sam is nervously looking at the TV)

JOHN: Here, have some popcorn.

(John sits next to Sam and smiles at her reassuringly)

I am really sorry Sam.

(Sam looks at him, shakes her head and hugs a cushion for dear life while staring at the TV, John is looking really guilty while trying to reassure Sam)