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The Weekly Ritual Letter
Whatttuppp buttercups..Hello, hello. Fuck yes to another week. Yes, another week with no car. Another week of things not being the way that I want them to be. But I tell you what, this week, everything feels like it changed. The words for this week. Serendipity, synchronicity, and embodiment. Because everything is aligning as I'm embodying it. Everything is coming together. And you know, there's things that I haven't told anyone about. I'm not telling anybody. And I'm a big believer that if you have a wish, tell everybody your wish. Let everybody make the wish with you. You know, they're lying to on your birthday saying, keep your wish a secret, otherwise it doesn't come true. Because that's bullshit. The manifestation comes from a vibration if everyone wishes for you. The issue with that is that you don't want dickheads destroying your wish, right? So you don't want to tell people that don't have a high vibration or able to sustain the faith and that belief. So I guess where I'm at at the moment is that it's actually really sad, what I'm gonna share. Get the tissues ready. When I went through buying my house, not one person celebrated with me. Not one person was in my back corner going, fuck yes, you got this, girl. Actually, no, take that back. One person. Two people actually, but one of those people is very inconsistent with their support. One minute it's like, yay, fuck yes to you. And the next minute it's just like, yeah, that's like, the fact that you have to do this is just your life's chaos. It's like, you can't criticize me for my choices in my own life when the choices are to fix my problems. People making choices that are against fixing their problems, you know, then you've got a leg to fucking stand on. But hang on, you've got no legs to stand on because you're not in my situation, and you actually cannot criticize or critique my choices. So that person gets taken off the list. There's probably one human being that I told about my experience that had my back, that was just like, fuck yes. And that I would even tell, like, everyone thinks that I'm gonna get scammed. No one is supportive, no one is this, no one is that. No one's like, yay, Aimee, like, I can't wait till you have, like, your new life. And, you know, that person just, even saying that was just like, that's bullshit that nobody can support you. Even if you do get scammed, I'll support you when you get scammed. Like, it's, like, I don't understand why people treat you like this. And I was really appreciative of that person, but I guess the point of my story here is that I rang my own mom, and, like, my house is coming. It's getting off the boat tomorrow, the truckie's gonna pick it up and drop it to my house. And her response was, I'll celebrate when it's actually there, Aimee. Because she still didn't believe in it arriving. She still didn't believe that it was real. I went through a whole year of having to convince everybody in my life that I'm not getting scammed, I'm not wasting my money, I am doing this, it's all okay. Why should I have to convince you it's all okay while I'm trying to convince myself it's all okay? It became so fucking overwhelming that right now I'm not telling anybody anything that I'm doing because everybody in my world is unsupportive.
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Offgrid courses in the classroom
So many of you have been asking the same question: “How much does it actually cost to build something like this?” I realised there wasn’t a simple answer out there that felt honest or real, to many variables…so I decided to document my own journey properly. This guide is everything I’ve spent so far on my off-grid foldout house build from the house itself, to shipping from China, import taxes, crane hire, driveway creation, tools, engineering, and all the hidden costs that quietly add up. It also includes the mistakes, the surprises, and the things I never planned for. This is Version 1, not the final number, but a real snapshot of what it actually takes to build freedom step by step. You’ll also find how I found my manufacturing supplier and the exact process I used so you can understand it clearly and go and do it yourself if you choose to. I’ve also brought together my entire off-grid journey so far, my building process, vlogs, diary entries, and lived experience into a collection so you can read, watch, and experience the journey with me as it unfolds. These are the first three courses inside my off-grid build series, with many more to come. I’m excited to keep sharing everything I learn along the way the how-tos, the guides, the real mistakes, and the real wins as this journey continues to evolve. They are all inside the classroom. I’m also creating more off grid courses and classes for you. Cheers Love Aimee
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The Weekly Ritual Letter
Whattuppp buttercups. Cheers to you and another week down. Well I know I know this letter is late, and I’m really feeling into like what a week feels like to me, and it doesn’t feel complete by the Friday. I feel like I didn’t write this letter to you because I knew there was going to be things that was happening on Friday and Saturday before I wanted to send it out. I’ve had so many things go on last week, this week. It’s weird, see? When you’re writing a week letter, it’s weird. With my water tank company not showing up, and that was booked in for Thursday. So I held out to write this letter going to celebrate that my water tank is here and all these sorts of things, and then they didn’t show up. And I spent Friday going, well, I really want to write like the completion of it. So I think my reflection at the moment is that it’s Sunday to Sunday. And I feel, I’m feeling into that Sundays when I want to send the letter out. It’s, and I think it’s a little bit like magic, you know. No post comes on Sundays except for in this magical world. It’s the letter that you, only letter that you’ll ever receive on a Sunday, you know. So I think that’s sort of what the fuck has been on my mind, and where I’ve been. If you’ve been checking your inbox, love it. Sorry this is late. Miss you. Love you. And what’s been going on since my last letter is basically nothing. An emotional roller coaster. I have been let down professionally by, it’s not just the mechanic. We’re not going to box the one mechanic, but, you know, we’re calling it the mechanics. But it’s actually a mechanic, and then a fabricator and welder, and then a panel beater. There’s three different shops working on my car. And one out of the three shops, which we’re up to, let me down. They didn’t follow through with what they said they would do. And they said that they would go pick up my car, complete the job, and it’s just been sitting there. And that, like, that’s heartbreaking. Like, that broke my heart. And I’ve been let down with friends, family, loved ones. I feel so invisible in the world. I feel like nobody gives a fucking shit about me. I feel like nobody checks in, nobody calls. Like, my only notifications on my phone is my social media. I can go a week and a half, two weeks, where I only hear from social media. And that’s really isolating. But also, that comes down to, hey I really am struggling without my car. I’m struggling being stuck here. And the things that are giving me joy is getting up and leaving the house that I don’t want to be in, and going and spending the day at my new house. No service. Whether it’s to do nothing, whether it’s to sleep on the floor, whether it’s to just sit, whether it’s to record a zillion videos that are currently pointless to post. We’re in a bit of a pause, you know. But it’s bringing me joy. And then I return home. When I get home, like, I’m tired, I’m overwhelmed, I don’t want to be here, I’ve got to re-settle in. I feel like I’m, like, disorientated.
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The Weekly Ritual Letter
Fuck yes. And cheers to you. Cheers to another week. And yes, that means we have finally reached the three months of being in the middle of the bush with no car. An update on that. There are three people working on my car. We have a mechanic, a panel beater, and a fabricator and welder. The three of them are working together about who’s doing what. We’re up to the bit where the fabricator was going to put the panels in, and then we were going to send it to the panel beater to paint. Then the panel beater suggested it would actually be quicker if he went and picked up the car and installed the panels himself because, well, it’s his job. Then he’ll finish that up and send it back to the mechanic so he can finish whatever he’s finishing up. That was like two weeks ago. It’s Friday, so I rang him. “Oh hey, how’s it going? How’s my car?” “Oh, it’s still at the mechanic. I haven’t gone and picked it up yet.” And I just said, “Oh.” I didn’t even know how to respond. I was speechless. You could hear him pause, and I wanted to lose my fucking shit. But I didn’t. I took a breath and gave him the appropriate response. There was a little bit of truth in it though. I said, “This is an urgency. I’ve now had three months of being stranded in the middle of the bush with no car. It’s affecting my mental health now, and all the implications of having no car. Is there a way that you can hurry this up or put an urgency on my job?” He went, “Oh… okay. Yep. Sure thing.” I got off the phone and I was just like… fucking bullshit. Sometimes I feel so fucking invisible. I get really frustrated at the fact that he’s off doing another job, the fabricator’s off doing another job, and there’s all these other things going on. But when my parts arrived and it was my turn to have my job done, it just got put on the back burner because I’m not the customer standing right in front of their face. I’ve really learned, living in the middle of the bush, that if you’re not directly in front of somebody’s face, if you’re not actively in their lives, people really only focus on what’s in front of them. My car is just sitting out the back somewhere. They probably don’t even think about it. I just had to breathe. Oh well.
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The Weekly Ritual Letter 24-30th July
Thank fuck it’s Friday. Fuck yes. I’ve had a fucking horrible week. One of those fucking weeks where you like, don’t feel like you can get through each day. And these rituals, you know, they’re, what we’ve been doing, the writing, the journaling, the monologuing, the reflection, the inner work, the looking at the day to day life beneath what’s actually going on. And beneath what’s going on for me is feeling of loss and grieving things that haven’t quite left yet. And there’s a bit of a backstory about what’s fucking actually going on. My cat Daemon has become chronically unwell, and I discovered it about a week and a bit ago. The days are blurred. Like, that’s what’s so fucking weird about being in trauma and being in something that is highly emotional, is that days get blurred. Like, I cannot believe that I’m sitting here monologuing this ritual letter for you, for me, and gifting it to you from me, going, what the fuck have I actually gone through? And it’s a lot. It’s realising that my incapability of caring for my unwell cat, calling every vet, anyone that is close to me, anyone that can drive to me, a vet in a van. I’ve discovered all these beautiful things that people are doing. I have been stuck in the middle of the bush for 12 weeks. I’ve been jobless. I left early childhood last October, so it’s nearly a year that I’ve been out of work. And that’s fucking all good. Like, I’m okay with that bit. But I was in service for over 20 years, looking after little human beings. And on top of that, looking after families to raise these little people. And the service that I gave parents, they would come in and cry about things that actually had nothing to do with their kid, you know? I was their person. And that weight on my shoulders in the world is a lot. And going into a vet and being served, the humbleness and gratitude for the people that are waking up every day, going out, going to work, being in service, caring for my little fucking Daemon cat. Like, fuck yes, cheers to you. That realisation, I immediately wanted to get back into service. I wanted to serve. I feel like I’m doing that in some way throughout my Bluemoon School. But finding the tribe to serve, you know, I’m used to having a classroom full of 30 little children, which is 30 families that were under my little wing. And I was the, you know, mother duck of them all. And I don’t want to dive back into that, but having my cat be so unwell and stepping into a place made me really appreciate it.
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