Having rested since July, over the summer, we had a rethink after 18 months of URBAN Lifeclass Seminars and created smaller, more intimate EVENING BREATHWORK GROUPS in October, which proved very successful, so much so that the first one in November is FULL and and only 2 places left for the second November date, Tuesday 24th. 7-10pm Euston Venue.
People have asked for a weekday evening slot to experience Breathwork for the first time or maintain what they have achieved already, so I have created some small intimate COACHING/BREATHWORK groups for max of 5 people with a CODEPENDENCY RECOVERY theme. Each 3 hour group session is £30, no more than an evening out these days, but you will feel better for it, working on yourself, instead of working up worry, tension, projection or getting wasted. All for less than £8 a week!
I use my own home, my own *womb space* as many have called it, and all monies go to the Urban LIFECLASS pot to bursary our assistants to attend January’s MAROC Retreat in Marrakech.
The first 90 mins is taken up with Codependency Coaching in some form, followed by ONE HOURS BREATHWORK that puts you into a total space of relaxation and altered states of consciousness. The remainder brings you down, back into your body, leaving you rejuvenated ready to MOVE FORWARD. It is suggested to do ONE GROUP A MONTH ( a Tuesday or Thursday ) or both if you prefer. This space gives you a chance to get back on track with feelings, emotions and solutions to life problems that appear from nowhere.
The aim is to provide 2 BREATHWORK evenings a month . . . More dates and news soon!
Ever since the SWINGING SIXTIES London has held the edge of creativity as a capital asset and so it is with BREATHWORK in London right now. Created by David Parker with a 25 year plus history of Breathwork and Award Winning Arts Performer *Drag Fabulist* Dickie Beau, URBAN LIFECLASS is for anyone willing to develop their CREATIVITY with Breathwork & Personal Development.
Revived in the mid 90’s as COOL BRITANNIA with BRIT POP & BRIT ART storming ahead on the world stage, BRITAIN has always been creative in austere times. Some remember the dole years of the 1980’s when West End CLUBLAND One Nighters sprung up from nowhere and entertained the weary, frivolous and students of St Martins School of Art.
As that period proved, AUSTERITY ( and tight budgets ) was no obstacle to SUCCESS, but the real obstacle is often our past, our attitudes, our fears and stinking thinking like “not good enough”, ” not worthy” or “no confidence”.
In this current *post-Bank Crash* austere period of budget cuts and low Arts funding, it’s a chance to EXCEL centre stage, if we can learn from the past, directions for the future.
Even those who don’t have creativity in their career, or job, and wish to express themselves more fully in craft, speech, communication or the written word could use the mix urbanLIFECLASS offers, in order to achieve emotional balance, life management and better productivity on a daily basis. You don’t have to have an Arts degree or be involved with the arts, just have an open mind about creative thinking, creating healthier relationship in or out of the workplace, and creating less fear, more loving gestures.
We had our first URBAN LIFE CLASS weekend in October 2013 , as described in previous blogs on this site, and now 9 months later we present a NEW SITE ( below ) that records our womb space and final delivery, offering a 21st Century slant on Breathwork.
We have put together a schedule of Personal Development Groups for the MIND + Evolutionary Conscious Connected Breathwork for the BODY + Community Support for the SOUL.
Photos of the new baby are here : http://urbanlifeclass.me
Feedback from Spike Mclarrity a participant of :
IMMACULATE PERCEPTIONS – Spiritual Hoovering and a Blissful Path To Creative Release.
Monday begins with a fresh smile on my face, a deep sleep been had, and all my doors and windows are open to allow the fresh air flow through the house as I breath in the optimism, possibilities and the sense of being awake.
I hadn’t truly thought about what the weekend would bring, and somehow was distracted by other things, and so the word Re-birthing escaped me, I suppose I was looking forward to seeing what Dickie would look like as I have only ever seen him in drag, and from friends feedback on working with him in the past, I knew that something will happen but not quite sure what.
That aside and your workshop began I found myself on familiar territory, though I hadn’t done a rebirth session for a few years, and each session is unique on its own, but the fact here it was not on a field or in some alternative centre or commune, but within a live art building!
That’s was refreshing in itself. My own experience was deep, profound, and challenging, the letting go, facing fear and panic that surfaced..(to my surprise)
I know it was just yesterday and my body and soul is still digesting the information, but to wake up this morning I felt I was greeted by an old familiar feeling of myself! It had been lost in thought, emotions, anxieties, distraction, confusion, hatred, yearning, blame, shame, and a mass of other shit, anyway here I was, me, laying there, feeling my body, feeling my breath, BREATHING!!!!
Yes my breath, the life source.
For myself it was a wonderful reminder of the life I seek, the one that makes me feel alive, to live everyday breathing in the air around me, breathing in my history, my story, my life, my friends, my family and the love and healing that I am surrounded in.
It was like being on a fast fair-ground ride not knowing what emotions that will surface, but the reminder of my mother, the one that carried me, the one that fed me, the one who’s heart beat I felt from inside her body, the woman who gave birth, who held me, who breast fed me, who heard my first cry, wiped the shit from my arse, bathed me, loved me.
This was a new image of her, one that I had never seen. I only ever saw the sad life she lived, the external life around her, not my connection with inside her body, now that was profound. I saw for a moment, whether in my imagination, never the less there I was breathing, sweating, my body filled with intense heat flowing from head to toe, toe to head, and I could feel the umbilical cord attached to me, I was floating, I could hear a heartbeat, hers, her mothers, her mother’s mother and mine, the connection was strong, pounding on my chest it was extraordinary.
I have done many self-growth workshops, pushed many boundaries entered into the places I resist, ignore, I fight myself on a continues struggle, but here I was with a simple technique that embraced me with a hug, with gentleness that it introduced me to my mother, it enabled my primal self to let go of the holding and allow the self to be mothered, to return to a place that I never thought I would remember, the place of safety that I was born from.
It was a moment with me and my mother, not about hang ups, or frustrations, anxieties and all the other baggage I carry, this was about a mother and a son re-uniting, through a heart-beat, through time, through love.
I thank you for this it is one of the most precious gifts that have I have been given recently.
At this point I wanted to say how structured and relaxed the whole weekend was, you took care of us, you reassured us, you fed us, you became our parents, gave us a safe place to become a child, to become ourselves, to be ourselves.
This was really important especially in a theatre for live arts! ( a difficult place to turn into a safe haven and a womb ). For me the crossing of my two life styles, bringing two practices together, helping me to realize it need not be separate. I know the fact that you cannot teach live art, but it is the tools we work with that can help every individual to become themselves within their work and the re-birthing strangely can work, especially in my own practice, reminding myself to breath and to stop being bitter about what I think isn’t happening, but to enjoy, embrace, dance, breath, live, love and appreciate the gift of life.
(below is a picture of my mother holding one of my older brother’s, I wasn’t in the picture yet! I was in the second five born after.) I wanted to share this. xxxxxxxxxxxx