Wednesday, June 15, 2011
My birthday is on Nov 11th. I was born on 11-11-1977. Ill be 34 this year. So the year will be 11-11-11 which you already know. 11+11+11=33 So can you break the code and give me some good numbers to choose for powerball. You have to pick like 5 rows of numbers and a powerball number. Example 1-11-22-44-55-33 or 4-9-11-27-36-58. So just curious sense it is a special day could you help me? If I will you will be highly rewarded. If I win 10million Ill give you 1 million. Sound fair enough?
Monday, November 22, 2010
My daughter Sarah and I were extolling the virtues of electric blankets and how much we appreciated hopping into a warm bed on a cold night.
We also discussed the relevant dangers.
Later when Sarah went to off to bed I reminded her to turn off her blanket before going to sleep.
Laying in my own bed later that night, relishing the warmth and feeling myself drift off into sleep, I was shaken out of my bliss by a bright, glowing, orange light. The light somehow seemed familiar, but not quite placing it clearly, I tried to drift off once more, back to the land of nod.
The light appeared again and shone persistently. This time I recognized the glow and knew what the light was telling me.
Creeping quietly to Sarah’s room, I opened the door a crack and spotted the bright, orange light, glowing at the controls of her electric blanket.
A couple of clicks turned it off and when I snuggled back into sleep mode there was no orange light to hinder my sleep.
The moral of my story: It’s better to be safe than sorry …. listen to your messages and most importantly – heed them!
Busily planting daffodil bulbs in the newly turned earth I was rudely interrupted by a voice telling me to go back to the house.
I glanced over at the house wondered what it was all about, then went back to my bulb-planting.
Moving along to a new section of the garden, I again heard the words, “go to the house Jo”. I resisted, determined to plant my bulbs.
The voice became insistent and I became all the more intent on my chore, ignoring the growing urgency in the message. I stood up, turned and said out-loud that I would go back to the house when I’d finished, and not before.
I stopped pretty much mid-sentence and found myself looking at the house … just looking. All seemed fine … what was the urgency?
Without being fully aware of my actions, I found myself just about being physically frog-marched towards the house, still wondering what the drama was all about.
Opening the sliding door I was confronted by a wall of acrid smoke. The quilt drying on a rack near the fireplace had toppled over, falling directly onto the firebox. The synthetic fibres had melted and were on the verge of sparking flames.
I grabbed the quilt and threw it outside, still smouldering, and opened all the doors and windows to air out the house.
Disaster averted …
…. but had I not actually taken heed of the ‘messages’, eventhough I didn’t understand the meaning or reason at the time, I would have lost my house and everything in it.
The moral of the story is to ALWAYS LISTEN TO YOUR INTUITION.
Happily and contently sitting under a tree in my garden, I was suddenly prompted to get up and go straight inside to my computer - a little odd I thought at the time, given that I was on a roll with some writing I needed to catch up on, and was very happy doing so. ‘Something must be up’ I thought to myself … to hear the word ‘Yep’ in instant reply.
I was pleased to see notification that Debra Joy had written me a message.
I had been given what I call ‘the nod’ or ‘the nudge’ by spirit a few days earlier, instructing me to contact Debra just to say Hi and to make contact. I knew the particular reason would become evident in time. I had read all of Debra’s posts in the forums and felt a sense of ‘like-ness’ and of being akin in some way.
I joyfully replied to Debra’s message and promptly sent it off, not really expecting to hear back from her for a day or so.
Within seconds a reply came, telling me of an incident to do with her friend and co-collaborator with ‘the Difference’,
Interestingly, I had also been prompted to contact
Georgina, getting ‘the nudge’ some days prior, in fact. I had no idea that these two ladies even knew each other, let alone are true friends. I’d written to Georgina to say Hi and introduce myself … clearly with a higher purpose yet to be revealed.
A reply message was in my inbox from
The plot thickens and the strings tighten.
At the mention of that I stopped reading instantly and instinctively reached into my desk draw for my ‘Healing Book’ and promptly wrote John’s name down, sending my prayers along with it.
Going back to read the rest of Debra’s message, the very next sentence was a request for me to place John’s name in my book.
Debra stated that this was taking place NOW …. as in RIGHT NOW!!
John was fighting for his life in hospital right at that very moment. I had to do more that just write his name in the book.
The Universe had timed it just right and I was prompted within to begin a healing session for John. Quickly reading further along Debra’s message, she too was about to begin a healing session. I knew I’d best join her and combine energies, prayers and positive intentions.
I took myself outside to sit in my special spot under the trees and made ready to begin. I was acutely aware of all the bird activity around me - more so than usual. It seemed exaggerated, magnified, amplified.
Trying to fully focus on the healing, the birds stepped up the ante and at times were just about deafening in their intensity. It seemed like every bird in the bush had something to say and contribute … and they were saying it very loudly indeed! I was so aware that I could not only hear the birds directly above and around me, but I could also clearly hear the many voices of those birds far off in the distance … passing on the message.
A tiny sparrow flitted amongst the branches up in the tea-tree which I sat under, trilling and singing constantly - keeping to a consistent rhythm and beat. She kept it up the whole while, as though she was playing the part of the broadcaster – or MC perhaps.
My resident magpie (who my daughters affectionately refer to as my ‘stalker’), sat on a low branch above my head and gave all a glorious and continuous concert, using all of her beautifully soaring vocal talents.
The surrounding trees, by the sound of the enlivening racket, was heavy with birds of so many different kinds, yet unified in one song and intent. Even the hum of the many bees in the gardens surrounding me seemed to be amplified, magnified - the bees vibrantly buzzing their messages with constant, uplifting and unified hum. There seemed to be a higher number of butterflies about the place aswell and at regular intervals the flowing breeze would whip my many wind chimes in the surrounding trees into a melody of bells chiming, sending their clearing and positive energies along with the wind.
It was the birds that really set the scene though. My pet cocky Jo (no, I didn’t name her that myself…) sat silently, almost solemnly, …(on my boot with one talon hooked into the hem of my jeans to ensure she didn’t slip off) - her eyes closed and head down as though in prayer and meditation along with me … her yellow crest feathers lifted as high as they could go, looking a bit like a golden, feathery antenna.
All this seemed to go on for quite some time, although I wasn’t really aware of ‘time’ at the time.
I sat listening to the sounds all around me whilst focusing on sending healing light and energy, palms upright and open resting on my knees, receiving and sending at the same time. I could feel my hands, wrists and arms zinging and vibrating ever so slightly, but with great power and force. I began to feel a warm energy flood through me and up and down my spine. Flowing down my legs to my feet on the ground, I felt heavy but very light also and I could feel myself pulsing with the energies of the earth. I could feel Jo’s weight on my foot - yet she too seemed weightless along with me.
I felt very ‘connected’ to all at that moment.
I asked spirit how things were going with John and was told in a sweet, soft and dreamy-like voice that ‘it was working’. I couldn’t have felt more grateful, happy and relieved to hear that.
The birds, meanwhile, kept up their combined song. Some birds would fly off squawking their message and others would fly in, landing on nearby trees to listen and take part. Long after the healing session ended the birds kept up their activities.
- - - -
Going back to check my inbox afterwards, I’d received a message from Debra stating that John was now out of surgery. Perfect news!
In subsequence messages to and fro, Debra and I both marveled at the ‘coincidences’ and intricate synchronicities the Universe had to put into play in order for us to join forces to amplify the healing experience.
Hearing from Debra the day after the event with news that John was still in a critical condition, but certainly showing positive signs of recovery, was yet more wonderful validation of the power of positive prayer and of what we are able to achieve as One. I also view it as a pure indication and manifestation of the gathering effects of ‘The Difference’ coming to positive fruition and touching and linking us all - and vibrating throughout the world and the Universe.
Saturday, October 23, 2010
Karen pounced on my car as I parked out the front of the primary school to pick up my kids. She rapped incessantly on the windscreen before I’d even had the chance to turn off the engine. Unbuckling my seatbelt, the door suddenly flew open, Karen just about blocking me into my seat. I sat there in shock for a moment, my mouth hanging open I’m sure.
“I heard you’re a psychic” she stated. No hello. No introduction. Nothing.
“Ahh yeah,” I replied, a little taken aback.
I’d seen Karen around the schoolyard for at least the past three years or so, but never had she acknowledged my existence in any way, even on the odd occasion when I’d seen her in the hallway or playground and would nod, smile or say hello to her. She’d ignored me totally.
Now here she stood, way too close to me, demanding my immediate and undivided attention.
“Well I want you to tell me something” Karen stated.
“Ok ...” I replied, “you want me to TELL you something?”
“Yep. I want you to tell me when my ex-boyfriend Phillip will be getting back with me.”
I knew instantly that this Phillip person would NEVER be getting back with her. In fact, I was given the strong impression that he was quite relieved to be out of the relationship and away from her once and for all. I was also shown him happy with a new partner in his life.
Breaking it to Karen as gently as possible, I told her that Phillip would not be returning to her, but that she should look forward to a new, more suited partner whom I was shown entering her life within the year. I advised her to take the lessons of her previous relationship and be grateful for them; to let go of her ex-boyfriend to allow both of them to be free to heal; and to look forward to a happy and secure future with a wonderful partner, just around the corner.
“BULLSHIT!” she spat.
I didn’t respond at all, so she let out in a rush “the first time he left me I saw a psychic lady in town and she told me that he would be coming back to me. And he did.” She looked at me triumphantly, as though she’d proven something. She then went on to describe how she’d manipulated her (poor) ex-boyfriend to the point where he’d felt he had no choice but to come back to her. She’d even threatened suicide if he didn’t return.
Now it seems he’d left her yet again.
“He won’t be coming back to you.” I stated plainly.
“Oh what would you know anyway!” She stated, looking me up and down with disdain. “The last three psychics I’ve been to have told me the same thing! And you’re all wrong! I wanna know when Phillip is coming back to me and when we’re getting married! I don’t want to hear that other crap!!”
My young daughters had arrived at the car by that time and just stood silently by, half frightened by Karen’s attitude and energy, wondering why this strange woman was blocking their mother in the car and what she was ranting about.
I just about had to push Karen out of the way in order to get out of my car, Karen belligerently taking a few steps backwards, allowing me to put my kids in the backseat. Once she realized I really wasn’t going to tell her what she wanted to hear, she turned abruptly and took off without another word. No thank you. No goodbye. Nothing.
Of course I saw Karen around the school over the following two years or so, but she’d gone back to ignoring my existence.
This really bothered me at the time, but many, many similar instances have presented since, in person, print and email. I realize its all part of the job and not to take it personally. I know part of the lesson for me is about ‘discernment’.
Because of my ‘lightworking’ and humanitarian nature and life purpose, I am one who compulsively feels the need to help others (when needed, not imposed). My life and choices have brought me into contact with the angels of the earth; the most beautiful of human souls - but it also attracts those who would take quick advantage at every opportunity. The lesson for me is in listening to my intuition and inner voice in regards to who’s who, then living and working accordingly – not allowing others to distort or disturb my equilibrium, personal truths and values.
Not everyone may like the messages they receive, but remember, ‘don’t shoot the messenger.’
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Michelle walked in through the door, a nervous air all round her. I’d been shown her in a brief ‘vision’ the night before whilst in the *shower (*see end note) ... but the lady in front of me seemed small and grey, frail almost. I’d been shown a vibrant young lady exuding self-confidence and lively - but the Michelle that stood before me was a ...... It looked as though she’d also brought a shadow along with her as well.
Michelle had brought a ‘passenger’ to our session, one that looked identical to her; same hair, eyes, stature – even her outfit. She had a twin or mirror in the spirit realm that was right beside her, chatting away incessantly and waving her hands in front of Michelle’s face, trying in vain to get her attention.
I started the session by asking Michelle if she was aware of the presence with her.
She heaved a huge sigh of relief and stated ‘Thank God!’ with force and passion. I stayed quiet and just let Michelle talk. She seemed to have a lot of get off her chest.
“Yes, yes. I know something or someone is around me ALL the time. It drives me totally nuts! I think I know who it is though ... but I don’t know what she wants. Sometimes I don’t even know whether I am hearing my own voice in my head coz it keeps saying things I’m not even thinking about. Am I insane!? I feel like there’s two of me. I can’t even explain it!” Michelle blurted out in a rush.
As she was speaking, Michelle’s spirit friend moved directly in front of her; almost superimposed if you like as I could still clearly see Michelle through her, behind her. It looked as though they were indeed ‘one’.
I was then briefly shown two babies – identical twins. “Do you have a sister? Or rather, did you have a sister? A twin?” I asked.
“Yeah I do. Did at least. How did you know that?”
“That’s who the presence is” I replied. This confirmed what Michelle already believed and knew within herself.
Michelle went on to tell me that her twin sister had died at birth – a stillborn. Her parents had told her about her twin Lucy when she was very young ... and she’d remembered playing with an ‘imaginary friend’ (who was very real to Michelle at the time ...) who’d looked just like her, prior to starting school. Her ‘friend’ had stayed with her throughout her life, but had become more and more incessant and intrusive in the past six months or so.
I asked Michelle if anything of significance or importance had taken place in that time, something life altering or life changing.
Michelle replied that she’d (finally) married her fiancé of five years, and they were now about to start planning for a baby. She and her partner were looking forward to starting a family.
Lucy (Michelle’s passed over twin) then began saying “Hello, goodbye, hello, goodbye hello.” I repeated this message to Michelle. She scrunched up her face in query. “What does that mean?” She asked.
I had no idea.
‘Spirit Lucy’ then showed me a baby wrapped in pink nestling in her arms, and was given the impression that the baby she held was her ... as though she was the baby she was showing me. I relayed this to Michelle, but we were still quite perplexed. I felt strongly though that Michelle would be pregnant with child sooner that she anticipated. A baby girl I’d suggest.
I told Michelle this and she was very pleased. I asked her to keep in touch as I was curious about what was to come for her.
Two hours later I received an email from Michelle. On the way home she’d stopped off and bought herself a pregnancy test. She’d said that she’d found herself parking the car and buying the test as though she was on automatic-pilot. Taking the test once home, Michelle was shocked (but not really ...) to find herself pregnant.
7 and a half months later Michelle emailed again to say she’d given birth to a baby girl they’d named Lucille – Lucy.
She went on to tell me that ‘spirit Lucy’ was now gone and although in a strange way she missed the constant companionship, she felt that ‘baby Lucy’ was now taking her place in her life. She also said that she believed 100% that her sister ‘spirit Lucy’ was now her daughter ‘Lucy’.
Now Michelle KNEW what ‘spirit Lucy’ had meant in our session when she’d said “Goodbye, hello, goodbye, hello.”
I emailed back and congratulated her, wishing her the all very best. I knew she’d make a wonderful mother and that in the future there’d be more babies to come for her.
Those in the spiritual realm are able to communicate easily through water - this is why we often have great, inspired ideas, remember things, invent things and are able to clear our minds of ‘monkey-chatter’. The water can be used as a conductor for communication/messages from our passed over loved ones, spirit guides and angels.
Monday, October 18, 2010
My client Kelly sat in my office, full of anger, resentment and unforgiveness. The heavy energy was all around her, almost in a physical sense. These feelings had been brewing within her for many years; since childhood, 30 odd years now. She knew these feeling were hindering her from moving forward and were doing her more damage than any good.
Her deceased father was sitting next to her on the couch, presenting behind Kelly’s *right shoulder, (*see endnotes) trying in vain to get her attention. Kelly was aware of her father’s presence but was unable to hear or see him. Part of her didn’t want to. Refused to.
I asked her to relax and focus on the crystal on the table in front of her. I did this not because of anything to do with the crystal, but rather, to focus her attention on one thing, dispelling the monkey-chatter in her thinking, logical mind.
Once Kelly was calm I began hearing a male voice repeatedly saying “please forgive me. I love you. I love you. I’m so sorry. Please forgive me.”
I repeated the messages to Kelly as they came through. Tears spontaneously streamed down her cheeks, but she didn’t say a word. She sat with her arms crossed; rigid and tense.
Again the message repeated.
All of a sudden Kelly exploded on the spot; all red in the face, hissing and spitting like a wet cat.
I sat back and waited for her to recover to a point where she could speak.
Kelly expressed that she sincerely wanted to forgive her father for all that had taken place in her childhood - but a big part of her felt that in forgiving him she would be condoning his actions; and this she couldn’t bare.
I explained to Kelly that her longstanding resentment towards her father interfered with her desire to fully release all her emotional baggage. Kelly expressed that as much as she wished to forgive her father, she didn’t believe that she really, truly could. Kelly grappled with this for some time.
The energy in the room changed suddenly and I became aware that a second entity had entered the room and joined our consultation. This spirit appeared behind Kelly’s *right shoulder, a step or so behind her father’s energy, indicating an energy from a generation back, the placement showing where he stood in the family tree.
I described this second entity to Kelly who immediately recognized it to be that of her late grandfather. Her father’s father. She hadn’t really known him in life as she was quite young when he died, but she’d seen photos of him and remembered her mother speaking of him saying he’d been a harsh and strict man; a drinker with a temper. He was someone the family had feared, yet revered.
I began telling Kelly what her grandfather was attempting to express. Initially he sounded kind of static, pixilated in a way, but his message became clearer as his energy broadened and strengthened.
“It’s my fault. I caused it. It’s me who needs to ask for your forgiveness.”
I continued as Kelly sat slumped in her chair, her face wet with tears sliding silently down her face and neck.
“I tried the best I could but money was tight and I drank a lot to keep away the demons – but they came in an other way. I was an angry man and took it out on my young son. Your father. It’s my fault he became the man he did and followed in my footsteps. Please forgive us both. Please release us ... and you.”
Kelly remained silent, but something seemed to click inside her. She’d sat up straighter, her eyes looked clearer and her face became less tense and rigid. Something seemed to have shifted within her.
“Yes ... yes” Kelly began. “I get it. I get it now. I can forgive you Grandpa.”
With that the energy in the room changed again with the spirits leaving us to sort out what was what for Kelly. I left her to make a cup of Peppermint tea and told her to relax whilst she processed what had just taken place.
Returning with her steaming tea I noted that Kelly looked different somehow, as though a huge weight had lifted from her. There seemed to be a light or lightness around her now. She smiled brightly as I handed her the teacup and I just knew she’d be fine.
Six months later I received an email from Kelly telling me that many things had changed since our session and she no longer felt that heaviness in her heart and that fear and fury she once felt. Many doors had opened for her in quick succession and she now had the courage to walk through them and embrace life. She’d even found love.
Forgiveness is a most powerful, life-changing energy and emotion that allows us to release and heal ourselves and our lives.
· Most often spirit will present on the left or behind the left shoulder to indicate ‘maternity’ or someone from the maternal side of the family. Appearing on the right side of someone, or presenting behind the right shoulder indicates an entity from the ‘paternal’ side of the family tree. How far behind or back they present can also indicate where they stand within the family tree. For example, a passed over aunt – your mother’s sister - may stand behind your left shoulder to indicate the maternal side of the family, but just off to the left again to indicate a generation behind branching off to the side ... a female contemporary or peer of your mother’s.
(*This is not necessarily so for ALL mediums, but how it works for myself and many others.)