Live PSYCHIC and TAROT Readings
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!
Live PSYCHIC and TAROT Readings
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.
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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.