Bradley T: Guest Writer. Being Maori with a gift

 I thought I’d shake things up a bit for your entertainment. A little insight into what it is like being Maori with a gift. You know my side of it. Now hear from someone else.
Fate bought me Bradley. I call him Brother. We are not related but we are kin because we both grew up on a Pacific Island Paradise where Tribal Protocols are still adhered to to this day. We get Mana from our culture and it’s why even after not living in New Zealand for nearly 15 years I wouldn’t give up my passport for any country on the planet. I am Kiwi. I am Ngati Raukawa and I am Aotearoa through and through. But enough about me. Let’s here from my Brother Bradley Tutua. Any questions you have for him I am sure he would be happy to answer. Enjoy a different perspective.
It is with great irony I state that after 38 years of growing up in an environment where WAIRUA(SPIRIT) was accepted and the norm like drinking a cup of tea! My true journey of understanding has only just begun. Yes it sounds weird, but I now recognize and understand the fact that you can have a lifetime of “EVENTS” & “HAPPENINGS” but in those exact moments you may not have had the tools to glean the learning’s of those experiences. This is just my story,my truth, nothing else. Treat it as you will, as I am happy just writing for an audience of one. Often in the recollection of memories there are “TREASURES” their! little nuggets of information waiting to be discovered, gathered and polished. I invite you in fact to laugh,cry,ridicule,believe or disbelieve to your hearts content! What matters to me is that somewhere in my story there might be a  “NUGGET” waiting just for you? that could aid you on your own journey of spiritual discovery. I am from New Zealand and of Maori and English Descent, Who am I?
Ko Putauaki toku Maunga (Putauaki is my Mountain)
Ko Ohinemataroa toku Awa (Ohinemataroa is my River)
Ko Mataatua te Waka (Mataatua the Canoe)
ko Ngati Awa te Iwi (Ngati Awa the Tribe)
Ko Ngai Taiwhakaea te Hapu (Ngai Taiwhakaea the Family)
Ko Te Paroa toku Marae (Te Paroa is my Sacred Place)
Ko Taiwhakaea Turua te whare Tupuna (Taiwhakaea II the Ancestral House)
Ko Brad toku ingoa (I am Brad)
I acknowledge my mountain as this anchors me to the land, then my river that allowed my ancestors great canoes access to this land, I then acknowledge the land for providing a home for my ancestors, I am Brad KIA ORA. A month ago I would have been unable to provide you this simple traditional greeting, but I have been on such a rapid-fire spiritual awakening that I appear to be getting “Taught” every lesson I need to progress at once! Its Crazy. But I’m getting ahead of myself, I will tell that part of my story later. I wont apologize for my story jumping all over the place either, as I’m a “MAN” and It often takes me countless accidents before i figure things out. Again I will reiterate that you often don’t recognize the lesson till your memory tracks back (I posses a memory like your own Debbie).
I am the youngest of four children and growing up we were your typical 80’s working class family. Dad worked, yet our Mum was the BOSS of our household (She ruled with Iron fist) which is an achievement as she’s south of 5’feet. Though 1/2 Maori herself mum raised us “English style” courtesy of her English mother our NAN the creator of “IRON FIST”. We didn’t know Granddad as Nan kicked him out and raised their 10 children by herself.  I had been told by mum that after our births it was customary for Nanny Toots (dads mum) to give us children the “ONCE OVER”. Mum said that after my sisters birth and my own several years later she was informed that we both possessed what Nanny toots termed “THE EYE”, mum thought it cryptic but our DAD passed it off as “OLD PEOPLE STUFF”. My Dads family were OLD SCHOOL! they Lived of the land, they rarely spoke English and they seemed to have a KARAKIA (prayer) for every act under the sun, they just had that AIR of MYSTERY, KNOWING and MISCHIEF about them! its kind of hard to explain. Though poor in wealth they were rich in Maori culture and custom. Dads family homestead was on the crest of a low slung hill it has always had this amazing vibe, we kids just called it “THE TOP” (how original). Now Dad had 12 siblings and many of them are regarded as being either Tohunga (shaman), Matakite (Seers), or Healers,  All are well known locally,and a couple recognized Nationally and Internationally respectively through there work with WAIRUA(SPIRIT). I have only recently learnt that my dad was supposed to be “THE ONE” of the lot! but he scuppered as soon as he was able too apparently. I can see now looking back that the expectation and his experiences growing up were possibly too much for him. We had controlled contact with Dads family, I guess it was his way of trying to protect himself and give us kids a real world upbringing no WAIRUA stuff. He was the greatest dad he could do everything sing,dance,hunt,fish,joke,cook,clean,played sport,build anything,fix everything and he provided us massive amounts of love to boot. But I now recognize as with a lot of talented people that he poured all of what we Maori call MAURI (ESSENCE) into the physical world (Taha Oranga) and left none for the spiritual side (Taha wairua) that he feared. Me, I think simplistically there is a paradigm for living between the physical and spiritual worlds, we all exist somewhere on this scale. Enlightened individuals can navigate easily through both realms in balance and harmony! people like myself if not cautiously dipping their toe in the spirit realm….fall in when not paying attention lol. Others like some of my uncles and aunts spent so much time immersed in SPIRIT that they often neglected their physical side (i often pondered if this is how the ideals of a WITCH or HERMIT were born?) sorry Aunties. And then there are people like my dad….They excel and are so powerful and Present on this side, that when things go “BUMP” on the other? Well I will let you decide.
Classic DAD scene 1: My sister recounted this memory for me from when she was young. My dad was a shift worker so he often came home early in the morning while we kids geared up for kindergarten and school he would sleep. My sister was crook so she stayed home and slept in mum & dads bed as we kids often did. Mid morning Dad wakes up and told my sister he thought he could hear a guitar playing? she said “yeah it’s your one under the bed that’s been playing”….apparently he tore of the blankets and fled shrieking outside and left my sister inside.I had a chuckle thinking about it because my dads your prototypical Maori male he is massive over 6 feet tall and probably 270 pounds! while my sister at the time would have been a small blonde waif.
Classic DAD scene 2: Another Sis recollection, Mum was working late one evening and said she would bring home dinner for us kids! Apparently we kids were being antsy and pestering dad about being hungry. My sister said he ended up putting on an impromptu performance to entertain us, along the lines of wait and see when I clap my hands mum will walk in the door with your food….He put on a couple flourishes and fake outs to get the anticipation up! then let rip…..Apparently a split second afterwards everything in our house just turned off (only our house on the street). Needless to say he bundled us kids in the car and drove us around town until mum came home.
In typical Maori fashion a Tohunga’s services were often not requested! they just turned up at your door or wherever they had been “instructed” to go, they then proceeded to inform you about problems “YOU” had been experiencing either personally, in the house or on the land, they would perform Karakia (prayer) to Lift-close-pass over or bless, usually with minimal or no explanation then they would leave…It was uncanny but accepted. So surprise surprise when my sisters “LIGHTS” started turning on (gifts manifesting) at a young age, Dads siblings either rocked up and took my sister away to be “CLOSED” or Nanny Toots would ring (ALL HOURS) and tell Dad to bring her “UP”. I know that they were performing exactly what they themselves were taught! you were “CLOSED OFF” until such a time they deemed you ready to handle your gift, however my sister was one of those rare cases they couldn’t “CLOSE” though they tried repeatedly. The fallback teaching mechanism i learnt if they couldn’t close you was to instill the “FEAR OF GOD” into you, so you wouldn’t dabble or make mistakes. Not very user friendly but effective…I can see now there was a control element to what was taught back then! Our KAUMATUA (elders) were a superstitious lot and it was heavily ingrained in the Psyche that the Maori form of SPIRIT was fraught with DANGER so they guarded their knowledge closely.
My sister has always been able to see SPIRIT and she just knows shit she shouldn’t lol. I have countless memories of her GIFT…Our family having a picnic at the river and us boys deciding to jump in for a cool off, only for our sister to turn around to Dad and say ‘there are some Maori people across the other side of the river Dad they are calling for me to swim across” we all couldn’t see anything, but needless to say shortest no-swim decision ever. Or going to the beach on holiday with our extended family and having a great swim in some massive surf! My mother questioned aloud from the beach if it were safe…My sister pointed behind mum and said the Maori people buried here in the sand dunes reckon we will be OK….again we Swimmers literally raced out of the water.   We are as tight as siblings can be my sister and I considering there is several years between us and that we live at different ends of the country. Recently we discussed what happened from the period in time her gifts first popped up so I could share some of these memories with you, Much to both our surprise, I was present at many of her visits to “THE TOP”, I would have been around 3 years old when it started, But more importantly I could remember details and conversations better than her! We both recognized the fact that we had 2 brothers that just never came up to the homestead with us, and in their own words they didn’t believe in that “GHOST BUSTING” shit (didn’t stop them from being scared though)  ha ha. I guess I was just meant to be there.
In her first telling my sister vividly remembers being sat down in a room on a chair at the homestead with Dads brothers performing Karakia and splashing water over her! (water to Maori being regarded as one of the foundations of life was often the vehicle to cleanse or bless)..She was terrified! she couldn’t understand Maori, and Dad had remained outside as he was just as scared…She states matter of fact she remembers her Chair lifting off the ground and one of our uncles forcibly placing his hands on her shoulders to keep her down (fuck that). We found out a few years later when one of our uncles confided in us (Bless him),that they all could see a Lizard completely wrapped about my sister its head on her shoulder snarling at them with huge yellow eyes! it was extremely powerful and they thought too powerful to belong to one so young so they had tried to remove it….They in fact learnt later this was one of my sisters KAITIAKI (spirit guardians) they would of had better luck removing the moon lol…I guess the positives were that there were great learning’s to be had for all involved.
My dad told us kids this story about when he was a growing up at the family homestead “The top”. At that time we laughed and treated it as fantasy! (its much easier that way) bare in mind that we were young and had been raised on Disney books and nursery rhymes. He said for as long as he could remember things just happened at that house! They (he and his siblings) would hear strange noises and see lights outside at night. Things would be moved and items would go missing…But here’s the clincher! he readily said that they could see little people mucking about outside at night on occasions. He described vividly for us this ugly little dwarf creature that used to tap on the window pane and pull faces at them, when they told our Nanny Toots or Pop they weren’t ridiculed they were just told to ignore them. He went on to explain how one day them kids where playing ball outside and one of his brothers smashed their bedroom window by accident! he told us to a man that you could feel the collective fear emanate from the group…of course they would get “Belted” by Pop that was a give me, But dad said the bigger implication for them was the fact that there would be no barrier between them kids and that CREATURE!  he said it was the longest-scariest night of his life. This story stirred another memory for me and another visit with my dad and my sister for her to be “worked on” and provided one of those “NUGGET” moments in life. I was sitting beside my sister and one of my Uncles turns to her and raised his hand palm outwards and asked my sister what she “SEES”..She replied straight out a white cross with light beaming towards her! of course I heard what was said but I was young if it wasn’t sweet and I couldn’t eat it! it didn’t interest me…Though after this I remember my sister asking why “THEY” including herself were Gifted? My uncle explained to her that directly above the homestead was a spiritual portal that was sanctioned to be there from an accord struck many years ago (I know very fantastical) . Wairua(spirit) can come and go freely through this portal and even beings from outer space! I was a HE-MAN masters of the universe kid so I was heavily impressed by that last statement.
Another time another visit one of the few my mother actually came too! My sister and I in talking this memory through realized that through our life that our mother was far more accepting and supportive of the spiritual path despite having absolutely no experience with it! She was a rock…She said she trusted and loved Nanny Toots! and would do what needed to be done to keep us safe…..My DAD just provided full on love and heaps of laughter his way of coping with Wairua. Anyway on this particular visit we were sitting in the lounge with our uncles and Aunties! My sister and I were with DAD and our mum was across the room from us! My uncles were introducing KAITIAKI (guardians)…which was very entertaining to me! So and so has a Maori Chief, another has this RED INDIAN……I then hear one of my aunties scream and holler from the kitchen what the hell is that? My uncle running the show pacifies her and explains that his guide METATRON informs him that it is a STAR person here to represent my sister! again I thought this was awesome my uncle had a guide that sounded like a transformer (how unoriginal) and my sister had an ugly Alien as a guide ha ha ha…..though that alien would have been just as scarred by meeting dads sister lol…I have to say that my dads family had the funniest sense of humor for people that regularly dealt with SPIRIT. Anyways my Uncle gets to my mother and says you have a Lady from Maori Royalty here to support you! My dad turns and jokingly whispers quietly to my sister and I that she is probably an” old duck”…we share a giggle, Dads brother out of Earshot without turning says “She wants to know how you can tell how old she is?”…lol…My dad true to form scuppers outside tale between legs ha ha.
I can look back now and see that maybe it is no fluke my dads siblings being “TOUCHED” due to their proximity to this PORTAL! and now that all those fantastic stories we were told growing up….are not so entertaining that there is an element of TRUTH to them….Bugger. My sister and I are conscious of the fact that my Dads family being as gifted as they were, recognized and stated readily that just like “HARRY POTTER” our gifts were present from both sides of our family! In fact they seemed to be in complete AWE of our mothers Maori lineage. I will leave off, that with what I experienced firsthand with my sister, that when “STUFF” started happening to me in my early teens….I told no one! Guess i shared a few of my fathers Traits too…..And being armed with the half teachings and learning’s from my sister I just managed it. But I guess that’s another story.

Why those Demons and Ghouls that strangle you in bed are a good thing.

I decided to do this post because I’ve written 11 emails and Forum replies about this very subject. Spirit and I decided it needed to be done because it is obviously a real problem for some people. In fact ALL people because I defy anyone who says this hasn’t happened to them at least once.

And while it might be the most terrifying experience for you, you need to Thankful it happened because in all likelihood it probably saved your life.

Okay….so you know when your asleep and your having a dream and then you become aware of something scary in the room or next to your bed. You can hear it, feel it, your heart is racing and you try to scream but nothing comes out? You try to move but you are paralyzed?

Your perfectly away and your fully conscious except your not. Your actually asleep. You will swear black and blue you were awake but trust me…..your not. The fact you can’t move says your asleep.

But some times you’ll start to hear a hum or a buzzing sound, you might feel something moving, you might see lights, you might get chills, there might be a high pitched screaming. Then you feel it, you can see it and smell it.

It will be different things to different people. But it will scare this shit out of you. It could be just a hand around your neck, it could be a demon, it could be a ghoulish beastie. But whatever it is, it scares the crap out of you and if it’s happened to you, your going to know EXACTLY what I’m talking about and I guarantee you you will will remember it all in great detail too. It impacts your soul. You never forget it when it happens.

It might be trying to strangle you, or screaming at you, or laughing, or whatever. And if this isn’t a regular occurrence for you. If this isn’t a trapped Spirit in the house or negative energy, if it doesn’t happen in other rooms of the house, it only happens in bed then what you have is a Spirit who saved your life. Why?

Well let me tell you like this.

When we sleep we revert back to Spirit. The Living are the dead on Vacation. We are alive as us for such a short time, and while we are down here the need to go home is too great. The need to be a Spirit is just too great so we sleep. And when we sleep we turn back into a Spirit. So we can Astral travel. Astral Travelling means to Travel Among the Stars but you don’t just have Space at your finger tips when your a Spirit you also have the past, present and future.

We go home to Spirit, we visit loved ones from past lives, we will meet up with friends from 4 life times ago,  we will travel to foreign destinations and see the sun set over the curve of the earth. We need to be in Spirit. We get too home sick and some times we need to just be free of the hardships of being human. It’s hard being a human. We take on so much that Spirits just aren’t used to. But it’s why they love being human and why they often will choose reincarnation even if they have been given the choice to do whatever they want.

Eventually they all want to be a Spirit Elder. Some will choose this job for the rest of eternity. Some will try it once and decide to do something else for a while. But everyone living at some point in their existential existence will be a Spirit Elder.

A Spirit Elder is only allowed to be a Spirit Elder once they have lived enough lives to have learned all the lessons needed to be learned in order for them to have total control over a human life then they are given carte blanch to do whatever they want. They get to choose the Soul they want to look after and from the second that Soul is conceived to the minute after it takes it’s last breathe that Spirit Elder will watch over you as your very own celestial guardian. But it’s just yours and no one elses.

No two people will have the same Spirit Elder. And that Spirit Elder walks beside you every day, stands beside while you work and sits with you when you sleep. Of all the things they could of done, taking care of you was pretty much the whole reason they are here. They wanted to train and learn and train and learn to take care of you when they could of been enjoying a life down here. Spirits love the Human experience. It gives them the feelings, thoughts and emotions they don’t have in Spirit.

They will stand over you every time you sleep and make sure your safe. If anything comes near you that shouldn’t be near you then your Spirit Elder needs to act. Because some times our sleep goes wrong. Some times something a bit nasty might be passing by and see’s an unused vessel. Or some times the vessels brain will start to become active before the Soul has come back into the body. And this is dangerous. VERY dangerous. If you were to wake up without a Soul, without a conscious soul in all likelihood you’ll have a heart attack and in the very least get taken over by something truly worrying.

I’m told that death in your sleep because of an Astral Travel going wrong is about 15% of all sleep related deaths. If your loved one died of a heart attack in their sleep or a stroke even, and they were healthy before hand and they went to bed one night and never woke up again then chances are this is what happened. It is a high possibility.

A lot of people will dream of being in pitch black, feel like they are falling and then just as they are about to hit the bottom they wake up, but some don’t. Some hit the bottom and don’t wake up. I know of two Spirits in my life time this happened to. It was obviously their time and all that but there is something a little unsettling about the thought of dying in your sleep if you were perfectly conscious of it happening. I’m assured though that it is a painless, uneventful passing. But then…..they are Spirits, of course it’s not going to be scary for them. But it’s unsettling to me. But I digress.

It’s not something many people know about. It’s always explained as a Demonic Possession which pisses me off. Because demonic possessions don’t just come at you once or twice every few years and only while you sleep. lol

But in order to protect you, in order to make sure you live and die the way your meant to your Spirit Elders need to make sure that any situation your put in that could threaten your life or your health or mental well being they can get you out of it safe and in one piece.

And when you start to wake up before your Spirit has come back into your body your Spirit Elder only has one option. And that is to wake you up as quickly as possible.

And what is the quickest way to wake you up? By putting on a terrifying face, or hand or whatever it is that will scare you the most and they will jump on you, at you or near you growling, screaming, howling, laughing in an evil or scary voice.

You’ll respond to that better than you would if they gently stroked your arm.

They basically have a millionth of a second to get you awake before you die or get taken over by something nasty and so they do what they have to do.

So next time you wake up and you can’t move, just relax. Sing a song, or talk to your Spirit Elder. Tell them you understand and after you’ve been woken up, say Thank you. Because as sure as the Queens Guards guard Buckingham Palace, your Spirit Elders are guarding you. The last thing they want is for you to be afraid of them or put in harms way. They stay dead for you. If that’s not a sign of love and loyalty I don’t know what is.

Don’t be afraid and please don’t listen to these moron Psychics and Mediums who told you it was something dangerous and to be feared. Unfortunately there are too many misinformed and uneducated people out there who like to take your money and tell you lies. And I for one have had enough. So I’ll work this Blog until I am 180 if I have to. If there are still people being misinformed about these episodes while we sleep. Or being led to believe that dark Shadows are bad Spirits etc….I’ll be there.

And I’m coming for you. Me and my Legion, my Soldiers of Truth. They are infinite in number and have millennia upon millennia  of years of experience and if sitting me down to educate some people helps even one person realize their psychic or mentor or whatever doesn’t know shit from sugar then I’ve done my job.

I’m astounded at the things people believe. I’m going to ruffle some feathers, a lot of people are going to hate me, but if they do then it means I’m doing my job. Only those threatened by the truth will have a problem with what I’m doing but I can’t take one more email from some poor broken person who’s lost a fortune to a fraud posing as a Psychic or Medium.

I’m coming for them. It ain’t gonna be pretty but luckily my face isn’t my money maker lol

Join My Forum for discussions out side of the Blog.

I’ve created a Forum for people who want to go in and discuss the paranormal. I will be joining discussions and enjoying open live chats.

Please try and have respect for the forum. I will delete any Messages that are inappropriate, aggressive, bullish, or disrespectful.

This Forum for people who would like to discuss the Paranormal where they aren’t stuck in the confusing Comments sections.

You can discuss what you like, just remember the rules. It is all about Love and Light.

I’m so excited.

How to close yourself down so you can’t see or feel Spirit.

This is the thing I type more times than any other words. How o close yourself down so you don’t have to hear, or see Spirit.

It will protect you and MUST be done every day before bed.

Firstly when your having issues with Spirits in your home the first thing you do is get some salt. Just normal salt that you have in your kitchen and put salt across the threshold of the front and back door. It has to be put across any door where you can enter the house so it includes any garage entrances as well. But you put the salt on the outside part of the door. Where the grey bit is. You want Mother Nature to remove the salt over time not the hoover.

The next thing you so is every night before bed and also you can do this every time your confronted with a visual or noise of Spirit and your scared. This will work every time.

Close your eyes and imagine an open door. It doesn’t have to be a door, you might automatically see a draw bridge or french double doors or something. Don’t worry. Go with it. Let it be your thing if that is so.

But it needs to be fully open. As you count backwards from 10-1 you must visualize the door/bridge/window slowly closing. When you get to 1 the door should be closed shut. Tight.

That closes your Pineal Gland down so your brain can’t get a WiFi signal. It means you won’t have the Pineal Gland active like your WiFi on your phone. If it’s shut down it can’t pick up on a signal.

So do that every night before bed, before you go to sleep. Also make sure it is done after you ask Spirit and the Ancestors to protect you.

You can make up your own words. But you should always include these words somewhere along the line.

1) I only invite Spirits of pure love and light into my life and my home

2) The Dark have no power over me and my family.

3) Bless my house, myself, the people in my home and the people who come into my home with the purest of white light.

The thing you must always remember is The Dark Side or Tricksters, are only interested in those they see as being weak. If your a good person and your not doing anything wrong then you have nothing to worry about. They don’ bother themselves with people who aren’t doing anything they need to concern themselves with. And they CAN NOT!!! and I repeat CAN NOT!!! come into your life and affect it unless you invite it in so don’t do anything that invites trouble.

Protection at all times. Is KEY and always remember if you don’t know what your doing, don’t do it.

Education is important. get to know what your dealing with.

Spirit don’t want to hurt you. They can help you change your life. You have total control over what you see and hear. But remember who your dealing with. So please respect them. Don’t get aggressive. There is no need to be.

Do these things and you’ll never be afraid again. And now instead of typing all of this out a trillion times a week I can just refer them to this post lol

(not that I had a problem with it. I’ll do what ever I’ve gotta do for the people who need it)

I surround you all with pure love and light.

Love Spiritchild




This is why all Spirits need to be crossed over and why I’m starting to dislike Spirit Investigations.

Last week my family and I went on a holiday. It was my sons birthday and my husband suggested we take this time to have a wee break away as we hadn’t had a break in 10 years or as a family where we were the tourists.

We usually stay at The Premier Inn because they are affordable and clean and in all the locations we want to stay at.

But for some reason when I went to look up The Premier Inn it took me to

I decided to give it a looksee and found a lovely looking Lodge in Glasgow that was over £100 cheaper than the Premier Inn and you got breakfast for free. So naturally we booked.

We arrived last Monday and the room was gorgeous and we were happy to get our holiday underway. Our first night however was for me a nightmare. I just could NOT get to sleep for love nor money because I kept getting woken up by a young boy asking for his Dad.

Every time I dozed off I kept hearing ‘Dad…..Dad where are you Dad?’ etc….at the foot of my bed. The bed was thee nicest most comfy bed I’ve ever slept in so I should of been out like a light.

I told my Mr about this the next day and was dreading bed that night because I couldn’t last a week walking around Scotland on an hours sleep. But luckily for me I slept like a baby. My husband however wasn’t so lucky. He got woken up umpteen times by a young boy interrupting his dreams asking for help. He explained that while he never saw the boys face but he was covered in blood. He said his face and body were blacked out but he knew he had died in a horrendous way and he was asking for help. It ALWAYS ALWAYS happens that just seconds before my husband has a dream of significant importance to ME I wake up. I know the signs of his impending distress and so I’m able to stroke his head and shoooooosssshhhh him out of the bad dream. He was so upset. It made us want to see if we could find any deaths related to the Hotel. We were on a really busy motorway intersection where every few minutes someone was tooting their horn for one reason or another and the Hotel didn’t look more than 5 years old so we thought maybe someone had died in a car accident or been hit by a car trying to cross the road or something. And then I found him.

I knew he had brown hair, was quite tall but was about 16-19, not older than 20, but no younger than 15. He had a boys voice but you could tell he was becoming a man still.

I found him…….Kriss Donald. And because of him I am now no longer a fan of Ghost Hunts and Investigations.

The next morning as we tiredly walked to the restaurant part of the Hotel so we could have breakfast I saw three employees standing at the bar talking and for some reason just had to mention the room being ‘active’.

The look on their faces will stay with me forever. They were too scared to say anything so I gave them reassurance by saying ‘Look don’t worry about me being scared. This is my job, this is what I do, I work with Spirit and my family all see Spirits, so don’t worry about scaring us’

I told them everything. And then Maureen the Housekeeper said ‘What room are you in?’ I told her and her face went white. She said to the other two girls ‘I told you someone was touching me in that room. I told you something was going on’ and the other two just seemed shocked.

I told them I had been doing some research and found Kriss Donald to which one of the girls said ‘Yes I remember that incident. It was devastating as they were booked to stay here but left.’ Let me explain to your about Kriss.

In 2004 Kriss Donald then 15 was Kidnapped from Glasgow by some Pakistani men in a revenge racist attack. Kriss was innocent and was chosen at random.

He was driven 200 miles between Dundee and Glasgow and they took him to Strathclyde Innkeepers Lodge where they were staying in rooms 19 and 20  but for some reason they never stayed. Instead they took this terrified young man away from the Hotel and as quoted by Wikipedia

There, they held his arms and stabbed him 13 times. He sustained internal injuries to three arteries, one of his lungs, his liver and a kidney. He was doused in petrol and set on fire as he bled to death.[11]

The five men convicted of the abduction and murder were convicted of racially aggravated offences. After the murder, some of Donald’s attackers fled the United Kingdom to Pakistan.

The issue of the killing quickly became politicised because of the racial element. After the murder there were reportedly ‘racial tensions’ in the area sufficient to lead to police intervention.[3].

You can read more here.

This poor baby was alive when they burned him and this is why my husband couldn’t make out a face because all he kept seeing is Black.

The Lovely staff and my family and I were all taken aback by the sadness and in that moment I knew I had to send him over. So I decided to send him over.

I told them if I had access to a bell I would send him over by the end of the day to which I was offered the Bars ‘Last Call’ bell.

I sat trying to have my cereal but I could feel Kriss. I knew he knew I could help him and he was waiting for me to help him and it just made me unable to concentrate or eat my cereal so I went and got the bell and went back to my room.

He was hesitant at first but I talked to him with love and compassion. I wasn’t even sure if it would work because I always use a candle as well but I couldn’t use one because of the Fire Alarms and it was only 8.30am, people would still be in bed.

So I put protection on the Lodge and talked Kriss into crossing over. He wasn’t sure at first but I asked my parents to help him, I assured him he was in safe hands and that God was waiting for him. I told him more importantly that no one would hurt him and he was safe and as soon as he crossed over he would be able to see his Mum and Dad whenever he wanted. I felt him. I knew the ‘opening’ was too my right, the light was bright and I could feel Spirits to my right. I sat at the door of it. When I said about seeing his Mum and Dad I asked him to touch me so I knew he was there. He had been touching people on their backs so I was expecting to feel something on my back but he didn’t. He grabbed my hand. I’m getting emotional just thinking about it.

He held on so tight and then he must have seen his Granddad because he ran. I felt him so strongly it made me sit back like a jolt as the energy of him running past me pushed me back a bit and then the ‘door’ closed. I sat for a further 5 minutes protecting the room and making sure he had gone for sure.

I asked Maureen to double check the room after we left and she said both rooms felt different. I contacted her yesterday to double check and she said she is no longer afraid to go into those rooms so Kriss has definitely crossed over.

The sadness that came over us was so great though and it gave me time to think about my life. My gift, Spirit, all of it and I’ve come to realize something.

Spirit aren’t entertainment. They aren’t something we should be profiting from, or watching like a movie. They were once living breathing souls who were loved by people. As a Mother of two boys I can’t even begin to imagine the Nightmare his Mother and Father went through when he went missing and worse when he was found.

Obviously Kriss’s last memories before he was killed was of being taken to that Lodge in 2004. That was only 11 years ago. He should be 26 now and he’s not. Who are we to charge money to see if we can get him to perform like a Trained Seal?

I’m not going to make it my life’s purpose to cross over any Spirit I come to contact with. I’m going to purchase a bell for my Purse and any time I feel Spirit I am crossing them over.

No one who investigates these haunted (I hate that word I prefer active) places can ever be bothered to put a life to the Spirit. Kriss and billions of other Spirits have names and lived lives. They don’t deserve to be treated like this. Kriss has parents and family who still to this day mourn for him and I knew if I told everyone about this place I’d be inundated with requests for people wanting to go there with their digital recorders and cameras trying to catch a glimpse of this poor terrified young man who wanted his Dad. The last thing he remembered before he was so brutally killed was that Lodge. It was his last hope of safety and people were going to exploit him and I had to stop it.

I stupidly put a tweet up at 3.13am when it happened that it had happened and immediately got contacted by a Company that specializes in Haunted Hotel holidays and it made me feel sick. I couldn’t stand the thought of people wanting to stay in that room in the hopes they would feel that poor baby begging for help. And it made me realize, this is what Most Haunted, Ghost Hunters, Ghost Adventures is all about. The exploitation of lost and lonely souls and often these ‘Investigators’ do more harm than good. EVPs are creating negative energy in the places of investigations which are then being left in those buildings and the Spirits left behind are having to deal with even more bull shit. But it’s Bull shit WE put there. We are basically turning up to these locations, setting up camp, having some fun then pissing off and leaving all of our rubbish for Spirit to have to deal with. And it has to stop.

Kriss could be my nephew, your brother, your boyfriend, your son. These Spirits could be and WILL one day be your loved ones and instead of helping them cross over and finally be at peace we are buying expensive equipment and storming in like big fat doughnut eating idiots in our moody trench coasts and black tops with the name of our Company across the back and we create nothing but noise for these poor souls.

People idiotically getting all dramatic about a scratch or a growl and thus creating negative energy that was never there before and not one of them crosses these souls over and not one of then protects the building after they leave and I for one am done so from now on I’m going to cross over every Spirit I come across.

Why is is acceptable to do this? Ghost Hunting to me is now the equivalent to someone going to a zoo, paying to get in and seeing starved and abused animals and taking photos of it, eating in front of it and then walking off.

It’s not right. We need to put faces and families to these souls so we can send them where they belong. Which is back to the safety of the Spirit Realm.

But for the record I’m not talking about those who contact me asking for help to figure out what’s going on. I’m only talking about these people who make money from and gain attention either publicly or locally for investigating the dead without doing the right thing.

99.9% of these people don’t do it right anyway and I can’t sit back any more.

Meeting that poor boy name me put a name and a family to a very real situation. I can go to his grave. He isn’t a website, he isn’t a story or fable in a book he is a real person, who lived a real life and died a real death. Why is it okay to shove a camera in his face?

The Council said the last phase of my training would involve me sitting back and paying attention. Well……I get it now. I’ve paid attention to many many things and I’ve had any ‘Aha’ moments but this is the biggest one so far.

I sat back an I realized I was being used by some in my life, taken for granted by others and just down right disrespected by the rest so I removed them. I also saw in my work that I’m putting in hundreds of hours of effort to help some people who not only don’t listen to what I tell them to do but they disregard it and then come back to me for more help when the way they did it didn’t work. Which is why now I say ‘I’ll help you any way I can but you only get my help once. If you don’t listen I don’t give you any more of my time.’

I’ve had to do it because I’m sitting up till 5am some nights helping people who don’t listen. And I never realized how much time I wasted because now that I only help genuinely scared or lost souls it’s freed up loads of my time for my clients and family. But this has to be the biggest lesson I’ve learned since my last visit.

I’ve come to realize that I have the power to set these souls free and that’s what I’m going to do.

We stayed in that room for another 3 nights after I released Kriss and we had no further incidents.

My Husband is not Psychic. He has over the 16 years of us being together become opened to Spirit and has had many experiences because of it. I say he’s Intuitive by Osmosis lol

Any friends I have that are around me all the time end up the same. But you have to think to yourself, how desperate does a Spirit have to be that he would go to those lengths to get help?

Therefore isn’t it our responsibility to make sure they get the help they need? Would you do that to a child in the real world? If someone came up to you in the real world asking you for help would you help or would you get your cameras out and try to record them?

Please people……..start respecting them not just for what they are now but for who they were before. Someone loves them, someone may even be grieving for them.

Do the right thing.

My dream is to have a show where I go to Haunted Locations and do Releasings. Then instead of people chasing them with digital cameras and video cameras they will go after them with a bell and a whole lot of love instead.

My life has changed forever because of Kriss Donald and from this day forth everything I do and every Spirit I cross over will be in Memory of and in Honour of him.