‘Spirit are just us but dead’
I was born the baby of 7 kids on the 9th November 1972. 5 girls two boys. A poor Catholic family, trying to get by. I’ve since learned that often my parents would eat porridge so us kids got the meat and veg. Dad was Irish and Lebanese. Mum was Scottish and Maori (native New Zealand). Mums family were huge so I also had my entire Maori family of cousins and Aunties and Uncles who were/are also a huge part of my life.
I was born in a city called Palmerston North, New Zealand. My Dad was in the Royal Engineers of the New Zealand Army for 34 years. He got out when I was 18 and then became a Security Guard until his death at the age of 59 in 1998.
We moved around a bit because my Dad was in the Army but luckily for me we only moved a few times after I was born. We moved to a tiny town called Levin until I was 15 then we moved to Perth, Western Australia. While I was in Australia I got a Beauty Therapy and Massage Therapy Degree. I was the youngest person ever to get such a high score at the age of 17, I passed with Merit. I worked in salons for a bit but hated it so much. It was full of gossiping, whingeing old money and one day the mistress of a town mayor came in for treatment the same day as the wife and the back stabbing and gossiping that went on was just a step too far for me so I quit and decided I wanted to become a teacher instead.
I was going for an Early Childhood Development Degree which meant I could either work in schools, day care, kindergarten or a Nanny. But my sister died at the age of 28, from skin cancer but it was the cancer spread to her brain and she bled into her tumor and that is what she died from. She left a poor little boy aged 8yrs old and a 7 week old girl for my parents to raise. My parents were broken inside. It is unholy that parents should bury a child. Mum wasn’t coping, Dad threw himself into work. So I gave up my training to help Mum with the kids for a couple of years. It was when my sister died I saw the extent of just how powerful my Dads psychic ability was . One day he went into her bedroom to get something out for the baby and her music box started playing. He was on the bed talking to my sister and she was so powerful. She had only been gone a week. He called us into the room and it was then I realized the music box was the sort that wouldn’t go without the lid being opened but also it was battery operated and there were no batteries in it. I knew my sister had packed it away BECAUSE it was broken. The way the atmosphere was in the room, the way my Dad handled it all, it was the first time I had seen him in action. He had always hid his gift from us. He would tell us stories about his experiences but he would never say anything as it was happening, only after. He however, was afraid of is a gift. Being raised Catholic with those beastly Nuns in the schools beating the life out of you for blinking when God said you weren’t allowed to made my Dad very bitter about his love of God and confused about what was good and bad. He said what we did was ‘Voodoo’ or ‘Witchcraft’ and mostly ‘Bullshit’ lol but he never ever made us afraid of our gifts and always encouraged us to talk about what we had seen. It was he who would explain who a lot of the Spirits were I would see in my room at night. My sister died in 1991. It was a day I will never forget. As Mum and I were the only ones home. I was supposed to go to Course and I said to Mum ‘Oh I just don’t feel like to go today’ and she said ‘Why’ and I said ‘I don’t know, I just don’t think I will go today’…………..6 hours later I’m doing CPR on my big sister with Mum frozen in the door. I told her to call an Ambulance and she died shortly after. I blamed myself for years for that. And what is even more weird, I had JUST passed my Comprehensive First Aid exam just two days before that fateful day?????????????
Mum had cervical cancer when she was pregnant with me and my sister who was 8yrs old would look after me after school. I know this sounds insane but I remember some things so clearly with her. I can remember her rocking me to sleep. When I’m upset I still rock myself to sleep the way she did. I remember seeing her reading at night in our bedroom. Twice she almost burnt the room down with me in it because her reading candle tipped over. My Dad put the flames out once with his hands on a varnished dresser and the varnish burnt and scarred his hand for life it was that bad. But I remember both times. It was in my room I shared with her that I had my first Spirit experience.
I had a really high bed it must have been a cot or something and I was in the dark. I was apparently only about 8 months old when I was in that room. I can STILL remember everything as if it was yesterday. I was sleeping with my arms above my head as babies do and I half woke to find a dark shape stroking my arm and side. It gave me a fright and I tucked my arm down and it vanished. I remember being frightened. But there was a lady that used to sit on the end of my parents bed and stroke my Dads feet and some old hag type Spirit that used to peer inside the windows.
Mum wasn’t supposed to survive her radiation treatment after I was born, and I wasn’t supposed to survive birth. The radiation treatment she was having while pregnant with me we later found out caused some Spinal Diseases in me from the age of 4 years. My teeth had no calcium and the nerves were infected so all my teeth grew through black and had to be removed. My hips were crooked and my feet were even more crooked, my feet are still slightly crooked though. From the age of 16 I started having proper treatment for my back but by the time I was 21 I had been told there wasn’t anything anyone could anymore. I have a Degenerative Spinal disease, Spondylitis, Lumbar Lordosis and Sciatica but the trapped nerve is right where the worst part of my spinal disease is. I have a 5mm piece of Spinal Chord trapped in between some of my vertebrae. But it’s a small price to pay to have had my Mum for 34yrs considering neither of us were meant to survive. Plus I’ve had some amazing adventures considering I’m on medication for life. I also have an extra bit to my stomach and it can cause a lot of pain and weeks of vomiting when aggravated.
The Elder of my society said this is the life of a White Lighter. Someone who was born chosen. The gifted are born chosen as a White Lighter and he said that those that are chosen are not without afflictions themselves. Because we can help those out in the world who are suffering if we ourselves don’t know suffering. So a good way to know if someone is a White Lighter is if they have some debilitating illness, that has been or could be life threatening or changing. You can’t proclaim yourself a White Lighter either, you really are born one and The Council will send someone to find you. It is usually your teacher. I met my teacher by a swimming pool on my last day of a holiday in Australia. I was flying back to NZ that day. It was so weird how it happened. She came to New Zealand a year later to find me and taught me what I needed to know and then left and I never saw her again. I don’t even know if she is still alive. She was an amazing woman. Her name was Pauline Braddon. Very gifted Psychic and has worked in some of the biggest Scientific Experiences involving the God Phone for a University in the US. She also worked with a very famous American Treasure Hunter using Metaphysical Dowsing to find treasure. Successfully too. I’ve tried to find her online but haven’t had any luck. She would be in her 80s now.
I met my husband in 1999 as a pen friends really. Then I met him in real life in 2001. It was love at first sight. We have been together 16 years now. I gave up my business, my home, my life, family, everything to be with him in the UK. He was the one who encouraged me to start doing readings. I put my Beauty Therapy business on hold to see how it would work out back in 2001 and I have been doing readings ever since. I’ve done readings for some really interesting people from all over the world.
I love music, I love most types of music except Opera and yodeling lol I love Hip Hop and Rap but none of this modern rubbish. I’m old School. I like Daft Punk to George Benson, Sam Cooke to Hot Chip, Reggae to Iron Maiden, Sex Pistols etc…
I love cooking and baking, My husband said it’s what made him fall in love with me, when I cooked for him the first time lol I love to bake too.I also have written my boys some short stories. And I’ve been writing poetry since I was a kid. I’m waiting for my husband to illustrate my stories. He is an Artist. He is employed as a Senior 3D Artist and he makes mostly Xbox and PlayStation games but he also has extensive experience in making IOS games and has made some lovely independent games for Smart Phones and IPads etc… But he also has degrees from Uni in Graphic Design, he too hated the BS that came through being a Graphic Designer and got himself some books on Photoshop and taught himself 3D. Got a job as an artist for a company called Codemasters and the rest is history. He also paints and does photography too. He is as dramatic as an Artist too. Oh God, it’s like living with Van Gogh and Ru Paul in the one skin. But my husband is a beautiful man. He works hard and he is so intelligent. I have to admit, I am a self-confessed Nerd Lover and my husband is a Nerd. He loves Physics of any sort, be it Meta, Quantum or Astro, he is big into astronomy and Quantum Theory, he loves Art History and mathematics. He can do Maths I can’t even spell lol He has been so patient with me with my illness since I had the boys.
I started this Blog because I couldn’t sit and watch these TV Psychics and Mediums spreading such nonsense about Spirit and The Dead and leading people on with it all. I figured if one person read what I had to say and thought ‘Oh…so that’s how it is, I won’t be afraid now’ then the blog has done what I set out for it to do. I want people to know it’s okay to want to learn about this stuff and it’s okay to be frightened but there is no need to be afraid because Spirit ARE just us, only dead. The relationship you can have with the dead is such an incredible privileged. If people see them as former people and not as Ghouls and Ghosts, the dynamic would completely transform every thing around us. But I’m not a Polka Dot dress wearing, scarf in my hair, comfortable heel wearing middles aged psychic. I don’t even own a comfortable suit lol I have tattoos and piercings in my ears and tongue. I’m not a Rock Chick, I’m not a Moody Goth, I have my own style. I’m just me. Any leather I owned wouldn’t be in the form of a trench coat and rocker boots lol
I don’t find jokes funny. But I laugh constantly. My husband and big brothers John and David are the funniest people I know. They are so natural at it. My best friend is funny too. I honestly don’t laugh at jokes. It is the stupid things I find funny. Especially Mascots running and falling down. I can laugh so hard it hurts. I don’t know what it is.
I love doing what I do and I will help anyone who needs it. It’s why I keep asking if anyone has any questions. Anything your thinking or wanting to know that can open up a discussion is a good thing. Too many people like me charge money for asking a question. I hate that. I only charge for readings. But often if you have a question it will be something someone else is thinking too so please, ask away. And if you have any ideas for a Post, let me know. I just want people to know the truth. But I won’t beat around the bush. I am honest, frank and sometimes even blunt. But it’s the truth and it is done with 100% love, respect and truth. And Spirit are all about love and Truth. My goal is to have everyone have the type of relationship I have with Spirit,. I know it’s a big ask but imagine if you had Spirit there 24 hours a day to help you and offer you advice and guidance? Then you wouldn’t even need a me. Death is only hard for the living.
All I want to do is help people. It doesn’t matter how big or small your questions are, if you have something you want to say, share or discuss, please don’t hesitate to ask it here. And of course, private readings are available.
Have fun reading and welcome to a bit of insight into my world.
Love and Light