Right now the days are rushing by. I turn around and they are gone. Sitting with my cat tonight I smiled at the way she moves through time. She knows it doesn’t exsist. So she never get stressed.
My cat has taught me a lot. We have regular chats. That’s one of the things I love about being intuitive. I can use my psychic senses to tune in to her thoughts. Mostly her thoughts are ‘feed me’ or ‘sleep’ or ‘hunt’. On one level she is the instinctual animal we all are. But she also has very clear views about the nature of time, in that it doesn’t exsist, and about making sure that she rests enough. Because she says her best ideas come when she is relaxing. I have to say I find some of her conversations really intriguing. Her consciousness connects to other dimensions where most of her life is lived. I guess what she is saying is that she has a Spirit part to her too. One that can cross dimensions and time.
I know that’s why she wants me to understand that time can’t ever rule us. I also understand that she would like all of us to recognise that there is always enough time for everything. So that it’s perfectly ok to spend half a human day dreaming away. Because, as I am sure she would tell you, dreams are where we live too. They are the space where we can try on different lives for a while. Have different experiences. I certainly know when I’ve had a dream adventure. My cat would say I needed to break out of my human habit for a while. There are times when I know she is right about that. What my cat also shares with me is her comfort. She is here to help me find some peace. I know after a hectic day her presence is very soothing.
Right now she is purring gently beside me. Half asleep, she is keeping an eye on me. Making sure that I remove the energy of today before I head off to rest. It’s a precious gift to share my life with someone so devoted to my peace.
My plants have been calling me. Gardening is a low on my priority list at the moment. Today I needed to answer that call. And get myself firmly on the ground again.
It’s been a hectic month. With still one more energy upgrade to come in. I’m waiting for the inner shift that I know will happen when the wave peaks. So I’m trying my best to float along with all of the events. Giving myself time to process what has already happened. And the space to let the opportunities come in. I’m also being realistic about delays. I’ve spent a chunk of the weekend working with a great designer to complete the proofing of my book. Yet it’s been very slow. One solution after another has led to a fresh issue. We have been messaging back and forward. Uploading. Downloading. And uploading once more. It could have been very stressed. Except I wandered into gardening.
What a relief! For me and the plants. Most of the plants are in pots as I only have one flower bed. But they were all asking for a good tidy up. Weeds needed encouraging to go away. Old growth had to be stripped back. The bench needed moving so it could catch the afternoon sun. As I worked away the gnomes were also delighted to see me gardening. They put up with my random forays into their domain. So long as I move things according to their advice. Or do what they consider is necessary. Because they like a bit of wildness in the garden. So I have a corner just for them. And my pots are tidy for me. After spending a quiet but energetic hour gardening I felt much better. My connection to Mother Earth was restored. I could feel the Earth again beneath my feet.
Being intuitive affects my whole life. But I also have to make sure that it’s a balance. Spending time gardening is a form of self-care. To make sure I live in both my worlds – the intuitive and the material. Is it time to make time for your plants?
What an interesting day. It’s been time to start the circle once again. With the surprise that it was much easier than I thought.
I do love how everything falls into place if I let it. If I trust in the flow of energy I surprise myself with the way it all works out. Eleven years ago I went to Colne, a small town in Lancashire, to begin my journey into mediumship. Although I had no interest in being a medium in public I was fascinated by the contact I was haveing with the Spirit people. So I set off on an interesting, frustrating, challenging and life changing journey. I had no idea how much change there would be. So, not too many years later, when I found myself on the platform at Keighley Spiritualist church it was quite a surprise. It’s the oldest Spiritualist church in the UK. The mother church. The place I had said was the top of my mediumship wish list.
This is my last year of public mediumship for a while. My new book is almost here and I am being asked by my Guides to write more books. So how lovely to give the first public reading from my book at the Writers Circle in Colne. And to round off the evening doing the mediumship at Keighley once more. Although I am bringing one area of my work to a close I feel that the new beginning I’m stepping into will start a wonderful new circle of my life. What a surprise to get to here from there. I am excited to see where this next circle will take me to in eleven years. Certainly not where I might think I would be. This time I’m allowing that the circle will contain lots of fresh experiences to surprise, stretch, push and pull me to a new level.
I can see from the completion of this current circle that my life is so much better for my mediumship experiences. So I am letting myself be free to go in whichever direction I’m sent as a writer. And I’m hopeful that I will love reviewing this new circle from that distant viewpoint.
I had a conversation about death today. It might seem slightly odd to start my blog that way, as my life is full of conversations about death. However, this one was about the way that the Spirit approaches death.
Being human is about being born and then dying. The span in between is life. Forgive me for stating the obvious but I feel we often forget that an ending is inevitable. And when our loved ones pass to the Spirit World we are bereft. Because of our love for them. But what about death when there has been a short span of life? Or hardly any living involved? Is it the same as a death when life has been long, full, fulfilled? What does the Spirit inside every one of us think or feel about passing out of this physical body? And can that help us to understand the process of living and dying any better?
Good questions, I thought, when it came up today. So I remembered the discussion I had with my Guides about death. From a Spirit point of view I came into this physical body with agreed start and end dates. I also sorted out the life experiences I wanted to try and a whole range of options to choose from. I did this to make the most of the time I had agreed to spend here. Because I understood that my life as a human was a visit. My consciousness would continue to exsist (and had been there before) long after I, the human, passed away. To the Spirit every life, however brief or long, is an experience that promotes growth. Since each life is different the I that is my Spirit has an opportunity to try all sorts of different things.
So each time I have another death I am really going back to my former, Spirit, life. I’m taking my place back in the eternity of existence that my Spirit experiences.
The I that is the Spirit me hasn’t ended. Instead I have a whole new set of experiences to think about, understand and contribute to the community I live with. Our Group Soul. Those other Spirits who are also busy being born and dying alongside of me. Every person I meet in my human life is part of that greater community. I believe that we have agreed to connect with one another here in a physical existence so that we can all understand what it’s like to live with love that is conditional. And to return to the place where love is unconditional as wiser Spirits who value love more highly than before.
That helps me to understand that death is something my Spirit looks forward to. And no matter how much life I have experienced my Spirit values every single moment. Just as my Spirit values every single moment of life that has been given to all of those other Spirit/Humans who have shared my life. In the end, my Spirit welcomes death as the completion of an adventure. A journey ended. Knowledge obtained and to be taken back to share. I love the idea of returning to contribute experiences and discuss them. To think up new questions to be answered by the next life’s experiences. My Spirit embraces the planning of the new life. Of setting the length of time.
In fact, my Spirit sees dying as a natural move forward. Even if my human me doesn’t quite get that yet. It’s time for me to appreciate that death is just another one of those experiences I came here to try.
I love the muddle of my days. Coincidentally I had space and time to listen when someone needed it. It’s the Universe taking a hand in things.
I looked up the dictionary definition of coincidence – a remarkable concurrence of events without apparent causal connection – to remind myself. Because sometimes what has been planned turns into something quite different. But it turns out to be exactly right. I know that things just seem to happen together in exactly the right way. Yet I often take that rearrangement of my day in my stride. Today however I noticed that coincidentally several people who needed support ended up getting it without me, or them, trying to arrange it. I appreciate the Universe setting up the space at the right time for me to be able to listen. It did involve juggling a few things around. And shifting the priority items around. But it was worth it.
Coincidentally what was discussed echoed themes that are happening in my life right now, or had in the recent past. I also know that the same themes are flowing through other people’s lives too. It’s a time of great changes and life altering decisions. During these times it’s easy to get off balance. To imagine the worst possible outcomes. Or find myself paralysed with indecision. That’s when the Universe seems to take a hand in getting me unstuck. By pointing me at the people who can offer another point of view. Or share a bit of insight. Those people who will support me as I wobble forward and get on with getting myself on solid ground again. To be able to return the favour today was really great.
If it seems, coincidentally, that you get into a conversation with someone who needs a space to work things out do what I do. Listen to what they say. Notice how it resonates with your experiences. Respond with compassion. And remember that help give is always returned.
Daddy’s girl! My Dad has been in the Spirit World ten years today. There are lots of days when I don’t immediately remember that he and Mum are gone.
But at some moment in every day I notice that they aren’t around. It’s like a sort of ‘oh, yes’ in my head when I am on the point of picking up the phone to call them with my problems. Because that’s what I really notice now. There is no back up. I don’t have them as a sounding board when I’m in my stressy head moments. I miss their wisdom. Even if I didn’t always agree with it. It was hard for me to be a Daddy’s girl and then to have to join the tribe of women. Underneath I feel I was always trying to impress my Dad. Even when I needed the influence of my Mum and other women. I do know I pushed hard against my Mum. And equally hard against my Dad. That’s what teenagers do.
As I made that transition from child to adult they gave me space to do it. And were there to help me pick up the pieces afterwards. Yet for the last ten years I have no memories of my Dad. We didn’t have time to make any new ones. He hasn’t seen my child grow up. Or been able to influence her life by his presence. I so wish she could have shared some of the magic I had as Daddy’s girl. Because I am sure she would have become a grandad’s girl too. There is sadness when I think of the missed memories. Yet I also know that he has another life now. He is in the Spirit World with my Mum. They both keep an eye on me and help me when they can. That’s a comfort.
Not quiet as good as being able to sit round the table with them down here. But something Is always better than nothing. I’ll still be Daddy’s girl no matter how old I get. So I’m looking forward to that time, when I eventually return to the Spirit World, were we can make more memories together. Love you Dad ❤️
This evening I’ve been to a local UFO group. It’s an interesting subject and one where validating experiences is important. Because it’s very easy to be a sceptic about flying saucers.
One of the things that I discovered for myself, as I developed my connections to Spirits and Energy Beings, was the disbelief of other people. It was hard enough for me to make sense of what was happening. Doubly so when the people I talked to denied that I could be having those experiences. There were a few people who did help though. The ones who listened to my stories. And revealed that they had experienced similar things. They were validating, for me, what I had been going through. That was very important for me. Because it encouraged me to continue trying to communicate. In the end, I found my way to the people who openly accepted my experiences as real when I stepped inside a Spiritualist church. And I never looked back.
Tonight I was able to listen to other people share their personal experiences and to be part of the group validating what was being said. In this case it was about experiences of contact with Beings from other planets. One of the interesting things was that this subject affects many more people than is currently said. It’s as if the people being contacted haven’t quite found their voices yet. So these stories aren’t part of the mainstream discussion about our world and our experiences. And that’s the problem. Whilst the few who speak about what has happened to them have to deal with a tidal wave of disbelief others are not encouraged to follow suit. They are silenced. They can’t get help in validating their experiences. In fact they may end up feeling very alone, isolated and scared.
I want to share the information about the Todmorden UFO group that meets at the Golden Lion on the third Tuesday of every month. It’s a way of encouraging you to share your experiences. Or to go along to a similar group and find out more about the experiences others are having. After all, one day we may need to welcome Energy Beings into our lives more fully. Either through intuition or because we have actually met them.
I’ve been adding things up today. All sorts of bits and bobs. Snippets of work. Ideas and inspirations. Trying to get a sense of the big picture.
Sometimes I know I can’t see the wood for the trees. I see each task or choice and lose sight of the overall plan. It’s the same with my spiritual world as it is in my material world. So I sat down at my desk today with a list of tasks I wanted to complete. Steps in my book project, information to share about the Centre, bills to check and pay. Plus the healing and tarot appointments that were booked in. By 2pm I was fighting a lost battle. I was finding it hard adding up all the remaining things I still had to do and fitting them into the time I had left. Perhaps it was as well that I had an exercise session booked in. Because part of my commitment to my wellbeing is to make sure I do enough physical exercise.
Whilst I was doing the exercises I had to change my focus. To concentrate only on the movements. That meant that I could shift away from all that adding up and step back. Because taking that step away let my subconscious mind work on the themes I am experiencing right now. The wood, so to speak. In the end I finished my session bursting with fresh insight. Understanding that what was adding up in front of me was a whole heap of fears. Fears that have been trying to distract me from moving forward. Therefore I had no chance of seeing the wood. I could only stare at the tree in front of me and wonder, helplessly, what I could do to shift past it.
As I listed the fears that had been working all morning I understood how powerful they can still be. Adding to them was pointless. So was ignoring them. Or denying that I felt any fear at all.
Of course I knew what to do. I’d done it many times before. I needed to speak them out loud. And ask myself ‘what’s the worst that can happen’. Taking each task, choice or idea, one by one, I worked through what if. That most powerful of thought experiments. Because it also allowed me to visualise success as well as failure. To see that some of my imaginings were much worse that the worst that could actually happen. And to allow myself the feeling of trust. Each fear was me saying I didn’t trust me. Adding to the confusion between heart and head. Nibbling away at my confidence in myself. Adding to a general feeling of being lost or stuck.
Speaking my fear gave me a chance to hear it outside my head. As a result I could challenge what I was thinking. I could remind myself of all the things that had already happened in my life that were much worse that these fears. In regaining my perspective the trees blended into a whole forest. I could see the way through and the many paths I could use. It’s sometimes surprising how things begin adding up once I face my fears. How the Universe answers in kind. If I am fearful it will send some more fear as it assumes that’s what I want. Because that is what my energy is living. Yet if I am hopeful the Universe will send things that bring hope. Once again, because I am living hopefully.
Tonight I’m back looking at the big picture. It’s made up of all sorts of bits and bobs that are adding up to a wonderful new beginning for me. I’m looking forward to my journey because I know, if ever I get lost in fear again, I will be able to find my way through anything.
Sometimes I feel like I’m leaping into darkness. I can’t see what’s ahead and my shadow side is doing it’s best to hold me back. That’s when I have to make the biggest effort to stay on track.
For most of this year I have been navigating my life blind. My usual sense of knowing exactly what I’m doing and where I’m going has been off line. That’s because it’s a year of big shifts, personally, globally and energetically. I’m not the only person confused, waiting and wondering ‘what next?’. As the year has gone on I’ve found myself shifting in all aspects of my life as the changes work their way through. But I’ve also noticed that whenever I’ve been leaping into the unknown my uncertainty has almost stopped me moving ahead. It’s really important for me to understand that habit. If I let it carry on into my future choices I could end up leaping – but not far enough or well enough.
That’s why I’m working hard to understand my fears. The parts of me that quake my way through change rather than striding confidently forward. I know I’m a bit of a control freak still. Change is something I’m only slowly getting comfortable with. But I have to help myself enjoy change when it happens because then I’m much more likely to make the best choices for me. And that’s the problem with my shadow side. When it gets in the way I don’t do the best for myself. Leaping forward turns into a jump backwards. As I acknowledge my fears it doesn’t remove them completely. But it makes it easier for me to ignore that ego prompt to stay in the same habits. Standing steady is my answer. I remind myself that I’m in charge, not the fear. And I remind myself of the many times I’ve leapt and succeeded.
That’s the point. Knowing that the leap will be over at some point. That I will be back on solid ground. And that everything will turn out well. Is it time to trust yourself enough to take a leap out of your comfort zone too?
The sun is shining. I’m glad. It’s my pleasure to be conducting a handfasting this afternoon. How wonderful to be part of the process of making a commitment.
I always enjoy representing the Spirit World. One of the ways they ask me to serve is to be the speaker at wedding, handfasting or commitment ceremonies. When two people decide that they want to share a life together in the energy of love the Spirit World rejoices. Because they have found the true way to connect to one another. I know that making any commitment represents the underlying energy of love. Loving myself and others enough to make a pledge of some sort. An agreement. A bargain. And I also know that it’s not a step taken lightly. I struggle when I break a promise. That’s why I try to make only those I am sure I can keep. However, I’m also a realist enough to know that love is conditional on the Earth plane. And some promises do get broken.
It’s how I handle the broken promises that matters. And how I make myself better in keeping to my commitments. That’s why the tradition of handfasting arose as a commitment that could be entered into for a defined period of time. After that period the couple could end the vow or choose to continue for another spell. I’m always delighted if a couple know they want to enter a permanent handfasting. It means I am working with people who value the love they share and have reached a place of total certainty. Because life is unpredictable. So I know it takes a lot to pledge to something for the rest of your life in spite of ups and downs.
This afternoon as I wind and tie the cord to bind them the energy of that commitment will echo up to the Spirit World. Where their loved ones will be celebrating the love too. And I will be reminding myself to commit to loving me more too. So that I can make that loving commitment out into the wider world ❤️