Blessings & Blossoms

Creative Play 11

This is another piece of work I’ve created in the Creative Play workshop I’m doing on-line.

I was really, really drawn to use a piece of digital art I created a while back, photos of three doors in Alsancak, an old village where I live, superimposed over each other (mind, body, spirit). Then I opened a post from a friend, Deborah Weber, Temenos of the Blessing Light, with the words from Rumi and knew I had to use them in the picture.

I was going to just use the pic and words, but then I saw the image of an ancient statue in the National Museum of The Republic of Tuva on the Facebook page of my friend and wonderful artist, Ажыкмаа Ажыкмаа. She has a close connection with the Tuvan culture and was happy for me to use her photo. I felt that this figure stands as a prescient force to advise that new doors are opening, with new challenges and, if you choose to step through those doors, this figure will accompany you as a protective force.

What I’ve found with this course is that it’s opened spiritual doors for me, to re-connect with the Divinity which is my guiding light in creating art. I’ve actually had a bit of a break from creating digital art as I felt it was getting mechanical, but the above image reflects the fact that my connection with the Divine has been recharged.

At the same time, I’ve had the opportunity to pass on a couple of messages from the world of Spirit to a couple of people, as if my mediumship has opened up again too.  I’m not a trained medium but I do occasionally get messages from those in different dimensions: I get a sort of electrical buzzing in my right ear, the world around me fades away and noises recede, and then I get words as I’m clairaudient. Over the years, I’ve learned to use the precise words I hear as they always have a particular meaning for the recipient of these messages.



Be Brave, Bodacious, Brilliant, Brazen, Bold – Be You!

Passion 1

This post was inspired by reading an interview with a woman who left her husband when she was 40’ish because she wanted to follow a spiritual path and, according to the interview, she said he didn’t.  Now you might say, good on her, and yes, follow your own path by all means.

But I’m rather interested in this whole idea of spirituality.  Because her husband is a world-famous musician who has created music over many decades which has thrilled millions of music lovers around the world. Isn’t that being spiritual – following your calling?

I’m fascinated by crystals, Reiki, digital art, healing and Tarot. At one time I rather quite fancied the idea of being dressed in white, drifting around and looking spiritual and quiet and self-contained (a bit like the aspirations of Elizabeth Gilbert in Eat, Pray, Love), but the truth is I talk. I communicate. I write. And while I like my quiet moments and am happy to be on my own, I am mouthy and gregarious.

On the other hand, my husband loved being a dogman on high-rise buildings, is a great gardener and has a real magnetism for animals.

We are very different but I happen to think that the way we live is spiritual because we are embracing what we’re meant to be.  In astrology, I have nine air signs which means I definitely am an airhead.  I also have Neptune right next to my Ascendant, Libra, and my sun, Libra, which also means I’m off the planet, love psychic matters, can tune into people and feel their emotions, and I’m hugely sensitive.

My husband, on the other hand, has nine fire signs and his idea of purgatory would be to sit in front of a computer all day. He has to be active, on the go, planting flowers, digging, walking, living up to all his fire signs. But he’s honest, kind to strangers and animals, he helps people whenever he can, because he’s a Leo and they’re a generous, loyal, warm-hearted and passionate.

And that’s why I think being spiritual is being true to yourself.  If you’re born to create music, go be a musician. Think of Eric Clapton (not the musician in my comment above, by the way) who knew early on his ‘teens that he was meant to be a musician.  If you love cooking, then cook, and you don’t have to be a Jamie Oliver, you can just enjoy pottering in your kitchen. If you love looking after kids, do that. If being at home makes you happy, stay at home. If you want to work, then work (but for god’s sake do something that keeps you happy and healthy). If you don’t like crowds, feel free to avoid them without any guilt. If you’re a nerd, enjoy being a nerd. Do what makes your heart and soul sing because that, to me, is being spiritual – living who you’re meant to be, not someone else’s ideal of what makes a spiritual life.

I’ll wind up by saying I really loathe that word that is flung around so much these days: “Awesome”. Everything’s “awesome” or you have to be “awesome” or a child is “awesome” or whatever.  No, you don’t have to be awesome. You can be fearless by being plain old ordinary you (because that’s what most of us are) and enjoy your life because you’re happy as you are. Don’t buy into the whole shtick of being dissatisfied with your self,  just get on doing what makes you happy.

Be happy.

Embrace love.

Do what you love.

Spend time with your kids.

Embrace your loved one.

Spread kisses far and wide.


Because that’s what makes the world go round from day to day!

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Beyond the Veil


If there’s one thing that’s certain in life, it is that one day we will do a perish/pop our clogs/turn up our toes/push up the daisies – in other words, we will die and leave this world to move through the veil to another dimension.

Some of you may roll your eyes at the idea of another dimension – feel free, my husband does it all the time and we have amicably agreed to differ.

But for some reason and for some time I have felt an inner voice urging me to write about my own confirmation of life after death. Normally I’d write this on my book blog but I’ve lost the domain name to that for some reason and I’ll have to sort it out next week after my brief trip to the UK.

Below is a summary of episodes which prove to me that we don’t just vanish when we die – we live on although how we live is a complete mystery to me. I have read various accounts by different people of the after-life and they all vary. So I shall just stick to “The Mystery” because that’s all I can offer except what has happened to me over the years.


The first event for me was when my little dog, Chloe, was run over by a bus and killed on a Friday night. I was grief-stricken and felt a part of my heart had been wrenched away The Saturday night afterwards I had a dream of her walking away from me in a golden light. She turned to look back at me with love and compassion on her face, as if to say a final goodbye and a voice said: “She came to teach you unconditional love. Her work is now done and she needs to move on.” Then Chloe turned and kept walking away. Cue for me to think I was barking mad (‘scuse the pun) as nothing like that had happened to me before.

Trying to make some sense of Chloe’s early death, I came across a psychic/medium at a mind/body/spirit show that weekend who repeated not only that my dog had come to to teach me unconditional love, but the woman described how Chloe would jump down the steps to our bedroom and sit on the bed beside me as I read in bed. She told me my little dog was present in spirit which made me very nervous as I’d never heard of a dead dog hanging around before!


Next up was in Queensland when I was getting a massage from Joy, my friend’s daughter. She suddenly said: “You know someone who has lost a child.”  To which I replied, “No, I don’t.” Undeterred,  Joy said “I’m being told you do and there’s a message for her. I have an older woman in spirit with a young child. The child passed over very young, and it’s taken an older form for this message. The lady has white hair in a bun and her favourite flowers are white – gardenia and jasmine. Please tell the mother that her child is fine and is being looked after by her grandmother.”

Well, to be very honest, I thought Joy was right off her rocker – until a few weeks later I went out for dinner with a neighbour I’d just met (we had only just moved to Queensland and didn’t know many people).  This lady told me she’d had a row with her husband, a subsequent miscarriage and carried great guilt at the loss of her child. I was quite gobsmacked by this as it fit the message Joy gave me. I dithered for a few days about saying anything but, in the end I met up with the mother and passed on the message. She went absolutely white, sat down and said: “That’s my mother you’re describing exactly.”  She was greatly relieved by the message and I, I have to say, found it quite extraordinary at the roundabout way a message had been passed on by the spirit world, not least confirmation that the child in question had died before taking a fully-formed human shape.


Later on, I taught myself the Tarot and developed some mediumistic ability.  I’m not trained and it’s quite haphazard how messages from the spirit world come through – I get a buzzing in my ears, it drowns out the world around me as if I’m in a bubble and I get a message for the person involved. The first time I was at a mind/body/spirit fair when a woman walked past me, stopped, turned to look at me and then rushed over for a reading.  She looked a bit taken aback and said she felt as if she’d been stopped in her tracks and pushed towards me.

I told her the reading involved one of her children and she looked at me in a bit of a weird way, saying: “I do have two children.” And then I felt compelled to ask if she’d lost a child and she said she had, and I said it was this child who wanted to contact her. I might add that that was an enormous surprise to me as I’d never done anything like this previously. It turned out that the daughter’s death had been particularly tragic – I won’t go into details to respect the privacy of her mother – but she wanted to tell her mother as the 10th anniversary of her death approached that it was time to leave the past behind and move on to the next part of her life. The woman then told me she was thinking of moving into a new relationship but had been held back by memories of her daughter’s death. Her face looked much lighter and she was profoundly grateful for the contact from the spirit world.

In subsequent readings I got more messages from the world of spirit, probably about a dozen instances, and I learned to say exactly what I heard because, while it was meaningless to me, for those who received the messages, the wording made complete sense and really meant a lot to those who received them. One particular Tarot reading was very frustrating for me and the person having the reading as the cards and messages I was hearing made no sense to her: until she realised it was all for her ex-fiancee and suddenly everything fell into place – a message for the man from his father that he could not have helped in any way prevent his father’s death. The lady having the reading knew that this would be an enormous reassurance and release a lot of guilt for her ex-fiance.

MY MOTHER-IN-LAW’S MESSAGE (Luckily I liked Hilda!)

Another time, when we had returned to Australia after living in the UK from 2012-14, we were walking through Fremantle when my husband suddenly said: “Look, Tarot readings, you like readings, go and have one.”  I was dead surprised because my husband isn’t into the Tarot at all, but thought it would be interesting to see what happened. My mother-in-law, recently deceased, turned up. She said she’d given Bryan a mental push to get me to have a reading as she knew he wouldn’t.  She wanted to apologise for stuffing up her will and making life very difficult for my husband in the wake of her death. There was other personal information which involved a third party so I won’t go into any more detail.


As for myself, one  Sunday I suddenly found myself compelled to visit a spiritualist church in Morwell, Victoria, close to where I was living. It was quite weird as I had no intention of going but an hour before the session I got a feeling of tremendous pressure to attend. At the end, the reader turned to me and said a spirit being had come through for me. All that was told to me  made sense, particularly the reference to September being a hard time for me as that’s when my mum died and I buried her on my birthday. I thought it was my mother, of course, but the reader said no, the person in spirit was telling me she’d given me a blue pendant for my birthday, just after I arrived in Australia. It took a bit of thought but then I realised it was my aunt who had sent me a beautiful pendant with a bright blue stone in the centre which I still have today. This was very emotional for me as my aunt had been like my older sister.

At the same spiritualist church, I wasn’t present when a reader asked if anyone knew a “Maureen”. My friend was there and didn’t take any notice until her friend poked her and said: “That’s Mo, her full name is Maureen.” This time a message came to me from my father, apologising for his treatment of me when he was alive and offering me a huge, spiritual bouquet of roses. My friend was delighted to pass on this message to me. She’s a medium herself and she and her friend  had felt a “father” energy around the reader but took some time to make the connection to me.

And finally, involving me again, I had a stall at a function at the Morwell spiritualist church just before we moved to New South Wales. I was bored witless as very few people were turning up, so I wandered over to a guy the other side, who’d shared interesting information with me earlier, and asked for a reading or whatever he did. To my utter surprise he said my parents had turned up – I’d never really been bothered about hearing anything from them after their death. The medium didn’t want any feedback from me except “yes” and “no”. And what he said turned my view of my parent’s marriage upside down. I’d always believed that my parents were completely wrapped up in each other and I’d felt on the outer in our family group (I’m an only child).

The first thing he said was that my parents weren’t together in the spirit world, they’d gone to different groupings. My mother was saying she’d never loved my father and I can tell you, I gaped at the reader. He went on to say she was pressured into marriage with my father by her parents who wanted financial stability for her. She, on the other hand, had wanted to stay single and independent, and set up her own business. She succumbed to pressure and felt even more frustrated and hemmed in when I had been born. Years before, when I had an astrological report done, the astrologer asked if my mother was particularly independent and unusual, and at the time I’d said no, but the reading gave me greater insight into a secret world my mother had kept entirely to herself all her life.

My father also came through and the medium said he felt Dad was doing a life review. He said I’d never known my mother properly as she had a killer temper which she only showed to him and not to me. Having realised how frustrated my mum was with her life, I could understand her flaring up from time to time. But actually what used to get right up my mother’s nose was Dad’s stinginess – she told him once that after she died he’d probably snap freeze her body until he found a bargain in coffins!

My father also said he’d been let down by all the people he’d loved and was lonely in the spirit world. He’d been glad when my mother finally died (a prolonged death from lung cancer) as he thought life would get better, but it hadn’t. I might point out that my father had had alcohol problems through his life, and had plunged into the depths of alcoholism after my mum died, his own choice. Interestingly, he seemed quite unaware of this, and even after death was quite absorbed in self-pity and the view that he’d been handed a bum deal in life when, in fact, his arrogance and bullying had marred his relationships with others in his lifetime.

The clincher for me was, though, when the reader said my mother had mentioned a possible divorce when I was a teenager. I remembered that my mum had suddenly said one evening: “What would you think if we got a divorce?”  I thought they were joking and laughingly said I’d bang their heads together. It was never mentioned again but it sort of hovered in the back of my mind like a bit of a mystery. I had in fact not given it any real thought for years, and hadn’t even mentioned it to my husband. So it was interesting to get confirmation of the genuineness of the messages from my parents in such a distinct way.

Why I have had the urge to put this all into print is also a mystery to me. I know I’ve felt the pressure to get all this down so perhaps it’s of help to someone out there in the big, wide world. If the above does help someone, well, I’ve done my job. And if provides food for thought for others of you, well, I guess I’ve also done my job!

Buddha Cat