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I write a blog called 'A Clairvoyant's Diary' over on Substack. Please do join me over there if you would like an insight into the world through a clairvoyant's eyes. Below you will find a sneak peak of each post to give you a flavour of what I write about.
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A Healing Tincture
Alongside Presence and Simplicity, another saving grace for life as a sensitive bean is Gratitude and Prayer.
Gratitude for me is a ritual of thankfulness not just for the big stuff, but for the little stuff, and mostly, for the bits and bobs of life that I take for granted.
Prayer for me is a ceremony in quiet reverence to a greater force I will never fully comprehend, where I offer supplications for healing, peace, balance, change.
I know that gratitude works because I feel it working. I know that prayer works because I see it working.
Gratitude for me is a ritual of thankfulness not just for the big stuff, but for the little stuff, and mostly, for the bits and bobs of life that I take for granted.
Prayer for me is a ceremony in quiet reverence to a greater force I will never fully comprehend, where I offer supplications for healing, peace, balance, change.
I know that gratitude works because I feel it working. I know that prayer works because I see it working.
The Simplest of Things
I’m a sensitive little bean. Always have been. By the time I hit 25 I was already on my third existential crisis. Life just seemed so bewildering, so difficult. I couldn’t get my head round any of its brutality or injustice, and I felt everything.
The rose frequency
I have always loved roses, (is there anyone who doesn’t?). They are so incredibly beautiful, so charming, and so beguiling in their pristine beauty. They captivate the observer over and over again, whether found wild on the roadside or perfectly manicured in a vase on the mantelpiece.
A spirit boy
A spirit boy visited me once. An awesome being of light that entered my conscious awareness one day to make his presence known. He told me his name, showed me who he wanted his papa to be, and explained that he very much wanted to join us earthside. My love for him was instant, the connection profound, and an overwhelming happiness flooded every one of my senses at the prospect of welcoming him in.
But it wasn’t to be.
But it wasn’t to be.
A spirit meadow
It’s not just human beans I check in on after they have died, I also check in on the beautiful little fur beans of this world. I don’t do this very often, but when I do it is always a revelation. This is what I have seen:
"I'm not dead"
“I’m not dead!”
These were the first words I heard when I checked in on someone I knew after they had died. (Something I like to do to see how my friends are faring in the life beyond, and to make sure all is well with them.) A staunch atheist when living, this particular chum had been particularly vocal about his belief that all mediums were charlatans, that there was no ‘afterlife’, and that anything suggesting otherwise was stuff and nonsense. Though he liked me, he was wary of the work I did and thought that, somewhere along the line, I had been taken for a ride and duped.
These were the first words I heard when I checked in on someone I knew after they had died. (Something I like to do to see how my friends are faring in the life beyond, and to make sure all is well with them.) A staunch atheist when living, this particular chum had been particularly vocal about his belief that all mediums were charlatans, that there was no ‘afterlife’, and that anything suggesting otherwise was stuff and nonsense. Though he liked me, he was wary of the work I did and thought that, somewhere along the line, I had been taken for a ride and duped.
A gift of beauty
Papa bear has forgotten a lot of things. How to open an envelope, how to use a pen, how to open a door. The little things the rest of us take for granted are a mystery to the synapses in his brain. I imagine the signals that once ran in an orderly fashion, knowing exactly where to go and what impulse to trigger, now wander lost, with only scant memory of the important role they once held.
Today, he forgot how to use a toilet.
Today, he forgot how to use a toilet.
A cloud of butterflies
Stepping into the Akash this week I was greeted by a cloud of blue butterflies.
I smiled instantly, surrounded as I was by such delicateness, such beauty, such gentleness and ethereal presence. I felt immense light and immense power. We think of power in this realm as being brute force, but these winged beings were more powerful than a thousand armies. Their frequency was pure, and they brought the mighty force of Divine connection and transformation.
I smiled instantly, surrounded as I was by such delicateness, such beauty, such gentleness and ethereal presence. I felt immense light and immense power. We think of power in this realm as being brute force, but these winged beings were more powerful than a thousand armies. Their frequency was pure, and they brought the mighty force of Divine connection and transformation.
Thank you for being here, beautiful
I’m trying to be telepathic with my dog.
I know it’s possible, because I know we are incredible beings, and we already communicate mind-to-mind all the time without even realising. And I know I can do it ~ I’ve had moments of communication ~ but a continuous parley back and forth with this pooch is not forthcoming as yet.
I know it’s possible, because I know we are incredible beings, and we already communicate mind-to-mind all the time without even realising. And I know I can do it ~ I’ve had moments of communication ~ but a continuous parley back and forth with this pooch is not forthcoming as yet.
The Moon House
Little sis knows a lot more than I do about planetary conjunctions and their shenanigans, so whenever I pick up on an energy in my readings that is affecting us human beans as a collective, she’s my go to for the intel.
‘What’s the moon house doing at the mo?’ I will ask.
Rolling her eyes at my invented astrological terminology, she lets me in on all the comings and goings of eclipse window this and mercury retrograde that. And nine times out of ten, what I’m getting in my reading matches the astrological report she delivers.
‘What’s the moon house doing at the mo?’ I will ask.
Rolling her eyes at my invented astrological terminology, she lets me in on all the comings and goings of eclipse window this and mercury retrograde that. And nine times out of ten, what I’m getting in my reading matches the astrological report she delivers.
Superhumans
One of my favourite things about journeying into the Akashic field is being able to observe past lives, (or concurrent lives if we’re going to be pedantic), and immersing myself for a few moments in times and lives so very different from my own.
My lovely Robin
I'm watching my little robin as he sits on the brown bin. I say 'my' robin. He doesn't belong to me of course, but I have become accustomed to his presence and feel a certain proprietary claim on him. So my robin he is.
Tribal Calling
I didn’t expect to come across the final hours of an ecstatic rave early doors on a Sunday morning, high up in the hills of the ‘shire. The land of Tolkien and hobbits transformed into a pulsating forest dancefloor. The shire folk no doubt hiding away from the deafening beats coming from the oversized speakers.
The warning signs
I slammed on the brakes and stopped in front of him, wide-eyed and frozen. He looked at me in shock, I looked at him in shock. I was half an inch away from him. Had I not being paying attention, he would’ve been under my wheels. He held his hands up in apology (his eyes had been lost to his phone). I held mine up in incredulity. His eyes were wide, face flushed...
Soul remembrance
As the bus rounded the corner and reached the highest point of the hill, a carpet of green with its unmistakeable, snaking muddy river came into view for the first time. The Amazon rainforest. I had dreamed of it for years, and here I was. A visceral reaction blindsided me and I cried solidly, though I didn’t know what I was crying for. I was overcome with its beauty, in absolute awe for sure, but something so much bigger was happening. There was a recognition I couldn’t explain. There was a knowing. A connection. A feeling of home. I had been here before...
The tree that lived
A wisened old Grandpapa tree, a majestic English Sycamore, lived alongside the ancient ruins of Hadrian’s Wall in the north of England for over a century. Battered by wind and rain and scorched by the sun, he gifted shelter and beauty to the many that passed by. Countless travellers would sit with him, finding a moment of solitude and connection to their own English heritage. He enjoyed their company, marvelled in all the changes he saw as each generation drew close, and was held tightly in the hearts of many...
Even with the fire raging, you are not helpless
Like many in recent days, my quiet thoughts have turned to those affected by the fires raging across the lands of Los Angeles in North America. In moments of stillness, I offer up silent prayers to a Higher Force for resolution, healing, and Divine presence; for a softening of winds, cooler temperatures, and water for all...
We are sound
Many, many moons ago, I went to see the musical ‘South Pacific’. It’s so long ago I couldn’t tell you a thing about it now; not where I saw it, who I was with, or even what the show is about. Not a scooby doo I’m afraid. The only exception is one striking snapshot of memory. A 3-minute memory so vivid I could tell you every detail, down to the cotton thread of the trouser hem...
Calling in the Light, Light, Light
A poorly bean of late, I turned as I always do to the not-so-conventional healing therapies of meditation and the spoken word to set me back on the road to recovery. When I find myself in sickness, words and visualisations are a powerful part of my healing arsenal, alongside the standard fare of nutrition, supplements, and an elderberry tipple from my herbal apothecary. More than the power of herbs was needed in this instant though...
The 'Oracle card' in Oracle Card Goddess
Oracle cards are the modern version of a divinatory tool that humans have used for time immemorial. Where our ancestors divined the world through bones and stars, I divine through cards and words. They are an indispensable companion for the seekers of the worlds beyond worlds, the seekers of magic...
The 'Goddess' in Oracle Card Goddess
Because my clairvoyant work is so inextricably linked with who I am, any brand name needs to match the me that does this work. And the name I chose when I rebranded a few years ago was ‘Oracle Card Goddess’. OCG for short. I say chose, but it chose me. The name change was necessary because I, and the work I did, had changed so much, but I had been at sea searching for a new one until the day the She, the Goddess, paid a visit...
I am God
“I am God.”
I say that a lot in my work, in my meditations, and in my supplications.
I say it alongside other favourites, such as: “I am Light”, “I am love”, and “I am Goddess”.
I say it because words are sound, sound is power, and the ‘I AM’ sound is the most powerful of all...
I say that a lot in my work, in my meditations, and in my supplications.
I say it alongside other favourites, such as: “I am Light”, “I am love”, and “I am Goddess”.
I say it because words are sound, sound is power, and the ‘I AM’ sound is the most powerful of all...
Come, sit by the fire
One thing I love about readings is how often deeper knowledge comes through that makes my heart lift, and I gasp at the wonders I am being shown. As if I am entering a secret doorway into a world of realities far, far beyond the material realm; a spiritual universe that sits alongside the physical...
Open the door, and you will see
A ‘Clairvoyant’s’ diary is a misnomer. An untruth at its core. A heading that should be replaced with: A ‘Normal Person’s’ diary, because in truth, we’re all clairvoyant. Clairvoyance is a natural ability that we all have, because we are all ethereal spirit beings having a material human experience...
No spiritual gubbins today, sunshine
As a clairvoyant, I would love to be able to say that I see and feel the presence of spirit around me at all times. That I sense those from the higher dimensions walking alongside me all day every day, from the first morning stretch to the last nocturnal yawn. But it isn’t like that...
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