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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.
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