(Except for the lady whose reading I have postponed twice — yours is still free )

Thankyou to everyone who has given me feedback — I have confidence in myself and my ability again.

Email readings are half price:

(I realise covid19 is causing people financial hardship)


I am able to accept overseas clients

I send you an invoice via PayPal

These are genuine clairvoyant readings hence I require a photo of you

as I am reading you and anyone who has passed over around you.

Gift vouchers are available.

I use runes for divination and will include a photo of the runes that I picked for you

Send a recent photograph of yourself to

This art work was done for me by an amazing clairvoyant and author Chris Parmenter

Blessed Be

and be kind to non humans

I took this photograph last century on Kangaroo Island


I wasn’t aware of the concept EMPATH until this century

—with the exception of Deanna Troi in Star Trek next gen —

but it fits me:

it is one of the reasons I don’t socialize:

the other is of course my anxiety disorder:

Sometimes some people’s energies make me feel physically ill:

it is when they are being malicious and not necessarily to me:

I have to get up and leave.

Being an empath may have contributed to my not wanting to eat meat even as a child.

I would have nightmares of being an animal in a slaughter house and trying to tell the other animals to try and get away.

We read a book when I was in in primary school (1950s) about an heifer that escaped and made it to the outback of Australia (Obviously a satire on the meat industry)

I have googled but all I have found is books with religious connotations or breeding cattle.

I thought it was called “The Little Red Heifer” — so long ago I cannot remember the author.

if any one knows of this let me know.


or –my lastest “fad”

 oel ngati kameie    “I See you” created by Paul Frommer for the movie Avatar


I am writing this to psycho analyse myself and hopefully snap out of it.

I know that if a panic attack sets in it will be a day and an half before I calm down.

I also know that there are others who will identify to some degree.

I was born just before midnight on the nineteenth of February 1949 in Billinge Hospital Wigan.

My Mother had wanted a boy and couldn’t have more children after my birth, hence she never liked me.

 I turned three on board the SS Strathnaver on the way to South Australia.

She never liked me but I always loved her.

 When I was a child I thought that she was the most beautiful and the cleverest person I knew.

I suffered sixty three years of physical and mental abuse abuse from the person that is supposed to love you when no one else does.

Admittedly this century her physical abuse was limited to slapping me across the face when she felt like it.

I have flash backs to when I was in my cot so know the abuse started when I was a baby

I had no idea her behaviour wasn’t normal when I was young.

I had no siblings nor extended family and when I was young, no television.

When I was in my twenties I thought I was a bad mother because I didn’t scream at my children and bash them.

 My mother was my role model.

With my first child my mother’s advice was:

“When she cries put her in her cot; shut the door and let her cry herself to sleep.”

I did not follow this advice.

I did not know to hug children;

give positive reinforcement

or play with them.

Mother’s physical abuse was scary but the mental abuse did more damage:

Her frequent statement:-

“After all the pain and suffering I went through giving birth to you: you are useless a failure a disappointment: neither use nor ornament.”

Has been well and truly inculcated:

So I have no self-confidence or feeling of self-worth.

I criticize myself in everything I do because this is what my mother did.

If I feel I have done something that doesn’t conform to the norm I just start crying and going into a panic attack.

I know it is because of my programming but stopping it is not easy.              

I have studied psychology for teaching nursing and developmental disabilities.

I am aware that the suggested way to stop a panic attack is:

Five things you can see

Five things you can hear

Five things you can smell

Five things you can touch

This sometimes works for me.

I waited 8 months before making a decision about the medical system and I know it is the right one for me

 but am border line panic attack worrying about other people’s reactions.

The success of any drug or treatment partly depends on Placebo effect:

And I don’t trust western medicine.

(It has nothing to do with Covid )

With apologies to all the good doctors and nurses.

I don’t trust the medical system for several reasons:

I have suffered several medical and surgical mistakes:

 Two friends have died because of medical mistakes:

When I was doing regular clairvoyant  readings in a local shop I read for people whose family members had died of medical or surgical mistakes including an overdose on anaesthetic for a simple procedure.

I don’t like the way the system is set up:

It is controlled by drug  companies.

One of the reasons for the “Inquisition” and accusing people of worshipping the devil was to get rid of the women herbalists and replace them with male doctors.

Doctors are taught Freudian psychology

Using a test sample of 12 middle class Jewish women Freud deducted that all women are neurotic and have penis envy.

My previous doctor; who is one of the truly good doctors; told me that people can sense people who have been abused; hence they attract abusers.

I tell some of the abuse in my ”Clairvoyant Experience of a Sceptic” but was shaking trying to write it and omitted many stories  because I didn’t want to think about them – also know it was badly written.

I include one of the stories in my  fiction sci fi short story.


The picture is from 2003

I was 53 mother 82 and Dad 81

Mother looks like a lovely person: no wonder people believed her attention seeking lies.

When Dad was alive I noticed mother would make up stories about how horrible my Dad was to her:

She claimed he was cruel and abusive: he wasn’t

She claimed he slept around with other women – not so

She claimed he was gay —

you may think “So what!”

but in my mothers day gay men would be certified insane and put in a mental institution. (this stopped in 1955)

She also made up stories about how horrible I was – some I heard about:

for some I just was abused for being horrible to my mother.

Dad was a man of principals and integrity but was not allowed to pay any attention to me or mother would have an hysterical screaming fit.

My daughter wrote this when Dad died

Dear Granddad, we miss you very much. You were so full of wisdom and always had a smile on your face. You took people for who they were and never had a bad word to say about anyone. You were the rock of our family, steady and strong. You taught us so much, and we are all better people for having known and loved you. You will always be in our hearts and memories. Love you forever your Granddaughter Kerry.”

I know a story should have a conclusion

I could conclude by saying some of things often said to me:

Get over it!

 You must have deserved it!

 Its your karma!

But seriously

I have survived and am happy.

 I turn positive affirmations into a song which I use to stop myself wallowing in resentment.

I follow my Dad’s advice of:

Count your blessings

And I have many



as I love this movie

 oel ngati kameie    “I See you” created by Paul Frommer for the movie Avatar


I thought I would ask other clairvoyants for their opinion

A friend who died 15 years ago came through this morning and wanted me to tell her sister that she is with her.

Because of severe and chronic pain hindering my clairvoyance  I thus far have been unable to get enough info to prove who she is to her sister:

Or on how to contact her sister.

I have no idea how to contact her sister but may be able to make enquiries:

I also know that her sister is an atheist

and certainly doesn’t believe we survive death.

When I was much younger I “saw” people who had passed over with my eyes open (very distracting)

And on more than one occasion was asked to pass on a message:

The first time that I tried to pass on a message the lady was thrilled:
the  second time

 I was abused and accused of harassment.

If I was feeling ok – I would definitely try

but the pain drain drains what little self confidence I have

and I just don’t know if I should even try?

If it were you would you try even though you don’t have enough info?




This blog is basically the reincarnation blog edited.

I deleted the television documentary — it is on YouTube if you wish to watch it.

As you can see this is an old book of mine:

Australian psychologist and hypnotherapist, Peter Ramster created a television documentary in 1983 He also wrote a book that was published in 1980 Called “The Truth About Reincarnation” where he regresses subjects to past lives for which  he is able to check details.

I have experienced many past life regressions am only going to share the first one and a funny one:

The first past life regression that I experienced was at a psychic group at Kent Town SA. (I think it was 1980)

Instead of a guided meditation the man running this group took us back to our very last life.

Only four of us achieved this and everyone else complained that it was supposed to be a meditation.

I wrote mine down in an exercise book as soon as I got home.  I kept this book for years but it disappeared last century when my 2nd husband moved out. Pity!

I still remember much of the information from this regression.

I was an American Marine in Borneo either during or just after the Second World War. At the time I had no idea the war went to Borneo. I checked all the information that I could in the library. I also didn’t like the “Yanks” back then so had no desire to be one. I have since visited the USA and know how friendly and welcoming Americans are.

I died when the b12 I was in (I was the gunner not the pilot) was shot down. This sensation of spinning downwards to my death was brought back to me in this life when a pilot friend took me up in a Victor (two seater aeroplane)  cut the motors and spun the plane downwards without warning me. (He was trying to show off.)

 I was 19; male and the middle child of three boys. My name was Harold. I saw my home but not my parents. 

As I was born this life in February 1949 I would have come straight back after I died. But knowing that I do not understand the nature of reality and accepting that time doesn’t really exist anything is possible.

A friend of mine took me to a past life.

I was walking toward a well in a cobblestone courtyard.

Guessing Middle ages?

As soon as I appeared everyone else scattered.

Immediately I came back to waking reality and couldn’t stop laughing.

I said “I don’t know who I was but they didn’t like me.” (I may have been a leper?)

I have used the following “meditation” with my Wiccan groups

and my psychic development groups

Like clairvoyance you will find that pictures flash in and it isn’t usually a continuous flow of information:

try it .

Blessed be

and be kind to non humans


My Daughter took this photo a couple of years ago — i live near here 😀

I am relogging this to remind me

from Facebook and Peanuts

In the early 1970s I believed we created our own reality

Over the years I have doubted this

Or at least thought there are many variables effecting this

I listened to the teachings of the late Louise Hay and Wayne Dyer

I don’t agree with everything they said

And Wayne Dyer annoyed me more than once

When he ridiculed a lady that had a cold who was kind enough to drive him around

And when he said not to blame problems on your mother

I took this advice

 until I saw a really good psychology ( rare breed) who told me that my mother was to blame for my


From “What The Bleep”

The reason I am writing this is

I asked my” guide?” why I wasn’t healing

Reiki treatments  make me feel better but a day later I am  back to being in so much pain death would be preferable

My guide told me that it is because I keep saying and thinking about how bad my health issues are

So instead of letting the pain and “poor me” get all my attention

I say or sing  affirmations;

 if able  march up and down:

I also go outside and hug a tree

It is helping



I managed to download videos that I previously couldn’t download but they don’t show up in my blogs in “reader”

try this ?


This is the beach at the end of “my” road

Having found a way to down load videos that I was previously unable to down load I am re blogging this post

Ha ha the video doesn’t show in reader –so try this

`The clairvoyant Experiences of a Sceptic is not a literary masterpiece

but a true story.

I dont know the meaning of life:

In my search for meaning I just found more questions

nor understand the nature of reality:

I do know physical death is not the end.

And time not as we perceive it to be

And there are so many amazing stories omitted so as not to break client confidentiality.

The second part I wrote as therapy and had not intended to include.

It wasn’t included in the original l publication

( I started shaking when I tried to write about the abuse so it is badly written and a great deal omitted)



The late Riley dog and friends

The clairvoyant Experiences of a Sceptic is not a literary masterpiece

but a true story.

I dont know the meaning of life:

nor understand the nature of reality:

I do know physical death is not the end.

And there are so many amazing stories omitted so as not to break client confidentiality.

The second part I wrote as therapy and had not intended to include.

It wasn’t included in the original l publication

( I started shaking when I tried to write about the abuse so it is badly written and a great deal omitted)

I made another video that wouldn’t download so trying this

Enjoy your weekend


saving our planet

If ‘”they” spent as much on educating people re saving the ecology (including shooting atomic waste  into the sun) as they are spending on the pandemic — there may be a chance of stopping all life from becoming extinct

(THEY being the multinational gods that rule the world)

I wrote this short story as a satire on population growth

Like to think of it as sympathetic magic