I am having to cancel my Word Press “Premium” because of my financial situation 😦
May as well include a video while a can.
This is me with my son after I broke my arm: this way you can see me and I am not just words on a page.
Last century before the GST I paid more tax per fortnight than I get for my pension now.
But now all my savings are gone and I am no longer well enough to work. 😦
I never imagined that I would go back to wondering how I was going to afford food in my old age.
In the early years of my first marriage we were really struggling.
My husband frequently fought with his various bosses and quit:
There was no social security or “Centrelink’ in those days.
I had had to give up a government job, working with computers- that were the size of wardrobes- in refrigerated rooms: because married women were not allowed to hold government jobs. So I sold “Avon” door to door and worked as a drink waitress in a pub in the evening.
When the laws about married women working for the government changed I worked for the PMG taking telegrams over the phone and also operating the telex.
I worked for the weather bureau at Townsville (North Queensland) airport.
In the mid 1970’s I attended teachers college as a mature student because when Gough Whitlam was PM uni was free.
I dropped out in my last six months with only two units to go because my husband’s brother had given us his boys to look after and hubby as usual had a fight with his boss and quit.
I took a job with the intellectually disabled, wishing to work as unqualified staff but they put me in nursing: Years later the “powers that be” realised that people with an intellectual disability were not sick: so didn’t need a nurse: We were required to go to uni and get a diploma or degree in “Developmental Disabilities”
(Prior to this I had taken a position at a general hospital to study general nursing. I returned to working with disabilities.)
For a short while I had a job that I loved and was so rewarding:
When I worked with the intellectually disabled and before the budget cuts stopped everything. I designed and taught communications skill for people with aphasia.
If you “Google” aphasia, it says that people with aphasia do not understand.
I assure you that they have receptive language.
I was hired to design behaviour modification programs and skills training but my “boss” told me that I could have a project of my choice as well. I chose communication because the philosophy of the establishment where I worked said that the residents had autonomy.
How can one have autonomy if one cannot communicate?
I taught those that were able to use signing “Makaton” now called “Key Word Sign”.
I also taught the staff “signing”.
I went on an holiday for a fortnight and a university student took over some of my projects.
He taught the staff in one villa to sign the “Play School” song.
“There’s a bear in there and people with games” etc. When they signed “Open wide: Come inside!” the signs were “R” rated. (I will leave it to your imagination)!
Suffice to say from then on, I could not hear the “Playschool” song without laughing.
I will not bore you with more of my employment history:
I worked for 46 years and would still be working if I were well enough.
Now for the ads 😛
Maybe I can earn enough to continue the “Premium” plan: buy food, petrol and pay the mortgage and bills?
Thankyou to everyone who has given me positive feedback on my email readings: This is almost every email reading that I have done thus far (except one)
I truly appreciate the feedback.
I have been doing reading since the late 1970s
My Dad was a Spiritualist and I was trained by a lovely Spiritualist lady and brilliant clairvoyant; Stella Darwood:
I am genuine and I “see” and communicate with those we term “passed over”
I always ask that they prove who they are by “showing” me something – my clairvoyance is clearer than my clairaudience, so visuals are better.
Everything flashes in a fraction of a second; so with your own clairvoyance be aware of this and don’t dismiss “flashes’
I love doing readings or more accurately communicating with those who have “passed over”
Even though I have been doing this for 41 years I am still thrilled when I get clear accurate info from those no longer in this “reality”
If you would like a reading and or communicate with some one who has died Send a recent photo of yourself to email@example.com or firstname.lastname@example.org
Even though it is an email reading I am still able to communicate with those no longer in this reality.
I believe the reason is that time and space are not as we perceive them.
I am sometimes able to connect with pets that have passed:
As I “see” better than “hear” I am able to get “proof of who the “pet” is.
I use runes for divination.
Readings are $60 Australian — because I am using PayPal I am able to accept payment for overseas readings.
Herewith the link to my non fiction book.
I am not making any money out of this: My royalties are supposedly $1.46 and I have sold quite a few but for 2 years in a row I have received just over $4 for the year. Amazon take tax and other fees. (Amazon pay monthly if I earn over $100 in royalties for the month: Be nice to be selling that many)
It is an interesting read and a true story (and only a short story).
and be kind to non human life forms