Do Sociopaths Outnumber Empaths?

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Although I tend not to agree with the “New Age “stuff” one wise young lady suggested that I may be an “empath” and this fits.

I know several people who fit this category.

One of my issues with “New Age” is it has turned spiritual endeavours into the “Protestant Ethic” of money making: The other, it is populated by people who appear to believe utter “bovine faeces”.

This is a broad generalisation any many do “keep it real”.

I “pick up” on people’s feelings and those of other life forms.

When I was a child my mother threatened to have me put in a mental institution because I couldn’t bear to see anything suffer.

I hid a dog in the local church ( which was always unlocked in those days) so it wouldn’t be shot for breaking into the chicken run.


When I was at primary school we were being taught about Albert Schweitzer and our teacher thought him strange because he was upset by moths being attracted to a flame or light. I am the same! At night I make sure the curtains are completely shut so that the light doesn’t attract moths.

I also do my best not to kill anything.

This includes insects and rodents!


I have just seen a post about cruelty to pigs on Facebook and it has motivated me to re write and eventually re publish my fiction e Book.  I am writing this e Book for me.

I do my best not support the drug companies and the meat industry.

There are many horror stories but I will just tell one.

In 1982 the husband of one of my staff, who was carting stock to the abattoirs, asked me to report that suckie calves were left to die of dehydration and starvation:  I phoned  the RSPCA who called me a liar and a trouble maker: I then put something in writing but this was ignored.

I found out from people that work at the abattoirs or visit same that all new borns are left to die this way.

And to my knowledge this still happens.

A friend of my that used to work there told me earlier this century that the drug companies ask for this ( death by starvation and dehydration!) And my podiatrist told me that hormones build up in the tissues when they die this way and the drug companies harvest these.

In the seventies I was in Animal lib: Greenpeace:  and later Trees For Life. I was also in Women’s lib.

Women’s lib has gone to ridiculous extremes:

Animal Lib: Greenpeace and Trees For Life are just impotent bureaucracies: Animals still have no rights: And money is still more important than ecology.

And homo sapiens are way beyond plague proportions.


I haven’t put any clairvoyant stories in my blog of late: this is because I believe it unethical to relate peoples reading—but amazing stuff still happens.

The stories that I can tell are in my non fiction E Book and because I am with Amazon KDP I am legally not allowed to put them anywhere digitally.

I still haven’t the slightest idea about the meaning of life: The closest I can ascertain is that time is a dimension and linear time an illusion?

It doesn’t explain all the cruelty.

Blessed be.

Enjoy your day on this beautiful planet.


The Ramblings of an Old Person



When I was young, after hearing old people go on about the good old days, I promised myself that I would not do this when I was old:  AND I AM NOT!

So much has improved in my life time:

Women now have equal rights and no longer take their status from their husband: (well not everywhere.)

Children have rights and are no longer meant to be “seen and not heard”:

Non-Caucasian races have rights and status:

Non-heterosexual relationships are accepted:

There is religious tolerance: (well not everywhere)

More people care about the ecology of our beautiful planet:

And more people care about non-human life forms:

More people care about trees:


I am starting to realize how old I am and that what younger generations see as history was a current event for me. e.g. I remember the moon landing – I was nine months pregnant.

The good thing about my childhood in South Australia in the 50s and 60s was that the population of Australia went from 9 million to 12 million.

Living in the suburbs in S A was like living in a country town.

I caught the train by myself from Salisbury (which in those days was a quiet country town and not the suburb from hell as it is now) to Gwen Mackey’s ballet school (which was near the Adelaide railway station) from age 8 until age 12. The reason I stopped was that I was sick of exams. Exams at school and exams at ballet!

(The following may sound like I am bragging but I had no self-esteem nor self-confidence because of a life time of abuse, starting when I was a baby, from the person that gave birth to me.)

In primary school I was always near the top of the class: My friend who I still keep in touch with (although she now lives in Canada) always came top. I came second in grade six but the other years I would usually be about  6th. We had large classes often sixty children in a class.

In the nineteen sixties children were allocated (from primary school) to an high school or a technical school after sitting an I Q test.

Then in high school we were designated into classes A B C or D

I was in “A” class and the girls in “A” class studied Latin instead of “Domestic Arts” (Home Economics)

In fourth year high school, I was made a school prefect.

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I worked with computers that were the size of wardrobes in refrigerated rooms.

I worked on a switch board typing telegrams that were dictated to me.

I operated a telex that transmitted the news to radio and tv stations around Australia.

And there is more  😛

but fortunately I wont bore you with it.


I have confidence in the younger generation and  believe some of them will help heal our beautiful planet.

A friend now deceased used to say “There are always : The good: The bad: and the indifferent.” It is so true!

Blessed be

Enjoy your day


I have included some of my personal history in this E book which I hope to have printed: It explains how I know that I am really communicating with people that are no longer in this reality or this part of linear time. ( I don’t claim to understand the nature of reality) Check it out. You are able to read a sample for free.



Why Are We Here?



I haven’t the foggiest idea but you may understand why I chose that as a title, later.

If I were paranoid I would think that there was a conspiracy by humans to destroy the planet as quickly as possible!

The drought in South Africa should be a wakeup call that humans are beyond plague proportions and wasteful of the planets resources. Why don’t we change?

Most people have thier sewage pumped out to sea. When I was a child I asked about this and was told that it evaporates and comes back to us as rain. How much does?


Trees are chopped down for housing development: farming; mining: etc.

People chopped down tress because the leaves fall on there lawn or concrete. Because they claim the roots are destroying the plumbing; the branches are touching the roof of the house. Or – trees are a fire hazard! No arsonists are a fire hazard!


Humans kill other life forms because they can.

Insects and retiles because they don’t like them.

Mice and rats because they are vermin?

And where I live Corellas because they are noisy: Humans have destroyed most of the trees these birds can eat so they will soon be extinct.

We take the homes and food sources from all other life forms so eventually almost all other life forms will be extinct.


Humans run wildlife over for fun.

Humans factory farm and mass slaughter livestock: When I comment about this I am told “That is why we grow them!”

So why are humans grown?

We experiment on animals and when I have commented on this I am told it helps find cures for humans (who are apparently the only species that matter?)

In 1982 the husband of one of my staff who was carting stock to the abattoirs asked me to report that suckie calves were left to die of dehydration starvation: I reported this to the RSPCA who called me a trouble maker and a liar.

To my knowledge this still happens:

I was told that all new borns are left to die this way: And a friend who worked at the abattoirs told  me that the drug companies ask for this: My podiatrist told me that  hormones build in the tissue when they die this way and the drug companies harvest them.



I question whether we are actually indigenous to this planet?

I theorized in one of my non fiction books that we were genetically engineered by E T’s using orangutan and pig DNA  and grown in a bovine’s womb. Some one said that there was a reference to us being genetically engineered in Mayan writings but I have never found this.


Enjoy your day on this beautiful planet

Blessed be


I googled Amazon and my non fiction eBook on my iPad and noticed that there were ads for “on line” readings under this!

These are not with me!

This is misleading advertising

Not happy.

A couple of people have commented that Amazon don’t accept PayPal:

Before more businesses accepted PayPal I would buy a visa card (from the supermarket or P.O.) to use on line. I am sure most people think of this option.

If you click above my not so recent photo ( once you are at this web page) you will be able to read a sample of the book for free:





An Healing Meditation


We did the following meditation at a group that I attended ( at Kent Town SA ) in the early eighties: many would laugh saying it was silly:

But I found it healing:

Get comfortable:

Breathe deeply and slowly and relax:

(Either record the following or just say it.)

“Thankyou hair and scalp I love you:

Thankyou skin I love you:

Thankyou bones and skeletal system I love you:
Thankyou spine I love you:

Thankyou brain and nervous system I love you:

Thankyou eyes, optic nerve and visual system I love you:
Thankyou ears and auditory system I love you:

Thankyou nose and nasal passages I love you:

Thankyou lips, tongue, teeth, gums and throat I love you:

Thankyou neck and shoulders I love you:

Thankyou arms, hands and fingers I love you:

Thankyou lungs, bronchi and respiratory system I love you:

Thankyou heart and circulatory system I love you:

Thankyou immune system I love you:

Thankyou endocrine system I love you:

Thankyou glandular system I love you:

Thankyou lymphatic system I love you

Thankyou digestive and eliminatory system I love you:

Thankyou stomach I love you:

Thankyou hips and thighs I love you:

Thankyou legs feet and toes I love you:

Every system and every organ of my multidimensional being is structurally functionally perfect and loved.”

Breathe deeply and slowly: sit in silence for as long as you wish  then stand up and stretch.



This chakra balance and cleansing is different.

I start from the crown chakra whereas others start from the base.



Chakra Cleansing

Bring a beam of white light down through your crown chakra – ( violet – above your head- 5cm in diameter – spinning) – As the white light swirls through each chakra it cleanses it making each colour brighter. Check each chakra for cords. Unplug cords:  seal your end with white light.

Take the beam of light through the following chakras.

Check each for cords. Unpug cords: seal with white light.

Third eye – middle of forehead – indigo

Throat – floating above voice box – blue

Heart – middle of chest – green

Solar plexus – 3 cm above the navel – yellow

Sexual – above pubic hair – orange

Base – at base of spine – red

Take the white light to the soles of your feet -2 minor chakras – then into the earth. Bring a broad band of white light back up over your head. It then divides into two and fountains back into the earth.

Repeat the fountain  if you wish but no more than five times.

Blessed be:

Click on “Look Inside” above my not so recent photo and you can read the introduction to the book  for free.



Past Lives

Last century: in the 1980’s and early 1990’s my friends and myself were fascinated by past lives.

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 that I got in 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 present incarnation 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 or time anything is possible.

I have done numerous past life regression. I am only sharing a few.

When a friend of mine took me back to a past life(in the early eighties this time space). I was walking toward a well in a cobblestone courtyard. (Probably the 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?)

A Reiki master (not so common back then) took me to a past life. I was an English aristocrat in India. What I remember the most about this person who was supposedly me was the way he thought. He was “so far up himself his feet stuck out!” Anyone who wasn’t English upper class was worthless and irrelevant. I said to the Reiki master “I don’t think like this!?”

He was mountain climbing and someone slipped. The Reiki master asked me to “ask” who this was in my present life and it was my daughter.

This aristocrat also raped one of the peasant women.

I experienced another past life when I did an exchange of service for someone. This someone balanced my chakras in exchange for a “reading”

When we got to my solar plexus chakra I told him that the problem was a past life. He told me to go there!

This was the most lucid past life I had ever experienced.

I was black; very tall and performing human sacrifices in Egypt. People that I told the story to have told me that they didn’t have human sacrifices in Egypt and my reply was/is “Yes they did! I was there!”

The sword that I used look something like a Turkish sword but not quite the same.

I killed myself with the sword in this Egyptian life because I hated what I did.


Most of the past lives I have regressed to have been male: but I was aparently a courtesan in France: When I became too old for this lifestyle I became a nun.

I was also an Australian Aboriginal elder (female) – before white man came here. A very  wise and a powerful healer.

In 1991 a male friend regressed me and “tuned in”. I saw my self wearing a white skull cap and said I was a cardinal. My friend reminded me that cardinals wear red. The pope wears white. I was told my name but it was my given name, not the one I chose as pope. I checked encyclopaedias but couldn’t find me: And because I didn’t write the regression down I have since forgotten the name. Would have been good to have the internet and Google back then.

I have a book by Peter Ramster called: “A Search for Reincarnation.” I do not know if it is still in print. Peter Ramster is a psychologist who regressed some of his clients to find the cause of a problem and on several occasions they went to another life: From there he deliberately regressed people to past lives: An interesting read.

Blessed be



“This above all: to thine own self be true,” Shakespeare Hamlet Act 1, scene 3, 78–82

    Ma’Kheru –The Word of Truth

Being true to ones self is much more than just being honest.

This Shakespeare quote is how I try to live my life.

Our culture operates on the assumption that people are honest and truthful yet this often isn’t so.

On a “white lie” level; how often do people say what they think the other person wants to hear or lie to get attention and make themselves feel important.

Lying; cheating; stealing and scams are rampant.

On the other hand one could argue that telling the truth is not always kind?

I feel so strongly about telling the truth as I believe it to be that even if I accidentally lie I feel guilty.

What I write I believe either to be true or possible. I am not “into” “absolute ideologies” so I acknowledge this is only my opinion.

In my lifetime society’s attitude to clairvoyance and associated philosophy’s has improved along with attitudes to minority groups such as women; different races; sexual preference; etc. Although there are still many “out there” who consider clairvoyance to be a con at best and evil at worst.

People are free to believe as they choose and I have no desire to alter people’s beliefs or opinions.

I do not require other’s to believe as I do to make it true.

The clairvoyants that I know (including myself) are genuine and honest and coming from integrity. I am very aware that there are charlatans who are more interested in making money than helping people. How prevalent this is, is difficult to ascertain.

I was made aware of a scam last century where people who went for a reading were told that a “hex” had been put on them and were charged $2,000 to remove same. Similar scams still happen.

The way to avoid being conned is to trust ones “gut”!

To quote or maybe paraphrase Dr. Deepak Chopra: “We should always trust our “gut”. Every cell in our bodies has neuropeptides which means every cell thinks. It is better to trust your “gut” because it hasn’t learned to doubt what it thinks.”


I am able to see & communicate with people that have died as well as other discarnate beings. I know that my clairvoyant ability is genuine because I was extremely sceptical in the nineteen seventies when I first participated in Spiritualist psychic development groups. I made sure that I was being honest with myself so that I knew I was really “seeing”

 I have had numerous experiences to confirm that I am truly communicating with beings who are no longer in this reality.

When I “see” (clairvoyance); “hear” (clairaudience) or” feel”  (clairsensience) It flashes in a fraction of a second.  The spiritualists would train us to remember what we saw by putting items on a tray. Covering same with a tea towel; removing the towel for a fraction of a second and then cover the items again. We had to see how many items we could remember and describe.

Knowing that I have helped someone by proving that their loved one is genuinely communicating is my greatest reward although I don’t refuse the money.  😛

Every one is clairvoyant. Because our culture teaches that clairvoyance doesn’t exist these abilities atrophy.


Blessed be















Even though I have been “seeing dead people” for forty years ( probably longer) it is still a thrill when I get clear communication from these people!

I tend to share the same old stories on my blog because I do not wish to break client confidentiality by sharing someone’s “reading”.

I was talking about my Dad recently so will share a couple of stories (again)


Dad died 27th May 2004.

On the first Father’s Day after Dad’s death I took my Mother and a friend of hers, Mavis (now also deceased) to the local cemetery to visit their husband’s graves. Afterwards I brought them back to my home for scones and tea. Mum made remarks that Dad was with us. And I could see him also. When I “see” it flashes for a fraction of a second. Then the image has gone same with words and concepts. They are just a quick flash .

After driving my Mother and Mavis back to their respective homes and returning to mine I concentrated on my Father.

It was quite possible that I imagined seeing Dad. Wishful thinking. So I asked that he prove that it was/is him by showing me something that I didn’t know.

He showed me an umbrella stand that I knew he had made It had several umbrellas on it; one with a bird’s head handle.

I telephoned my Mother and asked if they ever had an umbrella with a bird’s head handle. She said that they had “But what is he going on about this for?!” I also asked if Dad had made the umbrella stand and she said that he had: Repeating “What is he going on about this for?! We left all that in England?

March this year I thought that my Dad was around but (again) wondered if it was just wishful thinking! So I suggested to him that he contact someone else as confirmation. A couple of weeks later I received a message via Facebook messages.


“Hi Kate, just wondering if it’s your dads birthday or anniversary or something ???????????????? He’s popped into my head for about 4 days in a row, he was looking in your front door giving a little wave with a smile. Weird , at odd times and I wasn’t even trying, busy doing things and there he was. Thought I’d wait to see if I got a message for you but nothing today, he looked happy and as I said he was smiling………..hope this makes your day x”      END QUOTE



The following is for my E Book:

I have started a “sequel” to my e book. I am calling the sequel “Kunapipi in Lemuria”: I write because I love it but it would be nice to have someone purchase my eBook (A Short Story About Healing The Blue Planet): It is the cost of a small coffee.

I get excellent response from my blogs: The reason I stopped “comments” was because of ONE, persistent, nasty person!

With my eBook I console myself by thinking it will probably be popular when I am dead!   Neither Monty Python nor Star Trek were liked by the masses in my day.   (P.S. plan to include sex and violence in my new book  — that should help 😛 )

Normally I would not appreciate anyone pitying me but in this instance SOME ONE please take pity on me and buy my first E Book.

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Blessed be