I Like Sceptics

.sceptic noun

a person inclined to question or doubt accepted opinions.

cynic

noun

a person who believes that people are motivated purely by self-interest rather than acting for honourable or unselfish reasons.

I like sceptics but not cynics: cynics are as fascist about their opinion as a religious person is about theirs.

More than forty years ago I was a sceptic I have had experiences that have convinced me of the validity of surviving death and clairvoyance.

I have written blogs about when I first started developing my clairvoyance and how I was determined not to believe anything that wasn’t proven to me. “To thine own self be true” etc.

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I much prefer people who don’t make clairvoyant messages “fit”.

I started consciously “seeing” ‘dead’ people etc in the seventies and we were most definitely the lunatic fringe back them: along with people that cared about the environment and animals –I was in Greenpeace ( which actually cared about the ecology back then and Animal liberation — ditto ) And  in Women’s Liberation; Women were still an inferior sub culture with no rights nor status ( one’s status came from ones husband)

I rarely told people about clairvoyance to avoid ridicule.

Clairvoyance and clairaudience flash in a fraction of a second: I read a book in the seventies that stated all realities are in the same place but the electrons are moving at a different speed around the protons and neutrons– hence out of phase. Makes me think that where this communication is coming from is “faster”?

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In the late seventies I was working 12 hour shifts; I turned up at a barbecue one Saturday night after work and was met by the owner of the house ( whom I had never met before) Who started ridiculing me ( I had previously “seen” and “communicated” with the grandfather of my husbands best friend. Granddad didn’t like this man’s father. And I was shown a wedding. This was all I got and I said so. My husbands friend thought that I knew everything: His father had never married his mother—Definitely taboo in his mothers day. Husbands best friend must have told this story before I arrived at the party. Hence the ridicule: I told my ridiculer his occupation and “picked up his (deceased) Dad.

 The incident that convinced me that clairvoyance was a reality happened at work in the late seventies.  I was washing dishes with a male staff nurse. We didn’t have kitchen hands in those days.  The male nurse that I was working with was 6 ft tall and rather heavy set. He had long blonde hair and dressed “Flower Power” style. A man (deceased) flashed in (when I see or hear things they flash in a fraction of a second) He had Kym’s high forehead and similar features but wore a suit with a crepe ribbon and a cross and had a short back and sides hair cut and dark hair.

I asked Kym if his father was a minister. He asked me why and initially I would not answer. I eventually told him what I saw and Kym told me that it was his uncle. He asked me what denomination his uncle was.

I did not know.

After Kym left the kitchen I asked his uncle what he had died of.  The words were that fast all I could make out was sclerosis. Because we were with the intellectually disabled I thought “tubular sclerosis?” Then I realized it was multiple sclerosis.

 When we were having a tea break Kym told me that his uncle died of multiple sclerosis. I was amazed and said that his uncle had “told” me this!

Kym said “Get more”! I informed him that I couldn’t.

But I saw panama hats and monkeys. I said “He was a missionary in South America” Kym said “Yes”. I then saw masks and a jungle and said he was also a missionary in New Guinea. Kym told me this wasn’t so.  When Kym came to work the next day he said that his mother had confirmed that her brother was a missionary in New Guinea. This showed that I wasn’t just reading Kim’s mind.

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I am not interested in converting people. People are free to believe as they choose as long as “it harms none” I respect peoples right to a belief in god or religion even though I am now an athiest

I had a belief in god but it was a cultural norm when I was a child. I went to Sunday school – actually I taught Sunday school.

Prayers work not because god answers them but because many people are putting out the concept that a certain thing happens.

I accept that I do not understand the nature of reality but work at what I do know.

I had the idea that the best analogy for this reality is that of a virtual reality or more like the “holodeck” from Star Trek – long before the movie “The Matrix” came out.

Question everything

Blessed be

Kate

 

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Clairvoyant Readings

This is taken from my answers to a questionnaire that my youngest grandson gave me a few years ago.

Question:

What has been your most memorable experience when giving a reading to someone?

Answer:

There are of course many: I respect peoples confidentiality when doing a reading. Also I tend not to remember peoples readings: Other clairvoyants say the same. Probably to protect the client and also not to take on other people’s problems.

I will describe three: one very upsetting: one that I was told was wrong to begin with: and a funny one.

Am putting the “funny” one first!!

I was reading for a young lady. Her father was one of the people that came through. He kept showing himself sitting on a long drop toilet: pants around his ankles; reading the paper and smoking. I didn’t feel comfortable “giving this off” !

But he insisted it was a family joke. When I told the girl, she explained that her grandfather had put “kero” down the long drop. Her dad got off the toilet throwing the cigarette butt in and blew up the building!

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I while I was reading for a man in a local shop I picked up a friend of his who died in the Crimean War. The man I was reading for asked if the man had been killed or was he taken and tortured. As they had had to leave him behind. The man had been tortured. I did not feel the physical pain but the emotional horror!

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I read for a lady whose son had died. Off on a tangent – (When this lady first came to me I told her she would have to come back in four months. Her son had only been dead two months the first time she came for a reading. Spiritualists had taught me that people had to be dead six months before they could make contact. This isn’t true. A year later I was reading for someone whose husband came through amazingly clearly. I asked how long he had been “passed over” and was told nine weeks.) Back to the story: One of the things this lady’s son did was point to the head of his grave. She told me that there !

was nothing there! I pointed out to her that I wasn’t to know that her son had been buried. The following day I received a phone call from this lady. She told me that she had gone straight to the grave after her reading. Her son’s girlfriend had put a headstone on the grave saying “His loving Wife” and not mentioned any of the family!

 

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My Dad always told me that you shouldn’t charge for readings He believed it affected ones ability to be genuine.

But I have charged for readings for approximately 35 years. I do not charge very much! Several years ago a clairvoyant friend told me that I should charge $100 because I genuinely communicate with people who have ”passed over” At the time I was charging $30: I now charge $50 and give a pensioners discount! I realised,since way back to the 1970’s that if I charged a fortune, people would think I was an excellent clairvoyant. Because our  culture programs us to think this way.

John Edwards is genuine so I am not criticising people who charge high prices. It just isn’t how I wish to “work”!

A few years ago I finally acknowledged to myself that I was an atheist.

Surviving death has nothing to to with worshipping a god.

I think we just move to an alternate reality.

Blessed be Kate

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I Like Sceptics

.sceptic noun

a person inclined to question or doubt accepted opinions.

synonyms: cynic,doubter, questioner, scoffer

cynic

noun

a person who believes that people are motivated purely by self-interest rather than acting for honourable or unselfish reasons.

I like sceptics but not cynics: Cynics are as fascist about their opinion as a religious person is about theirs.

 

 

More than forty years ago I was a sceptic. I have had experiences that have convinced me of the validity of surviving death

I have written blogs about when I first started developing my clairvoyance and how I was determined not to believe anything that wasn’t proven to me. “To thine own self be true” etc.

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I much prefer people who don’t make clairvoyant messages “fit”.

I started consciously “seeing” ‘dead’ people etc in the seventies and we were most definitely the lunatic fringe back then: along with people that cared about the environment and animals –I was in Greenpeace ( which actually cared about the ecology back then and Animal Liberation — ditto ) And although I had been in Women’s Liberation; Women were still an inferior sub culture with no rights nor status ( one’s status came from ones husband)

I rarely told people about clairvoyance to avoid ridicule:

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In the late seventies I was working 12 hour shifts; I turned up at a barbecue one Saturday night after work and was met by the owner of the house ( whom I had never met before) Who started ridiculing me ( I had previously “seen” and “communicated” with the grandfather of my husbands best friend. Granddad didn’t like this man’s father. And I was shown a wedding. This was all I got and I said so. My husbands friend thought that I knew everything: His father had never married his mother—Definitely taboo in his mothers day. Husbands best friend must have told this story before I arrived at the party. Hence the ridicule: I told my ridiculer his occupation and “picked up his (deceased) Dad. Made my night!

I am not interested in converting people. People are free to believe as they choose as long as “it harms none” I respect peoples right to a belief in god or religion even though I am now an athiest.

I once had a belief in god but it was a cultural norm when I was a child. I went to Sunday school – and I taught Sunday school.

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Prayers work not because god answers them but because many people are putting out the concept that a certain thing happens.

I accept that I do not understand the nature of reality but work at understanding what I do know.

I had the idea that the best analogy for this reality is that of a virtual reality or more like the “holodeck” from Star Trek – long before the movie “The Matrix” came out.

Question everything

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Blessed Be kate

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Surviving Death

People tend to believe that a belief in God and heaven is necessary for a belief in an “afterlife” Surviving death isn’t synonymous with a religious belief. We do not understand the nature of reality.            Well I don’t!  It appears we exist in an alternate reality when we are “not here”! In this reality the electrons are apparently moving at a different speed around the protons and neutrons so it is out of phase. ( This is my very limited understanding of quantum physics)

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I have written this story before. It was the incident that convinced  me that we must survive death because I certainly wasn’t reading Kym’s mind. I have had similar experiences since this one.  This was the first!

In the late 19 70’s. I was a student nurse at Strathmont Centre. I was washing dishes with a male staff nurse. We didn’t have kitchen hands in those days. Kym was 6 ft tall and rather heavy set. He had long blonde hair and dressed “Flower Power” style. A man (deceased) flashed in! (When I see or hear things they flash in a fraction of a second) He had Kym’s high forehead and similar features but wore a suit with a crepe ribbon and a cross and had a short back and sides hair cut and dark hair.

I asked Kym if his father was a minister. He asked me why and initially I would not answer. I eventually told him what I saw and Kym told me that it was his uncle. He asked me what denomination his uncle was.

I did not know.

After Kym left the kitchen I asked his uncle what he had died of. The words were that fast all I could make out was sclerosis. Because we were with the intellectually disabled I thought “tubular sclerosis?” Then I realized it was multiple sclerosis.

When we were having a tea break Kym told me that his uncle died of multiple sclerosis. I was amazed and said that his uncle had “told” me this!

Kym said “Get more”! I informed him that I couldn’t.

But I saw panama hats and monkeys. I said “He was a missionary in South America” Kym said “Yes”. I then saw masks and a jungle and said he was also a missionary in New Guinea. Kym told me this wasn’t so. When Kym came to work the next day he said that his mother had confirmed that her brother had been a missionary in New Guinea. This showed that I wasn’t just reading Kim’s mind

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Blessed Be

Healing ? For Our Beautiful Planet

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I have always been concerned about the planet and other life forms. In my younger days I was ridiculed and criticized for this. Not by thinking people though! When I was in grade seven (1962) we were asked to write an essay on our greatest wish . I wrote that I wished people would care more about the environment than money. The head master wrote “Good girl” on my essay but I was embarrassed and wished I hadn’t written it.!

In the 1970’s as well as being in Women’s Liberation I was in Animal Liberation and Greenpeace and later in Trees for life. Non of these organisations appear to be coming from integrity these days. This is a broad generalisation and I apologise to those involved that really care but it seems to me that these organisations are now populated and run by people who think they are being trendy. Plus they are controlled by ridiculous rules and regulations. – I will give a brief example using Trees for Life – This century we were told to remove all non indigenous species of plant or animal- Strangely enough it didn’t included non indigenous humans? Yet humans, via mining; real estate development; road kill; pest? control; destroy more wild life and flora than cats. (Real estate companies destroy heritage bushland and pay the fines because they make much more that the fines from subdividing the land) – oops back to example –Indigenous creepers were killing native trees and plants: They were not allowed to be removed because they were indigenous. Locally trees were removed because they were not indigenous  to this area (They were indigenous to South Australia?). Leaving no trees at all ?

Anyway; why I am writing this, is that it is my bucket list to help heal the planet!

Although I know that I genuinely communicate with people no longer in this reality I do not believe there is a god Nor do I believe in karma. I studied world religion (as an elective at teachers college) and karma means work. If we wait for what we in the west call karma or god we will not attempt to change things ourselves!

I do what I can in the microcosm and ask those who wish, to please join me in sending healing to our planet. I do believe our thoughts go somewhere; and our intent has power.

Although I “work” as a solitary witch these days, I have trained would be witches and have at least an inkling as to how we create reality. From just a psychological point of view the more people that believe something, the greater the chance of it happening.

I believe that it would be better for the planet and other life forms if there were less humans. I understand the planet could support all humans if things were set up differently but what about the other life forms?

A friend of my youngest granddaughter wrote a paper proposing that zero population growth (for humans) would heal the planet’s ecology but she also noted that it was socially taboo. This just means one child per couple. (Not no children; as some seem to think)

Also the meat industry is set up with factory farming and mass slaughtering because of the huge number of humans to feed.

 

Those of you that wish, please join me in my daily affirmations.

Healing to Mother Earth

Zero population growth for homo sapiens until the planet’s ecology has healed.

( According to Green Peace – in 1970s – humans have already destroyed the planet beyond repair. I choose not to believe this!)

All laboratory animals are free, healthy, happy, fulfilled; laboratory use of animals abolished

All pets are healthy, happy and loved and respected by their humans

I also say the following affirmations but I do not expect others to join me.  My intent is not to put farmers out of a lively hood (My Dad’s family were farmers – the people who own the house next door to me are sheep farmers) – but to create a humane set up.

All live stock are free, healthy, happy, fulfilled; factory farming and the meat industry abolished

Blessed be

 

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  (male of course) : 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.

Thirty years ago I didn’t have the internet to find information: so much easier than the library.

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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 I was “told” my daughter.

This aristocrat also raped one of the peasant women. When I asked who is this woman was in this life– The answer was my first husband?!

I experienced another past life (as a man again?!) 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  have told the story to have said 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 asked who the person that I was murdering/sacrificing is  in my present incarnation; .And was “told” my Mother. ( I don’t see this as a reason for enduring almost 64 years of her physical, emotional and mental abuse this time round — I am joking!)

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

Most of the past lives I have experienced have been male: i have no idea why: But I was a courtesan in France: When I became to old for this lifestyle I became a nun.

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

The last time that I wrote/posted this blog I included a meditation for a past life regression. So if trying this mediation interests you, that blog  was called Past Life Regressions.

 

Blessed Be

The Clairvoyant Experience

 

This is taken from my answers to a questionnaire that my youngest grandson gave me a few years ago.

Question:

What has been your most memorable experience when giving a reading to someone?

Answer:

There are of course many: I respect peoples confidentiality when doing a reading. Also I tend not to remember peoples readings: Other clairvoyants say the same. Probably to protect the client and also not to take on other people’s problems.

I will describe three: one very upsetting: one that I was told was wrong to begin with: and a funny one.

I while I was reading for a man (in Chantilly Place, Goolwa. SA) I picked up a friend of his who died in the Crimean War. The man I was reading for asked if the man had been killed or was he taken and tortured. As they had had to leave him behind. The man had been tortured. I did not feel the physical pain but the emotional horror.

I read for a lady whose son had died. Off on a tangent – (When this lady first came to me I told her she would have to come back in four months. Her son had only died two months ago the first time she came for a reading. Spiritualists had taught me that people had to be dead six months before they could make contact. This isn’t true. A year later I was reading for someone whose husband came through amazingly clearly. I asked how long he had been “passed over” and was told nine weeks.) Back to the story: One of the things this lady’s son did was point to the head of his grave.       She told me that there was nothing there! I pointed out to her that I wasn’t to know that her son had been buried. The following day I received a phone call from this lady. She told me that she had gone straight to the grave after her reading. Her son’s girlfriend had put a headstone on the grave saying “His loving Wife” and not mentioned any of the family!

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I was reading for a young lady. Her father was one of the people that came through. He kept showing himself sitting on a long drop toilet: pants around his ankles; reading the paper and smoking. I didn’t feel comfortable “giving this off” !

But he insisted it was a family joke. When I told the girl, she explained that her grandfather had put “kero” down the long drop. Her dad got off the toilet throwing the cigarette butt in and blew up the building!

dunny

 

My Dad always told me that you shouldn’t charge for readings He believed it affected ones ability to be genuine.

But I have charged for readings for approximately 35 years. I do not charge very much! Several years ago a clairvoyant friend told me that I should charge $100 because I genuinely communicate with people who have ”passed over” At the time I was charging $30:  I now charge $50 and give a pensioners discount! I have realised since way back to the 1970’s that if I charged a fortune, people would think I was an excellent clairvoyant. Because our culture programs us to think this way.

John Edwards is genuine so I am not criticising people who charge high prices. It just isn’t how I wish to “work”!

When I genuinely communicate with someone that has passed over it is so exciting for me: even though I have done this for decades. It makes me realize that there is so little I understand about this reality and our existence.

Quantum physics fascinates me as it did my Dad. (It was called quantum mechanics in his day.)

I just “felt” I should include the following:

There was a short time when my clairvoyance was blocked.

It was caused by medication!                                                                                I was put on an antidepressant ( which in the MIMS was listed as an anti psychotic) When I changed doctors she told me that I should never have been put on this drug and to go off it “cold turkey”! It had caused sleep deprivation: changed my personality: It also made me feel horrible. I felt permanently hyper active. The words do not adequately describe the feeling.  

A few years ago I finally acknowledged to myself that I was an atheist.

Surviving death has nothing to to with worshipping a god.

I think we just move to an alternate reality.

Blessed be Kate