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I was just going to put this on my Facebook page but it is too long so decided to blog it.

I managed to get a few things done early this morning but then I somehow tore a ligament in my right leg. At least that is what I think I have done? I couldn’t stand up for ages and when I eventually did I screamed involuntarily and my furry family scattered. Moving was essential I had to get to “the smallest room in the house”  😛  (My apologies to the late Wayne Dyer for using his description of the toilet.)

I decided that as there was little else I could do, and I was already sitting by the computer, that I would work on my novel.

I have written four fiction stories over a quarter of a century: two I never published the third I published as an E book but no one was apparently interested and the fourth I haven’t finished.

While sitting here it occurred to me that I should  take note of what I have been told in writing workshops. SO! I have decided to scrap my fiction and write about something I know: my clairvoyant experiences.

The reason I wrote the fiction was as social satire on humans being in plague proportions and destroying the planet: The cruelty of the meat industry and drug companies etc.  But this stuff is covered by others in movies and novels. Plus, I can comment on it in my absolutely true book on clairvoyance!

I’ve sprayed my leg  with Arnica so hopefully I can move soon?

Blessed be and enjoy your day.     pentagram

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“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.”

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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.

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Blessed be

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Howzaat

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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)

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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.

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“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

Howzaat!

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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

 

 

 

The Incident That Convinced Me That Clairvoyance Is “Real”

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The incident that convinced me that clairvoyance was a reality happened at work. 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 haircut 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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Genuinely communicating with those who have past over still amazes me almost 40 years later. But the more I learn the less I know: so I have no idea of the nature of reality: although clairvoyantly I “got” “If you could understand that linear time is an illusion we could explain more!”

Before the movie “What The Bleep” theorised that we may just be in a huge holodeck, Star Trek Nex Gen had a similar theory:

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“Computer End Program” was a statement made by Dwight Schultz character Lt Barclay at the end of “Ship In A Bottle” Star Trek Next Generation: season six. Implying that “we” may exist in an holodeck program.

Following is an ad for an E Book that  wrote: I have been putting it on my blog in instalments and will continue to do so.

Past lives

These are stories of the past life regressions I have done.

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If you wish to regress yourself there are many books that give you techniques for this. And presumably many techniques “on line”

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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 (using the gun; not the pilot) was shot down. This sensation of spinning downwards to my death was brought back to me 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.)

In this regression I was a nineteen year old man: the middle child of three boys. My name was Harold. I saw my home but not my parents.

As I was born to my present 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.

I have done numerous past life regression. It was a fad for me and my friends at one stage. I am only going to share a few.

A friend of mine took me back to a past life. I was walking toward a well in a cobblestone courtyard. 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!?”

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

He also raped one of the peasant women.

I experienced another past life where I was a man when I did an exchange of service for someone. The person 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 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.

 

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Unlike clairvoyance, re incarnation it is difficult to prove.

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.

 

When Mum Died

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My Mother died on the 6th September 2012.

I had only recently found her permanent placement in a local nursing home.

The staff at this particular nursing home were so good to her. Mum loved to watch “Charmed” which was on at midday. They allowed her to have her lunch in her room so that she could watch her favourite programme.

On the Thursday she died I had not even intended to visit but for some reason I decided that I had better go in and see her. I was going to spend the whole of Friday with her and stay for lunch. This particular nursing home required a weeks’ notice for family or friends to stay for lunch.

She was in bed when I arrived and I had been told by the staff that she had a chest infection.

I noticed that she had a large black hole in her aura. Behind this hole was an angel. Of which I could only see the edges. I see angels as white light with a vaguely humanoid shape and wings. When I told mum that she had a huge hole in her aura she said “That’s not good!” I told her that I thought it may just be her chest infection.

Later that day the registered nurse phone to say that the doctor had prescribed antibiotics.

At 8-30 that night I received a phone call saying that Mum had passed away.

I went into the nursing home for approximately an hour and an half.  I contacted my children on my mobile phone from the nursing home I then returned home to make more phone calls. The UK was not a problem to call as it was the middle of the day over there. I also contacted local friends of Mum’s whom I knew would prefer to be told immediately.

One lady an ex carer of mum’s asked me if I would be able to sleep. I told her that I was used to not sleeping.

That night while lying awake in bed I saw Mum & Dad walking toward me holding hands.

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Dad said “we’ll help you” Mum didn’t “say” anything.

I have since had more contact with Mum showing herself; young; with long hair; walking with a young boy approximately four years old whom I presumed was my cousin Ken.

I know many people “talk” to loved ones that have died. But not many expect and answer.   😀

Blessed be

Clairvoyance Isn’t Something That You Believe In Or Don’t Believe In It Just IS

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When my daughter’s paternal grandfather was alive he would ridicule me for my clairvoyance and say that there was nothing after death. He claimed that he knew this because he had died several times.

I was running a psychic development group in 1991. Someone “saw” my ex father-in-law. Actually what they described was a photo of Barney and his brother in their army uniforms. I was able to connect with Barney at this time. He was “saying” you were right and jumping around. I told him that this didn’t prove anything to me. I said “I know what you look like; I know what you sound like and I know what you think; show me something that I don’t know.” (Not out loud!)

 

Firstly he showed me one of my daughter’s horses that he claimed had gone through the meat works. I told him I wasn’t going to check this up. Too upsetting! He then showed me a “duck” and lifted the head off. He said “Where is the duck?”

 

But my mind went to something familiar. I associated this duck with a rocker duck that Barney had made for my daughter when she was a baby.  I tried to find out what had happened to the rocker.

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Two weeks later I went to my daughters for dinner. In the kitchen there was a biscuit barrel. A duck! And the head came off. I asked my daughter who had bought this for her. She told me Grandma and Granddad.

In January 1992 while I was sitting outside knitting. (This was my stopping smoking therapy!)

I “saw” my daughter’s paternal grandfather.

My initial response was “What do you want?”

He gave me some information pertaining to a male friend which is not relevant to this story.

He then told me that he was reincarnating as my daughter’s son in August.

Many years later my daughter had her first child. A boy; born in August . I had forgotten Barney’s message until a pagan friend whom had been sending healing to the baby wrote to me that there was a reincarnation link with this child. She thought it my daughter’s grandfather.

Re the “seeing” and “communication” everything flashes in a fraction of a second.                Clairaudience is often way too fast to understand. For me “seeing”; “hearing” and even “concepts” flash in a fraction of a second. 

I know that there are many people who have similar stories to share:

I have many similar stories all making me question the nature of reality and life and death.