Clairvoyant Readings

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This was originally just on my Clairvoyant Medium high priestess Wicca Facebook page but it was so long I decided to make it a blog.

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Fewer people are logging on to Facebook since, what seems to me, like a vendetta against Mark Zuckerberg!     This is just how I perceive it and I may be wrong.

I also logged onto Twitter today for the first time in absolutely ages: And I mean ages!

Something I intend to rectify by checking regularly.

I noticed that people had actually been following my sci fi story  (last year – which shows how long since I had logged on to Twitter!) when I blogged it and promised that I would continue blogging the story until it finished

But didn’t!

The reason being: I put it on KDP select under a different title and the terms and conditions state that it cannot be anywhere else digitally.

So, my sincere apologies with much grovelling.

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I am and always have been aware that people believe that if something is expensive it is good and cheap means it isn’t any good.

And free means there is some sort of catch!

I am not exempt from this thinking.

My Dad was a Spiritualist and they believed that one shouldn’t charge: So, I have always been happy to give readings for free or for an exchange.

I am still happy to do a reading for and exchange but am having to stop the freebies because for the first time since I have been living on a pension that is less than I paid in tax (per fortnight) in the nineteen nineties I am struggling.

My going without food isn’t an issue but I don‘t want my animals to go without.

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The last time finances were this bad was the late sixties my husband was out of work I had previously given up a well-paid government job (working with computers that were the size of wardrobes in refrigerated rooms) because married women were not allowed to hold government jobs (These were the days when women had no rights and no status)

There were no social security benefits in those days and our poor dog went without food as did I so that the baby could eat.

I ended up taking a job as a barmaid to compensate and had to put up with other women lecturing me about working when I should be home looking after my baby!

Readings  available via Skype:  ceridwen2

And Email  katscho@iinet.net.au

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I am now set up to receive payment via PayPal

“Create and send custom invoices. Your customers can pay you online using their credit card, debit card or PayPal.”

Look forward to communicating with your loved ones and or giving you hope and insight into your future  😀

I am having to put the price up a little to cover my costs so online readings are now $60.00 and emails $40

My Dad always said “Self-praise is no recommendation!”    😛

But I am genuine and ethical and see and communicate with people who have passed over —

Read my nonfiction e Book.

Have a great day

Blessed be

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ELDER’S LIBERATION

This blog was motivated by someone commenting on Facebook that some elderly people may put the clocks the wrong way with daylight savings stopping.

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It is time for Elders Liberation!

In the 1970’s I was in Women’s liberation”.

Women had no rights and no status.

Ones status came from one’s husband.

All women were expected to be virgins and all men were expected to be promiscuous.

I never understood how that worked?!

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Before the Industrial Revolution one’s status went up with one’s age.

Elders were respected!

Post-Industrial Revolution we see new things as good and old things as no good and this transfers to people.

My generation brought about changes for the better. Equality for the sexes

Equal rights for Afro -Americans; indigenous Americans and our indigenous Australians.

Acceptance of non-heterosexual preferences.

Rights for people with disabilities.

Great music:

And there is more.

We were “The Flower Power” generation yet I notice young people think we know nothing of sex.

Really!

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Remember you will all be old one day unless you don’t live that long.

Fortunately, where I live most shop staff are respectful to the elderly because there is a large majority of retirees here.

Lately if someone patronises me I have started saying to  “I am old not stupid!”

I decided to include pictures of older actors that I admire.

I only chose four and there are many more.

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Seeing Goldie Hawn’s picture remined me –

In the 1980’s the mother of one of our residents told me that I looked like a young Goldie Hawn.

I never understood why she said this because Goldie and myself would have only been in our thirties then.   And Goldie is only a few years older than me.

 

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With no disrespect to JC —

All church festivals were once pagan festivals.

Easter being spring equinox dedicated to the goddess Eostar

The wheel of the year from my Book of Shadows: (Which I started in 1983 so this book is old)

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Blessed be

The Ramblings of an Old Person

 

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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:

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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?

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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?

WATER IS ESSENTIAL

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!

TREES ARE ESSENTIAL

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.

OTHER LIFE FORMS ARE ESSENTIAL TO THE PLANET’S ECOLOGY

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.

 

HUMANS ARE NOT ESSENTIAL

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.

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Enjoy your day on this beautiful planet

Blessed be

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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:

 

 

 

Back to a “Pollyanna” Outlook

(Pollyanna

noun

an excessively cheerful or optimistic person)

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I believed that our thoughts created reality in the mid-seventies.

There was no “New Age” fad in Australia back then. We couldn’t even buy books.

I have trained would be witches and would explain (along with teaching the witches pyramid) that our thoughts create reality and our emotions empower this creation.

I remember preaching “You don’t stop wars by hating wars you stop wars by loving peace.” ( Jane Roberts. “Seth Speaks”)

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I realise how negative I have become:

I tell my self it is pain: a life time of abuse and trauma and sleep deprivation:

But I doubt that feeling sorry for myself is going to help me change my situation:

I tell myself that despite my belonging to organisations like “Animal liberation” Trees for Life” and “Greenpeace.” Humans are too narcissistic to change! Why bother?

I now “put out” the opposite of what is happening:

e.g. “Humans respect the planet and other life forms.”

“Zero population growth is implemented” (without leaving newborns to die, as in China!)

I do the best that I can in the microcosm. Growing trees, feeding the predatory birds so they don’t eat the other birds.

(People have always preached to me that I should not feed the birds because its stops them from finding their own food.)

Excuse me!!! The human plague has destroyed the homes; taken the resources and killed (mice and insects) the food source for these birds.

I take animals, birds and lizards (not safe to pick up snakes) from the road.

I take them to the vet.

Sometimes this isn’t necessary, they are just stunned: other times they are already dead but I still move them so they are not flattened to the road.

I always put out water. I have seen lizards drink this.

Now I know where the Aussie saying comes from “Flat out like a lizard drinking” 😛

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I do my best not to support the meat industry, drug companies and cosmetic companies etc that are  cruel to other life forms. (I have done this since the seventies).

I no longer believe in god or karma.

People get upset when I say that I don’t believe in god. I respect their right to believe as they choose and although atheists and witches are no longer put to death some act as if they wish we were.

Karma and god are myths to stop the peasants from revolting. If you think god or karma is going to change something you wont bother doing so yourself.

New age yuppies use the term karma to tell others they deserve what ever trauma or health problem they have “It’s your karma!”

At approximately 2300 hours last night I put on a Louise Hay DVD which was with her book “You Can Heal Your Life” that I repurchased.

I am back to doing affirmations in the mirror. And loving myself healthy and happy.   😀

The following is paraphrased from Marion Weinstein’s “Positive Magic”

“Both consciously and subconsciously

I am always creating, drawing to myself

And participating in

The most perfect circumstances for my own fulfilment

Creating perfect health and happiness”

Blessed be

I have published a non fiction eBook:

I am not allowed to put it anywhere digitally but I haven’t read anything that says that I cannot advertise it. And as Amazon get two thirds of the purchase price  why would mind?

I published it before Mid summer “down under” and offered it free for five days as a promotion. Forty nine copies were ordered.

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

Be blessed

 

More Stuff On E Books

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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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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.

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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 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.

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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