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.

 

 

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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:

 

 

 

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

 

“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

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Witches

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Being a real witch and knowing it isn’t Halloween (Samhain) in the southern hemisphere I still used to make up bags of lollies for the children that called for “trick or treat”. The last time that I went to this expense so many “trick or treaters” came to my door I had to make up more bags. On my return one brat complained that I took too long. I turned her into a toad and stopped giving out treats 😛

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Wicca means wise and or “to bend” ( as in bending energies)

I am a third degree initiate of The Craft.

What attracted me to Wicca in the seventies was that most of the people that I knew who were involved in Wicca were concerned about the planet and other life forms.

And Wicca is matriarchal.

I was (and still am) a vegetarian: involved with animal liberation: Greenpeace and Women’s Liberation. In later years, I was involved with trees for life.

Back then women had no rights and no status. Other life forms still have no rights or status according to homosapiens. And humans are still raping our Mother Earth.

Some people still think witches worship Satan and use blood sacrifices!

WE DO NOT!

I used to lecture on Wicca so I have researched this!

In western culture the idea of Satan worship came from the Inquisition and was taken up by what we call Satanists.

Because Wicca is a resurgence of an old religion it is difficult to find out what really happened in the distant past and I would presume they did use blood sacrifices?

In modern Wicca energy is raised by dance, as in the cone of power and by singing and chanting.

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The sabbats are seasonal so in the southern hemisphere it is Beltane (May Day) when the northern hemisphere celebrates Halloween (Samhain).

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This is the wheel of the year from my Book of Shadows. The Church of Rome took on the pagan sabbats because they couldn’t get rid of them. Hence mid winter, (Yule) is Christmas: Spring equinox is Easter. (A fertility festival dedicated to the goddess Eoster) and so on.

Blessed Be

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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.

 

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.