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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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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

 

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.

AG00410_

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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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!

grave

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