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I write a blog called 'A Clairvoyant's Diary' over on Substack. Please do join me over there if you would like an insight into the world through a clairvoyant's eyes. Below you will find a sneak peak of each post to give you a flavour of what I write about.
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My lovely Robin
I’m watching my little robin as he sits on the brown bin. I say ‘my’ robin. He doesn’t belong to me of course, but I have become accustomed to his presence and feel a certain proprietary claim on him. So my robin he is.
Tribal Calling
I didn’t expect to come across the final hours of an ecstatic rave early doors on a Sunday morning, high up in the hills of the ‘shire. The land of Tolkien and hobbits transformed into a pulsating forest dancefloor. The shire folk no doubt hiding away from the deafening beats coming from the oversized speakers.
The warning signs
I slammed on the brakes and stopped in front of him, wide-eyed and frozen. He looked at me in shock, I looked at him in shock. I was half an inch away from him. Had I not being paying attention, he would’ve been under my wheels. He held his hands up in apology (his eyes had been lost to his phone). I held mine up in incredulity. His eyes were wide, face flushed...
Soul remembrance
As the bus rounded the corner and reached the highest point of the hill, a carpet of green with its unmistakeable, snaking muddy river came into view for the first time. The Amazon rainforest. I had dreamed of it for years, and here I was. A visceral reaction blindsided me and I cried solidly, though I didn’t know what I was crying for. I was overcome with its beauty, in absolute awe for sure, but something so much bigger was happening. There was a recognition I couldn’t explain. There was a knowing. A connection. A feeling of home. I had been here before...
The tree that lived
A wisened old Grandpapa tree, a majestic English Sycamore, lived alongside the ancient ruins of Hadrian’s Wall in the north of England for over a century. Battered by wind and rain and scorched by the sun, he gifted shelter and beauty to the many that passed by. Countless travellers would sit with him, finding a moment of solitude and connection to their own English heritage. He enjoyed their company, marvelled in all the changes he saw as each generation drew close, and was held tightly in the hearts of many...
Even with the fire raging, you are not helpless
Like many in recent days, my quiet thoughts have turned to those affected by the fires raging across the lands of Los Angeles in North America. In moments of stillness, I offer up silent prayers to a Higher Force for resolution, healing, and Divine presence; for a softening of winds, cooler temperatures, and water for all...
We are sound
Many, many moons ago, I went to see the musical ‘South Pacific’. It’s so long ago I couldn’t tell you a thing about it now; not where I saw it, who I was with, or even what the show is about. Not a scooby doo I’m afraid. The only exception is one striking snapshot of memory. A 3-minute memory so vivid I could tell you every detail, down to the cotton thread of the trouser hem...
Calling in the Light, Light, Light
A poorly bean of late, I turned as I always do to the not-so-conventional healing therapies of meditation and the spoken word to set me back on the road to recovery. When I find myself in sickness, words and visualisations are a powerful part of my healing arsenal, alongside the standard fare of nutrition, supplements, and an elderberry tipple from my herbal apothecary. More than the power of herbs was needed in this instant though...
The 'Oracle card' in Oracle Card Goddess
Oracle cards are the modern version of a divinatory tool that humans have used for time immemorial. Where our ancestors divined the world through bones and stars, I divine through cards and words. They are an indispensable companion for the seekers of the worlds beyond worlds, the seekers of magic...
The 'Goddess' in Oracle Card Goddess
Because my clairvoyant work is so inextricably linked with who I am, any brand name needs to match the me that does this work. And the name I chose when I rebranded a few years ago was ‘Oracle Card Goddess’. OCG for short. I say chose, but it chose me. The name change was necessary because I, and the work I did, had changed so much, but I had been at sea searching for a new one until the day the She, the Goddess, paid a visit...
I am God
“I am God.”
I say that a lot in my work, in my meditations, and in my supplications.
I say it alongside other favourites, such as: “I am Light”, “I am love”, and “I am Goddess”.
I say it because words are sound, sound is power, and the ‘I AM’ sound is the most powerful of all...
I say that a lot in my work, in my meditations, and in my supplications.
I say it alongside other favourites, such as: “I am Light”, “I am love”, and “I am Goddess”.
I say it because words are sound, sound is power, and the ‘I AM’ sound is the most powerful of all...
Come, sit by the fire
One thing I love about readings is how often deeper knowledge comes through that makes my heart lift, and I gasp at the wonders I am being shown. As if I am entering a secret doorway into a world of realities far, far beyond the material realm; a spiritual universe that sits alongside the physical...
Open the door, and you will see
A ‘Clairvoyant’s’ diary is a misnomer. An untruth at its core. A heading that should be replaced with: A ‘Normal Person’s’ diary, because in truth, we’re all clairvoyant. Clairvoyance is a natural ability that we all have, because we are all ethereal spirit beings having a material human experience...
No spiritual gubbins today, sunshine
As a clairvoyant, I would love to be able to say that I see and feel the presence of spirit around me at all times. That I sense those from the higher dimensions walking alongside me all day every day, from the first morning stretch to the last nocturnal yawn. But it isn’t like that...
He came from the North
A sturdy lot the Geordies, with a loving, hardened edge battered by North sea winds. “You’re a southern softie!” papa bear always used to say. For his was a childhood formed by icicles on the inside of windows and a woolly scarf rarely removed, while mine was softened by warmer climes and the sheltered valleys of the south...
The Moon Goddess
“How like a Queen comes forth the lonely moon
From the slow opening curtains of the clouds
Walking in beauty to her midnight throne!”
George Croly ...
From the slow opening curtains of the clouds
Walking in beauty to her midnight throne!”
George Croly ...
What's in a number?
The subject of this week’s ‘Today’s message for you’ reading was the phenomena of repeating number patterns. In other words, those times when you look at the kitchen clock, the Apple watch, the car dashboard; the till receipt, the timing of a text, the number of likes on a facebook post, and see repeated numbers staring back at you. Numbers such as 11.11, 222, 31.31, 5555 and so on...
The missing pieces that lead us home
I think we are all looking for home in one way or another. A place of belonging and connection. I have seen a lot of yearning for this when doing readings, and have certainly felt it myself: a yearning to feel a sense of belonging with another, with a group, with a place...
A glitch in the brain
Papa bear has dementia. Has had for a while now. It’s been a long and twisty road to get to the point we’re at today, where he lives peacefully in his own world unaware of most things. A road that, for me, started with just one word...
"So basically, I did everything you told me not to do ..."
This message from a client/friend did make me chuckle. It wasn’t the first of its kind and its far from the the last, I’m sure. Fortunately, my client (let’s call her Sam) was good humoured about the tangle she found herself in, gently chastising herself for her actions, though a sadness was also evident...
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