I was horrified the first time it happened…

“Most fears of rejection rest on the desire for approval from other people. Don’t base your self-esteem on their opinions.”
~ Harvey Mackay

I remember, years ago, when I first started channelling.

It was excruciating.

My logical mind was stuck in judgement, cynicism, scepticism and disbelief. My soulful self trusted anyway and urged me on. I was conflicted, confused and stuck, with no-one to show me the way or help me.

And then my sister stepped forward.

She used her scientific curiosity and encouraged me to do the same. With her beside me I stepped more and more into the person I am today. I worked from a trance channel space, with my sister or trusted friends sitting with me, asking questions, guiding the sessions and recording them for me or taking notes.

At first I channelled Guides and Spiritual Beings. Their messages were helpful and wise. We found evidence of things that proved that I wasn’t making it all up. That helped me to not give up. I worked on my craft and became more and more competent in what I was doing. It was fascinating. I began to feel good about my abilities.

And then the awful day came.

I was with my sister and some Aboriginal friends; Vynette, Leanna, and Liz. We meditated together and then I settled into the trance space. But instead of channelling one of my Guides I channelled this squeaky-voiced, childlike being.

She told us her name was Sokli, and that she was what we humans would call a fairy.

My friends asked her many questions, to which she happily responded. Sokli was funny and earnest and talkative.

The session ended and everyone was abuzz.

Everyone except me.

I was horrified. I had just channelled a fairy. What if someone found out? How would anyone take me seriously ever again? I didn’t know anyone who channelled fairies. All the spiritual and psychic folk channelled dead people or Ascended Masters and Master Guides and Very Important Energies With Wise Sharings For Humanity.

Perhaps it was a fluke, I convinced myself. But at the very next session she turned up again. And again. And again.

Gradually we began to know her well. That was over twenty-five years ago, and Sokli has now become a dear friend and companion. She’s still funny and wise, and all of my students and clients who have met her have been entranced by her eagerness to help, her specific and personalised wisdoms about health, food, crystals, animals and plants. Sokli is generous and caring, and she has a beautiful innocence and straightforward way about her.

I’m embarrassed that I was so awkward about all of this emerging spiritual and psychic phenomena back then, and about people finding out that I believed in fairies. I still worried so much about how I would appear to others, and about my credibility.

Now I feel blessed to have Sokli as one of my crew.

Humans from all corners of the earth have long believed in spirit beings who came from the earth herself, and who could – at times – walk between worlds or dimensions. Not Gods. Not Angels. Not ETs. Beings different to ourselves who are intrinsically tied to nature and the planet. There are many names for them. Many cultural beliefs. Our Ancient Tribes have always believed.

Children believe in them.

But as adults in the modern Western world, we are taught that this is childish. After twenty-five years of experience, I beg to differ.

Come hang out with me and Sokli in Brisbane on June 22 (Details here) and find out for yourself.

And don’t worry if you live too far away to make it. After the event we’ll create a special online package to share the magic with you, no matter where you live!

Humble Thank-Yous


“A friend is someone who knows all about you and still loves you.” ~ Elbert Hubbard

Hey, Lovelies.

I just wanted to thank you for the outpouring of support and love that you showed me yesterday when I updated you on why I’ve been so stuck with my memoir.

Not long after I posted my blog Facebook brought up a memory from six years ago for me to look at. It was a flock of Black Cockatoos that I had photographed as they flew over our farm. And most of you will know that Auntie always promised me her mob would show up as Black Cockatoos when they had a message for me or to keep an eye on me.

Later in the day they turned up in person, roosting in the hoop pines and calling loudly to me and to one another.

I took all of these things as strong signs that I need to bravely press on and just keep on writing til this story is done.

Thanks again. Your support means the world to me. It can get very lonely on this side of the screen, and your responses really helped remind me of WHY I am writing this book,

Biggest love and hugs, Nicole ❤ xx

PS – the short video below is for anyone who doesn’t know these beautiful birds and their haunting cries.

What if it didn’t matter?

“There’s a world of difference between truth and facts. Facts can obscure truth.” 
~ Maya Angelou

I need to give you an update about my memoir. For those of you who’ve been following my blog for a while you’ll know that you encouraged me to turn some of my posts about my time in the Kimberley with my Aboriginal Aunties into a book.

And I did.

A manuscript, anyway.

I shared the completed draft with members of my writing group. The feedback was good. I tweaked it and got it ready to send to an agent. I was feeling pretty positive about it. But my writing group aren’t intuitives or empaths or ‘that way inclined’. I love them but they’re not my tribe.

A friend from our Cauldrons and Cupcakes community also read the draft. She sent me an email that went something like this: ‘I stayed up all night reading it [great, I think, that’s a good sign] and every time you mentioned your psychic experiences you just touched on them briefly and then went on to the next thing. FOR THE ENTIRE BOOK! I want to know how you felt. I want to know how it changed you. I want to know what was really happening. That’s the book I need to read. You can do better.’

Ouch.

I knew she was right.

I rewrote it. And then rewrote it again. Each time I redrafted it I got a little braver, a little more vulnerable, a little more honest.

My writer friends told me I’d gone too far. I wasn’t sure if I’d gone far enough. It was still relatively safe content though, so I was pretty sure it was ready. Before I sent it to an agent I gave it to a couple of people who are mentioned in the book. ‘It’s good,’ they said, ‘but can you take me out? Also I don’t like this bit, even though it’s true. If you print this I’ll take legal action’.

By this time I was thoroughly bummed. It all seemed too hard. I put the project down and walked away from it.

Still, you kept asking me when it would be done. You kept sending encouraging notes and emails. And I knew I had to try again. I just didn’t know how.

Finally Ben asked me what was holding me up. ‘I don’t know,’ I told him.

‘Yes, you do,’ he said. ‘You’re worried about what other people will think. That’s dumb, Nic. Just tell your story. YOUR story. The one only you can tell. What does it matter anyway? You already have people who don’t believe in you and what you do, but you also have people who are waiting for this book. Write it anyway. The story that needs to be told, not the sanitised version.’

It makes me feel sick to my stomach, but I know that he is right. I don’t need all the bits about other people and interesting or funny stories to entertain the reader. They’re simply diversions from what was really happening.

But what will people think if I tell them what was really happening? If I don’t share it, I stay safe. I can keep pretending. I can avoid controversy, judgement, ridicule.

Yesterday Ben said to me, ‘What if it didn’t matter what other people thought? What if it didn’t matter? Then would you write your book?’

‘In a heartbeat,’ I responded, the words out of my mouth before I’d even thought about them.

So, today I’m starting on my ninth and final draft. Not the facts. That was my first draft, and my second, and my third…

This time I’m going to tell the truth, because that’s a whole other story.

Wish me courage.

I still feel sick about it, but it’s time.

All my love, Nicole ❤ xx

Crazy Dreams Right Now? Here’s Why!


“He leans in, resting his weathered hand on the bed. “Treat all the bad things like dreams, Kenzie. That way, no matter how scary or dark they get, you just have to survive until you wake up.” 
~ Victoria Schwab

Hi, Lovelies.

Have you been experiencing unusual bad dreams lately? Or do you find yourself suddenly thinking about the past or people from the past even though those memories aren’t great?

I was doing a Facebook Live with my community a few days ago, and the topic of bad dreams came up. So many people in our group are suddenly experiencing them, or flashbacks to the past or to old relationships, or sudden memories of old mistakes or old embarrassments that I thought it might be useful to share that same information with you too about why this is happening.

2019 saw the start of four years of levelling up vibrationally.

As we begin to grow and change it stirs the energy up around us. All of that stirring up of old energy can cause us to have these sudden flashbacks to the past, bad dreams or disturbing memories.

Please, don’t let it worry you. You’re not going mad. You’re simply processing and letting go. The nightmares and disturbing memories and flashbacks are merely old energies slipping by your conscious awareness on their way to being gone, just like an underwater diver leaves a trail of bubbles behind and then the bubbles fade and vanish.

As the month of May progresses this energy of change will ease off. There’s nothing for you to fix or do. Just try your best not to get caught up in things or to worry about what is happening. It will pass. It’s just the vapour trail of energy you’re leaving behind as you progress forwards toward better times, better relationships and greater wisdom.

Hang in there! And remember, it might be uncomfortable but it’s actually a good sign of progress. If it gets too much then try a couple of drops of Lavender Oil and Cedarwood oil in a diffuser in your bedroom at night, increase your intake of magnesium, remember to avoid stimulants and sugar, keep up your fluids and don’t stress. Be gentle with yourself and simply observe what is happening without judgement or self-criticism.

My Stardust Connection Meditation Bundle will help too. It helps you to connect with and explore Earth Energies, Ancestor Energies, your Solar Plexus energies and personal power, and Stardust Energies. There is over an hour’s worth of Guided Meditations and a 38-page workbook. The workbook holds specific instructions for using the four guided meditations, as well as journalling activities and reflection/awareness exercises.

The material in the Stardust Connection Meditation Bundle can be used at any time over the next four years, and beyond. My intention with this bundle is to help you become confident in your direction, your intuition, and your contribution to the unfolding history of the world and humanity. To access the bundle or to learn more about it go to my store or click on this link.

Don’t be afraid of change – embrace it! Much love, Nicole ❤ xx

The Bad But Useful Dream


“The future depends on what you do today.” 
~
Mahatma Gandhi

I had a disturbing dream last week. One of those dreams where I knew it was more than just a dream, even as I was dreaming it. I was night flying, like my Aboriginal Aunties had shown me, but this was in a dream state, not in a meditation – which is my usual way for getting into that space.

I flew over a house that seemed familiar and suddenly I found myself inside. I was invisible to the occupants there and I could move through walls or furniture as though they were made of smoke. (On reflection, maybe it was me that was less than solid!)

The house was in darkness, it was late and almost everyone was in bed except for a man, who was standing at the kitchen sink, the refrigerator door still open, as he poured and drank a large glass of milk. I knew that man! He and his wife are clients and friends. He’s a doctor and he had just come home from late night rounds at the hospital where he works on rotation. I watched silently as he drank, and I saw how tired he was, and how rundown.

More than that, I saw a small hard round lump under the skin on the right side of his throat, and I watched it move as he drank. That lump wasn’t anything good. My heart plummeted. I knew I’d have to say something.

The next morning I woke with the dream still clear in my head. As soon as it was a respectable hour I called the man and we exchanged a few pleasantries, after which I said, ‘I’m worried about you. Can you feel a lump in your thyroid?’

‘F*ck’, he said to me. ‘I can feel something, it’s small but I can feel it. As soon as I heard your voice I knew this wasn’t a social call. It’s thyroid cancer, isn’t it?’

‘I think you should get it checked out,’ I said steadily. ‘Please.’

‘Yeah, I will,’ he promised. ‘Thanks for the call.’

He called me yesterday to update me. He’s already had the surgery and it was cancer. The good news is that it was contained and hasn’t spread beyond the thyroid. We caught it in time. His prognosis is excellent. Meanwhile, he and his wife are taking some time out to re-evaluate their lives and put some plans in place to slow down and ‘live a bit more’ after the shock of this unexpected news.

It was a bad dream with a good result!

Living as a psychic isn’t easy, but it’s worth it for moments like these. Please look after yourselves, look after your health, and take time out to slow down and rest – this is your one precious life and your well-being matters.

Much love, Nicole ❤ xx

Things People Have Said To Me When They Found Out I Am Psychic


“To be fully seen by somebody, then, and be loved anyhow – this is a human offering that can border on miraculous.” 
~ Elizabeth Gilbert

Things people have said to me when I told them I am a psychic:

  • I don’t have a problem with it but you shouldn’t tell people or they might judge you. It’s pretty flaky to say you’re a psychic.
  • But you seem surprisingly intelligent…
  • God will smite you and your family. Repent!
  • That’s incredible. You seem so normal.
  • You can come to our barbeque on the weekend? Great. But is it okay if you don’t tell my friends what you do? Because one is a lawyer and one is a surgeon and they’re both really smart and they won’t understand someone like you. And they won’t understand why I am friends with you. Just tell them you’re a writer. Okay?
  • Did something bad happen to you as a child?
  • Can you tell me if this guy is into me or is he cheating on me?
  • What’s this rash?
  • Oh man! Don’t say that. You can’t say that. That’s so offensive. Can’t you tell people you are emotionally aware or something like that?
  • You’re kidding me, right? I thought you were normal.
  • You seem so balanced.
  • Are you bi-polar or something?
  • No-one will ever take you seriously EVER again.
  • OMG, that’s so embarrassing, Nicole. Shut up! Never speak of it again. No, I’m not kidding. Don’t ever talk to me about this again.

But there’s also been this:

  • My dog died, and he was my best friend in the world. Can you tell me if he’s okay?
  • When my nana died she came to visit me in my room. I was only five but I still remember it. No-one believed me. Do you think that was real?
  • I sometimes get these feelings about people – you know, a good feeling or a bad feeling – and it turns out to be right. Is that normal?
  • I always know when my mum is about to ring me.
  • One night I couldn’t stop thinking about my friend from high school. I hadn’t thought about her for years. The next day I heard she died in an accident that same night. I thought I could tell you that.
  • I knew I was pregnant from that very first day and I knew I would have a son. This is him. His name is Cole.
  • Whispers to me, ‘I have crystals in my bra’.
  • I think I might be psychic too. Can you help me?

If you’re psychic, intuitive, empathic or energetically sensitive I want you to know that it’s okay. You’re fine, just as you are. Be proud of who you are. There are more of us out there than you realise!
All my love, Nicole ❤ xx

How You Shape My Morning


“Never believe that a few caring people can’t change the world. For, indeed, that’s all who ever have.” ~ Margaret Mead

Good morning, Lovelies!

It’s just after 5am. I am here at my desk, about to begin writing my blog, and I thought today I would share how you shape my morning routine.

I was awake a little before 4am, as I always am, to meditate. Right now I am meditating twice a day for the students who recently attended my ‘Connect to Your Calling’ Retreat. I check in on each of them energetically and work on them as they need it. Then I tune in to you. I offer up my prayers for you and your families. I send you love and healing, I hold the intent for you that you know yourself, care for yourself and are able to express your unique personality and gifts in the world. I send love and light and peace to situations, places, people and leaders. And finally, I ask how I can best serve you today which is usually how I come up with whatever I will write in my blog.

My husband is still sleeping. My dogs are asleep. The world is quiet. It’s just me, holding space for you. This is my sacred time. The time where I can reach out to you, or make a positive difference in your life somehow.

I know some of us have never met, in person anyway. But you matter to me. Caring for you shapes my day. You see, when I was younger and very ill I felt so alone. I had no energy for friendships or connection. My first marriage had recently failed. I was completely broke and broken. Each day was a struggle. I felt that if I were to die no-one would even notice. I was socially and emotionally isolated.

Then one day I went into a tiny shop in Brisbane that sold items from Tibet. It became somewhere I hung out at whenever I had the energy. I bought my first singing bowl, and a Buddhist monk taught me some Tibetan meditation techniques using the singing bowl and a mala, and gifted me some mala beads. One day a new group of monks from Tibet arrived and through a translator I learned that they meditated for their community and the world every day. Each of them worked to support different groups of people, and in that moment I understood that somewhere in the world were people I had never met who were including me in their prayers, thoughts and meditations, with the sole intent that they somehow provide comfort or support to me. They explained to me that many monks and nuns from different faiths did this kind of work, and that this work of holding space for people was something I could do too. This was something I had also been shown by my Aboriginal Aunties.

The monks helped me to establish my own meditation practice for serving others, and I have done that in my morning and evening meditations ever since.

Often I have woken in the night because of my connection with you. Perhaps I will hold you in my thoughts and send you love and energy. Sometimes I will get out of bed and contact you directly by message or phone, or I will see that you have reached out to me or have posted publicly about a problem and I will respond. I see that as part of my life, a life where we are all connected even if we have not ever met in person.

This morning I need you to know that in this tiny corner of the world is a woman whose first thought each morning is you. That the prayers I offer, the meditation I do, the incense I light is for you. Know that there are many others who hold that prayerful and loving space for you too. Our humanity unites us, our love and service binds us. Tune in and feel those waves of energy, those ripples of love that are always there for you. You are truly loved. You matter.

So, that is how you shape my morning.

I’m going to make a cup of tea now, and write in my journal. Then the day will unfold and off I’ll go to meet it.

But tonight in my meditation, and tomorrow morning, I will be with you.

All my love, Nicole ❤ xx

March 2019 Supermoon – Because Good Things Come In Threes

“They say a person needs just three things to be truly happy in this world: someone to love, something to do, and something to hope for.” 
~ Tom Bodett

Last night the Supermoon shone down upon us. I’ve come home to our farm for a few days to rest and catch my breath, and the moon woke me just after midnight with her luminous glow.

Did you feel the moon magic too?

I’m in love with the energies of this moon and the energetic phase she heralds. It’s the last Supermoon for 2019 – and we’ve had the blessing of a Supermoon every month in this first quarter of the year.

This particular moon is clearing away obstacles to our progress and success – she is helping us to move towards our joy, and strengthening our belief in ourselves and in our dreams.

I stood under her silvery gaze last night and moon-bathed until I felt peaceful, serene and filled up with love and gratitude. I can feel this shift of energy, I can feel doors closing and opening, and I’ve woken this morning with a strong optimism for the unfolding story of my life.

My wish for you is that you can find some of that Supermoon energy for yourself this week!

Biggest love and hugs, Nicole ❤️ xx

Sitting In The Dark With A Stranger


“We feel most alive when we are closest to death.” 
~ Nenia Campbell

I’m in Adelaide right now, staying on my own while I write and work and attend a conference. After dining with friends last night I went back to my hotel and, on a whim, decided to go and check out the outside pool and spa area even though the night was cool and not much good for swimming.

The area was in darkness, but the buildings around us were lit up and pretty and the night sky’s stars twinkled above me. It was so peaceful, there on the roof, and so I sat down in the closest chair to enjoy a few moments of solitude and connection.

‘It makes you feel small and big all at once, doesn’t it?’ said a voice quietly beside me.

I looked around to see an older man sitting in the shadows a small distance away.

‘Yes,’ I answered. Then I apologised for interrupting his peace, for I was sure that I had. I stood up and excused myself, wishing him a good night and was almost back at the door which led to the lifts when I found myself returning to the pool, my legs walking me there all by themselves so it felt.

‘I’m sorry to interrupt again,’ I said, ‘but I just wanted to check that you’re okay. Are you okay?’

‘No, not really,’ he said. ‘Actually…’ and then he paused for a long time before clearing his throat, ‘I’m not really sure how I feel.’

I sat in the seat beside him, both of us looking out at the night sky and the pretty lights. ‘Do you want to talk about it?’ I asked.

He sat there for a long time, the silence thick between us.

‘I went to the doctor today,’ he said, finally. ‘I’m from the country, about six hours drive from here and I came down to town to get my results. They’re not good.’

The silence between us changed, linking us somehow in that quiet space.

‘I knew they wouldn’t be good,’ he said. ‘But I didn’t think they’d be as bad as they are. He said I had maybe two good months left. Maybe less, and then everything would turn to shit and then I’d be gone within another month, tops. If I was lucky. He was a nice young bloke, that doctor. Kind, and I could tell he was talking straight with me, and sort of cushioning the blow a bit…’ He breathed out, a long heavy sigh. ‘But it’s a lot to take in, and sitting in my room I felt suddenly like I couldn’t breathe unless I could see the sky. So I came out here to sit and think about it a bit and try to take it in. And then you turned up.’

‘I’m sorry,’ I said. ‘It must have been a shock.’ We sat there a while longer and then I reached across and took his hand. He clung to mine tightly, his hand warm and dry in mine, and suddenly we didn’t need words at all.

We sat there for an hour, just holding hands and then he said to me, ‘You’re shaking with cold. Come on, let’s go to the bar and I’ll buy you something to warm you up.’

So we sat downstairs in the almost empty bar until midnight, him nursing a fine cognac and me sipping peppermint tea, and I talked to him about dying, and about getting his affairs in order and how he could best manage what was ahead of him, given that he was an older man estranged from his only son, and with his wife passed on from a car accident nearly twenty years ago.

We talked honestly and openly and I shared all I could and on the back of a bar napkin we made him a plan. Then I gave him my phone number, hugged him and went to say goodbye.

He hugged me again, fiercely, and then he pulled me closer and whispered, ‘I was praying tonight to a God I haven’t believed in since Maggie died, and then you turned up. Thank you. I swear you were sent by the Angels, love. Bless you.’

We parted with tears in our eyes and then I went back upstairs to my lonely hotel room, threw the curtains wide so I could see that pretty night sky and I sat in the dark with a full and aching heart from the beauty and savagery and majestic synchronicity of life, and I cried.

Our First Winner Is…

“Because true belonging only happens when we present our authentic, imperfect selves to the world, our sense of belonging can never be greater than our level of self-acceptance. ” ~ Brené Brown

I’m a firm believer in the power of community.

There is something wonderful about finding a place to belong, a place where you can be yourself, a place where you can find support and acceptance.

It’s one of the things I love most about my online membership and YOM group. They are an incredible bunch of people and the friendships within that group re solid gold.

With every Planner purchased I’m giving a trial month membership so you can feel for yourself what a difference being in a supportive community and learning space can have on your life.

I also promised to give away some annual memberships for free.

And today I’d like to announce our first winner…

Inge, one of our team will be in touch shortly to confirm your free subscription to the YOM Academy and membership group.

We’re delighted to have you join us as 2019 unfolds.

Much love, Nicole ❤ xx