“The best relationships in our lives are the best not because they have been the happiest ones, they are that way because they have stayed strong through the most tormentful of storms.” ~ Pandora Poikilos
If you read my blog last week you’ll know that I received an apology from someone I’d known at College – ‘James’ (not his real name), a man whose behaviour with me had been less than stellar. You can catch up on that story here.
Yesterday I had a message in my inbox from James’ oldest daughter. We then caught up by phone.
She wanted to let me know that her Dad found my blog, and had read the post about him. He’d then left it open on his laptop while he’d gone out of the room for a moment. Meanwhile, his wife brought him a cup of coffee, saw the computer screen, read my blog and put two-and-two together. Her husband was the man who had assaulted me at College and then propositioned me a few days ago, even though both he and I are married.
The daughter found them arguing loudly, and as her parents fought her mother made her daughter read my blog too. The daughter told me she was appalled at what she’d read, but she was also angry at herself for never having said anything because her dad had done this kind of thing for years. So she yelled at both of them; her mum for putting up with her father’s poor behaviour and her dad for treating his wife so disrespectfully. She told her mum that unless her dad changed she should leave him. Then she stormed out and left them yelling at each other.
The result, now that things have calmed down? Her mum and dad are going to marriage counselling because James recognised that his attitude and behaviour were not who he wants to be or be remembered as, and he is not being the kind of man he would want his own daughters to marry. He loves his wife and he loves his daughters. He wants his marriage to work. He’s committed to change.
His daughter loves him very much and assures me that he has been a good dad and that her parents love each other although her dad’s behaviour has not always reflected that. She really hopes he changes. I do too. I’m holding space for a good outcome for them all.
Some of the most beautiful relationships I know have come through the hardest of times. I hope they find a way forward and rekindle that love, respect and connection. I wish them well.
“Be the celebrators, celebrate! Already there is too much—the flowers have bloomed, the birds are singing, the sun is there in the sky—celebrate it! You are breathing and you are alive and you have consciousness, celebrate it!” ~ Osho
June brings energies of growth and transformation. This month you can build on existing situations, foundations and opportunities, further transforming your life through work and self-belief. (And stay tuned, because I have a gorgeous new online course launching tomorrow which will help you capitalise on all of this good energy!) This month you’ll start to see results, and your progress will become visible to others too. Keep that in mind as we look at the gifts of inspiration which the card Rainbow Dragon brings us.
This is another really beautiful week of spiritual connection. But it’s not that raw intuitive place we were in last week, where you may have felt like all of your senses were in overload. This week’s energies are gentle – and focus on supporting you to be both perceptive and grateful.
You’ll be open and heart-centred and able to truly feel what’s going on from a space of empathy and kindness. It’s a great week for gratitude, for counting your blessings, for celebration. It is absolutely a week for sharing your love and appreciation and affection with the people around you and celebrating all of those things that are good in your life.
It’s also a week of feeling kinder and more generous toward yourself, and toward those you love.
If your relationship with yourself has been less than stellar you’ll find yourself softening this week, so that you can embrace yourself, forgive yourself, laugh at yourself (kindly of course), accept yourself and love yourself more easily. You’ll also feel more inclined to try things without being so darned judgemental and critical of yourself.
If your relationship with a friend or loved one has been less than great you’ll find that you are able to mend bridges, to let go of hurt, to move on, to try again. It’s a wonderful time for reminiscing and discussing memories of experiences you’ve shared. It’s also a time of creating a new way forward that can work better for both of you so that you can leave the pain and hurt of the past in the past.
Celebrate a little or a lot this week. Because what’s life without celebration?
Supportive crystals this week?
Map Jasper helps you to concentrate, analyse and understand. It supports the adrenals and counteracts overthinking and intellectual exhaustion. (Can’t find Map Jasper? Use a combination of your favourite Jasper with Black Tourmaline.) Peach Moonstone encourages self-care, soothes worry, raises vibration and stimulates your capacity to problem solve using both intuition and reason. White Howlite will promote calm, tranquillity, self-acceptance and a feeling of emotional spaciousness. Amber (pictured) supports you to find and live from a place of creativity and joy, opening you to possibility while helping you to stay grounded.
Helpful essential oils?
Essential oils that support love, creativity and connection are what you need this week. Try any of these on their own, or choose a few from the list to add to your diffuser – they all work well together:
I’m passionate about essential oils and their capacity to support our wellness journey and our spiritual and emotional wellbeing. If you’d like to know more or want to source the oils I recommend and trust visit this site or contact me at firstname.lastname@example.org
Support for your Intuitive Journey
I’ve got something exciting for you tomorrow – but I’m going to wait til then to tell you what it is!
Have fun this week. Live from your heart, stay kind and celebrate the small and the big things of your life. Above all, cultivate gratitude and mindfulness. Let your heart guide you and you can’t go wrong!
Lots of love, Nicole ❤ xx
PS: Monday’s oracle card, ‘Rainbow Dragon’, is from the Sacred Power Reading Cards by Anna Stark. I use any cards shown as a prompt for channelled messages and my own intuitive wisdom, so my take is sometimes quite different from the meaning found in a book.
“If someone puts their hands on you make sure they never put their hands on anybody else again.” ~ Malcom X
I was sitting in a suburban shopping centre cafe with my husband Ben a few days ago. As I sipped my tea a man came into view who looked familiar. He was older than when I’d last seen him. Thirty years older. But I was sure it was him. He was wearing a suit, his hair was grey and thinning and he’d gotten fat. But it was him. Let’s call him James (which is not his name).
In that moment I became so angry that I wanted to race over and punch him. Which is not like me. At all.
I didn’t do anything though. I watched him walk away.
Later that night I googled him and then found him on Facebook. He’s successful in his field. Married now. With two daughters. One in her final year of school and one at University. That made up my mind. I sent him a friend request and he accepted straight away. Then he sent me a message. I still looked hot, he said. Did I want to meet up for a coffee?
We ended up video messaging. At first we chatted about our College days, which is where we’d met. He asked if I was single. I told him I wasn’t. He told me he wasn’t either but that didn’t mean we couldn’t have some fun.
I asked him if he remembered the time we’d gone to a College football match on the first day of a long weekend of sport, races and balls. I’d just started going out with him, and this was our first proper date. I was in my first year of College and he was in his last – a big man on Campus whom everyone knew.
He drove me to a sports field on a sunny afternoon. We’d just parked and were getting out of the car when a friend of mine walked past wearing a huge scarf around her neck even though it was hot. James laughed and grabbed the scarf off her. Underneath was a series of small purple bruises. Perhaps you know them as hickeys. Or as love bites. She was embarrassed and tried to get the scarf back from him, but James kept holding it away from her while he kept up a barrage of teasing and increasingly lewd sexual comments. A crowd gathered around us.
Finally, I tugged the scarf away and gave it back to her and she fled, in tears. ‘Why were you so mean to her?’ I asked James. ‘What has she ever done to you?’ The crowd was still watching.
‘She’s a slut,’ he said. ‘She deserved it.’
While I was processing that comment he asked if I’d ever had a hickey.
‘No’, I said.
Before I could do anything he slammed me down over the car bonnet, pinned me with his leg and hands, and attacked my neck with his mouth. It hurt. A lot. My adrenalin went into overdrive. I yelled at him to stop and fought to get him off me. But I was slight and he was huge. My hands were pinned, my legs were pinned. No matter how much I bucked or writhed it was like a butterfly flapping against a bull. The more I struggled the more he bit and sucked on my neck while the crowd of mostly young men cheered. No matter what I did I wasn’t strong enough to make him stop. I was powerless. When James finally stood up he was victorious. He dragged me to the car’s side mirror and showed me. I had a violent purple and red bruise on my neck the size of a small orange. It throbbed and my whole body ached. I was dishevelled and humiliated. The crowd dispersed and then we were alone.
‘Wear it proudly,’ he said. And then he took my hand and started walking to the game with me in tow. I was in shock. Tears ran down my face but I picked up my handbag and stumbled along beside him.
As we neared the entrance gate we stopped and he wiped my face with his handkerchief. ‘Why are you crying?’ James said. ‘It was just a bit of fun. It’s a hickey. No big deal.’ He bought us both an entrance ticket and then left me with some of his friends while he fetched us drinks.
I was shaking, and I didn’t know what to do. So I stayed. Later a girlfriend found me and gave me a lift back to the dorms. I had bruises on my hips and my arms, one on my thighs and that huge shameful one on my neck. When James came around a few days later I told him I had zero interest in being in his company again. When I asked him why he’d done it he told me I was an uptight bitch, and that I couldn’t take a joke. He couldn’t work out why I was so upset. I was overreacting, he said. Crazy. A nut job. As he walked away he called back over his shoulder that I was a slut.
I struggled to reconcile that I had ever found him attractive.
I bruise easily, and that hickey took months to fade. I did what I could to cover it up with scarves or makeup, but I was called names by other students and even some of my male lecturers drew attention to my neck, making jokes about it. And about me.
I’d never felt so belittled, humiliated or ashamed. Worse, on that sunny afternoon, I’d felt what it was to be truly powerless for the first time in my life. I’d had no capacity to affect an outcome, no voice, no ability to have a choice. When James had held me down I’d felt unsafe, I’d been hurt, he wouldn’t listen and I couldn’t make it stop. He could have done anything to me, and it was all beyond my control.
So I told James that, thirty years later.
‘Is that why you dumped me?’ he said. ‘Over a joke? It’s not like I raped you!’ He had raised his voice, angry. ‘And you reconnecting with me now – is this your pathetic Hashtag MeToo moment?’
‘I’m still angry,’ I said. ‘I hadn’t thought about this for thirty years, but yes, I’m still angry, because what you did wasn’t right. It was assault.’
‘Get over yourself!’ James said. ‘Geez, I thought you connected because you wanted to hook up.’
‘No. I reconnected because you have a daughter who is the same age as I was when you did that to me. How would you feel if someone did that to her? How would you feel if she was pinned and helpless, struggling against a bigger man, being humiliated while other people stood around and watched?’
‘I’d bloody kill them!’ he said. And then he looked at me, and a strange expression came over his face. ‘I’d kill any bastard who tried to hurt my girls.’
‘I was the same age as your daughter,’ I said. ‘I asked you to stop. You didn’t. It wasn’t right then. It isn’t right now.’
After which we sat in silence, looking at each other via our screens.
‘Sorry, Nic,’ he said eventually, his voice quieter. ‘It was the era. It was just a bit of fun. I might have gone a bit too far. I didn’t mean anything by it.’
There was nothing else to say.
We ended the chat. I unfriended him.
It was an incident I’d long forgotten. A conversation I never expected to have. An apology thirty years in the making. But I’m glad I got to reconnect with James again and finally have him see things from a different perspective. My perspective. It felt good to finally be heard.
“Don’t you simply love going to bed. To curl up warmly in a nice warm bed, in the lovely darkness. That is so restful and then gradually drift away into sleep…” ~ C.S. Lewis
Ben and I arrived home from our little adventure last night. To the city house anyway.
Our flight into Brisbane was delayed. And then delayed again.
The luggage took forever to turn up on the carousel.
The line for a taxi was stupidly long.
We finally tumbled through the front door, dialled for some Chinese food, ate it in front of television in a sleepy blur.
And then, oh, meditation, a long hot shower, and bed.
Our own bed. With clean sheets.
Ben had thought me crazy making the bed with new linen at 3.30am on the morning we left home. I assured him he would thank me. Perhaps he would have too if he hadn’t fallen asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.
I lay awake just a little longer, appreciating the perfectness of my own pillow, the softness of my bed, the scent of clean sheets, the familiarity of everything. And the quiet. It was heavenly.
We’re off to the farm this morning. I’m homesick for our dogs and the cows and for quiet country roads and big skies. I can’t wait to give Harry and Rufous the biggest cuddles. I hope they’re pleased to see us too!
It was only a short break, but we both feel renewed.
“Hygge is a quality of presence and an experience of togetherness. It is a feeling of being warm, safe, comforted and sheltered. Hygge is an experience of selfhood and communion with people and places that anchors and affirms us, gives us courage and consolation. To hygge is to invite intimacy and connection. It’s a feeling of engagement and relatedness, of belonging to the moment and to each other. Hygge is a sense of abundance and contentment. Hygge is about being not having.” ~ Louisa Thomsen Brits
Ben and I are going away for a week. As you read this we’ll already be on the plane.
A friend is at the farm taking care of our dogs and cows and vegetable garden. My team are looking after my emails and the phones and the work stuff.
Ben and me? We’re looking after each other. It’s been a tough year. The illness, decline and death of his mother. The loss of a dear friend. The support of another going through a terrible time. Drought. Illness.
We’re tired. We need a break, before one of us breaks.
I’ll still be meditating. And I’ll still blog. Because those things are as ingrained in me as cleaning my teeth. I can’t not do them. But everything else can wait.
Be kind to yourself this week while these energies make all of us empaths more sensitive than usual.
“An awake heart is like a sky that pours light.” ~ Hafiz
At the beginning of every month, I discuss the energies and gifts of the month ahead and how we can best use them to make our lives satisfying, meaningful and productive. I also choose a card to support the energies of the month. The deck I am using this year is The Good Tarot by Colette Baron-Reid, and June’s card is 8 of Fire.
June brings energies of growth and transformation.
This month you can build on existing situations, foundations and opportunities, further transforming your life through work and self-belief. You’ll start to see results, and your progress will become visible to others too.
The power of teamwork and of focus can’t be overestimated this month. There are so many choices in front of you now, and you may feel like there are too many choices and that everything is moving past you too fast.
If you feel like that, look for some quiet time amid the bustle and haste. Use nature and meditation to bring you back to calm. Choose just a few things on which to focus.
Let the rest go for now, or delegate it to someone else. And get a team together – people who can help and support you. You’ll go so much further together than trying to get it all done on your own.
June puts an emphasis on your health, healing and wellbeing. Don’t let your health slide at the expense of your dreams and goals. Look at ways to work sustainably and get help wherever you can.
Make sure to get a health check, and to keep on top of all of the habits and choices that let you live your best life.
Leave a little time for celebration this month too. Don’t let everything be everyday ordinary.
You don’t need a reason to celebrate – being alive is enough!
Surround yourself with people who support and uplift you.
Do things that make you feel alive. Celebrate others too. Share the joy around.
Fill your life with colour, love and passion. Trust in the journey and believe in good outcomes.
Best crystals this month?
Map Jasper and Peach Moonstone
Map Jasper helps you to concentrate, analyse and understand. It supports the adrenals and counteracts overthinking and intellectual exhaustion.
Peach Moonstone encourages self-care, soothes worry, raises vibration and stimulates your capacity to problem solve using both intuition and reason.
Essential oils to support your journey?
My choice for oils that will support focus, clarity, planning and action this month are Peppermint, Rosemary and Lemon. Choose one or all of them for your diffuser – they work beautifully together.
For relaxing, enjoying lift and lifting your mood try any of these oils on their own or in combination – Wild Orange, Lavender, Geranium, Frankincense and Cinnamon Bark.
I’m passionate about essential oils and their capacity to support our wellness journey and our spiritual and emotional wellbeing. If you’d like to know more or want to source the oils I recommend and trust visit this site or contact me at email@example.com
Want to get even deeper on your spiritual journey and psychic awakening?
Think about taking the last remaining place on my upcoming Temple of Light Shamanic Meditation Retreat. More details on that here.
Wishing you a satisfying journey this month. Make the most of it – these energies are life-changing and life enhancing.
“But I know, somehow, that only when it is dark enough can you see the stars.” ~ Martin Luther King, Jr.
I was working with a client a few days ago, and the topic rolled around to suicide.
She had been suicidal once, at a truly difficult time in her life. With therapy and support her life has now moved beyond the worst of the pain and back to a place of balance. But there is no-one to talk with about what happened, she said, now that she no longer pays a therapist to listen. And she worries people will think she is still in that space if she tries to talk about it with friends or family.
‘I understand,’ I said to her.
‘How could you?’ she answered crossly. ‘Only people who’ve been there understand. I mean REALLY understand.’
‘I can feel into your body, and step inside you where you met that pain head-on. So yes, I can understand it from inside you – as a psychic,’ I said, ‘but I also understand. Me. I understand.’ I said those last words more slowly this time, weighting each one.
‘No way,’ she said. ‘You? I don’t believe it.’ She looked genuinely shocked.
‘It’s true.’ I looked her in the eye. ‘I have stood in that place twice, and both times it was unexpected. Each place was a different planet I hope never to go back to. Both times I found a solution that ultimately kept me here. And you’re right. No-one ever talks about this stuff.’
We were out of time, and this was about me now, not about her.
‘Maybe you could blog about it,’ she said to me as we finished up. ‘I would have found that useful, to have known someone like you could have had feelings like me. I mean, I was so f*cked up and broken and ashamed…’ She paused. ‘To have read that, to read that now, would still be helpful. So, could you?’
What do you think, dear Tribe? I’ve written about being psychic and being incontinent and all other manner of personal over-sharing. Should I break this taboo too?
“If we can share our story with someone who responds with empathy and understanding, shame can’t survive.” ~ Brené Brown
‘Oh, Nicole!’ That’s how the email started.
‘Darling friend, I’m so sorry to hear you are still battling Lyme disease. I hope you’re on the mend soon. Just wanted to give you some advice. What you write stays on the internet forever unless you decide to remove it, and even then it may be too late. So why on earth did you write about having incontinence? Nic, pull it down as soon as you can. That kind of stuff is so damaging for your image, and if you ever get a publishing deal you’ll regret this kind of over-sharing. Trust me.’
Over-sharing? I don’t think so. Damaging? Some people will judge me, for sure. But they are not my people. You, dear readers, are my people.
Here’s what I know about my tribe, and about life in general.
Shit happens. Terrible, awful things can happen to good people for no reason. Life-changing accidents can happen in the blink of an eye. Wear and tear, illness and calamity can render the most sound of bodies and minds suddenly limpy, broken or cobbled together with tape, string, tears, stubbornness and fervent prayers. Many illnesses and incapacities are invisible. People live with all kinds of pains, traumas and problems that most people around them will never even guess at.
Right now I am suffering from neurological incontinence. Inflammation in my brain and nerves makes a signal go haywire and sends a message to my bladder instructing it to void. Which it does with no permission from me. One minute I have a full bladder, the next minute my bladder is emptying wherever I happen to be and no matter what I am wearing, doing or what my plans might be. It’s happened to me dozens of times over the years since I first began treatment for Lyme, and my solution is adult diapers. Which mostly work, and sometimes don’t.
People can suffer from neurological incontinence as a side effect of MS, advanced Lyme disease, brain or spinal cord injury, brain lesions, degenerative brain diseases, or the long term effects of radiation or cancer treatment, alcoholism or diabetes. It affects men and women, children through to people in old age. It affects me.
One day it may affect you or someone you love.
Few of us get a free pass through life with no adverse side-effects! My dear friend Carly-Jay and I often have a laugh over the bits of our bodies or bodily functions that fail us. We belong to a club of people who live well despite how our bodies sometimes misfunction or misbehave. We call that club the Unreliable Club and I’m sure some of you are already card-carrying members. (Maybe we need t-shirts!)
When I was first diagnosed with neurological incontinence (which comes and goes in me – I last had an attack a few years ago!) I looked everywhere for information and found almost none. It’s something no-one talks about.
So, I’m talking about it here. It’s not the end of the world. It can be managed. And it’s nothing to be ashamed of.
It’s just wee. Everyone does it. Every single day. It’s a normal part of life, and for some people it’s a part of life that doesn’t work well for any number of reasons. If more people talked openly about this kind of thing we’d realise just how prevalent these kinds of issues are AND THEY ARE NOTHING FOR WHICH YOU NEED EVER FEEL SHAME.
Urinary incontinence affects up to 13% of Australian men and up to 37% of Australian women (Australian Institute of Health and Welfare report, 2006).
65% of women and 30% of men sitting in a GP waiting room report some type of urinary incontinence, yet only 31% of these people report having sought help from a health professional (Byles & Chiarelli, 2003: Help seeking for urinary incontinence: a survey of those attending GP waiting rooms, Australian and New Zealand Continence Journal).
70% of people with urinary leakage do not seek advice and treatment for their problem (Millard, 1998: The prevalence of urinary incontinence in Australia, Australian and New Zealand Continence Journal).
An Australian study found that over a three month period, 50% of women aged 45-59 years of age experienced some degree of mild, moderate or severe urinary incontinence (Millard, 1998: The prevalence of urinary incontinence in Australia, Australian and New Zealand Continence Journal).
The prevalence of urge incontinence, which is strongly associated with prostate disease, is fairly low in younger males and increases to 30% for those aged 70-84 and 50% for those 85 years and over (Australian Institute of Health and Welfare report, 2006).
It’s wee. It’s not working in a very controlled manner in me just now. That’s okay. I have bigger stuff to think about. This is just small stuff, not worth sweating over.
If you feel the need to unfollow me, unfriend me or avoid me because of my bladder control issues and embarrassing habit of oversharing then go right ahead. I’ll still be here for you when life gets bumpy. And then I’ll remind you that you can still live the dream while rocking adult diapers and I won’t love you any less for it. Instead, I’ll be cheering you on!
So, I’m standing in a health food store yesterday, waiting while someone finds a product I’d ordered.
I’m miserable. My eyes are streaming and one is gummed closed. My face is blotchy and puffy. I have a UTI and a chest infection and I am herxing badly from Lyme die-off. I’m wearing an adult diaper under my jeans. I am wheezing and coughing. I’m in pain. I look like death. I feel like death. I’m sleep deprived. It’s not my best day. (see yesterday’s blog for the full update)
I’m so uncomfortable. To distract myself while they find my stuff I go for a wander through the aisles. I could use some new lip balm. A sales assistant sidles up beside me and asks me how I am. ‘Awesome,’ I respond.
She looks at me and I smile.
‘Ok,’ I add. ‘Not awesome, but I’m doing okay. Thanks for asking.’
And then she does it. She hits me with the big New Age Shiny Unicorn.
‘Your problem? It’s a mental thing,’ she says. ‘You created it and you’re in charge. Just use some positive affirmations and you can turn it all around. You’ll be feeling better in no time.’ She attempts to lead me towards a helpful display of positive thinking books and Louise Hay affirmation cards.
I had to seriously reign in my violent thoughts.
‘Actually,’ I say, ‘it’s not a mental thing. I’m in pain. A lot of pain. I’m quite unwell. I’m happy, and I have a great life and a lot of gratitude and a good attitude, but I also have pain. No amount of positive affirmations are going to fix that right now.’
She tries again, beaming at me. ‘Oh, come on. You won’t know if you don’t try! You’re a master manifestor who is just doing it wrong. What else is possible? How could you create a happier day?’
I’m sure I’ve wet my pants. I think I can feel urine trickling into my shoe. My skin feels like insects are biting me. I excuse myself and go back to the front counter.
After I’ve paid for my supplements I have a quiet word with the manager about her overly-cheerful staff member and explain the conversation I’ve just endured. The manager has the good grace to look horrified and we agree that some staff training might be appropriate.
Rant over. If you don’t know what the problem is here then refer to this blog post.
Hugs and love, cranky Nicole who is actually still mostly happy and with a good attitude xx
“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!