There’s A New Oracle Coming!

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“Never forget that anticipation is an important part of life. Work’s important, family’s important, but without excitement, you have nothing. You’re cheating yourself if you refuse to enjoy what’s coming.”
~ Nicholas Sparks, Three Weeks With My Brother

 

For the love of Fairies, and with the help of a certain special Fairy, Sokli and I are creating a new Fairy Oracle.

In between getting ready for my Beginners Channelling retreat, which begins next weekend. (My entire house is piled high with pretty present bags, journals, crystals, singing bowls, essential oil potions, and other fabulous things.)

Stay tuned, I’ll be posting it tomorrow. This Oracle will be full of lovely things, like crystal and flower essence guidance, as well as some magical Fairy wisdom about how to find Fairies for yourself.

See you then!

Lots of love, Nicole and Sokli <3 xoxo

Wide Awake for a Reason

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“Night gathers, and now my watch begins.” ~ George R.R. Martin

 

If you read my post yesterday you’ll know I didn’t get much sleep the night before. So last night I put myself to sleep at eight, all ready for an early night and a decent catch-up.

Of course, things didn’t go to plan. Just after midnight I woke up. I mean WIDE AWAKE. The sort of being awake where I know I might as well get out of bed. The sort of awake which I always recognise as a precursor to psychic work. I crept downstairs, careful not to wake my husband or the sleeping puppies.

First, I meditated, and sent love and healing energy out into the world. I explain that process well here, in one of my previous blog posts.

But even after all of that night-flying I didn’t feel done.

I cranked up the computer, and sat down to write. No, that didn’t feel right either. I opened up facebook.

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And there, there were the reasons I was still wide awake.

  • A dear friend and client needing to chat about her own spiritual emergence. I’ve been holding that space for her for a while and I’m thrilled that she is finally stepping into her Light.
  • A lady on the other side of the world, reaching out to me in desperation over her teenage daughter with a severe eating disorder. We managed to convince her daughter it was time to go to hospital and into a special ward for her management and recovery.
  • A client who was emotionally distraught and suicidal. I talked her through and to a better place, made sure she had some support, and I’ll check in on her again tomorrow.

Situation normal, here at Camp Cody. I certainly can’t complain about life being dull. I’m winding down now, at four am. I’ll go meditate some more, and then hop back into bed and grab another hour or so of shuteye before Cafe Dog wakes me for a morning walk, a good coffee and the weekend papers with Ben.

At least my blog is written and all I shall have to do as I tumble out the door is press PUBLISH.

Today, God willing, I shall get some sleep! 🙂 I’m not complaining though. I feel blessed to do what I do. Please, don’t ever doubt that you are loved, and that you matter.

I’ll send you some extra love and energy in this next meditation! Bless xx

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Endings and Beginnings

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“And suddenly you know: It’s time to start something new and trust the magic of beginnings.”
~ Meister Eckhart

 

It’s our final morning of retreat, before we come back into the world again. One thing is certain. So much will be different after today. So different that lives will feel unrecognisable. And yet, most of that change will be hidden. On the outside, so much will stay the same. This is the way of the shaman. It is a form of rebirth of the self.

There is a new beginning for every ending.

I am so very proud of my students; the talents and gifts they hold, the courage they are showing in stepping into a level of spiritual work which asks so much of them. If you could see them – their humility, their big open hearts, their dedication to service, and to uplifting and helping others – you’d be proud too.

It feels like Graduation Day at Hogwarts today.

Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome the new Wizards…

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A Big Green #Lyme Anniversary!

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Image from The Cake Trail

“We are not the same persons this year as last; nor are those we love. It is a happy chance if we, changing, continue to love a changed person.”W. Somerset Maugham

I was talking with my sister yesterday, and she said to me, “Hey, are you planning anything special for your thirty year anniversary tomorrow?”

“Huh?” I replied.

“You know, this Saturday is the same weekend  thirty years ago when you were bitten by the tick that gave you Lyme disease. Ekka weekend. That anniversary!”

Simone remembered because I glued the tick into her school diary, which, weirdly, she kept for all those years! Thanks, Sissy 🙂

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Wow. Thirty years. That’s such a long time.

It made me sad at first, to think of how much of my life has been claimed by this disease, and then I decided that enough of my life has been given over to sadness. I thought long and hard about how Lyme has changed me.

This is what I came up with.

If I hadn’t been bitten by the tick I would have gone on to become a lawyer, and my ambitions would have taken me far, far from here. I would have never married my first husband. I would not have gone to the Kimberley for my life changing connection with the Aboriginal Aunties. I would have continued to ignore or hide my psychic gift. I would have shunned this thing that I am, in favour of something more conventional.

Lyme has stripped almost everything away from me. My ability to have kids, to study, to live a normal life, to work in a normal job.

But it left me two things. My ability to love, and my ability to live and work within the metaphysical planes of existence. I had always seen that as a diminishment, and now I see that Lyme distilled me down to my essence, and forced me to live as a psychic. It was the only thing left that I could do.

That’s actually a beautiful thing, hard a journey as it’s been.

Now, as my health slowly returns, as I walk this hard journey of healing, things are being added back in to my life. My ability to think, to write – these two things have become such precious, precious gifts. When I was young I took it all for granted.

No more.

Tomorrow I shall celebrate my essence. The gifts of love, compassion, psychic connection, perseverance, moral courage, gratitude and hope, and the return of words, imagination and the ability to write again.

That’s worth a good cake, don’t you think?

The owl in the tree outside my window agrees!

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The Connection Hour – Or, Why do I keep waking up in the middle of the night?

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“Sleep is the best meditation.”
~ Dalai Lama

Are you waking up in the middle of the night?  Does it happen on a semi-regular basis?

I don’t think it’s insomnia.  I diagnose this as a psychic connection issue.  If you’re reading this, in fact I’m sure it’s a connection issue. And I know just what to do about it.

For many years (and sometimes even now…) I woke up at around 2am.  It was especially prevalent while I was going through Spiritual Awakening – that whole process of becoming actively more psychically and spiritually connected.

At first it drove me nuts.  I’d wake from a deep sleep, lie in bed uselessly, eyes wide open and fully alert, and by around 4am I’d drift back off to sleep again.

It was my Guides who finally explained to me what was going on…

Somewhere between 2am and 4am, when we’ve had some sleep and are rested and relaxed, is the easiest time for spiritual Guides and other energetic BEings to connect with us psychically.

At 2am we are free of mental clutter.  At 2am there is much less ‘noise’ from other people’s thoughts, from electromagnetic energy or from life in general.  It’s a little like driving your car down an empty freeway in the middle of the night – it’s a safe, fast trip, with no interruptions.

When we are first connecting energetically, it’s always easier to do this in the early hours.  After the connection is made, and we become practiced at it, we’ll find that we are no longer woken up, and that psychic or spiritual knowing and energy become a natural part of our waking hours.

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So, what can YOU do if you wake at 2am?

Here are some suggestions based on my own experience, and on the advice of my Guides:

  • Drink some water – hydration always enhances connection
  • Ask to be ‘connected’, and then lie back and relax.  Be aware of any images, names, impressions, ideas or information that comes to you.  You may also find that after inviting connection, you are suddenly sleepy again, and return to the sleep state. (you’ll still be connecting, although it will no longer be a conscious act).
  • Write. Many people find that their best ideas come to them in the middle of the night like this – it’s a form of channelling.  These ideas may be aligned to your talents and skills, they may be creative ideas, or it could just be information that’s relevant to your life right now.  You can keep a pen and paper beside the bed, or get up and go sit at a table – but do use pen and paper rather than a keyboard.
  • Move into meditation for a while.  You can do this in bed, or get up and sit somewhere quiet where you are warm and comfortable.  Once again, be open to any messages, images or impressions you might receive.
  • Do some simple hands-on healing for yourself by channelling energy through your hands and into your body.

Back in your normal life, adopt some spiritual practices, such as a regular meditation time, or time in spiritual reflection.  Yoga, tai chi, exercise and other forms of moving meditation are also good.  So are creative hobbies, and hanging out with like-minded people.

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There is an increase in consciousness right now, and enhanced opportunities for conscious connection.  So if you find yourself waking up in the middle of the night for no obvious reason, maybe it’s the Universe, tapping you on the shoulder, and reminding you that it’s time.

You’re here for a reason! Trust in Divine Timing, and in your own ability to connect. Who knows what wonderful energies and ideas you might bring forth…

Much love to you. Bless ♥ xx

The Woman I Turned Away…

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When I do psychic readings for people, I have a few procedures that I follow to ready myself for our session.  Firstly I close my eyes, centre myself and offer up a prayer for the Highest Good, and then I allow myself to move into a channelling space.  When I am firmly anchored in this energy I open my eyes and connect into the ‘seeker’ – the person I am going to read for.

If I am doing a reading by distance (ie by skype, phone or from a photograph) I do this energetically.  But if the person is sitting right in front of me I like to hold their hands to make that connection.

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Once again I close my eyes, and then I psychically ask permission to work with that person.  When permission is obtained I open myself to any first impressions, and then I open my eyes and begin the session.

In the thousands of people that I have worked with I have only been refused twice.

The first time, I got a clear ‘no’.  I was surprised, as that had never happened before.  And the explanation? It was not ‘Right Timing’.  I apologised, and ended the session.  A few months later the person came back and the session proceeded beautifully – at a time that was perfect, given the sudden changes in that person’s life.

That taught me something valuable – the need to always honour Universal Wisdom.

But it certainly didn’t prepare me for the second person I turned away.

I awoke agitated on that day, with an annoying headache that wouldn’t budge.  Before I’d even begun work my last two appointments rang to reschedule – something that rarely happens.  Trusting in Right Timing, I got ready for my only other appointment that day.  As the time grew closer I felt more and more ill, and my head throbbed as if it might explode.  I wondered if I was getting a migraine, although I’d never had one before.

Finally my appointment showed up, ten minutes late.  I ushered her in, sat her down and began.

My own connection took much longer than normal.  I sat patiently, and when I was finally ready it felt as if I had been surrounded by a heavenly host of Angels, an energy I don’t usually work with.  I felt very safe, very calm and very loved.

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And then I took hold of this woman’s hands.

Whoosh.  It was as if I had been sucked over the edge of a deep abyss.  There was nothing. Nothing but darkness.  But the darkness wasn’t empty.  And it certainly wasn’t friendly.

My eyes snapped open in shock, and I saw her watching me.

“Sorry,” I apologised.  Then shutting my eyes, I tried again.

All I felt was fear – my fear – and a deep sense of unrest.  No matter how I tried, I just couldn’t connect. It was as if she was behind a wall I couldn’t penetrate.

I let go of her hands and opened my eyes.  “I’m sorry,” I said to her.  “I’m feeling unwell.  I just can’t work with you today.”  My skin was goosebumped, and I sensed shadow all around us.  All I wanted to do was get her out of my home as quickly as I could.

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When she was gone I cleansed my house, did a healing meditation, and put myself to bed, completely drained.  It took two days to come back to a place of feeling my normal, optimistic self.

That session really disturbed me, but I was never able to access any more information, and eventually I put it behind me. Two years later an older man turned up for a session with me.  He came through my door very unwell and weak, with a great weight of sadness.  My first instinct was to greet him with a hug.

My connection with him was easy and strong.  And very disturbing.  As I held his hands a bitter taste flooded my mouth and I felt my own body weaken.  My heart rhythm went wonky, and my vision blurred.  A shocking awareness came to me.  I dropped his hands and asked, “How are you feeling?”

Vincent Van Gogh’s ‘An Old Man’s Winter’s Night’

He batted away a tear. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.  I’m so tired all the time, and I just can’t seem to come right. I feel like I’m dying.” He took my hand in his.  “I’ve got cancer,  haven’t I?  You can tell me.  I just need to know what’s wrong.”

“No,” I blurted.  “It’s not cancer.  You’re being poisoned. And you’re in grave danger.” The information poured out of me.  His wife.  His wife was poisoning him.  And she had done this before, to previous husbands.

“Her first three husbands did all die,” he said to me, almost unbelieving. “But she loves me. She’s stood by me even when my own family turned against us. She’s been caring for me ever since I got sick.”  He pulled a photo from his wallet and placed it on the table between us.

It was the woman I had turned away.

If you want to read more about my life as a psychic, you might enjoy these posts:

The baby who needed to speak

The power of a Father’s love

The unexpected phone call

The Unexpected Phone Call

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I’m in Brisbane this week doing psychic readings. I don’t normally take phone calls on my office phone – I let them go to message bank and my wonderful PA, Nicky, deals with them.  But today, as I was sitting at my desk the phone rang, and I picked it up without thinking.

“Hello,” I said automatically, “this is Nicole.”

There was a moment of silence on the line and then someone cleared their throat. “Um, Nicole, could you come downstairs a minute?”

I hadn’t heard the doorbell ring. The dogs hadn’t barked. But I went downstairs anyway and opened the old stained-glass door.

A young man stood there. His mate sat in a car out on the street, the motor running.

“I’m Pete,” he said.

But I knew that already, although we’ve never met.

Both our eyes filled with tears. He is older now, but I recognised him from photos I’d been shown some years ago. We moved towards each other and embraced.

Pete. The son of one of my clients. Judy lives in Melbourne, but she has come to many of my courses, and I’ve know her for years. As mothers do, she’d shown me photographs of her family in some of our consultations.

About six years ago I was eating dinner one night when I got a blinding headache.  I excused myself from the table, and went and sat in the lounge-room, closing my eyes against the glare of the lights. In the darkness a wave of nausea and panic came over me. Huge emotional pain. These aren’t my emotions, I thought to myself.

I felt a familiar feeling that I often get when I am channeling. It’s a feeling of disconnect from me, and connection into something else. My heart began to pound, and the nausea and panic increased. In my mind’s eye I peered down at a pair of hands, (the perspective making it look like they were mine) knotting together a length of rope to make a noose. I felt myself begin to hyperventilate as I deeply connected into the mind of a troubled youth.

Oh my god, I thought. He’s going to kill himself.

Somehow I knew that it was real. As his eyes looked up I saw a noticeboard above a student desk. A photo of a pretty young girl was pinned in the middle, and I knew that this was the reason for this young man’s actions.  His eyes came to rest on a photo tacked in one corner amidst all the other papers. A family photo.  And in that photo I recognised Judy, her husband and children.  In that instant I knew. I was in Pete’s bedroom.  I was in Pete’s mind.

I raced upstairs to the office and yanked open the filing cabinet, desperately searching for Judy’s details, spilling papers everywhere. Then I ran to the phone and called her home number.

She was so surprised to hear from me.  She told me to wait because she was about to take a basket of folding upstairs, and then she could talk to me from the study where we could have a bit of privacy.

Trying to keep my voice steady, I asked her to put the washing basket down and go up to Pete’s room.

“Why?” she asked.

“Just go. Please…”  I urged.

What happened next was awful. Judy kept making small talk as she walked upstairs and then dropped the phone and I heard her screaming. Her husband came running. “Hold his legs,” he yelled. “I’ll cut him down.” As the scene played out I was watching it as if I was floating in a corner of the room. I heard his sister screaming. Then I heard Judy’s husband tell her to call an ambulance.  The phone went dead…

I didn’t know what to do. I burst into tears, and told my concerned husband what had happened. Good man that he is, he gave me a hug, made me a cup of tea and put me to bed.

I didn’t hear from Judy until a few days later. Pete was going to be okay, although he would remain in hospital for many weeks, and under the care of a skilled therapist much longer. My call had saved his life.

And here he was today, six years later, standing on my doorstep.

After the longest, most soulful hug, he pulled away. “Thank you,” he said, gazing into my eyes. “I’m a  teacher now,” he added as he turned to leave. “And I’m getting married in September.”

I couldn’t speak, I was so choked up. I nodded instead. And in an instant he was back in the car, and away down the street.

Living as a psychic is sometimes hard. I cannot turn off from what I am, or from this flow of information, and often it impacts my life in ways I don’t enjoy and can’t control.

But to hold this young man in my arms today, to feel the life-force in him, to know his gratitude for a second chance…    that makes it all worthwhile. ♥

Getting to know your Crystal – Day One

Now that you’ve chosen your crystal, using the suggestions we covered yesterday, you’ll first need to cleanse it before we start work.

Here are some tips on the care and cleansing of your crystals:

Crystals absorb energy, just as they project it.  When you first receive a crystal, or if you have been working with it for some time, you may need to cleanse it of unwanted vibrations from people or situations with which it has come into contact.

A simple way to cleanse a crystal is to hold it in your hand, say a prayer or dedication and then blow gently on the crystal, imagining that your breath is white light which will blow away all negative vibrations within that crystal.

You may also visualize a cascade of pure white light flowing into and around your stone, cleaning it and transmuting any negativity into light.

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Crystals may be placed on a bed of rock salt in a wooden, glass or pottery container, and left in a quiet place.

They can be smudged with smoke from fragrant timbers and herbs, or with the smoke from incense. The fragrant smoke clears the energy of people, places and objects.

This is a technique often used by Native American Indians and Australian Aborigines. To smudge a stone, just waft the smoke onto and around the crystal.  You might want to do yourself too, at the same time!

As with any cleansing process your intent that the crystal be cleansed and that any negativity be transformed into light is of the highest importance.

Other gentle ways to clean stones includes placing them in sunlight, in a garden or beneath a healthy potplant, placing them outside in moonlight or showers of rain, and washing them under running water.  Streams, rivers and the sea are ideal for this.  There are some stones that do not like water, including malachite and selenite.  Use your intuition, and be gentle with delicate stones.

Some stones may need to be left in nature for a long time if they have absorbed a great deal of energy on your behalf. (The stones above are from a crystal grid I made last year. If you look closely you might see a fairy!)

In some instances crystals may even break, indicating that they have served their purpose and are no longer needed in your life.  Burying certain stones or partially covering them with earth often helps stones to ‘ground’ and return to their true essence more quickly.  Hard working crystals often develop rainbows around their internal fractures, which is symbolic of release, healing and joy.  From difficult times something of great beauty and value can often come.

A simple introduction to your crystal:

Now, to begin your relationship with your chosen stone, listen to this simple eight minute guided meditation as you hold your stone in your hands:

Nicole Cody’s Working with Crystals- Day 1 Meditation

I hope you come to enjoy working with crystals as much as I do.  They are a magical gift, and a very beautiful, healing and joyful part of my life. ♥

Dealing with Psychic Anxiety

Over the years I have come to recognise a certain set of feelings, to which I have given the name ‘Psychic Anxiety’. It’s a very unpleasant sensation that can last from an hour to a couple of days, and it is one of the least fantastic aspects of being spiritually and energetically sensitive.

Oh, don’t get me wrong.  It’s not unbearable, and in fact I have worse feelings related to psychic work at times, especially if it involves violent crimes and dead people.

The biggest problem with psychic anxiety is this unshakable feeling of dread and unease, that sensation of icy chills and ‘something crawling over your grave’ as my Nana calls it.

People who are psychic, or sensitive, generally feel the highs and lows of life more acutely. I like this diagram below, because for me it represents the differences between me and someone who is less sensitive.

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Most people live in the middle of the red and green lines, and can go to the high or low of those fields, but may seldom do so. They also usually have a greater physical resilience, a robustness to them.

Energetically sensitive people are represented by the blue line.  We feel and react to energies both above and below those regular red and green bands, although we may also live somewhere in the middle of our band of felt frequencies most of the time. Sensitive people are just that – sensitive – and without the robustness of some other folk. We may act with great robustness for a while, while we are needed or need to get things done, but that sort of energetic output is always at a price.  And sometimes that price is high.

The blessing of sensitivity is that we can feel, see, connect with and know some wonderful and amazing things. It is easy for us to tap into creative flow, to feel love and gratitude, to notice things around us and with the emotions of people around us, and to get high on life…

The difficulty is that sometimes it connects us into those low energies, and this is a painful experience on a soul level, tough emotionally and sometimes physically hard as well.

Usually if I get a psychic message or connection out of the blue (in other words I’m not consciously inviting or controlling it) it feels like this – a big bang on an otherwise normal day:

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I get a sudden flood of images, sounds, sensations, feelings, knowledge – all flooding me with a great intensity.  It’s momentary, it passes; although the information will remain, the emotions and energetic kick dissipate quickly.

Psychic anxiety is different.  It’s like an unseen hand rachets up the control knob.  I can’t turn the emotions and energetic kick down or off, but I am also given no information. All I have is the feeling, sometimes so strong that it wipes me out in the same way a severe migraine might. Like an old TV with no image on the screen, cranking out a discordant sound that makes you want to cover your ears or run away screaming.

I know that certain things affect me.  When there are polar shifts I end up flat and exhausted, a little depressed, and often with big hormonal swings.  When there are solar flares I feel restless, unable to sleep, irritable and wound up tight.

But this, this is different.  And I’m grateful it doesn’t happen too often. It’s always tied into great disaster, injustice, cruelty, suffering, death. It’s either building up to happen, or happening as I feel it.

In the days to come the news may let me know what it was all about.  That’s how it was for September 11, the Bali bombing, the tsanamis in 2004 and again last year in Japan.

Sometimes I find out years later – a massacre in Kosovo, in Iraq, in Rwanda…

Sometimes I never find out at all.

So I ride it out.  I keep myself away from crowds.  I swim in the ocean.  I sit under trees, walk in the rain, spend time in the gracious and calming company of my cows.

When I feel stronger I meditate.  I pray.  I light candles. I flood the world with love.  It’s all that I can do. A tiny flicker of light in what can seem like a sea of darkness. But I do it anyway and hope that somehow it helps.