Can’t sleep? Intuitive senses on overdrive? Blame it on the Moon!

“The moon does not fight. It attacks no one. It does not worry. It does not try to crush others. It keeps to its course, but by its very nature, it gently influences. What other body could pull an entire ocean from shore to shore? The moon is faithful to its nature and its power is never diminished.” 
~ Deng Ming-Dao

“She didn’t quite know what the relationship was between lunatics and the moon, but it must be a strong one, if they used a word like that to describe the insane.” 
~ Paulo Coelho

Hello, my sensitive friends!

I just want to reassure you if you’ve suddenly found yourself overly emotional, exhausted, tired but wired, unable to sleep, sleeping too much and can’t seem to wake up, having crazy dreams, anxiety on overdrive, psychic senses on high alert, flushing or feeling weird for no reason.

It’s the Moon. Or, to be more accurate, it’s the influence of Mercury, the Moon, Earth, Solar Flares and a Solar Eclipse. It will settle again in another 3 or 4 days.

Meanwhile, limit caffeine and sugar, increase your intake of magnesium or have an Epsom Salts bath or foot soak before bed, use Lavender, Ylang Ylang and Frankincense essential oils, eat more grounding foods like root vegetables and spend time in nature. Avoid crowds. Limit screen time too.

It’s actually a beautiful thing to be a sensitive soul if you manage it right. It’s a time for clarity, insights and increased awareness. So use this time for psychic work, journalling, resting, dreaming and your inner journey. If you haven’t signed up for my Journey of Transformation online course that would be a good step too!

Much love, Nicole <3 xx

The Strangeness that is Our Lives!

Thai Amulet

“Not only is the Universe stranger than we think, it is stranger than we can think.”
~ Werner Heisenberg, Across the Frontiers


Things often go missing in our household. We might not see them for days, months or even years. Then all of a sudden they reappear.

The picture above of is of a Thai Buddhist amulet that Ben usually wears on a leather thong around his neck. Ben has worn several Buddhist icons or amulets over the years and sometimes he will take that necklace off and hang it on the bedroom or bathroom door handle if he is going for a surf at the beach, or if it might not suit an outfit or an occasion. Within a day it is always back around his neck again.

Until it goes missing.

While I was in the city recovering from surgery recently Ben went to our farm to do chores and check on the animals. He was gone for a few days, and then came home, the amulet fast around his neck. It was on his neck when I hugged him goodnight. The next morning it was gone.

‘I must have taken it off’, Ben said when we noticed it missing. But it had been on his neck when he went to bed. He hadn’t been outside the house. He’d barely been up for five minutes.

Ben pulled the bedroom apart looking for it. And then proceeded to pull apart the house.


It was the first time something had gone missing while he was wearing it.


A week later the leather thong for the amulet turned up on the road outside our city house, directly in front of Ben’s feet one morning. There was no mistaking it. I’d tied the sliding knots on the thong myself, and the knots were still there, strong and proud. We’d walked past that spot so many times in the preceding days and there had been no leather thong. There had also been torrential rain the night before which should have washed it away. But there it was. Bone dry.

At first we were thrilled that it had turned up again, then on closer inspection we realised that the amulet was gone. The thong (strong thick leather!) had come apart like it had torn. The edges were soft and frayed as opposed to the sharp lines of a cut. We had no idea how it happened. It didn’t make sense.

This is not an irregular occurrence. Weird stuff like this happens on a semi-regular basis in our house. This time though, the amulet was still missing. Ben felt really sad about that, and we were sure it was lost for good.

‘Oh well,’ said Ben. “I guess that means we’ll have to go back to Thailand.’


A few days ago while we were at the farm I heard Ben cry out. He came in from outside with something in his hand. The amulet. It was dirty and tarnished but completely intact. Ben had just happened to look down as he had gone outside to put some scraps in the compost, and there it was in the dirt at his feet.

What are the chances of that?

As usual, we have no explanation.

Life’s like that around here sometimes.


The Magical Angel Talisman…

This beautiful image by Josephine Wall

This beautiful image by Josephine Wall

“Angels have no philosophy but love.” ~Terri Guillemets

When I woke this morning, there was a tiny silver talisman on my dressing table. It’s beautiful, and I have never seen it before.

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When my husband woke up I asked him where he got it.  He said he’d never seen it before either. And it wasn’t there when we went to bed.

Things seem to appear and disappear and then reappear again with alarming frequency in our household, but this one – I’m counting it as special!

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I can’t explain it, and I’m not even going to try! 🙂

May you know Angel Blessings and unexpected happiness too today.

Much love to you all ♥ xx

Weird stuff I can’t explain…

“There are three things we cry about in life, things that are lost, things that are found, and things that are magnificent.” ~ Doug Copeland

I live and work as a psychic.  No secret there. And there are certain activities that come as part of the territory with that.  But even so, some things still make me shake my head in wonder, surprise or pure amazement.

One of those is disappearing and reappearing stuff, for want of a better technical term.

Let me give you some recent examples.

A few weeks ago while in Brisbane my husband and I went to dinner, and had quite a late night.  The next morning, when we went to head out for breakfast, Ben couldn’t find his wallet. We didn’t stress about it. We were running late to meet friends, so we decided to look for it when we came home. Then we promptly forgot all about it.  Later that morning Ben went to pick up a delivery of farm equipment with another friend and, still unable to find his wallet, declared that his mate could shout them both coffee.

We didn’t give it another thought until four o’clock the next morning as we packed the ute, ready to head home to the farm before peak hour traffic began. Just as we were out the door we did a final check – keys, phones, laptops, wallet… Wallet! Still no wallet.

We turned the house upside down.  After two hours of searching we decided that our only course of action was to wait until the restaurant we’d been in the night before re-opened so we could see if perhaps Ben had left it there or dropped it on his way out.  We were resigned to having to cancel credit cards, get him a new license etc, as it seemed a remote possibility that he’d actually misplaced it.  Both of us remembered him holding it on his way to the car after paying for our meal.

Just after 8am there was a knock at our door.  The friend who’d helped Ben with the farm equipment the day before stood there with a wallet in his hands.  Ben’s wallet… He’d found it on the floor of his car fifteen minutes earlier. The look on our friend’s face was priceless. He had NO idea how it had got there.  Neither did we.  We ended up leaving hours after our planned departure, but the rest of our day went smoothly.  And we never did work out how Ben’s wallet suddenly reappeared in Tony’s car.

While a girlfriend was staying with us a week later, we decided to go out for dinner.  But I couldn’t find my long grey coat anywhere, even though I’d last seen it hanging on a hangar from one of the wardrobe door handles earlier that morning.  I was holding everyone up, so I grabbed another jacket and off we went.

I forgot all about the coat until a few days later when I got out of my office chair to go make a cup of tea after I’d posted my blog at about six in the morning.  When I came back into the room the missing coat was draped over the arms of the chair in a way that made it impossible to miss.

“You found my coat!” I said to my husband.  “Where was it?”

“I didn’t find it,” he said.  “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

We decided my friend must have borrowed it, forgot to tell me, and had then snuck out of bed to put it on my chair.

Of course when she woke up a few hours later, she debunked that theory.  My coat had disappeared and then magically reappeared all by itself.

And then today, we had the case of the reappearing electric razor.  Ben has been asking me if I’ve seen it for weeks. Whenever we were in Brisbane we figured we must have left it at the farm.  Whenever we’ve been at the farm we’ve assumed it was back in Brisbane.

Ben came out of the bathroom a few minutes ago and said, “You found my razor!”

“What razor?” I said.

“My missing razor,” he explained, his eyebrows raised in that oh-no-not-again look he sometimes gives me.

Carly, Ben and I all rushed into the bathroom to investigate.  We’ve been in and out of that room for days, and the razor wasn’t there.  And then suddenly it was.

The reappearing electric razor, in all its glory on the farm’s veranda bathroom vanity…

I know it’s weird but that’s just how life is around here sometimes…