About nine years ago I had a flashback while my husband and I were horsing around. The room changed for a moment in time. We were in a room with stone walls. I saw heavy drapes and strange old fashioned furnishings. When I looked down at Butch, his face was slightly different and he had long curly dark hair as he laughed up at me. He was wearing clothes that were typical of a nobleman of that era. I, however, was wearing a barmaid type dress, complete with push up bodice. We were happy and I felt sure we had been in love within that lifetime too. It felt so real and yet surreal, I could hear the fire crackling behind me and the animal skins below my knees....and then it was gone...
Although I mentioned it to a few people and wrote it in my diary, I completely forgot about it until last Thursday...
I was lying in bed, sick and tired of being sick and tired. I was thinking about the grief expedition I'm on and wondered aloud whether there was more to why it was so all-consuming at times.
Past life healing has been nudging me a lot these past few months so I asked my guides and angels if there was more to my grief 'pain' and could they show me if I had any past life issues I needed to look at.
I was instantly taken back to that scene I described earlier. This time I wasn't a partcipant, but an observer.  In this past life, Butch had been a nobleman who had 'sought out my company' while he waited to get married. Although I worked in a tavern, I had a strong moral virtue and he had to work hard before I would agree to go to his bed. I was about 20, had a pretty face that always smiled and long red curly hair. We had lots of fun and laughs and I think we fell in love, even though it was never destined to be any more.
His future wife knew of our dalliance, but was resigned to it at first. After a while she began to question the duration of it and his reply was 'She amuses me.'
I fell pregnant and confided in my best friend, who then told the future wife. To prevent me doing any further damage, his wife to be arranged for me to be brutalised and beaten by some local louts.
I was then dumped on the side of the road. Although my injuries were horrific, I still carried the baby full term, leaving our son at an abbey where I stayed until he was born.
I couldn't bear to leave him, but I couldn't bear him to see how his mother looked. My left eye socket had been moved up and the bone had mended in such a way as to leave that eye unable to shut properly. My nose had been broken, as had my jaw, and my hearing had been affected. I now had a hideously deformed lump where my right shoulder should be and my arm was almost useless from having my arms pinned back. My beautiful red hair turned white and stringy almost overnight and I limped quite badly. I was so ugly, I felt ugly and I had lost all joy for life.
I walked painfully out of the village and spent the rest of my life in an old cottage in the mountains with an owl, a rat and a dog. I found a sort of pleasure discovering about herbs and flowers. People in the village closest to me thought I was a witch and asked for potions, which I made from nature.
The grief I felt about love lost and knowing I'd never see my nobleman again felt very real and I experienced this pain, even as an observer.
I died many years later, while gathering wild flowers on the mountainside, falling to my death on the rocks below.
As the scene disappeared and I returned to my bedroom, I asked my angels and guides for healing and realised there were a lot of similarities between my beliefs in my current life and those that I would have had in that one.  I never knew why groups of loud loutish men made me nervous. I've had serious shoulder problems for years...and yes, it's the right one! About the same time my shoulder began giving me grief, pain in my lower back sometimes affected the way I walked.
There have been a few Aha! moments since that day, as I realise some of my belief systems are cellular memories I've brought in with me this lifetime.
with love respect and integrity
Cherie xx

Sometimes we can experience situations or issues that repeat within our life that can be the leftover residue of a past existence. These can be unexplained symptoms, relationship problems, certain things that trigger a strong response from us or repetitve events, to name a few.
These can make us feel as if everyone is treating us unfairly and it must be a 'pattern' we attract. They can also cause severe reactions when things happen in our life. We don't understand why we've responded in such a way, sometimes we're even shocked at how we acted as a result.
On a cellular and a soul-ular level, we 'remember' events from our past lives, especially those ones that weren't completed in another lifetime.
For example, if you were stabbed in the throat you may find it difficult to swallow tablets. If molten metal was poured down your throat for speaking out, you may not want to speak your truth in this lifetime. If a huge slab of rock fell on your foot, you may have issues with that same foot within this lifetime.
We are fascinated in past life readings, we all want to hear about a time we were here before, to identify why we have a passion for a specific culture, or why we feel a sense of 'knowing' when we visit other countries.
Most of us (including me) hope it will be positive and uplifting, but sometimes this isn't the case. If we are carrying a 'lesson' we didn't learn in a past lifetime, there may be a disappointment attached to it.
With a past life reading it is important to look at what similarities there are in your past life and your present one to discover whether you have now resolved it within this lifetime or if you need to pay more attention to a particular issue. For example, if you were stabbed in the back by your men during a war, you might ask yourself if you are being 'stabbed in the back' by those you trust at work. 
Learning about a past life doesn't mean you need to get therapy or 'work on' yourself. The most important thing is to acknowledge the past life and it's lessons or pain, compare it to this one and decide whether you have finished with that particular lesson. A healing afterwards can be a good thing, to re-align your soul-ular and cellular body, but an ongoing permanent regular therapy isn't required.
Don't be disappointed if your past life reading isn't as positive or as uplifting as you may have expected. Instead, look truthfully at the lessons you attempted to learn in that lifetime, ask yourself if it's repeating within your present life and does it need closure or do you have it sorted this time around. After you have done that, acknowledge it for what it is and then let it go....
You might be surprised the difference a bit of knowledge makes!
with love, respect and integrity
Cherie xx
 

As we know colours can represent many things and it's well known that specific colours create certain emotional responses. Even though we may not be aware of it, sometimes we can wear specific colours to add strength to our chakras. We can also use colour to portray who we are to the world at large. If we want to look powerful and yet deflect other people's energy, we will wear black and red. If we are going through a period of change, orange is the signal colour. When we are feeling at one with the Universe, white is the colour of choice.
On the wheel shown here are some of the emotions attached to the basic colours -  there are many more, this is just a sampling. Different shades and hues can mean we are projecting more or less of that particular emotion.
When we aren't wearing a uniform, the colours we choose to wear say a lot about us, whether it's that we're feeling happy, invisible or at peace, etc.
When we are lacking in passion, or personal power, we may wear red to help boost that specific feeling. If we feel we are out of balance and our chakras need an extra boost, wearing the colour of that chakra will strengthen it and help to re-energise it. If we are feeling as if we don't trust in our own opinions; that we allow others to speak for us, we need to wear blue.
It's amazing how choosing the colours we choose can affect our emotions, responses and attitude for the day.
So, next time you get ready for your day and you are picking out what to wear, ask yourself 'What colour do I need to wear to feel more balanced?' or 'What emotion am I trying to project into the world?' 
Take notice of how you feel when you wear certain colours. Do some of them feel like overkill because you have an abundance of that specific emotion, or do you feel like you are in balance when you wear them?
Sometimes it's not about the style of clothes we wear, but the colours that resonate with our inner self and emotions. This can explain why a favourite item is hard to throw away, especially if every time you wore it, you felt a certain way.
So what colour are you wearing today.....?
with love, respect and integrity
Cherie xx

We all know the impact others have on us. When someone tells us how great a colour looks on us, we unconsciously wear more of it. If someone tells us we are ‘crap’ at something, like drawing or playing a sport, many of us doubt our abilities and lose interest in pursuing it further.
All too often what we believe is our truth originated in a comment or someone else's perception of who we are and what we are capable of.
As children we're told some of our dreams are ridiculous, that they can't possibly come true, that we aren't clever or creative enough. We're told not to be greedy, not to talk too loud or draw attention to ourselves. Good boys/girls don't do that and you don't want to be a bad girl/boy, do you?
If we had psychic gifts and weren't lucky enough to be born into a family that nurtured this, we soon learned to hide it, to reject our 'imaginary friends' and close off from our magical side. For years we towed the line, we pretended to be all the things our family and elders wanted. As time went by, we forgot who we were, how amazing, magnificent and unique we were.
We went to school and learnt that we needed to conform or be 'the same', we weren't always encouraged to have original thoughts or to know more than the person who taught us. We tried all sorts of activities and it was usually the teachers who decided whether we were any good at them. Enjoying something wasn't in the same category as succeding at it. Those that were up to the standard teachers needed were nurtured, while many others fell by the wayside.
By the time we went out into the workforce, a lot of us were 'shaped and molded', we weren't our true selves, we weren't even sure how to be ourselves. Peer pressure evolved as we did. As we grew older we discovered there were many peer groups that could stifle our originality, school had only been the beginning.
Then one day, we wake up! We realise we aren't living our truth, we know there's more to us than is visible to others. The problem is that not only are we unsure how to access this person, we're not even sure we'll like him/her...after all, isn't that why society had squashed them down, so they wouldn't escape?
Gradually, ever so gradually we unpack the person within, the magical and magnificent person that was there all along. Sometimes we saw slivers of them during our life, but now we release them and allow them to 'be'. We step into us!
Finding ourselves is about finally accepting the who of ourselves, warts and all.
So today, and everyday, I encourage you to embrace all of who you are, to acknowledge and celebrate your magnificence and to shed those outdated belief systems that prevent you from being You!

You're probably wondering about the significance of the picture at the top of this blog. When I was about 7, I painted a tree for art class, telling my teacher I had seen this tree and wanted one just like it. My teacher told me it was rubbish, that trees didn't look like that, I couldn't possibly have seen one like that and I was obviously a liar. She then said it wasn't even pretty and I would never be an artist. I never painted or drew again until I was in my twenties.
Yesterday, while I was surfing the internet, I came across this picture of the Tree of Life. It was just how I remembered it! What a lot of years I wasted believing I couldn't enjoy art because of one person's belief system.
...and how sad I couldn't tell her where I remembered it from.....!   ;-P 
with love, respect and integrity
Cherie xx

My GPS has an attitude problem! I know some of you won't find that the least bit surprising.
When I first moved to Brisbane from the Sunshine Coast I was worried I would get lost....so of course I did, countless times.
I was given a GPS (probably because everyone was getting a little tired of my 'anxiety calls'). I thought I was onto a winner here - no more getting lost for me! Ahh, but the truth was a different reality...
My GPS likes to do figure eights on the way to wherever I want to be. It doesn't matter what address I put in, it does a circle on either side of my destination, before I arrive. I tried ignoring it and going a different way, referring to it only as I got closer...but no, there was that figure eight again, just on a smaller scale.
Now I am aware of the significance of the figure eight and it's connection to Eternity, but today I was thinking along a different line.
We each have an internal GPS that can either take us in a direct line or meander and explore as we travel on our life journey.
As we rush about through our busy lives, we race from place to place, doing and more doing, until the day is done. We miss a lot of the beauty and the magic around us, as we try to find the more direct route to where we want to be.
There is so much more to life than we could ever believe. It's important we are open to the extra experiences in our life, the view, the synchronicity and chances that are only visible, if we pause for a while to notice them by living in the 'now'.
As for me, I allow extra time for my GPS to show me around Brisbane on the way to a client's home now. When I get lost, I don't stress like I used to, I admire the scenery, taking time to notice the magic in the world. I am thankful to my GPS who reminded me to slow down and to be 'present'. On the bright side, I even have a better idea of where I'm going now....with or without my GPS.
with love, respect and integrity
Cherie xx