Tonight I am going to share a personal story with you. As some of you know, almost 5 years ago, my husband Butch passed away (actually it is 4 years, 11 months and 13 hours, but who's counting?!). After he passed I pretty much lost my faith in everything, even Spirit....but at the same time, I desperately wanted to hear from him. He was sending signs and letting me know he was around, but like everyone who loses someone they love deeply, I wanted more. I was also profoundly depressed, so my vibration was so low, him coming to visit me would have been as easy as a plane landing in super thick fog....
So, anyway, a group of us decided to go on a road trip to the Gold Coast to see a highly recommended psychic. It was all going to be very exciting. We were going to stay the night there in a flash hotel, drinking strawberry daiquiris and chilling.
When it was my turn to have a reading one of the first questions I was asked was how long Butch and I had been together. (I have a feeling the first question, which should have got my antenna twitching was whether I was happily married, and I replied 'Well, I would be, but he's no longer here!')
I told her we'd been together just over 25 years, and she  said 'Oh no, only 12 years.'  I told her, 'No, we had definitely been together for over 25 years.'
She looked me in the eye and said 'Yes, but he didn't love you for the last 13!'
Well, I was shaken to the core. I was already depressed, this helped me sink to an all time low. I couldn't ask Butch to confirm or deny, and although she spoke for the best part of an hour, I didn't hear a word she said. All I could do was sit there, stunned, wondering if what she said could possibly be true.
I made light of it when we left, but within the hour, I had become really ill. Every part of me ached, I couldn't stop coughing and sneezing. I wanted to vomit so badly, I didn't think I would make it to the hotel.
We had all had 'interesting' readings, as I found out later, but in my weakened and grieving state, I was susceptible to the words she spoke. I won't go into my emotional, mental and physical state, but I can assure you it was very difficult to do anything except cry (or try not to, in front of anyone else).
This reading had a huge profound effect on me. I felt as if the rug had been pulled out from underneath me and that I had been living a lie for the last 13 years. I inspected every memory from the past and looked for clues or hints that would confirm what the psychic had said.
I became more insular and hid away from everyone, using my subsequent illness as an excuse. I actually felt ashamed, believing the truth had been staring me in the face and I had never noticed it. It took six months before I could even tell my Mum and daughter about what she had said. They both told me that it was a 'crock of shit', because anyone who knew us, knew how amazingly in love we were and how wonderful our love and relationship was....and you know what? Deep down inside, I knew that!
In time, I realised that what my family said was true, that this woman had not spoken my truth, or Butch's. I learned a valuable lesson from this, I learned that words have the power to maim, and sometimes kill. I also learned how not to do a reading. I learned never to allow my emotions to affect what I had to say to anyone, in a reading or in my day to day life.
Now you're probably wondering why I am sharing this story with you. Well, this morning, as I was about to leave for work, a strange thing happened. I tried to turn off my stereo, but the remote wouldn't work. I changed the batteries, still it wouldn't work. I listened to the words of the song, because I knew then that I was receiving a message. The song was 'True Love' and I stood there in my lounge listening to the last half, pushing the 'off' button. The song almost finished, and the radio station changed by itself and another song with a poignant message was playing. I found I could increase or reduce the volume using the remote, I could change the setting to dvd/cd, etc, but I couldn't change anything else (because you just know I had to try...!). The second song finished and my stereo switched off.  Message complete.
As I stood there, I could feel Butch's presence and arms around me, pretty much like in the picture above. What a beautiful way to start my day.....even if my eyes seemed to have developed a leak!
Our loved ones send us messages all the time, in so many ways. Sometimes we need to be open to what they are trying to say. I can't remember the title of the second song, but the words finally put to rights what this woman had incorrectly  told me a couple of years back. If only I had taken more notice then and trusted in what I believed to be true...
If someone does a reading for you, always, always ensure that it resonates. Don't just believe they have the answers just because they can talk to Spirit!
with love, respect and integrity
Cherie xx

For quite some time I have been getting nudges to write a book by Spirit. I had already begun one, which I was halfway through, when the nudges started turning into jostling and then full out jostling.
In June I went to visit my Mum and I told her that I felt I really needed to pause on the other book briefly so I could start writing this one. She asked why I was resisting writing the new one. I didn't really have a valid reason...don't you hate it when that happens?!
On the flight home, I pulled out the huge notebook I take everywhere, and began rapidly writing. The passenger next to me made a comment about how fast I was writing. It was almost as if my fingers had a life of their own, as the pages filled in a short space of time. After two hours, I put the pen down, knowing that , apart from a little proof reading and editing, the first part of my book was complete.
That same passenger turned to me and said 'As you wrote that, I was reminded of a song my Mum used to sing "I'm going to write the story of my life".'
I looked at him and said 'Well, that's pretty close. It's the story of 'our' life.' As I said that, I knew I had the name for my book.
This book will be written in separate 'parts', which eventually, will combine to create the 'whole story'. Each section will cover a different aspect of our lives, life plans, why we are here, karma, dis-ease and problems within our energy fields as well as what happens when we pass over. Of course this is only my perception, opinion and belief. I don't expect everyone or in fact, anyone to agree with me. What I do expect is that this book will create a question, discussion as well as being thought provoking.
If you purchase the first part, you will be notified when Part 2 is finished and given the option of buying it for AUD $2.00 as well.
If there are any changes to Part 1, ever, you will receive an updated copy by email at no extra charge.
When the book is complete, if you have purchased every 'Part', you will receive the whole merged e-book for free, in the format of your choice.
To purchase Part 1, please visit the Contact Cherie page. The details are at the bottom of the page.
with love, respect and integrity
Cherie xx

Today I was talking to someone about a decision they were struggling with. They were in love with someone, but that person was moving to another state and they weren't sure whether they should go along. This person did lots of logical analysis telling me all the reasons it wouldn't work and perhaps they should just stay put, and...see what developed....This is how our conversation went:
Me: So if you don't go, will you regret it?
Them: Well, yes. But what if it doesn't work out?
Me: What is the absolute worst thing that could happen?
Them: I could end up in a strange place with no friends.
Me: So have you made friends where you live now? What is the difference between making friends here or there?
Them: Hmm, well I have a family member I need to be around. I can't let them down.
Me: If that family member had a chance to do what you are doing, would they stay there for you, so they wouldn't let you down? ...just asking... I love asking the 'hard' questions!
Them: Well, I guess I needed someone to ask me probing questions, to help me get things in perspective.
Me: Life is full of opportunities. Some work. Some don't. There are no guarantees in life. So, ask yourself: 'In 20 years time, will I be living in regret or will I be happy with the choices I've made.' You are young. Even if you are stuck there for a year or four, it's only a small dent in your life span...and think of the wonderful experiences you can have there that you can't have right where you are now!
This was followed by a huge explanation of how the current plans this person had might not be compatible with the move, for a variety of reasons...and then they mentioned the 's' word....
Me: Are you trying to convince me or you?
Them: Me.... I'm 'scared' it might not work out. I need to stop thinking and let whatever happens happens.
Me: Yes, you are over-thinking, trying to be logical and rationalise and analyse. Just 'be'!
Them: And if it's meant to be, it will be!
Okay, so this wasn't quite what I had meant, so I decided to try my favourite ploy for helping people to recognise what they really want to do, but they are so busy focusing on what could go wrong, they can't 'hear' it.
Me: Okay, so think of the very worst thing that has ever happened to you. Where do you feel it? What does it feel like?
Them: My Heart? Like something's consuming it.. Like being breathless?
Me: Now think of the best thing. How does it feel and where?
Them: My heart and my tummy. Like everything is floating.
Me: Now think of the person you love. Which feeling do you get?
Them: The second one, because they are one of the best things that's happened to me!
I won't mention that I jokingly suggested meeting me was probably THE best thing in their life!
Me: Okay, so now think about moving.
Them: It scares me...instead of butterflies, it feels like rocks in my belly.
Me: Now think about staying right here.
Them: I don't know, I suppose I feel neutral...flat.
Me: Now think about not ever 'hooking up' with them again.
Them: Sad.
Me: Where?
Them: My heart.
Me: Now think about being with them/married.
Them: Butterflies and happiness..
Me: Where?
Them: My heart and my tummy again.
Me: So, can you see the pattern here? Your body will never lie to you. The bad and the good feelings are your true barometer. All else is fear. Fear isn't real. It's something we create so we don't have to leave our comfort zone.
Silence
Me: Gotcha!
This person came up with a viable solution that would enable them to test the waters and re-organise their life to incorporate this big change. As they told me their new 'plan', I couldn't help thinking: 'This person has gone from a place of fear and indecision to talking like someone without regrets! How awesome is that?!

How often do we feel the fear and believe doing nothing is what we really want to do? How often do we listen to the rocks in our stomach instead of the butterflies in our heart?
When we align with our emotions/true feelings, we are able to work out what we are creating with fear, and what is our true course.

Remember fear is what we create to avoid stepping out of our comfort zone...it isn't truth....it is our imagination taking flight. Lets bring it back down to earth, so we can realise our truth and our desired path.

with love, respect and integrity
Cherie xx

We never really know what each day holds for us, but as long as we adjust the wind in our sails as we go, and allow the Universe to guide us, it is amazing where we can sometimes end up...This morning I had an urgent need to go to the local markets. I had got it firmly entrenched in my head that I needed to go and buy some books, and that was clearly why I felt drawn to go.
When I arrived, my usual book stall wasn't there. I was a bit disappointed, but walked around looking at what else was available. There were other book stalls, but they just didn't have the books I was looking for, and I look forward to catching up with the lady who usually sells me books. I wandered aimlessly for a while, wondering why I was there. Surely there was a reason why I had felt such a dramatic pull this morning, in fact all week? As I walked along I asked my guides 'So, if I'm not here to buy books, why am I here?'
I paused to look at some crystals that were on display and was enjoying the energy of picking them up and holding them, when a young lady came up and stood next to me. She picked up a pendulum and began playing with it. I asked her 'So, did the pendulum tell you it was yours?' She looked up, surprised and asked me why I had said that.
I explained that crystals and pendulums 'choose' us. They call out to us, so we cannot resist picking them up and trying them out.
And so began an impromptu lesson on crystals and pendulums. When we had finished playing with the pendulum (the stall owner she was otherwise engaged doing a reading), she grabbed my arm and said 'I think I was meant to run into you today.'
I smiled, finally understanding the true synchronicity of this meeting, and my visit to the markets. I won't go into any details, but she needed some guidance and hadn't known where to turn. We sat on the garden wall and, with the help of my guides, I gave her some insight, inspiration and advice.
After we had said goodbye, I walked back to my car, realising there is no such thing as a wasted trip or a waste of time....as long as we remain open to what could happen.
Sometimes we get so caught up in what isn't going right for us, or that things haven't gone the way we planned, we forget to allow the Universe to offer some input.... We sometimes need to allow always for synchronicity, chance and magic, even if it takes us away from what we thought we were about to do!
with love, respect and integrity
Cherie xx

Do you notice this too? As I look around I mostly see people listening to their mobiles, tapping messages, checking facebook/messages and emails, making calls as they stand at a set of lights. What on earth do we do before mobile fones and technology became so advanced.
I see this every day and I can't help thinking that there is some amazing birdsongs and children laughing that are going missed while we listen to our favourite tracks. There are amazing cloud formations, beauty in nature and amazing spectacles along the way, if we but look up.
As we are 'plugged in', we miss out on meeting people and creating connections, seeing the beauty of the world around us, and possibly, just possibly, we might be missing out on synchronicity, magical opportunities and people who might become important in our lives.
~ Something to think about, isn't it?
with love, respect and integrity
Cherie xx

A couple of weeks ago I was looking after a sick grandie. As we were cuddling on the couch, Sesame Street was playing on the TV. I was singing along to one of those catchy songs, but after a while I stopped to listen to the words.....
You may or may not know this one, so I have added the link at the end, just in case you want to hear it again...or for the very first time.....
Anyway the words go like this: 'Sing, Sing a song. Sing it loud, sing it strong. Don't worry that it's not good enough for anyone else to hear, just sing, sing a song.'
I couldn't help thinking how apt this is. All too often we smother the secret sides of ourselves, our dreams, our fears,our triumphs, as well as our pain.
We can sometimes get so caught up in what other people will think or say about us, we keep our song to a 'low hum', or we don't even attempt to sing at all.
Sometimes we forget that it doesn't matter what anyone else's opinion is, because they aren't the focal point of our melody. They aren't even a part of the song, unless we choose to include them.
The 'song' is completely about the person who is singing along to the music...and the music...it can't be heard by everyone else....because it comes from within!
So lets remember to sing our song, loud and proud. Lets not reduce the volume to a whisper because someone else has an issue, an opinion, or believes they have the right to 'judge' our song.
Testing...two...two...two.... ♪♫♪♪♫♫♪♫♪ xx

Lets talk about karma. Today I was told by someone that the reason why their life has been so crappy is due to the karma they are receiving as a result of their behaviour in past lifetimes. Personally, I believe karma is a belief system. It is also a self flagellating system. There is no karma per se. What there is, is the responsibility for our actions, words and deeds. There is no one keeping a track of all the bad and good things we are doing. We are the 'record keepers'.
Karma is not a punishment eked out by anyone else. It is the belief system of the record keeper that dictates the severity and tenure of our karma. Karma isn't automatic punishment for anything we have ever done. Karma is brought about by our belief that we have done something wrong. Either we believe we should be punished or we don't...
This is why, some people, who have done horrendous things to other people, don't experience karma. They believe they were acting in their best interests and that their actions were justifiable - end of story. It also explains why some people lead charmed lives regardless of their actions, but then begin experiencing misfortune (read: karma) after they develop a conscience or feel responsible.
Sure, we can bring that belief of requiring punishment back in with us, as a cellular or soulular memory, into a following life, but thats all it is, a belief.
As long as we believe we need to be punished, or that we don't deserve a great life, we attract exactly what you are asking for.
To me, its not about serving time or being punished, it is about saying 'That was then, this is now. I am not the same person. I am not accountable for past life deeds and actions'
I am not 'dissing' anyone elses' beliefs or opinion, I am merely stating that my belief system is this, and it is up to everyone to decide what they believe.
We are not here to be judged. We are never found 'wanting'. We have certain lessons we have learnt in each lifetime. We chose them. Some were easy, some were kind, some where self serving, some were lovely, some were cruel, some were sad, and some were extremely difficult. 
There is no 'wrong' to be had, because we chose what experiences we would have, and the ones we would share with others. I know that's difficult to believe when we look at some of the terrible things people do to each other, but for us to learn all the many aspects of the physical plane, we have had to experience the good with the bad. This helps us to see all sides of everyone, the light as well as the shadow. It helps us to accept everyone for who they are without question, without judgement.
However, what we believe in, is what decides or dictates whether karma happens or not....
If we all lived in a way that we accept responsibility for our actions, respect all things and remain aware of what we are doing, not just to others, but also to ourselves, then words like karma would not exist. As record keepers, we would be redundant.
So before you start feeling you are being punished for something you don't recall, perhaps you need to remember this:
You are not a bad person, you never have been. You have just been fulfilling the lessons you chose in each lifetime. There is no blame...only learning!
If you want a way to help you 'let go' of this belief, tomorrow is full moon. Write a 'letter ' releasing yourself from any blame or consequence' and burn it when you are done.
with love, respect and integrity
Cherie xx

Let's talk a little about astral projection....
How many of us have felt that sudden rush of heat as we have woken up, or that strange jolt as we kinda 'fall into' our body again? Did you ever stop to consider you have been out all night travelling?
As a child, I used to get quite excited when I could feel a shift in the energy around me as I lay in bed, signalling that I was about to go on another 'trip'.
Now I'm older, I find it interesting to note that I sometimes have sore legs or arms from the 'work' I do at night.
I can remember going to a psychic when I was younger and her asking me if I felt I was here to do something specific. I said 'Yes, ever since I can remember I have felt that I have an important job to do but I have no idea what it is. As I get older I am getting a sense of urgency, as I worry that I am not fulfilling my life's purpose.' I then added, 'and I worry that it's somewhere in a third world country, because I don't even like camping!' I am truly inspired by those who visit these places and actually live amongst the people, while doing wonderful things, but seriously, it's just not for me.
She laughed and said 'But you are already doing it! Each night, you travel to far off places to help those less fortunate.'
This made perfect sense to me, because I would have snippets of memories where I running with children through forests, or building bricks out of mud. And sometimes, I would wake with an 'impression' of a bruise or unexplained aches and pains.
I don't always remember my travels, but I do know I go on them. I have visited parallel lives, other planets and even friends and family (both living and in spirit) to 'check up' on them.
Many years ago, before I realised that what I did as a child was actually astral travel, I bought a book to help me 'do it'. I was really disappointed in my purchase. Not only did the person who wrote it, have a guru complex, where two thirds of the book was all about him and how amazing he was, but he also created a lot of fear. In the end I donated the book to charity (I never throw books away, they are too precious). In subsequent conversations with others I have sensed this 'fear' all too often, so I've decided it's time it was laid to rest. So lets look at some of them:
What if you get lost?
There is no 'lost'. You are connected at the solar plexus with a beautiful cord (rather like an umbilical cord) that gives you as much leeway or length as you need. When  it is time to come home, you can be either 'reeled in', hence the jolting feeling, or you can just gradually enter your body when you are ready, which explains the sudden heat wave we feel as our astral body and physical body become 'one' again.
What if the cord was to break?
The cord will never break. The only way your astral or etheric body and your physical body can become separated is through death. Even then it is not an abrupt ending, it is a gentle floating up and out motion. The cord has to wither and separate, not snap.
What if someone/something tries to enter my body while I am away?
Well, should this extremely doubtful thing even begin to happen, your physical body would send a message along the cord and you would be back faster than someone/something could get past your toes! Your physical body is specifically made for you and all the parts of you. No one and nothing else will be welcome in your body, without your express invitation.
What if my house catches fire while I'm gone?
Once again, your physical body would 'call you' back.
Where can I go?
It is possible to set your intent and ask to travel to specific places. My favourite is to set up a test with someone, and ask them to place something on a table and I will tell them after I have visited, what it was. It is possible to go anywhere you choose, or just to let your astral/etheric body to have free range.
I can't astral travel, what shall I do?
Just because you can't remember whether you travel or not, doesn't mean it isn't happening. Instead of focusing on trying to, start noticing the areas/countries your dreams are set in. Start noticing any strange aches and pains that are not easily explained.
I think I travel, but I don't remember anything. Why not?
Sometimes we aren't meant to remember everything. Sometimes that information is stored within our inner wisdom and it is later,when we say something that we can't remember learning about or knowing, that the information is ready to be used or utilised.
If you have any other questions that I haven't thought of, please feel free to contact me on angelicattitude@live.com.au.
with love, respect and integrity
Cherie xx

I was talking to a businessman a couple of months ago, about nothing in particular. As we were chatting, I couldn't help noticing how huge and yellow his aura was. I wasn't sure how open he was to that subject, so I didn't say anything. An hour later we ran into each other again and chatted a bit more. After a nudge from my guides, I said to him 'Are you feeling a bit out of balance at the moment?' He looked at me a little surprised and replied that, yes, he was feeling as if things were a bit topsy turvy in his life and he didn't feel very settled...and then he asked me why I had asked.
I told him about his aura; that there was a yellow band extending about 60cm out from his body and it was vibrating as if it was out of kilter. I suggested he wear something purple or sleep with something purple beside his bed to help him 'find his balance'. I was surprised when he agreed to give it a try.
Today, while I was out shopping, I ran into him again. The first thing I noticed how settled and balanced and he appeared. His aura looked as it should and he couldn't wait to tell me that using purple had worked really well. He'd worn purple for a couple of days, used a purple pillowslip at night and even eaten purple food to help his body/aura connect in the way they should.
He asked if I remembered asking if he'd felt out of balance. Of course I did! He then told me he'd been facing a huge decision when we'd last spoken and he'd been struggling to make a decision, but after a couple of days doing his 'purple treatment', he'd been able to make the right choice.
As I walked away I thought to myself 'Of course he did, the yellow was signifying a lack of trust in his choices/inner wisdom, and the purple reconnected him with his innate wisdom and higher self/intuition!'
...have I mentioned I love what I do?!!
with love, respect and integrity
Cherie xx

Today I was thinking about life in general as I sat watching people in the mall.  An elderly man with a white stick was holding onto a trundler, while his wife led him out to the car park. I marvelled at the adaptability of humans, the fact he could trust his wife to lead the way; that just because he was visually impaired, he didn't stay home and sulk.
I felt inspired as I watched them slowly crossing the road and it made me think about the rest of us and the life path we are on. How often are we lead, almost blindly where we are meant to go? How often do we reach our destination, even though our eyes aren't focussed on that particular goal?  How often do we need to trust we are heading in the right direction, guided by unseen hands? How easy would it be to say 'I can't see where I'm heading, so I refuse to go any further?' 
When things are going wrong and life seems like a struggle, I sometimes wonder if it would be easier to just sit there and wait it out. Life seems a lot easier for those people who dodge the obstacles in their life, who find other ways to do what they want, but then, does that mean they miss out on what they are meant to learn? But I wonder, do they reach the destination that they planned or do they find themselves unable to avoid that path later in life, which then leads them to the destination they are meant to 'arrive at'.
If we try to avoid the 'stuff' that causes us sorrow and pain, does it catch up with us in another guise, on another part of our journey? Of course it does. Like when we decide not to take an opportunity because it doesn't feel right, but it is destined to be ours....it comes around again, maybe in a slightly different guise, but it we do revisit it.
We are here to learn a specific amount of lessons, to teach others in many ways and to experience all that life has to offer. Sometimes, it can feel as if we are being guided by unseen hands, especially when we believe we are heading in a particular direction, and when we get to the end of that path, we find the view isn't quite what we expected...in fact its better than we could have anticipated!
Isn't it great when we 'trust' in the journey...in our path?
with love, respect and integrity
Cherie xx

I know I have talked about this before, but I have an urge to 'chat' to you about it from a slightly different perspective.
I believe that before we come down to this earthly plane, we make a life plan, involving the people around us, what country we are born in, the bodies we are blessed with, the experiences we will have and the lessons we will learn to help us complete our life journey. Some of them were/are pleasant, some not so - and that is applicable for people, places and experiences/lessons written up in our plan.
All too often I hear people complain about their family, their parents who weren't that great, that life surely would have been better if they had only been born to a different family.
We chose our family, we chose our parents, our siblings, our grandparents. We chose them because they all had something to teach us, and in return, we had something to teach them. We may not have always liked the lesson, but we learnt it...well, most of the time....and if we didn't, we met someone else later on who provided the same lesson with a different slant to it.
We chose our names, we chose our birthdate, because we knew that the vibration we entered and lived in this world was important. We knew that we could 'tap into' some of our lessons and get some inside knowledge through astrology, palmistry and numerology. We knew there would be hints, signs along the way...some that would be subtle and comforting and others that were 'slap in the face' brutal and confronting.
We chose our bodies, we knew the lessons we would learn through the amazing physical form we had chosen. We knew part of our life plan was to learn to love ourselves unconditionally.
All the important people around us that are a part of our life, the good, the not so good and the downright nasty, we also chose...actually, we asked them to help us to learn specific lessons....and because they loved us, they agreed to come down to the physical plane with us. Such unconditional love! Some agreed to be our worst enemy, knowing we would not remember while we were down here that last lifetime we were best friends, lovers, siblings or family.
And anytime you feel there is no truth to what I'm saying, I want you to remember the image attached to this post. I received this earlier this year from a friend. This little girl (whose name has been changed for the purpose of this post) started this conversation out of the blue...without prompting, without knowing that what she said would be so incredible or validating...
The children coming through now remember so much more than the rest of us who came before. They are 'aware' and 'knowing', and there is less chance of them being 'squashed' by parents, family and society, as more of us embrace the knowledge that there is so much more to life than we could begin to comprehend.
Its important we honour their inner wisdom and sensitivity as well as nurturing our own. For they will help to bring about huge changes within our world....and we knew that before we came down to this earthly plane. We agreed to help!
with love, respect and integrity
Cherie xx

Tonight lets talk about protecting ourselves from being depleted by 'things', events and people around us. All too often we can find we are completely exhausted after a day at work, even though we aren't busy or rushing. When someone leaves after visiting us for a short while, we can feel as if our energy has been sapped by them, the conversation or the energy they hold around them. If we are working continually around computers or electronic equipment, we can feel as if our eyes or head feel a little fuzzy around the edges. When we are in a large group of people, we can begin to feel extremely tired as well.
Sometimes its the energy from those around us, sometimes, its the things, sometimes its the situation, sometimes its the energy in the area we live, or even the world as international events bombard us from TV, internet and radio.
Its important we learn how to help ourselves, how to protect ourselves and how to ensure we retain our energy, rather than allowing others to siphon or 'steal' it from us.
Its not difficult, it doesn't take long and it doesn't have to cost a cent, and the benefits are feeling energised, happy and balanced.
1. In the morning, when you get out of bed, imagine you are stepping into a bubble of protection. Acknowledge it and go about your day. Remember to take it off at night, so you are conscious of being in your bubble. You don't have to continually think about it. It is just 'there'...you don't think about breathing or air all day, but it's there, right? If you do think about it, just smile and be grateful for the protection you are enveloped in.....
2. Imagine mirrors all around you, slightly tilted upward. Imagine that any negative energy coming toward you is reflected upward to the ethers, where it is cleansed, purified and returned all clean and positive.
3. Wearing crystals on your person (bra, pocket, handbag), especially onyx, tigers eye, tourmaline and smoky quartz is also a great way to protect your energy fields
4. If you are around computers or work in a negative environment, place a smoky quartz, rose quartz, fluorite or obsidian on your desk/behind the computer. They will absorb the negativity and raise the vibration of the environment.
5. If you have trouble remembering to do any of these and you have to go in the car each day, put a piece of paper/cardboard on your dashboard to remind you to surround yourself with white light. Each time you get in the car, you will see it and consciously 'switch on' the white light. Imagine flicking on the switch as you turn the key or do up your seat belt.
6. If you have time sit or stand and imagine a beautiful pillar of light coming down into your crown chakra. Imagine it filling you completely with the white light of love, flowing out through the soles of your feet and coming up and around you to create your bubble of white light.
7. If you forgot to protect yourself beforehand and you are feeling low on energy, drained or just plain exhausted, it is a good idea to cut the energy cords between you and work, the situation or the person/s involved. Stand up and bring your hands up quickly to clap just above your crown chakra. This is an awesome way to dispel negativity around you. If I have had a rough day, I do this before bed, so I am free of the trials and tribulations of my day.
8. If you feel that the energy around you is more of a psychic drain/attack than an energy seepage then wearing, carrying or sleeping with fluorite by your bed is a great way to dispel it.
9. If you are finding the energy in your home draining, place small bunches of rosemary with pink flowers around. This will raise the vibration and help dispel the negative energy. (this is also really great if you are wanting to sell your house)
10. Saved the easiest one for last....centre yourself by slow, steady breathing. Imagine yourself filling up with pure white light and exhaling any old or negative energy. See it filling you completely and extending out in a bubble around you.
Remember intent is everything. If you forget your crystals, then think to yourself 'My intent is that I have my crystal with me today'. If you forgot to 'protect' yourself, don't get stressed, just state your intent. 'I am protected by my bubble/a circle of mirrors. '
You will forget every now and then when you first start, but after a while, it will be as easy as kneeling on the ground to slip on your shoes and knowing that the bubble just slid over as you stood up!
with love, respect and integrity
Cherie xx

While I was out yesterday, I was asked about my 'journey' to being a psychic medium (although, I have to say that at size 8-10, I am more of a small!). As I spoke about some of my experiences, one lady said to me 'Ahh, but that's because you were born with that power and those gifts.'
There is a perception, and may I emphasise that it 
is just a perception, that some of us are born with bigger and better gifts than everyone else. This just isn't true. We all have the power within us, we are all born incredibly multi-talented, but we choose which ones resonate best with us. We come into this world all-knowing, with all our gifts and talents from past lives as well. There are so many options for us, but it is all about choice.
Imagine that there is a huge energetic dome around each of us, and listed in a pale white colour, are all the talents we can draw upon in this lifetime. As we reach up and touch any, they glow a beautiful gold colour and are absorbed through the tips of our fingers and down into our present body.
However, if we don't believe we are a 'part' of this talent, if we aren't really interested in that talent, after we have absorbed it, it can fade away into the background. Later on, we may decide to call on it again and it will 're-ignite' for us.
Quite often when we follow one path and then head in another direction which leads us to a place where our original path would have led us, we can see that the talent or ability we chose was definitely for us, just maybe not at the time we first selected it.
We all have the power to heal, to sense spirit and to receive messages, just as we all have the power to sing, dance and draw. The only thing that prevents us is our mind!
I can even give you proof of this. I can't draw well, although I desperately want to. As a child I was belittled by a teacher, and even though I'm an adult now, there is still a doubt placed in my belief system from that experience. 
I was once asked to draw a baby on a paper plate, while holding it against my forehead. I joked that I could probably do quite well, because my thoughts and belief systems couldn't affect the outcome without seeing what I was doing. When I took the plate down and looked, I couldn't believe how much my picture looked like a baby. Even without seeing what I was doing, the arms and legs were attached, facial features were in proportion and I had even drawn a belly button in the right place! 
I was thinking earlier about how, as a 20-30 something, I tried my hand at many activities; sewing, knitting, painting, making dolls, embroidery, screen printing, writing articles, gardening, growing roses from cuttings, learning french, designing websites, making candles, catering, acting, producing a concert...well, hey, the list is probably too long to keep going, but I'm sure you get the idea. I would do all of these things, until I had mastered them and could do them perfectly, and then I moved on, usually never bothering to do it anymore. I know now that I was touching all those gifts within my energetic dome, to see if I really could use them all.
Back to my conversation from yesterday...We all choose which skills and talents we want to choose every moment of every day. It is up to us to believe we can - to actually reach out and touch our dome, to remind us that we have everything we need right at our fingertips.
A lot of what I tried in my 20-30s span are still a part of me and I reignite them when I need to....I had a client the other day who was pretending to speak french, and I blew him away by replying. We never forget what we learn, we just stash it away for later or when it's needed or necessary. Although I have a first aid certificate, if you asked me how to respond to a specific first aid emergency, the chances are I would fumble my answer, but when confronted with the actual event, my inner knowing would ignite and I would do what was necessary.
I'm sure there are parts of you that you recognise right now that you know would be the same, that you have allowed to 'sit' in the background. I also would wager that you can think of lots of gifts you have 'tapped into' and absorbed during your life, without even realising you were doing it.
You have everything you need within you and within your energetic orb. No person has more than the other, we are all given the same chances and the same gifts. If anyone seems to be more powerful, it is just because they believe in themselves, and what they can do. They don't have limits or boundaries.
The power is within you and its ALL about self belief and self confidence!
with love, respect and integrity
Cherie xx

We all get signs in various ways and sometimes if we're aware of the synchronicity around each message, we can take notice of what we are being told or nudged to change within our lives.
As I've mentioned before, it isn't until after the third similar sign or message that I usually have an Aha! moment, (much to the irritation of my guides and angels, I'm sure!) 
So, the other week I noticed a pattern forming. The first sign I had was as I was walking through someone's lounge and Big Bang Theory was on. (I love this comedy). They were talking about psychics and how Sheldon couldn't believe he was dating a girl who believed in psychics.
The next day I overheard a conversation,while at work, about psychics and lets face it, it wasn't the most complimentary debate.
That night I was getting my hair done and, although the radio was on the whole tim,e it wasn't until they began pooh-poohing psychics that I took any notice.
That weekend I was talking to my good friend Karen about the synchronicity of these three, obviously connected, signs. I asked her what she thought it was all about, and if there was a message I might need to take notice of.
She thought for a few seconds and asked 'When you introduce yourself to people and they ask what you do, what do you reply?'
I smiled and said 'I work part time at a bank'
She said 'So, do you tell them what else you do?'

'Umm, well I might tell them I am a massage therapist, reiki practitioner, an author or teacher...'
'Do you say you're a psychic?' When I shook my head, she asked 'Why do you think that is? And why do you say you work at a bank when it's only part-time and everything else you do is part of who you are?' (you can always rely on Karen to cut to the chase)
'Ahh, well, umm, I....guess it's because there is less fear and less judgement...and less pressure'
Actually when I tell some people I'm a psychic, for some reason I can't fathom, they instantly believe I can read their minds. I watch as they struggle not to 'think' anything with this whole conversation going on in their head 'I mustn't think...I mustn't think..I wonder how long it will take before she stops looking into my head, oh crap, I did it, I just thought of something...now she knows what I thought...stop thinking...stop thinking...!'
The mischief side of me watches and desperately wants to say 'I bet I know what you're thinking...!'
Of course there's also those that say 'Well, what do you get from me? Who's around me? What does my guide look like? What does the future hold for me?'
Anyway, back to my original story...
I am who I am. Being psychic or a healer is all part of what makes me who I am, so why didn't I say 'Hi, I'm Cherie, I'm a psychic, an author and a healer, oh and I work part time at a bank...'
A part of me understands why I didn't, but another part doesn't. I need to change the way I view myself, or lets face it, the messages and signals will just get bigger and more obvious. Its time to 'own me' and honour who I truly am. Since then I have made a concerted effort to be true to my gifts, instead of only taking them out when it suits. It has been surprising to discover that, the majority have been extremely receptive and willing to talk (and think) about their own experiences that they too had kept hidden away.
So, my question to you is, what parts of you are you keeping hidden? What hidden parts of you need to be acknowledged and honoured? Is it time you celebrated all of who you are as well?
with love, respect and integrity
Cherie xx

The next morning I told Gae I wanted to take Grandma 'flying' again. I felt it would be different after last night's conversation.
There weren't many visitors around 10am, so we settled down beside her, 
As I took her hand, we were suddenly standing in front of a circular glass elevator. At the time I thought it was a bit strange, but decided it was probably easier than flying. 
We stepped inside and I reminded Grandma we could come back whenever she wanted, and that if she wanted to stay, she only had to let go of my hand and I would come back by myself. The lift whooshed up and suddenly we were flying!
We travelled to all manner of places to visit Grandma's relations and friends in spirit. We went to beautiful gardens, simple houses, and even to other planets. Each time there was someone who called out in greeting to her. I wasn't privy to the conversations, waiting in the background until Grandma was ready to fly to the next place. There was much joy and excitement everywhere we went.
At one stage a face appeared directly in front of Grandma's and she let out a startled moan (which I could hear on a physical level). The spirit stepped back a bit and Grandma smiled in recognition. 
After what seemed to be hours, but was in actual fact only 10 minutes, we were brought back by a knock at the door.
It was another magical night with music, laughter and many visitors. Grandma's breathing was quite laboured and we took turns giving her reiki.
Later that night, when there was only two of us in the room, I was told that Grandma wasn't getting enough oxygen for full brain function, that the only part working would be her primal functions located in her frontal lobe. (This is also the place in our brain where we connect to source or meditate)
As he was telling me this, Grandma's eyes were looking at me. I 'told' her that this was just one person's belief and I would still talk to her. She relaxed.
Sometime later my Dad and I were sitting on either side of her, holding her hands. I said to Dad that I would give her reiki once someone else came to hold her hand.
Another cousin, Kaye, came into the room, sitting on the bed against the wall. We chatted for a while. Suddenly Grandma slapped my hand four times. I looked at the other two and asked 'Did you see that?!' They hadn't. They did see it when she did it again. We all laughed, remembering this was Grandma's usual way of saying 'Make haste!'
When she did it for the third time, Kaye said 'Perhaps she's telling you there is someone else to take her hand now and it's best if you 'make haste' and give her some reiki!'
When I moved up to the top of the bed and placed my hands under her head, she visibly relaxed and sighed, before falling asleep.
I woke up frequently during the night, emulating Grandma's breathing, so I could 'see' if it was becoming worse. There was a buzz of voices in the room, as the 'welcoming committee' chatted amongst themselves.
The next morning, Grandma's breathing had eased off and her pulse was strong and steady. I went to have a shower, while different 'angels' went home for a quick trip. 
In Grandma's bathroom was a commode on wheels. I pushed it up into the far end of the room and faced it away from me.
As I was drying off, the commode turned and came towards me, stopping about 40cm away.... A short time later, Kaye knocked on the door, telling me to hurry up and come out. Grandma passed away quietly and peacefully soon after, with us all around her.
It was only later we discovered that all of us had received a sign or a 'thought' which preventing us from leaving her place as planned...and some of us had felt an urgent need to be at her place at that particular moment.
....there is no such thing as a coincidence...
with love, respect and integrity
Cherie xx

Late at night, after everyone had left, my Dad and us night angel cousins, would prepare and get comfortable in our sleeping areas on chairs, couches, mattresses. Sometimes I would doze on the mattress, often aware we weren’t alone in the room. There were times it was like being at a large party, as I would overhear snippets of conversation from our combined spirit family. I would look up from my mattress to see if it had been a part of a ‘physical’ conversation and would be rewarded with a blank stare or strange look from everyone else.
I was chatting with my cousins one morning about signs we receive when those we love in spirit visit. Poppa had died over 50 years ago, so we were trying to work out how we’d know if he was in the room. Later that night while I was in Grandma’s room and I heard something I hadn’t heard in a while.
I ran out to the kitchen with a huge grin on my face. ‘Whistling! Poppa used to whistle!’
‘What made you think of that after all these hours?’
I just smiled, knowing that I’d been given an awesome hint.
Grandma’s radio had always been temperamental (with a little help, I’m sure) and when I’d visited her last time, it had driven me crazy as it flicked on and off, the volume went up and down, or it just flat out refused to play some of my favourite CDs. Of course the gospel ones seemed to work no problem…
Most of the time we didn’t bother with it, there were plenty enough of us around the house, we didn’t need background music, until the music angels arrived, anyway. One day the radio started, then stopped. A couple of people tried to get it to work, and I laughingly said maybe it needed me to come over and give it a ‘rev up’.
I had almost reached it when it flicked itself on again. Hmmm...
As I mentioned earlier, my Grandma was deaf and had no hearing aids. I am a light speaker, even when I yell, so I didn’t bother trying to make myself heard. Instead I began talking to Grandma telepathically. At first I wasn’t even aware I was doing it, it just felt normal. It wasn’t until I was telling her something that she clearly disagreed with, and she was shaking her head at me, that I knew she could hear me.
Gradually people had to go back to their homes and our numbers thinned. It was sad to see everyone go, and sad for them to know they were leaving Grandma too. 
The music still played every night and those wonderful food angels kept us well fed.
One day, there were just two of us there with Grandma, my cousin Gae and I. Gae told me a wonderful story about how everyone in their family had the opportunity to say goodbye to her Mum by telephone, even though they couldn’t be there personally. 
I loved the idea and, as we were there alone, the timing was perfect. I sent texts to my Mum, and children, asking them if they wanted to ring and say goodbye to Grandma. I cannot explain the emotion of that time, as they each rang and said their final farewell. Gae and I sobbing as Grandma acknowledged them by making a noise or flickering her eyelids. It was beautiful and heartwarming to know that although they were so far away, they had had the opportunity to do so. There are times when technology is our best friend.
It felt as if something or someone was preventing Grandma from leaving us behind. I have to admit there was a lot of healing taking place, old rifts were patched up, disagreements forgotten and all of us remembering to be grateful for the love Grandma had instilled in us. Still, it felt as if something wasn’t quite ‘finished’ yet.
We began talking to our respective fathers, making sure they had told their Mum that it was okay for her to leave. Some found it harder than others, but they all did it.
As her health deteriorated, there were some who couldn’t bear to see her and we made sure to let them know that they didn’t need to, that she knew they loved her and that was all that mattered. There is no right or wrong when it comes to someone you love passing. It’s about being true to you and not forcing yourself to do something you aren’t comfortable with. All too often people do whats expected and regret that they didn’t just follow their own wants or needs.
Three days before Grandma’s passing, I had a nudge, an urge to take her flying. I’d never done it before, I didn’t even know if I could, but I felt I really needed to try…and it needed to be today. I explained to the other ‘day angels’ what I wanted to do and we pushed a bed up against hers. I lay the opposite way, holding her hand in mine.
Almost before I had a chance to close my eyes, we were off flying. Grandma wasn’t so sure it was a good idea, and let out a groan as we went up. I kept saying ‘It’s okay Grandma, I’m just showing you around. We can go back anytime you like. I just want you to see what’s waiting for you.’
She was okay for a while, and then she pulled my arm, saying ‘Kar go!’ (Norfolk for ‘Can’t go!’)
I told her it was fine, there was nothing to be scared of, she didn’t have to go if she didn’t want to and she could come back anytime she liked. She grabbed my hand and pulled me back down on the bed. We tried again, with the same result. As keen as she was to explore, I knew there was something holding her back and there was no point in pushing her.
Later that night, I was chatting with someone, with the same religious beliefs as Grandma, on the other side of the bed. Now usually I avoid any kind of religious discussion. I believe everyone is entitled to their opinion and beliefs, I don’t want to convince them otherwise and I certainly don’t want them to try to tell me what’s what either!
Needless to say, I was shocked when the words came out of my mouth: ‘Do you believe in the afterlife?’
‘No, there's nothing!’
‘So you don’t believe that our spirit family come back to take us home?’
‘No, there is nothing. We are buried and after a thousand years, God calls us from our graves to take us home. What do you believe?’
‘I believe that our spirit family returns to take us back to Source/God’
‘Ah, so you are a Creationist? We are not of God, we are created from the breath of God’
‘Really? I think if you read your bible, you will see that we are made of God and in his own image.’
‘I believe that none shall pass into heaven, unless they accept God.’
‘Ahh, so that means you can be a paedophile, a murderer or such like and as long as you repent before you die, you can still go to heaven?’
‘Well, yes, as long as you have accepted there is only one God. Do you believe in hell?’
‘I don’t believe you have to be a church goer to be a good person. I also believe that hell is what you make it. It can be here on earth if that is what you believe.’
‘So how do you feel about evil?’
‘I believe there is balance in all things. There is no good without bad, no positive without a negative.’
‘How do you work that out?’
‘There has to be good and bad, to create balance. We try so hard to hide our shadow side, but it is in accepting all of ourself, we are able to achieve balance. You can call me a bitch, as if that’s a bad thing, but when I need to stick up for myself, it is important that I tap into my ‘inner bitch’ that rests in my shadow side.’
‘Well what do you think happens when you die?’
‘I believe that dying it is like taking off a suit. Our spirit returns to Source/God and the physical body or suit is discarded.’
‘So why do you think we are here?’
‘We choose various life lessons to learn on this earthly plane. For example, supposing we choose to be born into a life with no money, become rich and then lose it all, but reconcile to the fact that money wasn’t what made us happy in the first place. We go back to God and he says ‘Well done! You did a great job!’’
‘And what if we didn’t achieve all that?’
‘Then he still says ‘Well done! You did a great job!’’
‘So, what is your take on the Godhead?’
About now, I’m thinking I have bitten off more than I can chew, but I can see Grandma is listening intently to everything that is being said.
‘Hmm, you better explain what that is and I will give you my opinion, if I can.’
‘Well, there’s God, the father, Jesus, who came down here to show us the error of our ways and then there’s the Holy Spirit.’
‘Ahh! So what you’re saying is that there is God, the Creator, the Source. Then there’s Jesus, who lived a physical life here on earth and then there’s the Holy Spirit, which is our soul or life force that goes back to God, the Creator.’
There was silence for a moment, as he thought about what I had said. I changed the subject and left the room a little while later. Not one person had wandered into the room during our half hour discussion, so I knew there was a reason it had happened.
Later, I overheard him talking to one of my cousins, saying ‘It’s amazing what you learn that’s not in the manual.’
Dare I mention I was doing a victory dance in the hallway about then? I now knew why Grandma felt it hard to believe there were spirit family in the room or that we could fly. Within her belief system, she probably thought she was hallucinating.
I couldn’t have had a conversation like that in my younger days. It is only now I realise how important it is to respect others beliefs and not try to sway them, but perhaps to ‘create a question’, so they can look at things from a different perspective.
Okay, that’s enough for now for part 2. I’ll finish Grandma’s journey in the next part.
With love, respect and integrity
Love Cherie xx

As some of you know, I recently made a trip to Norfolk Island to help nurse my Grandma. It was such an honour to be a part of her last physical journey.
Grandma had a large family – 7 children, 37 grandchildren, approx 50 great grandchildren and around 14 great great grandchildren, so as you can imagine there were a few of us.
It was a few days before we realised she had ‘called in’ her grandchildren, and a lot of us answered the call - some from close by and others from overseas.
There was a constant stream of family popping in to see Grandma, kissing her, talking to her and letting her know how much they loved her. It was beautiful. I cannot begin to explain the energy of Grandma’s house. It was positive, it was uplifting and it was love! Those who could play instruments did, those who could sing, sang (even those like me, who couldn’t, sang anyway)
One night, as the family ‘orchestra’ and ‘choir’ were playing, I was sitting beside Grandma, holding her hand, and singing along to some of the old favourites from my childhood. Big family dinners and sing-a-longs used to be a common occurrence in Grandma’s house. A younger cousin sat down and asked me if I believed Grandma could hear us talking to her. Grandma had been using a hearing aid for many years, but it had been misplaced somewhere between the hospital and home.
I explained that although Grandma couldn’t hear on a physical level, she could ‘hear’ on a soul-ular level. I then smiled, adding that it was just as well her hearing aids had been lost, so she couldn’t hear me singing. My cousin said ‘Oh, it can’t be that bad!’
I pointed at the front window, saying ‘See that crack in the window? I did that!’
Grandma, opened her eyes, lifted her head off the pillow slightly and said ‘That window has always been like that!’
To say my cousin almost fell off her chair would be an understatement!
(when I lived on Norfolk, many years ago, that window had been cracked…)
Days were spent with the daytime angels either lying or sitting beside Grandma, talking to her, gently and lovingly massaging her hands, legs and feet, chatting amongst ourselves or singing. We took turns keeping her company, ensuring she was comfortable and happy, helped with household duties and keeping other family members up to date with her progress. There was a bed set up on each side of hers, so we could lie next to her as she and we rested. When visitors arrived, we pushed the beds against the walls and pulled up chairs.
Early evening, the ‘food angels’ would come, bearing the most amazing dinners. For over a week, I forgot how to cook, as meals, cakes and cups of tea were continually appearing. We had plenty of fruit as well, especially watermelon, which fast became a family joke, as we tried to fob off the surplus to anyone who stated they were peckish.
The ‘music angels’ would begin playing music or singing as the ‘dishes angels’ worked their magic. We all knew our strengths and fit together like a much loved jigsaw puzzle. If one of us was uncomfortable doing one chore, someone else would step into it.
The ‘night angel’ shift comprised of the ‘day angels’ who didn’t have family to take care of and those who worked during the day. We all slept in her room, on mattresses or on the beds/chairs.
Most of the time there were two of us in the room with her, although sometimes we organised for our own ‘special time’ alone with Grandma. When a family member arrived, there was no ego or selfishness, we would all step away to allow them to ‘have their time’ with her. In fact, when someone walked in the first thing that was said after hello, was usually ‘Do you want to sit here?’ We all wanted to be around Grandma, but we all respected and loved each other enough to share.
When Grandma was restless, I would give her reiki. I didn’t do it in a ‘Stand back, I’m a powerful healer’ way. Instead, I would subtly step up to the bed and hold the front of her ankles, which is an awesome entry point for reiki energy. Almost instantly and visibly, she would begin to relax.
As time went by, other family members didn’t find it so strange that the room was so warm, or that I would hold her hand and ankles. In fact I encouraged some of my cousins to learn how to give her reiki too. Mind you, I am of the belief that we all have energy healing power within each and every one of us, but sometimes we need the extra push, that validation or just to experience it firsthand before we will believe it to be so.
I gave them a very basic first lesson and we practised on Grandma and a few cousins, with very positive effects.
As we laughed, joked and talked through our sessions, the mystery and strangeness of reiki disappeared and others showed an interest in what we were doing.
Grandma loved the reiki and we could almost hear her body ‘sigh’ as we sent loving energy her way – not to heal her, but to help her on her transitional journey.
I have always believed that the higher the vibration or energy field around you, the easier it is for our guides, angel and spirit family to make contact. As they have to lower their vibration so we can be aware of them, which can be extremely tiring for them, which is why, quite often, the visits are brief. The energy field around Grandma’s was so incredible, with all this love energy, music and singing, I believe it was a lot easier for our spirit family to visit, and stay a while.
As a psychic, I was aware of the masses of spirits who had come to see Grandma. There was a line out the door and quite often they were three deep in the room. I remember one day standing at the top of Grandma’s bed giving her reiki as a lot of her spirit family filed into the room. As each person appeared in the doorway, I felt such a beautiful feeling of love, respect and anticipation. They were ready to take her ‘home’, when she was ready to leave. As I recognised those familiar faces, the tears welled up in my eyes and coursed down my face. It was like a beautiful reunion and I felt so honoured to be able to see those loved ones I hadn’t seen for so long.
I’ll write more in my next blog.
With love, respect and integrity
Cherie xx

I want to share a funny story with you that I have been getting a lot of mileage out of since my trip to Norfolk Island. I have changed the names so that I don't upset anyone inadvertently.
I am a widow, and as such, I have been subject to expectation, perception and opinion that, apparently, dictates I am prone to stealing husbands/partners and boyfriends. This has annoyed me for some time and created a 'defensive' attitude (another one of my 'attitudes'!) Even on the day that Butch passed this judgement was surprisingly passed on me (pfft! as if that would be uppermost in my mind!). I won't go any further into that particular subject as I don't want to get up on my soapbox!
During my Grandma's transition journey, there were many spirits around her home, both inside and lined up outside. She would have been 103 this month, so I can confidently say she had contact with many people in her lifetime.
One morning I was walking between my Dad’s and Grandma’s and said without thinking ‘Hello Marcus!’ I stopped dead in my tracks and asked ‘Marcus? Who’s Marcus?’ At that moment a beautiful spirit stepped forward and told me his formal name. I repeated my greeting and carried on to Grandma's.
A few of my cousins were in the kitchen and I asked, as I sat down ‘Does anyone know a Marcus?’ I then repeated his full name. It turned out he was the father in law of one of my cousins and he'd passed on years before. Another cousin showed me a photo with a group of men I didn’t recognise, but one seemed strangely familiar. It was Marcus.
After the funeral, I was at Grandma's 'wake', standing around awkwardly, as you do. A woman walked up to me. She stood directly in front of me and said "I hear you've been seeing my husband!'
I immediately went into defensive mode, throwing up my hands, taking a step back, saying 'Not me! I'm not that kind of woman!'
She looked at me strangely as she told me Marcus was her husband!
...see what happens when you 'buy into' someone else's perception of who you are?!
with love, respect and integrity
Cherie xx

I don't know whether you've noticed the change in energy around us.  When it first happened, in early December, it felt like a dark energetic cloud had enveloped all of us. People became excessively emotional and I remember saying to a few people, that... nergy changed and it felt as if there was a dark energetic cloud that enveloped all of us. I remember saying to a few people, that it would take until the 16th of January for it to dissipate.
I was reminded of that the other day and yes, I can feel the changes, and I'm sure plenty of you can too. Have you been having vivid dreams, strange experiences, synchronicity, voices singing or calling out your name, just to name a few? Well here is my belief about what is happening, and I must emphasise it is my belief. You don't have to agree with it or even read about it, because that is your choice and your belief that you must follow.
The veil between the worlds is thinner than it has been in a long time, so those on the other side, whether they are angels, guides or our spirit family are better able to assist us. Where once they had to lower their vibration dramatically to get through the veil, they can now 'walk through' a lot easier. They are able to ensure we have more synchronicity and signs within our lives as they help us to remember what we are here for, what we chose as our life plan this lifetime.
This can be a bit frightening if you get a visit from the other side and you aren't sure why or how to react.
When we wrote our life plan, we created some 'clues' or' signs' to remind us of our mission here on earth. We asked our guides to remind us, for events to help us realise we weren't alone and that we can be master manifestors, if we so choose. It started off as something simple like the number 11, which is why many of us see 11 within our day to day life. This was the call to the lightworker, it was a reminder that we agreed to be a part of this shift in consciousness, from this way of being. We signed our name on the dotted line and we asked for a wake up call.
Butterflies and feathers were other symbols, designed to remind us it was time to change, to transform into who we truly are, to be the best us we can possibly be.
Children born since 2000 were born knowing, even more so than any other generation. When we are born, we forget our 'life plan' thanks to natal amnesia, but sometimes we can get a sense of deja vu when a memory hasn't been totally erased. For many of us, we didn't just forget...as we developed and talked about imaginary friends or magic, we found out that not everyone could see or hear what we could, so we learned to keep quiet and to hide that side of us.
Around 18-36 months of age, the children of today experience unexplainable crying, which can throw their parents into a panic. As these children become more conscious of the physical and energetic world they are born into, they can become fearful of the huge job there is ahead of them. It's important for us as parents and grandparents to remind them they are not alone that we are all here to help.
There is going to be change, huge change within our world. It won't happen overnight, it will be a gradual process, but it will be faster than what we have experienced to date. Those on the other side are impatient for us to wake up, to become more heart centred and to see things from a different perspective.
In the last six months, more spirit family and guides have appeared in readings, to get their message across, to help us transition smoothly into where we are inevitably going. Their point is that once we know what they have to say, we cannot possibly ignore the signs they are giving us.
Don't feel you aren't ready yet, or that you aren't up to the challenge of change. Remember you chose to be here. You chose to be a part of the shift. ...and you chose to be reminded in many ways...including this blog!
(just as I chose to be reminded by writing it)
with love, respect and integrity
Cherie xx
PS. I tried to post this up earlier and everything froze....I was given a gentle nudge that I wasn't quite finished...
'As with all things dear ones, you have freedom of choice, you have the right to refuse to step into your lightworker role. Although you may have agreed on the etheric plane to fulfill your destiny and purpose, you were, at that time living in a place of love and light. You had no idea how heavy you would feel on the physical plane or how difficult it would be to instigate change. You never knew that you would be surrounded by a form of energy that would encourage you to forget how magnificent and limitless you are. Although there is a shift in energy, you are not required to participate unwillingly - you have the right to choose your own path without judgement or censure.'

Sometimes the strangest things push our buttons. It can be the way someone looks at us, the way they act or speak to us. It can be the way the world looks today, it can be the way it feels and it can just be how we feel.
Quite often I tell my clients they need to write the 'Because..' letter. When something makes us angry or fearful, we can use this as a strategy for finding out why we feel this way.
So, if you are feeling cranky with the world or a specific someone and you can't really explain why, maybe this is a good thing for you to try too.
Start your letter with a sentence that says how you feel right now. For example,' I'm angry at Simon'. At the end put 'because'. Start a new line and follow on from that first sentence. Add 'because' again. Keep doing this until you run out of things to write...don't finish too soon, allow whatever thought pops into your head to be written down. Don't overthink it. 
You will know when you're done...but don't stop because you subconsciously don't want to know the answer.
I love doing this because you just never know where it might end up. For example, it could turn out that you are angry with Simon because he took the last piece of cake and somewhere along the way you remembered that your younger brother always did that and your Mum always let him 'get away with it'. 
Sometimes the things that bother us the most that we can't explain have roots deep in our childhood. Once we have worked out what they are, we can heal that part of us and move on.
Alternatively, you can do it for something that's good in your life. It may turn out that the reason why you like red roses is because your Great Aunt Freda, who used to give you chocolate cake wore a fragrance called red rose...or she had an apron with a red rose on it. There's nothing like a pleasant memory we can call upon whenever we see red
It's an interesting way to look at things, isn't it? As we unravel those reasons, we also heal some of those outdated belief systems from when we were children and adults told us life was black and white while we were exploring the greys! 

I had a lovely trip to the beach this morning...I don't know whether I have told you about the relationship I have with the sea. I love to watch it, but I'm not a fan of getting totally wet and the sea loves to watch me get wet, by sending freak waves my way! 
You would not believe the amount of times I have sat on the edge, up high, or been where there was no water and suddenly, out of nowhere, a wave comes flying up and drenches my lower half (at least!) It has been known to chase me up the beach where everywhere else is calm! I even have bemused and wet witnesses to back me up on that one - they refuse to stand next to me! Whenever, and I mean whenever I go to the beach, I always come back saturated..and today was no exception. The tide was full, so I thought I'd sit on the wall on the edge - after all it couldn't come up any higher, I reasoned. I could see it was already on its way out. I'd be safe this time. Even if I pointed my toes, I couldn't touch the water, so I sat there watching the hypnotic ebb and flow of the waves below my feet. The first big wave kissed my toes and I laughed and said 'Hah! You're gonna have to work a lot harder than that!' (I forgot to mention I usually end up saying something silly like that) About five minutes later, I was in 'the zone', watching the horizon when a huge wave 'got me'! Once again I'd been on the receiving end of a watery embrace! I was laughing delightedly to myself and saying 'Ok, you win this time, but next time, you better have your game on....' (next time I'll sit well away from the water, like across the road!)
The relationship I have with the sea is a lot like the one we have with the Universe. When something goes wrong, and then something else, we say silly things like 'What else could possibly go wrong?' or 'It couldn't get any worse!' The Universe is Positive, it doesn't recognise the negatives within our statements. It hears 'Go wrong!' or 'Get worse!' and grants our wish as soon as possible. After all, it can tell by the tone of our voice that we really really need it, right now!
We need to watch what we are focusing on within our lives, for wherever our attention is directed is where the Universe will be working for us. If we celebrating the positives then we are encouraging the Universe to help us build on them, so it makes sense that if we are looking in the other direction, we end up with more of that too.
Where are your thoughts facing today? Are they encouraging more positivity into your life, or are you asking for more of that other stuff? We are powerful manifestors, lets watch what we are attracting and creating.......worth thinking about, don't you think?
with love, respect and integrity
Cherie xx

I believe the children coming into the world for the last couple of generations (at least), are born 'remembering'. They remember why they are here, who they were before and what it was like on the etheric plane. 
My generation and others before or after me, were also born 'knowing', but we were discouraged from remembering or talking about our imaginary friends and outlandish thoughts. We squashed them down, and after a while we forgot they were anything more than fanciful  imaginings of our childhood.
When we came down to the physical plane, we also experienced 'natal amnesia', so we couldn't recall much of our life before life. We had snippets of memory that would kick in, from when we wrote our life plan on the etheric plane, but this was usually attributed to deja vu. 
The children around now have the same psychic abilities and gifts we had, but the difference is that for them, it is a part of the whole, it is an essential part of their being. On the etheric plane, we don't need to speak, we use telepathy. There is no lying or fibbing there, because it is difficult to hide the truthful thoughts in our heads. 
I believe all children are born remembering the gift of telepathy and I am constantly testing this theory. I'd like to share these two experiences with you.
The above photo is of one of my grandchildren. Her hair is longer and thicker now, but when this picture was taken we wondered when it would begin to grow.
One day I was sitting in the mall, a young girl about 18 months old was in a trundler while her mother was being served. As I looked over I thought 'Finally I've seen a child with less hair than Ella!' Her head spun around and stared me in the eyes. She poked her tongue out at me and looked away, rubbing her almost bare head. Needless to say, I did a lot of 'thought apologising' and explained why I had been thinking that way. After a while, she turned around and flashed me a huge smile before they carried on out of sight. My apology was obviously accepted!
The other day I was grocery shopping and another young boy (about a year old). He was in a trundler as well and screaming his head off. His Mother was alternating between ignoring him and telling him to be quiet. I looked over and thought something like 'Hey beautiful, what are you crying about?' His head spun around until he saw me. As I 'thought spoke' to him, he stopped crying, his eyes widened and he wouldn't take his eyes off me. When his mother blocked his view, he would strain to lean over and see around her. A short time later, they turned the corner and I went in a different direction...and he began crying again!
I encourage you all to try 'speaking' to babies and young children. I do it all the time with my grandies, even from another room in the house. It takes time and patience, but eventually they will 'hear' you and you, in turn, will 'hear' them. try it next time you're out shopping or in a place where there is a group of children. See how many turn around. See who responds and who doesn't and watch their expressions, so you can tell if the ones that don't respond are just ignoring you because they can!
The best advice I can give you is not to make it hard work. Let it flow. Don't try and force it and definitely don't stare into the eyes of a strangers baby...it makes them wonder what you are thinking, and believe me, telling them you're having a 'conversation' with them is not going to cut the mustard!
with love, respect and integrity
Cherie xx

I love a new year! I love it for many reasons. I love it because its new and exciting. I love it because it has unlimited possibilities and all I have to do is step into it! 
I also love the end of an old year. I can release all the things that didn't work. I can let go of any pain or hurts associated with that year, as I prepare for the bright and sparkly new one! The end of a year is a great opportunity to review the year that has just been. To be grateful for all the good that happened and even the not-so-good that taught me a lot about myself, my perception of the world and my belief systems. 
We quite often remember all the not-so-good things that happened in the last year, but quite often, we really have to concentrate to remember all the good that occurred, unless it was something major.
At the beginning of a year, I create a 'happy jar', which I leave on my kitchen window sill. (photo taken at night so you can't see how dirty the windows are) On the side of the jar I have attached a little bag of coloured notepaper cut into paragraph size. 
Each night, when I make my last cup of tea for the night, I grab a slip of paper and write down something great that happened to me or one thing I was grateful for that day. Sometimes I forget to do it, or I get home too late to be bothered and that's okay. However, I'm not allowed to say 'I have nothing to be happy about or be grateful for today, so I'm just not going to do it!'  Those are the days I really need to make sure I dig deep and find something to write about.
At the end of the year, sometime between Christmas and New Year, I tip it out and relive all those moments that made me happy during the year.
I recommend you try this too. Sometimes it's great to look back at the year gone by with a smile on your face, instead of looking back in pain or anger. 
I also love it because it changes the expectation energy of the new year. I used to say 'I can't wait until next year. It's gotta be better than this.'
Now I see the positives and joy of last year and I know its going to be much better and brighter because I am already in a uplifted and positive state of mind.
with love, respect and integrity
Cherie xx

There are times when we desperately want change in our lives. We want that awesome new job, a loving relationship, to own our own business, to be financially independent....and the list goes on and on.
I was talking to someone the other day who was bemoaning that she kept attracting the same kind of man into her life. Each time they would start off great, and eventually they would 'wander off' to greener pastures. We talked at length about her views on relationships and self worth and it turned out that she didn't believe in long lasting love and she didn't love herself very much either.
The problem is that we all want change, especially the positive kind. But, do we want to change 'us', our perceptions and beliefs to achieve that change? 
Do we wish desperately for another job, but think we couldn't get anything better because we don't have the skills we believe are required? Do we hate the job we're in, but figure we just have to 'put up' with it so we can pay our bills or keep a roof over our heads? Do we feel this way about all the jobs we've ever had? 
Do we long for a wonderful and lasting relationship but expect that we'll attract someone unsuitable, because that's what we've always done? Do we figure they'll get sick of us or find someone more interesting eventually? Do we hold back in giving of ourselves in the misguided belief that no one can hurt us if we are 'semi-detached'?
Do we wish we could have health and well-being, but still eat in ways we know aren't good for us? Do we imagine every symptom or pain is the sign of something drastic? Do we neglect our body when it tells us it's tired and wants a rest, by pushing it to it's limits?
Well, if we do any of these things or even variations of them, we know for sure that we are attracting all the 'crap' we don't want in our lives. If we believe we are unworthy, unlovable, unskilled, unhealthy (Please note, all those words start with 'un-') then we keep attracting more of the same kind of attention or situations that we always have.
To encourage more possibilities and positivity into our life, we need to look at what we need to change within to make it possible. We need to love ourselves unconditionally, to know that we are totally awesome, awe-inspiring and perfect in every way to be the person we are and to live the life we desire.
 That's why we chose to come here to the physical plane. We knew we could do whatever we wanted, we knew what we are capable of, and we knew we were limitless. We also knew there'd be challenges, like our body shape, our belief systems, our childhood, relationships, unpleasant situations, and day to day problems.....but we also knew that these made up the whole of us, that by accepting who we truly are and believing in our magnificence we could conquer any obstacle in our path. 
So what are we waiting for....? Are we waiting for someone to wave a magic wand (so not going to happen, by the way), or are we just waiting for us to realise we Can, we Will and we Are living the life we are meant to, and that we have the power to change all that exists within it!
with love, respect and integrity
Cherie xx

As most of you are aware, I am a firm believer in the effect our emotions have on various parts of our bodies. I also believe there isn't a need to spend oodles of money to 'address' some of these issues.
This is my belief and I wouldn't say it is the only one in the world, or that you shouldn't visit a doctor.  Each case is an individual experience and a decision must be based on what you are feeling and how it affects you. It is not up to me to dictate what you should or shouldn't do. 
I would like to share a little story about my day yesterday.
Some of you may be aware that I do mobile massage/reiki /card readings.
Due to someone doing something that may or may not affect my personal safety, I had to remove any advertising from my vehicle. To say I'm wasn't happy about it would be an understatement. As I scraped and removed all signs of a business I have worked hard to establish and maintain, I did a lot of that muttering we all do when we are feeling unsupported by the Universe. Things like 'Well, how am I supposed to advertise what I do now?' 'Is this a sign I'm not meant to do this?' Is the world full of weirdos and why do I always seem to attract them?'  and 'Fine! Well, I'll just sit on my butt and do nothing from now on, 'cos obviously that's where I'm headed!'
Okay, so I was really angry, having gone past my usual balance of reasonableness and finding fault with everyone and everything.
I'm just like everyone else. I try to accept others as they are and 'allow' the Universe to send me signs or give me directions, but yesterday I was in a place where everything was against me, and life was just another big struggle I was sick and tired of fighting against.
I spent the day working on 'other things, like creating booklets and handouts for my upcoming classes and reading. I refused to think about massage, reiki or card readings, as I stayed in my 'fug' about how life wasn't fair and how upset and angry I was.
About 4pm, I had lower back pain, but I shrugged that off due to the position I'd been sitting in all day. A couple of hours later I had a UTI. (for those of you who are blessed enough to never have had one of these, it is when it burns and stings when you pee. It's very painful.) 
It was then I had an Aha! moment and began to listen to my body. I knew the lower back pain was about  not feeling supported by the Universe, reliving old emotional struggles and comparing then to this present day one and yes, there was an element of fear and lack of personal security attached to it. However, I also knew that the UTI was  because (and I'm sorry of you don't like the following word, but it's the only one that fits) I was incredibly pissed off, to think that this person could affect my life so much and create a change that I wasn't ready to accept. I was also a little annoyed with myself, to be honest, for being so upset about something so insignificant as car advertising.
 So, I sat down and had a talk with my body. I acknowledged my anger, my fear and told it I realised it wasn't the same as any other experience I had been through. It was slightly similar or familiar, but it wasn't the exact same experience or situation. I admitted I felt like I was being punished by the Universe and I knew that it wasn't my truth, it was my reaction to the situation. I had picked the wrong attitude as I created the change in my life (and car!). I realised I hadn't been embracing myself with honour and appreciation, I had turned my feelings inward instead of acknowledging how I truly felt.
Within half an hour (I had to do a bit of sweet talking to myself!), my lower back pain had disappeared, as had the UTI. Coincidence? I think not.
...something to think about, isn't it?!