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Clearing Out The Past...

10/3/2015

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There are times when a reiki session is more about creating a bridge between our past lives and our present one, to enable us to find closure, allow healing or to help us understand ourselves a little more.
This is what happened earlier this week, when I was asked to do a 'clearing'. I love reiki, and being asked to do a clearing is always exciting. I never know what will happen during a session. I always tell clients that I have no control, what they need to know right now is exactly what will happen during the hour to hour and a half I am there. The problem is that everyone wants something to happen that will knock their socks off, or that renders them speechless, but all too often, this is not the case. However, there will always be something profound that happens, even if it is a case of connecting the dots within a present life, or using a past life experience(s).
There are times when a client is left gob smacked when I tell them what I 'received' while sending awesome Universal Energy into, around and through them. In 99.99% of sessions, the client knows exactly what they are being told and why. The other 0.01% may not be ready to hear what I have to say, or they may just need time to process it.
Lets get back to the clearing I was doing. As I 'tapped into' the energy of my client (lets call her Christine), I asked about different symptoms I was 'receiving'. Remember, all symptoms have an emotional beginning. The emotional aspect and energy of what I was feeling not only allows the client to acknowledge that our energies have merged, but also to give them validation for any strange, unexplainable aches and pains they may be experiencing.
I kept asking Christine if she had any stomach issues, and that I felt were focussed on anxiety and fear. There was also a tightening in her(our) chest that indicated feelings of suffocation/confinement/limitation. I also had some sharp pains in my shoulder, upper thigh and I felt as if there was a 'wedge' of steel between her lower back vertebrae. Apart from the back and thigh pain, she assured me that she did not have any of these other issues. I shrugged my shoulders and said 'Perhaps we will get more information later on that.'
I felt extremely nauseous and, looking back with hindsight, this was probably an indication I was about to receive something that would turn my stomach...
I saw Christine, although, in this lifetime, her name was Shaneen, as a young christian woman living in an abbey or something similar. The year I was given was 1635, and I was told Shaneen was 23. She wore similar clothing to pictures portraying Virgin Mary, except the colour was brown. It was a plain modest dress with a matching mantle.
I could smell rotten fish and hear waves crashing, and I was shown water on the other side of the hill. I could see big squarish rocks in a two tone grey colour. In front of the abbey was a large flat piece of ground, which looked peaceful...until some rough and noisy men came riding around the top of the hill and in front of the abbey. They threw things as they yelled obscenities. They wore helmets that looked similar to roman helmets, but something wasn't quite right. They were roughly made and had no real shape. It wasn't until much later I realised that this was a disguise so the blame would be shifted from this group of men.
After slaying nearly all the women there, they took a couple of the younger women prisoner. I was transported to a cold dark place, which might have been a dungeon, but I felt it was a cave with 'chambers'.
I was shown that Shaneen was raped, tortured and abused. There was a sense of green metal lodged in and around her body, especially between her lower vertebrae. I was shown that her captors 'nailed' pieces of iron into various places in her body over a period of time, which meant she had an awful stagger/limp when she attempted to walk.
It was inevitable that Shaneen would get pregnant, and when she did, these barbarians 'removed' the baby in the most painful way possible, but in such a way that she didn't bleed to death. I found it interesting that the metal and nails they poked into her body didn't affect her in a life ending way. This was another clue that these men were not who they portrayed themselves to be. When I asked how long Shaneen was subjected to this cruelty, I was shown a large 8. I really hoped it was 1638 and not a long and soul destroying eight years. Most of the time as I was being shown Shaneen's past life, I wanted to be violently ill - I don't even watch movies or programmes about this sort of stuff! I was grateful when there was no more to be seen and I could clear this poisonous lifetime from her energy field.
Afterwards I told Christine about her past life and we discovered some parallels in her current life, like feeling nervous around groups of noisy men, or the pains where the metal had been poked into her body and corroded. It was important that Christine knew about this lifetime and the impact it had on her, as well as the echoes it had placed into her current life. Although I clear the energy surrounding past lifetimes, it is important to integrate lessons, feelings, emotions and memories as well. It isn't about 'deleting' a past life, it is about integration, validation and understanding.
A couple of days later, I received a text message from Christine telling me she was in a much better frame of mind/energy/state than before her healing.
~Sigh~ I l♥ve what I do!
with love, respect and integrity
Cherie xx


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Where Are You When I Need You...

24/2/2015

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If ever you are feeling that you are alone, that your loved ones in spirit aren't 'there' for you, there are a few things you should know:

*Time is irrelative to them. Time is an earthly creation. They can skip backwards, forwards and even sideways, in order to be 'there'.

*Having them around does not mean you are holding them back. Just as you couldn't make them do what they didn't want to do while they were on this earthly plane, you can't 'make' them visit...or leave, just because you say so.

*They have many ways of connecting with us and one of the easiest is through our dreams. Our minds are so busy during the day, that they sometimes have difficulty 'getting through'. While our minds are 'resting' is the perfect time to visit. Be aware of the words, backgrounds and actions within those dreams. They could be based on giving you comfort, but there could also be some invaluable advice.

Although its true that when someone we love passes, we lose our earthly togetherness, our spiritual connection is timeless, incredibly strong and unbreakable. Love is what maintains that bond; not blood, not obligation; not guilt; not hate and certainly not harm of any kind.

*Listen to the signs - be it a song that comes on the radio while you are thinking of them or a memory associated with them - especially those songs you haven't heard for a while.

*Use your sense of smell - so very many times, our loved ones have a specific scent that comes through when they are around. Breathe it in and know you are loved.

*Spot the changes - if you put something down and it disappears and then reappears in the same place sometime later, remember that those in spirit have the same sense of humour they always had.

*If something doesn't work, if it overworks, if it doesn't lock, or if it locks itself, ask yourself if there is something you need to look at there, or if you are getting a special 'Hello' from the other side.

*If lights flicker, if a bulb blows, if electronic equipment plays up, remember that playing with electricity and technology is the easiest way our loved ones in spirit can communicate. Its all about the vibration.

*If you feel incredibly hot, but only from the waist up, consider yourself getting a healing heat hugg from those on the other side.

*If a candle flickers dramatically where there is no breeze, remind yourself how lucky and loved you are to be receiving such a wonderful sign.

*If butterflies keep 'hanging around', notice them and remember that they often bring messages of love with them.

Its important to stay in a place of love and not become fearful about any of these awesome reminders of love. Remember, where they come from there is no fear or hate, only love. Be grateful, stay positive, live in the moment and be aware of any subtle changes around you. Living 'in our head' is what often prevents us from 'seeing' the truth of our deep connection with those we lose physically, but never lose spiritually.

with love, respect and integrity
Cherie xx


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Spirit Calling Cards

26/11/2014

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Christmas time can be a hard time for those of us who are desperately missing those we love in Spirit. I know that the festive season certainly stirs up lots of emotions for me, and although there is some happiness, there is also a tinge of sadness there. Now, I know what you are thinking. You are probably wondering why I should feel any sadness, after all, I know all about the other side and that there is no fear attached to dying. You may also ask why I would be asking for contact from my loved ones when being a psychic is what I do for a living. After all, you may ask, why can’t I just call out to my loved ones to pop in for a visit anytime I feel like it? Well, let me into a few secrets. I still feel the pang of loss and grief, just like everyone else. Being psychic doesn’t make losing someone special any less of a hardship. Sure I can call on loved ones in spirit for others, but because I am a skeptic, I find it difficult to do that for myself. After all, I already know ‘stuff’ about my family, there is no validation when I am told ‘Hey, it’s me. Remember that time I moved the shower head and you got doused in cold water?!’ Well, sure I do, but I could easily have just planted that thought in my head. I am sure my family get extremely frustrated with me when they just pop in, because my inner skeptic raises its ugly head and I am left wondering whether my active imagination has just taken over. Anyhoo, that’s not what this blog is about. This blog is about the calling cards that our family/friends in spirit leave for us. They can do it in many ways, we just need to be open to hearing, seeing and feeling them. This is how my spirit family gets my attention, because I can’t say I ‘imagined’ a calling card.
Let me share with you what happened to me yesterday, as a starter. I went for my usual beach walk early in the morning. Ever since I can remember I have loved looking for shells on the beach, one in particular, the cowry (cowrie) shell. They used to be so common when I was a child, but I haven’t found a complete one since then…and believe me I have looked! Every time Butch and I went for a walk, I would inspect the shore for pretty shells, always settling for bringing home the ‘next best thing’. ( and yes, I do have a random collection of shells, stones and corals, thanks for asking!)
Back to my story… When I reach the halfway point of my walk, I usually wander up the sand, usually somewhere that has yet to be touched by others, have a seat, rest and survey the landscape. During those moments, I also write a message in the pristine sand, placing a stone or shell I have picked up along the way.
 
I wrote “Life is here. I wish you were too”, punctuating it with a lovely heart shaped (broken) shell. I sighed and began my walk back.
Old habits die hard, and as I walked I was still scanning for treasure, when I saw a perfect cowry shell lying apart from the rest of the shells. Coincidence? I think not! I said something like ‘Ahh, so you are here… Thank you,’ and for the rest of my walk I had a huge smile on my face.
While I was at Karen’s later, we remarked on how there seemed to be a lot of Elvis coming through the shuffle mode of her i-pod. Later, I was waiting in an office, and an Elvis song came on. Now normally, I probably wouldn’t have noticed, but I knew I was about to get a message. The song was ‘How Great Thou Art’, one of my paternal grandma’s favourite songs. A few sniffles and smothered sobs followed, as well as another ‘Thank you’.
As I folded up my washing that evening, a five cent piece fell out from a scrunched up tee shirt. Now, there was nothing in the washing machine with pockets and certainly no way that it could have got there in the time between me removing the clothes from the washing line and setting it down on the couch to fold. My maternal grandma and I always believed that when we ‘find’ coins, they are a sign that someone on the other side is saying hello, so I knew I had received a third ‘I am here’ message today.
So, when things are appearing out of nowhere, if a relevant song appears on the radio, if coins mysteriously found in impossible places, if something is moved, and you know you didn’t do it, consider yourself being blown a kiss and being told you are loved. If you feel warmth around your shoulders for no apparent reason (I call it a heat hugg), if it feels as if your hair is being toyed with or stroked, if you smell a fragrance that reminds you of someone in spirit, then know, without a doubt, you are loved and cherished. Even if you don’t feel , hear or see any of these, it doesn’t mean you aren’t being reminded how special you are, it just may be that your radar isn’t catching all those loving blips.
If a song you haven’t heard for a while plays on the radio, or on the
 
i-pod shuffle…listen to the words. Is there a message for you? If your phone rings and there’s no one there, an empty text message or email… imagine you hear that song ‘I just called to say I love you!’
Sometimes we get so caught up in what is ‘real’ or physical/material, we sometimes miss the subtle signs we are being given from those we love in spirit. They are aware of our feelings and the effect Christmas may be having on us, and they want us to know they love and care about us.
There is no such thing as coincidence, there is only earthly justification. There is much more to life and living than we will ever know. In the meantime, let’s be open to our festive messages…


With love, respect and integrity
Cherie xx



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Write Your Truth So You Recognise It...

22/11/2014

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This morning I went for a walk along the beach. What an amazing way to start the day! I try not to take anything else along with me – like a phone or intrusive thoughts that stop me from experiencing the ‘now’ (so the photo was not taken today).
I focus on the feel of the sand beneath my feet, and the many textures as I walk along. I endeavour to fill my ears with the sound of the waves, alternatively crashing on the shoreline, or lapping gently over my feet, instead of the busy-ness of my thoughts. I admire the beauty of nature all around me, above and below. Even a blue jelly fish, abandoned by the sea, has its own unique splendour.
I notice all the many footprints of those who have walked before me, aware of how each one is different and exclusive. Even the imprint left behind can tell a story about the owner, whether it’s the pressure or the shape of their feet. I make a point of smiling and saying ‘Hello’ to everyone I meet, regardless of whether they have a friendly aura or not. We live in a world where smiling and greeting each other is not as common place as it once was. As much as some people appear to be repelling any contact, I know that when I say hello, I am really saying ‘I see you. You matter. You exist. I care.’ For some people, this is something they don’t want to hear – they prefer the anonymity of existence. More often than not, I receive a smile or greeting in return. Either way, I notice a change in their energy as they walk away.
This morning, during my compulsory ‘sit down and watch the world go by’ break I watched a man writing on the water’s edge, where the sand is damp and packed more solidly. Every fifty or so paces, he would stop, write a message, check it and repeat it to himself and then move on. As I watched, I pondered on the location of his messages. They were just far enough out of the water to remain visible for a short period of time, but, as the tide was turning, they would not stay there forever to be viewed, judged or destroyed by others on the beach. I wondered whether they were affirmations, written solely for his own benefit; statements that reminded him of how powerful and unique he is. It wouldn’t matter that they washed away, after all, he was just ‘stating his intent’ in a way that inspired and activated his inner greatness.
In a way we all do this, we say something about ourselves, every hour of every day. It can be positive or negative. It can be inspiring an uplifting…or not. It doesn’t matter how many people ‘see’ or hear these comments and declarations about ourselves, because it’s not for their benefit anyway. Our soul remembers each one and stores them away.
As I watched the man with the message writing on the sand, I thought about the things we say about ourselves, or what we believe about ourselves and how they impact on us. Time may pass, things may change, but those words that we believe about ourselves are rarely just ‘washed away’. They can, of course, become buried deeper especially the not-so-nice ones.
The positives we tell to, or about ourselves can often be affected or damaged by other people’s opinions and judgements in such a way that we see them become distorted, dispersed and even swept away. But what if we just ‘knew’ our truth and didn’t care what happened to it outside of us. What if we just accepted that we are strong, amazing and empowered, and it didn’t matter what happened, or others said, it still remained our truth? How awesome would it be to trust in ourselves and know, without a doubt, that we were important, special and amazing? …and then I have to ask…. why don’t we already do this?
Today, I want us all to take a moment to think of something positive about ourselves. Now, using your finger, write it somewhere that isn’t for the benefit of others, because this is all about you. It can be in the air, on the table, on a glass surface, on your body…the possibilities are endless. Now every time you walk past wherever you wrote this, or see that area, I want you to remember the power of those words, the energy behind your statement, and I want you to ‘feel’ it as your truth.
Now try something new: Write something that you want to be, whether its abundant, in a relationship, a recipient of a gift or an opportunity. Once again, when you pass by or look where you wrote that goal, I want you to pause and ‘feel’ the energy that statement has for you. Be aware of the impact this statement has on your life over the next couple of months, keeping in mind that you have to meet the Universe halfway and need to help yourself as well, by taking small steps towards that goal.
Let me know how you get on…I’d love to hear from you.
It’s time to start reclaiming back our innate power and limitlessness. Lets start today. Lets start remembering who we really are and celebrating that truth!
with love, respect and integrity
Cherie  xx

PS. Do not even begin to tell me you can’t think of anything nice to say about yourself, because that just means you aren’t truly appreciating the awesomeness that is you…and believe me, there is plenty of awesomeness within you!


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 Fallacies, Fibs and Fairy Tales about Spirits

12/6/2014

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I have been talking to a couple of people tonight about spirits, astral travel and crossing over. I am surprised at the amount of fear that was generated in the room about 'evil spirits' and hell

On a positive note, there was a consensus that ‘we have the gift of choice’ in our life journey while we are here on the earthly plane. However, I hasten to add that we also have the gift of life!

Coming to the earthly plane IS a gift – not everyone comes back when and if they want to. During our time here, we always have a gift of choice. We will have chosen specific lessons to learn within this lifetime, but we choose whether to do this functionally or dysfunctionally, living within our light or hiding within the shadow of who we are.

There are 7 levels of hell and 7 levels of hell: I personally don’t believe in heaven and hell. It is all about choice. We can make life here on the earthly plane as positive or as negative as we like – it is us that choose whether this life is hell or heaven on earth. I believe we go back to source when we pass, going back to the etheric, where all things are possible and we live in love and light.

Evil spirits goad us into behaving badly: I don’t like this idea at all. I feel it gives us an excuse, someone else to blame if we misbehave – and if this is true, where is our gift of choice that we first spoke about? I also struggle with the idea of ‘evil spirits’. Spirits are made up of energy, so whatever energy we project is what they absorb and reflect back. If we are in fear or another negative emotion, then it stands to reason that our energy is ‘spread around’ to other energetic forms. Have you ever walked into a room after there has been an argument and felt uncomfortable about the energy in there? Back to the point in question – we decide what we do, we have free choice, free mind…only we decide what to do, not some mysterious mini devil sitting on our shoulder.

Spirits will come and watch you in the bathroom/toilet: Now I found this amusing. If a person isn’t allowed to come in and watch you having a shower while they are alive, the chances are they won’t do it when they have passed over. What possible gratification would you get as a spirit, in seeing a naked body?

Most spirits are stuck: This is sooo not true. Most spirits have a choice. Some prefer to stay here for a variety of reasons, and that is their decision. We, as lightworkers should not feel obliged to help them cross over – after all, who are we to decide who should stay or go…its not about OUR choice, is it? Just for the record, when someone commits suicide doesn’t always get stuck either. The main thing that creates ‘stuck-ness’ for a spirit is a belief that they are not worthy, that they don’t deserve to go back ‘home’. The only person that judges us when we pass is US. It is not a jury, a judge or an all powerful and cranky entity. We decide whether we lived the life we chose and we know all the reasons why we and others acted as they did. It opens us up to see the many lessons we learnt or taught. However, if we feel we didn’t live true to our purpose, we can decide to stay…and that is when we light-workers can help them to ‘see the light’ and go home.

Spirits can go through your stuff: Why would they? Really, what have we got that they could possibly want to take? What would it achieve? When we are over on the etheric, we can have anything we want, because we merely have to visualise what we want, whether it’s a new outfit, hairdo, place we used to visit or food we enjoyed while we were on the physical plane.

Spirits are scared of wooden crosses and if you have one over your bed, they will stay away: We don’t need to scare spirits off to make them stay away. They have every right to be here - just like us. What we do need to do is to speak from our heart-space and ask them, with love, to leave.
Does someone screaming, yelling and swearing at you make you want to leave? Not me…I dig my toes in and stay just to irritate the person who is being rude to me! Why should a spirit be any different?!
 And really, what about a wooden cross is scary to anyone? Intent is everything. This person believed the cross would protect her and that’s exactly what happened. She could have put a glass of water beside her bed and said ‘This will protect me and keep them away’. Spirit hears, understands and listens and responds to our requests. It is as simple as that!

with love, respect and integrity
Cherie xx





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Are You Following Your True Path?

20/4/2014

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I would like to share a dream I had the other night. I dreamed I was in my car traveling to an unknown destination. The road was steep and curving around a mountain. I was happy as I travel led along, singing along to the music playing in my car. Suddenly someone stepped out in front of my car with their right arm outstretched. 'You cannot go this way. It is too dangerous and your car is not sturdy enough to make it.'
'But this is the direction I need to go', I replied. 
'There is another way and I can show you how to get there,' the person said as she got into my passenger seat.
The road up was only one way, so I had to reverse my car back through the curves and potholes i had already come through. Even in a dream my reversing skills were sadly lacking. I was scared and i couldn't always see where I was going. My passenger kept insisting I carry on, insisting on pointing out the mistakes I made along the way. 
Suddenly the road fell away and my car fell horizontally into a swimming pool. I got out and looked despairingly at my beautiful car submerged in the water. My husband and I had purchased this car before he passed and there was a fear that I didn't have the skill to buy another car that would be anywhere near as good without him running through my mind. How could I be able to keep going without his expertise in that area? I asked myself.
All seemed lost and I felt sad and powerless. 
Some friends came to my aid, using a crane to hoist it out of the pool and onto dry land. 
A little while later, I got back in my car, and although it looked a little worse for wear, it still went well. In fact it seemed to be going a lot better than it had before, I mused, as I continued on my journey. I carried on my way, up the road I had previously been on. All of a sudden I realized that I wasn't as worried and scared as I had been before. I knew I was heading in the right direction and that everything was going to be alright.
When I woke up that morning I thought about my dream and the implications it had had, with regard to my current life situation.
When we dream about a car it is usually significant to our journey in life, the road is the path we have chosen and water is repressed or unresolved information. 
I had had a rough month where the path I had chosen had been fraught with difficulty. Others had been trying to tell me that what I was doing was wrong and I needed to 'back up'. Reversing my journey had been hard to do, because it meant going back to a way of living or being that wasn't being true to who I was, or my journey. I felt alone and abandoned by those who had tried to 'turn me back', the road seemed unclear, and fraught with danger, resulting in burying myself within the emotion of other people's wishes and opinions, as well as my own, of not being able to 'go on'.
However, when friends had helped me to retrieve myself and enable me to go on my journey there was a sense of peace and fulfillment as I resumed my journey. I knew that 'carrying on' was being true to me and what I needed/wanted to do.
And so it is with life. Often we 'reverse', our intent to try and please others, when essentially, we are here to travel our own path, regardless of what others perceive or believe to be our truth.
This dream highlighted this aspect of my life for me and enabled me to see that I am not alone. I can ask for help and assistance if I need to, but most importantly I am able to move forward in a way the resonates with me and my purpose.
Remember to be true to you, who you are and your chosen path - after all this is what you were born to do and what you chose to do in this lifetime.
With love, respect and integrity
Cherie xx 

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Releasing and Healing Old Pain and Memories

18/3/2014

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There are times when I am shown a past life through a vision and other times it is within a dream. This morning I was shown a past life as a Jewish woman in Auschwitz. When I learned about Hitler in my teens, I was fixated on that period of time in Germany. I read everything I could about it, exhausting first the school library and then the town one. I had such an urge to know everything about it. I was sickened, sad and frantic without ever knowing why. Now it all makes sense.
I was with my mother (father from this lifetime) at some kind of doctors surgery. I was in my late 20's, around 26 I believe. I feel this started as a 'normal check up and I fit the bill for some kind of research they needed to do. My mother was led out of the room, helpless to do anything and I was left there, absolutely terrified. I was examined and even at that age, in those times, I had never shown my body to a man before and here I was being inspected by a small group of them!
At the beginning I cried and I screamed. I begged for mercy, but by the end of my time there I was disconnected and devoid of all feeling.
Memories of those I loved were running through my mind. My best friend (mother this lifetime), my sister and older brother (daughter and son this lifetime).
One of the older uniformed men tried to get through to me and be friendly. He had such soft sad eyes. 'We are not all bad you know,' he said as I cowered in the corner. He reached into his pocket and gave me a heart shaped stone of some kind. As he did so, I saw a flash of him as a younger man and recognised him as my husband from this lifetime.
I was then shown an experience from my current lifetime where I was out exploring with a group of cousins and friends. We visited an aunty I didn't know. I had never liked her and although she was sweet and kind, I was cross with her and scared of her at the same time. I was shown that she was one of the men who had 'operated' on me. It is important that I share this story with you to remind you that we are continually surrounded by our soul family. Sometimes they get the 'shit' assignments, where they are cruel to us. Sometimes they only play a bit part, but often, they are the nucleus we find within each lifetime. Its harder to love them when they are bad or mean, and they knew that when they 'agreed to their assignment'. Our soul mate can be anyone within our life, a good friend, a lover, a sibling, a parent, or maybe someone who helps us to believe that there is good in our life. Sometimes our 'gut feeling' of someone isn't because they are bad or wrong in this lifetime, but because they left a huge impression in another.
For me, this has opened my eyes to my fixation with Hitler as a teen, my fear of hospitals, drugs and needles, the cancer I developed at around 26, where it was and how panicked I was, until they explained what would happen and why (I refused to allow them to anesthetise me until it was explained in full - much to their frustration of those in theater!). Even hearing about nazi Germany makes me feel physically sick to my stomach, but I know that they were all a symptom of their times, just as we are of ours.
As I lay there, afterwards, I sent healing to my past lifetime and all concerned. I asked for healing to myself, to remove the physical, emotional and soul-ular scars that I have brought in with me. I asked for integration of that lifetime into my present one. Healing a past life isn't about deleting it or fixing it. It is about accepting it and knowing it is a part if who you are, regardless of the person you were at that time. Healing a past life isn't about judgement. It is about acceptance and love. 
with love, respect and integrity
Cherie xx



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It started with a cough....

27/12/2013

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The past two weeks, actually the last two months have been a build up to a past life healing for me. Around about two months ago, I had a slight tickly cough and felt an immense heaviness in my chest. I assumed this was mostly due to the way the holiday season brings my grief to the surface as I consider another Christmas or new year beginning with Butch....and in truth, some of it was. However, this became all consuming, I struggled to breathe, as it caught in my throat and forced me to cough to create air intake.
As you know, I believe that whatever we are feeling or emoting at any given time is relative to the symptoms and signals we are receiving from our bodies. I knew the lungs was where my grief and heartache were centred, my frustration at life and feeling constricted or bound by the life I had, instead of the one I had planned. The throat is where we speak our truth, are heard or release our grief, so at the time it made perfect sense....until about two weeks ago!
Karen was doing an acutonics treatment on my back (which is relative to not feeling supported by the Universe - just saying!) one day and this awesome healing chant came on her ipod.
I had a sense of many people in the room, and later we discussed various things that had happened during the treatment - the blockages I was experiencing, where and why; the extra pair of hands on my forehead; the music that totally resonated with me and how I hadn't coughed once during the treatment (and many others that I can't remember).
I asked Karen if I might borrow the CD with the healing chant on it, and I felt there was some kind of urgency attached to it. Of course she agreed - thats what good friends do! ☺
I took it back with me and as soon as I was in the door
, I had it playing in my laptop. I became quite fixated with this hour long chanting, playing it over and over, wondering why I felt as if I should know the words, as I could certainly feel the emotion behind it. I even played it before I went to sleep, hoping my guides would give me some insight or advice. Nothing.
Two days later, I was having breakfast, with my feet dangling in my current house-sits pool, listening to the the chant. Water is a great conductor for emotion. Next thing I was given a visual of a group of people standing on a hill, chanting, while their assailants rode around them, killing them as they stood. I felt that these were a peaceful people and they had chosen not to war with them, instead singing in unison to prove that they would not be changed by those that were around them. I also had the impression it was in 1890, and happened around Christmas time, hence the extra emphasis on my grief this time.
(If you are wondering why I never noticed it in other Christmases, I believe it is because I wasn't ready for it or open to it until this year....and possibly I would have struggled to differentiate between the grief I already felt with Butch's passing)
I could see the chief/leader, and he was only wearing a single feather or headdress, which I felt was strange given that I would have thought he would have had the big regal one - but then, would that have been tantamount to a challenge in a very aggressive way - who knows? He was very tall, almost freakishly tall.
I sat there crying my heart out as I saw those I once loved fall around me...and then the vision stopped. I wanted more! I tried everything, but nope, apparently I wasn't ready for the rest of this story yet.
I kept listening to the healing chant continuously, feeling a sense of peace that I couldn't explain. However, my breathing and heaviness got worse. I had various excuses for it, cutting back on various types of foods, concentrating on my vege juice and immunity supplements. When I coughed I felt like I was turning inside out! I made my never fail cough mix to help prevent the coughing which had made my throat raw and sore. It eased the throat, but the cough just got worse.
Christmas night onwards, I felt like I was truly dying. I know that sounds dramatic, but the coughing was leaving me light-headed, I couldn't breathe, I couldn't talk, I couldn't sleep, and I felt like there was an elephant sitting on my chest, who only moved when I doubled up in pain.
Finally the 27th came and I could get a doctors appointment... As I spoke about my symptoms and the lead up (without explaining the spiritual side of it, of course) to that day, he smiled and nodded. I had asthma! I have never had asthma, so I found that quite interesting...and annoying.
All day I thought about what asthma meant to me. I had established the sore throat was merely an on going effect of the asthma - coughing to produce air obviously inflamed my throat.
Asthma tells me I don't want to be here, that I am done. I feel suffocated, angry, unable to vent my emotions, deeply depressed and grief devastated. I pulled faces at this thought, as it didn't quite fit how I believed I felt.
This morning, as I was pondering this and listening to the chant. I was given the final part of the vision. I was a young girl of around 10 or 12 when this massacre had happened. As my people were falling around me, my brother had thrown me on the ground to protect me, landing on top of me when he was killed. I was SO angry. I wanted my chance to die with pride and he had cheated me out of that! I fought against the dead weight of his body until I was so exhausted, I could move no more. Our 'enemies' left, not realising I was still alive.
I wasn't shown what happened after that, but I get a huge sense of displacement, intense anger, feeling cheated out of a glorious death, losing everyone I loved and forced to live a life I would never have chosen. I wanted to scream at my brother for what he did, but that would have disrespected his spirit and the love he had shown.
A couple of days ago I went on facebook to ask if anyone knew of a massacre that took place in 1890, without the group fighting back, and was told of the Massacre at Broken Knee (my knee just happened to be one of the blockages I had when Karen did the treatment - a hint perhaps?!). It took place on the 29th December!
Now I can't say unequivocally that this is where it took place, because my inner skeptic refuses to take anything at face value without heaps of  evidence. (and skepticism is healthy!) The chief was tall and although it doesn't appear he was wearing a single feather on that day, here is a picture I found. His name was

Miniconjou Chief Big Foot, meaning 'Touch the Clouds'.
Perhaps this needed to be healed before the actual date, or maybe there is more to the story, who knows?!
Today I feel peaceful, at peace and grateful for the ability to breathe once again.
...and it all started with a cough and a healing chant....
Who knows what past lives we carry within us that can be healed and accepted? We have all been here many times before, it makes sense we carry soulular and cellular memories. After all, can you remember something from Christmas Day that touched or upset you? Memories are powerful things.
with love, respect and integrity
Cherie xx
PS. As a by the by, I have established who my brother was in that lifetime, and now understand why every time I see him, I feel an irrational sense of betrayal, anger and sadness.
This also explains why I have taken to plaiting my hair a lot more and in a different way in the past two months. I have always loved all things from this culture, but have felt myself strongly drawn to clothing, etc that pertained to this lifetime in a way I couldn't explain before.... Interesting stuff, hey?

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History Repeats and Releases

20/12/2013

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About 20 years ago, I developed a back injury. At the time I was unhappy in my 'going nowhere' job, but I didn't have the guts to take that leap of faith and resign.
The Universe stepped in. As I was lifting an empty box, I felt a twang in the back of my heel. Nothing painful, it felt as if someone had snapped a rubber band and flicked the back of my foot. After a couple of days of strange tingling sensations, I decided to go and see the doctor. The doctor could see nothing major wrong with me, although he did mention one leg was slightly shorter than the other. As such he couldn't refer me to a specialist, so he suggested I try a few of his 'other colleagues' to see if we could resolve the issue. First I went to a physiotherapist, who insisted I should be able to put my feet behind my ears, and did his utmost best to prove it was true. He would push my leg straight up and lean into me with all his weight. He called me a wimp as I cried tears of pain. After two visits, I had had enough of him and went back to the doctor.
Next I visited a reflexologist, who, as it turned out was much more interested in replacing his mistress, as she would be moving soon. (His wife was his receptionist and only in the next room! Tact, much?) One visit was enough to give this charlatan a wide berth...and a good thing too, now that I am older and wiser and realise that never once did he touch my feet!
By this time I was getting shooting pains down the back of my legs and experiencing alternating bouts of numbness and sharp pain in my right heel. My doctor suggested an acupuncturist. Bad idea! It turns out that needles and I didn't work so well together. I would stagger home bleeding and bruised after each appointment. In those days I didn't have the balls to say I wasn't returning, so it took five visits before I 'grew' some. On my fifth visit, he told me he was very excited because he was going to teach some new students and could he video me to demonstrate how to do the needles. He said I merely needed to agree it hurt every spot he touched. Some time later I was very much a pincushion, he packed up his video camera and took it to the other end of the office. I lay there for an interminably long time, waiting for him to return and remove the needles, my bladder sending me urgent messages. Did I call out? Not on your life! About 50 minutes later he walked past the door and said 'Are you still here? You can get dressed and leave.' I won't tell you what I said, but let me tell you, he was my first lesson in knowing what was right for me, what was wrong, and saying 'My body. My choice.' Prior to that, I had believed anyone in a white coat was an authority on my body.
As I stumbled across to the other side of the road, one of the shop owners suggested I stop going there, as I seemed to stagger over and almost crawl back. Not a good advertisement they said jokingly. There was no way I was ever going back anyway.
After that, I began having issues with my nerve endings and lower back pain. The doctor, telling me he still couldn't refer me, suggested I go to his osteopath friend. Ahhh, how naive I was in those days.... I assumed an osteopath was like a remedial massage therapist - no body cracking here!
About ten minutes into my appointment, the whole street would have heard how surprised I was when he picked me up and 'dropped me', cracking and I was almost certain, demolishing my spine. My friend kindly told me that she had heard the expletive I screamed out from the coffee shop next door! Thats what friends are for, apparently!
By the time I went to see the doctor again, I was struggling to walk. My back was aching continually and he had to prescribe me some pain killers and anti inflammatory tablets to help me get through the day.
By the time I did manage to get a referral to see a specialist, I was wearing a brace 24 hours a day, having to wear heel pads to avoid the nauseous feeling I got while walking, on extremely strong pain killers and unable to walk/stand or sit for any period of time. I couldn't wear shoes with 'backs' on them, and certainly no heels. All the 'work' everybody had done on me had exacerbated my problem. I was told I was but a fine line away from being in a wheel chair.
Now I'm not telling you all this to get sympathy, I am merely trying to set the scene for you.
Although I managed to make improvement to my lifestyle with exercise, etc, I was still in a bad way. I still wore my special heel pads, everywhere...
About ten years later, thanks to some synchronistic opportunity, I met a past life healer. I decided I would 'give it a whirl'. The first visit, she told me about a past life when I had worked in Egypt and helped to build the pyramids. A large slab had slipped and sliced off the back of my right heel. This made sense to me, when I considered the alternating pain and numbness of my heel. The healer told me I would feel a marked improvement the next day. I was skeptical to say the least and wasn't surprised when it hadn't improved as completely as she had told me it would. A week later I was looking at one of my old dream notebooks and found an entry I had written when I was in my twenties. I was a young boy in Egypt, with aspirations of being an architect. I would draw in the fading light on whatever I could. The dream confirmed other facts the healer had mentioned, which was awesome and mind boggling!
I had another past life healing and we talked about my dream and a few other pertinent details that obviously needed to address.
The next morning I woke up and bolted out of bed, remembering I had visitors coming soon and I needed to do some baking. I raced down to the supermarket, and was halfway around before I realised I could feel the sensation of my thong under my heel. Anyone watching me would have seen this woman with a dopey smile on her face, as she 'walked with intention'.
So, just in case you didn't work it out, I never wore the heel pads again. I had only been taking the medication periodically at that stage...I have never taken it again. My point is, all the medical professionals in the world couldn't fix the problem with  my heel, because it was a soulular and cellular memory. My body/soul remembered this past life injury and had replicated it around the same age that it had happened within that lifetime. I didn't need to spend masses of money, dedicate half my life meditating or be healed over a period of years. All I needed to do was acknowledge that this was my truth, to release my old way of being and thinking, to allow that past life with all its issues, to just 'be' and let them go.
We have been here many times. We have specific memories that we hold onto, that may be holding us back, whether its an injury or a vow we have taken during that lifetime. By discovering what happened in a prior lifetime, we are better able to understand why we act or feel certain ways within our present journey.
with love, respect and integrity
Cherie xx


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Interpretation is Everything...

7/11/2013

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I'd like to share a story with you. The plant in the bottom left hand corner of this picture has a special significance to me. When Butch and I got married, it appeared in the background of all of our ceremony photos. After Butch passed away, I took this plant with me wherever I lived. Not all these homes had the same airy semi shade area as it was used to, but I needed it to be around me, so there it was.
It was an amazing plant. It didn't matter what happened to it, it still survived. As I walked past it, I would pat or stroke its leaves. I would thank it almost daily for being there whenever I returned home, as I am well known for my 'plant cemetery' full of good intentions and dusty plant pots of years gone by. I know it sounds strange, but there were even times when I would brush against it and I could feel a dampness and see droplets, as if it grieved alongside me.
I have recently moved and couldn't take it with me, but whenever I went to stay with my daughter and her family, I would be able to visit it, so it wasn't too bad.
One day my daughter rang me, most upset and worried. She told me that the plant had snapped off the day before and they hadn't known whether to tell me, because they knew how much it meant to me.
I reassured her that it was okay, that what is meant to be is meant to be. A week later I was visiting and noticed they had stuck the broken part of it into the pot as well. I didn't hold out much hope for either piece and said so.
Each time I visited I could see the top part had deteriorated more, the leaves were collapsing and dying. Yesterday, I decided that I needed to accept the inevitable, that this plant was beyond help.
As I went to empty it out of the pot, I noticed some new growth under the original stem. How exciting!
I looked at the other section of it and resolved to throw it away later. As I was preparing to do so, I mused that the plant was teaching me a lesson - that from old and broken parts of our life, there will always be new beginnings.
Imagine my surprise when I pulled the broken stalk out and found there was a whole new root system on the end of it!
The other part of my lesson is that although something may appear broken and will never be the same again, it can still be a part of my life, it will just be altered and different.
And thats how it is with life. We hold onto some things because of how they make us feel or the emotions they invoke. We want them to stay the same because thats how we remember them and need them to be. But nothing ever stays the same, change is an integral part of our lives. And sometimes things have to break to remind us that life is worth living, that there is more to look forward to and that change isn't all bad, it's just different!
with love, respect and integrity
Cherie. xx

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Did you hear what you think I said?

4/11/2013

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The other day as I was driving I saw a sign outside a church, saying 'You must be Reborn'. As I drove by, I pondered about the bible and how we all have our own perspective on what is happening around us, what we say and what it means when we do.
I started thinking about when the bible was written and how the person who wrote it wasn't the person who did the talking. Now, don't get me wrong, I'm not bible bashing, I am merely pointing out a truth of life.
We could have an event happen in a room full of people and not one person will tell the story the same, because we all have our own unique view of the world. The emotions and energy around us dictates what we have to say and why. It also decides how we interpret something, whether it is a thought, a word or an event.
I also struggle with the idea that I must be 'born again' to live the 'right kind of life' that makes me a good person.
Having had a large taste of religion as I grew up, I cannot believe in a God that is vengeful, angry and thinks I am bad. The God I believe in knows that I am always thinking of others, I am almost always kind, compassionate and caring, that I will put others before me sometimes, that I never intentionally do harm of any kind and that I am doing the best with what I have, what I know and the resources I have at my disposal in this lifetime. He understands that I don't believe I should go to church to be this good. He knows that 'his church' is everywhere - in nature, in others, in situations, wherever I am standing/sitting/be-ing, right here, right now.
...anyway, back to my car musings....
As I was considering the possibility that someone may have interpreted the words in a different way to which they were intended. I pondered on the fact that I have my own beliefs on the whole 'reborn' issue, and what could possibly have been an alternate definition....and then I had an Aha! moment!
We chose to come here on the physical plane. We chose to have a human existence, to learn various lessons, but most of us 'forgot' what we had come here to achieve, thanks to natal amnesia*.
We have various ways of 'remembering', whether it is snippets of deja vu, synchronistic meetings and signs, dreams, readings, the 11:11 shout out to the lightworker and many other variations on a theme. Even books and movies can help to jog our memory about what we need to look at in this lifetime, or what we need to remember from past lifetimes.
What if the message wasn't about being 'reborn? What if it was a wake up call? What if it was a reminder to remember? What if we are meant to awaken our senses, all of them? What if we are meant to rise from our earthly slumber of constantly 'do-ing', so we could awaken and begin 'be-ing'? What if we were meant to remember the strong and powerful person we all truly are?
Wouldn't that be amazing? And wouldn't it make a lot more sense than being reborn? When you think about it, wouldn't living be more about being totally us, immersing ourselves in the total experience of our existence, not just on a physical level, but also on a spiritual level, embracing all of who we are, knowing that we are magnificent?
We don't need to be reborn...but we do need to wake up, to 'awaken' and be who we are meant to be and be sure to love the person that is us, totally and unconditionally.
Quick! Stretch! Yawn! Be Awake!
with love, respect and integrity
Cherie xx

*We each have a life plan that we created on the etheric plane. However, until more recent times, most of us 'forgot' as we came into the world. This is known as Natal Amnesia.
**If you would like to more about our Life Plans, or The Story of our Life, contact me to purchase my mini ebook 'Life Plans', or to ask about others in the series.**


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...cancel that...

6/9/2013

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Lets talk about our negative thoughts that we ponder every day. Ones that say we aren't good enough, that we don't deserve the good things in life, and many more besides.We all have a little voice in our head, sometimes this voice is our best friend, sometimes it can be uplifting and supportive, but a lot of the time, its just plain mean, nasty and despicable.
I remember the first time someone told me that the inner voice was my ego, I was shocked. How can that be, I asked? I always thought ego was about 'feeling good about yourself' or maybe thinking you were 'too good for everyone else', while at that stage, my one was more focused on tearing me down and ripping me apart. Well, apparently our egos swing both ways...
We need to remember that we give our ego the power it needs to be positive or negative. We choose whether it helps us to feel good about ourselves, no one else can do it for us.
Over time, not only does our negative voice 'rule our world', but it affects everything we do. It filters into our energetic field, making it difficult for us to see how amazing and magnificent we are. It prevents us from seeing how far we have travelled and how much we have overcome within our life. It keeps us in a place of 'limited-ness'. Eventually, this can begin to affect our health and we can experience symptoms like lower back pain, hearing/ear issues, stomach and chest issues. After all anything we direct our attention to, becomes a part of our energy and starts to attract more of the same incidents and people or find ways to prove that voice in our head right. ...and we choose that. We allow it to happen, by either not disputing it, or just allowing it to be the loudest voice in our lives (and head).
So, every time, that little negative voice says something about us, whenever it takes a 'swing' at us from a negative viewpoint, when we hear it say something that tears us down instead of building us up, we need to 'cancel that'.
For example, lets say I dropped something special and broke it. Instead of agreeing with the voice in my head telling me 'I'm stupid, I can't believe I was so careless', I need to say 'Cancel That!'
As I say that I am dismissing that negative thought from my headspace and from my energetic field.
I would then say something positive and uplifting about myself or the situation and if I couldn't do that, I could at least forgive myself for making a mistake, or for simply being human. 'It's okay to feel bad about dropping something. I am allowed to make mistakes. I have so many great qualities, this is only one little mistake.'
Generally, as I say 'Cancel That!', I click my fingers. I do this for two reasons, one to reinforce what I am saying and encourage my mind to be aware that I am creating change, but also, so that if I am out and won't have the opportunity to say 'Cancel That!', at least I can snap my fingers and know exactly what I am doing.
We should be building ourselves us, not tearing ourselves down. We are amazing and unique. We each have chosen to be here, right here, right now, doing whatever it is we are doing. That voice in our head is supposed to be our best friend, not our worst enemy. If that nasty voice was our best friend, we would have ditched it a long time ago.
It's time it either shaped up and did what it was meant to do, or it simply moved out!
Ask yourself, would I talk to my best friend like that? If the answer is no, then it's time to 'cancel' the voice in your head's subscription!
with love, respect and integrity
Cherie xx

PS. Remember it took years for that voice to 'develop'. Don't give up when you find retraining it takes some time. Persistence pays off!

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Trust in Your Own Truth

21/8/2013

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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



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Moving Through Fear

1/8/2013

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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


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Are you seeing the signs or hearing the sighs of angels?

20/5/2013

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Have you ever asked for a sign that you are on the right path? Have you had a moment when you doubted what you were doing and whether it was meant to be a part of your journey, or just something you enjoyed so much you didn't want to stop? Well, I was having one of those days on Friday. I'd woken up feeling lacklustre and although I managed to 'adjust' my attitude before I got out of bed, it still felt as if something wasn't quite right. I had an awesome day at work as usual, but every now and then I would get a whisper of this unnamed and unexplainable feeling. During my break I checked my messages. emails and facebook pages. (please don't judge me for not looking at all the spam that is located in one of my email accounts - 75 unread emails!) I saw 11 notifications on the 'page' icon. When I opened it, there were 7, definitely not 11. I didn't think anything of it and closed out after checking all my pages (I have 5, including my personal page).  According to the icon, I still had 11 notifications. I opened up.....nope, nothing new happening there...
That 11 stayed there all weekend. Every time I went to look at my pages, there was an 11 beside the icon. It began to irritate me. I restarted my mobile...nope, still 11. I checked off any notifications on all the pages...nope. I turned on my lappie and made sure I checked off all my notifications there...back to look at the mobile...nope, still 11. I tried everything  I could think of, but it stayed on 11. All weekend I was checking to see if they had disappeared or the number had changed. Nope. How frustrating!
This morning as I was driving to work I was thinking about signs from angels - I'd just spotted a cloud in the shape of an angels wing. I was thinking how often the number 11 features in my life, that almost every time I go to look at my mobile, the time always has an 11 in it, especially when I'm about to check my facebook pages....And then, BANG! It hit me! The 11 continually showing up on my pages icon was a sign, a validation from my angels! (yes, I know you were way ahead of me there!) I couldn't wait to park my car so I could have a look at my mobile and see if it still had 11 on it. Yes it did!
I was doing telepathic air punches, thinking 'OMG! All this time I've been getting a sign, but I've been so busy getting frustrated about the fact that I couldn't clear the notifications, I almost missed it!' (about now I could hear my angels and guides cheering and doing High Fives!)
I don't know whether I have mentioned this much, but I have a healthy amount of skeptic...so it was no surprise to me when that kicked in a few seconds later. I remembered that I am an extra admin on my son's page as well, maybe he had 11 notifications. (cue the groan from my angels and guides)
When I checked the 'pages settings', there were 11 notifications on his page. I must admit I felt a little disappointed, but took a screen shot anyway to put with this post, because even though I am a skeptic, I still believed it was a sign. Just because a sign has a logical explanation, doesn't make it any less a sign.
I checked to make sure the picture had worked out okay and can you imagine my surprise when I saw I had 2 notifications for Angelic Messages with Attitude? That would make my total notifications 13! I quickly closed 'pages' and looked at my mobile....and yes, there were still 11 notifications on the icon. I could hear my angels and guides heaving a sigh of relief and congratulating each other on a job well done, as I turned off my mobile and headed to work with a huge grin on my face!
Remember, all signs from our guides and angels aren't big or noisy. They don't always stand out. They don't always make us feel happy (some of us can get frustrated and irritated). They don't always make sense....until we are ready to make the sense of them.
with love, respect and integrity
Cherie xx
**For those that aren't familiar with the significance of '11', it is a spiritual number first and foremost. It is also the sign of the 'light worker'. My message is that I'm on the right track, that what I'm doing is what I'm meant to do.
[Before we came to this physical plane, we chose the number 11 as a reminder of our life purpose/calling, or to heed the call to be a light worker.]

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Protecting our energy

8/5/2013

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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

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You have the Power!

6/4/2013

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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



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Being open to un-hiding who we are

4/4/2013

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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


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A Beautiful Journey Part 2

2/3/2013

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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


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What's Happening?

17/1/2013

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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.'

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Bring On The Angels

12/1/2013

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I don't know whether you know this, but I am not one of those psychics that believe totally in all things spiritual. I am a huge skeptic, always preferring to see with my own eyes what other people tell me is truth. As much as I know I have a gift that I share willingly, there is also a part of me that tests my boundaries and encourages me to question everything.
So, when someone suggested I have some angels come and 'visit' me for five days and five nights, my skeptic radar was going off the Richter scale.
I was actually feeling a bit low when it was suggested to me. It was almost Christmas and it's around that time a lot of grief bubbles to the surface and I can sometimes struggle to stay 'connected with my present moments'.
When I received the message from a friend through Facebook, I thought to myself 'Scam!' and ignored it completely. A couple of days later, I was answering another friend's message and the angel message caught my attention.
After a few moments deliberating, I decided to answer the message. After all, I reasoned, it couldn't possibly do me any damage, and who knows, it might help me with my runaway emotions. There was every chance my friend had already found someone else, especially as I hadn't even replied.
Fortunately for me, she hadn't rushed off and found someone else, so I was going to get visitors on the 20th of December 2012!
I followed all the instructions, found another three people to send them on to after my 5 days and nights were up, organised a plant, candle and my wishes. I created my 'sacred space' and was more than ready when the big night arrived.
I have to tell you, that although I had done all the preparation, there was still that part of me that said this was going to be a huge waste of time and money. (the candle cost me $2.10 on special!) I had no expectations at all, I was quite prepared for nothing at all to happen.
The night they arrived, I opened the door to welcome thin, as per my instructions, and to my surprise, I sensed the presence of five angels, but shrugged it off, putting it down to tiredness. I'd stayed up, waiting for them to arrive, and was ready to go to bed. It seemed a bit rude to just say 'Hi, good night', so I sat there in the lounge, thinking about what I wanted the next five days to bring. High on my list was a sense of peace and resolve about my life. After a bit, I decided I was just being silly and I went to bed.
I hadn't slept a full night in about three months, not because I was stressed or sad, I just wasn't sleeping. That night I slept the best I had in such a long time. I felt energetic, relaxed and ready to face the day when I awoke. 
As I went about my day I felt 'different'. I couldn't explain what it was or why. It was just this sense of being safe and peaceful. I was different around others and they noticed and commented on it as well. There were other small signs that there really were angels around me, but if I wrote about them all, we'd be here for a very long time. 
Each night, I felt a sense of healing around me. I had severely damaged my foot about three weeks prior and was still hobbling around in a restrictive bandage, when the angels had come to visit. The emotional source of my injured foot was about feeling constrained or restricted with what I needed to do next. I'd been struggling for some time with a few issues, problems and directions I wanted to travel in, with no real idea of how I would achieve them. 
On the last morning I woke, with a sense of 'intent'. It was as if everything was clear in my mind. I knew exactly what it was I wanted to do and how it would unfold. My foot no longer hurt and I knew I was ready to step up and into the next part of my journey. As I walked to work that morning, I realised that the last five days had left me feeling 'peace, love and harmony'. I knew I'd received healing on my heart space and I could physically feel the difference. My aura had become brighter and I could feel and see it's resonance. 
It was sad to say goodbye to my angels. My place felt quite empty without them, and the temperature was a little cooler in my place, after I escorted them to the door.
I am forever grateful to the angels who visited me, in spite of my skepticism and also to my friend who was patient enough to wait for me to realise a visit was just what I needed.
It was an awesome experience and I have to say that it is less than a month later and two of my wishes are already well on their way to being granted. 
with love, respect and integrity
Cherie xx

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Just Because...

4/1/2013

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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! 
with love respect and integrity
Cherie xx

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Watch Your Thoughts...

28/12/2012

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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

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The 'Happy' Review

25/12/2012

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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

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Want change...?

18/12/2012

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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


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