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On Being Psychic..

23/3/2012

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Being psychic doesn't mean my life is perfect or that I know what will happen in my own future. I didn't predict the passing of my husband Butch in 2008, or the
disaster zone his passing would leave. My life thus far has been anything but
smooth sailing. I don't spend time moaning about the events that have  dramatically changed me or my life. Instead I celebrate them because they make
me a better person, more empathic, and as a result, I have a deep understanding for others and their journey. I've been there. I understand the feelings, emotions and thoughts that plague us all and why we can sometimes find it difficult to step into our own power. I know only too well what it's like to
struggle, what it's like to give up and how hard it is to bounce back.
I'm not a guru. I'm just an ordinary person leading a reasonably ordinary life (with a host of invisible friends!). I don't have all the answers and don't profess to. Spirit has been my consolation, my inspiration and my wisdom when I find it difficult to find those qualities within myself.
You're probably wondering why I'm writing this post. I'm not sure why myself. All I know is that all afternoon I've been nudged by Spirit to share my human-ness, my ordinary-ness as well as my spiritual journey. We all hit rock bottom at some stage in our lives. We all wonder if we can ever raise ourselves up again. The resilience of the human spirit is awe-inspiring and amazing. We are capable of anything we set our mind to, of following our dreams and stepping boldly into our magnificence. 
Perhaps the reason I'm writing this post is to remind you (and me) that we're all capable of doing great things, of fulfilling our dreams and being all we can be in spite of the obstacles, sadness and disasters in our life!
Celebrate the lessons we've learnt and know everything happens for a reason, even if we can't see the positive side at the time.
When something negative happens in our lives, we have a choice...we can be a victim or a survivor. I know which one I'll always pick!
with love, respect & integrity
Cherie (survivor) xx

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Past Life reflections...

26/1/2012

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Recently I went on a cruise. I was both excited and apprehensive about the idea of being stuck out on a ship in the middle of the ocean when there was perfectly good land where I live. It was a huge step from my comfort zone and pushed all those 'Oh my gawd, what was I thinking?' buttons. All my life I've never much wanted to go out to sea, or be where I couldn't see land in the distance.
As we got closer to the ships gangway I began to feel flutterings of panic, I couldn't explain these feelings or begin to justify them. I put it down to my comfort zone theory and kept walking.
After boarding the boat, I had a kind of memory that kept haunting me. I felt as if I was losing everything and everyone, that I was being abandoned, rather than me being the one who was leaving voluntarily. From our room I could see the harbour outside and I kept looking out towards it to reassure myself. I knew it wasn't too late, I could leave if I really wanted to while we were still docked there.
After going on a tour of the ship I went back to the room, feelings of panic flooding me. I couldn't squash the enotions and I felt like a child again. I just wanted to get off, to go back to my loved ones, I didn't want to be separated from them forever...Forever? Where did that word come from?!
As we sat on one f the top decks I looked out and saw we were moving. I frantically sent text messages to everyone telling them I loved them and oops! I wasn't sure if I should be doing this at all.
I wanted to cry. I felt so alone in the world. It was almost as if I was being exiled. It didn't matter what I did to distract myself, I couldn't shake this feeling of abandonment, desolation and even guilt. What the hell was going on here?
Later that night I was lying in my bed and I had a vision. I was an eight year old boy named William, sitting under a bunk bed. I was scared, hurt and hiding.
I looked over to the other bed in the cabin and a young girl with blonde hair was crying, her face swollen with tears and bruising. 'Why didn't you save me Willie?' I was racked with guilt as I looked at my younger sister, so sad and hurt. It was my duty to protect her and I had failed. I didn't know how and I didn't know why, but I knew with every cell of my being it was my fault.
I knew instantly this was a past life experience, sure it wasn't on this ship, but I knew it had happened somewhere, sometime.
As I acknowledged what was happening and the feelings I was experiencing the vision disappeared and I fell asleep. I wasn't as stressed as I had been because I now knew why I had been so reluctant to board. Its funny how past lvfes can have a bearing on our present life experiences.
A couple of days later a fellow passenger was telling me about a movie that had been playing that day. It was called Sunshine and Oranges and was about the children who were shipped from England to Australia in the 1950s and 1960s after being told they were orphans. They were horribly abused and forced into slave labour when they arrived in Australia. I'd never heard of this movie or this story but suddenly it was as if a light went off in my head. Everything that happened yesterday now made perfect sense. I acknowledged the pain of that lifetime and released it. The vision never returned and those feelings of abandonment, dread and guilt disappeared.
So next time you have an irrational emotion surrounding an event or about a person, perhaps it isn't so much an instant aversion, maybe, just maybe, your soul is remembering an event that happened long ago. Wouldn't it be nice to be in touch with that side of you, what you learnt and why you dragged it with you, like excess baggage into this lifetime?
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Sometimes something small can be something big...

19/1/2012

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As some of you know, I've just returned from a cruise. It was an interesting time with lots of messages coming through, past life memories and spirit energy around me. There were so many experiences, I won't tell you about them all in one blog - you might fall asleep!
I've always had a connection with spirit, receiving messages and insights, even when I didn't want to hear them, However, I've always loved sharing my experiences and imparting the wisdom I receive..
I met lots of wonderful people, but I have chosen this one for today's story.
A lady I met was still grieving the loss of her father after many years and although she believed in the fact that spirit is around us all the time, she couldn't feel his presence and it was tearing her apart. She'd tried various ways to connect with him, like purchasing the house she had lived in as a child. She'd been disappointed when she moved in and still she couldn't feel him there.
I told her he was around her all the time, that she didn't have to go back to where he used to be.
We went to her cabin and I gave her some Reiki. He appeared beside her and kept saying 'I'm sorry, so sorry'. He really wanted to let her know he knew  he'd hurt her before he passed over. He also mentioned something about a ship in a bottle, although we never did work out what that was about. I hope that when she returned her Mum was able to shed some light on that.
When I told her what had happened, she explained how disappointed she was, that they had such a beautiful, loving relationship, she was so sure he would have let her know he was there. A lot of us do that, we expect the connection to remain the same after someone we love has passed, but all too often the signs aren't big or bold enough for us to recognise.
I asked her to begin to notice songs she heard, especially if they reminded her of her Dad, to notice synchronistic events, misplaced items, electrical disturbances or unexplained noises. She assured me she'd been doing that for years and nothing had happened. I explained that because she'd been so desperate and this had been followed by devastating disappointment, she'd begun to feel depressed or down about it. Spirit needs our vibration to be high for them to connect. They are existing at a different frequency to us and it is tiring for them to come down to our level of consciousness. If we're feeling sad or negative it can be too hard for them to make contact.
With the Reiki she'd received and the conversation we'd just had, I said there would be a sign soon, she just needed to believe it to be true. As we sat there talking, we were startled by a clear sound of something being tapped on glass in the room. I looked at her and said 'There's your proof that your father is around you'. She was so excited and happy and promised she would try to remain open to signs from her Dad.
Several days later a group of us were having tea and discussing the highlights of our cruise. She told us hers was someone tapping on a glass in her room. We smiled at each other as the rest of the group looked at her, trying to work out what she was talking about.
Today I want those of us who desperately miss someone to raise our vibration, to allow our loved ones to let us know they are thinking of us.
with love, integrity and respect
Cherie xx

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Look beyond the rocks...

23/8/2011

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Is there anyone else out there who plans to go to the beach to retreat, reconnect, to find solace within the ebb and flow of the waves, only to discover the bluddy tide is out?!
Even if I was so inclined, which I'm not, I couldn't even throw myself off the longest pier because I'd only end up on my arse - which is pretty much the norm for me at the moment!  I suppose I could have jumped into the mud and prayed for quicksand....
As I sat there, looking at the landscape, I couldn't help but feeling the mud and rocks symbolised my life right at that moment. Everything felt murky and full of obstacles..  I tossed up whether to go back to the comfort of home where I could hide from the biting cold, or remain seated on a stone cold (ha ha) rock, which was probably giving me 'monkey piles' like my Mum warned me about whenever I sat on cold concrete.....A part of me felt I needed to sit there until I could see past the dark and dismal to the tranquil beauty in the distance.
As I sat there on the pile of rocks lying haphazardly around me, I noticed they were kinda smooth after years of being pummelled by the sea.
If I was to equate that to me, I would say, yes, life has shaped me, taken my rough edges off - not without sacrifice or pain, I'm sure! So, within that context, if I was to consider this pile of different shaped rocks around me, I could think of them as my talents, skills and abilities. There are small ones, strange looking ones, big 'in your face' ones, just like my talents or skills. The fact they are all heaped in a big messy pile is relevant too (and yes, I do realise this is a man-made pile...so is mine - well, woman-made! LOL)
Like the rocks stacked here, I am struggling to work out which dream I should be following, which ones inspire and lift me.
All too often as we accumulate skills and talents, but we don't see them as amazing abilities. We take them for granted, or lack the confidence to feel proud of our achievements. It's only when someone points out how awesome it is that we take a step back and notice how incredible we are.
This happened to me this morning when I spoke to a good friend and set me to thinking about what I want to do in my life. I know I love my writing, I love helping others with psychic readings and healing through Reiki and massage, but is this where my passion is, my fire? I already know the answer, these are my passion, they light the fire in my soul, so why am I doing all the other 'stuff'? Its time to cull the ones that don't serve my purpose or help me to be all that I can be.
Back to my seaside musing...
In front of me the rocks thin out and scatter, reducing in size. To me, these represent the obstacles we encounter on our way to personal greatness. By the way, personal greatness isn't measured by wealth, possessions or a great relationship, unless of course its loving ourselves wholly and unconditionally. It's about being all you are meant to be. These rocks are the big incidents in our life, the ones that create change whether we want it or not.
The small rocks gradually give away to rubble and eventually muddy looking sand. These are the day to day tribulations or 'hiccups', like missing a bus or a green light, spilling sugar as we put it in our coffee mug or running out of our favourite biscuits. Apart from those that disrupt our life and change our day or life irrevocably we barely register the impact they have.
Just past that murky patch, the sand is is gleaming in the sun (I have to use a little imagination here, as the sun is behind a cloud and I can't quite see the colour of the sand from here, but I 'know' it to be true).
The sea laps at the sand invitingly, encouraging me to look past all the boulders, rocks, stones, rubble and dirty sand to begin a journey of discovery, full of light and opportunity, to me, to my personal greatness....if only I take that first step.
I can't take all these rocks with me, or I'll need scuba gear. However, if I take those ones that matter most to me, the ones that light a fire in my belly. I can probably take some and still keep my head above water. Who knows? Once I have put faith in my 'rocks', they just might float to the surface or even better yet, they may float higher and carry me to where I truly want to be.
It's all about faith, faith in our choices, our abilities, what and who we love and most importantly faith in OURSELVES!
Love and Respect
Cherie x

PS. In the distance I can see someone sitting at the end of another pier. I wonder if they are seeing the beauty around them, or like me, do they have to 'look past' the rocks to get there?
Life is beautiful if we just take the time to sit still and 'be' to notice.

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