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

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

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

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

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

There is so much I am being nudged by Spirit to talk about with you all and this came up as I was writing an email to a friend this morning. 
There is a lot of talk about negative spirits, entities and energies 'floating around' at the moment, so I thought I would share another of my core beliefs about visits from the other side. I'm not an expert, so I don't expect everyone to agree with me, but if this blog makes you think a little, then my work here is done!and I
We all have experiences that are connecting to our guides, angels or those that have crossed over - but we don't always 'see it for what it is'. Sometimes we are too preoccupied to notice, and other times it can be because we have totally closed off that part of ourself. Some experiences are good and some are not-so-good, and sometimes we struggle to think peace and love or remain in a place of calm when it happens.
We are brainwashed to believe that there are ghosts around us who want to terrify us, who want to disturb our sleep or who need to be 'sent to the light'. Who are we to decide whether someone needs to be sent away? 
How presumptuous and egocentric is that idea? 'I, in all my wisdom deem that you don't belong here, that you aren't happy and I therefore send you to the light'! What a load of hogwash! 
Don't get me wrong, there are spirits who are only to happy to get assistance to cross over and I believe we should do everything we can to help them. But I have met spirits who are quite happy where they are thank you very much. I don't argue with them, I believe in co-existence. Why should I be prejudiced about their right to be here just because everyone else can't see them or are afraid of them?
Which brings me to the fear of spiritual encounters. If you had never been told or never watched a TV programme/movie that portrayed a spirit as something to fear, would you be holding that belief? I remember when a certain 'ghost/spiritual' series first came out. I loved it, the stories were great and I could see how they made sense...But then warm fuzzy ghost stories don't make for great ratings, so the agenda of the series changed. It wasn't about helping us to understand more about the spiritual plane, it was about keeping us in fear....and so far its doing a pretty good job.
When I tell people I see spirits, they ask why I'm not scared. It's not like they jump out from behind the door and scream 'Boo!' They don't look grotesque. They look just like average everyday people. I admit that sometimes I do let out a little squawk if I am surprised, like the day I walked through the door and there was a young boy standing in my hallway. But hey, I'd do that even if there was someone I loved standing there in the dark!
I have had experiences where a spirit has tried to frighten me, by walking through or past me, so I can sense their presence. I have had them rattle and bang things just to let me know they are there. On the whole, I have found that they aren't bad or evil, they just are. Just over a year ago I visited my Dad and as I walked in the dark, I felt and heard several signals from local spirits. I remained in a place of calm and love and told them my views on co-existence, that they didn't need to frighten me. I said I was happy for them to stay right where they were, and I hoped they would be okay if I hung around there sometimes too. There was no answer, but after that I wasn't disturbed again. In fact, the one by the gate kissed me on the cheek every time I went past, much to my amusement.
It wasn't until about 20 years ago I realised that I wasn't scared of the dark. I was scared of all I could see in the dark!
When my husband Butch passed away, I desperately wanted to see him. I figured with our incredible soulmate relationship, love and my 'gifts' it would be a breeze to 'connect'. Not so! I tried all sorts of ways to seek him out. I admit I was terribly greedy at the time. I was privileged enough to visit him in hospital three times. I had even visited him once he was out. I met him on several alternate planes (but thats a whole other blog). He sent me signs, he visited me several times, but I wanted more! My vibration became very low, as well as being sad and black as I wallowed in my grief and feelings of abandonment. I totally understand now that if he'd been around as much as I'd wanted him to, I wouldn't have stayed a part of the physical world, I would have spent as much time as I could in meditation or sleep. (There's a reason for everything - we don't have to like it, but there is!)
Almost a year after he passed I was staying at my Dad's place. When I was younger, there had been a couple of mischievous spirits who used to delight in frightening or teasing me as I tried to denounce the gifts I had. I hadn't slept alone there for many years, so I guess some of that old fear came back to sit with me. As I lay in bed, I felt someone sit on the side of the bed. I travelled back emotionally in time to my youth. I became fearful. It filled me so quickly and so deeply, I couldn't think or function. I certainly couldn't feel any peace or love around me. I pulled the covers over my head and put my ipod plugs in so I wouldn't hear anything else. Eventually I fell asleep.
The next day I was approached by someone who said 'Butch came to visit you last night'. I had told no one about my experience, so he had no way of knowing what had happened. I was devastated to discover that my fear had robbed me of a beautiful experience I had been aching for.
What I'm trying to say is that sometimes the spirits that visit us, just want to connect. Most of them don't understand our fear. If we immediately go into a state of fear, we create more fear, more negativity, more fear, more negativity, etc, until we can't think straight. If we can pause for a moment and take a deep breath, we may discover that its not as negative as we initially thought.
The veils are thinner right now, there will be more 'connections' and 'visits'. Our reaction will decide how each one unfolds. 
Here is a little advice for you: If you feel you are experiencing an encounter or fear, I want you to smile. Yep, that's it. Smile.
Now I want you to smile over the top of that smile.
Now smile over both those smiles.
Keep doing it until you can feel that smile touch and connect with your heart space. It usually takes about three smiles, but some people need more to bring that feeling of love, peace and harmony into their being.
Now when you look/sense what is around you. Is the feeling one of negativity, or was that your 'fear' projection? 
If you still fear the energy or you think it is a not-so-good experience, then say this 'If you are not here for my highest good, I ask you to leave with love.' There is no need to yell, scream or demand. Stay in your heart space and ask them to leave. If they don't, then the chances are they have something they want to share with you.
Remember there is only love and fear...and love is the champion we should choose!
with love, respect and integrity
Cherie xx

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

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

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

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

I 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

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

Tonight I'd like to talk about the power of the mind. Sometimes what we perceive to be our truth is really someone else's perception we have adopted as our own.
I have been getting 'nudges' all day to share this story, and tonight I have been reminded of it again.
About 15 years ago, I hurt my leg, which quickly gravitated to my lower back, thanks to some well-meaning but incorrect specialists who struggled to diagnose what was wrong. The pain was unbearable, I couldn't stand, sit or lie down and walking any distance was simply out of the question. Finally, I found a specialist who told me that my spine was compressed and twisted, thanks to medical misadventure. I wore a full body brace to help support my back and was on a variety of pain killers to help me cope with the pain. In a follow up appointment, I was told that nothing would ever change, that it would not improve and I should resign myself to a sedentary lifestyle. read: I would spend the rest of my life practically immobile and unable to do very much of anything. In those days I was very fit and active, I did aerobics, dancing and gardening. All of a sudden I was restricted to reading and watching TV. I was also told not do anything strenuous and restrict my movement or I was in danger of ending up in a wheelchair.
How I grieved for my life. I mourned the loss of my fierce independence, my favourite hobbies and the stuff I could do that I used to take for granted. I could have stayed in that state and spent the rest of my life sitting there feeling sorry for myself...and for six months that's exactly what I did!
One morning I woke up and was determined that this wasn't how my story would end. I was going to fight back and do as much as I could with what time I had left.
I gradually began strengthening physical body, I asked for help from my guides and angels and I decided I wouldn't give up.
After five years I was able to run up stairs, walk for 10 kilometres, I'd thrown my brace away and I stopped taking those pain killers. 
Since then I have become a massage therapist, a beginner belly dancer and have done various other things my younger self would not have believed possible after such a gloomy prognosis.
Last weekend I danced for several hours and woke up the next day with only the normal aches and pains one would expect after a vigorous workout on the dance floor.
Those well meaning doctors who told me my life was over were probably looking at a text book case. Well, I've never been one to follow the crowd. (Non-conformist is my middle name!) 
I don't believe anyone can dictate my life, or how to live it anymore - no matter how educated they are. I learnt from that experience that it is only my reaction to what others believe is my truth that decides whether I succeed or fail. 
I encourage you to listen to your intuition and inner wisdom and know that only you know how your story will be written. If we are positive and believe we can overcome the odds with all our heart, mind, body and soul, we can move mountains...or at least nudge them!
with love, respect and integrity
Cherie xx

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

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

I read somewhere that if you think your life is or was a mess, then your 'mess' is your message. It has stuck in my head for several days now and I decided to share my mess.
Not so long ago I didn't believe in myself. Love myself? I didn't evn think I liked myself. 
When someone we love passes away we can lose our identity. We are no longer a wife/husband/family member/friend we were when they were alive. This is what happened to me. I woke up one day and realised I didn't know who I was any more. I knew and loved the person I was when Butch was alive, but the person I woke up with that day was a complete stranger. I didn't even know what I liked, what was my favourite food, song or movie. Who was I really? ...and what would happen if I didn't have any redeeming features or attributes? What if what I believed about me was 'all there was' to me?
I never looked in a mirror, and if I was forced to, I would only see my hair or my teeth - whatever I was concentrating on. I was terribly hard on myself, always delving into self-criticism and putting myself down, not just in my thoughts, but around others as well. I would shrug off any comments people made that were complimentary, telling myself they were just 'blowing smoke up my bum'!
One day I woke up and thought to myself 'I am worthy, I am special and only I can fix the parts of me that are broken.
I started off with my 30 day belief system, where I listed everything I believed I wanted to do and revisited the list for the 30 days. I was surprised to find a lot of the 'stuff' that had been on my list originally weren't my truths, they were other people's perceptions and thoughts of what I should be doing. I had accumulated a lot of outdated limiting belief systems during my life and accepted them as being my truth.
I began looking at what I liked about myself and why I should choose life. I came up with three things: 'My family and friends love me'. 'My family would miss me'. 'My friends might miss me'. I struggled to come up with anything else. It didn't escape my notice that all the things that were keeping me here were all about everyone else.
Having shocked myself with these truths, I decided I needed to do something about my life; find, acknowledge and celebrate what was lovable about me. I'd love to tell you it was easy, that I never gave up, but lying isn't something I do well.
I didn't have anyone I could tell my terrible secret to - after all, I thought, who else would understand that I had no self love at all.  So I chipped away at 'finding myself for three long years until one day I looked in the woman in the mirror and she wasn't looking at me with pity or hate. In fact, she was poking her tongue out at me with love in her eyes!
Learning to love ourself is so important,. It's one of the things we should be able to do unquestioning, to love ourselves unconditionally, in spite of our faults and shadow side. These are all the things that make us unique and perfect to be the person we chose to be in this lifetime! It empowers us and allows us to 'be'.
Later, I discovered loving yourself is not something everyone does, that a lot if us have problems accepting ourselves for various reasons, whether it's personality, shape, size, beauty or intelligence.
This is why I created the 30 Day Love Yourself Boot camp, so others could experience the freedom and joy that comes with loving ourselves unquestioningly and fully. I have come through a three year self imposed Boot Camp and my life will never be the same! I love me, I love all things about me and I want everyone else to feel the same way about themselves!
with love, respect and integrity
Cherie xxx

The other day I was doing a Reiki treatment for a dear friend and client. It was such an amazing experience, I wanted to share it.
The past week or so 'past life healing' has popped into my world in many forms and I was debating whether I was getting a nudge...until I got a shove!
When I begin a treatment, I tell clients what I feel and ask if they have noticed these symptoms or we define them energectically and emotionally. As an empath, I 'feel' what is going on in my client's bodies as we 'connect' energies.
I was receiving a pain in my stomach I could only describe as severe anxiety. When I asked for confirmation, and she told me this happened whenever she was worried about what would happen to her ten year old son if she passed over. I had  severe ringing in my ears and pain in my forehead as we carried on, which we agreed was related to the anxiety as well as feeling disconnected from her spiritual side. 
I asked about her angel wings (located between the shoulder blades) and she said she couldn't feel them anymore. The sensation I had was of them being crushed. Suddenly I had a sharp pain in my left lower back, above my hip bone. I asked if that had any significance. She told me that when she was pregnant she felt like she had torn a ligament or something similar and that it often acted up when she was extremely stressed.
As I sent energy into her shoulders, I could feel a tingling where my angel wings are, and a sensation as if they were being unfurled. At that point of time, she raised her upper back and told me she felt like she needed to adjust how she was lying, because there didn't seem to be enough room between her and the table. We hadn't been speaking at that stage, so this was validation for both of us.
I had a sudden visual of what had happened in her past life. She'd been a soldier, sometime in the Roman era. He was stabbed through the hip in a horrific battle and as he lay there dying, his last thoughts were for his wife and two children. I described his wife Sandra, and mentioned her long black hair.
Instantly my client began to cry, telling me that as a toddler she'd had a strange attachment to a long black wig, wearing it continuously until her mother hid it. She'd always wanted long black hair and was disappointed that it didn't suit her. Having come back as a female this lifetime, she'd wanted to be the woman 'he' had loved in that lifetime.
The position of the hip pain and the stomach anxiety explained why my client had such an intense fear of the future for her child and herself.
I explained that Christophe, the soldier, had helped her to get to where she was right now, but his time was now over and it was time for her to take charge of her life. He had helped her when things had seemed hopeless, when she struggled to keep going, by reminding her of this past life emotion. When things were at their bleakest, the thought of her son had kept her battling on.
Christophe stood before me (as close as he could, I might add!), a handsome man in full battle gear. He would have been around the same age as my client.
It is my belief that when we have a past life guide like Christophe, that as we reach the same age they were when they passed over, this is the time we need to take over.
I thanked Christophe for his assistance in her life thus far, for keeping her on track and reminding her she had much to live for, even when it didn't feel like it. I told him she would now take over and he could go home to Sandra now.  I then asked my client to ensure she did the same.
I had the distinct sensation of the sword being gently removed and the space where it had been, being healed over. My client said she could also feel sensations in that area. We both felt a great sense of peace and love fill the room.
A short time later, as I was packing up, a candle that had been burning during the healing was knocked over - in the opposite direction that the wind was blowing the curtains.... Christophe had left the building!

The next day, my client sent me a text
'Oh wow, that reiki and reading were amazing. I feel amazing, confident, inspired, energetic, peaceful and calm and an amazing secure feeling about what the future holds. It feels like I need to share this feeling of kindness to everyone I know. Feels like the world is my oyster! Never felt like this before. I am in control of my life and feel I can do anything with my head held high! Thank you...

Sometimes we have strange fears and emotions we can't explain. Situations and  events can create a sense of 'knowing' or a repeated reaction to them from our
past lives. We may not remember, but our cells, inner wisdom and energy do.  
It's putting the puzzle together that creates a sense of  understanding and realisation. Isn't it awe-inspiring to know that you may be receiving guidance from another you - for as long as you need it?!!
Thanks to my wonderful friend and client who allowed me to share this as well as her message. x
with love, respect and integrity
Cherie xx

Quite often when I do a reiki or massage, I end up with am extra 'visitor'. I used to tell people who came in and why or what they wanted, but unless someone is ready to hear about that side of life, they just freak out....and never call me again. It's funny how some people think that because I'm psychic or I can feel the pain or discomfort within their body, that I have the ability to read their minds as well! Even if I could, I wouldn't do that. To me reading someone's energy or doing a reading without their permisson is plain bad manners - it's just like breaking into someone's house...
Sometimes the 'visitor' is extremely helpful, whispering advice, or placing their hands on mine to place more power in my client's energy field. I have had my hand pushed slightly, pushed down and even had arms wrapped around me as I do a reiki healing. I love it! It's so wonderful to know their spirit family, or angels are doing the best they can for the person on my table.  I am always grateful for any help from our Spirit frends and family.
Unless I know my client wants to hear about the spiritual side of healing, I say nothing. My belief is my belief and it is not my right to force it on anyone else.
I have never had a negative experience while doing my treatments, I know that anyone in the room with us is only here for our highest good. End of story!
I did have a giggle the other day as I was giving a lady a massage in her own home. I 'heard' someone come in and they stood slightly behind me. I knew it was a male energy, and he had a message for the woman on my table. I was filling in for another therapist, so I didn't know much about her or what her beliefs were. I 'talked' (with my thoughts) to the spirit as I worked. 'I'm sorry, but I can't give any messages to Anna. I don't know how she will take it and I don't want to frighten or upset her.'
He wasn't angry, but he was a little peeved, and I swear he stamped his feet at me! All of a sudden there was a sound in the ceiling above me. It started as a cracking sound, then as it spread, I imagined it was similar to a sheet of ice as it cracks and splinters. It sounded so real and loud I was almost too scared to look up in case it was about to fall down around my ears.
Anna looked up suddenly and said 'What the hell was that? I've never heard that before.' We both looked up, but there was no trace of anything wrong with the ceiling.
I smiled and said nothing as I carried on massaging, but I had a chuckle as I realised I had seen my first Spirit tantrum!
with love, respect and integrity
Cherie xx

Sometimes we have crazy dreams we can't possibly explain.  I believe dreams are the result of messages our unconscious, our intuition or our guides want us to listen to. Although some of them seem to have such strange content, we can always find a gem within that tells us something we aren't looking at or attending to within our lives.
Our subconscious uses dreams to help us to think about things we are repressing or trying to bury/hide from ourselves. It's usually a wake up call. It very rarely means exactly what the dream portrays. Our subconscious speaks to us in pictures we understand and the emotions that go with them.
Dreams aren't always as straightforward as we think they are.
Sometimes our subconscious or our guides are trying to tell us something
important. Each persons dream will be unique to them and their thought patterns,
values and mindsets, so we need to unravel these for you to discover what your
dream is trying to tell you.
The only time our guides and spirit family can get into our minds is when we are asleep or meditating - when our busy minds are at rest. Otherwise it's like trying to cross a busy highway, it's hit or miss for our spiritual companions.
Although dream books are extremely helpful, if a definition doesn't resonate with you, then you may find it difficult to make sense of it. Everyone's dream is unique to them, as what one thing symbolises a certain thing in one person's mind isn't always the same in another, so it's important to look at the symbols in a dream and what they mean to you. Once we establish what they represent, we may discover you have an Aha! moment. Once you have reached this stage you may find the dreams stop because your subconscious has made it's point.

 Here's an example of a dream to give you an idea of what I mean.
Supposing you had a dream where you were in a house, pregnant and very unhappy. Your partner was extremely happy. Next thing you were in a car and it spun out of control...and then you woke up.
These are some of the questions I would ask you:
Being pregnant to me means you have an idea, something you are thinking
of doing or a project, etc. What does pregnant mean to you? When you think of
being pregnant, what do you associate it with?
For me a baby is usually about a new beginning, so it could be a fresh start, new venture, something different about to happen in your life. What does this mean to you, not in actually holding one or having one. Is it a sense of fulfilment? A burden? A struggle? Contentment?
If you knew the sex of the baby, to me a girl would mean it is either to do with your femininity or something that affects you personally. So are you acknowledging your feminine side? Do you feel desirable? Are you being all you can be? A boy would be about being strong, taking action, feeling confident in yourself. Are you feeling overwhelmed by the will of others? Do you feel stuck? Are you feeling unhappy or stifled at work? Do you want to change your career direction?
Are you and your partner happy? Do you feel something is lacking? Do you feel less than desirable? Is there something you want to sort out within your relationship but don't know where to start? Do you have an idea for a venture that you would like to pursue but you aren't saying it out loud? Are you buying a house or taking a
risk financially and it is worrying you? Do you want to buy a house or take a risk and your partner doesn't?
I believe a house is usually symbolic of our soul, the place where we truly live. Do you feel happy in yourself? Do you feel you are being all you can be? Do you feel like there is more to life?
Are there any other specifics in the dream? Rooms? Colours? Where do you think you are? Country? Time, as in present time? Is anyone else around you? What else is happening?
If it's a kitchen, what does a kitchen symbolise to you? For me a kitchen is all about drudgery and boredom, never-ending sameness. If it's a bedroom, what does that mean? Is it about your inner sanctuary? Is it your cave away from the world? Is it a place for sleeping? Or is it a place full of romance and sex?
When I define my own dreams, a car typically symbolises our journey through life. What type of car was it? Is it your current car? Is it better? Is it worse? What colour iss it? What does that colour mean to you? Were you cramped? What does a car mean to you personally? What springs into your mind immediately when you think about a car accident? Could it be a fear for the person/people in the car's safety? Or for your relationship with yourself? Does it feel like your life is out of control, that you aren't driving your journey?
Is there a part of you waiting for something bad to happen to you....your partner, family or your relationship. Do you feel as if it's too good to be true? Do you feel unworthy or that he/she could/should have someone better?  Do you feel like your relationship has changed for better? for worse?

It is important to break your dream up into the bigger symbols and then look
at what each one means to you. I used to write down each item and list what they
represented to me; what I feel when I think about them and anything else that
popped into my mind. As I did so, I would usually have an Aha! moment and
understand the message. I love the challenge of defining what my message is. In
fact I'm disappointed when I don't get to dream! Having done it for so many
years, I don't need to write it down anymore. I wake up in the morning and think
'Okay, I need to address that issue, or I need to do that for me, etc'

Of course there is another theory as well.  As I say in another chapter, I believe we currently live on many planes, that major decisions we make impact how our life pans out (similar to the movie Sliding Doors). Generally it feels like we are a bystander, or that they can't see us. However, when we visit these alternate planes in our dreams it is possible to feel all the pain, emotions and anguish, because we are that person too. So in a different plane, someone may have been killed or the outcome may have been different.
I know that when I 'visit' another plane, although I am watching what is happening, I feel all the emotions of the person in the dream so acutely as if I was experiencing it, and in a way I am.
I'd be willing to bet that the next dream you have, you will look at it differently.
with love, respect and integrity
Cherie xx
(picture by Zen Gardener)
 


  
 

(excerpt from my book)
We are each given guides to help us along our life path. Some are from past lives, whether they are friends, family or enemies. Some of our guides 'owe' us for a misdeed in a past life. Others have a specific personality trait we need to draw upon and some are here because they agreed to help us during our
journey. There is no limit to the number of guides we have, some are here for a specific time frame or until we resolve an issue or past life emotion we have brought through into this life and others are here for our entire life.
I've had many guides through my life and I'm going to use some of them as an example of why they were here.
I have (had):
Alfie, a 'boat' man who did me wrong in a past life, messing with my affections and deserting me when I became pregnant. He stands guard over me and helps me rediscover my inner strength. He uses his oar in a way a soldier might stand at attention with a rifle.
Maria, is a spanish dancer, who encourages me to dance and enjoy life.
Carlos is a gypsy I helped to escape when fortune telling was illegal in Spain. He is repaying a debt and tried for many years to get me to accept my psychic-ness.
Sarah was my younger sister, who had played for my parent's affections and landed me in trouble many times because she was cute and I was 'old enough to know better'. She was here to show me that I can still be child-like and use my imagination.
I also have a High Priestess, whose name I've never known. I also was a High Priestess in that lifetime and we were like sisters. She spent a fair amount of years trying to help me see the divine being within me. I died a horrible death in that
lifetime, swearing never to put myself in that position ever again. Over time,
she has convinced me that times are different and it's safe to be all I am. She appeared in my life at a time when I was heartsick and didn't want to  be a part of this world. She would assume my reflection in the mirror. Synchronistically, the time she began to be a part of my life and when I was giving up on life is about the age I had died in that previous lifetime. We wrote a contract on the etheric plane where she agreed to help me through that difficult time.
Peter is a son I miscarried in this lifetime. He appears as a 15 year old, because that is the age he 'chooses' to be. He helps me to remember how amazing I am, that I am lovable even when I feel I'm at my most unlovable! He knows everything about me and still loves me unconditionally. He gets a bit annoyed with me sometimes when I forget to do the same, or to ask for help.
Brian has been with me since birth. He's a bit of a straight talker and doesn't
mind giving me a bitch slap from the other side now and then. I don't believe we
shared any lifetimes together, he just signed up to be my babysitter! He helps
me in all things.
Butch, my husband, is also around me, helping me to learn to live again and he puts in a good word with other people's guides to help smooth the way. I'm told he feels responsible for leaving me to struggle, which is sad and uplifting at the same time. He also makes me realise I am loved and that although his physical presence is gone,I am never alone.
My Grandma is also around me, helping to smooth the way and provide comfort when she can.
I also have a guide who is a Light Spirit. His name is complicated to say, so I just call him Sam. He's taller than the ceiling in my room and has to bend in half if he visits. I have met with him in a meditation and danced with my feet resting on his. He carries me effortlessly and I feel such joy around him. 
Guides can come and go continually. They don't just stand around waiting for
us to need them. They have 'lives' to lead as well. I know that Carlos, Sarah
and the High Priestess are no longer around me. They have achieved what they
were here to do. The rest are still around me, and I know Ihave a few new ones waiting in the wings as I evolve, appearing as my needs and lessons change with me.
Some people see their guides, others feel, sense or hear them. I could feel
Alfie, can hear Brian and I would see the High Priestess as I looked in  the mirror. 
I love all my guides and spirit family, they each bring something different
to my life, so I know I have all the bases covered. I know that whatever happens
I can call on them for assistance. I know they whisper to me as I sleep, hug me
when I'm miserable and inspire me to be all I can be.  They laugh and cry along with me, and will cheer from the sidelines when I most need it. However they never interfere with my free will, and will only step in to offer guidance or assistance if I ask them. If I have a difficult issue with someone or something, they will 'chat' to the guides of others involved to help resolve the situation.
I believe that sometimes the orbs that show up in photos are imprints of the energy from our spirit family and guides. I also believe that not every reading or visit to a psychic will immediately allow us access to all our guides. Sometimes they only step forward when we need to know about them and the reason th
Discovering who our guides are and why they are around us is important. We are better able to see what challenge we are facing and know we aren't alone. We never are, it is only our perception that we are.
As beings of source, we are always connected, even if we don't see or realise it at the time. There is a lot of comfort just in the knowing!
with love, respect and integrity
Cherie xx

I have had the most wonderful day today. Two of my favourite cousins (and spirit sisters) and I spent the afternoon in the sun talking about all things spiritual. It was fantastic to share our views, agreeing on many and having our own opinion on others. It was perfect! I came home feeling so contented - even though my vocal chords were a bit sore for some strange reason.
It was fantastic to 'be'. We could talk about anything and everything, there were no limits. What answers we weren't sure about we explored options until we found one that 'felt right'.
There was a time when I could never have had such open and frank discussion with anyone about this. I hid that part of me away for many years, only showing people what I thought was 'safe' for them to see. I'd learnt my lesson, after being treated like 'the devil's spawn' for believing in what I did and therefore, according to them, turning my back on religion per se.
It was funny, the more I hid my true self, the more people turned up in my life who thought spirituality was voodoo or witchcraft, and always evil. I discovered there was more prejudice from those with religious beliefs rather than vice versa. I admit I found this a surprising revelation. It didn't seem to matter which way I turned, these personality types kept coming out of the woodwork, pushing my buttons. It was with relief I finally 'came out of the closet' and admitted my beliefs.
When I finally began living my truth totally, I attracted all these wonderful souls into my life. I found out that many of the friends I encountered afterwards as well as some of my existing ones (and that includes my amazing cousins) also had similar beliefs. It was liberating to be 'me' and actually talk about all aspects of the
Universe, swapping stories and experiences as well as opinions.
Here's the thing; If we aren't being true to ourselves, if we aren't being who we truly are and live within the integrity of our soul, the Universe sends us all sorts of random people who will push our buttons, to nudge us and remind us who we are. As long as we are living in dysfunction or at odds with our 'self', we will attract others who are doing the same - it's that same old energy story. 
When we have stepped into who we truly are, we then attract others who have done the same. I look back now and can see how often and how hard the Universe 'nudged' me....and I'm truly grateful. Living my truth is a hell of a lot better than living someone else's lie.
So if there is someone around you pushing your buttons, ask yourself, is there something I need to address? What is it that feels so raw when I'm around this person? Do I need to show who I am? Do I need to admit to myself what is my truth? Because sometimes, just sometimes, the Universe is trying to get you to rise to the occasion and show your true colours and stop standing in the shadow of perception!
Thanks to Joy & Shell for such an awe-inspiring and amazing day full of insight, love, laughter and sharing! Love you xx
with love, respect and integrity
Cherie xx

For the last couple of months, I've been freelancing as a psychic reader for a couple of other companies. It wasn't about the money (because the payment was
extremely low) it was more about stretching myself, seeing what I was capable of doing. I was reading for people all over the world and it was kinda cool being
able to get visuals of people and places I had never visited..
 It was incredibly interesting to see that it doesn't matter where in the world a reading is purchased, most of the questions are similar - love, career, money, family. 
The difference was that I noticed that some people would pay for a reading every
week - it was as if they couldn't make a single decision without consulting a psychic. I found this incredibly sad that so many people give away their power to someone they think has all the answers.
As you can imagine I struggled with the flowery talk that some psychics use, but in
the end they decided I could just 'be me'! Hah! As if I would even attempt to be
anyone else!
Each of my readings had a message in it, empower yourself, believe in you, don't take any crap, you are cleverer than you think and you are worth more. I like to
think I made a difference. I did receive some feedback, so I know I changed a few people's perceptions of themselves.
It was kinda sad to stop doing it, but it was taking up way too much of my time for  no real financial gain. That makes it sound like I'm all about the money, but even psychics have to pay bills!
My message tonight is to remember you are a powerful being, you are intuitive, you
have access to inner wisdom, don't give away your power, ever!
A reading should be a tool, it should inspire you, empower you, encourage you and tell you things about yourself that you maybe hid away and needed a nudge from Spirit.
It can have guides, guidance and visits or messages from the other side, past life information and information that you have requested the reading to be about. It should never make you feel 'less than' or encourage you to become dependent on anyone. Think of it as turning on the GPS as you travel on your life journey.
with love, respect and integrity
Cherie xx

In 1999 I suffered from a back injury. I was told I would only ever live a sedentary life, that I could look forward to doing not much more than reclining on a couch for the rest of my life. In those days I wore a back brace and couldn't wear shoes with backs on them due to incessant pain. Walking or standing was difficult. For six months I passed most of my days, half sitting/lying on a couch. I kept myself busy learning how to write better, how to play the harmonica and reading.
For those six months I grieved for the body I had taken for granted. I'd been extremely active, exercised daily and felt that not being able to dance, do my household chores and even go shopping signified my life was over. I mourned not being able to play or lift my grandchildren if and when they eventually appeared in my life. 'Depressed' was too light a word to use to explain my state of mind.
Then one day, I decided no one was going to tell me my life story, that I was the mistress of my destiny and I had a choice. Gradually I worked on my muscles, I started walking a little each day, then joined a gym when I needed to step up my exercise program. We moved to Australia in 2003. At that time I would take a lift because walking up stairs was just too difficult and painful. We walked almost every day as well as attending a local gym. After six months, I was racing my husband, Butch up four flights of stairs.
Yesterday I went to the Botanical Gardens with my daughter and my wonderful grandchildren. As I was looking at the photos, I was reminded of how dark and dismal my life once felt. I was also reminded of my stubbornness and determination and willingness to adapt.
In the above photo, I am showing Ella, one of my granddaughters how to jump on leaves to create a satisfying crunching sound. Where once jumping was something I could never have contemplated, where walking for a long period of time was out of the question, where carrying either of my grandchildren wold have been considered an impossible dream, I now know that when we set our minds to it, anything is possible. We can overcome great odds, if only we believe in ourselves and trust that we know ourselves better than anyone else ever will.
Today I celebrate my stubbornness, my willingness to adapt and the resilience of my spirit. My back injury is by no means fixed or cured, but I have found ways to ensure I have a quality of life that far exceeds the dire predictions of doctors and specialists.
In my list of accomplishments I list being a massage therapist, a belly dancer, a fun grandma and an active participant in my life.
I thank those people who said I couldn't, wouldn't and shouldn't. They were the same people who inspired me to believe I can, shall and will. I am grateful for the encouragement they gave by being so negative, because it was within their negativity, I found the positivity I needed.
Are there people in your life or your past who you need to be grateful for? For without their input, you may not have strived to follow your dreams and to be all you can be?  Remember to thank them.
Sometimes events, situations and people present in our lives to prove how strong and amazing we can be...if only we try!
with love, respect and integrity
Cherie  xx

I have been doing volunteer massages on a weekly basis at a centre for senior citizens and  intellectually disabled people.
During this time I have noticed that there can be a certain 'musty smell' around those who don't get around much (said with love). I used to think was just associated with the older generation, as I remember smelling it around my grandparents as a child. I've come to the conclusion this is 'stale energy', when we aren't moving around or using the energy trapped within our bodies.
The last couple of weeks when I've come home, I've had a whiff of it as I work on my laptop at night and I couldn't understand why. I knew I'd had a shower and changed.
Tonight I mentioned it to my cousin, who asked if I thought I was bringing 'someone' home with me. Talk about an A-ha! moment! Now this might seem like a perfectly obvious explanation, considering what I do. However, given that most of the people I massage for have reached the age where they have lost a lot of loved ones, I usually shut myself down completely before I leave my house. It would be just too overwhelming (and noisy) otherwise and I wouldn't be able to focus on what I'm really there to do.
I sat on my couch and talked quietly to a beautiful, frail female spirit. I asked her to put her hands in mine, to trust that I would help her. I reassured her that there was nothing to be scared of, I would help her to cross over. I could feel the tingling sensation in my hands as she did so. I told her I was calling the angels to come in and take her to love and light. She was quite anxious and I explained they wouldn't take her unless she was ready and willing. I would stay right here with her until she felt the time was right.
The room became warm and I knew her escorts had arrived. There was a knock at the door (two light taps) and as soon as she saw them she 'flew' across the room to be greeted with open arms. It was beautiful and happened so fast, I didn't even have time to say goodbye to her. Isn't that so wonderful? Her fear was unfounded. As soon as she felt the unconditional love, she knew she was going home and it was where she wanted to be. I would like to believe we will all feel that magical moment when it's our time, and if we don't, I hope that someone will help us to discover it.
with love, respect and integrity
Cherie xx

Some time ago I attended a christening/baptism and was taking photos to mark the occasion, using a new camera.
Later, wehen I looked through the photos, I found this amongst them. I was going to delete it as a freak of photography, but when I looked closely at the picture I could see a person lying in a bed, (or perhaps a coffin) with angels comforting and embracing them.
I couldn't help wondering whether this was a sign that someone had been receiving healing as they slept, or if it was the energy left over from a funeral held recently at the church.
There was no indication that any of the other photos were related to this one. It was smack dab in the middle of two shots of the godparents.
Regardless of how I interpret this photo, I felt it was validation, a sign that there is more to our world than what we see though our eyes. Angels are amongst us, loving us, comforting us and a part of our life journey.

Today I'd like to talk about orbs. I get orbs a lot in my photos, sometimes I get fairies (but that's a whole different post!). some people tell me orbs are a result of dirty camera lenses, dust or
water droplets, but that doesn't explain why I can take two photos in a row and the orbs have moved or disappeared. It has been said that once you have seen one in a photo and acknowledged it, then you will be able to recognise them in your own photos, and I expect that has a lot to do with  awareness more than anything.
My belief and perception of orbs is that they are positive energy all around us. I know when I'm at my lowest and feeling isolated, it is comforting to see an orb or too. (and yes, I know it's weird, but when I do feel that way, my trusty camera is with me to confirm that belief.
Some people say orbs are negative and I guess that's their perception, but it's
not mine.
I remember my first orb, I was at Ripley's Believe It or Not! on the Gold Coast. There was this strange circle on my waist. I enlarged the photo and could clearly see a laughing face! After that they appeared in many of my photos, regardless of which camera or whose it was that I took photos.
The photo with this post was taken on a fishing trip I went on as we headed out from
Mooloolaba. I showed it to one of the guys and he told me the usual explanations. I explained what an orb was, that it could be spirit energy, guides or our spirit family. He found that hard to believe, so I gave up trying to convince him.
Three nights later, at 10:30pm, I received an excited call from him. He asked if I'd noticed that the fishing rod could be seen through the orb, so it couldn't be dust or water. I resisted the urge to say something like 'No shit?!' He then went on to say that he had enlarged one of the other photos, which had an orb right beside his face, and he could clearly see his Grandma, complete with her glasses on! Gotta love that validation!
So, my question is, have you ever had orbs in your photos? After seeing this picture, do you have any doubt whatsoever that we aren't alone?! xx
If you have any orb photos that you would like me to include in the Orb album on my facebook page, please email them to angelicattitude@live.com.au.