As I write this blog post, I am travelling back from Glastonbury, or the Isle of Avalon, the heart chakra of Earth. I had to write as the memories were still so fresh in my mind, so afraid that I would forget these feelings, new emotions and gentle (yet powerful) shifts in energy.
Some people I have only known for three days, yet I have laughed and cried with them, over the breakfast table, feeling a sense of closeness and openness, a sense of ease and safety which has come so naturally, it felt as though they had always been in my life.
There was one moment during our retreat, when we visited the Chalice Well Gardens, up at the lion’s head sacred fountain. I was cleansing my crystals with the clear cool of the iron oxide waters, whilst my seventy-four-year old mum dipped her toes into the shallow of the stream below me.
My dear friend Stuart chose this very moment to capture her, dipping her feet in the flow of the sacred waters and all became still in this natural space. Just in that calm, the light, the energy……I could feel something in the atmosphere, perhaps between me, mum and Stuart, perhaps between water, crystals and skin….there was a kind of silent magik in the air.
When our Reiki Master Melanie asked what our favourite memory of Glastonbury was, my thoughts returned to that moment in the Chalice Well Gardens. How the energy just hung there for a few seconds and seemingly we all understood something that we couldn’t quite articulate.
Outside of the cottage that mum and I stayed in, was a large spinning wheel artefact that had been propped up against the stone wall. It repeatedly kept stealing my attention every time I walked past it.
As I was reading through a new book on Wicca that I had purchased from one of the gorgeous bookshops in Glastonbury town, I was reading through the lists of Gods that can be connected to as part of the faith. Immediately I was drawn to the Slavic God “Rod”. He stood out because two weeks ago, during a shamanic drum meditation journey, I clearly saw the name Rod during my meditation and could make no sense of why I simply received a name and my peers all appeared to receive deep and meaningful meditation journeys.
I decided to research this Slavic God and to my amazement, I have found out that he is the God of family connections and not only that, but his symbol is also the spinning wheel.
It was in that moment that I understood the power of family connection, the power of friends (old and new) and the spirit of community and above all, gratitude and love.
“There is no power on earth that can withstand the united cooperation on spiritual levels of men and women of goodwill everywhere”; Wellesley Tudor Pole (Found of Chalice Well Trust).
It was the fact that as I sit here, staring at my laptop with nothing in my head to write about that gave me the title for this week’s blog post. I must give the credit to my husband as he is the one who is always telling me that in life, if you do not know what to do, or what decision to make, then to just do something.
I feel these are wise words. Especially when boredom, procrastination and that niggly feeling of “I don’t know where to begin” creeps in. If you start to do at least something, then it diverts your energy at least somewhere and things happen.
I realised this week that I haven’t used a vison board since I have been living in my new house and it might be a good idea to resurrect it and get it back up on the wall.
Yes, I am one of those people that truly believe in the power of manifestation from visualisation and the act of building a visual representation of what you would like to see come into your life is a fantastic way to start.
Talking about my husband again, he is someone I never would have thought would use this technique, but he did, about twelve months before we moved into our new home. As the odds of us moving here were hanging in the balance, every day he visualised the house, walking through it, sitting outside in the garden, standing in the patio area, being in the kitchen, he kept the thought alive again and again and never failed to keep pursuing it in his mind. He told me he had never visualised so hard for something. It certainly worked, because against all the hardships we faced, we made it to this house.
I also felt that I had a hand in visualising this house into existence, but not only in my imagination, but I also feel I dreamt about it too. My visualising started years before we moved here, on my morning walks with the dog, I would walk down a lane close to my old house and past some lovely properties that I would aspire to live in one day (but in a different location). I would tell myself that one day I would have a home like that. I said it with a quiet confidence that my time would come. It was never a case of “that is out of my reach”, it was always a “feeling” of “when my time comes”.
During the weeks that we were unpacking our boxes in our lovely new home, I stumbled across an old dream diary that I had written years ago, pre-covid. I couldn’t believe it when I saw one of the first entries, the dream that described almost in exact detail the house we had just moved into. I than remembered the dream in my minds eye. The house was a detached cottage, with an old gnarly brick wall that ran along the front, and two windows each side of the front door, with low hanging eves from the roof above. Pretty much identical to my new home.
So, there you go, not only to did we manage to visualise the house into existence, I believe I had a dream about it many years before it came into my timeline. Which just goes to show that most of what we want is in our potential energy line, we just must believe in ourselves enough to reach for it….and to do something.
Until next time,
Tanya
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I have mentioned a few times now that January is my least favourite time of the year and this seems to be more so the older I become. Am I turning into one of those people that moan about the bad weather and lack of sunshine that eternally grumble until the first buds of Spring arrives?….Oh…it seems so. I don’t want it to be that way though.
I feel that perhaps this year it has been a little harder on me, my first real winter in the open countryside since moving to East Cambridgeshire.
It has been long, cold and endlessly wet. A friend recently said to me, that when living in more of a rural area, you must embrace it, don’t fight it and go with it. Wise words indeed.
I believe that we should take that exact advice and use it for January itself. It is the Monday of the year and instead of hating it, have a sense of gratitude for it, with an almost anticipation of what is to come.
I was only in the garden this week and noticed the snowdrops have now come up and possibly daffodil roots (or tulips, I’m not sure yet!) – so signs of spring life are certainly there.
Yes, in January it does get colder, freezing in fact, and it is still dark and dismal outside. But on reflection, January to me teaches us a sense of patience and acceptance that we must wait for what we want to achieve for the year.
For me, it is a time for planning. I have hit the ground running so far and we are only ten days in. So not only am I planning my work schedule, but I have lots of personal things that I am thinking about aiming toward this year.
The acceptance part comes in to realising that I can’t move time along, I must wait for it to come in, just like waiting for the days to get lighter and longer, the sun to shine more, the temperature to warm up and become dryer.
It is harsher for us in the Northern Hemisphere (I mean I shouldn’t complain, I could live in Greenland!) and you would think after forty-three winters I would be used to it by now. But sometimes there is just the ease of the summer dress and the light jacket and grabbing the dogs lead on his walk with an pair of sunglasses as I step out of the door breezily, as opposed to twenty layers, a sleeping bag coat, wellies, hat, scarf, gloves, the dog towel to clean off the endless mud that has stuck to his paws every morning……but again, first world problems.
Everything must be brought back to gratitude. Loving nature and all her beautiful bounty. Resting and getting ready for Spring to jump into action, which I really cannot wait for. Just accepting that it is what it is. Sometimes we must accept, wait, be still, observe, rest, and do not rush about. Maybe that is what nature has been teaching us all along.
And to be honest, massive woolly jumpers are one of my favourite things to wear……
Until next time,
Tanya
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Normally at this beautiful Pagan sabbat I love to blog about Yule logs and winter solstice rituals of the shortest of days, but this year, I want to write about how we can intertwine our love for solitude and introspection with the darkening shadowing of the Earth of the northern hemisphere.
I always think of the Hermit card in tarot when I think of deepest winter. Slumped over his crooked staff, the hermit is trying to navigate himself forward across the icy paving, with tolerance and fortitude, with just a lantern of hope in his hand.
To me, this depicts mid-winter perfectly, which is everything that December 21st is.
Since moving into the Fens in Cambridgeshire, I have found this a never-ending winter. Ironically, Britain’s ‘breadbasket’ is known to be the driest county in England, yet to me, it feels like the dampest. It feels that whenever I leave my house I am caught in gusts of wet, lashing winds and moist mist hangs across the landscape for hours in the early mornings. Before I open the curtains, I could swear I am living on the coast with an ocean just metres away from my house…..
To me, Yule is about getting to that mid-winter point and saying thank God, we can now get to the other side, and I have never felt it so acutely than this year.
The Hermit, and mid-winter is certainly a time for self-reflection. A quote from Kahlil Gibran (a Lebanese-American writer & poet) sums it up nicely; “God has placed in each soul an apostle to lead upon the illumined path. Yet many seek light from without, unaware that it is within them”.
And that illuminated light from within is ours to follow with the Hermit and a perfect time of year to do that is certainly mid-winter. Yet, ironically, it is generally the time when most of society feel pressurised to do things they don’t normally do, spend loads of money, drink loads of alcohol, go out more, fall off the good eating plan….did you know that statistically most divorce proceedings begin just after the festive period?
Something certainly happens to us during this dark time (and in dark I mean “winter dark”); however I believe we either seek validation outside of ourselves, wrapped up in the wave of commercialism, food and drink or others try to close themselves off, not wanting to partake in any of it. Most of us may find ourselves somewhere in between, as we all have our very own set of personal circumstances, traditions and values during the festive time of year.
For me personally, I like to do as little as possible during the deep winter months. December 21st for me is a celebration in itself, just like Midsummer but this time with a sense of complete thanks and gratitude that Spring will soon be on its way.
The tulips and daffodils will soon be rising, the light will be staying longer, the birds will be heard earlier in the mornings, the air will feel a little warmer, and most of all (hopefully)…the fens will feel dryer…………
So, whatever you do this Yule, do try to connect with your inner Hermit, which main message is; seeking the answers within yourself and owning it, with clear boundaries, just making sure you are having a little fun at the same time.
Happy winter solstice!
Until next time,
Tanya
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I often get asked if I can recommend my favourite witch themed films so I have a top three to share with you on today’s blog post. There are probably hundreds out there that are much more occultist and cool, however my small list of three are not only my favourites because of the soundtracks but simply because of the use of magic, storyline and feel good factor and where I was at the point in my life at the time of watching.
Teen Witch – 1989
In 1989 I was eight years old and this movie made such an impact on me, so much so that once it ended, I cleared out my mums broom cupboard under the stairs to turn into my very own witch area for casting spells and making magic (a sign of things to come I wonder?).
This light-hearted fantasy comedy is perfect for young witches to watch as a start to magic and what can happen once a young girl gains her power when she comes of age. On her sixtinth birthday, Louise Miller discovers she is in fact a witch and has had hidden powers her whole life but they have been laying dormant. She is under the mentorship of Madame Serena, a Seer, and through her, Louise understands the do’s and don’ts of intention and magic work and eventually that gaining power isn’t all it is cracked up to be.
In my opinion, it’s a funny and harmless film, with the use of poppets (to torment her horrible teacher Mr Weaver) and some fun spells like turning her tormenting younger brother into a dog.
Louise manages to increase her popularity (the actual plot of the film) and of course the message is that as people we don’t need magic to gain friends, we can do that through our own confidence and integrity.
In my opinion this film is a light-hearted take on kids magic and is a fun watch and the one film that peaked my interest in intention, glittery things and publicly humiliating adults who try to embarrass you first (just kidding). It’s certainly worth a watch if you have a young teen interested in witchcraft.
The Craft – 1996
Now lets move on to a film a little darker and certainly not for your eleven-year-old, but your sixteen year old will thank you for it. The original of this movie was released in 1996 and I was fifteen and went straight to the cinema to watch (avoid the new version release, you will be disappointed). If not for the cool soundtrack, this film has such an awesome nineties cast and it just takes me back to the height of my middle teen years (maybe I’m being nostalgic and it wasn’t’ that good – but really, it IS). For anyone that want’s to begin their craft journey, it lays out the do’s and don’ts in a way that shows you the two sides of any journey in life…..the duality of the good and bad in all things.
This is a (mild) supernatural horror at its best. Sarah Bailey is a teenage girl who moves to a new area in LA with her dad and step mum and forms a friendship with a group of girls at her new school.
Sarah already has her own set of spiritual abilities (this is why I love the film, as I recognise a lot of myself in her, ok, I can’t move stuff with the power of my mind, but I’m not in a Hollywood movie, however you know where I’m going with this…..).
The girls she ends up with are already in a coven and they are looking for their fourth member to complete the group and Sarah will fit in perfectly. Each of these girls have their own problems and insecurities that they are trying to overcome.
Nancy Downs, one of the most famous movie witches out there, has the biggest issues and it is quite obvious from the outset that she is unhinged.
Without giving to much away, Sarah joins this group, they visit a “new age” shop (hate that term!) ritual begins and so does intention. What follows is a manipulation of energy around them, at first for the greater good which makes everyone, including the watcher feel amazing.
Things start to go wrong quickly, and we begin to see the perils of using energy for the wrong reasons and how it can harm not only others, but ourselves and ethics come into play very quickly. Nancy Downs is the archetypal dark witch, Sarah Bailey being the light one (of course!) – but this is no Wizard of Oz movie. It never loses its edge through-out. It is as cool as F and with one of the best lines ever in a witch film “We are the Weirdo’s Mister!” I implore you to add this to your witch film list!
Practical Magic – 1998
Ah, but if you want a feel good, snuggle up on the sofa, with a hot chocolate and some icandy for good measure (including an epic soundtrack) – film…….this is the one for you! Yes it’s my absolute favourite witchy movie of all time, Practical Magic.
This film has a top cast, Sandra Bulluck and Nicole Kidman are the sisters and Dianne Wiest and Stockard Channing are the two aunts and we get ultimate icandy in Aidan Quinn and Goran Visnjic.
The reason why I adore Practical Magic so much is because of the subtle witchcraft involved. It is “practical magic” in the truest sense of the words. The only time that we see anything that happens that is remotely “out there” is at the very end of the film. The rest is very realistic, with more references around intention, wishes, botanicals, plant magic and herbs.
Two sisters who grow up with their aunts (in the most stunning house you can imagine) – one makes a wish on a full moon that is very specific to meet a certain man in the future. You don’t realise how important that part is going to be until much later in the movie.
The main plot of the film is that a love curse has been put on the Owens sisters, descended from a long line of witches. Every man an Owen sister falls in love with, will end up dying. It sounds morbid but this film is inspired, it is a real mix of romance, humour but most of all, beautiful, majestic witch craft. The ending hits you in all the feels and I watch this movie every single Samhain season, without fail!
I mostly love Practical Magic because I watched it as an adult, when I had came “out” as a fully fledge witch myself, so it has a deeper meaning and understanding to me.
So there you have it, if you fancy a wintry night in with a good film about real magic, I would recommend one of my favourite films…
Until next time,
Tanya
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Nine months ago, on a cold and crisp March morning, as I walked my daughter to school, I noticed a strange electric shock type headache over my left eye. At the time, I didn’t think much of it. But it kept on happening again, mostly in the mornings, sometimes it would need a painkiller, other times a large glass of water would starve it off.
Over the weeks that followed, I felt tingling on my left cheek, and I was pretty sure my face felt numb. In passing at the GP surgery, I mentioned my strange headaches and face feelings.
“Oh, that sounds like migraine” remarked the GP. She offered to refer me to a neurologist, as she was concerned about the numbness, but I was relaxed about it and said that I would keep an eye on it to see how things went. To be honest, I couldn’t believe it was migraine as it didn’t fit my idea of what a migraine is, generally of a person laying in a dark room, curtains closed and being sick with pain.
Around June time I was sitting quietly in my living room, reading a book, when I felt a very strange sensation within my left inner ear. It was a spasmatic like vibration, as if a butterfly was trying to escape the ear canal, fluttering inside and tickling me. This odd feeling began to come in around twice a week, the frequency jumped up to around three times a day by late summer.
By September, my headaches were beginning to intensify and were waking me up in the morning. The electric shock pain was scraping down into my left temple, joining into my left ear and muffling my hearing, and this weird vibration was turning up in its intensity to the point where it became so uncomfortable that I wanted to either vomit or pass out.
I spent one weekend so unwell, with no respite between head pain and vibrations that we almost called an ambulance. At the time, I had no idea that I was experiencing a full-blown, high-grade migraine attack that was lasting days. In fact, what I did not know at the time was that I had been having episodic migraines since March (my GP was right!) that had now turned chronic.
Chronic Mirgraine
Migraine symptoms are unique to the individual and are a collection of neurological conditions, sometimes including the head pain. Mine for some reason decided to have the epicentre right within my ear canal.
Luckily, I have private health insurance and was seen quickly by ENT, who diagnosed a rare condition called Middle Ear Myoclonus (a spontaneous spasm of the ear drum). This, however, was secondary to chronic migraine. What followed this diagnosis was a blur of doctors, MRI and CAT scans, hospital admissions and preventative migraine medication. I was now in state of constant, chronic migraine pain and discomfort. My life and work as I knew it had completely changed.
There is currently no cure for chronic migraine disease, and it is difficult for doctors to understand what triggers it as it can be from any number of different sources that over stimulate the nervous system. This can be from hormones, food or allergies, smells, light, neck muscle trauma/injury, stress or even medication overuse.
There are many preventative medications on the market, but it can take years to try and find the right one for you and the side effects can be ghastly to say the least.
My GP had me take one of the strongest preventatives very quickly as my migraines were so severe and long lasting, which did take the edge off. They are used to treat epilepsy and Bi-Poplar and the side effects gave me internal tremors, body twitching and I lost control of my bladder twice. Unfortunately, they didn’t stop the frequency of migraine either.
When reading though chronic migraine forums, I realised that the poor people who have been suffering from this condition have been living half-lives, not really being able to hold down a job, some having to deal with daily symptoms for over twenty years. The future was looking depressingly bleak for me.
I decided that the only thing that I could take control of was my diet, so I bought a recommended Migraine Plan book and set to work on removing five key elements of my diet to see if they would make a difference.
It has been a few weeks now and not only have I seen a vast difference in my migraine symptoms, but I have also had some surprising things happen along the way to do with my mental, physical and emotional health that I was not expecting.
Cutting Out All Alcohol
I did this one as soon as I had my first proper migraine attack. I have to say it was easy because of how unwell I was. I also do not want to drink whilst being on such strong medication. I have drunk socially since I was sixteen years old, the only time I stopped was when pregnant with my daughter and when I breastfeed for thirteen months.
This year, my alcohol consumption did creep up, especially my absolute love of red wine! But my body has never thanked me. I’ve suffered with chronic rhinitis for years, and my sinuses would always become inflamed if I drank dark spirits or some red wines.
Since knocking it on the head my nose is clear, and my anxiety levels have reduced significantly. I have no brain fog and my memory has improved. For someone who suffered terribly with brain fog in her thirties, I would say this is remarkable.
Cutting Out All Caffine
By far the hardest thing that I have cut out on this journey has been my coffee. I only had two a day, but boy did I love my two a day. I love a coffee shop and I love the ritual of coffee, the smell of it (when I can smell it) – the texture of it, the sound of it being ground up….it’s everything! But I gave it up because it’s a known migraine trigger and more to the point, I didn’t want to over stimulate my nervous system anymore.
I do have moments of nostalgia, but since I have found Yorkshire Tea Decaf, I’m almost okay with it………..
Cutting Out All Refined Sugar
This is the one that my friends turn white at when I tell them that I’ve cut out all refined sugar, but honestly, it’s been the easy one for me as I’ve never been a massive chocolate, cake, biscuit or ice-cream fiend. It’s a tricky one though, as sugar sneaks into sauces like ketchup (massive fan!) and mint jelly (weird but another massive fan) and other things that we just don’t’ think about.
But I am thinking about it and I’ve removed it as much as I can, around 85% I reckon. Sometimes It’s hard when you get that sweet tooth urge, and I do have a substitute in Stevia for my porridge which is allowed on my plan, so I am not completely barren. But this reduction must be helping in a reduction of inflammation which in turn is helping my migraine reduction.
Cutting Out All Dairy
Much of my face migraine pain feels like it comes from deep within my sinuses. So, after chatting to a lovely acupuncturist, she advised me to cut out dairy, especially in milk form and replace with oat milk. This will stop the mucus build-up and allow me to breath better.
I went the whole hog and cut out the butter and cheese too but on occasion, it may sneak in to mash potatoes or in a risotto. I think the removal of milk has made the biggest difference for me. Many people link dairy to migraines so there could be something in it. I think I’m going to stick with this one, as it does appear to be working for me and most importantly, my sense of smell has returned…..
Cutting Out All Gluten
Gluten is a highly inflammatory substance and as I already have stage four endometriosis which does not respond well to anything that is inflammatory, I probably should have cut it out years ago. In fact, around ten years ago, I got a marker on a blood test for coeliac disease. After my stomach biopsy came back negative, my consultant said to treat it like a red herring. But I always did wonder, do I have an oversensitivity or intolerance?
Whenever I used to eat pasta in my twenties, I would need to run to the toilet and almost throw up and I suffered with so many tummy troubles during that decade and my diet back than was very gluten and processed heavy.
So, I decided that now is the time to knock it on the head. But here is the thing that has happened in the weeks since. I have managed to defer some surgery that I was due to have on my lower bowel for an issue I have had for twelve years. Due to my endometriosis and the strong medication I needed every month for years, it caused a very painful condition that has never healed in 12 years.
However, since cutting out gluten, and reducing my inflammatory response, the pain has disappeared, after twelve whole years and I doubt I will even need that surgery now.
So, there you go, by cutting out these five things from my diet, I’ve managed to turn around a desperate situation into one of hope.
Some might ask is my life boring now, but I would say no. I reached some dark and low places in my moments of illness. Day after day of being trapped in my bed, going from a strong, independent wife and mother to having my husband having to do everything for me because now I was pretty much housebound. My changes have given me my life back.
Until next time
Tanya
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The archetypal symbol of the witch spirit animal seems to be black cats and/or crows. And as much as I hate a cliché, I have to say that my connection with these two animals even surprises me.
I don’t own a black cat (sadly, my husband is not a fan) but I used to have one that lived across the street from me, opposite my tarot reading room. I have often posted on social media about how this little black cat would turn up just before a reading, in my eye view, like a nod from somewhere, reminding me that I was just about to perform something a bit special (let’s face it, tarot reading is magical in its own right!).
The black cat would cross my path from time to time as I drove into my street. This, is lucky (the same thing happened right before my driving test in 1998….I’m pleased to say I passed with flying colours, even though I almost put the examiner through a brick wall on parking, yes I know, I was astonished too), contrary to popular opinion.
With regards to the black crow, I would often sit at lunch time surrounded by them on the park bench, as I ate my sandwich and shared it willingly. Yes, I received some hard stares from passer-by’s, probably wondering how the hell I felt comfortable with these black squawkers as friends. But we enjoyed each other’s company and I wasn’t afraid of them. I find crows to be intelligent birds with a beauty all of their own.
When it was time to move house, I was sad to say goodbye to the black cat that I would see almost daily and my black crow friends at lunch, however, it was time to embrace pastures new.
I’ve now been living at my cottage for around two months. This morning, as I was walking back from dropping my daughter at her local primary school, I smiled at the school mums who are currently strangers to me.
I thought to myself “perhaps one of these ladies might be a future client one day?”…..and just as that thought escaped me, my eyes were drawn to a small black cat sitting across the road.
I crossed the road and made my way toward it, as it sat upright and glared right at me with the most stunning green piercing eyes.
I didn’t have to wait long as I approached him, the black cat came up to my leg and nudged into my calf for a head rub. I stroked his little head and he meowed, looked right up into my eyes then playfully nipped my thumb with his tiny jaw. At the exact moment, I heard a bird squark over my head. Glancing upwards, I saw a large crow flying above me.
I smiled to myself as I walked away. Perhaps those ladies might be my future clients after all……
Until next time,
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When going through stressful times of change, I feel its important to remember that we are being guided and helped by our spirit team, even if it is not as obvious as we would like.
Going through the nine-month buying process to move to my new home, I was lucky enough to recognise regular signs of encouragement from my guide.
Pretty much as soon as we put the offer in for our new cottage, I began noticing screws or nails on the ground. They were everywhere, on the school run, on my dog walk, a quick nip to the shops, I couldn’t help but notice rusty old nails or long screws as my feet kicked along the ground.
I began to realise that every time I saw a nail or screw, I was being reminded that to build the dream we wanted, we had to take it brick by brick, screw by screw. Sometimes the going got tough, we lost two buyers, we had no viewings, we thought we would lose our cottage. But every time there was a setback, the next day I would be greeted with a loose nail sitting on the pavement, waiting to grab my attention. I kept telling myself to not give up.
A few weeks after we finally moved into our cottage, I took Ariane for lunch at a little deli café in the next village to ours. I had almost forgotten about the nail sign until I noticed something brassy coloured on the pavement in front of me as we approached the café.
On this day I was feeling so happy because I knew we had made it, finally, after months of hard work. So, when I saw the largest nail I had ever seen, literally cemented into the pavement in front of me, I knew this was a very strong sign that spirit wanted to let me know that I (we) were now rooted, fixed in the place that we will call home for the future.
Since seeing that nail, stuck in the ground like that, I haven’t seen one since! I just loved how I was always reminded to keep going.
Always know that we are all guided in our own special way, so do look out for the signs, symbols, feelings and just the knowing that you are being looked after and the Universe has your back.
Until next time,
Tanya
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When my little girl was around three years old and would fall asleep at bedtime, on occasion, something strange would happen. It was like she was in a trance, her eyes slightly open, yet I could tell she was asleep.
I don’t know what prompted me to do it, but one time, as I watched her sleeping like this, in my mind I said “Ariane can you smile?”. To my utter amazement, a few seconds later, the ends of her lips turned up into a small smile.
Astonished, I asked another request in my mind, could she lift her right arm? I had to wait a little longer for this, probably around a minute, however as requested, she slowly, but very surely, lifted her right arm.
This was a regular experiment of mine which made me certain that whilst Ariane sleeps, she can pick up on my thoughts telepathically.
This shouldn’t be a surprise to me. Telepathy is how I communicate with spirit, after all. It is how we all communicate with each other once we pass on to the other side too (using a voice box via sound vibration is a very physical thing, on a purely fast energetic level, we don’t need to do it anymore).
As Ariane grew, I sort of forgot about the telepathy until very recently, we had to share a bed during our house relocation.
I have already posted about the strange ghostly encounters of staying back at my old home that I grew up in (you can read about it here). Something very odd happened with Ariane whilst she and I were both asleep in my old bedroom.
In my sleep, I became aware that I was dreaming (a lucid dream, which happens to me from time to time). In the dream, I saw a sentence in my mind, that read “the field is green”.
As soon as I saw the words in the dream, I heard Ariane mumble in her sleep “The field is green”.
I then started to “come too” but was still in a sleep state when I saw some more words “the sky is deep blue”, then, I heard Ariane shift around and slowly mumble “the sky is deep blue”.
By the third sentence, I had awoken fully and this time, I physically watched Ariane as she spoke the words that I had dreamt about in my head just seconds earlier. I must have lay there for what felt like ages trying to make sense of what had just happened.
When I told my husband, he had a solid and sound explanation that sometimes our brains play tricks on us as we sleep, so perhaps Ariane was saying the sentences, but I thought I had dreamt it first. I beg to differ, as it did not feel that way.
Another example of the above is that we have had these experiences during waking hours. I have lost count of how many times I have been thinking of someone / a story / something random that has had no correlation to any conversation we had beforehand, and Ariane has started talking about it as if she was in on my thoughts.
In my experience and opinion, telepathy is a real thing and with practice we can do it, sometimes it also happens by accident, the key is to be open to all possibilities!
Following on from last week’s blog (A ghost called Michael), I have more tales of the paranormal to write about. On the same week as my own strange encounters, I received a voice memo from a lovely friend and client who had experienced her own brush with a ghost in her place of work.
My friend works for a charity at a Methodist Church, and usually eats her lunch in the prayer room. On this particular day, my friend was in the toilet and saw her colleague who told her that she herself had put her lunch in the prayer room and as she walked out, she said she had seen a black ghostly figure that sort of whooshed past her toward the prayer room (the door was shut after she had been in there).
The day before this happened, my friend was in the prayer room alone when on two occasions she flinched to the left because she thought she saw a dark figure walk past the door. At the time, she didn’t think it was anything, however as soon as her friend mentioned what she had just witnessed, my friend realised they may have seen the same black figure. Interestingly, they both felt the figure was female.
A bit later, they were discussing it some more when my friend mentioned to her colleague that the ghost that she saw had a short black blob hairstyle. Her colleague, with a puzzled expression then replied, “I didn’t tell you earlier she had a black bob, that’s exactly what I saw”. They both got goosebumps as they realised, they had seen the same female figure.
I feel that they did indeed see a ghost in the prayer room. It is interesting how they both knew she had a black bob but only saw a black figure walk past. I feel this is because they could telepathically see the ghost. This is often how people see ghostly figures (with their third eye) but don’t realise it at the time and that explains why ghost are often seen as a “trick of the mind” by sceptics. What they are experiencing is a form of clairvoyance from a physical energetic apparition.
A quick word on the difference between ghosts and spirits. A ghost is like an energetic photograph that has been stamped in time. If a human being does exactly the same thing every day or has a very happy / sad traumatic response to something in their living life, it can leave a sort of energy print within our own dimension. This will explain why some people see the same ghost at the same time in the same place every year. The ghost is not actually there, but the energetic memory is.
A spirit on the other hand is a conscious being living on the other side of the veil from our earthly physical experience. A spirit can be communicated with via a medium, a ghost cannot. A spirit has found a way to penetrate our earthly dimension and therefore communication is possible. A spirit can move objects and physically manifest into insects and animals, temporarily (a little bit like shape shifting, think about the many examples of how a robin or butterfly has interacted with a grieving human).
I believe the reason why a spirit shows up more around a prayer room, church or cemetery is because the human beings that are in these places generally have a clear intent with an open mind to reach out to the “dead”. This is exactly how a medium works. They sit in a quiet space, with an open heart and mind with a clear intention to make communication. Because their third eye and crown chakra has been worked on to be “open”, messages begin to flood in.
People that are not mediums, still have an open mind and open heart and their vibrations are raised when they are in places of worship or where they are remembering or missing a loved one, hence why spirits will be able to reach their vibration in these places and show up (a spirit must lower their own energetic vibration and we must raise ours to meet in the middle).
I really enjoyed hearing about my friend’s experience in the pray room.
If you have ever had your own ghostly encounter, I would love to hear about, just message me at tanyashortenergyreader@gmail.com.
