Psychic Mediumship readings

19/02/2024

Another Sneak preview from another chapter from my ‘Spiritual awakening’ book.

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The very first spirit angel communication experience that I can recall was when I was about 4-year-old. That year I was more aware of what Christmas was. I was craving for a doll as this was something I’d never had.
I recall my 4-year-old self with such a sense of love now, I’m proud of how far she’s come and how much she endured and survived. I look at her with awe and wonder at how she allowed spirit to carry her and guide her. I smile at that younger self with such love for her acceptance of the beautiful angels who became such a meaningful and integral part of her life.

I should’ve been experiencing the anticipation and excitement of Christmas. This was at a time when I still hoped this magical time of year to be just that; a time filled with happiness, a sense of magic and gifts under the tree. Yet the overwhelming emotion I felt was fear, always fear; fear of what this day would hold for me, fear of not receiving what I’d always hoped for; love and acceptance.

The doll I’d been desperate to receive, for me, was something to hold, something to love. Up to this time in my short few years, I’d been quite isolated and hadn’t even started school.


Thus far I hadn’t experienced positive, loving relationships but still I focused, almost obsessively, on keeping the excitement alive this Christmas eve. As it is with many children at this time, I was wide awake, holding on to the hope that father Christmas would never let me down. Wishing for the beautiful doll I’d created in my imagination, holding on to the hope that my dream would come true. I laid on my tiny bed. There were no sheets, so I snuggled in to the knitted blankets I had to keep warm, dreaming of how I was going to love and cherish this new friend I would finally have.

As I laid there in the darkness I’d shut my eyes, squeezing them as tight as I could as if my efforts would somehow increase my chances of my longed-for gift. I pressed my hands together repeating my chosen mantra at that time; ‘’Please bring me a dolly, please bring me a dolly’’.
Suddenly I heard someone come through the front door of our flat. My heart raced as I peaked through the holes in my blanket and was absolutely amazed to see a red suit walk past my room. I could feel my heart beating double speed with excitement, realising he was here! Father Christmas had actually come to bring me my doll! I pretended to be asleep, knowing this is what was needed to keep the magic alive. I couldn’t let him know I was awake and had seen him as I so didn’t want the magic to end.
I don’t know how long I laid there, waiting in excited anticipation of what gift he was leaving me, but suddenly there were footsteps and a head poking through my open door.
‘’Mary’’ the voice said ‘’You have been a good girl this year, so I have left you the doll; the one you’ve been wishing for’’. Then I heard him shout out a ‘’Ho Ho Ho Merry Christmas’’, as he left.


It was like a puff of smoke from a candle being blown out, one minute he was there, then he just disappeared. ‘’That’s the magic, I guess’’ I told myself as I laid there in the quiet.
Eventually, the excitement became too much for me and I was unable to control myself any longer. I jumped out of bed and ran into our little sitting room to see what he’d left me.
To my amazement he had left me a doll. She was beautiful and magical, stood a wonderful two feet high and she could walk. I was overwhelmed with joy at this incredible gift and picked her up to give her the biggest hug I could, telling her how happy I was to meet her and that I would love her forever. Just then I could feel a darkness around me, it was as though some fearful energy suddenly surrounded me and loomed above me.


It was my Mum. I could feel her anger at me that I wasn’t in bed. I tried to explain what had happened, whom I’d seen and what he’d said but there was no interest from her at all, just anger. She told me to put the doll back, an emotionless statement with no interest in my explanation or excitement. She told me Father Christmas had not left the doll for me, but for my baby sister. ‘’Silly girl’’ she told me, ‘’You are far too old for dolls, so don’t get your hopes up for tomorrow’’!

I scurried off to the darkness of my dingy room feeling sad and anxious. I sense of panic settled in me. Surely she wouldn’t take away the doll that father Christmas himself had left me. I was heartbroken, I needed that doll to talk to, to care for and to love.
What I didn’t realise in that moment of sadness was that I’d received a much greater gift that day. I’d soon discover that I was able to communicate with angels and the spirit world.

From that day, the angels would talk to me, sharing messages to help me stay safe and to enable me to navigate through this journey we call life. I remembered how father Christmas had appeared to me through my young, innocent eyes, feeling the magic all around me.
From that moment whenever I was feeling troubled, scared or sad I would call on the angels and beg them for help. They never let me down and would always come to me and help my through the difficult times. We built up a trusting, positive and loving relationship that has stayed with me throughout my life. I know they carried me through my struggles. I know without a shadow of a doubt I wouldn’t have made it without them.

15/02/2024

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28/01/2024

My spiritual awakening book will be out soon,

This is part of one chapter.

I hadn’t seen my Mum for about 20 years so suddenly becoming aware of Spirit bringing her to my attention took me by surprise. I’d been really struggling with anxiety and had sought out a fellow reader for some guidance, which proved to be fruitless. It wasn’t until a few days later when I felt Spirit guiding me to contact my Mum that I realised this is what they’d been trying to show me. The overwhelming feeling of her departing this Earth wouldn’t leave me. If you’ve ever had a premonition you’ll understand when I say that you just see it as clearly as you see yourself looking in the mirror and know without a doubt that what you’re seeing in your mind is about to happen. I didn’t want this! There was no part of my being that wanted to be experiencing this, especially in relation to the person who’d caused my so much pain, but there it was and my trust in Spirit left me with no choice but to act upon it.
Those feelings of anxiety and being unsettled had brought me to this moment, when I knew I needed to take this time out to see the Mum I hadn’t seen for so long. As I trusted more fully in my intuition and Spirit’s guidance I came to understand that this was about forgiveness and releasing my Mum so she could pass over. This sounds easy; making the trip up to London, where she lived in West Norwood, but home life hadn’t been easy for a while. There was the husband who’d spent far too long of our marriage convincing me I was ‘a complete nutter’ and three children to consider. At ages 11, 9 and 6 this was going to take some organising.
My husband’s voice would play on repeat in my head as I tried to put my plans into place, visualising what I’d say to the woman who’d played such a dark role in my life, a woman who’d never given the nurturing a young child needs or the unconditional approval that a child seeks from their Mum.
I could have counted the days, hours and minutes leading up to the visit to my Mother. I’d waited a full seven days, allowing the nervous anticipation to fester in my mind until waking up one morning, I knew without a doubt it was time.
I’d jumped out of bed in the morning knowing I had to go that day. There was the expected lack of support from my husband so, it was just a case of head down and get on with it!
I organised the children and tried as best I could to calm the inner dialogue that raged in my mind. I knew Spirit had my back, I knew they were guiding me to meet with her but facing the imminence of meeting the woman who’d made my life a living hell for so many years was throwing me into turmoil.
The journey itself, I thought would give me time to bring some inner calm and balance in my thoughts. This wasn’t to be. There were so many thoughts racing, so much anxiety, that I felt at any moment I’d become the victim of a full blown panic attack. I wanted to envelop my children in spiritual protection believing this woman didn’t deserve to see them; wanting to shield them from all of the trauma I’d had to endure.
As I came to a stop outside of the house that I’d sworn never to return to, I was overwhelmed with feelings of nausea. Inside my head the personal mind games continued; conflicting thoughts of loyalty because this woman was my mother, as well as hatred for everything I’d had to go through from such a young age.
As I entered the house with my children, the feeling of doom washed over me. Every cell within me screamed to get out, as if I was again experiencing the trauma of abuse, lack and cruelty, I’d spent so many years healing from. Within this deluge of thoughts there was still the need for approval, a desire to receive everything a child is supposed to receive from a mother, the person who is supposed to love and care for them. It took me back to the pain, to the desperation to be free of my childhood but never having an escape or a rescuer to come and free me.
Suddenly, my thoughts were abruptly interrupted as my father released a tirade of abuse at two paramedics. They were trying to secure him in a chair to take him out to the ambulance I’d seen outside. I’d seen it as I’d pulled up and assumed it was for my mother, feeling the heaviness of the premonition. I started to feel that perhaps my intuition had been wrong and it was my father who was going to pass before my mother, something I’d always secretly hoped for. But it wasn’t so. They may have been taking him off in an ambulance but he was very much alive and just as full of the fury I remember as a child.
As I entered the room I saw her. A feeling of absolute terror filled me, something beyond fear, something beyond words. I could feel my body starting to shake, despite my best efforts to resist it. In desperation I clung to my daughter Paige, not even considering what this young 13 year old would think of me as I relived the emotions of being in close proximity to my mother.
As I took in the surroundings I started to become aware of a change in the energy of the room. I knew Spirit had brought me here for a reason and couldn’t allow fear to stop this task I had. I could feel a strange telepathic connection with my mother and a release of emotions within me as the forgiveness flowed. There were no tears, no deep feelings of love towards her. It was simply a release, a letting go, an almost clinical decision to forgive, to allow and enable her to cross over.
I looked into her eyes and told her she needed to go to hospital. A simple statement really but to this very day I’m not sure if she understood it was for herself that she needed to go and not my father who’d been carted off shouting and kicking just a few minutes before.
With that statement I knew my task was complete, my time in this house was done. A feeling of calm came over me and every part of my being knew it was time to leave. I’d listened to Spirit, I’d followed my intuition and their guidance and now it was time to go.

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