I've always been fascinated by the supernatural - always.
One of my earliest memories is around the age of four, "helping" my mother
make the beds whilst earnestly relaying stories of life in Heaven, along
with tales of my soul's daily flights from my earthbound body.
Of course, mama took it all with a pinch of salt, mind elsewhere as she
nodded her head in conciliatory fashion - a shame she didn't take notes,
as apparently most children can recall past lives and see spirit up until
the age of seven. However, a couple of years later she did change her tune
- we were living in Libya and my uncle was coming to visit from the UK.
At 9.07pm precisely, I awoke screaming, "Uncle Frank isn't coming - the
plane's on fire!" The next day my parents were told that Uncle Frank's plane
had crashed at exactly 9.07pm.
Tricia in Tobruk going to a birthday party with her mother and brother
The
same happened when my grandmother died. She appeared at the end of my
bed and I remember saying, "Hello Grandma, what are you doing here?" She
replied, "I've come to say goodbye." I called out to my parents, "Granny's
here!" Apparently it was just past midnight. The next day a telegram arrived
- my grandmother had passed at 12.02am.
Grandma Lillian
There
are many similar instances, such as when I was twelve -- my parents were
out for the evening at a function and I was petrified my father wouldn't
return. I couldn't stop crying and waited up for them. Once they got home
I flung my arms around my father sobbing "Daddy I thought you were dead!
I thought you'd died!" Two days later he had a fatal heart attack.
Mum & Dad at their last function together
My
sixth sense has guided me through life, particularly during a contentious
divorce when my last husband planned to change the locks on our Manhattan
apartment whilst I was in London. I had a strong sense of unease, so following
my gut, cancelled travel plans. Three days later I received an eviction
notice - he was planning to throw me out while I was away, with the grand
sum of $50,000 - the rest of my settlement would come when we divorced,
which he never planned to do as he was twenty-five years older than me
and wasn't planning to remarry.
I confronted him, but he was a cowardly man, preferring to use others
to perform his dirty work, so just mumbled, "Leave it to the lawyers."
My response came from an unearthly force. "I'll go on YouTube. By this
time next week, the world will know my name!"
He scoffed, not at all concerned as he'd managed to shut down press on
our break up, and YouTube was then a little known site used by kids. I
was only aware of it because my son had a channel.
One week later the world did indeed know my name, due to the now historic
divorce video I posted - the video that rocketed around the globe exposing
my husband's Machiavellian plot to oust me from our home. His plan to
throw me out onto the street was no longer a viable option as it would
tarnish his kind public persona. Of course the whole debacle was
humiliating and excruciatingly painful for me, but it saved me from penury
as I was paid over $100,000 for TV interviews, and I got the nasty POS
into court, receiving the settlement I was due.
The Video That Started It All!
People
often ask how I knew that within a week the world would know my name.
The truth is, I have no idea -- the words just came out of my mouth. Throughout
the entire divorce fiasco I just followed heavenly guidance. It didn't
steer me wrong.
Now, I can hear all the devout Christians screaming that psychics foretelling the
future is evil. I counter that with the question, "What is a prophet?"
because according to the Cambridge dictionary, "a prophet is a person
who is believed to have a special power that allows them to say what a
god wishes to tell people, especially about things that will happen in
the future." Also, according to the Bible and New Testament, Moses was a prophet
- Jesus was a prophet. How did Jesus know he was going to die? That Judas
would betray him? Peter would deny him three times? If that's not psychic,
I don't know what is!
The Last Journey, a play I wrote, explores how life support affects the
Silver Cord attached to our etheric body - the cord that breaks when we
die. Ecclesiastes 12.6. "Before the silver cord is loos'd and the spirit
returns to God." In one scene after discussing Jesus's psychic abilities,
my protagonist Annie states that she would love a reading with him.
It always brings the house down...
Westport Country Playhouse Billboard
Which
leads me to the reasoning behind the vilification towards the metaphysical
and subjugation of our sixth sense.
Tyranny.
Tyrants fear visionaries because they can see down the line -- the wool
can't be pulled over their eyes. Why do you think artists such as the
composer Rachmaninov, et al, fled Russia during the Bolshevik Revolution?
They left because the communists rounded up creatives, executing or throwing
them into the gulag.
Fast forward to the present -- why are governments worldwide putting fluoride
in our water and toothpaste?
The answer is because they want to control the masses. Fluoride was used
in the Nazi Death Camps. It's a rat poison - neurotoxin, that keeps people
docile -- causes Alzheimers and calcifies the pineal gland, a.k.a. the
third eye. The latter described by Rene Descartes as the Principal seat
of the soul. This gland, shaped like a pine shaped cone connects you to
God -- the fountainhead of creation - source. Everything comes from source
- everything!
Unfortunately, many walking the planet have now lost the ability to use
their third eye as they have been dumbed down by the dark forces. Evil
is only too aware that all power and strength comes from the Creator.
The ruling trash want the people to think that they are the power.
They are not.
And so, through my darkest times I've consulted with seers, as although
psychic myself, I can't always see the road ahead. My go-to clairvoyants
are Karen Bolton, Jo Cooke, Saphira and Brigid (contact info below), although
I'm shooting myself in the foot sharing this information as they're not
easy to get hold of at the best of times!
I'll also let you in on a little secret - I've also read on psychic sites
but under a different name, and was one of the top readers! This came
about when I was conned out of a lot of money a few years back and a medium
encouraged me to read cards to pay the bills.
I took her advice and was soon back on my feet. Unfortunately, it was
a bit like being a kid in a candy store and I spent a lot of my hard earned
cash on readings for myself! I even wrote a song about it -- Psychoholic!
Psychoholic
However,
I still go online occasionally when the urge takes me -- and no -- I am
not telling you my psychic name! Wait for my memoir!
So folks, the moral of this blog is to nurture your third eye -- buy a
water filter -- use fluoride free toothpaste - massage and splash water
on your pineal gland -- use supplements such as turmeric, iodine, shilajit
and apple cider vinegar to decalcify.