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  TRICIA WALSH SMITH © 2022
 
  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.

And last but not least -- always follow your gut!

 
 
 
 

Contact info for my fave psychics are:

 
 
 
     
 
     
 
     
 

Brigid - Call +44 (0)7931 136929

 
 
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