Day In The Life of A Psychic (4)

‘I took the road less travelled by…’ In my previous blog article, I wrote about the beginning of my journey from keen tarot learner to professional psychic. It’s a subject I would like to take up again today.

At the time of which I’m writing, I had enrolled at psychic college. I was learning lots of new and exciting things, including ribbon reading, angel card reading, pipe cleaner reading (!) and even carpet reading (!) The latter allowed me to see a woman’s pet cat in the carpet, by which I mean not just a few odd shapes or shadows that resembled her pet, but her actual ginger-and-white cat complete with pointed ears and whiskers.

I very much enjoyed all the different things I was learning. I seemed to have a real knack for ribbon reading. However, although I was able to make a connection using angel cards, and found the angelic message, that I had not been abandoned, very reassuring, the energy of that particular angel, Cassiel, was a bit overwhelming. I then carried out an angel card reading for one of my classmates, and using the imagery of the cards, I saw a little boy opening Christmas presents, (train set, toy soldiers), and my classmate standing on a high-up wooden bridge with a river flowing beneath her. I saw her hands around a blue oval globe, and light emanating from it. I saw a small purple flower like a fox-glove, and then a fox that was sporting a green jacket and a winning smile, like something out of a Beatrix Potter story. I felt that this was a slightly tricky person in my classmate’s life but that if she survived her encounter with him, she would pass into a beautiful meadow full of daisies and buttercups. The energy of the cards we were working with was loving, but almost too powerful – and I choose not to work with angel cards today. Nevertheless, the extensive meditations before every session at psychic college seemed to boost my psychic abilities and this was also helpful for my own private tarot learning.

One evening after psychic college, I carried out a tarot reading for my good friend Harmony. I turned over the Chariot card for her, which in my pack consisted of a black-and-white horse pulling a carriage. I read this card as being indicative of her feelings about love. She wanted the fairy-tale romance that the white horse promised but was fearful love might turn out to be the dark horse, mysterious and possibly even menacing. Afterwards, Harmony confirmed that was how she had been thinking about love.

A few months later, I became friends with Amna (not her real name), the mother of one my English students. She also proved to be a very naturally psychically gifted lady – to the extent that when I told her on the phone that Harmony was on holiday, she told me where, Canada, just like that. Amna was also very encouraging of my tarot reading, and I often used to give practise readings to her and her daughter. In addition, Amna was a qualified Reiki practitioner and eventually she decided we needed to make our skills known to the wider world. So she booked us a stall at a New Age Festival in Richmond. I told my new tutor about this at psychic college, and he persuaded me to invite a couple of my classmates to take part.

I found the first reading at the fair incredibly difficult, and then my classmate asked me if I had remembered to open up my chakras. Doh! In psychic terms, this is about as basic as remembering to brush your teeth before a job interview. After I opened up, the information flowed much more freely. Again, the Chariot card came up for a particular client. Because the charioteer was swathed in concealing veils, I psychically read the card to mean that someone this lady was dating was deceiving her. Afterwards, she confirmed this was correct.

This particular lady made me realise that spirit is quite likely to send clients to me who have been through life experiences similar to my own. This means I can approach their challenges in a an empathetic, yet practical, grounded way. Similarly, I remember my tutor at psychic college describing how he had tragically lost his partner in a boating accident. He often said that several of his own psychic clients had experienced the same tragedy, although, statistically, that must be quite rare, and suggests there is far more at work here than mere coincidence.

The New Age Festival was my first experience of working professionally as a psychic, although I had been studying at psychic college for around four years by then. Prior to that, I had undertaken two years of a fairly intense online meditation and healing course. However, there were still some further steps I needed to take before I was ready to apply to Moon Predictions and Elizabeth Rose: at that point I hadn’t ever carried out a single reading on the telephone!

I’m sure there are many different and worthwhile ways of learning tarot, including books and courses and lessons, but my own psychic path has been a bit more unconventional. Nevertheless, it has worked for me. One of my mentors said that I progressed so rapidly, spirit must really want me to do this work.

I remember being fascinated by tarot as a teenager and being able to lay down cards which seemed to represent the people around me in accordance with their star-signs. But, at that time, that was all I could do. The magic that is tarot-reading had not yet been unlocked for me. So what did make the magic happen?

Fast forwards a couple of decades, and I had joined an online meditation group, ostensibly intended to train you as a healer. The head of the course kept telling me I had intuitive ability, but at the time I hardly knew what that meant. But, thanks to two-hour meditations a day (hardcore!) I definitely began developing psychic skills. I started to experience clairvoyant glimpses – for example, glimmers of a film I actually watched the next day, or a vision of a cuddly yellow star that a girl from the group had stitched.

This girl, whom I knew at that time as Harmony, became one of my good friends. She was also an excellent psychic. When we began to meet up in cafes in Camden, I would teach her ribbon readings and she would teach me tarot. The intense, focused daily meditations we were both doing seemed to heighten our psychic abilities. This helped me to learn from her and since we had a good connection, the psychic information flowed freely.

I still remember Harmony laying the cards in rows and asking me who I could identify. I began to associate particular cards with particular people in my life: Knight of Wands (sexy but not much else); King of Cups (my ex-husband); Queen of Pentacles (my houseproud mother.) Using tarot cards, Harmony accurately predicted my divorce, my house-move, and a few unsuitable boyfriends (Knights rather than Kings) before, finally, the pack spilled out the Lovers card (true love!) It took so long for him to arrive that I began to wonder if he ever would. I had to believe what the psychics say, that what is meant for you will not pass you by. I also had to heal from my past relationships and grow and evolve as a person – and in all fairness, my fiancé, the King of Wands, had to as well.

In the early stages of my learning, I remember writing to the head of the online meditation group full of excitement for the tarot and ribbon reading skills I was developing. Unfortunately, he didn’t share my excitement and I was barred from the group with no explanation. When I asked my trusty tarot pack why, I was given the Page of Swords card, which I associate with a teacher or educator. However, when I read the card psychically, the Page’s arms were shaking and his sword was wobbling. I took this to mean that the group leader, undoubtedly a gifted psychic in his own right, was feeling threatened by the abilities I was developing. It’s a shame, since I only ever worked with love and integrity, calling on spirit, angels and guides.

By now, I was using the Gilded tarot pack more and more. I had been introduced to its beautiful, highly-coloured images on a one day course and it had really resonated with me. Later, my housemate bought me a pack of my own as a birthday present – tarot packs are traditionally meant to be given as gifts. When I unwrapped the parcel, I felt a wonderful glow of warmth in my hands – usually a sign from spirit that I am on the right path. I find the figures represented in the pack look like people I know, and in my early days of learning, this was very helpful and meant that I didn’t necessarily have to memorise meanings when I could see them for myself. It

also gave an extra depth to my readings and helped me progress quite rapidly. I was continuing to learn a great deal from Harmony and I also attended workshops when I could. I went to an open day at the psychic college where I would later study, and had a tarot reading from one of the Advanced students, only to realise I was now fairly close to that level myself. However, my continued evolution from enthusiastic learner to professional psychic will be the subject of a future blog article – so says the Seven of Cups!

Day In The Life of A Psychic (2)…

I couldn’t understand what I was doing wrong…
From my years at psychic college, I knew I had some mediumship ability. Even practising at
home, I had made contact with my friend’s mother in spirit. I had asked her whether things
would work out romantically between me and her son. ‘Not if you keep on with the other fella,’
came back the tart response. Her reply suggested to me that people in spirit really can see what
we do – and they are more likely to favour their own family members!
My own great-grandmother in spirit gave me some more helpful dating advice, ‘Choose the
man who offers you the most.’ I have often pondered this comment. I don’t think my great-
grandmother meant choose the person who offers you the most material security, but rather the
one with the kindest, most loving and most honest heart: the one who offers the most of
himself, his time, his opinions, his honesty and his attention.
Anyway, as I said, I knew I had some mediumship ability, and when I moved out of London
I was keen to join the local Circle in my new home-town and develop my skills. The group I
joined was full of lovely people, very warm and welcoming. However, the teaching methods were
a bit different to what I was used to. At psychic college, we would begin with a short meditation
and then we would be paired off with one of our classmates to see which people from spirit and
which messages came through. In this Circle though, there was one, long, guided meditation in
which the group leader led you through beautiful landscapes: fields, valleys, old country houses.
During these walks, spirit people would join you, and then after the meditation, you were
encouraged to share your experiences.
I admit, I was very impressed when one member of the group glimpsed Henry VIII in a
Tudor mansion, whilst another perfectly described my tiny, four foot eight French grandmother,
complete with white hair, navy-striped blouse and lacy, crotcheted shawl. My own visits from
spirit were more fleeting, but I kept trying, kept persevering. And then, suddenly, one week I
could barely connect at all!
I couldn’t understand what I was doing wrong, or even if I was doing anything wrong at all.
The following week, on the day of the Circle, my partner started talking randomly about the
character of Monica from the TV show Friends. ‘I don’t like her,’ he kept saying. ‘I just don’t like
her.’ My ears pricked up. I knew spirit sometimes communicated with me through meaningful
coincidences, and there was a girl called Monica who had recently joined the Circle I was
attending. Could she be linked in some way to my sudden difficulties with mediumship?
I observed her closely that week. She was still a teenager, and generally well-liked by the other
members of the group. She was also a very gifted medium. I was puzzled. I felt my own abilities
were somehow being stifled, but was Monica in any way responsible?
In the end, I spoke to Elizabeth Rose’s/Moon Prediction’s psychic Agnes for some advice. I
told her the names of some of the people in the Circle, and she, like me, honed in on the fact
that Monica’s energy was in some ways problematic for me. She felt that there was a bit of
unconscious rivalry between us, and that Monica was not only unconsciously drawing on my
own energy, but that she was acting like a strong man or bouncer who was energetically barring
me from entering! However, Agnes gave me some very helpful advice. She told me I needed to
up my psychic protection techniques before I attended the Circle. She also told me to take some

amethyst and rose quartz crystals with me – at which I burst out laughing, because before the
previous Circle, I had laid these crystals out on my desk but then forgotten to take them with
me. Finally, Agnes told me to use part of the meditation to send love to Monica. She predicted
that if I did all these things, I would regain my ability. I thought this was all excellent advice. I
also picked up a pyrite crystal, intended to strengthen my aura. Then, armed with my rocks and
my new-found sense of confidence, I set off for the Circle.
That evening I directed the purest and most loving energy I could at Monica. The pyrite
crystal in my fingertips began to twitch and vibrate and it seemed that any negative energy was
being transmuted into something more positive. That evening, I was able to make contact with
my grandfather, who showed me a photo of my father when he was much younger, reminding
me of how we all used to be. Monica, in contrast, was only able to describe the braces of a spirit
person, nothing else.
Don’t get me wrong – I wasn’t out to bring about Monica’s downfall or anything like that. I
just didn’t want to be giving her an energetic piggyback and I wanted my own abilities to be
restored to me. This, thanks to Agnes’s advice, is what seemed to happen. Since then, however,
the Circle I attend has been temporarily closed due to covid and various lockdowns. I miss
everyone there and wait to see, with interest, what happens when it opens up again.

Day In The Life Of A Psychic…

Possessing psychic ability is a wonderful thing and the good news is we are all intuitive to a greater or lesser extent. However, except for the psychic Mozarts among us, developing psychic skills also requires a lot of dedication and practice. But when we have truly allowed spirit into our lives, it can start to impact on them in some extraordinary ways. This series of blog entries is going to attempt to reveal what it’s like to be a modern psychic in an increasingly chaotic world (or perhaps that’s just Mercury Retrograde again. Maybe it will calm down after November 3rd!)

The first thing I want to write about, because it was the first thing I learned at psychic college, is ribbon-reading. This is a form of psychometry that is very easy to practice at home. It requires you, the budding psychic, to gather together a collection of ribbons. In my collection, there are ribbons from old dresses, parcels and gift bags, all the colours of the rainbow, and I keep them in a bag covered with sequins.

When you have assembled your collection, you ask your lovely volunteer to pick a ribbon of their choice and cup it in their hands to imprint their energy on it. This can take a few minutes, during which time you call on your angels and guides to help you with the reading you are about to undertake. Then you take the ribbon from your volunteer and feel your way down it with your fingertips. This allows you to read the other person’s energy. It is also when spirit may allow you to glimpse your volunteer’s hopes and dreams, or give you images, songs or sayings connected with their past, present and future, which you can share with them. For the aspiring psychic, it can be a bit difficult to sort out which is which, but practice really does make perfect – and keeping a psychic journal you can refer back to helps as well.

The summer that my best friend and I discovered ribbon reading, seven years ago, was one of great delight to us. Not only did we glimpse on the ribbon the Highland dancing festival complete with bagpipes and kilts that we actually saw in Camden in real life the following day, but spirit also decided to comfort us with visions of our future weddings. At the time, I knew very little about Indian weddings, so I was very tentative when I described the henna party or the beautiful red-and-gold wedding dress I could see for her. However, her enthusiastic response made me think I was onto something – and also gave me more confidence in my ability as a ribbon reader. She could also see a wedding reception for me, in a hotel, with pillars behind me. Neither of us could see the grooms though: just very sketchy outlines where they would be standing. In fact, it would be another five years before spirit would start giving us visions as to who our future husbands would be, so perhaps we just weren’t meant to know who they were before that.

Nevertheless, when I opened up my psychic journal from 2013, I found I had scribbled down the words to the song, ‘Going to the chapel/And we’re gonna get married’ with its lyrics, ‘Spring is here/The sky is blue…’ And, covid restrictions permitting, I really am going to get married next spring (for my friend, it’s next summer.) Songs are of course one way in which spirit communicates with us, but ribbons are another fantastic tool to access psychic information. I predict I’ll be writing more about them in another blog entry – and more about the adventures and misadventures of me and my psychic friends as we go about our daily lives, combining the ordinary with the magical.

It does not take long to learn to read the Auras that surround all living things.

There are plenty of books on the subject for the interested.

One interesting thing that does show up in the Aura on a human being is their mood.

The colour changes as your mood changes.

A lemon-yellow shows that the person is worried and usually worried about not achieving and worried about losing what they have.

Whilst on the other hand a red orange colour can show a person who has confidence and ambition and appears to have a lot of energy.

On the other hand a clouded Red Aura can show a person who has a lot of anger and can be bitter and have great difficulty in letting go of their anger. They tend to be people who look on the negative side of life and tend to have a chip on their shoulder, and blame others for their predicaments.

If you have a lot of pink in your Aura it usually shows that you are happy and may be even in love, a new love brings out a lot of pink!!

However dark pink is not good and usually shows a dishonest person and someone who is deceitful and very negative and rather immature.

A Cloudy Blue is usually someone who is very suspicious of others and worries about the future; they like to feel in control of everything.

A Cloudy Green Aura shows when the person is very jealous of others, they are resentful and very negative, and not a nice trait, and they don’t like to take responsibility for their own actions either.

Each colour in the Aura has a different meaning.

You can buy excellent books on the Aura explaining how you can see them and interpret what the colours mean.

Sometimes when you meet someone for the first time you may feel an instant dislike towards them, this is because you can feel that persons Aura, so you don’t have to actually see it, you can feel it.

Most people give off more than one colour in there Aura it is usually two colours but it can be a combination of more colours.

The colour can show their health their mood the type of person they are, and it is not difficult to learn to read the colours in the Aura.

For instance the colour Yellow is very interesting if seen in the Aura.

Usually the person is young at heart and likes to have a good time and enjoy life.

They are rather like the butterfly they like to be free they are creative and strong-minded and they hate to be criticised.

They are adventurous and usually have a great sense of humour and they can charm the birds from the trees.

They can also be very sensitive and can soon have their feelings hurt.

Yellows tend to go into health care or into beauty salons or become Vets or even go into show business.

They are usually creative people and hate to be constricted in their work. The Yellows are amazing company whom you would enjoy being with.

Well if your Aura is pink then you are a very rare breed, it is not often seen.

Having a pink Aura shows that a person values love, is very spiritual and is often creative and sensitive and is often very compassionate and romantic.

The colour of your Aura shows which chakra is most dominant in your body, it also shows where you spend your energy and can show your personality.

This chakra is placed at the base of your brain and shows creativity empathy etc.

Artists, musicians, and those in the healing professions often show a pink Aura.

It also shows with people who are curious about life and love harmony and peace in their lives.

Pink is a rare Aura, as most people do not connect with the sensitive sides of themselves.

Pink of course is a lighter shade of red, which is a different Aura altogether.

A pink Aura can also show when someone is extremely psychic, they have that ability to connect with themselves and connect with others, having empathy and healing.

If the Aura is bright Pink it can show someone who is rather affectionate and probably a loyal friend and a good partner.

A softer more Baby Pink can show that you are not always grounded enough but still sensitive and have empathy.

A Magenta Aura can show people that can be a bit eccentric and like to make a statement.

A Dark Muddy Pink usually shows some immaturity in your personality, people who are not always honest can have this muddy pink as well.