• I felt sure the old woman had once lived within the four walls of my cottage, and that her feet had trodden the same flagstone floors I now stood upon. That day, she was merely going about her daily chores as if she still lived here. But was she friend or foe? She could be a disincarnate spirit who wished to express herself through influencing, obsessing on or possessing another human being. Someone who had left this world in a confused state – maybe because of trauma or an accident – and was unaware of her transition, unconscious of passing into another way of being. Or perhaps she was the type of spirit who could act as my guide or protector. An ally living in the other worlds. 

    Somehow, I had entered a mysterious web of re-experienced patterns woven from the past. But how could this be? 

  • Later, the sound of Tim’s gentle voice guided me to the background of rhythmic drumbeats. As I entered a shamanic trance or a receptive state where I could access sensory metaphors, I saw a reclining panda with a protruding belly dressed in a tiara adorned with long veils, nets or gauze. This animal means peace and gentle strength. However, its shadow side involves trying to help too many people, doing too many things at once, being overly sensitive and easily stressed. The panda has an unstoppable determination and can provide powerful support that is until it becomes overwhelmed and exhausted. It all sounded familiar. This panda had come in to help me, as a sick child, to gain acceptance and heal a trauma. Now it was no longer necessary and had become counterproductive. It needed to be removed.

  • It was the first anniversary of Kevin’s passing and I had asked Chrysoula and her young cousin Thodwris to be at a church – any church – at noon, to light this candle. Twelve o’clock midday was the time they turned Kevin’s hospital machines off. We drove up to the remote Greek church of Agioi Anargyroi with only a few minutes to spare. Set high above the Monemvasia shoreline and tucked into a perpendicular rock face, this little church is famous for two healers, the Holy Apostles, who were sainted for the miracles they performed and for curing the incurable without profit. It seemed appropriate.

  • I feel I could recommend your writing to my future clients.

  • I would advise my students to read Summerlands for a clearer understanding of transits. When it is our time to do shadow work, universal forces assist us in magical ways, not easily explained in language, yet you have done just that.

  • Logan's PPID medication

    Summerlands books donated to fund Logan’s medication - 10

  • Did you join the local indigenous custodians (The Anangu People) and the Grandmothers with the Solar Plexus activation at Uluru? A time for the Tjukurpa Pulka, the Creation Lore, Creation Time Dreaming and the New Way Dreaming (Senoir Star Lore Elder, precious Grandmother and custodian of Uluru, Auntie Nelly Patterson). Uluru (Solar Plexus earth chakra) connects with Glastonbury (Heart earth chakra) and Lake Titicaca (Sacral earth chakra).

  • I find this book literally spell binding. I’m truly enthralled! It’s more of a poem in a way. Each paragraph is multi-layered with the images and feelings and what’s left in the unsaid. I am almost crying! I want to buy ten to give to my friends.

  • The winter solstice on St Thomas’ Eve (December 21st) is the longest night of the year. It was called Spinning Night as women could earn extra Christmas money through the long night hours. Dedicated to the Norns, Wyrd Sisters or Goddesses - called Urd (“What Once Was”), Verdandi (“What Is Coming into Being”) and Skuld (“What Shall Be”) - it was a time to weave the web of destiny.

  • One of my favourite activities is poo picking - I love it. As Livvy explained, when I got my initial training, it really is quite zen! Out there in the early morning with my wheelbarrow, sauntering around from one pile to another. The horses ambling up for a pat or to impart some message. What more could I ask for to start my day?

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