The Soul’S Journey, and How It Affects Your Life

PROLOGUE

You may wonder how I came to write this book, well… let me tell you. If someone had told me years ago that I would write a book, especially a channelled one, I would have laughed in their face. After all, I’m only a country girl with terrible spelling, grammar, and punctuation.

I was born in Dannevirke, a small east coast town in New Zealand. Ten minutes from town was my first home on my grandfather’s farm that his wife Rosa had won in a pre-war ballot in 1914. The farm was located in Umutaoroa, which is situated under the Ruahine Ranges that run up part of the east coast of the North Island. The house was covered in corrugated iron, so that it would be safe in a bush fire. Mum told me that it lifted up and down on its piles whenever the wind blew. Hence, the reason why I was scared of the wind for many years.

As a young child, I was terrified of the beings that continually passed through my life. By the age of two, my mother and our doctor, thought it best to put me on a liquid sedative, in an attempt to curb my bouts of screaming. Evidently, I remained on this for approximately two years. However, by the time I was five, I had become used to seeing spirits, and I had also started talking with them,—they became my only friends.

I’ll tell you, having spirit friends was no picnic—even though we used to have make-believe picnics frequently, and the tea parties were fantastic, full of lots of fun.

However, in 1962,—because of it’s small size, it was bought by a larger farm owner. Grandad retired to Dannevirke, while mum, dad, my sister, brother and I moved to Palmerston North. My parents brought a grocery/dairy shop in Rugby Street, and called it Farley’s Friendly Corner.

In 1965 when I was six and a half, my parents decided to move back to Dannevirke. Dad wanted to become self-employed, but it was not to be. After spending six weeks pulling our new section into shape, and just as he was organising his advertising, he suddenly became unwell. Luckily, my brother called in for lunch; and noticed dad looked awful. My father said he didn’t feel that good and excused himself to be sick. He had just entered the toilet when mum and my brother heard a crash. They found dad having a full-blown heart attack, which was to be the first of many to come. He was in hospital for three months. When he returned home he wasn’t able to continue on his chosen path of self-employment, so he got a part time job fixing small motors at Chainy brothers—an appliance and motor mower shop. This is where he had another heart attack. I remember my brother coming to pick us girls up from school. This time he was in hospital for a long time, I remember asking God if he could please bring my dad home for Christmas—he came out of hospital on Christmas Eve, only to return between Christmas and New Year. Little did I know that, that would be the last time I would see him.

No matter how much I begged God to bring him home he didn’t, and when dad died, I hated God from that day on.

I learnt that when mum arrived at the hospital, after an urgent call from the sister in charge, as ill as dad was, he sat up and held out his arms and called mum’s name, before collapsing back on the pillows and passing away. He wanted to hold his soul mate one last time. He died with her name on his lips and his love for her in his heart. Little did any of us know just what a huge impact this single event would have on our future—especially mine.

Shortly after losing my father, I overheard my Aunty Sybil telling mum that she was concerned about how often I talked to myself, and encouraged her to send me to a psychologist. My mother, in her wisdom, organised this via the school, which subsequently proved that I was fine. The psychologist used art therapy to ascertain this. Maybe, that’s why, I myself have trained in that field and find it a very empowering therapy

These close together emotional events destroyed my belief in God’s love, and my connection with my spirit friends. Several months after my father died I was visited by Mother Mary, but as I had closed myself down to spirit communications, I did not believe her when she told me that she would take care of me. I was angry because she hadn’t taken care of me in the past as she’d let God take my daddy.

My immediate family had continually denied my abilities telling me I was dreaming and telling lies. This had puzzled me all my life, considering mum used to read tea leaves, dad had intuitive insight and Aunty Sybil was always known as the spooky lady. This confusion lingered until some years ago when Archangel Michael enlightened me as to what the real reason was.

The denial of my gifts was to keep them concealed until the time was right to ignite them into their fullest form. Because, as a child I wasn’t mature enough to undergo the intense emotional and physical experiences that were required by my soul, to evolve it to its desired point of understanding.

This concealing process, and the life traumas that began when I was six, caused me to eventually—at the age of nine, turn away from my spirit friends completely and live like any other human on this planet.

My life from that point on was a continuous roller coaster of mediocre highs and intensely painful lows, creating moments of suicidal contemplation and attempts. However, the angels had other ideas, and intervened each time stopping me going through with my plans.

It took many years and lots of life’s bumps and tragedies before I reconnected with my spiritual gifts, opening the door for my healing to start, of which I am eternally grateful. The key to this happening was the breakdown of my first marriage of nineteen years. It was at this time I had the pleasure of meeting one of my saviours: in the form of an amazing therapist. When I first started with him, I was seeing him twice a week. This continued until he felt I was stable enough to see him once a week. I continued working with him for three years, and it was during this time that the gates opened again and I was able to reconnect with my spirit friends, my new guides, and to my surprise my father, who came to every one of my therapy sessions. They all worked together to escort me into alignment with my soul’s destiny. Therefore, you can see why when the four archangels invited me to work with them I was overwhelmed with humbleness and honour. I often feel very sorry for them, as their support has been one of unconditional love and guidance, even though I have been a very unwilling and difficult being to work with a lot of the time. I often feel that they probably have flat foreheads: due to banging them on a brick wall with exasperation! But they gently turn up the heat to a point where I suffer—struggle, process, and emerge enlightened and ecstatic, only to fall back, once again, into my old ways, having to repeat the same lessons again, and again, only with different people.

My laments have been Why are the angels putting me through this crap? and another one is I have to be painted into a corner until I come out fighting, before I move forward. Why do they make me do that?

However, at the end of the day I wasn’t taking responsibility for my own careless actions, and the bad decisions I made out of fear. This behaviour continued putting me in these experiences, in other words, I was my own worst enemy, and just kept going round in circles, instead of learning the lesson, integrating it, and then using that knowledge to make decisions that were more in alignment with my soul’s journey. But, no… not me, I had to take the long road,—heaven forbid anything could be easy.

Eventually, by the way of emotional pain, and the introduction of timely teachers and training, as well as many serendipitous events, I finally arrived at a point in time where I was using my clairvoyance and working as a healer, when one day during meditation I was approached by the four archangels who invited me to work with them. Due to the fact that from as early as I could remember, I had been able to see spirits as if I was looking at a human being, I was uncertain of their authenticity, as I was only able to feel their energy vibration—not see them in a manner that I could comprehend.

Due to being aware that when you work from the light, the dark energies can, and will, do anything in their power to dislodge you from your soul’s path, you can understand why I was very suspicious. After many attempts by these amazing energies to get me to work with them, I eventually informed them, that because I couldn’t see them in the way I usually see spirits, that I doubted they were who they said they were. Even though, their vibrations were of love, and I didn’t sense any darkness at all but I still had my doubts. In fact their energies were amazing, but better to be safe than sorry. Plus I was still getting used to my gifts and still didn’t really trust myself.

So I told them to go away until they could come in a form I could identify—which in a way wasn’t very kind on my part. Because for an archangel, or any highly advanced being to do this, it means that they have to lower their vibration to enable them to accumulate mass, which is what I was wanting them to do.

However, you know angels; they will do whatever it takes to reassure us of their authenticity when they need to.

Over the following three or four months I never heard any more from them, so, me being me, I thought, Aha, I got you. You were not who you told me you were. I felt quite smug.

However, in that time, my sister got sick and needed to go on the waiting list for surgery. She called me and asked if I could come down and do some healing on her, as the hospital had said it would be up to six months before they would call her in. I could have sent her distance healing but I decided that it would be better for me to go to her and channel the healing energies from my guides and God in her presence to relieve her pain, as a one on one healing is often more powerful. After all, she was my sister and the sooner I could relieve her discomfort the better. Also, she lived on a farm that was once part of my Grandfather’s farm so I always loved spending time there.

The following weekend—two and a half months since I last had contact with the supposed Archangels; I travelled the four and a half hours to my sister’s home. The following day, after everyone left the house we got started. My sisters healing room was full of lovely crystals and furniture, but it still required clearing of any negative energy that may have accumulated over time. After I cleared the room, I called her in, and after the appropriate preparation, we began.

First, I dedicated myself to be a healing channel for my guides to send their energy through me. Then I opened my crown chakra to allow the healing energies to flow freely, and engaged my Gate Keeper to stand guard so no contaminated energy could interfere with the pure energy flow.

We started by balancing all her chakra system, and then moved onto clearing, healing and realigning her auric field. When I moved my hand over her abdomen, I felt a huge build-up of dense energy and in my third eye; it looked like black bulbous blobs.

It was at this time I felt the flow of energy cease. All of a sudden, the energy in the room became translucent, and started to… sort of… shimmer. As I raised my eyes from my sister—who was lying totally relaxed and unaware of what was happening, I saw four huge archangels standing one in each corner of the room, with their huge wings bending over as they came into contact with the ceiling.

I stood frozen in awe as they smiled down at me.

Finally, Archangel Michael’s vibration became more prominent and he spoke in a soft cheeky sort of tone, saying, Is this good enough for you to see we are who we say we are?

I was so dumbfounded I just shook my head in agreement.

He then introduced each of them—believe me… they are far more beautiful than the archangels on the oracle cards, their features alone are just captivating.

Anyway, back to what happened next. I was instructed to move away from the table, and stand on a white glowing plate-like circle on the floor by the room’s window, which I did.

As I watched, each of the archangels took their place, at a corner of the massage table,—where my sister still lay, oblivious to what was happening.

They then bent over until the top of their wings touched. Then they bathed her in the most beautifully coloured light show I’ve ever seen.

I felt like an unseen force was holding me to my spot.

After what felt like three or four minutes, they raised their wings and moved back into the corners of the room.

Archangel Michael then invited me to return to my sister’s side and complete the healing. You can imagine how overcome with emotions I was. As I looked at each one of them, they shimmered with their personal vibration so I would be able to recognise their energies when they came to me again—this is how they channelled this book.

I apologised for doubting them, but as angels do, I was given compassion, love, and warm smiles. The love I felt from them was amazing. There are just no words to describe it.

They watched for a minute or so as I continued to complete the healing and then they slowly disappeared.

When I sat my sister up, she asked me if I’d gone out of the room and left the door open. I asked why. She said that not long before I finished, she had felt a cool draught blowing over her, which was strange as the house was toasty warm.

When I told her what had happened she burst into tears, overcome by the fact they would do that for her, and I was crying because I felt honoured that they would do that for both of us. I was stunned that they would want a country born girl, from a little town called Dannevirke to work with them. Once I had got my sister a cup of tea and cleared the room I went for a walk to process what had happened.

I walked down the road to the large macrocarpa trees that my grandfather had planted after he first cleared the farm from bush, and I sat in one of the trees roots systems and cried, and cried and thanked God.—who I didn’t hate anymore, due to lots of personal work, but that’s another story.

Since that day, the angels have walked by my side and guided me to do things that I would never have dreamed of doing: like public speaking—I used to throw sickies to get out of speeches at school. They also got me to create nature spirit oracle cards, but most of all, they have escorted me on the most amazing healing journey, experiencing life in all its profuse colours.

One day when I was in the throes of some deep emotional turmoil, and throwing a hissy fit that only I can throw, I yelled at God and the archangels, Why do other people go through one or two major traumas in their life, but I feel like I have just about had the whole bloody lot?

They replied in their usual calm voice and said,

The reason why you have had to go through so much on all levels is because your soul ordered this. So you will be able to help those who will, in time, cross your path, as you will be coming from a place of true understanding. This is because, when a lost person engages with you, their subconscious will feel safe, sensing that you are standing in a place of truth, compassion, and non-judgement.

Somehow, those words instantly settled my distress and showed me I was in training for what was to come. However, the effect of this knowledge didn’t take long to wear off, and once again I was in turmoil. So, the very patient angels and guides continued to assist where they could, and left the rest up to me.

It has taken since 2009 to get this book written, due to many factors. Like lots of bouts of personal growth, such as broken relationships, moving house—more times than I care to remember, nursing people I care about, moving countries and lots of other different challenges.

When the archangels first informed me they wanted me to take down their words, and put them in a book I laughed and said, No way as I had continually struggled at school only getting to level three in spelling. I had no idea of punctuation, only full stops, and the odd comma; even then, I usually put them in the wrong place. However, that didn’t stop their coaxing. In the end, they just started sending the words through and I felt compelled to put them down, and as I did, I realised that they knew what they were doing; I just had to relax and trust them.

It was during the periods of calm and connection with the archangels that this book evolved. It is interesting to look back and remember, that each chapter aided my healing process as I gained a more powerful understanding of how the universal laws work, setting me free on all levels. I also recall that two weeks prior to beginning this book, when they initially woke me at 3 a.m., I had experienced a lucid dream about being in the hall of Akashic records. The dream was so powerful it took me several hours to complete my grounding process.

How did my sister get on, Well, she ended up being called in for her surgery three weeks later, and I came down to support her, as her husband had to work. When I picked her up that afternoon, the surgeon informed her that they only found one small polyp. As we walked out, she informed me that her scan had originally shown seven polyps and one of them was very large and invasive. So you see, miracles do happen.

It is with great pleasure that I am finally in a contented place after completing what I feel has been the most difficult aspect of my healing and personal growth. That is the healing of my inner child’s lack of forgiveness towards my mother, which revolved around my father’s illness and subsequent death.

Therefore, I hope you accept this book as a gift from the archangels, as a tool to help you understand your existence, and all that that entails.

Due to the highly evolved information held within these pages, they invite you to read it with an open mind, and listen to your soul’s response to the words. The information in this book is like nothing that’s ever been published before. It truly helps bring the human aspect of ourselves into connection and alignment with our soul’s journey and the universal intelligence.

At times, you may feel that you have read certain pieces of information previously in this book however, you will quickly learn, as I did, that the angels have done this to show you how different experiences can be created by similar circumstances.

Love and Blessings to you all

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CHAPTER 1

INTRODUCTION

Welcome to this truly informative, interesting, and to say the least mind blowingly, thought provoking book you’re likely to read, well for now anyway.

We talk about what it’s like to be a human in today’s earthly society, the joys, the struggles, the contradictions, the unfairness, and much more. After which, this book will set about awakening a new realisation of who each and every one of us truly is, and endeavour to answer some of your questions as to why some things happen the way they do at certain times.

It will give you an insight as to why people behave in the ways they do, why you react the way you do. It will also suggest ways that you may change your life existence from one of just existing in struggle and strife, to one of all knowing, peace and harmony.

Let me warn you that the words you are about to read may have a profound effect on your life… as they have on mine.

I once heard someone say that life’s only a journey from being born, to live, pay taxes and then you die. Well I hate to prick that person’s bubble but there’s much more to life on this planet by way of the many amazing evolutionary revelations, many of which are contained within these pages.

All I ask is that on embarking on the journey that this book will no doubt take you on, is that you read it with an open mind, but most of all with an open heart. I invite you to disengage your logical mind, which has been programmed over many years to disbelieve anything, that differentiates from what you’ve been told or taught, and truly read with your true mind, your heart.

This book may stir feelings of anger, mistrust, joy or sadness, but if you read