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Close to my heart
|Posted on March 4, 2018 at 10:54 AM||comments ()|
Technically I don't read words or hear them, I feel them. I feel their frequency in 5-D+ which if you could visualise, floats above time and space. An aerial view of the landscape of past, present, future and multidimensional expanding versions of all.
I feel the strength and weakness of the energy of a grouping of words then tweak and type till the resonance I feel within you matches the feeling inside me. A few paragraphs can take several hours spread out over multiple days.
It's almost impossible for me to see a missing "s", an "ed", a misused word or a fundamental error in grammar. Sometimes my writing will shift from present to past to future all in one sentence. To me they are all here now.
When I read back what I write it's within a loop of the feelings flowing through me to you and back to me, taking place on a screen or page. The closest I can get to grammatical editing is to have it spoken to me so I can feel it outside myself.
As much as it pains me to discover errors after the fact it's nothing in comparison to posting something that hasn't been completely tuned to the frequency of the intent. The Future and A Call to the Divine Feminine in all of Us are two of my writings that have sluggish sections. Just feeling the title of the second is like wading across a river of mud. Lol Like a handful of words awkwardly dancing out of step with content that is moving with the harmony of it's message. To reread discordance in a larger piece is like something pulling my solar plexus in conflicting directions. I imagine it's more like writing musical notes than words.
In the end I except both the typos and the energetic missteps as lessons in humility, rejection of crippling perfectionism, trust that you'll feel and find the message and most importantly that life is to be shared now, real and beautifully human.
|Posted on October 28, 2017 at 12:14 AM||comments ()|
Trying to put words to my gifts and I get all Spock about it...
I process complex information, seeing it in 3+-dimensions,
using myself as a neutral third person observer who observes the first observer.
I use, analyse and manipulate the field to shift suffering, create breakthroughs and manifest material and non-materially.
The most humbling and grace fill aspect is when I am directed through the field to serve strangers in a way that would be most closely called kismet.
I am passionate about creating and providing tools that allow people to independently observe, shift and clear their suffering. I have been gifted a large toolbox of skills that I teach, showing people how hack the field.
I also experiment with and design complex frequencies customised to shift specific types of human conditions to higher vibrational states.
|Posted on November 18, 2014 at 6:45 PM||comments ()|
Hello beautiful souls!
I have come out the other side of cancer treatment having cleared out and transformed all kinds of old patterns and crude. A true spiritual journey. I still have a few medical things to sort but I wanted to stop in and thank you all for continuing to visit and share this site. I hope to be shaking up my life this coming year with many new adventures. Looking for fellow tribe mates to collaborate with and ways to give you more direct access to me. Also searching for a base camp in the US to begin to expand workshops to North Americca and Europe.
I hope this message finds you well. I'd love to hear from you.
|Posted on March 19, 2014 at 12:29 AM||comments ()|
Merrily is currently undergoing chemotherapy followed by radiation to treat breast cancer. She will be taking a break from most work through to October of this year. She will do some updates on her Facebook page. She sends heaps of love to you all.
|Posted on July 15, 2013 at 3:39 AM||comments ()|
...I read energy and emotions.
Both earthly and ethereal souls hold these as shifting signatures of their spirit.
These two things are imprinted with multiple characteristics, like fingerprints.
People inadvertently give their energy to others, objects, even their name and I can read them and their imprint on any of these things.
This information comes through as images, sound, emotions and physical sensations.
They show me personalities, emotions, physical features, illness, motives, mannerism and probabilities. I can see what they show the world and what lies within.
I can interact and follow these energies like threads on a web.
Following them backwards as time folds to connect me to a specific place or origins of a behavior or forward to probably futures.
I can introduce ideas and shift and work with a person's energy to see how and where it opens or closes.
I can connect two or more people's energies together and read them as they shift.
Like musical instruments resonating, there is a infinite combination of complimenting and contrasting combinations.
All of this is done with the guidance of a divine grace and I humbly understand that I am there to follow where I am lead.
This gift works within the parameters of free will.
I am not allowed to know what someone wishes not to be know and I cannot shift someone's energy the wishes for it to not be shifted.
|Posted on January 1, 2013 at 2:51 AM||comments ()|
The Future - Variable
As a psychic, people come to me to clarify their future. Curiosity, concern and/or hope can drive their questions. What I always tell them is that the future can be a variable, which has it's pros and cons. The downside is what you expect, want, rely on, can change. On the upside you can change your future. Back to the downside, you change your future.
For example, a dear friend ask me to look for a man somewhere in her life soon. Following her thread into a possible future I saw her and a man. I could feel mutual respect and attraction, connectedness, kindness… it was lovely. As I began to describe what I saw and felt she interrupted me with concern and asked “Is he tall? He needs to be tall. I can’t be with a short man.” I looked and told her he wasn’t extremely tall, but average height. As I continued she interrupted again and asked “Is he young, old or my age?” I said “He is younger”. Concerned again, she said “I can’t do younger men. He will just leave me for a younger woman.” As she spoke the connection I had to this future soften, became more transparent. I started to speak again and she quickly asked “Do we get married?” I said “No, but you are both very happy” She began to explain that she’d have to get married… but this time I interrupted her. “He’s gone.” I said “that future is no longer there…” She had unknowing wiped it away with conditions and concerns. Gripping the outcome so tightly that there was no room for it to bloom or breathe. We have all done this in our lives. We can either open our future with love or box it in with fear. This is the law of attraction at it’s basic. People’s futures can literally shift and change as I pre-count it to them, all created in the now.
The Future – Fixed
But my experience has taught me that there are strong checkpoints mapped out in our lives that we will cross no matter our attitude. Another friend was in the first stages of separating from her partner. She asked if I could see where she might live. I followed her thread and found myself in a room overlooking the ocean on a beautiful beach called Cuttagee. She told me that there was no way she could ever afford to live there. I looked again… nothing had changed. I assured her that I saw her living there but her disbelief was tangible. A few weeks later she rang me, her voice upbeat, almost giddy. She told me she was having a party and she wanted me to drive up and come… She said she was talking to me from her new place! She told me she was standing at her window looking out at Cutagee Beach. I was covered in goosebumps. She explained that wealthy friends owned the home and had offered her the opportunity to live there while they put it on the market to sell. This future was set, whether she believed or not. The reason, she may never know. Her thread had to cross this point as part of her journey. I find we can sometimes affect these points, shifting them closer or further but they inevitably come, they are the part of our lives that are destined.
The Future That Must be Lived
Finally my experience has also taught me that there are things we just don’t get to know. When seeking the answers to some questions I am met with the energetic equivalent of a brick wall or diversions down rabbit holes. To know would change the experience, it would corrupt the purpose of living it,
living out concern,
living out curiosity,
living out hope...
|Posted on December 13, 2012 at 3:06 PM||comments ()|
I consciously choose to "turn off" my gift in day-to-day life. When I meet someone I don't go snooping around in their energy or digging through their dirty laundry. We are all human, all fallible and really it's none of my business. But on occasion someone works so hard to cover up their lack of integrity that it's like cologne amply applied into a choking fog... as if trying to mask an unpleasant smell. This manufactured facade proceeds them into a room and they stand out in a crowd. Like the cologne, this covering up only calls attention to the underlying scent that may have otherwise gone unnoticed without closer scrutiny. They choke the room with things like "I cheat on my partners" or "I manipulate and lie to get what I want"...They expend a tremendous amount of energy and mental focus maintaining a socially pleasant alter ego and this energy radiates with a harsh edge in comparison to the soft hum of someone living authentically.
They create an unconscious warning system to society. Your gut instincts are design to pick these people from the crowd. Whether it's alarm bells and whistles, red flags or just and uneasy feeling, listen and trust it. This built in barometer is there not to judge them but to keep you safe and guide you through relationships, business dealings and protect your body, mind and spirit.
The day I climbed into a box and blinded myself, the ensuing doubt and the universe's tenacity to triumph.
|Posted on November 20, 2012 at 2:48 AM||comments ()|
I have been living boldly lately. Taking on new challenges, jumping off figurative cliffs with joyful abandon. So when a friend called with a desperate plea to find her daughter's most precious childhood friend, a doll named Lightening, I was honored to help in anyway I could. I didn't worry that Lightening had possibly been taken by the dog and dragged to any of a million possible nooks and crannies over the sprawling acres of surrounding bush. I didn't worry that she just as easily could have been swept up in the laundry, slipped under a couch or been buried under a pile of toys. I didn't even worry that I had never been asked to find an inanimate object before. My heart was just aching for her daughter and I was hoping I could help.
As soon as I arrived I had a distinct repeating image of something big black and round and Lightening was behind it. I was also overwhelmingly drawn to one place on the property, a camper where my friend's property mate was napping with her baby. While they slept we had a peek around the obvious places but it was the camper that I had to go visit. They assured me it couldn't be in there but all my intuition was pointing with flashing neon signs "The Camper". When we checked inside... Nothing. This is where I unwittingly started to doubt my intuition and began to lean on logic.
With psychic and mediumship work I use intuition with a sprinkle of logic, it's okay to text logic, even called it for a quick chat but whatever you do, don't go visit. I didn't realize it then but I not only visited logic, I'd sat down to have a cup of tea. My logic decided Lightening must be behind a big black round pillow. I held so tightly to this idea that when my intuition lead me through undergrowth and bramble out into the bush directly to a big black tire (with no Lightening to be found). I took this as the universe having a bit of a joke with me. It was big and black and round. Ha ha very funny I thought.
At this point I was frustrated and to be honest, embarrassed. My spirit had given up but my ego kept searching for another 40 minutes to no avail. The family had been generous and understanding. I apologized deeply, gutted I had not been able to locate this beloved doll. Driving home I questioned my skills and wondered what the hell I was thinking taking on such a huge task. I had raised this family's hopes and let a little girl down.
My sense of failure clung to me in the days to follow. But when my caller id identified my friend ringing my heart jumped. The best case scenario I could imagine was that the doll was found, but still, I had wasted their time. The story she told me humbled me and sent goosebumps from my head to my toes. The doll HAD been found. I was given all the right clues. I had just been too locked into one idea to see it. Lightening was discovered underneath that very camper and she was behind a tire... A big black tire. I was blown away. In hindsight it was all so obvious. Lighten was reunited with her little girl and the world was right once again.
The signs are there in our lives, miraculous signs, helping us, showing us the way. But it requires us to step outside our box, outside our fear and trust our intuition in the face of failure, embarrassment, looking ridiculous... The universe is doing everything it can to help us. The gifts are worth the risk. If we can just get out of our own way.
Lightening swaddled by mom and waiting for her little girl to come and discover she'd been found.
Lighting and her little girl reunited. Now inseparable.