I've started to document my Spookie sessions, when I remember! Unfortunately, I've thrown away notes and drawings (I can't draw!). Often, I don't remember them, which is the same for most of my spiritual sessions.
Hopefully, you'll enjoy reading about them over a cuppa!
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Something rather interesting happened before a Tarot reading yesterday. And I think I need to explain a little bit about Hoogs first.
A couple of weeks ago, I had a session with a pet psychic, the lovely Astrid and what came through about Hoogs really helped me understand why he is in my life and the role he seems to play around me. Since then, I've found myself paying even more attention to him (if thats possible!). I already love him to bits — obviously — but I'm noticing the things he does, the way he behaves and the little nudges he gives me in a completely different way now.
Hoogs grounds me.
He also seems to communicate with me in his own way. Sometimes that's through what he does physically, sometimes it's simply a feeling or knowing, and sometimes I find myself communicating with him in my mind as well as talking to him out loud. Yes, I know how that sounds. 😂. B ut if you know me, you'll know I'm pretty comfortable with the fact that some things can't always be explained in a neat little box.
Anyway…
Back to the Tarot cards.
I normally like to spend a little time with the cards before a client arrives. I'll sit with the spread, tune into the energy around the person and see what starts to come through. That way, I've already got a feel for things before we begin, and we don't have to spend quite so much of the session doing that.
Except yesterday, the cards weren't playing ball.
At all. Every time I tried to read them, I felt completely blocked.
And then there was Hoogs. My boy Hoogs decided that the best place in the world to sit was directly on top of my Tarot cards. 😂. I moved him. He came back. I tried again. He sat on them again. It was almost comical — but at the same time, I couldn't seem to get anything meaningful from the cards.
And because of what had happened with the pet psychic a couple of weeks earlier, I couldn't help but wonder whether I should actually be paying attention to what Hoogs was doing rather than simply trying to move him out of the way. So I tried again. Eventually, I started to get some information, but what came through wasn't really about what I had expected to be looking at. It kept pointing me towards past lives.
And the feeling I was getting was almost, "Don't worry about where we are. Just wait."
So I did. And Hoogs stopped sitting on the cards. Coincidence? Maybe. But I certainly took notice.
Luckily, my wonderful client had allowed enough time for the session to unfold naturally, because once she arrived, the Tarot reading itself became the starting point rather than the whole session.
The cards highlighted what appeared to be a potential blockage, so we explored that through some NLP work. And then, rather unexpectedly — or perhaps not so unexpectedly given what had been coming through beforehand — we moved into past life regression. We did some work there, following what was presenting itself rather than trying to force the session in a particular direction. And that's one of the things I love about the way I work.
I don't work from scripts.
I don't decide beforehand that because you've booked a Tarot reading, we're going to do Tarot for the entire session.
And I don't assume that because something worked for someone else, it's automatically what you need.
Every person is different.
Every session is different.
Sometimes the cards give you exactly what you expect.
Sometimes they take you somewhere completely unexpected.
And sometimes, apparently, a very determined cat decides he's part of the reading too. 😂
For me, the important thing is being willing to listen and follow what is actually happening in front of me.
That might mean Tarot.
It might mean NLP.
It might mean hypnotherapy or past life regression.
And sometimes it might be a combination of things.
The session belongs to the person sitting in front of me — not to a script.
And yesterday was a pretty good reminder of exactly that.
And Hoogs?
Well, I'm listening, little man. ❤️
So, my friend sent me a video shot in their home after they spotted something odd. Can you see it? There is no explanation at present, but this is what I saw when I was talking to her about it a few months later.
I can see a monk (!) walking from their bar, across the house as if the house isn't there.
Again, this was going back centuries, at a guess, to the 16th century. There is a river or a body of water there, which I saw running underground (under the house).
The monk has a gold coin of some sort in his hand, but he is trying to get somewhere to the left of the house. Maybe a bunker or something about 3 or 4 roads across.
Apparently, there is a tree in their back garden that has big 'orbs'. I'm not going up there until the end of this year, so I can't actually see anything in person. However, I will tune into the energy when I have 5 minutes and see what else I can pick up
What is it with me and monks?
I went to a funeral a few years ago and, as I was sat in the church, I saw a monk starting to walk down the right-hand side of the church.
He was walking very slowly and carrying something in his hand. Again, there was something else there, but I can't remember what it was.
Afterwards, I was told that there had been a lot of sightings of monks in the church.
I was asked this recently whilst having a coffee. My immediate response was 'yes'.
I started to go into a description of the boy and gave a name — a few names, actually, as there were a few boys. I also mentioned their hobby and I was 'spot on!'
Things like this still baffle me, as they just happen and other times, there's nothing!
Recently, I was handed a 'trinket' and asked if I could get any information.
I started to reel off that I saw an elderly lady, in an apron, in a kitchen. An old kitchen, not modern. She was wearing an apron and she had a tea towel that she would flick, as if to get your attention or to tell you off.
She looked like a particular actress that I couldn't, for the life of me, think who it was.
She also had a message of 'stay safe'.
I had a pain in my left lower arm, which lasted for a few hours as well.
Days later, I realised who the actress was. At the time, the information didn't 'land'.
However, a week later, I received a message to tell me that they realised who I was talking about.
They were thinking family, as family had given the trinket to them, but in fact, it was the energy of their next-door neighbour that came through. She looked like the actress and always said 'stay safe'.
She had passed years ago and they had new neighbours, so the 'penny didn't drop' immediately.
If you've lost something, ask the universe to show you!
It's great when you've lost your car keys!
I actually visited the Isle of Man and Trace and her partner were very kind to put up with me (as well as Jo!).
I was there for the TT, which was amazing, but while I was there, it happened again.
They had recently had their garden landscaped and it was amazing! Excellent viewing point for the TT!
I started to see Trace in a previous life.
She was dressed in drab colours, with a headscarf on, and she was cooking for a family.
Again, I didn't write down the details, so they may be a little sketchy (pardon the pun!).
There was an old 'mud hut' camp, if that makes sense. The houses were very old and made of mud or something similar.
She had a family.
I then saw them fleeing to the other side of the mountain via a secret passageway, which went under the hills and had a small river at the entrance.
They were fleeing as someone was after them, and I can't remember who that was.
I named a few kings and things and, again, I don't know where I put that information, as when we Googled, we did find the details were correct.
Whilst we were there, Trace took me to the 'secret passage', which was a few doors away from where they lived.
The other strange thing was that the local church had an exhibition on 'stones', and there it was — the cross I had drawn when Trace was in the UK.
As I touched the stones, they made me feel quite 'seasick' as they started to move, which was very strange.
Whilst I was there, I kept getting references to King Arthur and connections to the Isle of Man, but I couldn't find any connection at all.
There was lots of other stuff, but I can't remember!
exhibition on of 'stones'
So, I had some friends visit for a good old catch-up and many glasses of wine.
One of the evenings, I got out my tarot cards and started to do a reading.
For my first friend (we'll call her Jo), I couldn't get an awful lot, as my second friend's energy (we'll call her 'Trace') was trying to grab my attention.
As I started to read the cards, I realised that I didn't need my cards, as I felt like I had to draw!
Now, I'm no artist, as a very good friend of mine will vouch for (the horse! That's all I'm saying. We still laugh about it today!).
So, I started to draw houses that I could see.
They were old houses, with thatched roofs, but not a typical shape.
I started to draw them and the surroundings and, despite a few wines down, the drawings were not that bad!! Ha ha!
I started going into detail about what was there, what had happened and how that impacted on Trace.
I saw here there.
Unfortunately, there was a lot of detail and discussion, but I failed to write it all down or keep all the drawings.
However, both Jo and Trace knew exactly what I was talking about and they recognised the drawings.
There is an 'old' village on the Isle of Man that I was referring to — see photos.
I also kept seeing Trace's house, but in a different century.
I described rivers, fields, secret passageways and a lot more.
I also kept drawing a cross of some sort and an emblem.
If you've experienced something you can't quite explain, I'd love to hear about it.
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