Snippets of Joy

As I continued to further my knowledge and educate myself about angels and develop my psychic ability, my husband bought me a pack of angel oracle cards by Doreen Virtue as a Christmas present. I had never considered purchasing oracle cards before, but my husband felt that I would like them.

As it happens I felt an instant connection with them, as if their power was radiating out to me. They became and still are very precious to me. I only used the cards on my family at first, and was amazed at all the loving messages I received, without needing to refer to the guide book. Since then, I’ve now acquired several different packs that I use for my readings.

The messages that I do receive while reading the cards are voices that whisper to me, and I feel strong energies; but sometimes I am shown vivid pictures to help me deliver what the angels want me to say. I am still in awe where these messages come from and how I know such things. After all, I am just an ordinary housewife and Mum.

Each card tells a different message every time, as the cards are a powerful tool which act as a guide to help me depict the message I am receiving. The messages I receive are always filled with love. They are usually messages showing the various paths that life usually offers. Everyone has free will, so my readings are there to enable the listener to look at their life in a different way, advising perhaps, on how to move forward to receive the peace and joy that they deserve.

It is through the angels and my guides that I receive these messages, but sometimes beloved spirits of those whose reading I am doing will come with their own specific message. This can be emotional for the person having their cards read and for the spirit, but this usually brings a lot of spiritual healing, leaving a feeling of comfort and peacefulness. Most people feel good about themselves after an angel card reading.

Everyone is created with their special gift, their own bright light within them. It was only after receiving the precious diamond at that spiritual meeting in my village hall, that I realised that I had such a light within me. It gave me the confidence and inspiration to believe, that I had the ability to make people feel good about themselves.

I had always lacked confidence, and I had a low self esteem, always thinking that others were better than me. As a child I was quiet and shy, and rarely had anyone other than my parents encouraging me to do the things I was passionate about.

I had a lovely child hood, full of love and was supported in my career choice of nursing, although sometimes I felt the strong emotions I had growing up were never fully understood or that I was ever really listened too. I was classed as an awkward teenager, so I suppose talking to me was hard then, and I did not really understand myself to let anyone help me.

I was bullied by one of my nursing tutors when training to be a nurse as he insisted I was not suitable to be a nurse and gave me bad results and poor reports. However, I was fortunate to have another tutor who did believe in me and through his encouragement and support and my own determination, I proved him wrong.   It was not a nice time for me, as I thought it was my own fault, and I did not recognise it as bullying, until a few years later after qualifying,  when I happened to run into some of my fellow students from the same course, who told me how he had fabricated untruths about me, trying to involve others with his lies. Apparently he was a manipulative man who had bullied many young student nurses, generally the quiet ones, causing many of them to leave. I realised it was not me but it was him with the problem and I felt proud that I did not let him get the better of me, although he did set me back in my career, displacing me onto a nursing course with a lower qualification. Although I didn’t know it at that time, on reflection, I’m sure that my guardian angels helped me through this difficult period as well.

I have been nursing successfully for over 30 years now, and I am passionate about caring for my patients and always give my best. I used to worry that I was not as good as my colleagues, until I received that diamond. It must radiate from me and enhance my own light inside me, as people who come in contact with me seem to be warmed and touched by me instantly. I feel the respect my colleagues, managers, or anyone I meet have for me, and I instinctively know patients and their relatives who I am caring for, feel safe and comfortable in my care.

I am particularly good at caring for patients who are dying, providing the comfort they need in their final days. I also seem to have the ability to support the relatives when their beloved ones are dying, and to assist to ease the pain of their grieving. Many experienced nurses often find these skills and abilities difficult to master.

I still worry and sometimes doubt these feelings and my abilities, and I do not like being too boastful or over confident. My angels keep reminding me as they help me say the right things to people at the right times, and in return they let me hear the occasional compliment from those around me, giving me a warm and reassuring little boost.

I value and respect my colleagues, appreciating their special gifts which makes us a caring team, but I now know that I am worthy and part of that team.

I believe everything in life happens for a reason and all my past experiences has helped me work towards my purpose in life.  I am a good caring nurse and I have the patience, empathy and understanding to mentor nurses for our future because of my own experience.

Now I am ready to progress and share my spiritual gift for my next purpose in life.

Since receiving the diamond, my spiritual ability started to grow and develop. Initially, my eldest daughter encouraged me to do angel card readings for some of her friends, which proved to be inspiring experiences for both them and me. Every reading is different, but the wonderment of each is divine and magical. I cannot describe or explain it. My confidence grew with every reading as I received good feedback, and this continued even when she went away to university, as she occasionally asked for a reading via skype for both her and her friends. During her gap year she went to America to work, and it wasn’t long before I was doing readings for her American friends as well. The results were amazing. I had never met any of these people nor did I know anything about them, but I recall one particular reading for a young girl in America, whose grandfather appeared with a message.

Apparently he had recently passed away and the poor girl was full of sadness because she had not been at home in England to say her goodbyes. He wanted her to know that he loved her very much and that he would always be with her. The young girl felt a lot of peace and comfort from hearing this.

These readings have proved to me that I am chosen to be a light worker for the angels to deliver their loving messages to those who want to hear them. I believe that those who come to me are meant to hear their messages. I am not here to preach or bestow my beliefs upon anyone. The angels want me to let people know that they are never alone, no matter how hard life may seem at times. There is a lot of bad things happening in the world and life can be stressful, so more and more light workers, like me, are coming out of the shadows to try and bring comfort, joy and peace to the world. Through my angel card readings, I know I help people feel good about themselves, help them find their inner light so that it shines, and let them know that they are loved and cherished for  being who they are.

As I continue to grow and develop this spiritual gift I would like to thank my wonderful husband Peter, beautiful daughters Claire and Laura, and my very good friend Val for all their encouragement and support, for without them I would not have the confidence to believe in myself. I must also be thankful for the diamond within and for being given such a gift from my angels.

I continued through life with my angels and guides by my side.  I never spoke about these experiences or my beliefs to anyone, except my family and the few close friends when the subject crept into conversation.  I accepted it as being part of me, but being a quiet and reserved person, I feared people around me would judge me and call me weird or wacky, so I kept it to myself, in order to fit in.

Through my medium friend I had been introduced to my mum’s mum, who had sadly died when my mum was just 8 years old. She had come through to my mum at one of the spiritual meetings with our medium friend in the beginning of my family’s experiences with spirituality. This reunion between them was very emotional and moving. My mum had never spoken about her mum, as she had felt too much sadness, for when her mum passed away she was taken from her beloved father who lived in Somerset, to be brought up by her mum’s sister in Birkenhead.

Her auntie was a strong forceful character and convinced her dad that he was not in a position to bring up a young girl alone. Mum had two older brothers who were away in the army at the time, it being 1944.  Although mum’s auntie gave her a good home she always rubbed it in that she did not belong there and treated her differently to how she treated her own 4 children, yet still dictated how my mum should live her life. Fortunately mum’s uncle was a gentler character, and was always there to comfort her and help her get through some of the difficult times. I guess my mum blocked these childhood memories from her mind, so when her mum came through at this meeting,  my mum alone knew that this was really her, on the basis of what was being said by the medium. The emotions and energies were intense in that room that night. Since that first meeting my mum’s mum has been so happy to share and be part of our lives. I have come to know her and grown to love her as if I had known her here on earth. She has always been with us, but our bond is stronger and closer now, for knowing that she is there for us.

Since then, my grandmother has comforted me when I feel down or sad. She sounds very much like my mum, which is comforting as I live a long way from my parents. This was reassuring when I was bringing up my two lovely young daughters. She was willing and eager to offer advice when needed and kept me calm.  I could feel her happiness and delight in watching my daughters grow into the beautiful young ladies they are today. She made me realise that every moment spent bringing up my children are precious and I still enjoy being a mum today. I knew she was present, for when my eldest daughter was only a few months old, she would often stare into the same place smiling and chuckling away to herself. She would suddenly stop crying and become calmed before I even reached her. As a toddler she would point and laugh into space and as soon as she was able to talk she would say the kind old lady came and kissed me goodnight. I would feel my grandmother’s presence or catch a glimpse of her but I think this was a special bond that was developing between great grandmother and great granddaughter. This strong bond very much exists today.

When my eldest daughter was 4 months old my dear grandma, my dad’s mum passed away. I was very close to her and could not imagine life without her in it.

My mum had a close relationship with her and although my grandma had a daughter and 3 sons of her own she treated my mum as if she was her own daughter. She too had lost her mum as a child. My grandma was a very gentle kind lady who had worked hard all her life, being in service from a young girl, then dedicating her life as a wife and mother while running a small sweet shop. She coped looking after her 4 small children during the dark hours of the blitz of the 2^nd world war, while my granddad was working at the docks. She never asked for much but was contented and grateful for small pleasures in life and loved her family being around her. Her passing was devastating to us all, but I always sensed her presence in that quiet manner of hers, and my eldest daughter would often refer to seeing another old lady smiling down at her.

About 10 years after my grandma’s passing, a neighbour invited me to go with her to see a medium who was visiting our village hall that evening. The hall was packed but I did recognise another villager, who I knew was an animal healer and very spiritual, but everyone else were strangers. The medium did a couple of readings for individuals, then she came through with a quiet gentle lady, who was without a doubt my dear grandma. I was shocked, and being shy and hating being on show I was hesitant to reveal myself. The force around me was stronger and I had to speak out, although the medium kept asking me to speak a little louder.  She conveyed that my grandma had died of motor neurons disease, which was true, and that she had always feared death, which I also knew to be true. She said that she had passed peacefully and as her illness was diagnosed not long before she died, she had not suffered and still had time to get everything in order, before she left us.  She went on to say how I had been an odd child in the fact that she and my granddad always said I was an old soul. She knew that I believed in angels, though I had never told her this before, and that an angel was with her and presenting me with a beautiful diamond in gratitude for all the kindness I had given to people throughout my life. She said I was unaware of how many people I had helped and given comfort too.  She confirmed that she was often with me and that I would become more aware of her presence. I had forgotten my shyness as the medium talked, for I was in no doubt that this was my dear grandma. I felt so peaceful and calm afterwards, and when it ended many commented what a lovely special reading I had had.  I also discovered that many of those present were spiritual and knew that I was too, and were surprised that I had not been  using any of my spiritual abilities. One person suggested that I could read auras. This was new territory for me, but that evening was another development in my spiritual awakening.

After that evening I felt different, more aware of things around me, and I began to educate myself with as much knowledge I could read or find. I felt guided to books and lessons by inspirational people such as Doreen Virtue, Colin Fry, Gordon Smith and Kyle Gray but there have been many others.

I chat to my grandma often and she is still as important in my life as she was when she was alive. I realised that it is not auras that I read but it is people’s energies that I seem to pick up on.

The precious gift from an angel opened me up to seeing angels all around me and I always feel safe and at peace. It still took many years to work through my own lack of confidence, self-doubt and not believing in myself to fully understand the divine power that the precious diamond possessed and the extent in which my spiritual abilities can be used to help people feel joy, peace and love within themselves. So a new chapter begins in my spiritual awakening, which I intend to cover in future blogs.

My spiritual awakening continued when I trained as a nurse. I think nursing was my purpose in life as it went hand in hand with my spiritual abilities. My spiritual gifts certainly helped me cope with my training and my angels and spirit guides were there for me as I experienced many difficult and distressing life and death situations.  It was during this time that I began to learn what life and death were about. I appreciated how precious life was and realised that we are here on a journey to learn and grow.

I was not afraid of nursing someone dying, I was just full of compassion for them and their relatives who often feel helpless in that situation. Looking back, I was always able to offer the support or comfort that was required to both the patients and the relatives. I was very young and quite naive, yet it amazed me how I found the words or the actions needed, which formed a strong bond with those I was interacting with. This has continued throughout my nursing career, though I have gained more confidence, learning and growing with each experience. I found that I generally love people and have a passion for caring for them. It is the empathy I show to others that has not only made me the nurse I am today, but has guided me through my life in general, and being a wife and mother.

I give thanks to the angels and guides who have been by my side throughout this journey, guiding me and supporting me to give my best or learn from my mistakes. The medium friend who was guiding me, had previously informed me that I had a nurse spirit with me. I could see her myself. She was middle aged and in the uniform of the 50s era and was the typical sister/matron type of that time. She was very strict and always insisted that I never take any short cuts, but to do things properly. She would never let anyone get the better of her and could be firm with fellow staff and patients alike. She also had a soft side and was very kind to her patients when they needed her to be. I guess you can say she was very fair and I felt she had been very well respected by all who had known her. As a young nurse I respected her, but I also felt a little afraid whenever I felt her presence. Her strength always gave me confidence and I valued that she appeared during difficult or challenging situations. I still doubted these abilities and often thought my nurse friend was just my imagination. A few years later as a qualified nurse, I happened to be nursing a gentleman who claimed he was a medium. He was quite poorly and due to his condition was often difficult to nurse and not very cooperative.  As I attended to him one day when he was in such a mood, my spirit nurse came to help.

The gentleman looked behind me and told me that he did not like my nurse friend. I thought he was referring to one of my colleagues, but he described my spirit nurse exactly as I see her. After this we built up a good rapport and he always acknowledged my spirit nurse with a smile and a cheeky salute.

My medium friend also informed me that I had a spirit nun guiding me. She is very young, although she lived many centuries ago. This nun has a very gentle nature and she always appears during delicate or emotional situations. My medium friend informed me that this nun would help me comfort and calm people who are frightened or anxious. She would always be with me when I am caring for those who are in their final days and it is my purpose to assist them to leave their life on earth and pass over peacefully. The nun is often with me in my nursing today.

The first time I was aware of her presence was as a young recently qualified nurse, I was nursing an elderly gentleman during a night shift. The gentleman had been very restless and agitated throughout the night, despite the sedation that had been given. When my colleague was on her break, I went yet again to try and settle him. This time, my nun guide whispered to me to take his hand and gently reassure him and encourage him to sleep. I do not remember what words I used, but I felt a heat burning through my hand as I held his hand. The gentleman looked at me as if he had actually seen me for the first time and then peacefully closed his eyes. My hand continued to burn for some time and I felt an electric energy around the patient’s bed which was present for the rest of the night.

My colleague returned from her break amazed that the gentleman had settled. I never spoke about my experience as I was trying to believe it myself. The gentleman had a few more peaceful days and nights before he eventually passed away. I spoke about this experience to my family and my medium friend, who reassured me that it was my nun guide who had helped me comfort and calm my patient that night.

On reflection, there was also another occasion where she probably helped me when I was a student nurse –  During my training, I was gaining some experience working in an operating theatre, and there was one occasion when I was surprised to get called out from what I was doing , to help a patient who had become extremely agitated while he was in the reception room of another theatre. The patient was a middle aged man who was lying restlessly on a trolley and shouting, for he was petrified of his forthcoming operation, so they were unable to take him into the theatre. Everyone working in the reception area had tried in vain to reassure him, but to no avail. One of my fellow students who happened to be assigned to that theatre that day, for some reason knew that I would be the person who could calm him down, so she had suggested for me to be called.  I held the man’s hand and spoke to him calmly, again I do not remember what I said, but within minutes he was calmed and ready to proceed with his operation.  I accompanied him to the anaesthetic room, still holding his hand. He held on tightly to me, putting all his faith and trust in me. I went to see him when he was in recovery. He felt embarrassed at his extreme anxiety, although he was so grateful for the support I had given him and he could not thank me enough. I often think back to this incident and wonder how was I able to calm him. I was very young and was not aware of my gifts or of my nun guide. I also question how my friend was aware that I could calm this gentleman.   My spirit guides and this gentleman’s guides must have worked together to bring us all together to solve the problem. I guess the Lord works in mysterious ways!

It is my belief that everything happens for a reason, the good and the bad. We are here to learn and grow as we travel on our life journey. Life can be hard and sometimes we think things will never get better. The angels want me to share my experiences with you to make you aware that angels, your family who are now in spirit, and spirit guides are always by your side, guiding and comforting you. You only have to ask for their help. I will continue with more stories of my spiritual awakening in future blogs, until then I hope my writing brings snippets of joy, hope, happiness and comfort to your life.

I have always been aware of angels and spirits being by my side. As a little girl they were my friends and they would look after me, protecting me and comforting me when I was sad.  Even then I was aware not to speak about these experiences, although I assumed everyone was the same and took it for granted, and all in my stride.

Looking back I was rather an odd child and although, I had friends I was a little shy and introverted. I have a tendency to pick up energies from people around me and I guess, as I child I did not really understand the meaning of such forceful energies and how to handle them. It was therefore easier to withdraw myself from the person or the situation. My grandad often would refer to me as having an old soul, as I appeared to understand grown up things, could read people and even predict future events. My parents put this down to just having a very good imagination.

I recall one incident, when I was about 4 or 5 years old, my auntie came to visit me in the middle of the night to inform me she had just died and to say goodbye to my parents and to thank them for their thoughts and kindness during her recent illness. I did not know this auntie well as she had lived abroad, so we did not see her often. She was the wife of my dad’s brother and the two couples had spent a lot of their youth together. My parents had visited my auntie in hospital that evening and both thought she looked and was getting better. My mum did not believe me when I woke her in the night to tell her my auntie had passed away and she ushered me back to bed. A few hours later my grandmother phoned to relay the news that my auntie had died at the precise time her spirit had visited me.

As I grew up, enjoying being a child (I had a lovely childhood with a loving family) I blanked out these abilities. Despite this I would still have moments of knowing I was protected by the angels that surrounded me, as they always answered my prayers and would warn me of any dangers. I recall when about 10 years old, we were on holiday and my dad was going in the sea for a swim. I followed him all the way down to the water’s edge begging him not to go in.  I just knew he was in danger. Minutes after he entered the water a huge wave carried him out to sea. He is a strong swimmer, but on that day the currents were stronger. As I prayed for his safe return angels surrounded me comforting me that they would help him.

Fortunately he was able to hold on to a rock which suddenly appeared before him, until my uncle was able to reach him and help him to safety. As he was struggling to hold on to that rock I could see angels holding lovingly on to him.

 

Such incidents as this came and went, but I never really considered them to be anything other than normal. It was not until I was 17 when my spiritual awakening really began. At this time my dad was also on his own journey to spiritual awakening. He had come across a friend who happened to be a medium. He had known her for many years before being aware that she was a medium. I do not remember how it came to his attention, but this lovely lady played an influential role in my family’s life and I owe a great deal to her in my own spiritual development. As my dad became involved in spiritualism it helped me understand what I had experienced as a child. I was very interested and began to read books that involved anything spiritual. One of my favourites was the life story of the famous medium Doris Stokes. As my understanding for the supernatural grew, I also became a little afraid of its power and not knowing how to use it. Our medium friend told me that I would know when I was ready to accept my gift and I would be guided how to use it. She informed me that the spirits would have ways of doing this. Gosh how right she was as I started hearing voices calling me or telling me things that I could possible not know. They were never frightening, but were full of excitement as they realised they were getting through to me. Many a time I had to ask them to stop, which they did. Sometimes they mischievously hid items from me, only to turn up in an odd place. The incident that finally made me accept my spiritual ability was when I was out for a walk with my dog. I had just climbed a stile from the road into a field. This was one of my popular walks I took regularly. Suddenly I could hear the clipping of horses’ hooves on the road and what sounded like a carriage. Intrigued I went back to the stile to look in to the road, but could not see anything.

There was a driveway to a house adjacent to the road, but I could not see anything there either. I went back into the field, hearing children’s voices and a man shouting and whistling, but could still not see anything. The shouting and whistling grow louder as I witnessed my dog running around in circles as if she was chasing and playing with another dog. I grabbed my dog and ran all the way home.

After this experience I approached the medium friend, who was not surprised to see me.  She guided me through my spiritual development, helping me appreciate and respect it. We held many spiritual meetings which helped me understand the meaning of life and death. I realised that we are all here for a reason but it is for us to find out what that reason is. Life is a journey and we learn and grow through our experiences and mistakes. The angels, our loved ones in spirit and spirit guides are always by our side, protecting us and guiding us, though they can never act without our permission as we all have the right to free will. We are often faced with choices in life in what road to take, although we will always eventually reach what path is intended for us. This is just the start of my spiritual journey which I will continue to share with you in further blogs.

Until now I have not spoken so openly of these experiences or of my spiritual awareness in fear of being ridiculed.  As my abilities continue to grow I have found an inner strength and new found confidence to serve my purpose as a light worker, spreading  joy, peace and hope to as many people as possible. In a world that unfortunately, sees so much sadness, hardship and destruction, the angels are working hard and calling upon fellow light workers to help them spread their divine and unconditional love to mankind. I have a passion for writing so I hope my words will touch hearts bringing snippets of joy, love and hope to all who are willing to read and listen.

Until my next blog, wishing you all peace and happiness.

I am a true animal lover, especially dogs, and as I am writing this on November 11^th, I thought I would dedicate this blog to all the courageous animals who serve and continue to serve for their country, helping to maintain peace and freedom.  Sadly many lost their lives and continue to die today, alongside their human comrades.

When it comes to remembering the two world wars, animals are sometime described as the “forgotten victims”, but since World War two there has been a huge desire to recognise the role animals played in human conflict. To commemorate their bravery the Dickin medal, the equivalent of the military’s Victoria cross was established in 1943 by the PDSA (People’s Dispensary  for Sick Animals), a charity that looks after injured animals. In 2006 a purple poppy was created to remember the sacrifice these animals made and continue to make today. All donations of the poppy go to the charity Animal Aid and it can be worn alongside the red poppy.

Animals cannot volunteer and have no choice in becoming involved in war when they serve alongside human military personnel. Animals living in war zones, also suffer from the same effects of war as humans, such as injury, stress, lack of food and water. Tragically as bombing and rationing hit the UK during both wars, pet owners were urged to have their pets destroyed to save them from suffering.

According to the Animal Memorial Charity eight million horses and countless mules and donkeys died in World War One. Most of them were used to transport supplies, tens of thousands more were also used as cavalry and gun horses, carrying cannons. Horses had to be shipped from North America to replace those lost. By the time the Second World War came around so many horses had been killed, that there were not enough horses for British troops, so they had to use machines instead. While France, Germany and the Soviet Union still employed horses, using millions between them.

Up to 20,000 dogs were trained in the UK for the front line during the First World War and it is thought that more than a million died in this conflict. During both wars these dogs were trained for detection, carrying military messages, as guard dogs and for finding injured soldiers.

Some were used by the Red Cross to help deliver medical supplies.

Citizens even offered up their dogs for service. Rob a working collie was one such dog. He was enlisted by his owners in 1942. He had lived on a farm in Shropshire but found himself making over 20 parachute descents in North Africa. He was awarded the Dickin medal for gallantry. The medal was engraved with the words “Gallantry and We also Serve”.

Some regiments kept dogs as mascots to lift morale and some service personnel took their own pets to war with them. One story is of a Czechoslovakian pilot who came across a German Shepherd puppy, when he was shot down in France before France fell in 1940. The two formed a remarkable and loyal friendship. They escaped to Britain and then Ant the dog became famed as the dog who flew countless death defying sorties with the RAF over Europe. I recommend you read the adventures of this most amazing man-dog duo of The Second World War in the book War Dog by Damien Lewis.

Over 300,000 pigeons also served in the 2 World Wars, carrying vital messages.

A French pigeon named Cher Ami became famous as she saved the lives of hundreds of soldiers during one battle, by battling on delivering her message despite having a leg blown off and being blinded by German fire.

Animals continue to serve their country in today’s modern warfare. In Ireland in 1973, during the Irish Troubles, Corporal Bryan Criddle and his German Shepherd dog Jason were caught in a blast of five bombs when on patrol searching an open area. Despite being blown 30 feet in the air and managing to survive, the faithful dog stood guard over his handler until help arrived. Unfortunately Bryan died 4 days later. Staying with his handler demonstrates the devotion and loyalty between man and his four legged friend.

There are many similar stories of this brave devotion between human and animals during conflicts such as Vietnam, Iran and Afghanistan, as well as the ongoing aggression with the Taliban. 34 year old Lance Corporal Rowe and his Labrador Sasha were both killed in action when they came under fire by the Taliban during a routine patrol in 2008. The faithful dog had stayed by his handler’s side.

Animals will continue to serve their country, helping to save life and limb. They are revered by some as unique, as they exemplify the professionalism and courage of those who serve their country and we should be justly proud of them. Animals used in warfare, however do not give up their lives, their lives are taken from them. They are the forgotten victims of war, so let’s remember them.

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