The Internal Zodiac

The Internal Zodiac

A delicate array of petals slwoly unfurling to full view. Secrets from its core being exposed to the world. This is a story long in the making and beautiful in its meaning.

The internal zodiac shows the flows of energies through the body during the course of the year. The rotating whirls of petals can be set for any particular birth date and gives insights for the year ahead.

It links us to our pasts and our future , our present and whatever is holding us back. It links us with the universal energies of life, the meridians of the body and alternative therapies the world over.

This colourful lotus flower of love forms the basis of who we are and what we want to do in life. It also shows that this time now is a very important time for me to begin to share information with others. It has taken 10 years to put together this internal zodiac but now I can share it with others as I am sure of its truth as everything links so beautifully ot its core.

for more information please visit the website www.angelsrus.co.uk and see the link to the youtube video on the internal zodiac.

the Healing of the Angels

My own angel Wuaza.

The angels arrived in my life. They brought with them a stillness and a certainty. They came bearing gifts of colour and patterns in their ethereal light. I did not understand yet I painted their essence and I mused on their presence.

The angels brought empowerment and a future full of immense light and love, not just for me but for anyone who wishes to see and believe.

Among their colours were the missing pieces of a jigsaw slowly taking place in my mind. The puzzle began 2 decades ago when I (foolishly) tried to understand the bigger picture of therapies I practised and how they worked with my scientific background. I soon gave up and the pieces of paper were thrown away and I thought forgotten. Life is not as simple as that and years later my spirit guides pushed me along corridors and paths which led to the light of the answers and the links I sought.

The angels came much later, like the icing on the cake. They were white, effervescent, uplifting and full of surprises. With the help of the angels the ideas began to take on a new life and a new way of healing slowly began to take shape.

The spiritual light and the colours of emotions forms a common basis to Traditional Chinese Medicine, Ayurveda, Homeopathy, Kinesiology, Reflexology, Shiatsu, Rebirthing, Reiki and Spiritual Healing.

My belief was that every therapy was true to its foundations and every therapy helped others. To link them together took me on many journeys, both spiritual to the stars and deep inside my core searching for the answers which at one level I already knew. Every therapy helped form a part of the overall picture, every therapy worked well in its own right but together they make the whole. Together they give a new understanding and just as with the missing jigsaw pieces and the angels, when the therapies are finally put together a few missing links are brightly illuminated. With these in place a whole new way of looking at health arises.

The truth is always beautifully simple. This is as true in science as in anything else. A complicated explanation is often wrong or at least only a part of the picture. So too with our energies, our thoughts and the stories of our complicated extraordinary lives over the millennia.

All these therapies and more, work on the same energies, or thoughts as they flow through the body. The nebulous concept of ‘energy’ equates with thoughts and emotions. Positive ones have nothing to hold them back and flow easily through the body. Other emotions are held onto and in the process form blockages in the physical body. This is the basis of dis-ease at all levels.

The angels have led me to this point. Can I explain my ideas? Does anyone want to know? Was my idea from decades ago really as stupid as I sometimes feel? I tell others to believe in miracles, can I also believe in such a miracle which will allow others to see the beauty of the angels and to feel inspired in their presence?

for other images of the angels see www.angelsrus.co.uk

The Roller Coaster Ride of Life

My life seems to be part of a roller coaster ride which has been gathering pace over the last few years. I don’t know what speed it will reach or where the final destination will be.

20 years ago I lived a normal life as a teacher newly married and doing up a house. Fairly normal and as I remember and fairly slow with time to think and enjoy just being and living. 15 years ago I had a young child and worked part time. Still fairly normal and even with the demands of a child there was still time for life. 10 years ago, as I was training in therapies, my world changed forever as the voices of the spirits entered my consciousness. My rollercoaster ride had begun. The spirit guides around me took me to plumb the depths of the soul from times gone by reliving many past lives, remembering the people that I injured and the trauma to myself, including the pains both emotional and physical from all manner of deaths. The spirits also took me to the heights of the heavens where the views expand over the whole world and the angels reside.

Now I would hardly recognise the woman from 20 years ago, undoubtedly a problem for my husband who sometimes looks at me and wonders! Once the spiritual rollercoaster begins there is no exiting the carriage and the journey can be both exhilarating and inspirational as answers arrive to so many of life’s mysteries.

In 2010 the speed of life for so many people seems to be speeding up as the roller coasters for so many get rolling forward. Where will they all end? I have no idea but I would not want to leave my ride now as I feel excitement mounting as if the carriage is going to jump into hyperspace and come to a soft landing somewhere in the universe.

See my website for the images of the angels as I see them at www.angelsrus.co.uk

An Angel for Change

A morning like so many others, a dull day but warm in the early autumn but changes are in the air. A single thought can bring massive swings of the mind, amazing shifts in energies and unexpected certainty over the path lying ahead.

Eight years ago I was suddenly inspired to write a book. Ideas flooded in and a book began to take shape. More flashes of inspiration landed and ideas for other books were born. A series of spiritual books floated in front of my eyes which I saw as changing my world and setting my life on a new course.

How many rejection letters and instantly returned manuscripts can anyone take? Many of the manuscripts were not even opened just immediately placed in my return envelope and sent back. Disappointments, anger, rage at the futility of trying, sadness and guilt at the amount of time involved in writing rather than being with family, so many emotions over so many years over books and stories which I still feel have interest for others.

A year ago I asked for the right spiritual publisher for my book rather than one of the big boys which I had been trying. A few days later an old friend contacted me to tell me about his new book being published in America. I took this as a sign and an answer to my question. I sent a manuscript off and waited. 6 months later another rejection letter but this time it elicited a different response in me. There was no surprise, no anger but surprisingly relief. I had finally let go of the idea of getting a publisher for my books, but not for getting the books out.

The first book will be on my website very soon. With the miracle of the digital revolution anyone around the world can find my book and buy it directly. I have to believe in a new way of being, a new way of finding information and a new way of buying what we need. As my first book goes onto the website I will place my trust firmly in the guides and the angels who have inspired it – ‘The Colour of Angels’ on www.angelsrus.co.uk

Tamini is the angel for the courage to change old rooted ideas and to grow spiritually and as I knew for certain that I would sell this book myself her wonderful turquoise and violet energies filled my mind and my soul.

Spiritual Dog Walk

A Spiritual Dog Walk

What a glorious morning, the bright spring sunshine lighting up the landscape and bringing it back to life. The early morning frost sparkles in its wake leaving crystallised white silhouettes of trees standing tall. The mists so typical of these wetlands swirl above the river and rise as free spirits to disappear into the brightness.
I love Somerset in the early spring and the wide panoramas across the levels inspire me with promises for the coming year.

Yesterday a friend and I took a puppy for a walk. It was sunny when we set out but fog descended as we drove out to a local solitary hill dominating the landscape. We walked up the steep slopes in fog and stood on the top hardly able to see the path we had climbed up and laughing at our folly. Why were we the only souls on the hill?
A drink of hot coffee from the flask and we were ready to walk around the perimeter of this ancient hill. As we started the sun began to burn through the fog and the view opened up. We could see for miles down to the levels and out to the headlands jutting out into the Bristol Channel. We could pick up the sunlight glancing off the yellow beaches down below and the world looked beautiful. The energies of this hill are fantastic and uplifting and we felt truly refreshed and invigorated before returning to the car.

How did the puppy cope? -with excitement and interest, investigating every new smell, just like a young child with a whole new world to explore. He rolled over and over on the soft tussocks of grass on the top and covered about 4 times the ground we did. Back at the car he flopped down. We might have managed to tire him out. What to you think?

The creation of the Archangel Christine

One day an angel came and I painted her. She appeared on the page in front of me in water colours. I had no idea who she was or what she represented. I just reached for the colours which felt right and let them flow outwards onto already dampened paper. As her shape formed her wings seemed to take on a life of their own. They were raised high and held out as if a beacon to others.

The angel was full of lovely gentle hues of yellows and peach colours and the energies of love and stillness, but she had no message for me or meaning in her colours. It was to be months before I knew who she was. She patiently waited for me to find out. Months later the day came when I read a chapter of a book about angels. It mentioned the Archangel Christine and I instantly knew this was my mystery angel. It is strange how sometimes one just knows things and there can be no other possibilities. As I read about Christine my eyes picked out the words – ‘the female energies of Christ’ and a shiver went through my body. I looked at my image of Christine and shivered again as I saw in her background a cross of light as if it was the light of the cross where Jesus was crucified.

Christine is one of my favourite angels and I have a large picture of her in a frame in my healing room. As the female energy of Christ she brings with her a sense of joy in living and pleasure in whatever life brings and an incredible sense of joy in the moment. Believing in her brings an inner stillness and a sense of reconnecting and sharing with others.

Rescue of lost souls in Haiti

Spiritual Rescue in Haiti

Yesterday evening was our first meditation group since the earthquake in Haiti. This was the first chance for the group to link together in thought and send love across the world. We were joined in thought by a number of friends who were unable to be with us.

Meditations give us glimpses into other worlds and through this medium we can meet souls in the spirit world and can receive messages. In this meditation I felt a need to do something for Haiti and guided people in their thoughts along a moveable golden bridge. This bridge was surrounded by white light and led down to Port au Prince. The light could penetrate the darkness of the rubble and reach the souls who had died. The golden bridge is a spiritual link across the divide from one world to the next and can give souls who are full of fear a chance to slowly leave the place of their death. The ‘light ‘is full of the love of the heavens and of the angels. The bridge was populated with friends and relatives of those who were trapped. They were waiting to greet their loved ones.

There seemed to be so many people who were unable to leave their destroyed homes or workplaces. Between us we saw an old man carrying all his worldly possessions wrapped in a cloth, a group of school children huddled together in their classroom desperately searching for their teacher to lead them out of the school, 2 girls wrapped in each others arms as they had been in the terror of the quake as their house collapsed, and an old lady shell shocked and so confused she did not know which way to go. All of these souls were helped by the spirits and the angels and were able to walk onto the bridge.

There was a woman beside herself with distress who would not leave until she had found her 2 children. As I watched, her young daughter arrived and tugged at her mother’s skirt. Even with the young girl in her arms the mother could not be calmed. Some of the spirit guides then started to dig at the rubble to find her son who had been hiding under a table. He was gently lifted out and the family could slowly begin to walk out of the rubble of their home. On reaching the place where the door should have been there was a flash of brilliant light and the angels led them up onto the gold of the bridge. One woman in our meditation group suddenly found herself holding a baby and gently passing it up to the angels.

It was an inspiring meditation and left us feeling very humble in the face of such a problem. I left the candles burning and I know through glimpses in my dreams that others continued to be helped through the night.
Thank you to anyone who had joined us in thoughts.
Love and Blessings

A Winter's Morning

A Winter’s Morning

As I looked out of the bedroom window this morning a fox caught my eye. His dark shape was silhouetted against the icy ground as he ran across the field.

The whole of the landscape was white with frost creeping over the windows and along the furrows in the field. In the bright winter sun the scene could have come out of a Christmas card with a distant church spire glinting in the cold sunlight.

What a beautiful start to the day. I havn’t always looked out to see joy. In the past the identical view could have struck me as one of lonliness, isolation and depression. Same view, same person but a totally different outlook on life and I know which side of the coin I prefer.

My life is now full of joy and the light of the angels. They have helped me turn my life around and with the angels in my life every day is filled with light and serenity. These senses can be woken in anyone who lets the angels into their life. They can accompany us on every path, lighten any gloom and widen our horizons.

A Young Essene Girl

I have a rare gift and that is to be a psychic, but not one who passes on messages from the dead, although I do so on occasions. My gift is to read people’s auras and to read their memories. I can only ever do this if people let me, and I always ask at a spiritual level.

As I invigilated an exam today a girl let me into her secrets and in turn I sent her healing as she painfully wrote her answers.

This young girl today had in a past life been one of the Essenes. These were very spiritual people who lived in an isolated community in Syria. This girl had lived and died before Jesus was born. The Essenes believed in the coming of a special world teacher. They paved the way for his coming and prepared the ground for his steps. Their spirituality united them not only in their life in the Middle East but in lives to come. The promises made to each other and to the spirits have bound them forever with a common desire and an explosion of love. This group also believed in the energies of Jesus returning around 2000 years later. This time his love would return not within one individual but within many people across the world who would help in difficult times.

In her current life this girl is finding it difficult. The memories and expectations within her seem a contradiction to her experiences of life in England in the 21st Century. Her vision is immense but her strength and stamina feel unable to cope.
This conflict causes problems which have manifested in her body as juvenile rheumatoid arthritis. She feels that she cannot do the task she has chosen for this life and is attacking her own joints with fear and stubbornness as she tries to resist the flows of life.
Her life though will be one of light and satisfaction and her worrying is for nothing. The world is changing and will once more become a place in which she wants to live.

An Indigo Teenager

The Indigo Teenager

I have just met my first indigo child. I was invigilating an exam for a 16 year old with special educational needs. We were in a private room with only the two of us and his assistant who could read and write for him if need be.

I had been told that he was prone to outbursts and expected to find a troubled teenager with temper tantrums. Instead I found a very pleasant, sensitive and polite young man. Instead of finding deep gloom and despair I saw lightness and joy. He obviously struggled with the school system but I know his achievements, leadership and support for his friends will make him stand out.

The indigo child is not always a new soul on the Earth, but like this boy can be an ancient soul who has lived a spiritual life and learnt who they are. In his case he had lived as a priest in the ‘rose-red’ city of Petra around the 4th century where he inspired others as he will again.

Wonders can happen anywhere and instead of seeing a troubled school failure I saw a young man with a focus to his life and a way of achieving it. Like all indigo children he has a clear vision of the rights and wrongs of life. Instead of seeing him as a school failure it could be said that the school system had failed him.

Approaching 2012

Approaching 2012

2010 is a year of flux, a time of change- the end of the old ways and the start of the new. Energies are changimng across the globe and so many people are remembering snippets of lives long gone.


These are like the gossamer cobwebs which shroud our vision. Like all cobwebs these occasionally become visible such as after dew or a morning frost, only to disappear as the day warms up. These cobwebs from the past can be illuminated after we visit a place we once lived in and our inner bells ring out and reawaken the memories deep in our inner consciousness.On visiting a new place a fragment of the web might come adrift and spring into view – ‘there used to be an orchard there’ or I know the view is magnificent just beyond this stone wall’. With these glimpses into another world come incredible feelings as we step onto foreign soil of a homecoming after so very long a time away.
These glimpses could also induce fear as the consciousness is woken to examine old issues.

In this century no one can easily live as a hermit in a cave on a mountain, either metaphorically or physically, the energies of the whole of the world exist within us all, and are collectively moving forward. Through shared pasts and experiences we are so very much a part of the whole of mankind. If someone remembers a life lived on the flood plains of Bangladesh where now the rising sea levels threaten whole communities, then along with the memory comes a sense of compassion, love and responsibility to those still living there today.

Through so many subtle memories and connections across the globe the whole world is waking up to a new future. The angels are around as they always have been, but now, like the cobwebs we are more aware of their presence and their love. Collectively their existence radiates down on us and helps light up our lives and together, with the beat of their wings, they help us reconnect with loved ones across the globe and from many past lives and shared times.

There are thousands of angels flying around the world and I humbly try to create some of their likenesses as I ‘sense’ them in vibrant swirling colours. More and more people will become aware of them over the next few years as the energies or thoughts of the world alter.

Other stories of the angels are on www.angelsrus.co.uk

Angels in the snow

As I looked out of my window this morning a winter wonderland spread before me. It was beautiful and crisp and felt like a new clean world as if the old was being swept away under tonnes of snow.

A group of 3 deer caught my eye silhouetted against the white. I love these wild deer and their presence reminds me of how close to the edge our lives still are. We may live in centrally heated homes but just metres away nature still survives and thrives even so close to humans.

Hours later sitting on a small hill I surveyed all that I could see and felt so very good. As well as my family and friends others were on the hill, all of us throwing ourselves down the slope on a variety of home made sledges. There were cries of joy and excitement and laughter. We were of course surrounded by a variety of snow angels, hand crafted out of the snow.

These angels are not the type I usually see but just as important. They are made with a sense of fun, frivolity and joy. They help us to remember the fun of a day out of the ordinairy, a day away from the monotony of life and give great pleasure in the remembering. Making the most of every sitaution is a great gift and one which I am gradually learning.

Hours later again in the warmth of a home we feel tired and achy, but refreshingly invigorated and ready for whatever the year brings.