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.