Here I am in Western Australia on family business, but otherwise it’s still business as usual.
I am hoping to return to my beloved Tasmania before the end of the year so that I can catch up with all my friends and clients. I miss the island terribly and I am looking forward to settling in Hobart.
In the meantime, I am still doing past life and personal readings and my books are still available.
My reason for writing Celebrity Past Lives was to show how reincarnation and karma work by looking at the past lives of famous people. Like the rest of us, celebrities such as Madonna and Tom Cruise have been here many times before.
And also like the rest of us, they have many lessons to learn, such as patience and tolerance, and will have to keep coming back until they get things right.
Most of us are reincarnated with people from our past lives, but not always in the same relationships. For example, our husband, brother or son could previously have been our wife, sister or daughter, and so on.
Either way, we keep coming back to work out problems in our relationships or to pay off karmic debts. We are not forced to come back – we freely chose to do so.
The memories of our past lives are erased when we are reborn, but some things can linger. If you ever take an instant dislike to someone, or feel an instant attraction, then you probably knew that person in a past life.
Reincarnation explains why some people feel a sense of déjà vu when they go somewhere for the first time, or they have an affinity with a certain country or period of history. It also explains how child prodigies such as Mozart can be so remarkably talented at a very young age.
By the way, humans to not reincarnate as animals so don’t fear that you will come back as a cockroach if you do something wicked.
Writing Celebrity Past Lives has been a great learning experience for me. I have been doing past life readings for many years, but never on such a large scale.
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Here’s a gift for you: my eBook, Teabag Reading.
It shows how the humble teabag can act as a guide through life’s journey — and it has lots of offbeat and interesting facts about tea, dowsing and how pendulums have been used down the ages.
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Convict gravedigger Mark Jeffrey was, and still is, a very unpleasant character though his comments about the worms were unintentionally funny. Mark spent most of his days alone among the headstones on the horrific Isle of the Dead off Port Arthur. After claiming he saw the Devil one night, Mark was relieved of his caretaking duties.
So you think my face is grim? So would yours be if you had the life I had. Being the gravedigger on the Isle of Dead was no picnic.
The only thing I ever received for such a rotten job was the odd shot of rum and no-one knew I had an extra bottle hidden amongst the graves.
This I did to keep out the chills as it could be dastardly cold on the isle.
Try digging a grave when the ground is frozen and you will soon see what I mean.
You say I claimed to have seen the Devil. Well, there was no claim about it—I did see him.There was a time I saw his very likeness staring at me through a window, but that wasn’t the only time I saw him.
One evening I had a grave to dig for a burial next morning, and up and out of the ground rose the Devil himself as I was halfway through digging.
My new book, Spirits of Tasmania, is coming along well and will be released before Christmas. Here’s another tale to whet your appetite.
The Lisping Colonel
Sitting on a park bench outside Anglesea Barracks one evening, I met a handsome man in an officer’s uniform dating from the late 1800s. Colonel Edward spoke perfectly in a beautiful accent, which proves that physical handicaps disappear in the spirit world.
My name really is Edward but my friends called me Ted. I was sent out in the very first days of establishing an army quarters in Hobart. Which year it was befuddles me and perchance you may be able to check the records; what I do recall is that the town was in its infancy and very small compared to now.
When I arrived from England the amount of organising and work was daunting. The soldiers who were sent out from England were a smart bunch, but the ones recruited here were an unruly mob with no discipline. My job was to whip them into shape and get some organisation into the regiment.
Here’s another story from my forthcoming book, Spirits of Tasmania, which will soon be going to press. Famous bushranger Martin Cash tells his story.
During a chase through Hobart Town, bushranger Martin Cash mistakenly ran into a dead-end street then shot a policeman near the hotel at the bottom of Brisbane Street. Amazingly, Martin wasn’t hanged and died of old age in his apple orchard in Glenorchy.
I hear you ask about Port Arthur but my memory of that terrible place has dulled, I am pleased to say. You are right, I did escape on a number of occasions and I did swim the dreaded shark-infested waters at Eaglehawk Neck. Only a fool would have believed whole-heartedly the story of the sharks.
Bessie was the love of my life and without her life would have been very empty. I have been with Bessie on the astral planes, but for now she has gone onto a higher learning. I will also reach this point very soon and I strive towards this as I wish to be with my Bessie again.
Here’s another tale from my book Spirits of Tasmania, which is well on the way to completion ready for a Halloween launch. It’s the story of Minnie, a jovial fat lady.
Opposite Narryna in Battery Point, Hobart, is the old Queen Alexandra Hospital, birthplace of Hollywood film star Errol Flynn on June 20, 1909. My spirit Errol, who has a lot in common with his famous namesake, offered to check out the old hospital before the existing apartments were built. Especially memorable is the image of Minnie stuck in the doorway.
The first story concerns a young lady who was rushed here on a dark wintry night back in the 1930s. The child she produced was a boy but unfortunately he died not long after birth and the young mother died shortly after.
Her name was Anna and she frequents these hallowed halls in search of her dead child. She wanders about sobbing, enough to send a chill down even my spine.
After she wanders about a bit, a guide will come and gently remove her and take her away. They say she does this to herself as a form of self punishment because, rumour has it, she was an unmarried mother and suffered the shame she brought upon herself and family.
This was all very heart-wrenching, so I looked for a happier story and found a rotund cheerful soul called Minnie. She was assistant cook and a funnier soul I have yet to find.
Work on my next book, Spirits of Tasmania, is going well and I plan to release it in time for Halloween. Meet one of the many ghosts I have contacted and whose stories are told in the book.
Every small town has a busybody like Mrs Buscombe. Since channelling her story, I have learned that her husband owned the Richmond store and post office, plus many other buildings, in the 1830s. Mrs Buscombe has been seen many times at Prospect House, which is now a hotel, and she still travels far and wide in the town listening to gossip.
I like to be called Mrs Buscombe, as I am not a believer in being called by one’s first name. It shows no respect for one’s elders and is not considered to be good manners.
My fondest memories of Prospect House, and Richmond in general, was the mail, with letters and cards of all description arriving from locally and overseas. There would be an air of excitement when the coach pulled into our store with a lovely bag of mail and goods sent from Hobart Town.
With American politics so much in the news, I decided to take a look at the Democratic contenders, Hillary Clinton and Barack Obama. I had already dealt with the Clintons in Celebrity Past Lives, so here is their story together with Barack Obama’s past life.
They have been married once before, with Bill as president – of a village glee club! It was in Wales just over 100 years ago.
Bill had a great voice and led the choir from town to town performing at concerts. Hillary supported Bill and often travelled with him.
One morning, Bill awoke and found his voice had gone hoarse. It was soon obvious that Bill’s singing voice had gone forever so he couldn’t remain as club president.
Hillary offered to take over, but the other members would not accept a woman as president.
Hillary still has this unfulfilled ambition. She has a salmon spirit for determination while Bill is a typical Leo who loves being the centre of attention.
Barack Obama was born into a very wealthy white family in America’s South in the early 1820s. His parents owned many farms and had once been slave owners.
He never worked a day in his life despite being given the best education. He was highly intelligent but the only motivation he had was to gamble.
Mr Howard was born into a middle-class family in Wales in the 1800s. All the family, except John, had beautiful singing voices and could play any musical instrument. Whenever his father tried to teach John a new piece of music he would get furious and slam down the piano lid.
John left school early and set out to become a leader of men. He formed a union and held meetings to spread his ideas. But his lack of education and political skills were obvious and he was booed off the stage.
In this life, John achieved his ultimate goal when he became Prime Minister of Australia but, if he stays in power too long, the boos and insults will get louder.
John has a jackal spirit for cleverness.
Mr Rudd was born in Wales around the mid-1800s, the only child of wealthy parents who doted on him. He was a brilliant student and his parents hoped he would become a lawyer or a doctor – but Kevin had other ideas.
He was a loner who whiled away his time designing odd-looking contraptions and building small models. But nearly everything he invented was ridiculed by others, or laughed at by his parents.
Kevin became quite eccentric and very quick-tempered, so people thought he we was mad and tended to leave him alone.
One of Kevin’s inventions was a double-headed toothbrush that brushed top and bottom teeth at the same time. But, of course, it was no good for the back teeth.
Kevin spent most of that life inventing things that no one wanted, but he didn’t care.
In this life, Kevin is shrewd, methodical and clever, but under pressure he can become very critical. The spirit of the black crow is with him for counsel, wisdom and resourcefulness.
