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Being psychic was not always fun as it can be quite scary too! It has been a long and hard journey to take - mainly because when I was younger I did not understand why I was different to everyone else. Why I saw the things I did and had the experiences that I had. I find that when I am angry or upset that electronical appliances would go haywire - lights will flicker on and off, computers crash or the telly will stop working. I would see horrible things such as my toys being moved about in my bedroom and people (whom only I could see) talking to me. When I tried talking about what was happening I would get picked on by other children, or told it was all in my imagination or that I was weird! When I was seven years of age I first met my Guardian Angel Elizabeth. I sat outside on the porch with our pet dog who was very ill, he had tick bite fever. It was a crisp night and the moon shone brightly. I can remember it as though it was yesterday, I began to pray for our beloved pet and asked the Lord to watch over him and make him well. You see I have always (for as long as I can remember) had a deep love for God, Jesus and the angels. I had a hard and painful life and childhood. It was God, Jesus and the angels that helped me through the most difficult times in my life. They kept me strong, guided me and helped in so many ways. They are my best friends and a very big part of my life. I also asked for a sign that he would be okay.

Just then I heard a soft woman’s voice call out my name. I glanced up and to my surprise I saw a beautiful lady with a long dress to her ankles (it was almost like a robe of some sort) on. She had long hair down her back. She appeared as misty, dim but glowing, monochrome figure but I could clearly make out every feature of her. It is really hard to explain what I mean. I knew at once that she was an angel. She did not have wings like in the story books but I knew that she meant me no harm. Behind her was an open door all in the exact same light as she was and again I could make out each feature of the door. She called out my name several more times and I can clearly remember being amazed that she knew what my name was. She then held her hand out towards the large door and asked me to follow her. Reality suddenly hit me and I realized that there was an angel standing before me. I do not know why I did what I did next but I leaped to my feet and ran as fast as I could towards the house. Suddenly I stopped, looked back to where she was standing but she had gone she had just vanished into thin air.

I ran into the house and told my mother about what I had just witnessed and that I believed that our dog was dying and the angel was preparing me for what was about to happen. I said that our dog would be happy and would be looked after by God and all the angels. My mother sent me to my room and told me to stop talking such rubbish. The next morning I was a woken by my mother. She held me close and told me that our pet dog had passed away in the night; she said that he was not suffering any more. I looked up at her and sobbed my heart out, but although I was very upset and sad about our dog passing away, I felt happy as I knew he had gone to a better place as was being taken care off. It was then that I realized that I was able to feel and know when an animal was ill or going to die. You see I can always tell if an animal is ill or is going to die before they do. I can also tell if someone is pregnant or going to fall pregnant. I have always had a deep love for animals and all of nature. I find that I can communicate with animals telepathically. I found that I wanted to heal and cure everyone, animals and people a like. I did do it too, if my pets or friends were ill or had hurt themselves they would come to me and I would heal them. I would tell my mother if one of our pets was ill or going to die, days before they even showed any symptoms. I was always right.

This annoyed my mother and she soon stopped what I was doing. Saying I was taking things too far and being silly. So I stopped doing the healing and only just recently (in the last year or so) started doing healing again. When I was eight years old I was being haunted by a horrible spirit with large horns and a twisted up face it left me with nightmares for years. I fought it off in the end with prayer as I was brought up in a Christian home and to this day I am a strong Christian. My friends and I once visited this old house where people had moved out of it. It was empty and being children we wanted to explore and be nosy. As soon as I stepped a foot into that house I had horrible visions come to me. My friend was also psychic and she sensed the same thing she asked if I had the horrid feeling in the house too. We climbed up a tall pear tree and dug into its delicious fruits. All of a sudden I looked down at the pear in my hand and screamed. Large white maggots riddled the once fresh and clean fruit and I puked up. My friend looked at me in disbelief and asked if I was okay. I asked if she could see the maggots and she said no. I then heard crying and yelling coming from the house.

I glance up at the house and to my horror saw that in the large French doors was a woman with long black hair screaming and pounding at the glass. Next thing a thin tall man walled up to her and began to stab her in the back. Blood poured out all over and there suddenly came a loud bang sound and the man fell to the floor. I leapt to my feet and ran as fast as I could back to my own home. I told my mother and my father everything that had happened and they became very angry with me telling me that this nonsense has to stop and that I was not only scaring myself but also my brother and sister. My father dragged me back to the house and made me go through each room. He showed me that there was nothing there. It was only years later when I was in my teens that my mother confessed to me that there was a married couple who lived in that house and something had happened there. The husband stabbed his wife to death before shooting himself in the head. This had happened months before my friend and I had visited the empty house. She said that it was years before anyone else lived in that house again. By the age of eleven I had seen many different spirits and was having the most awful dreams. We had moved into a new house and I hated it there as the house was riddled with lost and unhappy souls. I was up all night crying which made me want to sleep the day away.

My mother became so worried about me that she sent me to see a councillor. I had a terrible childhood and my mother feared that it was because of my childhood that I was turning out as I was. I did not know what was happening to me and felt that I was cursed and going mad in the head. It was a terrifying feeling and depression began to sink in as I felt so out of control. Despite all of the various councillors' efforts the dreams, visions and spirits still haunted me. Only I did not know that they were spirits at the time. I would dream of plane crashes, the dreams were so vivid that I could clearly see every detail of the plane, crash, it's passengers and I would feel the fear they experienced and there injuries. Many times it was hard to tell if it was a dream or real. Most of the times my dreams seemed so real that I would be confused as to whether they had really happened or if it was only a dream. I would dream of natural disasters, murderers, floods and famine, bibles burning , Satan and God at war with each other, sinking ships and other horrid things. I also had spirits come to me in my dreams and talk to me passing on messages for me to tell people. When I was fifteen years old I was a total mess, I would sleep at night in the same bed as my mother with the bedroom light turned on and holding her hand. I would wake for hours on end screaming as though I was being murdered and my mother would have to hold me tight to calm me down.

When I was thirteen my father had passed away and I always hoped he would visit me. I prayed each night to see my father and I wrote notes to him which I left next to my bed. Back to when I was fifteen, I was a sleeping next to my mother with the light on and holding her hand when I was a woken by the feeling of being watched. I glanced up towards the window and my heart stopped as in front of me was a slim man whose face looked very familiar. He smiled at me and placed his hand on the window pane, as though he wanted to come in. I woke up my mother and asked her if she too could see the man standing in the window. She said no and told me to go back to sleep as I was probably dreaming. About ten minutes later I had the same feeling of being watched, I opened my eyes and that same man was kneeling down beside me. He had his arms crossed leaning on the bed and his head rested on his arms, he was watching me sleep. When I look at him he smiled down kindly at me and just watched me. I sat up with a jerk and screamed out loud waking my mother for the second time that night. I told her what had happened and she said she was taking me to another councillor; this would be the third councillor in two years.

About a month later my mother and I were looking through some old photographs which were stored away and I came across a photo of a young man in his early twenties. I recognized him straight away as being the man who had visited me that night. I asked my mother who the man in the picture was and she said it was my father when he was in his twenties. She was in disbelief when I told that he was my mysterious night time visitor and said that I must have seen the picture before and just remembered it. I knew that I had never seen that picture before. That it was my father visiting me to say he was okay and keeping well. One night when I was eighteen years of age, I lay fast a sleep in my bed when I began to have this dream. In my dream I was asleep in bed when I was a woken (in my dream) by a dark figure in a hooded cape standing over me. The dark figure was not human but a demon or spirit of some sort. His hands were all scaly and bony and looked discoloured and bird claw like, I could not see is face but I could see his eyes and they were a deep glowing red colour. I tried to scream but nothing would come out it was as though someone had stolen my voice. My body felt paralyzed and glued to my bed. I somehow managed to turn my head round and I glanced at my bed side clock but it was not working as there was a power cut so I was unable to see the time. I then said it is one o’clock in the morning and I felt confused as to how I knew what the time was if there was no power and the clock was not working.

The dark figure leant over me over me and its breath stunk as though something had died in his mouth and was rotting there for months. I felt sick in the pit of my stomach and still I was unable to speak or move. The figure then grabbed hold of my stomach and dug it's long claw like nails into me, I was pregnant at the time with my daughter and I feared it would kill my unborn child. I tried with all my might to force the creature off of me but I failed. I had always slept with a bible next to my bed, I reached for the bible and managed to grip my hands around it but it suddenly went up into flames and I dropped it to the floor, just then I woke up feeling frightened and out of breath. The scary thing was that when I a woke there really was a power cut and my bible was laying on the floor next to my bed, thankfully not burned and the time on my wrist watch said 1.05 am. I had a bad stomach ache and the next morning I found that I had bruises and scrapes all over my stomach. I have seen that dark figure many times in my dreams and when I have been awake. He haunted me for 2 and half years. One night my ex husband and I were making love when I suddenly felt that we were not alone in the room. I looked up and to my horror saw the creature standing at our bed side watching us. I grabbed my husband’s arm and pointed to where the thing stood. He nearly jumped out of his skin and swore blue murder as he too saw it.

One day a friend of mine told me that he had been seeing a dark bird like man who looked like the reaper. He said that a number of his friends had seen it too. What was this thing haunting everyone? The time of the haunting was just before Zimbabwe (where I lived) was going downhill and into war. I then met a lady who a friend of mine introduced me too. She was psychic and told me a prayer to help ward off evil spirits, the pray goes like this: I plead the blood covenant of Jesus over myself, my family and all those close to my heart; I ask in the name of Jesus Christ that you allow your angels to watch over us, this room, this house and everyone. I thank Thee for by your grace we are here today. Amen. I said this pray each time I saw the creature and then I left Zimbabwe and moved to England, as things got really bad to live there. It was then that the horrid creature stopped visiting me and thankfully I have not seen it since. Only years later I watched the film The Mothman Prophecies and realized straight away the dark figure which had haunted me and so many others in Zimbabwe was actually the mothman. The woman who shared the prayer with me also told me that I was psychic and explained everything to me. For the first time in my life I felt that I was not going crazy and that I knew what I had (and still am experiencing) was due to the fact that I was psychic.

One night I was asleep in my bed when I suddenly awoke, feeling as if I was being watched. I could feel a heavy pressure at the end of my bed by my feet. I looked up and there was a boy aged about eighteen, same as myself at the time. He was very handsome and was wearing a red swim suit and had thick curly blond locks. I did not feel frightened of him and we spoke for what felt like hours. He said that he had drowned in our pool many years ago. I felt as though I had known him all my life. When I was 23 years of age we had moved into a new house and one night I lay in bed when I kept hearing a male voice call out my name. I would wake and look around the room and there would be no one there. Then I would look at my bedside clock and the time would be 1.03am. This happened in the exact same time and way for over a month and it got to the point where I was too scared to go to sleep at night, and each time I would also wake up with a terrible pain in my chest as though I were having a heart attack.

Then, on another night I lay in bed watching telly, when my daughter walked into the room with her head down and staring at the ground. She was 3 or 4 years of age at the time. I looked up at her and asked her why she was out of bed and if there was anything wrong. She then looked up at me and I screamed so loud that my brother rushed into the room and asked me what the matter was. I screamed out, "Look at Mo's face, look at it." My brother laughed out loud and said, "Tash what do you mean, Mo is in her bed, fast asleep." It was then that I realized that the little girl whom I could see but my brother could not was not Mo, but a spirit girl. She was covered in a mould like substance and you could see that she had drowned, as she was dripping from head to feet in water. Her hair was pinned to the side of her face and her body. Her eyes were pale and lifeless, her lips were blue and she looked frail. It was a terrifying experience for me. When I was 20 years of age I decided to give doing readings for people a try. At first I did readings only for friends and family and they were amazed at how accurate I was and 9 out of 10 times they would come to me at a later date and say that what I had said has come true. They urged me to do more readings and to try doing them on other people too.

I did not then feel confident enough and so it was not until I was about 24 or 25 years old before I did start doing free readings for people who I had just met. Again, 9 out of 10 times I was right about my predictions. In this one house which we lived there was a mischievous spirit who would slam the cupboard doors, send items flying across the room, make the bed move and shake furiously and turn the lights on and off constantly. It would also poke me in the back and pull my hair. No one could see it or feel it but myself. One night my step sister and I sat chatting on my bed and the time was three in the morning. This particular mischievous spirit decided it was going to have a little bit of fun and it began causing havoc. My stepsister was terrified and cried inconsolably as the spirit pulled her hair and swung the cupboards to and fro. I had enough and what I did next I will never know where I got the strength from. I grabbed hold of my bible and opened it. I did not know why but I just opened the bible and was instantly drawn to a verse. I did not know if the verse was the right one to read or not but I read it and then said the Lord’s prayer. I told the spirit to leave the house and to follow the light. By now the bed was shaking furiously and the legs even came off the floor.

The lights were flickering and tuning on and off and the cupboard doors flung back and fourth. Donna, my stepsister was sobbing her heart out and clung to me tightly she was twelve years old at the time and I was 20 years old. After asking the spirit to leave this house and to follow the light everything went still and silent. The lights stopped flicking on and off the bed and cupboard doors were still. From that day on I have never seen that spirit again. I feel he did leave the house and followed the light to finally rest in peace. One night my mother and I sat up late and we had a few drinks and a good old mother and daughter chat. She told me a secret which she had been hiding for years. The secret was that her mother, her sister and herself are all psychic. She said she knew what was happening to me but never said anything to me about me being psychic, as she was scared and did not want to believe that I was. I asked her why she was so afraid of being psychic and it all came out that her mother had seen her husband’s (my grandfather’s) death the day before it had happened.

My mother also said she saw her own mother’s death on the day that it had happened. This scared her so much that she had blanked out being psychic and refused to accept the fact that I was. Everything was suddenly all clear to me now and I am not angry at my mother for not telling me as I understand why she did as she did. My biggest dream and passion in life is to help others and to some day be a professional medium, as I believe that I was given my special gift to help others. Please do not let my psychic story scare you. It sounds scary, yes, but it was because I did not know or understand what I was going through. Now that I do understand, I realize that the spirits and dreams I have are not there to hurt me, but only a cry from the other side for someone to listen and give messages to their loved ones. It is a precious gift, which if used in the right way can help people who are alive, as well as those in the spirit world. Not all of my experiences have been bad or scary. I have had many good and positive experiences. When I was 18 years of age my black Labrador dog Nickeeta had some beautiful puppies. They were so tiny and so very cute. I patted her on the back and told her what a good girl she had been and how she would make a wonderful mother to the puppies. About 3 months or so after Nickeeta's pups were born I sat playing with them and giving them lots of love and care when I suddenly felt a tightening feeling in my stomach. I had a strong gut feeling that something was wrong with the puppies.

I asked my mother if we could take them to the vet for a check up. She told me to stop being so damn silly as the pups looked perfectly well and happy. Still I could not shake the feeling that something was not right. Two days later we woke to find all 6 puppies were extremely ill and looked as though they would not make it through the day. We took the pups straight to the vet and we were told that they had tick bite fever. The vet told my mother that the pups would have to be put down as there was nothing he could do to save them. My heart felt as though it was made of brittle glass and that it was thrown to the ground causing it to shatter into a thousand pieces. I began to sob my heart out for our puppies. I though of the pain Nickeeta would feel loosing her babies. I thought of their little lives being cut so very short. It all felt wrong and I suddenly had this deep hunger in me to save them. “It is not their time to go”, were the words that kept ringing in my ears over and over again. I suddenly found myself begging my mother to please take the puppies home and give them a little more time. I pleaded with her to not put them to sleep but to give it another day or two. The vet told me that he would be surprised if they made it till the next morning. But still I pleaded and cried so much that my mother eventually said okay and we took the puppy’s home again.

I can remember thanking God all the way home for letting the puppies come home with us. When we got home I sat for hours and hours with the 6 puppies. I cradled them in my arms, cried with them and prayed with all of my heart that the Lord and all his heavenly angels would heal the pups and give them a miracle. I closed my eyes and tried to let all my emotions and feelings seep out of me. I watched over the puppies and cared for them. That night I gave each puppy a loving hug and kiss then went to bed. I remember waking up hourly to check on them and make sure they were okay. The next morning we were totally amazed to wake up to happy barks. To our amazement the pups were running around happily playing chase and Nickeeta had a proud and grateful look on her face. We took them straight back to the vet to be checked over again. The vet was amazed and looked at us in disbelief. “The puppies are 100% fine, I really do not understand it. I was convinced that they would not make the night.” I could understand it. I understood it perfectly well that the Lord had blessed those little pups with a miracle. He gave them a second chance of life. All six pups grew up to be healthy and happy dogs. They got a second chance of life and they lived it well. Nickeeta had her babies back and also went on to have many more happy little puppies.

When I was 12 years old I was staying in a boarding school as things at home were not too good. Being in a boarding school was a far better environment for me to be in. Some friends of mine and I were jumping on the beds playing and being silly. Our dormitory (where we slept) was on the top floor of a 3 story building. I grew up in Africa so it was extremely hot which meant we had to keep the windows open for air. Anyways, I was jumping on the bed with my friends. We then all raced over to the bedroom windows to look at something that had caught our attention out side. After several minutes my friends continued to jump on the beds but I was still looking out of the window. I do not know why I was being so silly but I decided to stand up on the window ceil ledge and lean right out to get a better look at what ever it was that I was looking at – I can not even remember what it was now. Suddenly I lost my footing and slipped. Everything that happened next was in slow motion. I suddenly fell forward as though I was going to fall out of the window and down 3 stories to the hard ground below, but just as I was about to fall I felt someone pull me backwards with such force that I fell flat on my back on the bed.

When I sat up I saw all of my friends looking at me with shocked and disbelieving eyes. They were all convinced that I would fall out of the window. I asked my friends if they could tell me who pulled me onto the bed and saved my life. They all looked at me as though I were weird or something and said that none of them had touched me. They said that they were jumping on the beds, turned round and saw me about to fall. Next thing I was laying on my back on my bed. They swore that none of them had pulled me back into the room. I believe that God and the angels protected me that day as it was not yet my time to leave this world. Thank you for saving my life my Heavenly Father and all your angels. In September 2009 I was sitting in our dinning room performing a reading for a mother of a young girl who was dying from an unknown crippling disease. My heart felt it would break and I wanted with all of my heart to help this young girl and find out the cause of her illness. Half way through performing the reading I had to stop and have a little cry. I wanted to help her; I needed to help her but how? I had read in one of Sonia Choquette’s books about a small ritual to invoke the Archangels. I have taught you this same ritual in the Archangel Lesson of the course. It is the breath Mich –ael breath exercise. I had just learnt it and only used it a few times for practice - not used it for any thing serious yet. I decided to give it ago so I calmed my mind, shut my eyes and made myself completely relaxed. I then did the exercise invoking the Archangels.

After several attempts at invoking the Archangels I suddenly felt the atmosphere in the room change dramatically. I had a very strong and over whelming feeling come over me. I felt that there was someone extremely powerful standing in the room. The room filled with a deep air of authority and the energy was something I had never experienced before. My head felt so heavy as though there were an immense pressure pushing on it. My body felt limp as it was so incredibly calm. I looked up in front of me where I could clearly and vividly see the Archangel Michael standing right in front of me. I could not see the others but I knew they were there too.The Archangel Michael did not show himself to me as a full blown angel but as a shadow of him. I could see his shadow (as clear and vividly as I would see peoples shadows) standing a few inches away from me. He looked so tall and felt so very powerful. His shadow was more like a 3D shadow as it was so clear. The best way to describe it is like if you are in a dark room and you see a person standing right in front of you. Because it is dark the person in front of you looks like a shadow (dark coloured) but not a shadow – meaning you can clearly see that it is a person standing there in front of you.

I was completely blown away, memorized by what was happening. I had never felt such a strong presence in all my life. It is a presence that will re-main with always. I quickly stood up as I was unsure of what to make of all this. The entire experience was so very over whelming and intense yet beautiful at the same time. I then forced myself to sit down again, looked up and the Archangel Michael had gone. I felt angry with myself for not talking to him while he was standing there. I felt angry for standing up. I then decided to talk to him and the other Archangels as I felt that even though I could not see them, I knew they were still with me as their presence was still so very strong in the room. I pleaded with them to please help me to help this girl. I asked them to please surround her with love and protection. I also asked if they could please send this young girl healing light. I then sat down and began to work on her reading again. My fingers seemed to have a mind of their own and were tying away so quickly that I could not take in what I was actually writing. After I finished writing the reading I read it back and was amazed at the details that I had written. There were many medical words which I had never even heard of before so it was baffling why I wrote them. I did not even know if they were even real words or just made up words. I sent off the reading (wondering if the reading would be right with all those words I’d never heard before – but I felt I had to send it) and then had a good cry. I was so filled with overwhelming emotion.

A few days later I had an e-mail back for the lady whom I had read for. She confirmed that the reading was very helpful and that I had mention many of the symptoms and illnesses that her daughter was suffering form. She appreciated the guidance and advice I gave and said it all made sense to her. She explained what each of the medical words meant. I was amazed as I had never even heard of those words. I truly believe that the Archangels were guiding my hand that night and helping me to help that little girl. have not heard from her again so not sure how the little girl is coming on of if she is even still with us. I do think of her a lot and say little prayers for her now and again. I know that she is in the arms of the Archangels and that they will take very good care of her. In June 2009 I was going through a very tough time in my life as I had been fighting depression on and off for years. I felt so depressed and did not know which way to turn. I felt lost and afraid, alone and desperate for help. I then started to notice that there was a spirit following me around. Each time I felt really down and alone I would feel its presence comforting me, I would hear strange noises and whispering in my ear. I would also feel as though someone was giving me a hug, touch my shoulder or standing next to me.

At night I would feel as though someone was sitting on the end of my bed or a hand was resting on my leg. I did not feel afraid as I felt that this was a good presence and it only appeared when I was feeling low. Each time I felt it I was left with a comforting feeling that I was not alone. One day I invited a few girl friends round for lunch as I though it may help to make me feel a little better - having the company. A friend of mine called Kim (who is also psychic) came too. She picked up on the presence instantly. She asked me if I realized that I had a spirit around me and I said yes. She said that she would try to see what she could pick up on this spirit. She said that she could see a tall man who was in his 70's. He was in the army and that he was connected to me some how. She said the month of June is an important time for him. She also said that when he was alive he was a stern person who liked things to be kept in order. He was also a loveable and empathic person who used to make people laugh. I could not place who he was. Kim then said that in the end of his life he had trouble breathing and she felt that he had died from breathing problems, possibly cancer in the chest and throat. The initial E kept coming to her. She said that when I am down, this man will gently massage my shoulders to comfort me. She said that there were many spirits around me. She said that one of the spirits around me is an elderly woman, small and who had trouble standing with out support. I thanked Kim for the things she had said and then thought that I would give it a go and see what I could pick up.

I stood up and shut my eyes asking for the spirits to talk to me. Straight away the name James came to me. I felt he enjoyed fishing and that he was lost. I thought he was connected to my friend Monica as she has a son named James - but knew the spirit could not be connected to her as James is still alive. Anyways, a few days later I sat working at my computer when I got the strongest feeling that I was not alone. I could feel a presence standing next to me. I did not feel afraid, I felt comforted. I tried to be brave and asked in my mind, “Is there someone really there or is it just my imagination?” Just then I felt this feeling as though someone were tugging at my skirt. I looked down at my skirt and to my surprise my skirt was swaying very quickly as though someone had a hold of it and was moving it two and throw. I just sat there in amazement as my skirt swayed quite quickly too and throw. It then stopped for several minutes before swaying again.

That afternoon I rang my friend Annette (who is also psychic) and told her about the skirt incident. I did not mention any names or sexes. All I told her was that a spirit had made my skirt way back and fourth. As soon as I stopped talking Annette suddenly said, "There is a man in spirit around you Tash and he is about 32-35 years old - that is the age he is showing me. His name is James Brooker and he looks like he is from the 1940's / 1930's time period. I can tell this because of the type of clothes he is wearing." She said he is wearing a waist coat with a watch in one of the pockets. He has shinny black shoes on and a cap on his head. She said he loved to go fishing. She also said that he is a very caring and kind man and does not mean me any harm. He is very gentle and is tall, handsome and has brown hair. She said that he has been lost and travelled a long way - he has been on a very long journey. He feels comfortable around me as I remind him of his wife. He is happy and settled here with me. A few days later I was sweeping the floor in the living room when I looked up and saw a tall silhouetted man walk though our kitchen and into the dinning room before vanishing. I knew straight away that it was James. He also keeps blowing on the back of my neck to get my attention. That same day I was working at my pc while listening to Earth Angel by the Penguins (one of my favourite songs) when, I heard a male voice humming along to the song right behind me and right near my ear - I could actually feel warm breath on my ear. Of course when I turned around I could not see anyone there and I was home alone. Now each time I play that song I can hear James humming along. Not long after James was humming along to Earth Angel did I hear a soft tapping on our kitchen cupboard. The tapping started off quietly but got louder and louder.

I went over to the cupboard and opened it but as soon as I did the tapping stopped and there was nothing strange in the cupboard. I shut the cupboard and sat down and a minute later the tapping started up again. This began happening regularly and still does to this day. James has many ways of letting me know that he is around. Some times I will be watching telly when I feel someone tickling my feet. Or I feel James’s presence by my side. I always see him of the corner of my eye, or walking up our stairs. I don't think there is a day that does not go by where I do not sense or feel his presence. Even now while typing this entry I have seen a small glowing yellow light ball move from above the pc to behind me and around me. When I first met James I was going through very bad postnatal depression. I felt like giving up on life and I was at my lowest. Then James came along and helped to give me hope and love and support. Not long after meeting James I found a brilliant job at The Psychic Detective website, I also created Psychic Direct and other websites. I even started a small group up where we learnt all about spirit guides and angles. James helped me though some of the tough times in my life. I am forever grateful to James for all the help and support he has offered me over the years. He is my hero and I am so grateful that he decided to stay with me and be my very own spirit guide. He helps me when I do my work and helps to guide me each day. I have a deep love for James - a brotherly love for my very special spirit guide and best friend.

On the 22nd of January 2010 it was my 29th birthday and I was in a happy and content mood. I had planned to meet up with some friends for a birthday lunch. I decided to go upstairs and wash my hair before meeting with my friends – a girl wants to look her best on her birthday. I went up stairs and ran a bath. I was home alone that day as my little ones were at school and my husband David was at work. The house was in complete silence and I kind of liked it like that – it was such a hectic morning that I was enjoying the peace and quiet. I was in the middle of washing my hair when I heard footsteps down stairs – our house really echo’s. I then heard a woman’s voice calling out my name several times. I though it was my mother in law as she said she would pop round that morning to drop off my birthday presents, so I called back, “I’m coming, just one minute.” I quickly finished off washing my hair and sorting myself out then dashed down stairs to meet my mother in law. To my surprise when I got down stairs I found that the house was completely empty. Baffled I went in to the kitchen and turned on the kettle to make a cup of coffee. I remember asking myself if I had imagined someone calling my name – but I knew I hadn’t as it was so clear and I even heard the foot steps loud and clear.

I stood in the kitchen playing over in my mind what had just happened when all of a sudden the entire house filled with the most beautiful angelic music. It sounded like a large choir singing right in my dinning room. The music was so clear and I could hear it as though there really was a choir singing in my dinning room. The music was so very beautiful that I burst in to tears and could not stop crying. The music seemed to reach down into my very soul and pulled at each emotional string I had. It lasted a good 2-3 minutes before the house went silent again. The whole kitchen felt warm and had a lovely atmosphere in it. After that magical experience I just stood there in my kitchen in amazement. I have never heard such beautiful music in all my life. My entire body shook with adrenalin and I felt an overwhelming feeling of inner peace and comfort. For the rest of the day I kept crying – happy and content tears. It was the most wonderful birthday present I have ever had and one that I will never, ever forget. That magical experience will remain with me for all my life. I have so many more things to tell you of what I have seen, heard and felt that if I had to go on I would be here forever. So I will leave my story here with you. I hope it has helped you in someway and opened up your eyes to what is out there. Also, I hope it helps you see that not all psychics are fakes or evil, as some people think. It is a special gift that should be respected, nurtured and treasured for life.