It was obvious from the get-go that I was being tested by this new client. Erwin sat across the table with his arms folded, sneering at everything I said. At one point, he called an accurate insight a “lucky guess”. After five minutes of scoffing at my “lucky guesses”, Erwin then spent the next ten minutes telling me stories about…
3:14 a.m. My phone vibrated twice, then went silent. The words on the screen jolted me out of my semi-conscious state. “I can’t go on anymore. Kelly, I’ve let you down. I’m sorry.” I sat up in bed and called the number. The line was dead. Hazel had switched off her mobile after texting me. She didn’t want to be…
He wasn’t alone. Seated before me with a tired smile on his face, Ming, a long-time client, was being stalked by a spirit. But this was the spirit of someone alive. An attractive woman. Standing right behind him, with both hands around his neck. And Ming had no idea. I was getting a really bad vibe from this. “I need…
Tina’s first reading with me was at the Public Garden Christmas Market 2014. A young investment banker, Tina wanted to know what her future held and what to do with her love life – which, she told me with a sheepish smile, was “complicated”. The cards showed two people: one ‘official’ boyfriend and one woman on the side. The cards also…
“She wrote, ‘Silence is golden. Mind it doesn’t turn yellow’.” – Riiiiight. Tania, you’ll have to explain that one. She laughed. “I will, once I get it myself”. Her brows furrowed slightly. “I don’t know why it popped into my head.” Probably because of the spirit guides behind her. Tania’s guides. Three tall figures of golden light standing silently by, watching us both….
Sunday morning. She was sixteen, alone in her room, and crying. She was supposed to be getting ready for church, a weekly endurance session that she dreaded and loathed. As much as she enjoyed meeting Spirit and helping other people during church services, the stress of doing what she did – and of being misunderstood time and again – was…
She texts me at 10 in the morning. She wants a session at lunchtime. “I really need clarity right now,” the text reads. “My boyfriend just broke up with me, now my job is in trouble.” Her energy is brittle and dark. I text back. – When did the break-up happen? “Two hours ago. He’s my manager.” – I don’t usually…
