Many years ago I made a rare visit to a psychic for a wonderful reading that still seems relevant to my life in so many ways. I remember her saying “You are studying a degree in order to attain qualifications after your name so you will be taken seriously, but your real training is being provided by your spirit guides”. At the time of the reading I was studying naturopathy and I had no idea I would be working alongside this lady six months later doing my own readings for people.
Today is the one year anniversary of the first time we arrived here on our block of land in Northern NSW and I thought I’d mark the occasion with a blog.
It’s been an intense week! My sister and daughter invited me in via video link to hang with them during their blood moon ceremony they were doing last week. This is the second time now, that we’ve come together to do some family healing magic. The first time was on the 22nd of the 3rd, 2017. At the time, my husband and I were on the east coast searching for a new place to live. There was flooding everywhere and we got bogged! My husband kindly played the hero and I left him with the muddy saga while I caught the train to Brisbane and spent an evening doing magic with my sister and daughter. The date worked out nicely, seeing as we were keen to take advantage of the fact that there was some good number magic happening with our ages: 44, 33 and 22. I’m an 11, by the way, in numerology!
We had an incredible shift happen, all three of us, a year later on the 22nd of march. All of us could see the work we’d done a year prior, unfolding perfectly, ripening potently. Our intention, always, is to unravel unhealthy patterns and wounds in our ancestral line. On Friday night, we agreed we were doing womb magic… a sense of shedding old skins and planting the seed of new intentions, whilst also honouring the depths of our power and wisdom as women. We discussed some of the patterns we see in ourselves, in our family line, that we don’t like so much, and in the process of exploring them together, came to understand these patterns with greater clarity. We all found our own words to describe what we were releasing, but in essence, they were solar plexus wounds, self-worth/ego wounds.
I was guided through my part of the ceremony by my spirit tree, the native kurrajong I befriended on my first visit. I go to her almost every day and she teaches me things, refining my capacity for meditation and helping me with my healing work, both for myself and others. The Tree, as I refer to ‘her’, is my connection with Gaia, the Earth Goddess. Last year, Gaia reattuned my hand chakras. She was taking the attunement deeper, higher. The first time she attuned me was in 1996, at the beginning of my journey as a healer. She pushed clear quartz crystal shards into the palms of my hands, showing me how they would emit colour when I focused my intent. Then she told me to go forth and heal the Earth, heal the people.
After the second attunement last year, Gaia asked me to attune others to her healing frequency, which I did on my return to Darwin in the form of a Gaian Healing Attunement Workshop. During the blood moon ceremony, which for me took place over about three days, Gaia gave me another attunement. She brought pieces of jet into my aura, a black crystal made from wood, running them down through the outside of my right arm. There was this wonderful sense that she was spinning the energy of the jet crystal into long thin energy lines, and laying them throughout the length of my arm. They converged at a point on the inside of my wrist, and then, in a most spiderman-like fashion, stretched out through my fingertips. Then Gaia placed a black onyx crystal on the inside of my arm near my elbow, saying it was functioning as a “ballast”.
I feel almost self-conscious writing this, because I know how touchy and superstitious people can be about the colour black! It’s sad, really, because it’s beautiful. Think of the night sky, filled with stars! Black is a womb colour, too, so I found that quite apt. As I’ve written elsewhere, I learned at the beginning of my journey as an aura sketcher, to never use black because people get ridiculously silly about it and assume it’s some sign of evil or imminent death Oh no! I knew it, I’m a bad person! or Oh no! She’s drawn black! I’m going to die! Can you imagine me rolling my eyes? In the interests of less drama and more peace in my life, I quickly learned to replace the colour black with dark colours like dark blue, dark green, dark red and dark grey. Each one represents various facets of black, some of which are ‘positive’ and some of which can certainly be ‘negative’.
Anyone familiar with black crystals will know that black crystals are protective. In a way, you could almost imagine them cloaking your aura with an invisibility shield, and hiding you from harm. Some of them absorb and melt negativity away. Others filter it out of your aura. And crystals like Jet are used for cleansing. I love the new pattern that has been installed in my right arm and hand! There is this wonderful sense of being able to manoeuvre easily though the shadows of another’s pain during healing, without being touched by it myself. I also love the ‘weight’ these dark frequency crystals lend my healer’s arm and hand. I feel like I can more easily see the core of the issue, without any messing around. And this is perhaps being reflected in the healings I’m doing at the moment.
I haven’t felt like using my Aura Cards lately. I’ve had a sense of needing to come back to the purity of ‘seeing/feeling/hearing/knowing/etc’ the aura directly. For years, I needed the shield of the cards to mute the intensity of this work for me, to stand between me and the client so I could rest my psychic senses a little, over the course of multiple hour-long sessions on a daily basis. Here, at my writer’s retreat, I am doing a little healing work, but I’m maintaining some distance and space so I can rest my boundaries! I’m doing this by offering short 10-15 minute healings and/or readings which I record as an audio file in my own time, and then send via text. I love the straight-to-the-point efficiency of these shorter healings and the way I can maintain a very high frequency state throughout.
Besides being blessed with a new attunement, I’m also blessed to have watched the kurrajong tree bursting into bloom over the past week. She is stunning! Her flowers are like tiny bells tinkling their healing magic through my aura. And today, I was doubly blessed when one of the local wallabies finally decided we were friendly, coming to eat grass just a few metres away from where we were standing.
I think I’m a bit like my Granpa, in that my favourite time to keep a diary is when I’m travelling. We’re heading back to Nymboida, our 100 acre bush block (with tiny cabin) in Northern NSW for 3 months of writing, rest and what we fondly refer to as ‘bootcamp’. I can already feel my muscles stretching and strengthening… the toughening-back-up has begun!
It’s going to take a few years to get good at this too-ing and fro-ing, from one state to another, but each time we do it there will be less ‘stuff’ to pack and move. This is our second trek from Darwin to NSW. Last time we went, in September last year, we had to move out of our home of 25 years. We gave many of our possessions away, sold the lounge suite and the fridge because they were too big for our new gypsy lifestyle and packed a small load into a covered trailer to take with us. The rest went into storage.
Chiron, the wounded healer, and his apprentice Achilles, are coming up as strong archetypes for many healers and helpers at the moment. This is an opportunity to heal your deepest wounds and weaknesses as a healer/helper…
The wounded healer’s drive to heal often comes from their wounded self. This is the part of us that heals others in order to heal ourselves. We see ourselves in others and by rescuing/healing others, we hope to heal ourselves.
If you’ve ever had a moment when you’ve wondered why you are able to heal and help others, but not yourself, this is your chiron-wound. The chiron wound blesses us with a healer’s wisdom and insight that only empathy can give us, but it can also make us abandon ourselves in our God-like quest to be everyone else’s hero.
The chiron-achilles wound can be blind spot, a wound you can’t see or understand, even though it may be obvious to others, some of whom may exploit this wound. For many, this wound results in martyrdom and self-neglect. For others, it involves active self-harm. Some call this wound “the healer’s shadow.”
When you stop hating, neglecting, or ‘not-seeing/hearing’ some part of yourself that is crying out to be loved, you finally pass the healer/helper/hero’s ultimate test: rescuing yourself with self-love, self-care, self-healing, and the acceptance of love and support from others, with healthy boundaries and self-respect. In other words, you walk your talk.
If you are a wounded healer, will you still want to heal others after you’ve healed yourself? You might completely reinvent yourself and take on a new identity, purpose in life, or job description. But if you do continue as a healer/helper, you can be fairly guaranteed your approach will be very different because the drive to help and heal no longer comes from your wound, your inner pain, or your martyred, heroic sense of responsibility and invincibility.
Are you a wounded healer? What if the desire to help and heal came from a place of joy, light, fullness, completeness, stillness, self-love and peace within yourself? What might be possible for you then?
I have a range of 20 Herbal Chakra Tonics that integrate with the Aura Sprays, and are complimented by guided meditations and mindfulness meditations. These kits amalgamate my experience as an Aura Therapist with over 20 years experience in the trade, with my expertise as a Naturopath. By the time I graduated as a Naturopath in 2003, I had already clocked up hundreds or aura healings, readings and sketches since I began doing this work in 1996.
WHAT IS THE AURA?
Seen with psychic vision, the aura is a cloud of rainbow-coloured light that surrounds you. You could think of the aura as being your spirit-self or your energy-body. Aura colours can be ‘read’ by a practitioner such as myself. Each colour tells me something about a clients personality, feelings, emotions, thoughts, beliefs, experiences and interactions with others. The colours themselves come from energy structures in the aura called chakras. I ‘see’ around 100 different aura colours, all of which have multiple different possible meanings depending on the exact shade, where in the aura they are found, and the other colours they are found with. Continue reading
My husband tells me the way I dream is unusual, and I’m curious to know if that is true!
I’ve always been an adventurous dreamer. As a child, I’d dream of being in the school yard, off in some little corner by myself, practising my levitation skills. I’d slowly lean back, keeping my body straight and stiff, balancing my weight on my heels. Instead of falling backwards I’d suddenly find myself floating with my heels an inch off the ground! It required a lot of concentration, but with practise, it became easier.
As the years rolled by, I was able to float a little higher, and for longer, and by the time I reached my teens I could fly! Sometimes, my flying looks like Wonder Woman. When I fly like this, it feels almost as though I am a dolphin, streaming, winding, whipping and turning effortlessly, this way and that. Other times, it’s more a sense of being able to jump with weightlessness, launching in the air and leaping to great heights. Continue reading
Hello! I’m just experimenting with creating a video blog. My first one ever! This was a spontaneous experiment that branched off from the playing I’m doing with video-creation in general at the moment, for the on-line courses I’m creating. Next time I’ll make sure the lighting is better, but it’s a good start; toe in the water, so to speak!
This video is a dear-diary business-catch up. I’ll do another one soon, because there are a few events coming up that I forgot to tell you about!
This is an excerpt from my book Aura Colour Therapy, about an aura colour I call Compassion Orange. For anyone who has studied iridology, this auric pattern is equivalent to the Ring or Harmony or Lymphatic Rosary pattern in the iris.
This is a pale fluorescent apricot orange, like sunset reflected on soft fluffy clouds, or water. ‘Gentle’ is the word that most readily comes to mind when I think of this colour. Compassion Orange makes your heart feel expanded and all-encompassing. The feeling you get when your ‘heart goes out’ to another, is a typical Compassion Orange feeling. Sometimes this can be joyful because it keeps us connected with others, but quite often, it can cause an ache or pang in the heart.
Compassion Orange can reflect a compassionate nature or recent growth in a person’s capacity for compassion. Compassion Orange types are instinctive healers, often happiest when helping others or doing what they can to help make the world a better place for everyone to live in. Their concern for the world around them is on par with those who wear heart-based colours such as Wholehearted Pink and Generosity Green. For the most part, their compassion arises from a strong empathetic ability; they can easily imagine how it might feel to walk in the shoes of another person. Continue reading
Healer, Reiki Master, Aura Card reader, and Spirit Channel for the written word
This has been a beautiful week, especially in terms of seeing the dreams of others coming to fruition around me. It started with my daughter Mikiah sending me a short Aura Card reading at the beginning of the week, and as usual, I was blown away by her capacity to channel the wisdom of Spirit, so succinctly, and accurately. I’ve often wished others could do for me what I do for them, and it’s particularly heart-warming to have this nurturing come from my own daughter. She has a knack for getting straight to the point, in a loving way, with a core message that is very easy to remember!
A few days after giving me the Aura Card reading, Mikiah melted me into puddles of bliss during a private conversation, where (not for the first time), she showered me with very authentic gratitude messages. It’s a beautiful feeling to be validated, celebrated, and reflected back in such positive ways by someone you love and admire. Have you told anyone what you appreciate and value about them recently?
Here is a poem Mikiah just wrote, about gratitude:
A blissful consideration of abundance, for all that we have.
A focus on what is there, rather than what is missing.
A positive outlook –
One that beckons me into the light, saying:
“See all that you have
See all that you are
See the beauty in all –
See as the child does
See that the World speaks,
Hear it Sing
Feel how still the moment is,
How at Peace nature is.
Understand how the mind complicates the simple –
How many stories are written, unwritten and written again
Either the same as the Past, or different.
Can you Be?
If you See,
If you Feel,
If you Listen,
If you Breathe and Taste
With caution not to waste these moments, and the silence in between
Then, you know.
And know you do – because you are.
In the present, we allow.
In the now, we surrender:
Narratives. Stories of the past. Predictions of the future. Concern for outcome. Worry about what was, is or will be.
Active participation requires presence
It is a step away from thought”
I am enjoying watching my daughter step into her role as a healer for others. She is a joy to mentor, and as my husband Stephen, Mikiah’s father, says, “She is a gifted natural”. Mikiah became a Reiki Master with me last year and has begun teaching others, with her spirit guides doing a brilliant job of shaping her unique approach to healing. Mikiah is currently living in Brisbane, and is available for one-one-one healing consults and Aura Card readings. She also works via distance. If you would love to read more of her spirit-channelled writing, or find out more about her work, check out her facebook business page: MIKIAH
Musician, teacher, “Miss Scribble” game-creator, Aura Card reader, and dynamic word-smith
The excitement of others can be soooo beautiful, and sooo infectious! I’ve loved watching the determined dedication my sister Tashka has brought to her latest project, one that has been brewing now for many years. My favourite part of this journey so far is the private video I woke up to yesterday. It totally made my day to see her bouncing up and down like a little kid. Like myself and our brother Kim, Tashka has a fierce work-ethic and there’s nothing more satisfying than having it pay off after so much hard work. Tashka got her first subscriber for her MUSICAL ME project; the first, am I sure, of many to come.
Tash is an incredible, passionate and motivated teacher who inspires others with her enthusiasm and her unique perspectives. She has an ability to think outside the square and come up with very clever, creative solutions that propel us forwards into realising our dreams. MUSICAL ME is a dynamic example of her ability to make learning bucket-loads of fun, whilst making sure it’s in alignment with your core values and is being incorporated into your day to day life in a grounded manner. Check out this amazing program if you would love to take your interest in music a little further, but you’re not quite sure how, or you are a music teacher and you would like some dynamic tools to help your students go from strength to strength. This is the prototype, before the official shiny version goes live next year, so in effect, getting involved at this stage of development means you will be helping to create the final product. And as a thank you for your support, you will be given a very special offer next year when the global roll out occurs!
Reiki healer, Huna Masseur, Rune Card and Book developer, and Aura Card reader
Tristan worked with me as a psychic healing student for many years before becoming one of my first Reiki 1 students last year. During the attunement process, I was astonished when one his Reiki guides stepped in and insisted I include a series of rune symbols during the initiation process. It seemed an entire new branch of Reiki was unfolding in front of me, with Tristan being chosen as the channel for this unique modality.
Tristan has been hard at work creating a set of Rune Cards and a book to go with them, and it’s been fantastic watching meditative creativity blend with methodical step-by-step development. Tristan’s prototype deck features a circular splash of colour inspired by the Aura Cards, with the rune symbols over the top of this. Runes are an ancient alphabet- a series of symbols that have been used in divination, magic and healing for many centuries. They were a first love of mine on my healing journey, so I feel rather honoured to have been used as a channel for heightening Tristan’s spiritual connection with this ancient tradition.
Tristan is at prototype stage, and needs some support! If you would love a Rune Reading, or an entire handmade deck, check out his KICKSTARTER campaign. I still have the rune reading that Tristan did for me during a difficult time in my life. The wisdom he channelled through was beautiful, and spoke to my soul. Tristan is gentle and wise and his rune creation will deeply honour the lineage he has been initiated into by his Reiki and Rune guides.
Healer, marketing consultant, copywriter and editor, improvisation performer and trainer, and creator of The Playground of Possibilities
My day yesterday started with my sister’s bubbling excitement and ended with my Aunty Kay’s wonderful news about her Playground of Possibility cards having arrived from the printers. Some of you attended the workshop Kay ran here in Darwin and might remember the cards. They ask the question “What might be possible for me if….” and each one ends differently. I love these cards! Kay and I sometimes do Skype sessions where I’ll pull a colour card or a flower card for her and she will pull a Playground card for me. The questions always get me thinking deeply about my life, and realising how my beliefs and not-so-helpful storytelling about myself and life might be interfering with my happiness!
This is a profound tool and I’m so excited that Kay is sending me my very own deck for the clinic. I’m hoping I can stock these but you can also contact Kay directly if you would like to get your own deck. Go to NEXTCHAPTER. Kay says: “Even though my crowdfunding campaign is finished, you can still order and pay for a deck there. For one deck, choose the “Transform” reward (or check the other rewards for 3, 5 or 10 decks, or 1 deck plus a Skype call with me).”
Is your aura made from the light that shines out from within you, or is it more like a cloak of many colours? The answer is: both! The aura is made up of many colours and layers of colours from different parts of who you are, the experiences you are having, and the energies you are interacting with.
Every Aura is Different
Aura colours, like people, come in many shapes and sizes.
Your aura is never just one colour: you are far more complex and multi-faceted than that. Nor is your aura static, like a still photograph of a single moment in time, because you are always changing and growing, always affecting and being affected by, the world around you.
There are as many different kinds of auras as there are people, and no two auras are exactly the same.
The reason I haven’t been blogging much over the past few years is because I’ve been hard at work writing a biography about my grandparents and my great uncle Peter Fannin, as well as working on a revision of my grandmothers wildflowers book. All of which takes up most of the writing energy I have!
The lovely thing is, I finally have some time off work to focus on these tasks. My husband, myself and our dog friend Rocky, are currently at a rural property in Nymboida, Northern NSW, living in a tiny home that is half the size of our old bedroom. We’re off grid and I’m in my element, with nature all around me.
Every morning, I either go for a long walk with Rocky, do some work on clearing a fire-break around the tiny house, or go into battle with the monstrous lantana groves. Afterwards, I come back red in the face and warm all over, with my heart thumping loud and hard in my chest. Each activity is giving me all forms of the exercise I know I need to stay healthy: strengthening my muscles, expanding my flexibility, and improving my cardiovascular health. Then I sit down and write for the rest of the day, with breaks here and there for cooking, conversations and gardening. We are usually in bed by 8pm and up again at the crack of dawn.
Not long after we arrived, I found what immediately became my favourite tree on the block, not far from the house, just inside the area that had been designated as “must be cleared” territory by the fire-fighting neighbour. The tree drew me in and enchanted me, even from a distance, and when I got closer I could see it was in full bloom! It seemed so familiar to me, as though I should know what it was… like a friend’s name you’ve forgotten.
The mysterious identity nagged at me for weeks until one day we were in the carpark at Bunnings and I looked up to find a kurrajong in flower beside me. I’d never met this particular kind of kurrajong before, but I just knew it was a kurrajong- no mistaking that flower and leaf shape. Something went click and I started to wonder if my new friend on the block was a kurrajong. I’ve since discovered it’s a brachychiton populneus, a kurrajong native to the east coast of Australia.
I’ve been so busy with writing and lantana-pulling that I haven’t had a chance to visit my new friend in the past week, so I started going in spirit at night. The first time I went, I was amazed by the quantity and diversity of nature spirits around this tree. Even more so, the potency of them. We had a conversation about a near-miss the tree had had, when Stephen and I cut down a messy tangle of dead trees leaning against a live tree, that the previous owner had created during his own unfinished clearing work. The dead trees were precariously balanced and had to come down for safety’s sake but the only way we could safely bring them down was to cut down the tree that was holding them up. Besides which, the supporting tree was in the “you must clear a fire-break around your house” zone.
“Can we please not cut down my favourite tree?” I asked my husband. He agreed. Unfortunately, it was only a few metres away from the messy tangle that did have to come down. We did everything we could to try to get the poor condemned tree and its dangerous load to fall away from the kurrajong. After some strategic chainsaw cutting and ratchet-strap rigging, we went back to the house and waited. Nothing happened for about 15 minutes and then we heard the first cracks and watched from the distance. At first, the messy tangle headed straight for the kurrajong and then everything seemed to pause, as though in slow motion, and gracefully sweep off to one side. The kurrajong lost a few branches, but it survived!
In my night-time spirit-conversation with the kurrajong, it showed me a movie-replay of the event. I could see a cushion of air appear above the kurrajong as the trees came towards it, deflecting everything away from it, as though the kurrajong had protected itself. The attitude behind the image shown felt a little like someone dusting their hands off and putting their hands on their hips in a sassy way, as though to say “I can take care of myself thank you!” Ha!
After this image was shown, I was invited to sit under the tree, and the flowers gave me some healing. It almost felt like a Harry Potter sorting-hat was coming down over my head, but instead of sorting me into some kind of group, it was helping me sort my thoughts. Then I could feel energy lines from my head slowly being cleared all the way down to my feet. Kurrajong species’ definitely have a grounding action! As this happened, I spoke to the tree, and it explained that it was helping me focus my thoughts, rather than wasting time on ideas or lines of thought that weren’t practical.
I’ve been back to visit the tree at night a few times now. Last night I asked the kurrajong flower-spirit for healing, because I was in pain from an old injury that had flared up. The healing began and not long into it, the imagery shimmered and I could feel the kurrajong step back. In it’s place appeared an entirely different flower. In my mind, I kind of zoomed in, the way you would with a camera lens, to get a closer look. At first I was puzzled, then I realised it was an orchid. But I hadn’t seen any orchids of that colour on the block, and I knew from the mood of the shift from one flower to another that this orchid must be somewhere on the block, not far from the kurrajong.
Both the kurrajong and the orchid insisted I had already met the orchid. Confused, I ran though my memory of the many walks and then suddenly remembered seeing a single stem, like a grass stem, with tiny little pods on it that might have been closed flowers. They had the same colour as this orchid. “Is this you?” I asked, showing the orchid my memory. “Yes! I’m in flower now. Come and visit me tomorrow.”
So this morning I dutifully headed off in search for the flower, half-chuckling at myself for believing my night-time imaginings, and wondering how I was going to find such a tiny flower on 100 acres of land. I said hello to the kurrajong on the way past, stopped to photograph a bird, and spent a good 10 minutes searching for the orchid. I knew I’d seen it down near the creek bank somewhere, but where? I was just about to give up when I decided to try one more area. There was a lot of dead wood and bark on the ground and my first few steps almost up-ended me, because there were large holes hidden beneath them. Feeling a bit worried, I started to back away when I looked up and there it was! The orchid, in magnificent bloom!
How beautiful! Anyway, had to share this magic moment with you. On the way back, we visited the strawberry gum we planted a month ago. It’s doing really well and is one of the many bush-tucker plants I want to grow here in the lantana-reclaimed areas. It’s said to bring the flavours out in a dish. We’ve also planted a native mint and a finger lime, and I’d love to plant some macadamias!