Our Dream Home

I sat in my little meditation room at home, my charts on my lap, pendulum in hand and connected with my Higher Self. I was dowsing a property for a new client in Cornwall who had been experiencing many problems since living in their house which had the old Roman road Foss Way running alongside it. I had dowsed that the property had geopsychic stress, which means it had psychic presences of earthbound souls, or entities, or what some would call ghosts. I started my clearing process to send these presences on to the Light, my pendulum swinging quickly indicating that clearing was taking place. My pendulum swung round and round rapidly and in my mind's eye I could see an endless stream of souls passing over to the Light. They looked like Roman soldiers marching up to Heaven. When eventually my pendulum became still, I made sure there were no more and then closed the openings over the building. I asked how many souls had been rescued and found it was in excess of 3,000. They had been stuck in Earth's energies for a long time but now within a few minutes had been returned safely to the Light. There was also a negative energetic pattern on the land which is usually the result of a battle or similar, so I healed this to bring the land back into balance again.

You may wonder how I have got involved with doing such unusual work. Well, if anyone had told me fifteen years ago that I would be doing this sort of work in houses all over the world, I would have thought them crazy. I knew nothing about any such subjects. I didn't have any psychic powers and didn't really know much about intuition or signs from the Universe. Apart from having a few premonitions at different times in my life and the occasional déjà vu experiences, I was an `ordinary' housewife and mother living with my husband Len and two sons Christian and Jason. I had always believed in life after death and was quite fascinated when I came across articles about psychics, mediums and healers and thought how wonderful that they had been `chosen' for those gifts.

My spiritual journey really began when Len decided he wanted to build a house himself and we set out trying to buy a building plot. We wanted to stay in the village where we lived in Cambridgeshire and tried for a number of sites, but always lost out to builders. A good sized plot then came on the market just round the corner from where we lived. It was for sale by sealed bid and belonged to a local farmer. The site had been his slaughter house, although hadn't been used since the 1940s.

Knowing nothing of spirits or energies, this didn't worry us. It was just an overgrown plot of land but perfect for us to build our dream home. I had a very strong premonition that we would live there. A few days later a gypsy called at my house selling lace and table cloths. As she showed me her basket of goods she started telling me various things about me and my family. She was very accurate and I was interested to hear more, so I looked more seriously at the table cloths. She told me that we would be getting a new car within a week. This seemed strange as we had no intention of changing our car. Then she said we would be moving soon to another house. Immediately I got a mental image identical to my premonition and felt quite excited. I thanked her, bought a table cloth and started wondering how accurate she would prove to be.

I told Len about the gypsy, but he was sceptical about such things saying it was all nonsense and guess work. Three or four days later Len's mother called to say her widowed friend had decided to sell her late husband's beloved Ford Orion. It was in excellent condition, had extremely low mileage and was at a very good price. The offer seemed too good to miss, but it would leave us with a high mileage Ford Cortina to sell. The next evening as Len was coming home, our neighbour told him that their very old car had completely packed up and they would have to try and find something soon. When he said we might be getting a new car ourselves and would she be interested in ours, she was over the moon. So, just like the gypsy said, within a week we had a new car!

I felt this also meant she was right about our getting a new home and felt very confident that we would be successful in buying the slaughter house site. I was so confident that I didn't worry about the fact we had to put in a sealed bid. The market price for a building plot of this size back in the mid 80s was about £35,000, so we added on a bit and sent in our bid. I could envisage us living there in our new house and had no doubts that it would happen. I was so confident that we almost bought a second hand mobile home in which to live on site whilst we were building. Thankfully, something stopped us from buying the mobile home for if we didn't get the land we would have had nowhere to keep it.

When the day came to find out if we had been successful, we were gutted to find out we hadn't won the bid. A builder had got it instead. I couldn't believe it. It had just felt so right.

The good thing, however, was that I was a few months pregnant and I had been dreading the thought of my second child being born in a mobile home. When Christian was born we painted his nursery and furnished it, Len made a wooden crib and I made some lovely crib bedding in Broderie Anglais. There were mobiles and pictures hanging up and cuddly toys arranged around the room. It was perfect for a baby's room.

I had suffered two miscarriages before becoming pregnant with Jason. I was trying to take things easy, anxious in case I miscarried a third time, and with hindsight the stress of living in a mobile home and building a house would have made things worse. Coupled with the thought that my second baby would be denied the lovely nursery that had been Christian's, there was definitely a blessing in losing the land.

So I concentrated on looking after myself and we decided to delay looking for any more building plots until after the baby was born. I often walked past the old slaughter house to see what was happening, but nothing ever was. Eventually the 'SOLD' sign was taken down and it remained the overgrown site I had always known it to be since moving to the village.

Apart from developing pregnancy related diabetes at 28 weeks, the pregnancy went well and I gave birth to my wonderful baby, Jason, late in 1987. I was so pleased that he started life in a lovely house with his pretty nursery and surrounded by all the soft toys and musical mobiles that Christian had so enjoyed.

Once Jason was a few...