I’ve always been psychic but what really made me develop my skills was when my daughter started seeing dead people from the time she was two years old. I realized that I wasn’t going to be able to consol her with, “Darling there’s nothing really there,” especially as she grew older and could describe a dead relative right down to his mannerisms and favorite shirt. I started meditation classes and opened up my psychic eye and now several years later, I’m more at peace with “the gift” than I was earlier. I try to be very sensitive with my gift and interpret things properly as people who have passed over tend to use images rather than words, though at times, words or strong emotions are used to get across their message. I never receive money and refuse to pass on anything negative. I had a grandmother come one night and she was standing at the end of a long white tunnel. She wanted me to tell her grandson that he would be a successful musician in five years time. I didn’t know the grandson well as he was a laborer working on a building site, so I asked him if I could speak to him and give him a message from the other side? His band had broken up that morning and he was so despondent but the image of the CD the grandmother had shown me just had him on it and I felt she was telling him that he is going to be a single title artist. He was very grateful. His grandmother had also shown me a heroine needle too, but I refused to pass that image on. One of my writer friends was up for a Golden Heart award. I like to test my skill in a methodical way, so we wrote the word Golden Heart and the names of all the publishers that her agent had sent the book to. I asked someone she loved on the other side, whether she would win the GH and which publisher she would sell her book to. I told her that I was not going to let her see the answers until after she knew them. Every time she received a rejection, she’d demand to see that piece of paper the moment she told me. She was fascinated to see the accuracy of what I had predicted. She didn’t win the GH but she did get a three book contract with the great publisher I had ticked on the piece of paper.
With my character Marina, I wanted to catch her in that early stage when a psychic person thinks they could be going nuts because they know, see or hear things they think they shouldn’t. I also wanted her to grow and use her talent for good, which is how I have developed mine. I also wanted to play around with the other side of being a psychic, so I developed the reluctant clairvoyant character, Evelyn, who gets messages from her mother-in-law.
(Just for the record, my mother-in-law is doing well and we get on beautifully.) Spirits don’t have a sense of time or place in the way we do, so it’s really annoying being woken up at three in the morning with a message for someone you don’t know well. Some people who have crossed over can be very persistent, so the trick is learning to manage “the gift”.
Once I was sitting on the throne and a girl came through holding a beautiful bunch of flowers. At first I wasn’t sure what she wanted and then I realized it was Mother’s Day coming up. The mother in question had lost her only daughter and I had enormous empathy for her suffering. I made up an email with bunches of flowers and sent it on to her with a message. It was a small thing but it made the mother so happy.
The book also explores Brazilian Waxing. I’m amazed at the hairstyles my girlfriends admit to having and I’m not talking about on their heads. As for me, just let me say that one trip to Brazil was enough for me!
Reader eMail: email@example.com
Can Marina learn to have faith in her powers in time to save the people she loves?
Marina’s got it made with a new job giving Brazilian waxes in a fashionable salon in the big city of Sydney. Life seems to be looking up for her, that is, until she starts having visions, which come true. Her clients start dying, one by one. Then her roommate, James becomes a suspect, and suddenly she must fight for the man she cares for. While she tries to harness her powers, people close to her begin to disappear. More victims of the serial killer? This time she can’t see, and in the midst of terror, Marina must save the lives of people she’s come to love, but in a twist of fate, save herself.