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Message from spirit – music is the vibration of your soul!

: Summer Solstice Stonehenge 2008

The summer solstice 2008, was an interesting time, and a time when I was to learn a lot spiritually. I am unsure where my headspace was at the time. My cousin who was 23 had been found dead outside in wasteland, and my own life was just starting an interesting magical journey.

Only two months earlier, my life and my world was about to change. I had been bored, and quite frustrated as my own children, had reached teenage years, and were now heading towards their 20’s.

Two months earlier, my life had started on a radical change. That would bring lots of new people into my life. I had been told by a psychic/medium to accept every invitation, that no harm would come to me. I of course, took this literally, which meant I didn’t have one weekend at home from May – Dec 31st 2008.

It was June 2008, with some amazing new friends in tow, we went to summer solstice at Stonehenge. I had no idea of the events that would unfold this night.

We took photos, just larking around. We took photos of a set of bongos, and were surprised to see what looked like Orbs.

As we stared at the photo on the small screen on the back of my camera,myself and a friend Kayla, half heartedly joked

Ok spirit if you want to be in on the picture, come on in, stand in the photo with us…

Ok, now don’t laugh at the hat. It wasn’t even mine. It was cold at night after a hot day, and I borrowed it from a friend 🙂 Honestly!! I have blown up these photos, and I can clearly see the orange light that sounds the white circles. We laughed about this and went on our way to the stones to celebrate Solstice.

A life lesson about harmony and music being the vibration of your soul

I was no stranger to hearing spirit. I think it was no coincidence that this increased after my cousin died, we both had a passion for music.

A friend of mine came with a plastic tub and offered me what looked like chocolate brownies. Or at least this is what I thought they were. I had no idea that what I was actually eating, was magic cakes. I wondered why I was suddenly so hungry, and with nothing else to eat, ate more of the ‘what I was later to understand’ magic cakes.

I became fascinated by the music. People playing the drums. All were in harmony, except one who appeared to play music to his own rhythm. I heard a dialogue running through my head. Which sounded like my cousin who died voice.

Can you hear this Nik?

I sat, transfixed by the beat of the music.The voice in my head continued….

These people are playing the drums. The pattern of the music that they are playing, is the vibration of their soul. Can you hear them all in tune? That is because their spirits are working in harmony together. Can you see/hear that drummer over there? He is playing his own rhythm, with no thought of anyone else, no harmony with anyone else. He is disconnected from the group. He is on his own.

I peered over with interest, listening to the solitary drummer. The voice continued in my head……

Do you know when you hear the term ‘get a bad vibe from someone?’ this is because all of our souls have a vibration. Normally you cannot hear the vibration. Tonight they are playing the vibration of their souls through their drums. If this was the ‘real world’ some might say that they get a ‘bad vibe’ from the solitary drummer. yet not know or understand why. It is when your vibration of your soul is not in harmony with another and it clashes with your own vibration. This happens all of the time in real life. yet most do not understand why.

I am unsure what happened for the rest of the night. Yet I know that this dialogue continued for many hours. Until it was 8am, and security nudged my leg and I heard a voice,

Come on, wake up, its time to go home now.

I was grateful for the lesson that I had learned that night. I realised that the people that were brought into my life, at that time, were all similar to me. Not only this we all connected through music.

2008 was to be an incredible year, where music would be a big part of my life. All new friends that connected, we were all on the same vibration, not only musically but spiritually too.

It is a lesson that I have never forgotten.

MUSIC IS THE VIBRATION OF YOUR SOUL

How I ‘see’ what does this mean?

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I have never really worked to ‘be a medium’ or anything like this. I just do my work, wherever life takes me. the last 10 year and for most of my life, this has been with homeless people, people who were homeless and vulnerable.

I am very lucky in that I have experienced walking side by side with some of the most incredible people. I could help women in domestic violence situation in the morning, and work with mental health in the afternoon, the next day I could be counselling someone with drug issues in the morning, and working on child protection in the afternoon. This was my work. It is pretty much all that I have done.

I have had no formal training to be a medium, but these two stories are true life events that happened to me recently.

The first I was talking to someone online. It wasn’t someone that I knew in real life. I saw in my mind, a little girl. She was around 8 years old. I still have that picture of her in my mind. She had long blond hair with a fringe. I saw her playing with a hula hoop. She was swirling it around her. She was smiling. I had the feeling she had died in a road traffic accident.

As I am not a medium and I didn’t know this woman particularly well, it scared me to tell her what I was feeling. What if she told me I was wrong? But the feeling didn’t go away. So, I described the little girl, and told her what she looked like. I said, I am really sorry to say this, but I just feel that she might have died in a road traffic accident. I told her about the hula hoop she was playing with. She looked very happy.

And the woman replied ‘oh yes, this is my sister, she was run over. My father reversed around the corner into her, whilst she was playing outside.She is around me often, my favourite photo is of me and her playing with hula hoops, it sits in a frame on my fireplace‘….. (she later confirmed that her sister was indeed 8 years old and with long blond hair when she died).

I was stunned…..

Another time, I was sat in my house, and I was waiting for somebody to come to see me. He had promised that he would be back at 11pm. He didn’t show. As I sat on my sofa, I saw a long banner, flashing saying WARNING and I had a strong feeling that he was in danger of going down a drug pathway.

I didn’t know who he was with. He was doing music, and wanted to make it writing music. The feeling was so strong, I texted him ‘I do not know who you are with, but please go careful, you are in danger of going down a drug pathway‘

He eventually did show up at my house the next morning. With a man. Who he said was a music producer. As the conversation unfolded, I was stunned to learn that the man was a man who:

Used heroin and crack cocaine
Sold Ketamine

Another time more recently, last week. I was on a message board, for support, and somebody posted there. She was asking for help. other people attacked her, but i could see exactly what she was writing and I knew for sure that she had a difficult life. I was going to ask her if she worked with people? I felt so sure that she might be spiritual, that I gave her details to this website.

She wrote back to me. What i was seeing was right….. and not only this, she had a page here too, also spiritual, and she told me how she had trained as a medium, and most of her friends were spiritual?????

I don’t know how I knew, but she shone through. I could see she was a lightworker, who needed help.

Another time, I was in a group where there was a woman, who on a thread asking how people felt, wrote one word. I can’t even remember what the word was. I saw a banner flash in red DANGER WARNING DANGER, I knew that she was in trouble. She said that she thought that her husband would kill her. She believed that he had killed his ex partner and served time in jail. I felt overwhelmingly that she needed help. I reached out, and although she was in USA, I passed details of local DV support units. She didn’t contact them, and her fear continued. I don’t know how I knew, but I knew that this woman wouldn’t be alive for long. One day, I saw on her wall, that she had died. Only a few weeks later. It turned out that her husband hadn’t killed her. She had died of a heart attack. Perhaps he had in his own way, maybe stress can do that to you? I don’t know…..

I wish I knew how these things happened. They are the only two i can think of off of the top of my head. I guess, i hope that somebody will read these messages and help me to make sense of what I am describing?