Archive | November 2007

Paranormal Investigation at St.Blazey public house in Cornwall

It was a few years ago now,but nevertheless it is still very relevant today. I was called in by the landlady of the public house at the time. She was indeed a client of mine. She had , had several occasions when she felt uneasy at the place she now managed with her husband. She had seen ghostly figures walk down the passaeway. Heard sounds that came from the walls and even seen the outline of someone sitting in her lounge area.
I began the investigation with my film crew and photographer as well as my husband. The idea was to go through the place and see what was there and help those dear souls who needed to move on. There was a ley line that ran through the place as did it run on to the church beside it. I was hoping for evidence along the way from our local historians of some of the evidence that would be given by the spirits themselves and from my guides. I did get evidence form the newspapers historian that the sea had caome as far as the publis house back in the fifthteenth centuary as my guide had told me. Fabulous communications all round, and very exciting stuff. In the 1970’s I had lived in the village near here , called Par, and had done several investigations over the years there but not here and I had no idea of it’s history other than that which I knew of those years, and some of that was forgotten.
We started in the lounge bar, where the pool table stood proudly in a corner opposite the bar area. It had a lot of spiritual activity by the pool table. I gathered my crew togeather to hold hands and invite anyone who was near us in spirit , to join us. A cold breeze of air surounded us. I was contacted by a man who had died near the public house on a motor – bike. He wore a leather jacket and long hair with a red hankerchief around his neck. He gave the impression of looking for someone that was still on the earthplane that was dear to him. Although I got a name we could not find evidence of this person but there was evidence of a moter bike accident that had been fatal outside the place , just up the road , back in the 70’s.
A football player and his team came in, a celabration of several years ago,when the team had won the cup. I was given the year too, and the land lady looked it up in her book she had on the aera and lo and behold there it was , the year I was told of the cup win.
I moved over to the bar area, and a man in spirit sat on a stall as he loved the company in the pub. He had had his funeral wake here too he told me. It felt very sad. I felt emotional and stopped filming for a while to regain my composure.
Time for coffee and to plan where we were going next. I choose to go down in the celler and in the kitchen. Little did I realise that in the kitchen I was going to find a bottom pinching chef who still frequents the place. The news of this was written in our local Gaurdian and hit national news, then I was televised and then the news hit world news. I was interviewed by many radio stations of the BBC and as far away as Ireland and Australia. Strange but true my sister who now lives in Australia saw pictures of me on Australian T.V. with the story.Also our local T.V team came down and interviewed me and stayed and filmed a seance I did with several people in the celler.
A teacher in spirit had taken the children in her care to saftey in the celler area during one of the wars, only to be killed there. It was apparently known in the area that a local religous woman possibly nun , had indeed taken a group of children to the safety of the cellar area, though no one could say more. But the spirit of the lady and the children who communicated with me.
There was also two drunken men who frequented the cellar. They did not like one another. One was more friendly than the other. The public group I worked with there on my ghost walk had one young lady who was taken over by a lady looking for her husband and then one of my crew found he had the husband communicating with him. They became reunited and the whole space felt calmer.My husband and I helped the lady who was over come by the lady spirit and all was well.
There were many other stories that came from the pub. My team and myself filmed a lot of this and photographed it too. The news of the investigation travelled for a long time. It was a really interesting time.
I held a ghost walk and a seance at the place. We held audience readings and a paranormal quiz night too which was very popular. I still give many different evenings of the paranormal throughout the year and find public interest is rising. My work is fasinating, and my spirit guides are very strong. My way of life is a lifetimes learning and practising in helping others. That is those here on the earth plane and in spirit.I am looking for a new venue to investigate and to give a ghost walk in 2008, with a seance. Could it be you?

Handbag form the victorian era, with a suprise up it’s sleave

A handbag discovered at a car boot that belonged to me from a previous life 
It was a summer car boot, on a Sunday morning. The weather was sunny with a cold wind. Some of the traders were outside in the square while others were under the cattle shed, in the shelter.
As usual there was the fruit and veg stall. The ice cream, hot dogs and tea. The traders and the one off car booters. I had decided to have a look in a very large box beside one of the regular trade stands. It was full of handbags. In honesty I was hoping for a navy bag to go with my outfit for a friends wedding. Navy was not a colour I often wore , it would be more like a black or bright red.
My husband had gone in a complete different direction as some fishing tackle caught his eye. The wind dropped and people were filling the car boot up, milling around. It is like an old fashioned market atmosphere and I always feel that is part of the attraction of the modern day car boot. People like to stop and say hello as well as search for the bargain.
So there I was rumishing in the box. Low and behold I found a classy little handbag that was made of leather. I smiled to myself. Would it fit the bill?
How much I heard myself say to the lady behind the stand. Fifty pence dear she replied. Needless to say I snapped it up.
As I wondered back to the outdoors I found myself drifting away.The sun was getting up.
As I held the handbag I began to loose sight of where I was standing and saw a victorian street in front of me. I was not worried as I had had these experiences before.
The street looked a bit like the roman, cobble, main street of Truro city , though it could have been London or else where.Next I was aware of a woman standing in the street wearing a costume from the victorian era. She had her back to me . the street was empty of people apart from this lady. I could see it was a winters day and she was well dressed. As I tried to see more of the scene before me I became aware that the lady had turned around to look at me. Imagine my suprise when she looked exactly like me. her face , her colouring, her hieght even . All looked liked me. I was startled. It brought me back to where I was standing , at the car boot. It was a strange feeling. I searched for my husband with my eyes, but he was no where to be seen. He was standing next to me, as he had noticed I had gone very still and was worried.
I was excited and told him that since I had been holding the handbag I had just bought , I had been getting strange scenes from the past from it. A form of psychometry. That even stranger I had seen myself in the scene holding the same handbag in the victorian era. My goodnes, was this possible?
Over weeks I tried to trace where the bag had been made. What era it was in. Questions came over me at a phenonemal rate. I found to my atonishment that the bag had indeed started it’s life in the victorian era and would have been owed by a lady of good standing. That it had ben fashionable for a short period so that we could have a closer dating.
A few times since then I have held the bag and seen what happened , I get similer pictures from the bag. Though I have not seen myself since. It has been a strange experience but of course a very possible one. Items are bound to slip through from one era to another that may well have belonged to us from another life time. There is great excitment with this finding. A thought that had never occured to me before.I used the bag several times including to my friends wedding. I always feel so at home with it , as though I have held it several times before.

New Radio Staition to come to ST.Austell, Cornwall

St.Austell Radio Station Cornwall
Well I am a St.Austell girl through and through. So I was delighted to be invited to be part of the new radio station, which will go on air in January of 2008. I know it is going ahead a little, but it will soon come around. I had been reading about the new station before my holiday. Then a lady , who I have known for a few years, became the stations manager and , it is she who has invited me to have a regular spot talking about my work and the haunted spots of St.Austell. Well of course I know a few stories. Theres the more erecent stories of the St.Austell Brewery where this year I have held several events.The ghost of Wlater hicks , the founder of the brwery. The spirit children, the hanged man, the animals. The orbs that showed themselves and have been captured on photo and filming of the events. A Dvd that will be on sale in 2008.Then there was the strange phenonomen of the fire alarm that went off five times on halloween night. I think this could be a good story. Strange but true. An event I did after I had , had the angina attack.
Then theres the Mennacuddle woods story or I should say stories. From when i was a child going down Menacuddle woods with my parents and sister collecting chestnuts and visiting the wishing well to when I took a group to meditate and see the area in 2007 and found more than we bargained for.
The stone circle that isnt , put in a field by a well known character of the area and then the other stone coircle that was put on top of a hill, but it does have it,s own energies and is worth sitting there in meditation. Murders that have taken place in S.Austell past and not so long ago.
Haunted beach areas where I have dicovered ship wrecked people from long ago. The public house that made news world wide when I discovered several ghost that frquented the place including a bottom pinchinh ghost, and he is still there. I did ghost walks there and seances making a DVD.
So if you like a good story , listen in , on St.Austell Radio Station, in january. More details to come. Watch this space as they say. It will be lovely to communicate with you all as the show developes as we are looking at phone ins becoming part of the show. So some weeks it will be about the St.Austell area and others it will be answering your spiritual questions. Shoud you have a ghost story for me then contact me on e mail……
Look forward to letting you know the place to tune in to very soon.

I ended up in a hospital bed

From a Holiday Location to a Hospital Bed 
If I am perfectly honest with myself and you,I had had several pains in my chest when my mother had her heart operation and at stressful times over the last five years. There had been many times after a virus had got me that I had become short of breath, but then I am no longer twenty, as I heard myself say to friends and family. I might add here that i am generally full of beans, can walk for miles, swim, run, do the garden, run my buisness and a home, all with out too much of a problem.
I have suffered restless leg syndrome at night time since my ectopic pregnacy in the 1990’s. Hot flushes to extreame witht he menapause. A tired feeling at times , like someone pulled the plug out, and taken your energy. Though none of this prepared me for what happened a few weeks ago.
I was on holiday in Madiera. The climate is of course very hot. The air quality not great. From the bus city of Funchal to the manor we stayed in up and away in the hills. Quinta da Bela Vista is a fabulous place to stay. Tranquility amongst an island that seems to have building everywhere you turned or roads that are so busy they keep you awake.
My husband and I had needed a holiday. England had not had a great summer. Plus we had been very busy.
Before leaving I had done a big event and felt my bags would never be packed.
In reality a pair of shorts and at shirt is not enough to wear on a holiday. We had rested at the Quinta da Bella Vista. There had been plenty of chance for that. A swimming pool that lured you in. People to chat to. A jacuzzi. Beautiful food and plenty of quite spaces to read a book, both inside and out.
So we rested for a few days,enthralled with the place and it’s atmosphere. then we began to explore. We walked down to Funchal, in the morning ,before the sun rose to high. Taxied back as it was so hot and a ditance away.
 We visited the botanic gardens. We rested. I had noticed I did not feel right. Then one day on the walk we had done , I could not breathe well. We had to have a taxi back. After resting and evening meal I felt fine. Slept well and carried on.
he days that came close to the end of the holiday though gave me an imppresion I was not well.
The day we began our journey ome , the bus that picked us up flew around all the roads like a maniac and by the time I got to the air port I was really shaken.
We boarded the plane and the journet was good. Then we got to the car park for our car and I felt strange,not quite right.
By the time we had got home to St.Austell my breathing was not good. I could not concentrate on anything else. I could not walk well. It was really freightning.
I became an emergency patient at my doctors surgery.
I needed oxagen, asprin, and a great deal of help. I was having an angina attack. It felt similer to a heart attack. Then there was the trip to the hospital in the ambulance.My husband was with me all the way. All the medical people were really brillient.
Within an hour I was more stable. At this point no one knew what had happened to me including me and I had to stay in hospital to be sorted.
A strange world hospitals at the best of times. Eventually I tried to get some sleep. Which eluded me and most of the patients as one of the ladies in the ward coughed all night. Poor soul.
The experience was also spiritual. In the night I saw the same as the lady who coughed all night. Under my bed was a bright light that seemed to grow as the night went on. A guiding energy that was protecting me. I also saw two angels that appeared as I was drifting off to sleep. the lady across from me was a clairvoyant. The lady next to me was a WI member that knew my mum. Aother was a pianist for the church she belonged too. It went on.
The next day the WI lady and the pianist and I sand a hymn togeather in the ward. Love Divine All Love Excelling. Another lady told me I would be fine. I could of course see how they all were going to be, and it was all good stuff.
I was desperate for a sleep and to go home. So next was the tread mill test. I got through it with the help of the talkative and kind staff. They said they had loads of lorry drivers who come through their doors. It was a change to have a clairvoyant.
The parting witht he ladies on the ward when I left for home with my medication in hand was so warm we could all have been friends for years. I will never forget them.
Or the ambulance man who was so kind. The swift work of my doctor. The hospital staff. The dinner ladies.
All light workers send healing light to all hospitals and vetenary places. Plus many more places to help those in need.
I am doing well and need some more test. Trials and tribulations. Think if you are readings this and there is heart problems in your family. Get your cholestrol checked and your blood pressure. Look after your heart. Get exersise and rest each week. Dont get too stressed out. Stop and breathe. Take care. 

Our journey to Madiera

Madeira 2007 in October
We decided to celebrate our anniversary this year by having a holiday in Madeira. Many people had told us it was the place for us. An island of abundance in the flora world with species coming from all over the wolrd. the chestnut tree we see in England for instance was huge in specimen in this place with the chestnuts dropping the same time of the year as our own. The street sellers cooked them on barbecues in the heat of the day as well as the evening. Just like we would cook them on the fire in England. I have now made bread with cooked chestnuts in the bread while kneading, inspired by river cottage programme several years ago now. The herb Fennal was one of the main plants on this island  and the Dragon tree, of which it’s sap was used for red dye and was highly valued many years since.
It is a very hilly island, like a bun in the ocean. Which reminded me of La Gomera in the canaries, but out of the two I preffered La gomera.The vibrational energy of the place from a clairvoyants point of view was not acceptable even though we managed to find a wonderful sanctuary up in the hills.
This place was not our original destination, but it has great charm and an old fashioned air abou the place. All the staff are really superb and nothing is too much trouble. The elegance of this five star hotel/manshion let me tell you it is like sharing a secret hide away here. Quinta Da bela Vista, the peaceful, tranquill place on the hill. Not like the hectic , smelly place we were sold by our travel agent. Down in funchal. This is definetly the place to holiday. Superb catering facilities. Breakfast offers fresh fruit, cereal, breads of all countries, English and German style food. With Potugese fresh coffe or tea. Plus many juices beyond your imagination.
Later in the day is a four course meal available from 7:30pm. Oh la la .A starter to tantilise your taste buds, followed by fresh soup. Then the delight of the main course. Finished with a sweet. After having a go at finding a paletable wine here. A bit difficult, and expensive. We asked the head waiter. He knew what we wante and yes it was expensive at £15 a bottle but hey we were on holiday and we only drink a glass in one evening.
After a while we found our way down to the evening bar for a cup of tea as we socialised with other guest. It was really lovely.
We could hear the sound of the cruise ships when they docked and left the harbour from the terrace. Saturday and Sunday nights we also heard the sounds of explosives from the army practiseing in the hills above us. Fireworks went off too as each little village had seperate celebrations over the year.