You are powerful, yes you. You may not think it but you have more power than you realise.

This is power that doesn’t rely on muscle tone or physical ability, I’m talking about the power of conscience, the power that you have to make a difference to the life of  a child in trouble, a person in need a community in chaos and ultimately the whole damn world.

So how does this power manifest? Simply by finding your voice, by not turning a blind eye, by not ‘putting up’ with whatever situations you encounter on a daily basis that upset or depress you, it manifests as soon as you find your voice and speak out against injustice, against prejudice and against a society in trouble.

I have lately found my voice and I have made it heard. I have spoken out about child abuse and I have made my voice heard about the constant barrage of anti social behaviour I am subjected to day after day. My voice has made government departments listen and local authorities take action. My voice has impacted on the world immediately around me and most importantly my voice is causing change to happen.

This is not a call to arms to change the world. This is a call to all of you, those who see injustice, those who suffer within an anti social society. Find your voice and make it heard, step in where there is a need. Don’t sit at home feeling frustrated, or disgusted and appalled at what you have seen, heard or been subjected to, there are people out there paid to listen, waiting to take action on your behalf, and more importantly, somewhere there is a child desperately hoping that someone will find their voice and help them and change their world for the better.

I know this may have taken a while but I have been steadily working away adding new stock to the store so now I am able to tell you what we have. I have added some lovely new decks of tarot and oracle cards, in fact they are so lovely I am spoilt for choice picking a new deck for myself.

As well as a huge selection of wares from Doreen Virtue (The Angel Lady), we also have some unusual decks to tempt you.

The Gay Tarot

Take for instance the Gay Tarot, ‘The universal symbol of relationships, the eternal yin and yang, is represented here by reflections and situations from the experience and identity of gay men. This is a means of understanding and introspection for those who are not afraid of diversity.’

The Erotic tarot of Manara is another tarot deck that you don’t often see on the shelves (Over 18’s only please). ‘The master of erotic drawing transports us into an exciting dimension of ourselves and our bodies. Disturbing, explicit, and poignant scenes tell about the many joys of sex and love, secret dreams, and the most unmentionable desires. The cards also contain planetary and zodiac symbols as well as those of the four elements, useful for discovering astrological answers.’ .

The Erotic Tarot of Manara

We have some truly beautiful decks of Oracle Cards, one of my favourites is The Enchanted Oracle from Jessica Galbreth ‘Enter an enchanted world filled with faeries, goddesses and sorceresses; a magical world of possibility and power; a world in which you can weave your future. Renowned fantasy artist Jessica Galbreth and acclaimed Tarot author Barbara Moore have teamed up to offer the “Enchanted Oracle”, featuring Galbreth’s hauntingly beautiful faerie images and Moore’s insightful instruction.’

The Enchanted Oracle - Jessica Galbreth

With 73 different decks from which to make your selection, from angels to witches, you are sure to find the right deck for yourself.

People have worn amulets and talismans for protection and good health for centuries, whether for protection from ill fortune or bad spirits ot to provide a little boost to their health and well being. So what makes a pendant a talisman?

Any pendant can be used as a talisman or amulet for any purpose you feel necessary, however to add potency to the talisman it would be wise to chose a symbol or image that carries power within its form.

For example, it your fascination lies in ancient Egypt and were looking for a pendant to assist you with personal power and confidence then a pendant in the form of ‘The Eye of Horus’ would be a good choice, whereas if you are in need of direction you would be wise to choose a pendant depicting Anubis.

Eye of Horus - Health Strength & Protection

Anubis - Guidance on Lifes Journey

Artistic people, who rely on the imagination for their impulsive creativity will find that The Pegasus of the Stars will serve them well. Whereas those who battle ill health will find respite in ‘The Cross of St Manchin’.

Pegasus of the Stars - Creativity & Quick Thinking

Cross of St Manchin - Healing

Power is related to belief, if you have a belief in a deity or a symbol then by your own admission you are allowing its energy to be amplified to suit your needs. So when you choose your pendant select an image that you are not only comfortable wearing, but also one that you have a genuine belief in or a respect for, and you may find that it really does assist you on life’s journey.

Well my ‘little girl’ reaches the ripe old age of 17 today. How does that make me feel? I feel old. I seem to have woken up this morning with more aches and pains than I had yesterday and I swear I can see another grey hair or two. I think I need to formulate a plan of action.

I was thinking I was doing well, getting my hair back to its natural colour, no trace of dye to be seen. I am quite proud of the fact that I have good skin and don’t need to trowel on a layer of foundation on a morning before I can face the world. Yet I feel like time is running through my fingers and blowing away like grains of sand.

I am told I don’t look my age, which is always nice to hear. I am also told that mediums tend to stay looking a little younger that their years, which is also encouraging. Then again I am also told that most mediums are ‘generously’ pear-shaped, but I think I can live with that as long as the wrinkles are deferred by a few years!

So what can I do? Other than keeping a positive outlook and my sense of humour – not a hell of a lot! Time after all isn’t a commodity we can buy more of, we have what we have and it is up to us to make the most of it. So maybe I can live with a few grey hairs. I may be ‘generously’ pear-shaped, but I’m not at the point where I need to book two seats on a plane.

Life is for living, for making discoveries about who you are, and for learning from your mistakes. At 17 my daughter is heading out to discover her own life lessons, I am quite happy in the knowledge that I have worked through many of mine and have grown as a person because of it.

Now I am considered by most people an easy going person, generally coasting from day-to-day. Some even say that I live in a world of my own as I pay very little attention to politics or world affairs, but it seems that the outside world is now encroaching on my world.

My world, on a day-to-day basis used to be quiet, yes there were stressful times and times when I would have liked to step away from it, but there was never violence, cruelty or injustice until this week.

At the beginning of the week I was made of a parent who was neglecting their child, more than that I cannot say, however ensuring the well being of that child become important to me, so I took action. I am expecting consequences to that action of course, but I am prepared for that when it happens.

I collected my child from school two days ago and had to step in to stop a group of children from punching and kicking a lovely German Shepherd pup that was tied up at the school gates. No other parent that was stood around was prepared to stop them, no one commented, they all just stood and watched, apparently shocked that I would dare to tell someone elses children how to behave. I was appalled at their lack of action. The children involved were aged between four and six years old, and to see their faces, being shouted at by an angry stranger was almost funny. They were obviously not used to being disciplined by anyone, but I hope my intervention will make them think twice about their actions in the future.

I spent time at the school this morning chatting to the head mistress about the children’s behaviour and why I intervened, and there followed a discussion about how she is seeing a marked decline in the behaviour of the children in her care. The children in primary school now appear to have a distinct lack of respect for anyone or anything, regardless of whether its property belonging to someone else or just listening to and respecting a figure in authority. It makes you wonder just what goes on in some of these children’s homes. She described how some children at age four have no idea how to use a knife and fork and insist on eating their school lunch with their fingers, which is disgraceful.

The head mistress is retiring this year, and she says that it is definitely time to go. The enthusiasm to teach and mold these children  into responsible young people is waning, and I am not surprised. My son is four, and has just started full-time school. He has been there for a week and a half and already there is a marked change in his attitude and behaviour. I know that my child has boundaries and that I can reinforce the qualities that the school are struggling to uphold, yet I worry about what the future holds for this generation. It’s a scary thought.

For those of you out there of regularly check this blog, you will do doubt have noticed that there has been a distinct lack of posting. This is due to the fact that for the past week or so life seems to have ganged up on me and kneecapped me.

Well thats my theory and I’m sticking to it.

Since I last posted, I have regained some control over my sleeping, which I am so relieved that I did as I have needed more strength than ever to cope with this weeks events.

I have a little boy, Xander, and he is unique. I call him my ‘rainbow child’ as no matter how dark, gloomy and stormy you may be feeling, one smile from him and he radiates all the joy of a rainbow after the storm. He is also gifted with the ability to see spirit and perceive things that others may miss, which is a talent that I intend to nurture so that unlike me, he will keep the ability as he grows and not have the long period of emptiness during the transition from childhood into adulthood that I had until I regained my gifts.

Monday this week saw me rushing him to the doctor’s surgery and then rushing him into hospital, bypassing the A&E/Emergency Room and getting him straight onto a ward. Unsure of why he was screaming in pain there was talk of appendacitis, kidney stones a twisted bowl and heaven knows what else, there was so much information heading my way that I can’t remember it all.

Being a single mum through the week I felt so alone in having to make all of the necessary decisions and try to comfort and reassure him. Calls were made to his grandpa to collect pyjamas etc as the hospital were keeping him in, calls were made to his daddy to tell him he better pack his stuff and head home asap as his little boy needed him.

So while I sat in the hospital by his bedside awiting test results and watching ever more painful examinations, my father was collecting necessary items and getting upset at the thought of Xander in pain, and Xander’s daddy was making the 300 mile trip home to be by his bedside. I was trying hard not to let my emotions show and stay calm for Xan, whilst inside I was falling apart, especially when the doctor said he was going to call a surgeon!

Thankfully at the last minute, as the surgeon was heading up, more test results came back and we found the source of the acute pain. Now we knew why he was suffering but not the reason for the condition. Still they decided that due to this new information, he could come home, providing I was armed with enough medications to stock a pharmacy.

Thinking that this would now mean that everything was under control, later that evening we were discharged, Grandpa relieved and coming home from the hospital with us, daddy still heading up the motorway to be with us.

Tuesday however saw us rushing back into hospital. Xander started getting hotter and hotter, temperature rising up to 102.2′ and then he started shaking. This was new and scary to me, it all came on so quickly. The hospital was called and he was readmitted and the round of tests statred again.

He is back at home now (Friday), I have a schedule of medications, his daddy has returned to work, grandpa is calling us regularly to check we are ok, and I am watching him like a hawk. I am keeping him away from nursery schiool until I am sure he is stable and in control of himself and as for me I am running in mum/nurse mode, waking up at the slightest night time murmer and checking his temperature several times a day, just in case.

This has been one of those instances when I have been glad I work from home. He has had his mummy by his side all the way through his trauma, hopefully making him feel safe and reassured. Yes I may miss a couple of deadlines, or the store may miss an update etc, but I am where I am most needed and that is more important than anything else.

I think that I am now quite correct in saying I have insomnia and its driving me mad.

I decide its time for bed as I am dead on my feet, then as soon as I lie down I am suddenly wide awake and laying there telling myself I should be asleep. If I do happen do doze of its not for very long and then I end up clock watching until its a reasonable time in the morning to get up.

I have tried all of the usual things to get some sleep from warm drinks to ’strong’ drinks, lavender scented baths, reading a book etc etc.. I have even resorted to some less that traditional methods to exhaust me before bed (snigger). I still lie there awake.  I have always been a light sleeper, my partner has always said that if a mouse walked past the house through the night and broke wind, I’d wake up!

So this has got me thinking. Do I have anything in the shop that I haven’t tried for myself yet?

I have tried hypnotherapy cd’s in the past and they have worked, after a fashion, but I have not tried this one yet. So I’m putting this on my shopping list.

I like ambient, relaxing music too, so I’m also going to add this one to the list. Llewellyn really does produce some beauitiful music so I know this is going to be relaxing.

As far as using some herbs – which I tend not to for myself, no idea why, I tend to prefer crystals. I think I am best off with Valerian and Lavender, I just need to come up with a suitable mix, which I will probably use for a pillow sachet.

Wish me luck!

or should that be from the Loreal Sublime ‘Bronze’ to the ridiculous???

Hmm well I think my first attempt at reducing my ‘Moon Tan’ with a piece of fakery will be my last. despite following the instructions to the letter, I still looked like I had tried to spray pain myself through a set of railings! Streaky? You bet! I looked like an yellowy orange striped zebra. Still I managed to cover the worst of it up (I think).

Ready for a night on the town.

Anyway, we all met up, decorated the birthday girl with badges, a sash, glow stick necklaces and a Disney Princess tiara emblazoned with a large sparkly ‘40′. Just to make sure that we couldn’t possibly lose her in one of those dark bars or course!

Linzi - The Birthday Girl.

The short walk into town was broken up by strangers shouting ‘Happy 40th Birthday!’  Which I think Linzi managed to get used to after the third or fourth shout. A couple of cars actually slowed down and had a jolly good stare – whether this was due to her birthday attire or the fact that we all looked gorgeous I can’t say.

We had a great night, no tumbles, no accidents (well nothing to speak of) and no one wandering off! However Kim was rather taken with two young police men and almost accosted them – to take a photograph of course with the birthday girl. Well at least that is what she said. An Indian meal at midnight is something I wouldn’t normally do, and for someone who doesn’t really eat Indian food (I really don’t like coriander!) I thoroughly enjoyed it and ate the lot, even the pilau rice and I ‘don’t do rice!’

I can’t speak for the others, but I know that I woke up without a hangover. That could be due to the fact that I only had three hours sleep though I suppose. I couldn’t wander around town every week, but once in a blue moon, yes I could manage that.

Well if there hasn’t been there should be. Why? Well its been a while but I am out ‘on the town’ there tonight!

It has been a long time since I have been on a traditional pub crawl, actually I can’t remember the last time as it was literally so long ago. Maybe I am old before my time, my partner says he is going to get me carbon dated just to check I haven’t lied about my age.

But, for a birthday celebration, a 40th birthday too I might add (not mine before you all go awww. I have a couple of years left before I hit the big four ‘O’). She wants to go dancing, dancing! I hope all of these trendy pubs and bars have got their floors reinforced and are well stocked ready for our arrival!

I have even decided to bare my legs for the event too, and so that all of the party goers don’t get blinded when a strobe light (do they still have them?) flashes onto my delicately ‘moon tanned’ legs I am going to attempt some ‘light’ fake tan – another first! It could be that I spray the bathroom a strange shade of orange during application, or I end up looking like I have been dipped in creosote – but I’m a woman on the edge and I’ll try anything once!

I shall report on the tanning success, night out etc when I come round/sober up or can see the keyboard again over the weekend. I may even post a photo or two so brace yourselves!

One of those things that I accept and but don’t really understand or question for that matter, is how I have been blessed with the ability to look into someones past lives. Yes I do consider it a blessing as it has allowed me to help people understand why, in some cases they behave a certain way in their present life. Exploring a past incarnation can also help to locate the root of any ‘unfounded’ fears or phobias that we are struggling with in the here and now.

I have met read for people who have turned out to be ancient warriors, Nubian royalty, citizens of the French Revolution and even an actress and gangsters moll. Sometimes their tales are heart breaking and I weep as I write them down, other times I feel as though I am writing out a screen play as the events are so detailed and colourful. I have been taken all over the world during these readings to places I would never give a second thought to in daily life and have been provided with a privileged glimpse into the lives of the people in that moment in time. I feel honored that I am able to do this for those that ask.

I do not need to meet the client that requires the reading, only a photograph, as it is by looking into the image that the history is revealed. Please be assured that whatever is revealed to you is given for a reason. It may be that you have walked this way many times but only the life with the most relevance to your struggles or needs in this life will be revealed to you, and always with love.