Chronic illness, the light and the dark

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Divine Intervention

Chronic illness, the light and the dark

WRITING BOOKS WITH CHRONIC ILLNESS, WHAT WAS I THINKING, NOTHING MUCH!

‘So what was the inspiration behind your book?’ I sat chewing my pen and had no clue how to answer that question.  I was filling out a questionnaire for a writing consultant and can honestly say that I had no inspiration to write for a living whatsoever.  Weird right?  Most people would most probably have a writing passion from birth or a previous life, lol, but not me!

Don’t get me wrong, I had always loved creative writing and had regular articles in many mainstream UK magazines, but to even think of writing blogs and books was beyond my remit.  You see, I never had a choice, it was thrust upon me in the most weirdest magical way.

THE WONDER OF DREAMS

Divine Intervention

Divine Intervention

In February 2014, I woke up after the most magnificent dream.  I was left in complete euphoria. I was desperately trying to resist my reality as I became more awake. I wanted to sink back into the wondrous pool of fantasy I was mercilessly being dragged from.  The dream was full of angels, miracles, world struggles, heaven and heroes.  ‘It was just a dream!’ You say. No, I haven’t mentioned yet about the fact that I’m a bit different from most people.  Since birth, I have been aware of spirit people, angels and other beings.  I was born into many generations of healers, mediums and psychics before me.  I was taking on a very important legacy that saw me leaving my career as a policeOn the Angels set with Gloria Hunniford detective and travelling globally to teach, demonstrate and investigate the magnificence of the afterlife.  My life was busy but amazing. I was relentless in helping humankind to understand how to cope with the pain of physical loss and understand the eternal journey of the soul.  I worked hard, played hard and loved my life. But oh how the brakes got firmly slammed on that existence!

 

On the Angels set with Gloria Hunniford

ACCIDENT

I had luckily worked my way up to becoming a well respected international medium and the world I saw, was literally my oyster.  But in January 2012, a few seconds changed my life forever. Those few seconds lead me two years later to be single, no career, no social life, homeless, debt laden, bed bound and in the darkest place of my life.  I had been T boned in a road accident by a young girl, that curiously left me in agonising pain on impact and bed bound experiencing the most debilitating exhaustion.  After a year of countless hospital appointments, doctors, specialists and physios, I was diagnosed with trauma related ME/CFS and Fibromyalgia.  I was happy with the diagnosis as I now knew what to fight, but as the months spread into years I realised there was no cure and I was just chasing the next ‘miracle cure’, after the next. Eating impossible diets and drinking every elixir I could get my hands on was my focus in life.  The biggest fight was to grieve my previous life and accept my new one.  I still have days now when I inadvertently find myself on that familiar battle ground.

Me before the accident

Me before the accident

To this.... after the accident

To this…. after the accident

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

WRITING CAREER

So inspiration to write books and blogs? None existent.  I was just laying in a dark pool of misery just managing to get through each day through the numerous symptoms of my particular chronic illness.  Full body pain in every joint, nerve and fibre, blurred vision, excrutiating pain with no let up, dizziness, sore throats, brain fog, depression, exhaustion beyond anything I could imagine to name but a few.  The list of symptoms is endless and like a relentless machine crawls it’s way through your whole being in any way it wants despite any efforts to stop it.

The severity of CFS/ME

The severity of CFS/ME

So as I laid in the misery of my reality crying out to the angels or anyone that would listen, then at the eleventh hour, the dream arrived.  I knew the dream I had just had, being lucid and strong,  was a direct message from the angel realms as a loud voice boomed, ‘You shall write what you have dreamt.’   I got up straight after the dream and literally started writing like a woman possessed.  The first six chapters were laid out before me without hardly taking a breath.  I had no brain fog as I wrote and just literally typed out my dream, recalling all of the events with such a startling reality, it would give me goosebumps with every word.  In fact my head is tingling now and I’m goosing up as I write! 🙂  It also felt as if a silent voice was telling me what to write next, it was and still is an intriguing phenomena.  EARTH WALKERS the first book of a trilogy was finished in a matter of months. It was a beautiful way to relay my spiritual knowledge and expertise, fantasy fiction, laced with subliminal spiritual education.

But it hasn’t all been plain sailing.  Sometimes you have not got the strength or the thought process to write.  My hands and fingers can be so swollen and so painful that I couldn’t write even if I tried.  The delicious part was without a doubt though, being able to become absorbed in the writing.  It was like I could escape the confines of my caged body and sail through the realms of fantasy.  I started to see my writing as a kind of ‘fix’.  I started to feel excited that I could take myself away from my reality and bath in the delicious depths of fiction and fantasy.  It also hit me that I could still help people through my words rather than through theatres, television and workshops.  It was a win win situation.

BLOG

I told someone recently about what I am telling you and they said, ‘My God this is amazing, why are you not telling anyone about all of this, your story?  I could just listen to you forever.’  So a few weeks ago I started my first ever regular blog, ‘ME myself and I.  My Soul Diaries.’  Writing the blogs has definitely been cathartic, I have relived the worst time of my life and through faith and miracles can look back and see how far I have come.  I can also reach and hopefully inspire chronic illness sufferers as well as lace my life chronicles with spiritual understanding and the true magic that the celestial realms can bring.

COPING WITH CHRONIC ILLNESS

My next stage is to start the frightening step of sending my book out to agents.  But if it originally came from a psychic dream, surely it will flow and get out to where it needs to go?  All I know is, is that chronic illness can rob you of everything, but not your mind and soul.  If your mind is positive, your day can be bright irrespective of whether you are in bed or able to hobble around. However, if you choose to be in the darkness, then you will lay in a morbid pit of misery, despair and loneliness.  IT’S YOUR CHOICE!

If you suffer from chronic illness, reach out, ask for help and love yourself, putting everything second to your physical and mental well being.  If you are surrounded by negative people, extricate them from your life.  Nothing can exacerbate your condition more than stress and a negative environment and people. I have also found chronic illness forums on facebook invaluable and have made some very special friends who totally understand me as they are going through it themselves.  The biggest problem was educating my friends and family about this invisible illness.  If I had a pound for every:

‘But you look well are you better now?’

‘If you just force yourself up and push through it’

‘You should exercise to get moving again’

‘It doesn’t help you sleeping all the time’ (With a subliminal look of accusing you of being lazy)

I would be living in a mansion with a therapy unit, hydrotherapy pool, private therapist, chef and carer!  The beauty of my five year journey has been that I have had a chance to heal and reflect on my relationship with me.  I now love myself in a healthy way and refuse to be put in stressful situations, as I know that when I am exposed to difficult situations, my ‘new brain’ loses the ability to cope.  So I write when I’m able and rest when I should and take every day as it comes.  Be kind to yourself and do not let others judge how you feel or how you should be. Stop any of that nonsense in its tracks.

Love is key, to learn to love yourself and to be surrounded by it is vital.  My grieving process is full circle and I now find myself in the stage of acceptance. But cant lie, I do have wobbly days, I am only human after all! As I write this my lungs are hurting with each breath, my ribs feel like they are being stabbed by a thousand hot needles, my lips are full of cold sores, my feet are on fire and are swollen, my fingers and wrists are aching, BUT I get to share my story with you beautiful people and my office is my bed, writing in my PJ’s next to my two little dogs!  Lucky me!

I do hope that one day there may be a cure or this crippling ailment will leave me, but for the time being I shall stop chasing miracle cures, be the best person that I can be, continue to write and take each day as it comes…

Be Strong, be kind, BE YOU!

Be Strong, be kind, BE YOU!

I wish you strength, love, happiness and peace and hope that my little input has inspired you,

Lots of Love

Nicky Alan xxx


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ME Myself and I. My Soul Diaries 5

THE BATTLE OF THE MIND

I awoke the following morning and felt excited looking back on my visit from Julianus and the drum healing.

I decided to get up and get a cup of tea but as soon as I started to lift my head, I felt like I was wearing a suit of armour with my head banging like an incessant drum (pardon the pun!) so I laid back down again.

EVERY morning you get the same quiz show challenge.  It’s called ‘What’s wrong with my body today.’  No matter how happy you feel when you first open your eyes you get a vicious reminder of your chronic condition within minutes. That’s why you can NEVER make plans as you never know what you are going to wake up like. I have lost count of the times I have cancelled things because of my game show existence.

ME with ME

 

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Invisible disease?

This was a picture of me one morning when I woke up and couldn’t open my eye. It was like a ninja had popped stealthily in during the night and punched me in the face!  I had blurred vision anyway so couldn’t see a thing. I just wanted to show you that this invisible disease isn’t quite so invisible, but we never like to ordinarily display these sort of pictures.  The following morning the bruising and swelling and lack of vision disappeared as if I had imagined the whole thing!

So this particular morning, I had light sensitivity where it felt like the sun was about a centimetre from my face, ringing in my ears, a banging head, every single muscle and joint was singing in pain and I felt like my lungs were too tired to inflate and deflate.  This is when the panic attacks start as you feel you can’t breathe properly.  There are at least 200 symptoms to this condition and I think over the last five years I have experienced every single one of them.  So I nearly sank into my dismal existence of sadness, misery and futility.

But something changed that morning, there was a tiny flicker of hope that could possibly fan into a bigger hungry flame if I let it. So rather than cry or start screaming how unfair it all was, I thought, ‘Sod it, if it’s a DVD day then so be it!’ I found a sort of calm or acceptance of it all.  You will find that chronic illness sufferers have watched every single thing that can be shown on screen. We are like starved animals craving the next meaty morsel on the screen to carry us away from our mundane existence.  We are the best film, TV and show critics in the world as when you are house/bed bound most days, there is simply nothing else to do. Films and box sets become a part of your life.  They provide escapism and a fantasy of living in the life of what you are watching. It’s a great distraction.

Oh come on, there’s nothing like a bit of img_8326indulgence 😉 Daryl helped me through many bad days lol!

 

 

TRICK OF THE MIND

 

I started to see a little bit of clarity.  I started to see that I was the pilot of my own mind, I could plummet into a valley screaming ‘MAYDAY’ or soar into the expanse of a never ending sky.

I remember once Julianus saying to me, ‘You are so tunnel visioned when human! It is simple, no matter what happens on the Earth plain you have two choices, to either walk in the desert, forever uncomfortable starving and thirsty, or you can walk in the oasis in the shade with the delights of thirst and hunger sated and a pool to dive in. Why do you all choose the desert when life gives you a challenge?’

Why walk in the desert?

Why walk in the desert?

 

 

 

 

 

No comparison really is there?

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It was then that I realised that as I almost started to get a bit of self pity a past simple observation of human life from Julianus hit me so clearly then and there.  Was I getting back the direct line I had always heard from above?  I hoped so as there is nothing worse than feeling alone with no inner voice guiding and nurturing you.

 

THE FLIGHT OF THE BUMBLE BEE

 

I then started to hear a humming sound and thought with despair that my ears were getting worse! I would like to add at this juncture that the reason I knew my symptoms on that exact day was because I used to keep a chronic illness app and recorded my symptoms daily to try and find a pattern. It proved to be about as useful as a trap door in a canoe for me but I know that it has helped others! The word that comes to mind is UNPREDICTABLE!  There is no logic to what your brain and central nervous system decide to do every morning.  No chart or pattern on an app explained my raging symptoms or how to prevent relapse.  To be honest though, my relapses were permanent.

So this incessant humming grew louder and I raised my weary head up to see what the hell it was.  I tottered around like a 90 year old trying to find the source when I realised that it was a bumble bee caught in the net curtain. I thought this as a bit odd as I certainly hadn’t had the window open, it was February! I also hadn’t heard the bee before that at all.  So I got a bit of paper and gently let the bee out of the window.

Nothing unusual in that you say!

How about the fact that the three following mornings there was a bumble bee again buzzing merrily in my ears that I had to rescue each consecutive day?  Four days in a row! It was only on the fourth day that it twigged.

 

ANIMAL TOTEM

 

Animal totems are something I was introduced to years ago after I had a meditation and one of my other guides Khan (I will introduce him to you another day) kept putting a bear skin over me with the head still intact.  I have to say that when I met him, my heart sank, he was a Native American, ‘Oh good God,’ I thought, ‘Everyone has Native American guides!’ It was later explained to me by Khan, that the Native American race had such a vast population of spiritual light workers in the past and now that of course a lot of us mediums and healers were going to be lumbered with them, how quaint!

Anyway, bear skin, I bloody hated it, but it went on for weeks and weeks.  Then one of my students said to me, ‘He must be making you aware of your current spirit animal totem.’ Bit embarrassing I know I should have known as the tutor, but if you know me, you know I NEVER have and never will read up to learn about spiritual and angelic phenomena.  I get it straight from upstairs and will only read something if I need to understand it more.

So when my student brought an animal totem book in the following week, I raced straight for the bear page and was totally gob smacked. The message that the bear brought was like a personal reading for me.  As soon as I had acknowledged the bear totem, Khan never placed it on me again. It’s a very Native American based phenomena it seems, animal totems are exceptionally important to them.

When an animal or insect repeatedly shows itself to you in an unnatural way, then google it, trust me you will be amazed.

I was never much of a believer in it but when it starts to enter your life all reasonable explanation goes out the window, they literally will stay with you until you get the message! I have had robins follow me home, a sparrow hawk sit on my door handle staring at me, a dragon fly land on my lap and stay there for 20 minutes, butterflies landing on my face and staying there, I could go on and on.  The most recent one was the 5 Feb, the anniversary of my dad’s passing.  I had just realised the date and said out loud, ‘You are a bit lazy dad you normally do something on your anniversary!’ Within a second a buzzard landed on the hedge next to me and just stared right into my soul.

I merely answered ‘Ok that was good, love you!’ I then googled the meaning of a buzzard, it made perfect sense.

Your spirit loved ones can also send animals as a sign from them. From my experience the favourites are butterflies, robins, dragonflies, lady birds or sometimes their favourite animal.  But remember they have to act unnaturally or visit on a certain time regularly or in the most unusual circumstances to be a totem.  Keep a look out!

So back to the bumble bee. This was it’s message:

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‘All bumble bees are productive, they stay focused on whatever they are doing and do not get side tracked.  We are being reminded to slow down, smell the flowers and taste the sweet nectar of life.  If your energy is scattered the bumblebee can show you how to focus once more.’

 

So the message was simple, to start to appreciate the finer things in life and to stay focused on the positive and the way forward.  I will never forget those four bumblebees as they did help me to bring my mind back to positivity when I found myself starting to slip down the treacherous ravine that lead to nothing but a ghostly darkness in it’s merciless pit.

It didn’t always work, sometimes I was beyond grief and despair and would isolate and hibernate, in fact I still do.  I’m doing it right this very minute in fact, I have no energy to speak or communicate with anyone, so I write slowly and surely, until I am too exhausted to type.  But now I don’t feel guilty about it, I need my time alone until I heal and feel strong enough to start communicating again, all of my close friends understand, but there’s one particular one (Nicky!) who gives me a four day pass then demands a reply to make sure I’m ok.  Whether I’m crying, talking gibberish because my brain isn’t working, or just answering in one word answers, she understands.  She is the only one that gets away with it, lol.  I no longer see these dark days as a failure, I respect them as healthy grieving days and a way of exercising my boundaries and needs to regroup, look at my options and heal.

 

So my little bumble bees helped me to see the positive in every little thing, which I never did before, I was far too busy.  Now I sit and watch the birds eating away at their bird table, or I watch the logs burning for hours in the fireplace, breath in the smell of the fields or the view of Glastonbury Tor, or I write, taking myself into my world of fantasy and escapism and of course the world of box sets!  I saw a gift in my illness that I had never appreciated before, the chance to stop, relax and reflect on the past and discover a new me.  Perhaps I was not only being stripped bare of my old life and my material world, I was being stripped bare of everything that was morosely clinging to my spirit like a strangling vine, choking my life force within an inch of it’s life.

 

BOOT CAMP

 

The next year was a revelation and a mountainous trek, I was not prepared for the healing that my soul decided to initiate.  It was like the spiritual boot camp from hell.  I was going to be dragged through every trauma of my life once and for all and have it exorcised.  It took me to the extremities of my mind, body and soul, but as all exorcisms do, the demons were finally starting to pack their bags, steal the towels and check out!

I was also not prepared in any way, that as the tangled threads unwound, how much I could truly experience the pure power of the spirit world and the angel realms.

‘Let us rise up and be thankful, for if we didn’t learn a lot today, at least we learned a little, and if we didn’t learn a little, at least we didn’t get sick, and if we got sick, at least we didn’t die; so let us all be thankful’

Buddha


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Nicky Alan

ME myself and I. My Soul Diaries 4

THE ARRIVAL OF MIRACLES

Hi everyone,
Wow so far there has been such a huge response to my blog, of that I am overwhelmed and truly thankful! Quite a few of you have suggested that I make my story into a book. It’s already been started a while back. Like EARTH WALKERS I have decided to integrate my experiences with fiction to create THE DARK KNIGHT OF MY SOUL. It will be a chick lit comedy taking the character on a journey similar to mine but I will also be putting in some hilarious anecdotes of my time as a working medium. I don’t want it to be too miserable, so I am writing it with a lot of img_5012humour filled with inspiration, tears and laughter. I’m hoping that you will love it!
In fact I have so many ideas for books normally inspired from dreams that my fingers are going to have to work very hard to catch up!
I would also love to hear your comments, there’s a comment icon above my blog. I would love to hear your experiences especially if you are a chronic illness sufferer or want to share how faith or the heavens have assisted you on your path.

Drum Healing

So where were we? Yes I was on my way rather reluctantly to get some drum healing.
I was morose and in a deep depression and did not want to engage with anyone I met at the healing room. I was not good company. Finally I was summoned to the healing room where I would receive my healing. My friend Martine was not only doing the drum healing but she also handed me a bottle of water that she had infused with her healing energy. Water holds memory and I would literally try anything if it helped me get out of my God forsaken bed.

Deep Healing

The healing was deep, it penetrated my being with each rhythmic beat. It literally took seconds for my desperate soul to be seduced by the drum. I immediately went into a deep trance state, it was euphoric, I wanted to stay there forever. I did not want to come back down to Earth and to my miserable existence.

My mind then went blank, I was aware of the drum beats as they resonate through your whole body quite deliciously but apart from that I was in a no mans land where thought,  feeling and consciousness didn’t exist. I felt free.

Somewhere far away I was aware that the drum beats were slowing their tempo and were quieter, a far away thought was telling me we were coming to an end. I recall it so clearly, I could feel a little panic whispering it’s way back into my mind, I didn’t want to go back to my loneliness and Earth life. As my mind started to come back to the room it then stopped and wouldn’t allow me to awake any further. I must have been in the alpha brain wave state, the state we aim for in meditation. It was then that I saw him. The man who brought balance, unconditional love, discipline, guidance and breath taking humility.

He was my hero,my father, brother, friend, family and everything I could ever need, my soul guide JULIANUS.

I cannot recall if I cried out, I should ask Martine really, to see his beautiful face again after so long was like coming home.

Pain and relief

My Soul cried out in pain and relief, I had not seen him for what seemed an eternity.  Was I forgiven for whatever sins I had created to be going through this hell? Had he come to reprieve or reprimand me?  Mixed emotions were sailing through me, my saviour was here standing right by my side, but for what reason?

I think it prudent at this point to introduce you to Julianus. If you have been one of my students over the years and are reading this then you will smile and know all about him.

When I first became aware of him in my early twenties I had no clue who he was. I used to meditate and go to this little shack on a remote island. There I would see all of my family sitting around a fire in the middle of the shack. This grey haired, heavily stubbled man would be sitting in the corner wearing what appeared to be a brown sack cloth habit with a rope around his waist.  He reminded me a little of the TV character Steptoe!

Honesty, he had a very scruffy appearance and I chose to look at him but then ignore him as I said hello to my Nan and dad!
How awful Nicky! You naughty girl! But he said nothing, he would just smile and stare at me. I couldn’t for the life of me imagine why he was always there for years and years not saying anything.

I now realise that I was in the police then and obviously wasn’t ready to meet him and walk my path alongside him. After being retired from the police it didn’t take long for him to introduce himself!

I was sunbathing in my back garden, it was a glorious summers day and I am a bit of a sun worshipper. My mind was at rest listening to the bird song in the garden, I was totally relaxed and feeling completely calm.

I then suddenly felt exceptionally cold and realised I was in a cave. I could smell the damp moist soil on the cave floor and heard the incessant tap tapping of a water source somewhere nearby, dripping onto the rocks.
I started to try and wake up then, but realised that this was an important meditation as I heard a voice say,

‘It is time that I introduced myself, I am Julianus, I will show you how we met and that I have been responsible for you ever since.’

‘heard a voice’

Now when I say ‘heard a voice’ its a bit different from human hearing.
Sometimes they are discarnate, in the ether, like a proper human voice. The majority for me are in my head. It’s like a loud insistent thought that you know is not your own, I can sense the tone and accent easily. A bit like when I channel through spirit people during readings, or the angel realms. They all have a different energy and power, the angels realms is like a startling command it’s quite amazing.

Well this voice was melodic and velvety with a slight Italian accent. I fell in love with the energy of this strangers voice immediately, I was intoxicated with each word.
So I heard this voice and then the rocks at the entrance of the cave started to drag open. I walked out and found myself in a very hot climate looking out at a beautiful landscape lined with Cypress trees.

I asked,  ‘Where are we?’
He replied, ‘Trastevere, Rome’ (I thought he said travesty at the time!)
‘What is the year?’ I asked.
‘1452’
‘Why am I here?’
‘This is where we shared a life together, your name was Mary.’
I then felt a massive whoosh as if I was lifted into the air and found myself outside a stunning church with white pillars fronting the entrance. I looked up and saw the name of the church ‘ST CECILIAS’.

This man who I then recognised as the man who had been sitting in my shack for years took my hand and said,

‘You were welcomed here in the House of Mary Magdalena in this year.’ I looked into his bright blue eyes and wanted to cry, the care and love that exuded from them was indescribable.

Court Yard

He then took me through to a court yard and lead me through an archway on the left. He pointed to the arch and said,
‘Here I write the word of the lord. My prophecies will remain here intact forever.’ We then came out through the arch and were standing by a tomb, St Cecilia’s tomb.
‘This was your home Mary.’
In  the sun I looked to the crypt and saw the outline of my habit in silhouette form. It had a square shape.
He then said,
‘I have someone for you to meet.’
A man then approached me  with the most beautiful thick wavy hair. His face just represented total serenity and love. He took my hands and said,
‘Mary, I am Nicholas, I preside over you and the men in this space. I am here to protect you.’
He then placed a kiss on my forehead, I could feel the emotion spread through me like an unknown heat. His love was infinite.
He then looked up to the sky and said, ‘Come we must make haste, Ava Mary is upon us!’
He then gently lead me towards the church where I heard the most stunning chanting.

Back in the room

I was then ‘back in the room’ as they say. I was wide awake and crying my eyes out. It was one of the most beautiful things that I had ever experienced in my life.
Once I had blown my nose the next thing, as all ex detectives would have done, was hit the google button. It was a weird experience because every time I tried to google St Cecilia’s I would get to a link but then the computer would go down or the internet was lost. I sensed that perhaps it wasn’t the right time, to be honest I was a little scared that my miracle introduction was just my imagination, I didn’t want to discover that it didn’t exist.  Silly me!
From then on Julianus was a regular visitor. He was quite a sombre man in those days. In trance he came across as very foreboding and took no nonsense. He even used medieval Italian and sometimes Polish words that were recorded and translated into lucid messages. It was simply amazing.
But there came a time when I realised, being a spiritual ambassador wouldn’t just work on my word only, I needed proof that he and I existed, so that I could challenge the sceptics with my evidence. So I decided to get a ticket to Rome. It coincided with my ex partners birthday so it was a dual purpose visit.
I cannot tell you the fear that smashed through me as I got into the taxi and asked the driver ‘Can you take me to St Cecilia’s church, Trastevere’ he just said ‘Si’
My heart was beating out of my mouth as he drove straight into a square and stopped.

St Cecilia’s square

I looked up and let out a gasp mixed with a sob. I was in St Cecilia’s Square and was looking up to the familiar church frontage with the white pillars ‘St Cecilia’ written as bold as anything across the rendering.
I think my ex partner paid the taxi man as I just got out of the taxi in a trance like state crying my eyes out.
I walked through the court yard like a zombie looking at everything I had seen years before in my meditation.
I could see the gated area to my left that I knew lead to St Cecilia’s crypt and the archway that had Julianus’ writing etched into it.
I was so frustrated as the gate was locked.

I then walked into the church and saw a bust of a monk. It was a St Franciscan monk, which I later discovered did a Sabbatical in a cave prior to serving God, that explained the cave then! I then went on to discover that Julianus was here in 1452 and did write words of prophecy in the arch that lead to the house of Mary Magdalena. Women nuns were welcomed into the church here in 1452 where they were allowed to reside with the monks.

It was simply staggering. I was standing in a place that I knew so well, 500 years later!

St Cecilia's Church where I lived in 1452

St Cecilia’s church where I lived in 1452

To say it was overwhelming was an understatement. Now I knew why I was always completely at peace in churches despite not being religious.  I had to have incense burning all of the time aswell.  I just couldn’t stop crying. I also learned that ‘Ava Mary’ was what they called the Ave Maria prayer in that time that was chanted at sunset hence why Nicholas looked up to the sky.
‘Nicholas’ I thought, ‘I now need to find Nicholas,’
Reluctantly I left the church and headed straight for the Vatican.
If you have ever been to the Vatican you will know it’s like a house for giants. It is colossal with thousands of people wondering around everywhere.
Well I knew it like the back of my hand even though I had never been to it in this life. I went straight over to a guide and asked quite impatiently,

‘Where is Pope Nicholas crypt from 1452 please?’
The guide looked into his guide book.
‘No he is not here, signora’
‘Yes he is! Look again’ I said, frustration lacing my words.
‘No signora there is nothing here’
‘Oh don’t worry!’ I said very impatiently.

I then turn around like a woman possessed and walk towards this concrete opening with complete confidence and bounced down the stairs frantically.
The second crypt on the right I threw my body over and sobbed  like a baby.
I had nuns coming up to me asking if I was ok.
I then looked down to his plaque and saw  ‘Pope Nicholas V’. From his details I saw that he did cover the Trastevere diocese during 1452.
I was so amazed and humbled at the same time. Previous incarnations,soul guides and everything I had ever seen since a child was real, this was never a figment of my imagination, I had proved it to myself.
After what seemed a lifetime I reluctantly pulled myself away from his crypt and went back up to the main hallways.
Amazingly the same guide came running towards me.
‘Signora,’ he smiled, ‘My apologies. How did you know of his crypt? It is in no guidebook, but I asked one of the oldest guides here and he told me it was indeed down below in the crypt room!’
I had no words to answer him, I just smiled.
‘You are a special lady, come with me!’
The next thing, he was guiding me towards this small shop in the Vatican.
‘Go buy two phials’
Without questioning him I went into the shop and picked two small bottles. At the till the lady giving me my change looked at the coins and said,
‘This is unusual, I have one of the gold coins that are the popes special currency!’
She was obviously in two minds as to whether it should be given to a member of public.
She made her decision, ‘Well it was obviously meant for you, take it!’
I thanked her enthusiastically, wow one of the Popes special gold coins!
I then gave the two phials to the guide and he spoke in Italian on his radio.
An armed man with an earpiece then arrived and spoke to the guide and then they both looked at me.
He smiled at me and then took the two phials.
I had no idea what was going on.
A little later he returned with the two phials filled with water.
‘This is from the popes private font. Take it with you and use it wisely,’ he smiled.
I couldn’t believe it!
I took the phials and thanked him and the armed guard with so much zest they must have thought that I was a nutter!
How lucky was I?
Incidentally I used that holy water to heal my dogs tumour, but that’s a story for another day!

Me in the vatucan by the entrance to the crypts

Me in the Vatican by the entrance to the crypts

I have asked sceptics, very well known ones in fact, about my story, they either have replied they can’t explain it but its not supernatural (?) or I fell asleep in front of a history programme! What nonsense! We should be investigating it all together, this phenomena, but they are too tunnel minded on  proving us idiots and charlatans to discover the truth!
So back to my beautiful Julianus.
He was standing there looking at me with such love and concern as I was laying on the healing bed. I was aware that the healing drum had stopped. Apparently I raised my arm to quieten the girls as Julianus started to speak. I had no idea that I had done this.
Julianus had his hood up, I have learned over the years that when his hood is up it is a very serious message and he means business.
I heard a feminine voice then say,
‘You are receiving the sacred feminine energy derived

Me at the Vatican, can you see the orbs, one looks like a small angel!

Me at the Vatican, can you see the orbs, one looks like a small angel!

from the North’ I had no clue what this meant but would understand it years later.
Then my darling Julianus spoke. If Heaven had a voice it would be his.
He placed his hand on my shoulder. My shoulder sizzled, popped and bubbled from his touch, my whole body grew huge goosebumps.
‘My darling Nichola, do you honestly think that we would put you through all of this pain for no reason? It has to be done to clear your wrong decisions and to prepare you for your next phase of life and work.’
He then held my face with both hands and kissed both of my cheeks. I felt as if I had been  kissed by fizzy, freezing water.
As I felt his connection I then saw myself in a dark overgrown forest. I was far off of the path I should have been on. In order to get back to my path I had to battle through the overgrowth that I had wondered into, so I knew I had a long journey ahead of me. They had stopped me in my tracks as I was in the wrong state of mind, surrounded by the wrong people and obviously I had a new way to represent them and everything had to be put back on track.
Julianus then showed me PSALM 56:22. It is one of his favourite things to do. He shows me quotes from his bible as a quick way to get a message across.
I made a mental note to google it later.
He then said, ‘The healing you are receiving is like lumps of fuel,’ I then saw him holding lumps of what looked like coal.
‘We are stacking them up within you,but you must not use them before you are completely sated and full. When it is time we shall light the fuel and allow it only to burn very slowly. It will not be lit Nichola until it is properly full. You must cherish and preserve this fuel. April 2016 will be your turn around, be patient. Stop worrying about small issues, people, money. It is all on course.’
He then backed away from me with the most loving smile I have ever seen.
I felt sadness as I watched him disappear.
I opened my eyes that were yet again welling with tears and smiled .
‘He’s back, they are back! They never left me!’ I remember saying.
I had a new vibrancy. Not physically but mentally and spiritually I could feel the strength returning. This was the day that everything began again.
The synchronicity, the signs, the voices, it all returned to me on that poignant day.
I felt blessed and at peace. Finally my soul had been reawakened.

Psalm Julianus

I googled the Psalm Julianus showed me.
‘CAST THY BURDEN UPON THE LORD AND HE SHALL SUSTAIN THEE: HE SHALL NEVER SUFFER THE RIGHTEOUS BE MOVED’
How magnificent.
That night I prayed for the first time in years and knew that every word was being heard!
The following day brought the first signs and synchronicity that were phenomenal and I still had the next miracle to befall me. Believe me, it would change my life forever…..


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