My journey into the spirit world began when my beautiful daughter Katherine died. I felt as if I had been thrust into a new state of awareness. I had previously been somewhat oblivious to the realm of spirits, angels and guides, and other planes of existence. When Katherine was born my life was a busy one as I was already the mother of a beautiful son, Mark, who was then only eighteen months old. I was married to Michael, a man whom I loved dearly, and was happily living the life of housewife and mother.
Katherine was born with a birth defect known as spina bifida. She was very tiny, with lovely black hair, and as I gazed upon her for the first time my heart was brimming with love for this precious little being. The nurses called her a little angel.
I was not able to hold Katherine in my arms as she had to be taken to a major children’s hospital immediately after her birth for special care. Michael and I visited her in the hospital, only to find her tiny body lost in a large humidicrib, connected to tubes and valves. I was desperately sad at the sight of my beautiful baby girl suffering as she was. At the time, we were living in a suburb about an hour’s drive from the hospital where Katherine was. I remember how excited I felt when, about a week after Katherine was born, we were told that we could bring her home from the hospital on the following day. That night I slept deeply, looking forward to having my family together and our baby at home.
At two in the morning, I suddenly awoke. I sat up in bed, feeling uneasy, with an inner sense that something was wrong. I couldn’t go back to sleep so I just sat there wondering why I was feeling so strange. Twenty minutes later the telephone rang. Michael drowsily reached over to answer it, but I already knew. The worst possible news was about to be given to us. Katherine had died, her little heart could not handle the antibiotics she was given to fight off a post-operative infection. Our baby’s death had occurred at 2 a.m.
This was my first encounter with the worlds beyond our own and one which opened the door to understanding. Katherine gave me this. Before she came into my life I had no knowledge of our intricate connection with the spirit world.
My early life was simple and unextraordinary. I had wonderful parents and two sisters, and we lived in a small house in the outer suburbs of Sydney. We were a very close family and Mum and Dad led by example with kindness and caring. Life was good for us. We felt loved and protected by our parents and we all thrived in this nurturing environment.
The only extraordinary experience of my childhood occurred when I was about three. I remember seeing in front of me the outline of an eye—similar to the eyes drawn by ancient Egyptians in hieroglyphics. This eye followed me around, and as a toddler I thought nothing of it. I wasn’t disturbed by it. I simply assumed that everyone could see eyes as well.
After I started school, the eye disappeared as I grappled with the task of fitting into a school system from which I felt alienated. I cried loudly all day every day for the first few weeks of school. I was kicked under the desk by the boy seated opposite me. He was obviously unhappy with my behavior. From that time onwards my energies were focused on surviving the school system and then forging a pathway to a career in teaching. The psychic realm was far removed from my earthly existence.
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