Dearly Departed (6 page)

I dreaded these meetings and the unsaid pressures and tension that I’d feel coming from those present. This particular meeting consisted of the human resources manager, a manager from another department, two other staff members and me. The HR manager made a comment: ‘You’re looking so much better than I’ve seen you look for a long time—has something happened?’

‘I’ve just returned from an overseas holiday with a ruling king and queen.’ Well, the body language said it all. Everyone at the table seemed to move backward, as if to say, ‘Oh, dear, she really is mad, gone over the edge, delusional’. Then I proceeded to tell them that I had ample photos to prove where I had been. ‘No,’ I said, ‘I will not be resigning—I’ll be fighting this to the end.’

Ultimately, ‘the end’ saw me winning an out-of-court settlement and the ability to resume my position in management. I declined the offer to return. I had lost faith in the system and the organisational structure. Why would I want to return to an environment that was so hostile?

There was enough in my payout to rent an apartment, which the sultan found for me and was my referee, and to buy basic furnishings and pay outstanding debts I had accrued while off work for such a long period of time. At last I could fulfil a dream of assisting people with my gift as a professional psychic.

I returned to the Land of the Swords as an official guest at the ‘formal wedding’ of the princess. Yes, she had eloped to the country and place I had predicted. The dress code was strict for a Muslim wedding—long sleeves, long dress. I had put a lay-by on a beautiful burgundy outfit, but money was still tight as my court case hadn’t been heard at that stage and my lay-by was overdue by two weeks and about to be put back into stock. I was very stressed, but Mum came to the rescue.

One Saturday morning, she rang to say she had prayed to my deceased father and told him of my situation. She knew within her spirit that she would win the major prize, $500, at bingo at the local RSL club. Would I come? She’d split the prize money with me and I could take out my lay-by. Yes, she did win. The following week she rang and made the same offer—that if she won first prize

I could buy shoes and a handbag to match the outfit. Yes, she won again. My outfit was literally ‘heavenly decreed’.

I met people at the wedding who would become lifelong friends, and made connections that opened doors for me internationally, with clients and business opportunities in every continent of the world.

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Welcome to the world of media

Words have the power to both destroy and heal. When words are both true and kind, they can change our soul.

Buddha

W
hen I returned to Australia after visiting the royal family, my story was featured in national women’s magazine
New Idea
, and I was then offered my own weekly psychic column.

Questions touch and affect not only the readers’ lives, but also those of their families. Many write on behalf of a daughter, son, sister or friend, all seeking a little ray of hope and encouragement to continue on their life’s journey. Others are looking for solace and messages from their departed loved ones—the grief almost jumps off the page as I read the words: ‘I never had the opportunity to say goodbye. Can he ever forgive me for giving permission for the life support to be switched off? There was no choice, the doctors said he would be a vegetable.’ Or ‘If there was a God, why did he allow my baby to fall into the pool and drown? Prove to me there’s a God.’ And, ‘I just can’t go on living this life—why did she have to kill herself? She had everything going for her. Why didn’t she come to me with her problems? Maybe, just maybe, I could have made them go away.’ And more unanswered questions:

‘I didn’t make it to the hospital in time; she was gone before I arrived. Did she know I was trying but was held up in the traffic?’

Sometimes, I feel overwhelmed with this responsibility. How I would love to answer each and every letter and email that comes before me, but I humanly can’t.

I ask that I be directed to letters that not only aid the writer, but others who will also read or hear and find among the words an answer to their burning questions. Some cover such thought-provoking questions as looking for their soul mate, coping with suffering and grief of a dearly departed, and there are those who ponder on or seek confirmation of the afterlife, begging for signs as proof that their loved one is now pain-free. ‘Did they link up with family members on the other side? Are they now my spirit guide, or who is my spirit guide or guardian angel?’ It’s great when I receive confirmation of this very fact—when a letter comes not asking for assistance, but telling me how, when they read a particular answer in the weekly column, it was as though the words spoke to them: ‘I was able to move beyond the standstill, at last I was free.’

The radio challenge

When I look back on my entry into the world of radio, I must have been crazy! I had somehow ended up working with two of the most controversial, outspoken national radio hosts—it was a baptism of fire!

The words of the producer rang in my ears telling me this high profile presenter wanted a psychic to do a phone reading with him live on air the following day.

‘He’s leaving the station this week to take up a position with the rival network. His departure has created much media speculation as to how his career will fare, and he needs some direction.

Are you available?’

Out of the mouth of babes—or should I say a naive psychic— I said, ‘Yes’.

‘We’ll call you direct, you can give his reading and there may be a chance to give readings to callers. Would you be open to participating?’

‘Okay, but all I can do is my best, there are no guarantees.’

I immediately phoned my mother—I was in total panic mode.

The man was known as being rude and arrogant; he was acid-tongued and hung up on people.

I said a silent prayer to Spirit that I have the strength, confidence and insight to move beyond his barriers and difficult ways to give this man hope and some light for him to move forward.

Taking several deep breaths, I waited for Spirit to come through and give me his messages. I was not prepared for what happened next. I scribbled down all the information given that session. There were pages and pages of notes. Time moved so quickly.

My bed was beckoning, so I leant over, switched off my bedside light and looked forward to a restful night’s sleep. However, I wasn’t so lucky. I tossed and turned, the thoughts replaying over and over in my mind. He was the king of morning AM radio. His following was massive. What if I was a dud, what if he hung up on me? My fledging psychic radio career would come crashing down. I must have fallen asleep at some point during the night, because I was woken with the sound of the phone ringing.

‘Are you ready? We’re putting you to air in five minutes—don’t hang up. He will also ask you some questions direct—be prepared!’

God, how could I be prepared? I may be a psychic but I’m not a mind reader! I was able to make a quick rush to the bathroom and grab a glass of water before I heard the countdown from the ad break.

‘Well, this morning we have Georgina Walker, a psychic, on the telephone. She’s going to predict my future. Good morning Georgina. Do you have some psychic vibes for me?’

It was then that an amazing stillness came over me. I wouldn’t say I didn’t speak quickly, I probably did. But interestingly, there was silence on the other end of the phone line. I thought he must have cut me off, but in fact he was gobsmacked about the information I had provided. You see, the previous night, I received two Spirit visitors, both related to this man.

I told him: ‘There’s a man in Spirit who has come to be with you, like an angel or a guide. He tells me he was born in another country and that he protected the borders of that country with a rifle. When he showed me the rifle, it was so long, I was rather surprised at the barrel length. Having migrated to Australia after the war, he hid the rifle among his belongings and secretly brought it here.’

He was amazed. ‘Not even my wife knows this story, it’s a family secret,’ he admitted. ‘The man you’re talking about is my uncle from Czechoslovakia; he did indeed guard the borders of that country with a rifle like you described. How I know this is that he had it hidden, as it was illegal to hold such a weapon, but one day he showed me the rifle. How could you know this?

I’m speechless.’

The second person to come through was a woman who wore an apron, which was tied around her waist. She had a veranda off her house. Each morning she would have scraps of bread in her apron, and would go outside and shake out the crumbs for the birds.

My subject acknowledged that this was indeed his aunty.

I think what surprised both of us was that rather than predictions about his future, he had deceased relatives in Spirit wishing to be known to him. I sense he was feeling somewhat isolated, maybe even scared about his future, and his heavenly guides or Spirit helpers were coming through to give him reassurance they were with him in his darkest moments. A lesson I think he comprehended that day is that no matter how high we go, we have our fragilities, but also our guides to support us.

Then the bomb hit. ‘Okay, so what will happen with the station and me?’

‘They’ll live to regret this ever happened. I guess there goes the opportunity of me ever being invited back to this station!’

So much time was taken up with his interview, I never got around to speaking to any listeners, but it did lead to a TV appearance, where I ended up giving impromptu readings to everyone there. Talk about being placed on the spot!

I remember one particular prediction; it was for a well-known sporting journalist and now radio host. At that stage, I didn’t know much about her at all. The prediction involved her husband at the time—he would have an incident where she wouldn’t hear from him for a number of days. My guides told me not to fear the worst, as he would be fine and no harm would come to him.

After the show she told me he was a journalist, who travelled overseas for assignments. Some time passed and I received news that he and his crew had gone missing in Afghanistan. Yet the prophetic words given that day proved to be accurate—they were unharmed.

Ghostly encounter

The radio station did invite me back. The stand-in DJ wasn’t really sold on the idea of psychics and what they could achieve, although he did have some experiences with spooky events in his past. The problem that arose between the two of us was the temperature of the studio. Once we got going he had his job cut out, answering the barrage of calls coming through. I can’t recall too much of that particular session, except the most intense coldness I have ever experienced rushed through the room.

With the mics up and a listener on the other end, I am embarrassed to admit, I said live on air: ‘It’s freezing, why have you turned the studio up so cold?’ By this time the DJ was experiencing what I had felt. The colour drained from his face. We both knew we had a ghost or spirit visitor in our midst.

My voice started to go and I started to cough and choke as the presence became more evident and stronger. Worried, the DJ switched to an ad break to see if he could give me some assistance— a glass of water or a pat on the back. We opened the studio doors to allow fresh air to circulate, hoping this would free up any residue from the spirit. It was definitely a male energy. I summoned my own special spiritual law of enforcement by issuing the decree, ‘Be gone now, be gone’, knowing well Spirit would leave as quickly as they arrived. We regained our composure, telling the listeners what had occurred, and like true troopers it was ‘on with the show’.

We found out later in the week that a number of staff at the station had previously had experiences with ‘the station ghost’.

No-one had told us about that, or I would have been more prepared—sage, salt, holy water, the works.

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Psychic airwaves Psychic airwaves

Your time is limited, so don’t waste it living someone else’s life. Don’t be trapped by dogma—which is living with the results of other people’s thinking. Don’t let the noise of others’ opinions drown out your inner voice. And most importantly, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.

Steve Jobs

L
ate in 2000 I received a phone call to appear on a national radio program with the Austereo radio network, ‘Hot 30’, which was hosted by Kyle Sandilands and Jackie O. I wasn’t aware then of Kyle’s reputation as a ‘shock jock’. Later it was revealed he loved nothing more than to have a celebrity embarrassed or a guest squirm in their seats. Tonight I was to be his victim—or so he thought.

They presented me with six photos, one was of Tom Cruise and Nicole Kidman and I declared that they would split very soon. Within six weeks my prediction became a reality. As it turned out Kyle took to me and to this day I say to people that he was the one who gave me my start on radio. I was invited to return as a regular.

Working with this team led me to read publicly for some of Hollywood’s A-list—one such reading was with John Travolta in his hotel suite while he was in Australia to promote his movie
Swordfish
in 2001. I had already meditated the previous night asking for guidance from Spirit for a knock-out reading that would allow John some prediction or information that normally would never have been known to the general public or even himself. As usual, I cut out a picture of John from a magazine and waited as I knew this method of divination worked extremely fast and gave strikingly accurate accounts of information about the person’s past, present and future by keenly opening my perceptive abilities. It’s a spin-off from psychometry, where I hold an object belonging to the person I am reading for.

I wrote furiously, wanting the information to flow as Spirit dictated and I became the note taker. I have learnt over the years to allow the material to flow, not stopping to analyse what is being dictated. Should I pause or ponder what’s given, my rational brain can kick in and the flow of information can slow or even in some cases stop completely. Reading back what I had written later that evening, I was concerned about how I was going to present the predictions without putting John in a difficult situation by divulging too much or breaking confidentiality. That night during my sleep Spirit showed me the movie
Lorenzo’s Oil
—I knew through this example that John would be able to comprehend what I could see.