I was born clever enough to be expelled from grammar school at 16. No qualifications, no hope. Home wasn't very inviting, so I spent a while in a commune, in Cornwall. (It was the 70's, be fair). I learned quickly what the real world, and boring jobs are all about. Further education seemed a reasonable escape, an added bonus being revenge on my old headmaster when I went to university.
Life seemed to settle down then, I worked in Local Government, mainly in slaughterhouses, as a meat inspector, for twenty odd years. I then become technical manager for a business where I was previously based for eleven years. It sounds important. At first most of my time was spent as a lavatory attendant for cattle. Big turds need a different approach, so instead of bleach, and brushes I used a pressure washer. However my main activity now is sampling cattle brains for BSE. I really am a manager though, as soon as there was a problem with the business, I'm asked my opinion, which is usually acted upon. So, in my own way, I moved on from being the original shit house oracle to the brains of the outfit.
That is one side of my life, a rough diamond. A jewel though has many facets, and I am no different to anyone else. I am also a medium and psychic, regularly giving services at Spiritualist churches in South Wales. My beliefs are important to me, so much so that faith has now become certainty. If anyone knows the truth about the after life it is dead people. I talk to them, those I have given messages to, tell me how accurate I am. Me, being me, I trained to do this because I wanted to know how it was done, and whether or not mediums were just very clever liars. I found out that many are, some, though, are honest. I'd rather say nothing, and look utterly stupid than lie to someone about a message from the spirit world.
The final proof I required came in the strangest of ways too. For a while I have been relaying messages from pets, and animals, which have passed to spirit. I have learned another meaning of compassion, and love from them. Something I wished to convey through my writing one day. When I reviewed my first novel I realised I already had.
Along the way I collected an ex wife, two daughters, and happy dog memories. Some times are good, some not so, but my philosophy is that there are two choices with life. End it, or get on with it. If you choose that, and you are unhappy with your lot then the only one who can make changes is yourself. For instance someone suggested I should write a book, I did. Then came the rejections from agents and publishers. My choice was to keep trying. If I have a gift, it is not an artistic streak, but may be just blind stubbornness.
There was a disaster a few years ago, which resulted in my entire posessions being the contents of a suitcase, and a medium sized box, while home was my daughter's sofa. It took me a while to get back to a semblance of what others feel is required. During that time I focussed on meditation, and realised a lot, perhaps too much. Will it come out in my writing. Too right it will.
I also write articles for Silent Voices ezine, and appear on the Psychic Choice internet radio show every Friday.
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