Over the years I had heard of people seeing number formations or sequences that were supposed to have a hidden meaning.  Those were the days when I took anything remotely “out there” with a pinch of salt.  That was until it started to happen to me.

The timing of me seeing my first set of numbers: 11.11 or 111 or 1111 was very apt indeed.

It started as my business started to step up a notch.  I had just met Alex, my friend and business partner and coincidently, she also started to noticed these sequence of numbers everywhere.

When I say everywhere I mean EVERYWHERE.  When I posted an important announcement about my business on Facebook, I didn’t even look at the time, it was 11.11am (I now purposely post most scheduled updates at this time).

I would wake up in the night and look at my watch, the digital display clearly saying 11.11pm.

I would have exactly £111.11 in my bank balance snapshot.  Whenever I got to that time of day, I would just look at the clock and there it was.  I would see it on signs, or written somewhere, or it would be the exact number of website visitors I had in the month of November, 111 exactly.

It was getting so obvious that Alex and I would start messaging each other examples and photo shots of the 11.11 or 111 connections.  When Alex went on her worldly travels in January of this year, her seat formation number was 11, on row 11.

So why are we seeing this number?

I googled it to try and find out and gathered that it is a sign from the Universe, or even the angels themselves, telling us that now is the time to begin the manifestation of our dreams.

I knew my spirit team were trying to tell me something, the signs were just too strong.  There were too many incidences of me seeing the number 11.11.

Then, once my treatment room was finished and I started to have clients come to me and decided that 2019 was the year that I really wanted to focus on my love of the tarot and mediumship (as well as my holistic therapies) I stopped seeing 11.11. I started to see 22.22 or 222 or 2222.

This was news to me.  I had always known about 11.11.  I had no idea about 22.22.  What was this all about?

Last week, I was scrolling through my Kindle library and was drawn to a book that I purchased ages ago by Kyle Gray called “Raise Your Vibration”.  I had bought it because I thought it would be a helpful read for my energy work.  What I didn’t realise is that it would tell me exactly what I wanted to know about the number system.

It turns out that these numbers that are a sign from the Universe start at 11.11 then work up 22.22 (of course, why didn’t I realise that?) then 33.33 to 44.44 and so on.

There is no coincidence here that this year I feel different, I feel ready to help others in a way that I probably wasn’t ready for last year.  I have started taking so much more care of myself so I can be a living example of how good self-care can help us to achieve our dreams.  I want to practice what I preach.  As soon as I started to do this, I started to see 22.22.  It’s almost as if we are in a school of spirituality and once we start realising that, we progress onto the next level.

Here is Karl’s brilliant definition of the numbers, as quoted from his book “Raise Your Vibration”:


When you receive your 11:11 message, you are literally in touch with the divine.  You are connecting to everyone/thing that ever was, is and will be. And as you are connecting to that frequency, it’s important to focus your thoughts on something that is contributing to the growth, healing and nurturing of the world.



When two number 2s face each other, they create a love-heart shape.  I call the 2s facing each other “swans of love”, as they look like swans swimming across a lake.  When you see this, it is the universe encouraging you to acknowledge the deep love that is within you.


So there you have it, something that I thought twenty years ago was a load of rubbish started to happen to me.  It is undeniable.  The signs are there, the angels are there, the spirit team are there, the UNIVERSE is there.

I’m excited to be in the school of spirituality and can’t wait to go to each new level, learning more about myself, others and the world around me.

Wonderful and exciting times are ahead for all of us if we truly believe there is magic and miracles in our lives.

Until next time,


Paying It Forward


Those three words were the buzzwords of 2018 it seems, a simple statement that means, do something for someone else, for free, without conditions, out of your own kind-heartedness.

Even better, doing something for someone else and not telling anyone about it is up there with paying it forward godliness.

I’m not sure if this counts, as I am about to tell you about it (be it around twelve years later) but it’s a nice story to share and in my opinion is an example of “paying it forward”.

I start my story on a hot summers day, on a Sunday afternoon.  I was walking along Station Road, which is a long road that joins the Old Harlow Town shopping precinct to you guessed it, the Old Harlow Mill Train Station.

I was making my way to my then boyfriends house.  We didn’t live together at this stage in our lives, he still lived in his family home which garage backed right on to Station Road.

As I made my way down the hill I noted a coach pull up and drop off some teenagers.  My attention was drawn to a tall and slim dark-skinned young boy, who I guessed was probably around sixteen, pulling his heavy suitcase behind him.

All the other kids appeared to know exactly where they were going and headed off in the same direction.  The boy stood still for a second and then thumbed around for a piece of paper in his pocket. I saw him look at the paper with a confused expression and then he caught my eye contact as I walked past.

I felt an urge to make sure he was ok.  I don’t know where it came from, but I made an assumption that he had just been dropped off here and didn’t have a clue where he was.  I walked over to him.

“Are you ok?  Do you need some help?” I asked.  He looked so shy and awkward, my heart went out to him.  He pushed the paper into my hand and said “Hotel?”.  I realised that the poor thing didn’t speak a word of English and felt a panic that he had no-one here to guide him, he had probably just landed at the airport and was trying to find his accommodation!

I read the name of the hotel and realised that it was the very other ends of the town, in fact, the coach would have driven past it as it came off the motorway.  He would have to get a taxi or a bus.  I decided that to try and get him to understand a taxi may be too challenging and knew there was a bus stop at the top of the hill.

“You need a bus to take you to the other side of town for that Hotel, go up there, to the bus stop,” I said, handing him back the paper.  He nodded sheepishly and started to walk along the way I had pointed.

As I walked on by myself, in the other direction, I felt a pang of guilt in the pit of my stomach.  How much help was that exactly?  It was terrible to be fair.  How would he know what bus route to take when he couldn’t’ even speak English?   Also to add, it was a Sunday so who knows when the next bus was going to arrive??  It was so hot, that heavy case that he was carrying…………the poor thing!

As I got to Craig’s gate, I still couldn’t’ stop thinking about the boy.

Craig was quite happily and contentedly cleaning his car in the back garden when I approached the gate.  I knew what I had to do.

“Craig, can I ask a massive favour?” I said after we said our hello’s.

He shot me a look that pained him before he even knew what I was going to ask, couldn’t’ I see now wasn’t the time for favours?

“I have just met a young lad that has literally been dropped into the country, he doesn’t speak English, he doesn’t know where he has to go, he is waiting for a bus with the biggest suitcase you have ever seen and I just don’t think the poor thing will make it to the hotel.  Can we jump in the car and pick up and take him to the hotel?”.

Craig didn’t need to answer just then.  His facial expression said it all.  It said “are you having an absolute laugh?” caught between “well if I don’t do this I’m going to look like a right selfish so and so aren’t I?” caught between a rock and a hard place……

Five minutes later we are driving up Station Road, much to Craig’s very apparent displeasure.  Thing is, Craig is actually one of the nicest people I have ever meet and there is no way he would not help, especially how I had pleaded for the boy’s case.

As we drove closer to the bus stop I was absolutely thrilled that the boy had found the right one and that he was still there, we could take him to his destination (his mum would be so relieved!).

We pulled up and I wound the window down “jump in, we can take you to your hotel!” I sang out the window with so much enthusiasm I do feel now, looking back that it was bordering on weird (this is what happens when an empath helps, they can’t help themselves!).

He looked surprised, then relieved and proceeded to pick up the heavy suitcase, put in into the boot (with the help of the grumpy taxi driver) and jump into the back seat.

As we pulled away, I knew Craig would not be entertaining small talk with this kid so I decided to break the ice properly but make sure I made it nice and slow so he could at least try to get a gist of what I was saying:

“So – How – long – have – you – been – in – the country??” I asked, through smiles, the type of slow sentence that you use when you are asking for a Jambon Sandwich in France.

The boy’s forehead creased a little and he appeared to look mildly offended.

“I’m from Croydon in it.  On a course”.

I kid you not.  He used those very words.

I don’t know what was worse.  The utter, utter humiliating realisation that I had judged this poor guy to be not only a foreign person that couldn’t speak English and was incapable of catching a bus and getting himself to a hotel or the look of pure exasperation directed side on from my other travelling companion.

There is a morale to this story!!  I love to tell it, because not only is it so funny, but also because it’s a wonderful example of how we should never be quick to judge a situation but mostly, it doesn’t matter if that boy was new to this country or on a work course and was from the heady heights of Croydon.  He needed some help and we did that, we paid it forward.

We didn’t converse much after the Croydon bombshell but he did give me a wonderful smile as grumpy bags handed him his luggage and I just knew that if I ever had a child and a nice couple had helped like that, I would have been a very happy mum.

So do it guys, pay it forward.  Just don’t tell anyone.

Until next time,




Knocking On Forty’s Door

“The Trouble Is, You Think You Have Time…..”

Jack Kornfield


If I look back on my life it’s like a series of chapters, determined by the decades and the things that happened in which years they fell. Someone of eighty would probably read this and say “you sound like you have been around for ages girl, you still have half a life left yet!”.  This, of course, is very true (well, here’s hoping!).  But, as you approach your mid-way point (I still have two years left, I’m going to hang on to these thirty-something years like you wouldn’t believe) you start to look back, then forward and realise with startling clarity that you may not have as many years ahead of you then you have clocked behind.

As a woman, something else happens to you as you approach the start of your middle years.  Well, this is what has been happening to me over the past eighteen months, not sure if I can speak for every female on the planet but this is my take:

Let’s start on the negatives first (as always, I WILL turn them into positives):

You Become Semi Invisible To The Opposite Sex 

Of course, when you are in a strong, trusting and fulfilling relationship this doesn’t matter.  But, this blog is about honesty and if we are honest here I reckon most women would say they do enjoy a fleeting glance from a male stranger or a quick innocent smile from the guy in the plumbing van who pulls up next to you in traffic on the school run.

I once watched a documentary where some celebrity sixty and seventy years old (and quite frankly, gorgeous!) celebrity ladies talked about becoming invisible.  They feel like when they walk down the street that no one sees the youthful pretty girl with that swing in her step anymore, they don’t see the woman at all because she faded into other people, as part of the grey background of everyday life. When you hit your mid-way point you become semi-invisible.  An example, you are walking down the street with your twenty-five-year-old female friends and you may get a polite eyeball but let’s face it, those other girls are far more interesting to look at.  I hope this isn’t sounding egotistical because that is so far from the point of this paragraph.  The point is, you don’t get noticed as much and the truth is, you don’t actually give a damn.  You feel happy and confident in your own skin, so does it really matter that you need to seek validation from the opposite sex to tell you anything that you don’t already know about yourself?

My gorgeous girlfriends and me (they really are smoking hot thirty and forty-somethings!) recently went out to dinner, as we walked into the restaurant making our grand entrance, a group of men all turned around to watch us.  These lovely guys were all past seventy-five years old, seriously they were grand-dad style.  One of them gave us a massive smile and said “look at you ladies, if I was twenty years younger I tell you!”, as the men all chuckled and we laughed back, it did cross my mind that he meant thirty years surely?  Anyway, I for one certainly banked those compliments and it made my night.


You Look Older

There is no easy way of saying this.  You look in the mirror and you see you are getting older.  Not old yet, in fact far from it,  just older.  Your eyes and hands are such a giveaway.  I wake up, look in the mirror and realise that my pillow creases match the same shape as the lines on my face.  The dark patches under my eyes make me look like I’ve been partying all night (I haven’t) and the bloodshot funny coloured eyes could be an alarming first sign of jaundice surely?

Good make-up is a must here, also hair-dye, sharp tweezers and a scarf. All is not lost.

You Feel Older

The old saying goes that when you hit your fortieth birthday you start to develop a mystery ailment each week of your life.  Well, turns out they were right and as it happens has started early for me.  Involuntary noises when bending are compulsory, joints clicking at every opportunity, suddenly your tummy can’t take what it used too, you’re eating habits change, your bad cholesterol level goes up, you feel fecking knackered by 8pm and your idea of a good Friday night is staying in and defrosting the freezer.  Ok, this may be a slight exaggeration but you catch my drift here….. and the positives?  You start looking at your physical body as the temple of godliness that it actually is. I mean it, if you don’t start investing in proper good health by the time you are forty then god help your luck. I for one will not chance to go into old age with digestion problems, bad joints, pain and low mood with cup loads of negativity.  This time for me is all about my physical insurance policy, a lifestyle that promises me some healthy golden years.  I pray it works.  I pray for us all.


Feeling The Age Gap – For The First Time

When the younger ones in your workplace could be old enough to by your kid that’s when you know you are ageing.  When that said younger colleague doesn’t know who Cindy Crawford is (was?) and has never watched Dirty Dancing, has never lived life without an electronic device in their hand and is more of an Instagram person than Facebook….you feel the generation gap.  You become that person who says “you mean you have never watched the final episode of The Young One’s?”….stop talking right there because they ceased following you at “you mean you have never….”.

See I was born in 1980, my counterparts and I are smack in the middle of the Generation X’ers and the Millennials.  I actually love this.  It means I remember life before smartphones and the internet but at the same time, I still know how to connect a wireless printer to my I-Mac.

But what it also means is that I have to develop a huge amount of patience for the Millennial that wants it all done yesterday and with a cherry on top, god love them, they also teach me that you can certainly go out there and grab your dreams by the balls. At the same time, I can hold down a rather delightful conversation with my late forty-something friends about how Dr Who used to scare the crap out of us and when The Great Storm hit Blighty in 1987.


More Confidence

Yes!  See I didn’t know this when I was in my twenties and struggling with confidence issues. I generally thought that you are born confident.  Turns out that you are not and self-esteem, inner confidence and self-assurance come with your life experiences and age.  Now here’s the thing, it helps bucket loads if you pushed yourself out of the old comfort zone, the more you do that, the more all those good things listed above begin to grow and life starts to feel pretty damn good.

Talking of comfort zones.  I see this happening to (myself) and others around me when they approach their halfway life point.  The comfort zone comes into play big style here and it goes either way: you either stay firmly in it, habit and pretty much your own lifetime of running away from anything remotely risk-taking envelopes you and starts to set deep into your consciousness.  If that’s where you have enjoyed being for so long, that’s where you will damn well stay. For others, something quite extraordinary happens.  The individual realises that it’s now or never.  Those dreams are not going to manifest themselves (well perhaps with a good vision board but I digress) – the comfort zone gets truly outed.  The person generally has a mini breakdown (often coined the mid-life crises) and in some form or another rises from the ashes braver, calmer and ready to take on the world.  Statistics say that in your forties that should be the peak of your career, the most money you will earn in your career (if you have one) and if you don’t have one, it should be the time when you evaluate your life, what you are doing, how you feel, what you want?  Time isn’t on your side like it was in your twenties.  I implore you, if there is a burning desire to do something, start it now, if anything, just start it and see where that journey takes you.

More “I don’t give a sh@t”

I leave the best one until last.  At this age you are fully aware that you are getting older, you can see that by looking at your neighbour’s kid that you thought was about four years old and it turns out they just got their provisional drivers license.  You look at your parents and understand acutely that your time is limited now with them, that they are struggling in ways in which you will one day find out too.  You look at your child and realise that as they grow into this wonderful human being, that you grow too, feel changed in a way that you never expected and start understanding the advice that was given to you by (in my case, women) that are around fifth teen years older than me.

I suddenly don’t care about offending anyone by saying no.  I would rather spend my time with quality relationships than just going out for the sake of it.

I am happy to embrace a new stage in my life, I would rather be older than younger, having to get on the property ladder, having to start my career all over again, the beauty is I still have time to do that now if I want too (in fact, I already did).

The best thing is I don’t get anxiety as much anymore either, because I can’t remember what I was worried about, my memory is starting to fail – happy days!

Until next time,



My father-in-law Tony died on 25t March 2007.  Even though he had been unwell for eight months before he died, it was still such an awful shock to the family, with a rapid decline in his health that felt like it happened overnight.

Tony was a special man, a true gentleman in every sense of the word, a kind heart, who had a warmth that emanated from him, he also gave the best hugs!  I only had seven years with him, in fact, he has been gone longer than I knew him for, I really do miss him.

So much has taken place since he passed.  Craig and I got married, we moved house, we had a little girl. Sometimes, my husband is so sad about the fact that Tony has missed so much, especially seeing Ariane grow into the wonderful little girl she is now at six years old.  This he feels is a fact, Tony has missed it all.  I disagree.

I feel like Tony is always watching Ariane, is around us more than we actually appreciate.  Although in the twelve years since he died, I’ve seen many mediums and also had my own spiritual experiences which I have written about in these blog posts, I would receive messages from all my different loved ones who have passed and also have visitation dreams of grandparents but never in all those years would I hear a thing from Tony.

I would wonder about this, he just felt so “distant”.  Like the others find it easy to penetrate our energy field however Tony finds it more of a challenge for some reason I can’t explain. Once, during a disagreement with Craig about his views on the afterlife (i.e. there is no afterlife) he snapped that it was very convenient that the one person he was closest too that has died is the one person I can’t appear to connect too……….he had a point.

I did have a friend, who is also a medium pick up on him one time after I told her that Tony never comes through.  She got some great evidence when she connected to his spirit and asked me about the French Fancy cakes that he would offer me when I went to his house which was accurate.

A few years after that and still no contact from Tony, we were practising mediumship platform work during our Monday night Circle Class.  One of the fledgeling mediums who was due to do her first platform work that following week, took to the floor for some practice. This is what happened as she started to link in with spirit:

“I have a dog here, a bulldog type, like Staffy, Brindle and he is with a gentleman, can anyone take it?”.

I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.  Tony had a Staffordshire Bull Terrier called Cooper, brindle in colour, that was the family pet but was actually my husband’s dog who passed away three years after Tony did.  I was particularly close to Cooper and as soon as the medium (who was relatively new to the class and knew nothing about Tony or Cooper) mentioned these two together, I realised with excitement that this could be Tony.  No one else in the room could take the pairing so I raised my hand.

“He is so emotional to be here Tanya, he is saying to me that he has always found this hard, that it doesn’t come easily to him to reach out to you, hence why he brought the dog, for some reason that makes it easier for him.  He is really quite emotional at the moment, he must have been an emotional man (this is correct).  He is saying that he has two sons (correct) but never had a daughter, however, he now has a little granddaughter (correct).  He wants to thank you, in particular, Tanya for always talking about him with her and keeping his memory alive (I often talk about Tony to Ariane as if he is still alive, I include him in everything, like when she is drawing pictures of her family to ensure he is not forgotten).  He is telling me about his granddaughter and saying how well she is going to do especially this year at school, you are worried about her at the moment with school but he is saying there is no need to at all, she will excel this year (all true).  He doesn’t want to scare her but he does watch her whilst she plays with her toys.  He says “She is a little Star, quite literally a Star, the word Star has so much meaning here” does that make sense Tanya?” said the medium.

I smiled through my tears (I had never sobbed so much at class before!). I explained to the medium that there is a portrait photo of Ariane on my wall at home with a star shape and the word STAR above her head.  The name Ariane also translates into: little star.

Some weeks later, I woke up in the early hours on a Saturday morning. It was around 5am and I struggled to get back to sleep.  I decided that may be a good time to practice trying to go out of the body (completely normal behaviour I know!).  This happened almost instantly, so much more easily than normal, within seconds I felt myself leave my body, spin around and look at myself and my husband asleep in the bed as I hovered above.  I flew through the wall but I didn’t get very far and zoomed back to my bed and realised I was no longer lying there, I had disappeared.  “Damn I’m dreaming!” I said and realised I was in a lucid dream and it was pitch black in the bedroom.

“Please give me colour!” I shouted out in the “dream”.  Unexpectedly, daylight was switched on into my bedroom, the colours so intense and strong that I had to shield my eyes.  Wow!!  I thought as I noticed that Craig was now sitting up in bed and Ariane was running around the bedroom.  Outside the bedroom window, day time was in full swing and I saw people milling about and some looking in my room, some that are alive and some that I knew were dead but they didn’t actually realise it.  I then saw an old work colleague (alive) who was walking Cooper the dog, the excitement built up in me when I saw him.

I looked down at the palm of my hands and saw all the lines and intricate details of my skin.  “I’m awake in my dream!” I shouted with startling clarity.  It was another lucid dream, the type that gives me one foot in this consciousness and the other in the consciousness that is home to all those that have died.

Craig was still sitting up in bed and I understood that he was dreaming, as was I and I would remember every single detail of this but his chance of recollection was slim.  All the same, I knew exactly what I had to do.  In the past when I had dreams like this I had called in my dead relatives to take a rare opportunity to speak to them, this was my chance to finally connect to Tony in a visitation dream.

I shouted out “Tony, come and see us!!”.  I waited and nothing happened.  I shouted it again and again and still nothing.  I felt so frustrated.  I was awake in this dream and it was my one chance to do this!  How could I get him to come?  Then it dawned on me.  I needed God power.  God power is when we ask the highest being, the angels, the source, the light that is all of love to help us.

“God, please can you bring Tony in to see us?” I asked calmly.

In a heartbeat, my bedroom door swung open and in breezed Tony.  I gasped.  It was him in glorious reality, not a dream, it was him.  He was as real to me in that dream as my husband is now to me in waking.  He looked around 45 years old, hair lightly greying, stone wash blue jeans and a white Aaron jumper with a red pattern on.  We looked at each other and both couldn’t speak as the emotions were just too strong.  He tried to get words out and he couldn’t, the same for me.  Then he looked up and saw Craig, he walked towards me and brushed past me but not in a rude way, in a polite manner that tapped my arm lightly as his face filled with the deepest tears of joy and love for his son.  This was all too much for me, I couldn’t hold my energy there any longer, the pure emotion of it all pulled me straight back to my bed, to my waking life.  I was sobbing.

As I sat up and wiped my cheeks, I felt like I had been hit over the head with a brick.  The experience was so intense and real that I must have been in such a deep state of the subconscious to maintain it.  My forehead ached and it took me a good ten minutes to settle my energies and feel like I was part of “here” again.

On his waking, I asked my husband if he dreamt of his dad.  He said he didn’t, and if he did, he couldn’t remember. I won’t lie to say that I was disappointed to hear this.  But that disappointment didn’t last long because my faith in that Tony had visited me (us!) that morning was so strong that it reassured me that all is well, Tony is well, peaceful and happy.

It also taught me that whenever you need help or if you want something so desperately, just use a little God power, it will never ever let you down.


Until next time,


The Finder Of Lost Things

I have already written about how I have invoked the angels to help me during times that I have managed to get myself lost (unfortunately this has happened on many occasions!).   But what I haven’t shared with you is how they have helped me and others find lost things, namely, car keys!  How did I find out that I could use angels to do this?  I tried it one day, after we were having a mini emergency:

Chaos before France

A few years back we were packing to go on one of our very first driving trips to France with our little toddler, Ariane.  It was really exciting and my husband Craig had been up since the early hours packing the car boot full to the brim with all our things (it was a skiing holiday, so you can imagine the stuff we needed to take!).

My job was to sort the hand luggage and make sure Ariane was dressed and ready to go.  Ten minutes before we had to leave to give enough time to get to our ferry crossing in Dover, Craig walked into the hallway from the driveway looking exasperated.

“I’ve lost the car keys!  I have an awful feeling I’ve left them under all the packing, it’s going to take me ages to pull it all out and put it back again!”.  I shook my head in dismay and said we must check the house first.  So we went to all the normal places that the car keys may be, hanging up by the door, in the coat cupboard, on the coat cupboard floor, in the coats, on the mantel piece, everywhere!  They were nowhere to be seen.

“If they are not in there we are screwed, I have no spare key!” said Craig looking redder and more flustered by the minute.  “I’m taking the boot apart” he said, turning to go back outside.

“Don’t, just wait, five minutes, I’m going to ask for help” I said desperately. “What?!  This is no time for your woo woo Tanya! “ and with that he slammed the front door shut as he left to start taking out all our carefully packed in luggage.

I quickly took Ariane’s hand and we sat together in the middle of my living room, on the raw hide rug.  “Ok, here goes Ariane, I want you to ask the angels with me”.

I had never really tried this before, in terms of asking the angels to help find something.  They had always helped me when I was lost, so I prayed they could do the same thing this time around.  Ariane and I silently said a prayer to ask for help, as the clock tick tocked away behind us, reminding us that time was running out to make our crossing.

Once I asked the angels I sat and waited to see what would happen.  In my mind’s eye, I saw the coat cupboard in our hallway, the one we had already checked.  But then I was shown the floor in that cupboard.  Without a moment’s hesitation, I jumped up and Ariane and I swiftly made our way there.  I opened the door and looked down.  I couldn’t see the keys.  But something told me to look closer.  There was a black lap top bag laying on the carpeted floor, and on top sat the black car keys, perfectly camouflaged so that first time around we had no chance of seeing them.  I verbally thanked the angels and ran outside to tell Craig.  Luckily he had only started taking out a few items of packing.

For once, he was actually speechless, however I did ask for a thank you!

Chaos In France

It wasn’t just my family who managed to lose our car keys.  Our friends, who we were on holiday with in France in 2018 were due to leave to go back home a week before us.  They were leaving on the Saturday and busily packing their car up whilst my family went to one of the French markets in town.

On our way back, as we travelled along the bumpy, hilly roads, I received a text from my friend Saffy.   “I’ve lost the bloody car keys!!  We think they might be locked in the car, but we have to smash a window to get in. Tanya, please help, we are going to miss our flight, this is a nightmare, we have turned the place upside down, I don’t want to smash the window!”.

My friend Saffy had already heard of my knack of finding keys via my angel helpers and she knew I have psychic ability, I was her last hope.  I suddenly felt a lot of pressure to find these keys. Silently and calmly I closed my eyes as we approached the accommodation.  I couldn’t see anything, my mind hit a blank.  I felt this must be from the pressure of needing to do this for others, in fact, there were other guests that were staying with us, this was almost like a test, I had told them that I was a psychic during our holiday stay and to be honest I can imagine that most of them just took it as a pinch of salt, like I am just a bit wacky!

As Craig pulled up I felt the urge to go straight into the shared kitchen and to look in the dry foods basket.  The feeling to look there was over whelming.  The accommodation we stay at is like a boutique guest house, where each family has their own basket to put their dry foods in like bread for the week. As I entered the gardens, I could see four or five people desperately running around trying to find the keys.

I saw Abbie, the owner, standing at the kitchen doorway.  “I think they are in Saffy’s basket!” I exclaimed.  I walked past her and looked, but could not see them amongst the baguettes and packets of crisps.  I sighed.  As I left the kitchen, I suddenly heard “are these the keys you are looking for?!” and looked up to see Abbie holding the keys and jangling them in front of us, with a very happy look on her face.  She had followed me and decided to look in the basket after I had checked, it appears I didn’t look properly and the keys were underneath the bread in the basket.

Everyone was so relieved, I hadn’t realised it but they had spent two hours looking for those keys before they asked me.  In fact, Danny, Abbie’s husband had been on the phone to friends in the UK in the hope they could pick up Saffy’s family from the port as they were sure they would not find the keys in time.

Danny grinned at me widely “well Tanya, if I wasn’t a believer before, I certainly am now!”.


The Missing Spare Key


One afternoon I was shopping at my daughters favourite store, HobbyCraft. We had bags full   of her crafting materials and made our way back to my car. I threw it all in the boot and for some stupid, unknown reason, I threw my handbag in too, complete with car and door keys.  I hadn’t unlocked the car doors, just the boot, so as soon as it was closed, my car keys to get us into the car were locked safely away in the boot. I realised my mistake the instant I slammed it shut.  Feeling slightly sick as I noticed that my bag had everything in it, including my mobile phone to call for help,  I had visions of myself and Ariane being stranded in the shopping car park.  HobbeyCraft is the other side of town to where I live, walking home with a five year old was out of the question.  I didn’t even have a front door key to get us in the house!  I decided to go back into the store and ask them if I could borrow their phone, which they kindly agreed.  I called my parents who live closest to the shop and my dad said he was literally just going out of the door to run an errand, it was lucky we caught him. I explained everything and he agreed to pick us up.

Here was the problem, I had lost my car’s spare key.  It had been lost for months and as I had the other key, I didn’t bother to replace the missing one.  I asked dad if he would be happy to take me to my local Ford garage in the hope that they might have a spare master key.  Unfortunately, the helpful sales guy on the desk could not find a spare for me and advised my only option was to call a break down service to break into my car and that would cost a small fortune or, go home and find that missing key.

Mum and dad dropped us back home.  Luckily, they had a spare door key I could use to get into my house.  Ariane and I did our usual trick.  We sat in the middle of the living room and asked the angels to help us.  “Where is that key!” I pleaded with them, remembering that I had searched the entire house for it months ago with no luck.  Just then, a vision of my skiing jacket came into my mind’s eye. Something was telling me to search into the deep bits of the pockets.  My jacket had a lot of pockets, but I was being shown the back of the coat. I jumped up and ran to the coat cupboard, the place where it appears most lost car keys live!  I grabbed the jacket and went through every single pocket.  No key.  I shook the coat, then I felt around the back, bottom sleeve.  There was something lumpy inside.  I opened the vent, slid my hand in and to my absolute joy found the spare key!  I must have accidentally put it in the vent and not the pocket and completely missed it the last time I looked.  I danced around with Ariane exclaiming that the angels are amazing!

Help For A Friend

After I had visited one of my good friends to give her a massage treatment, I arrived home to find she had text me as I travelled back.  “Have you seen my car keys?  I’ve lost them, I was wondering if you might have picked them up by accident with you stuff?”.  I had a good look amongst my towels and blankets but couldn’t find her keys.  I text her back and told her I didn’t have them but would see if I could ask my angel friends for a little guidance.

I sat on my sofa and meditated, asking the angels to direct me as to where those keys were in my friend’s house.  It was like I was seeing remotely, I could see her different rooms but then my vision left her house and a map of Europe was shown clearly in my mind, then zoomed in specifically on the shape of the Italian boot on the map.

I text my friend back in a hurry.  “Do you have an object that you brought back from Italy in your home?  If so, check near there!  It’s worth a shot!”.  I waited around five minutes then I got the text back:

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I won’t lie, I punched the air when I read this.  More validation of help from another world, another place! What else could I ask them to help me find?  I realised then that the possibilities could potentially be endless…….or could they? Is it only small things that they help me find?  What about lost dogs………….or people?

Only time will tell I guess,

Until next time,


Sebastian’s Angel

I have a French Bulldog called Sebastian.  We are so close and seem to connect to each other via some form of telepathic communication, there are times when I really do feel like he knows what I am thinking and vice versa.

Seb, as we like to call him, has a licking habit, a licking human habit. He particularly likes to lick me whilst I am trying to do a morning yoga session.  A few weeks back, he decided that instead of chewing on my ear whilst I performed a laying down twist, he would find something else to chew.  As I got up from my stretch I noticed that he had a white feather in his mouth, before I could reach him to pull it out, he swallowed it whole.  “Well let’s hope it brings you luck today Seb” I said.

On that same morning, Seb and I were taking our normal stroll across the fields behind my house.  Seb was running off the lead, his favourite pastime.  As we approached the end of the field that backs along a very busy main road, I made a mental note to put his lead back on.  Seb is usually very good with recall and normally comes back on first whistle blow.  On this morning there were a few things that I hadn’t taken into consideration.  The first was that we had recently come back from Devon, where Seb had the freedom to roam around the green countryside and along the beach, with no cars to worry him or us.  The second thing was that we were now full into the autumn season and the trees and hedges were pretty much bare. This meant that the normally thick hedge that separates the field to the main road was now naked twigs and exposing small gaps, gaps that are the perfect size for a stocky French Bulldog to escape through.

No sooner had I seen the gap, Seb had seen it too, he looked at me, I looked at him, mentally I told him to not even think about, mentally he told me that today he was ignoring my advice.  He dashed and scrambled through the hole, leading to the busy road.  I yelled.  I yelled, I yelled and then I screamed his name.  I could not see Seb.  He was the other side now, he was where the busy main road is.  The hedge was far too high for me to see, I could only hear the sound of zooming vehicles passing at around forty to fifty miles an hour. The entrance to the field was such a distance, I calculated how long it would take me to run to get him, 30 seconds, a bit more?  In that time he would be squashed or lost, taken by someone.  I was about to lose my boy.

I called him again, hoping he would find the hole and come back.  But he didn’t.  I could hear someone walking the other side of the hedge, pushing a pram. I wanted to shout out and ask them to help catch him, but I thought it would be irresponsible if it was a mother and child.  So I stood there and looked up to the sky and said “please angels, save my little Seb, please don’t let him get hit or lost, please help me!!”.

I started to run up along the field and then, before my eyes I saw the black, pounding head of Sebastian, he had found his way to the park entrance from the main road and was bounding toward me at full speed!  He ran into my arms and I swiftly and shakily attached his lead to his harness.  I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry!  How the hell did he find his way back?  How was he not dead?

I walked him to the entrance of the field where the person who I heard walking with the pram met me.  It was a mum, she looked so happy to see Seb on his lead.  “Did you see what happened?” I asked.  “Yes!  Your dog ran through the hedge, down the bank and then toward the main road.  I felt for certain he would get hit by a car but all of the sudden he just stopped at the curb, looked up and the dashed along the pavement, up the steps and into the field entrance!” she said with a relieved look on her face.  I thanked her and we carried on walking home.

I cried as we walked back, I was so shocked that he was ok, that he didn’t run out in the road, that something made him stop, even think about his actions. French Bulldogs are not known for their intelligence skills, in fact, they are known as the clowns of the dog world! What made him turn around?

As we got inside the house and I unleashed him, I thought about my angel prayer. Angels have helped me on so many occasions in the past, I felt sure that they had on this time.  I was soon given validation of this.  As I walked up the stairs, I saw a large feather on the top stair, that wasn’t there before I left that morning.  I smiled to myself and thanked my angels.

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When my husband got home, I told him the story and about the angel feather, my husband just rolled his eyes and said “we have feathers everywhere, you have all those dream catcher things, it’s from that, not an angel, Seb was just lucky!”.

I thought about this and let the seed of doubt enter into my mind.  “ok Angels, if it really was you that helped Seb today, give me another sign, give me a sign right now!”, with that, I looked at my phone as the red notification icon popped up on my Facebook profile.  I clicked on it and saw that someone had posted on the French Bull Dog fan page.  I hadn’t seen a post on there for months, and whenever there was one, I always wanted to see a dog like Seb, but the Frenchie’s they posted were always different colours to him.  Is this my sign, I thought?  If it is, make the dog of this photo look just like Seb, then I will believe!  I clicked on the notification and up popped this beautiful dog:

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I smiled widely to myself, thanks angels, I said.

Sebastian Short – aged about 6 months in this photo:

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Until next time,


A Year Of Good Habits

Without making this New Year’s blog post too preachy on how to set good intentions in January (which is not bad advice to be fair!) how about just spreading the word to say that its worth trying to invite in some good practices to our lives and try to be “consistent” with this to see some amazing results, also bearing in mind that if we fall off the wagon, it’s not the end of the world, there is always tomorrow.  Let’s not be too hard on ourselves with rigid and sometimes unachievable goals, as they say, it just takes one little step to see big results over time……

I’m going to start with me and my plans for 2019 which I must say I’ve been building up to over the course of the last couple of years, finally, could I be at the point where I feel “balanced” on all levels?  I’m talking emotionally, spiritually, mentally and physically.  That means letting go of stuff that no longer serves me, exercising to a realistic regime and keeping weight consistent, eating healthy, reducing bad habits and achieving all the work goals I have set myself.  So here are my plans:



This year I’m sticking to my tried and tested rule of the 80/20 mix of bad versus good, well not even bad, just “naughty”.  During the week this is when I really watch what goes into my mouth, reaching the staggering heights of over seven portions of fruit and veg from Monday to Friday!  Speaking of which, I will also have a nominated fruit of the week which I will chow down on daily to ensure that I get a good mix of different vitamins and goodness from that particularly fruity offering!

We are lucky enough to use the Hello Fresh food box scheme, which now has introduced its “balanced” option on the menu (under 550 calories per meal), another way to encourage good eating habits.  HelloFresh ensures we eat fresh 95% of our week, we have been on this scheme for over two years now and I would go as far to say its life-changing in terms of how and what we eat.

Crisps, cake, puddings and chocolate will be my weekend treat and takeaways will be a once a month, pay day extravaganza.  Ah, takeaways.  My Achilles heel.  Can I do this?  I used to be a one or even two a week kind of girl…..I think it’s a case of having too! After a cholesterol test last summer said that my level was moderately high and bearing in mind most of my daily habits are pretty clean, I’m blaming it all on the saturated fats in takeaways! Praying to be strong on this one……




Another weakness has been caffeine (quite frankly, my only real vice!), so what I’m looking to do here is not drink a coffee on waking, leaving this indulgence until around 10 am.  My drink on waking will be hot water mixed with lemon, honey, turmeric and cinnamon. I will continue with my herbal teas and water through-out the day and if I’m feeling lucky allow myself another afternoon coffee (living dangerously on all levels here!).


I’m currently partaking with dry-January with my husband, more to help him than me. I can say this quite honestly, alcohol is not a pull for me.  It’s a time stealer, headache inducer and serves me no longer.  Don’t get me wrong, I love a (shared) good bottle of wine and great company, nothing quite makes an evening flow better than a few drinks between good friends.  However, I don’t need it and can quite happily not have it if the mood takes me that way.




I have always been into exercise and been a runner for over 15 years now, the problem is that I was never consistent with it.  After attending a brilliant Ayurveda workshop at the end of last year, it turns out my body type doesn’t like anything too energetic and things like walking and yoga will do me just fine.  This was music to my ears and its exactly what I have been doing, walking my dog daily has really increased my fitness level without putting too much pressure on my joints and yoga I’ve finally started to embrace daily again, I have to say it’s making me feel amazing!  So in 2019, the plan here is to just keep being consistent to see and feel the incredible benefits both of these exercises can do.  I think the message here is that you don’t have to bust your balls to get noticeable exercise results, a little but often is all it takes.




Ayurveda comes into play here again as I’m taking the good advice of instilling a sleep routine which is fixed and consistent throughout the week. 10 pm until 6 am is my key sleep time to promote my body to renew cells, heal and get fully rested.  I cannot stress enough how important sleep is for us to function at our best on every level.  In fact, if I feel like a cold is coming, I get an early night without exception and more often than not, that cold has gone by morning because my body has done its healing job during the night.

I’ve also gone ahead and made sure I have booked in regular massage, reiki and reflexology appointments for the first half of this year, to ensure I don’t leave it too long between treatments.  Massage is to help my muscles repair as I am using them constantly during my own work (massage and Reiki practitioner), Reiki for chakra balancing, reflexology for promoting so many health benefits and peace of mind.

Meditation and self-reiki are also key to my routine now, to enhance my spiritual connection for my mediumship and psychic work, most importantly for mindfulness, relaxation and calmness which all equal to a stress-free life (ok, not so much stress-free but being able to manage the stress better).

Not only should I start feeling better from the inside, but a good skin care routine will also help me to feel better on the outside.  I will continue to use natural, organic products on my skin (knocking on the door of 40 now….this is critical!  Haha).


Clutter Free!

I have embraced being clutter-free over the last few years and the benefits this has given my mental health cannot be underestimated.  I love to plan and be organised and knowing where everything is helping me like you would not believe.  Our living space and energy in our home is a direct reflection of our mental health.  Some people may disagree with that statement but I feel the two are intrinsically linked. When I come home and my house is tidy and clean still, it makes me feel a million dollars and having that energy flow well around my house, gives me a serious high I can tell ya!



This year it’s all about quality over quantity, saying no to invites that I just don’t fancy and would only go too because I felt I had too, without feeling the need to explain myself.  Why do we do this to ourselves?  I love to stay in and be at home with my family, I also love to go out and let my hair down, sometimes I like to do one thing more than the other and that’s just fine. I don’t care what anyone thinks about that anymore.  As you grow older you settle into the energies that resonate the most with you and that’s exactly what you should be doing.  Some people get their energy boost from other human beings, others get their energy boost from alone activities like reading, walking or watching films. I personally like a bit of both, depending on the mood.  My mood changes from week to week (like most of the female population) and I will now live my life according to that natural schedule.  That feels pretty liberating I have to say!


Moments Of Gratitude

These are always important, I already practice feeling gratitude but I want to do this even more in 2019.  Feeling true gratitude is when we are humbled to have everyone and everything in our lives, from our good health to our freedom to live in a country that allows us to strive to be the best individual that we can be.  To bring in more of what you already have in abundance you must appreciate that very thing, to understand that nothing should ever be taken for granted.  To have air to breathe, shelter, food and water and love, that is a winning lotto ticket right there.



My faith means everything to me and without it, I wouldn’t be who I am today. I am not religious but I have a firm and unequivocal belief in life after death.  Having this depth of faith allows me to live my life knowing that once we die, it is not the end of our existence of “us”, it just changes form (funny, a bit like energy itself!).

I am lucky enough to have a job that means that I walk my talk so to speak and help others on their spiritual journey.  What I often see is individuals reaching a certain point in their lifetime (often around the forty-year mark, they don’t call it a mid-life crisis for anything) but this also happens in other age decades too, its different for every soul journey.  But what is happening exactly?  The crown chakra is starting to open, in brief, things that used to serve us no longer do, the person realises that they will not find happiness outside of their own selves. Family, friends and work can certainly and will enhance feelings of happiness and contentment, but that means nothing if we feel empty inside.  Self -reflection, introspection and making peace with our inner demons is when we finally can accept who we are and love ourselves and then others, unconditionally.

I hope to bring you many more blog posts this year, especially on my ever winding and enhancing spiritual journey!  Happy new year to all my fab followers and thank you so much for your support over 2018, my heart will always be filled with so much gratitude!

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Until next time,