I was the child who noticed everything, constantly asked 'why' and pointed out the pink elephant in the middle of the room. I was the truth teller, it's a crap job but someone has to do it. I was also the middle child and oldest girl and my mother was one of the few women in the 60's who worked full-time. I could and was required to cook, clean and take care of my dad and siblings from the age of 8 or 9. It wasn't uncommon in those years but it wasn't great either. Most mothers were full-time homemakers and latch key kids were still a generation into the future. As author Richard Glover reflects in his book 'Flesh Wounds', parents in Australia in the 50's and 60's were often self-absorbed, children were still expected to be seen and not heard and fit into their parents lives. Spare the rod and spoil the child was the catch phrase of good parenting and there was no getting tucked into bed with a story and a cuddle to balance these harsh child-rearing rules. I was a very depressed and unhappy child. I grew up in an environment marked by alcoholism and mental illness which nobody talked about then, so to me, it was normal.
I hatched a plan to escape at 17, even though I was unbelievably naive about the ways of the world, by pleading an interest in becoming a nurse thereby fulfilling my mother's dream for herself. I didn't actually have any interest in nursing but knew it was my way out. My older brother had joined the navy at 16 and I guess I was envious of his escape. I went to Sydney alone and never returned home again except for short stays and even shorter fantasies of the kind of love, attention and acceptance I craved but never found.
I spent my young adult life trying to please men to get love but that didn't work out well since the only love I was familiar with was the narcicisstic and self-absorbed kind. I was attracted to cocky child-men who could publicly fool the world into believing they were normal while in private their demons ruled. I was their mother, mostly their provider and support team. As I look back now I find it bizarre the lengths I went to... starving, perfecting, pruning and shaping myself, paying for everything and working my butt off so I could be loved.
I was not good at staying in shitty relationships. I would escape with my children, make a new life, and sigh with the relief of reprieve from the alcoholic abuse, anger, madness, control and moodiness of my partners. I was physically abused by more than one partner and bashed while I was pregnant on my 23rd birthday by my husband at the time. I was never a wilting violet but I was a 'good girl' and my family's response to such physical abuse was to demand to know what I had done to deserve it. After one such beating my mother told me at the tender age of 23 that my life was over and I had to think of my children, that I had made my bed and had to lay in it. Probably no surprise that I spiraled into a depression that resulted in a suicide attempt.
I was good at working, providing a home and taking care of others so I kept the wheels of life turning for myself and my children. I'd learnt that lesson well and there is much to be said for the ability to keep putting one foot in front of the other and getting the next meal on the table. This is why women are such great survivors and outlive men consistently. Women stay busy, putting others needs before their own, taking care of homes in the same simple ways that women have done for generations.
My early career was spent working in health, beauty, law and education. Divorced at 23 with two small children to support, I worked my way through university, studying psychology and history and eventually found my way into the education system. I had no desire to be a teacher but it paid well, had long holidays and short working hours and I could be there for my kids. I hated most of it and frequently cried on the way to school, knowing that 8Z would make mince meat out of me but I spent more than 23 years as a high school teacher.
Then a series of synchronistic and tortuously painful relationship challenges with a soul mate and the love of my life, who sadly later committed suicide, guided me to look for answers for myself and eventually train in helping others. In the school of hard knocks my wisdom and skills developed, as did my passion for helping others change their lives. Having dragged myself out of the pity pit at the bottom of the pond, I became focused on helping others do the same. Working one on one with clients, I developed my latent intuitive abilities, inherited from a long line of very gutsy, strong women. My mother and her sisters were psychic, they had premonitions, precognitive dreams, saw dead people and 'just knew' things. None of them gave psychic readings or earned money from their skills but I've no doubt they could have. I thought this skill had passed me by until I began to baffle my clients by knowing things about them they hadn't yet revealed to me. I began to get a tapping in my right ear when I was meditating and asking for answers and then an energy coming into the right side of my head and shoulders. The proof was the wonderfully wise information that came through me about my clients. Eventually I began to consciously tune into Infinite Intelligence and my Guide, Goddess Ma'at, and I am able to use this knowing in my work.
For a long time I was obsessed with psychology, philosophy, mysticism, consciousness and Awakening and devoured every book I could find on metaphysics, quantum science, healing, meditation, channeling, spirituality and the occult. I am by nature a cerebral type, a thinker with a thirst for knowledge. I was also being guided to study what I needed to know to to fulfill my life purpose.
Clients started reporting almost miraculous feelings of relief and healing from our sessions together. During sessions wonderful insights and healing emerged and clients would experience a new way of seeing themselves and their challenges. I am a humble person and like a lot of Aussies don't like to big note myself so this kind of response from my clients was as big a shock to me as it was to them and an experience I have always felt uncomfortable talking about. But if you're good at doing something, if you have a special gift, it comes with a duty and destiny to use it for the highest good. And apart from that, I am compelled in a way I also find difficult to explain, to do what I do.
In the past 15 years I have supported women to change their lives......... from ditching bad habits, to shedding personal stories of limitation, healing anxiety and depression, transforming their relationships and seeing their place in the world from a whole new perspective. Very few people see themselves clearly and one of my gifts is to mirror to my clients their own personal unique power and grace.
We are all a constantly changing work of Art, I don't believe we ever get to the end of our capacity to grow and expand in this lifetime. According to Robert Kegan's Developmental Theory, science supports this notion, that very few people achieve the highest states of cognitive and emotional development humans are capable of. We are a part of the Universe, which is in itself constantly growing and expanding and as we fulfill our destiny to reach for our highest potential we fulfill the destiny of Mother Gaia and the entire Cosmos. In our own special way, in our own little lives we contribute to All-That-Is and that's the difference we came here to make, that will enable the Awakening of Global Consciousness and our entry into the time of The Golden Age. Our job is to heal ourselves, to do our own inner work, to help heal the World one Soul at a time.
Bachelor of Arts Degree University of Newcastle
Diploma in Education University of Newcastle
Diploma in Psychotherapy
Diploma Applied Clinical Hypnotherapy
Graduate Certificate Careers Counselling RMIT
Master Neuro Linguistic Programming (NLP)
Certified Gottman Relationship Therapist
Past Life Regression Therapy (Michael Newton Institute)
Quantum Healing Hypnosis Technique (Dolores Cannon)
Advanced Psych-K Therapist
Emotional Freedom Technique (EFT)