Photo by Rob Cull
I created Spirit my way in celebration of the awesome power that healed my life and as a way of connecting with people who honour the Spirit within.
At Spirit my way you will enjoy an attitude that nothing is impossible. Why? Because I’ve experienced the unbelievable and the impossible.
And perhaps, you have too!
Creativity is my way of accessing the eternal. My art and poetry are like snapshots of my out-of-body journeys and inner visions – my gifts to you.
I’m mum to two effervescent boys, and with their dad, Rob, we live a regular life in the friendly city of lights, Perth, Western Australia.
Our home, from where I write and make art is my sacred place. It’s surrounded by gardens, parkland, and the sound of birdsong.
Sharing my story
My spiritual awakening journey began many years ago, in the depths of despair of my perceived limitations. I was over six feet tall at fourteen, thin and awkward, with a disfiguring spinal condition.
Although I grew up in an idyllic suburban setting in Perth, my dad, as a boy, was traumatised by the brutalities of the Second World War, and the remnants of his suffering affected me deeply.
From sixteen, and into my twenties and thirties, I had many remarkable experiences of consciousness which healed me of depression, body hang-ups, cultural fragmentation, and intergenerational grief.
I encountered spirit beings and angels and had many other-world experiences – like past-life visions, premonitions and after-death communications, and amazing synchronicities, which offered me a new take on reality and the conditions of my life.
I experienced the divine light and had a guided life review and preview on the spiritual plane, and acquired an ability known as ‘spontaneous inspired creativity’ – which is a very intuitive way of creating – in my case, art! Find Out More
A few things I love…
I love going to the cemetery – in the same way I love going to the hospital or airport. I gain some remarkable insights into human nature by being in these places. Perhaps what I like feeling is the energy of love and caring which accumulates around these sites.
I also love the history of tombstones. Every life lived, has a rich story to tell. I love to peer upon the tombstones, the chiselled words, religious symbols, and pictures of the deceased. I calculate their life span and consider the times they were born to. What had that person’s life been like, their trials and triumphs, their loves and regrets? What did they take from the life they had departed from, and to where did their spirit go?
As children, whenever we drove past Karrakatta Cemetery, which looked lovely and green, with many mature trees lining its periphery, my mum would tell my sister and me to hush. “Let’s show our respect for the dead by being silent,” she’d say. We were always silent as we passed by the dead and sometimes I’d say a prayer inside myself.
Death fascinated me even as a child. I desired to understand it. I loved to see the methodical arrangement of tombstones, as we drove by.