The Soul's Retreat

Spirit Art

by on Aug.04, 2010, under Art, Spirit Art


Around 1997, I began to sketch faces.  I had no idea at the time where these images were coming from – all I knew was that I just had to draw them right there and then, when the image came into my mind.

I would draw them on envelopes or scraps of paper, even the backs of bus tickets (the first one recognised was on the back of a bus ticket – by a stranger!).  More often than not, as the features began to emerge on the paper, any person watching me sketch or doodle would comment that the drawing was the image of someone they knew or had known, and usually the person in question had passed to Spirit!

I had recently started to attend our local Spiritualist Centre in Salford, and had just joined an awareness class there, along with my daughter, Fay.  Being new to all of this, I knew nothing about Spirit Art (or Psychic Art) at that time.

I mentioned what was happening to the group leader, Beraka, who encouraged me to try drawing whilst in some of the open circles and the awareness class circles to see if it would develop. 

To my amazement, picture after picture was recognised by the people around me as I began to tune in more and more with my wonderful Spirit Guides! 

Many people who took their pictures home with them would return the following week with actual photo’s of the sketched person, to show to the rest of the group.

Often the person in the drawing would come through much younger than they had been when they passed over, so it was lovely to see any photo’s of them at that stage of their earthly lives too.

I began to work on platform alongside different Mediums, who would work at giving messages as usual and then also sometimes present a picture to the recipient too, which was really nice.

I would like to take this opportunity to publicly thank all of the people who have helped me along the way so far to enable this amazing process to be developed – all those at Salford Centre for Spiritualism – especially Beraka and Fred Kent, the late Joyce Fry at Bolton Spiritualist Church, Kevin West at Waterloo Spiritualist Church and now Tina & Stephen Parfitt and all our new friends at Pathways in Southport!  Also to my wonderful husband Steve and my children, Fay, Danny and Joe for all their encouragement.

I especially send thanks to all the Spirit Guides who bring the pictures through to me, and to those who have literally guided my hand through the whole process.

I feel very, very blessed to be able to be a channel for this wonderful energy to be used, as it brings so much comfort and joy to those whose loved ones come through in this way.


Spirit Art

In the silence I wait
for your touch,
eyes closed,
mind open.
You take my hand,
leading pencil across paper.
As in some strange and mystic darkroom
the features emerge,
slowly, precisely…
Your loved ones wait,
in tearful anticipation,
for the proof
that you live on…

Following are a few of the many drawings done over the years.  I will probably add to these at some time in the near future.




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Forward Motion with a Sideways Shift

by on Aug.04, 2010, under Poetry, Spiritual

To My Mam

Seventeen moons have bloomed and faded
Since your progression
Seventeen moons
With the thrum of life echoing
Through this hollow carapace
That was once sanctuary

Myriad thoughts constantly ricochet
Against the hard edges
Of this five-decade crone
Though impotent fury still lines the walls
Of the corridors of memories
Leading in
Leading out
Muting the blethering babble
Of an egocentric society

Your imminence swathed in shrouds of serenity
Holds back the engulfing tides
The honouring of your counsel
Slowly restoring buoyancy
In the boundless ocean of being

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by on Aug.04, 2010, under Poetry, Spiritual

Amourphous tendrils
Silken, clinging,
Through souls memories
Chanting, singing,
Sentient thoughts
Transparent, shining,
In visual realms
Auras entwining.
Unconditional, always there…
Timeless love
For all to share.


Meditation – the souls warm, candlelit bubble bath at the end of a stressful day!
Note:  The word ‘Amourphous’ was coined by singer Tim Booth from the band James, and means ‘changing shape, yet held by love’. It’s a merging of the words ‘amour’ from the French, and the word ‘morph’.

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The Visit

by on Aug.04, 2010, under Poetry, Spiritual


She came,
As promised…
Trailing silken, gossamer strands
Of every hue,
Each leaving behind
A deliciously perfumed blessing.

From pure white petals of jasmine
To the scented woody aroma of patchouli,
Each amourphous tendril
Softly stroking,
Bringing peace
And tranquillity
To my chaotic mind.

Wings dark as night
Brushed through my dreams.
A multicoloured planetarium of delights,
Gently spinning,
Through my soul.

And love,
So powerfully pure,
To inundate my senses,
Saturating all my fears!
Trickling quietly,
Slowly building strength,
Then thunderously flowing
Through my spirit,
Flooding out the wells of pain,
And ultimately brimming from my eyes.

I had called.
Her hushed whisper echoed in reply…
‘Go to your place of peace.
Shut out the clamour of the world.
Reach into the silence
For my presence,
And wait’


She came, as promised


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Paradise Waits

by on Aug.04, 2010, under Poetry, Spiritual

I remember…








Our world collapsed


and we fell.

Where did you alight?


I feel you

hear you

I sense your spirit


I wait


for the hushed whisper
of your silken wings.


for the gentle touch
of your loving arms

to enfold me,

and carry me back



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by on Aug.04, 2010, under Poetry, Spiritual

As ice assuages fire inside my heart,
And all my years experience fade to dust,
My dreams and yearnings take on coloured hues,
As iron, when decaying, turns to rust.

Of all the lessons learned while in this life,
The brightest one to shine within my soul
Is love, it’s guided everything I’ve done,
Enriched my world, and healed, and made me whole.

My aging body can no more sustain
This force, this personality that’s me.
I only hope this life’s not been in vain,
That as I die, my spirit may be free.

So as this icy death consumes my shell,
I surrender this frail body without fight,
To leave this world of darkness far behind,
As eternal colour lends my spirit light.

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Silenced Citrus!

by on Aug.04, 2010, under Humorous, Poetry

There I was,
In the blazing sun,
Thinking my life had just begun.
When this big brown hand
Pulls me out of my tree,
With no apology
Or by your leave!
My world

I was squashed in a crate
With the lid nailed down!
And we rode in a lorry
Through the middle of town,
Till we came to the docks
And we saw the big ships.
Got loaded in the hold
(Nearly crushing my pips!)
We were all squashed in

Then I ended up
On a market stall
Got squished and squeezed
(Why do people maul
The items they’re buying,
The way they do?)
Well this customer came –
Said ‘I’ll have a few’
Then stood talking about
The weather!

So here I am
In this fancy bowl
On a polished table
Thinking ‘what’s my role’
When this kid walks up
And reaches out,
Picks me up in his hand,
And I want to shout
As he opens his mouth


Directors Note:  No oranges were harmed in the production of this poem!

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The Sad Tale of Polly O’Rennick

by on Aug.04, 2010, under Humorous, Poetry

At the foot of the hill she gathered her wits,
She wanted that pixie – she loved him to bits.
She flitted around drinking nectar from flowers,
To pluck up the courage – she’d been trying for hours!

The nectar was sweet and hallucinogenic,
And that little fairy (named Polly O’Rennick)
Was soon on her way to being high as a kite.
She must get her man before the daylight.

She gathered up gossamer, petals and dew,
And stitched them together – what a beautiful hue!
She bathed in a puddle, made face packs of mud,
And created  perfume from a tender rose-bud

She dressed in the finery she had just made.
She had to look sexy, she aimed to get laid!
The thought of his body now made her toes curl,
And that potent brew had her head in a whirl

All ready for action, she had two more sips.
It gave her ‘Dutch Courage’ and she licked her lips,
Excited with thoughts of the fun to be had
With that sexy, most wonderful, Faerie lad.

But alas, those last sips took her over the limit.
Unaware of the strength and the potency in it,
She tottered and staggered, then fell, in a heap,
And without more ado – she was fast asleep!

The picture is reproduced with the kind permission of Marcus Phillips. Please go to to see more of his fabulous work!

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by on Aug.02, 2010, under General, Poetry

Meandering through
These inner depths,
Mystified still,
At the wonder of it all…
Velveteen heart-thrum setting the scene
For a lifetime
Of stumbling chaos.


Surviving this far,
Amazing feat!
Realisation dawns
Of my own mortality.
Sifting through layers
Of occurrences –
Incidents, accidents, ‘happenings’


Oh, so much heartache
Reaped throughout the years!
The pain of loving
Grasping at my soul,
To leave the fronded ends
In tatters,
Half a century old.


Gathering goodbye’s
From the moment we meet,
To leave behind our truth,
No deceit.
In realisation
That maybe life was sweet,
Was good,
Was ours,
Is almost gone.
Freefalling into absolution…


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Veganism ~ Soul Food

by on Aug.02, 2010, under Veganism, Why Vegan?

How can you say you’re trying to spiritually evolve, without even a thought about what happens to the animals whose lives are sacrificed in the name of gluttony?”
Oprah Winfrey (on her blog, June 2008)

To understand why I am Vegan, please take a few moments to click the following link and read the whole page and then click the links on that page too:  


My main thought on living a vegan way of life is that I have no wish to cause any creature to suffer and die in order that I may live.  How arrogant would that be?  Especially when there are so many alternative and simple ways to live… 

Ask yourself this:  Would you put a human child, perhaps your own, through the pain and torture and suffering that livestock are subjected to in their thousands every single day?  Unthinkable isn’t it?  So if your answer is no, then please think again before you bite into your next burger or little lambs leg.  Many of those beautiful animals who suffer and die just because we want them to, ARE  babies and children! 

We often pray for the animal kingdom while at the same time sentencing our fellow creatures to a terrifying and painful death.  

Just because something has been a certain way for years, doesn’t mean that it always has be that way.  They used to burn witches, or hang people, even children for stealing bread when they were starving.  Today, those practices are, very rightly, seen as barbaric!   

In the same way, harming and killing animals for food, especially when there are so many wonderful alternatives around is unthinkably barbaric to me! 

To quote Gandhi – “We must BE the change we wish to see in the world”… and so, I am Vegan. 

There is so much I could write here, but probably not many people would read past this point anyway.  So I will just add a few quotes from learned people, both ancient and modern, and hope that this sad page may make at least one other person think deeply enough to see the truth – that meat really is murder… 


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Animals are my friends, and I don’t eat my friends – George Bernard Shaw 

You have just dined, and however scrupulously the slaughterhouse is concealed in the graceful distance of miles, there is complicity.  ~Ralph Waldo Emerson

One farmer says to me, “You cannot live on vegetable food solely, for it furnishes nothing to make the bones with;” and so he religiously devotes a part of his day to supplying himself with the raw material of bones; walking all the while he talks behind his oxen, which, with vegetable-made bones, jerk him and his lumbering plow along in spite of every obstacle.  ~ …Henry David Thoreau 

A veteran USDA meat inspector from Texas describes what he has seen:  “Cattle dragged and choked… knocking ’em four, five, ten times.  Every now and then when they’re stunned they come back to life, and they’re up there agonizing.  They’re supposed to be re-stunned but sometimes they aren’t and they’ll go through the skinning process alive.  I’ve worked in four large [slaughterhouses] and a bunch of small ones.  They’re all the same.  If people were to see this, they’d probably feel really bad about it.  But in a packing house everybody gets so used to it that it doesn’t mean anything.”  ~Slaughterhouse 1997

It is only by softening and disguising dead flesh by culinary preparation that it is rendered susceptible of mastication or digestion, and that the sight of its bloody juices and raw horror does not excite intolerable loathing and disgust. ……… Percy Bysshe Shelley, 

 Can you really ask what reason Pythagoras had for abstaining from flesh?  For my part I rather wonder both by what accident and in what state of soul or mind the first man did so, touched his mouth to gore and brought his lips to the flesh of a dead creature, he who set forth tables of dead, stale bodies and ventured to call food and nourishment the parts that had a little before bellowed and cried, moved and lived.  How could his eyes endure the slaughter when throats were slit and hides flayed and limbs torn from limb?  How could his nose endure the stench?  How was it that the pollution did not turn away his taste, which made contact with the sores of others and sucked juices and serums from mortal wounds? Plutarch

We manage to swallow flesh only because we do not think of the cruel and sinful thing that we do.  Cruelty… is a fundamental sin, and admits of no arguments or nice distinctions.  If only we do not allow our heart to grow callous, it protests against cruelty, is always clearly heard; and yet we go on perpetrating cruelties easily, merrily, all of us – in fact, anyone who does not join in is dubbed a crank.  ~Rabindranath Tagore

I just could not stand the idea of eating meat – I really do think that it has made me calmer….  People’s general awareness is getting much better, even down to buying a pint of milk:  the fact that the calves are actually killed so that the milk doesn’t go to them but to us cannot really be right, and if you have seen a cow in a state of extreme distress because it cannot understand why its calf isn’t by, it can make you think a lot.  ~Kate Bush

Nothing more strongly arouses our disgust than cannibalism, yet we make the same impression on Buddhists and vegetarians, for we feed on babies, though not our own.  ~  Robert Louis Stevenson

If slaughterhouses had glass walls, everyone would be a vegan.  ~   Paul McCartney

The soul is the same in all living creatures, although the body of each is different. ~ Hippocrates

The question is not, Can they reason? nor Can they talk? but Can they suffer? ~ Jeremy Bentham

But for the sake of some little mouthful of flesh we deprive a soul of the sun and light, and of that proportion of life and time it had been born into the world to enjoy. ~ Plutarch


Isn’t man an amazing animal?  He kills wildlife – birds, kangaroos, deer, all kinds of cats, coyotes, beavers, groundhogs, mice, foxes and dingoes – by the million in order to protect his domestic animals and their feed.  Then he kills domestic animals by the billion and eats them. This in turn kills man by the millions, because eating all those animals leads to degenerative – and fatal – health conditions like heart disease, kidney disease, and cancer. So then man tortures and kills millions more animals to look for cures for these diseases.  Elsewhere, millions of other human beings are being killed by hunger and malnutrition because food they could eat is being used to fatten domestic animals.  Meanwhile, some people are dying of sad laughter at the absurdity of man, who kills so easily and so violently, and once a year, sends out cards praying for Peace on Earth.

…by David Coats, Old MacDonald’s Factory Farm

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Consider this:  Imagine that you had grown up in a society that killed some of it’s children behind closed doors, but that until you suspected what was going on, perhaps as you got older, you knew nothing of the tortures and horrors that were happening.  Then one day, you found out.  Would you stop buying-in to the sick system and try to do something about it?  Or would you just pretend that you didn’t really know or care and carry on as before? 


 If in doubt about something that you do in life, use empathy – put yourself (or one of your children) in the position of the one in question.  Imagine you or your child as a calf or a lamb etc. They feel pain and fear in the same ways we do.  They grieve.  

Does it still feel ok? 


 For yourself,  for the animals,  for your soul!



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