Just how much damage has ‘populism’ done to democracies across the world. It has played to an adoring crowd of conspiracy theorists, divided nations and, worse, given rise to a type of fascist thinking we haven’t seen since before the Second World War. Yet here we are again almost a century later, flirting with the adrenaline rush of emotive and reactionary politics at the expense of unity, stability and common sense.
In the US former President trump is under multiple investigations and potential indictments, while in the UK former populist leader Boris Johnson is before a Parliamentary Committee for apparently lying and misleading Parliament. In Australia, just after its recent election, it was discovered that trump ally Scott Morrison, had secretly been sworn in to multiple ministeries (along with his Prime Minister’s responsibilities) without his own Ministers knowing about it.
These leaders had many things in common…all have been accused of lying…the Australian Prime Minister falling foul of French President Macron who famously replied when asked if he thought the Australian Prime Minister was a liar…”I don’t think; I know”. The other commonality was they all came from conservative parties.
In the US, they stopped counting former President trump’s lies. They are many and well documented…too many to list here. The former reality television star and self confessed ‘billionaire’ and ‘populist’ leader, left the US shaken, exhausted and unstable. Yet all of these leaders have been removed from power, whether by election loss or by their own parties. We are now only starting to pick up the pieces of their disastrous tenures.
Never again we say…flirting with unqualified and self absorbed leaders who stretch and strain our democracies…that’s in the past. Or is it? My latest podcast, Random Sage with Maryann from Revealing Light, tackles this question.
Years ago when I was travelling back and forth on my daily commute to Canberra, past the infamous and mysterious Lake George, I had what can only be described as an ‘out of body’ experience. As I drove past the steep craigs and thick Australian bush, I ‘heard’ or felt the sound of a deep beat. It wasn’t perceived with my ears…rather my whole being. It was what I can only describe as the sound of the earth itself.
Lake George is an anomaly in Australia. It doesn’t have a known water source and is an endorheic lake (a drainage basin that retains water and has no outflow). Water seems to appear during the rainy season and recede during the successive hot weeks and months. I’ve seen it almost bone dry, and full enough to lap the edges of the highway. This day was clear with blue skies and sun. It felt like I was driving into a haze with a pulsating, ever-present, earthly beat. I shook myself out of this state, as I was driving. A little unnerved, I continued on my way to work. I never forgot that day.
Around that time, I had a dream I will also never forget. I was at Lake George and alongside me walked an Aboriginal Elder. He showed me a landscape that was destroyed, but in the distance, beyond the blackened and broken trees, was the lake. He pointed me to it, and I understood I was to cross that barren ground by myself and that, one day, I’d reach the water. I became aware that there would be trials to undergo, but that reaching the water was the goal.
As with most things that come from these rich esoteric realms, it takes time, and experience, to understand their meaning. After that dream and my experience at Lake George, I lost my dad, my mum and my sister, and I went through cancer surgery, chemotherapy and radiation – all within years of one another. Life dealt me huge blows and the opportunity to grasp hope and have faith that the lessons would reveal to me a sanctuary of understanding and wisdom.
We’ve all been in this place, and we’ve all had to climb out of it, stronger than before.
I wrote about my dream at the time. I know that place the Aboriginal Elder pointed to was a metaphor for coming back to my heart, changed yet renewed. In hindsight, the dream and the subsequent poem were prophetic.
Water giver
One day I remembered, what I was supposed to do. I thought of the ground I had walked on,
This earth; this lifetime, Across green fields, and dust, and fire, Always towards the lake’s edge. To the water.
I walked beside a guide on my journey. I didn’t look into his eyes; I feared that.
This Shaman. I remember he pointed to the water, A million miles away, across alien landscape, Barren and destroyed by…I’m not sure.
I only knew I had to cross that wasteland, With its dead trees and murky shadows, To get to the water, for whatever his reason, For pointing to it, as if I knew.
I remember now that water nourishes, And quenches thirst.
It carries things away, Like words and thoughts, and experiences,
And leaves something new, and clear.
I crossed that barren land…like he said, To find myself, and now to write these words.
I was born in the flurry of an emergency. My mother who had pre-eclampsia when carrying me, was given Pethadine for the pain of childbirth. It just so happened that she was allergic to that…and so my birth became dramatic. My mum’s memories were hazy, but she did tell me it was very late in the afternoon that I was born. Later on, an astrologer friend did a birth time rectification on my natal chart and established I was born at 6.50pm. Our birthdate and place gives us which planets are in what signs of the zodiac, but a birth time gives us our Ascendant and places those planets in their signs in the zodiac’s Houses. This additional information tells us about the major themes (Houses) we are likely to encounter in our lives, and our Ascendant tells us how we present to the world.
Around 6pm in the summer months…I was born in December in the Australia…the sun is low in the sky. I have always been drawn to sunsets, perhaps because that is when I came into this world. Sunsets mark the end of a day. Metaphorically, they are about cycles drawing to a close.
I always find peace in a sunset. A stillness as activity winds down. I use this time to ride my ebike and I enjoy the gentle rays of the sun and the quietness in nature. As I was riding, literally into the sunset, the other day, I came across a ‘murder’ of crows. About 20-30 of them perched on the huge light pole of the oval I was riding around. All was quiet and I realised they were watching the sunset…and me…from their lofty perch. As I headed for home, they suddenly took flight and flew with me to a nearby tree. The crow is my spiritual totem. I paid my respects to them, and rode home as night fell.
Whether it is riding a bike, or taking a walk, the opportunity to become one with your natural surroundings deepens reflection and allows you to be in the ‘flow’ of the experience. You will never find this consuming media in your lounge room just before a sunset.
On January 4th, the moon sextiled (harmony and flow) Chiron. The Sun was also squaring (conflicting) Chiron. Depending on when you’re reading this there will be different astrological movements and patterns and aspects, but I want to talk a little bit more about Chiron because I believe the placement of Chiron in our astrology charts tells us about one of the most important aspects of our life’s purpose…healing.
For those who know nothing about astrology, Chiron is the wounded healer. Chiron was named after the centaur in Greek mythology who was a healer and teacher however could not heal himself. We all have Chiron in our charts and wherever this placement is, there you will find an indication of your own greatest healing powers, and also the source of your own wound. In my natal chart, Chiron is in Pisces (empathetic, mystical, intuition, psychic senses) in my 9th house which is the home of Sagittarius (learning, higher knowledge, intellectual and spiritual adventurers) which explains why I ended up using my psychic abilities in a career which metamorphosed post cancer journey. I encourage you to find a good astrologer and have a look at where your Chiron is placed in your natal chart; what sign and house because it will tell you a lot about the kind of patterns that reoccur and are present in your lifetime. For me, Chiron in Pisces in my 9th house tells me that both intuition and analysis will guide me. Equally, I can recall many, many times in my life where my I didn’t trust my intuition even though it screamed at me for attention. I wasn’t confident enough in my own strength back then even though I knew with every fibre of my being that something beyond (or within) myself was pulling me in such a way that I couldn’t ignore it. I just couldn’t necessarily explain that to anyone else in logical ways. As I navigated my way through cancer diagnosis and treatment in 2015, I drew on my intuition and quest for knowledge to devise a map of how I would travel though tough treatment to reach a destination of ’cured’. Sometimes I used logic; other times intuition. It was a complete inner and outer process to heal and learn. After cancer and confronting my mortality, I had learned to trust my intuition.
So here is what I want you to do today…find out where your Chiron is and address the wound because you shouldn’t need to go through a lifetime not understanding who you are, what your blueprint is in this lifetime, and how you can find your strength by understanding your weakness, your Achilles heel. Most importantly, understanding and becoming confident in your ability to connect deeply with others through your own experiences with your wound patterns, because Chiron shows us where we have healing powers as a result of our own deep spiritual wounds.
Sometimes you can best connect with your intuition by asking what is it that I need to know today and by feeling into that intuition and to that emotion hunch. That’s when you can apply your logic to it. I know the two don’t necessarily fit, but if your logical, conscious mind is telling you to do one thing and your intuition is screaming at you to do another, what are you going to do? You are not going to sabotage yourself by ignoring that huge voice in your head, and in your heart, because you fear whatever the warning is your intuition is allowing you to see in that present moment. If you ignore that screaming voice within, you simply sabotage yourself.
We don’t need to live constantly and permanently with our ’wound patterns’. Make a choice to take advantage of, and receive, the gift that spirit has given you…the gift of healing. That is your birth right.
Some of our most powerful intuitions will arise with matters of the heart. I believe that intuition…psychic senses, were given to us as a highly evolved navigational tool to move through this lifetime. It is the one thing that can lead to our independence because it is the highly evolved part of us; that spiritual know how and connection, that most of us aren’t even aware is there.
What do I mean by ‘living a spiritual life’? Well, this is living life with a reliable, stable, resilient, active, dialogue with the inner self. It is that connects us with spirit, with past over love ones, with the upper world, and with realms that we can’t see, touch, feel and hear with our outer self if we are leaving a mundane, earthly existence. We weren’t meant to be so limited. Instead, we were always destined to learn how to develop our inner and psychic senses.
Our fears stop us from living that divine, spiritual connection. It’s a connection that gives us so much more. It allows us to navigate tough times, and to manifest as much abundance as we are capable of in that present moment. It’s also our fear of loss of control; loss of that concreteness that is so associated with mundane living, that stops us from fully embracing the spiritual beings that we are and that we are meant to be.
At any given moment in time, we can embark on a magical journey of living spiritually. We can step forward into that journey without knowing where we are putting our feet, because intuition is our guide. Learning to hone that intuition, to fully utilise that intuition, is what will likely guarantee our steps forward in an unknown territory.
Today I urge everybody who might be reading this regardless of the time, the place, the year, to take that leap of faith…to see the world through the child’s eyes and navigate their way forward into a spiritual life. You will not find instability, rather, stability. Being your own spiritual guide will ensure you have everything you need, including the healing of any ancestral patterns and you will have your opportunity to understand your vulnerabilities, the lessons that you need to learn, and that is when you start to evolve into a spiritual being; that is when you start to live a spiritual life.
As a clairvoyant and medium, I have channeled many people on my Youtube channel, Revealing Light Tarot, Astrology and Spirituality. They have been people who have achieved great things in their lifetimes and have struggled, as we do…the channelings more powerful for their humanity, their contribution and their flaws.
It was with some apprehension that I channeled a request, not something I usually do, for occultist Aleister Crowley. Like everyone else, I had bought into the hype surrounding his name…and to be fair, Crowley himself encouraged this. I’m not sure what made me persevere and do the channeling…call it curiosity and something more…a vague suspicion there was more to Crowley than met the eye, beyond the hysteria and fear he seemed to engender.
I did the barest research before the channeling. Date of birth and death, a brief description of his life…his parents and the tarot deck which he co-created with Lady Freida Harris – the Thoth Tarot.
I went into the reading without too much awareness; and I emerged after my channeling with a new understanding of his intellect and contribution to spiritualism. I’ll let the channeling speak for itself.
Happy Halloween and Sahmein readers. There are mysteries and magic that remain hidden in the darkness of ignorance, just waiting for some light.
I’m not sure how long the idea to hand paint my own tarot deck has been brewing. It’s a bit like when I write…it is there in the back of my mind before the timing is right to bring it forward. In any case, I got serious about this huge undertaking sometime in 2020.
I had always loved art and colour, but my technique was rusty. Where on earth would I start…where I always start, with learning and relearning. I spent over a year in art classes, brushing up on what I remembered from senior school and learning about colour, composition, perspective, blending with acrylics and painting with watercolour and Indian Ink. What a journey it has been…an absolute love despite the daunting task of attempting to hand paint 78 tarot cards.
Most tarot decks are created with imagery and graphic design. There are a few beautiful hand painted decks, and you’ll know them when you see them. The late Poppy Palin’s Everyday Enchantment Tarot is one. When hand painting, there are no shortcuts. Each card is literally a painting. So while it’s challenging, hand painting my tarot is also incredibly meaningful. It is also done from pure creativity, and that process allows for psychic ability to flow. It allows for many pathways and directions and the choices I make in these cards incorporate not only traditional tarot meanings, but a clairvoyance too.
Simply put, hand painting my own tarot deck has been, and is, a labor of love for me that draws together such creativity and spiritual connection that it generates anticipation that is quite unexpected.
The Chariot…the small boat leaves its safe harbour, and while the wind whips up a storm, there is promise in the journey ahead.
A couple of days ago, I read on the New Moon in Virgo. It was a blend of astrology and tarot, and clairvoyance, I was comfortable with…so much of the past month of August 2021 had been uncomfortable, ranging to distressing.
At the beginning of the month I had a serious sense of foreboding (is there any other kind?). I say ‘serious’ because I’ve covered much over the past 4 years psychically across the world and have not been as rattled. Perhaps it was the Delta variant sweeping across my home state in Australia, perhaps it was the horrendous withdrawal of allies and the US from the ill-fated Afghanistan ‘war’, or the absolute madness on anything from Covid and vaccines, through to the illogical and insane conspiracy theories emanating from Q-anon. Such insanity that there are actually ‘Q’ Members of Congress in the US, and not far from it in other countries. The continual connection to that energy just wore me down. At times, it felt like we were all on the verge of drowning in our own destruction.
As August began, I was dreaming of an endless procession of funerals – black hearses outside churches – and then my dreams turned to severe flooding events. Boats floating underwater, torrential rains and stranded people in homes. I warned my viewers at the beginning of the month…August is going to be difficult. This was cold comfort to me, seemingly caught in the anxiety of knowing what was coming. As it turned out, my readings on Delta being uncontrollable across my state, were correct (other states have more control at this point). Horrendous flooding across Europe and in parts of the US seemed to be prescient. As I write, Hurricane Ida is bearing down on Louisiana. Is this where the submerged boats were? I warned viewers there would be people needing to get to high ground. And yet, despite the heaviness of August, including the deaths and mayhem in our withdrawal from Afghanistan, I felt a shift coming in September. I outlined my insight in a New Moon in Virgo reading which is included in this post. What does this mean…will things get easier? Not quite yet, though I see signs of progress nevertheless.
On 6th September 2021, the New Moon enters the most hard-working of the zodiac signs. Over Washington, it is in the 6th House of work, public service and health. There are real signs, I feel, of people waking up to the endless loop of negativity that governs our politics. What we are seeing…the rise of the ‘Big Lie/s’, the conspiracy theorists, the aggressive ‘Covid-19 is a hoax-ers ’, the split mentality of far right and far left politics…the unwillingness to give any ground, and the sheer destructiveness of the continual media and social media cycles, is no accident. We are meant to see this…we are seeing this…and we know it has to change if we are to survive. I believe enough of us are noticing this now, and with that attention, so too is the need to do the work…to repair, to reform and to move forward, not backwards. There is no better time for this than when the New Moon (setting goals) is in Virgo (doing the work).
So, yes, I am still optimistic despite what we’ve witnessed in August. We are getting ‘woke’ from our complacency and polarisation because there is no other choice. Change is often necessary and always inevitable.
Just after the Biden victory in November 2020 in the US, I looked at his first 100 days in office through clairvoyance and a tarot reading. During this video on Youtube, what appeared to be a winged orb made its way across my backdrop and towards, and into, the tarot cards. I’m no stranger to orbs in my videos, nor what they call EPV’s…sounds and voices…though this orb was different. It clearly had wings and reminded me of the mythical Faery legends.
Orbs in my videos began turning up during a reading on the arch angels in 2018/2019. Since then, viewers often ask me who, or what, do I think they are. I do believe in two possibilities…angelic presence and visits from my passed over loved ones. However, this ‘winged’ orb introduced a third possibility…the Fae or elemental energies/spirits.
Whatever these orbs are, angelic, my loved ones or faery energy, a few things are certain…they want to be seen, are trying to help validate my readings (they often fly into the cards during an accurate prediction), and they are loving and supportive. I know because I see and feel them. When the camera is off they are still there, around me. Wisps of vapour looking like steam appearing in a room, sometimes what I would describe as a ‘heatwave’ kinda of look, and, often, rapidly moving balls of light – sometimes in my periphery, and sometimes right in front of me.
The fact they are so willing to be seen in my videos should give us all hope and confirmation of the afterlife…and, at the very least, that there is more to our 3D existence than we can see. Believe is the word I will leave you with…
The orb in ‘Biden’s 100 days’ on Youtube can be seen at 22:35 coming from my right, from the curtains, flying and weaving all the way across the room to enter my cards. It actually has wings if you look closely and reminds me of a faery.
With the environment now in focus after four long years of the US overturning many environmental reforms enacted during the Obama presidency and, in Australia, a push towards coal and away from renewables, it’s a welcome relief to see the world again at the table to discuss climate change and its management. The US will rejoin the Paris Accord and pressure is mounting on Australia and other nations to lower emissions and meet targets.
Meanwhile, there are many environmental and wildlife warriors working hard, year after year, to protect our environment and draw public attention to the impact of climate change. Of course, you and I know that the natural disasters of the past few years should be enough warning…unfortunately, they are not.
Australia has a unique and beautiful environment. With a relatively small population compared to land mass, our wildlife has thrived however the bushfires of 2020 took a toll on many species. None more so than our Koalas, now in danger of extinction. Many organisations are fighting the good fight to ensure this doesn’t happen. Still this did not stop a recent state government attempting to pass legislation which would have given land developers the right to bulldoze Koala habitat in some parts of that state. Only one brave Member of Parliament, Liberal MP Catherine Cusack, stood up to her own party and voted against the legislation which meant it was voted down. This cost the MP her parliamentary secretary portfolio/role but Koala habitat was protected. I struggle to understand how this legislation could have got so far…
It’s the actions of our environmental and wildlife warriors that contribute to the continuity we enjoy in our local environments, even when our government leaders fail us. Australia is well remembered for one of the most prominent wildlife warriors of the last few decades, the late Steve Irwin. I tuned into the energetic vibration of Steve recently. I’ll let the video speak for itself.
