Happy New Year  to you all.

Please, please forgive me for being away so long.
But there is a very good reason for my absence.
I’ve been trying very hard to get my third book finished... and I have.
Its on Amazon now, both in the uk and on the .com site for the rest of the world.
I can’t believe it. My third book!

‘Wonderment’ ....the book I promised Myself and my Faher I would write  32 years ago.
And at long last it’s done.
Wow.
Thank you to everyone who has helped me.
If you need some words of comfort....or you just need a hug....then do yourself a favour...get ‘Wonderment’ , it will help and uplift you.
But as the back page says, you may need a box of tissues to hand.
I’ll be back soon with more stories I promise.
Blessings always.

Saturday afternoon and my next little patient arrived.
Five years old with long blonde hair. She’s just the most beautiful little girl and always so happy to see me.
Now it’s actually been about two years since she last came for a visit with her grandma and aunty. Not for a treatment, just for a visit. So when her grandmother asked if I would give her a treatment I didn’t hesitate,  because I knew the little one would be very happy to climb up onto my healing bed as she had done, as she played, two years earlier.
She loves my healing room, it’s full of butterflies, angels and fairies. A little girls delight!
And this big girls.
So why did her grandmother feel the need for her to have a treatment?
A few weeks ago her great grandfather died, the whole family were very upset at loosing him so quickly. He had been a father, a grandfather, and great grandfather, full of jokes and love and his loss had affected our little one quite badly.
She hasn't wanted to leave her mothers side since the day of his funeral. She hasn’t wanted to go to school and she doesn’t like being left when anyone goes out. Our little one defiantly needed some help.
She was very pleased to see me.  I got a lovely hug as soon as she came through our front door.
And I was right, she climbed up onto my healing bed with out even being asked and lay herself down.
I was able to give her almost a full treatment, well over hour an hour, and for a little one that was a long time. She just lay quietly with a great big smile on her face. Enjoying every minute of her treatment. This is one very ‘aware’ little girl. Or should I say  ‘Old Soul.’
When her grandma put her into the car to go home, she asked her how she was feeling?
Apparently she put both her thumbs up into the air and said, “grandma I feel so happy”.
Now what more you could possibly want a five year old to say?
Absolutely Nothing!
I do love what I do.
Grandma is going to bring her back to see me for a couple more treatments as she feels it will do her the world of good. And of course that’s fine by me.
​I’ll keep you all posted.
Blessings always

Trust me, you can!
I've just come back from a fabulous holiday with all my family and I’m still in the glow of the fantastic time we all had together.
Healing can come in so many ways.
A kind word, a smile and a hug and the gift of something new that can help us, and make us smile, and that’s what I experienced while we were away.
A completely unexpected simple and very helpful bit of advice that will help me for the rest of my life.
I was listening to my daughter-in- law explaining to my eight year old grandson how to do the breast stroke. He can do the crawl, back stroke and even the butterfly stroke, and he can float on his back with ease, but he has yet to learn  the breast stroke.
i listens to every word she told him...and realised that what she was explaining to him was not what I had been doing for the past 55 years!!!
I was taught in the 1950’s  that my legs and arms needed to work together like a frog.
NO... my daughter-in-law was explaining to my grandson  -  arms and then legs, not arms and legs together. Arms and then legs...arms and then legs and once you get into the rhythm you will be away.
I said to her, “That’s not what I’ve been doing for the past 55 years”. “I no” she said. “I’ve been watching you. You might find you go under a couple of times as you begin to try this, but have a go.”
So I did.
A couple of mouthfuls of water later - and I was away.
Once I had the rhythm  she was right, I was away.
So much easier and absolutely no strain on my shoulders or neck or anywhere else. I seemed to glide across the pool. Wow.
​And yes, healing can and does come in lots of different and unexpected ways.
So a very big thank you to my beautiful and very clever daughter- in- law.
Blessings always.

Every day brings something new, and I’ve lost count over the years of the number of times I’ve said. “You couldn’t  make it up if you’d tried.” 
Three weeks ago the heavens opened and it rained and it  rained.
As you approach our village, we have a great big puddle that appears on the road side after a heavy rain storm, but this day it wasn’t a puddle... it was a lake!
I was in our home oblivious to the devastation all around me.
Yes the river just beyond our gates was high, but I’d seen it higher. So I never gave a thought to how much water was on the roads.
The door bell rang at the allotted time for my first patient and when I opened the door
my mouth opened and I burst out laughing,
There on the door step my was my patient!
Half dressed, or should I say undressed!
He had no shoes or socks on - he didn’t even have his trousers on, he was carrying them!
He had shorts on, but he said he would have stripped to his underpants if he’ hadn’t had his shorts in the car.
(I never did ask him why his shorts were in the car?)
He just smiled at me and asked for the loan of a towel to dry himself off!
And then we both laugher.
Apparently the puddle was now a lake about two and a half feet deep. He said the water almost reached the bottom of his shorts as he wadded his way through it.
Two cars were stuck up to their bonnets, so he left his car on the dry side of the road and wadded through the water, then walked down the lane to our house in his bare feet to get to me.

Now, that’s what I call a determination, and a real ‘want’ on his part to get well.
He said there was nothing going to stop him from  having his treatment.
He said. “ Hell or high water was not going to keep me away from seeing you”.

I wish all my patients were that focused and determined to get better, then I would know they would all do well.
This dear Soul will get better,  his whole perspective on life is so positive.
He has what my dear old healer taught me nearly 40 years ago now.
He’s Positive, He’s Patient and he most defiantly has Perseverance.
The 3 P’s from my first book.
Blessings to him.
And 
​Blessings always

If you know of anyone who’s had MS (and is still on planet Earth) longer than me, please get in touch. I would love to be in contact with either you,  or them.
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I keep seeing people writing with great authority on the causes and symptoms of MS and I just shake my head and wonder where on Earth they get some of their information from.
So let’s try and get some of the facts correct, and take away some of the misconceptions.
I’ve just seen a page on Instagram talking about research into the fact you can ‘catch’ MS?
Rubbish!
Who on earth in their right mind would want to spread this.
Many years ago, and I do  mean many, 1980 to be precise. The Professor of medicine who had spent his whole life researching MS, explained to me that MS was not hereditary, and no you couldn’t catch it but, and it was a big but, it was often found in family groups. So did any of my relatives have MS? As far as I could remember at the time...no.
He checked all my family, thank goodness they were all clear...but I wasn't.
And that my friends was 39 years ago.
So no, it’s not catching.
Not even the experts can get it right!
And that’s for my next post.
​Blessings always.
 
 

I love it when the hairs on my arms stand up.
Over many years I have called this - Me being plugged into the Universe - and I love it.
Well, it happened to me again four weeks ago.

We have had our home up for sale for ages...and I do mean ages.
That particular Saturday afternoon I had a mother and daughter who had both come for treatments. I know them really well. And as the daughters treatment was coming to an end, she asked me if anything was happening with our house sale. I explained to her that we had two different couples interested, but they both had their houses to sell.
My parting words to her as she went to join her mother in our garden where she was sitting sunning herself (it was a beautiful afternoon) were, “It’s in God’s hands now as to who might get the house!”
I went to get myself a cup of tea before I saw her mother, and Just as I walking into the kitchen the door bell rang.
Who on earth could this be, I wasn’t expecting an Amazon delivery!
When I opened the door there was a couple standing on our front step looking a bit sheepish. The gentleman apologised for bothering me, but was our house still for sale? as there wasn’t a for sale board outside. I said “Yes” and no, we had never had a for sale board as we live at the bottom of a county lane and no one would see it, so no point.
I explained that I couldn’t do anything to help them. I couldn’t even let them have a look around our garden, as there were people sitting in it.
I directed them to our estate agents in the village a few miles away. I told them I was sure they would be open. ( Silly me, they were closed on a Saturday afternoon).
They said they would call at the office and off they went.
I stood in out hall shacking my head in amazement.
I had no sooner said to my patient that our house sale was in Gods hands, and the door bell had rung.
Anyway, I got my cup of tea and went into the garden and told mother and daughter what had happened. Mum said “I bet they are cash buyers” and it was at that point that I realised that every hair on both my arms were standing up.
​They both laughed at me.
Monday morning we got a phone call from our estate agents, the couple who had called at our home on the Saturday had rang our estate agents and asked to see our home that day. I asked that they come as late as possible to give me a chance to tidy up.
And yes... they are cash buyers!
They have been back twice and with God’s help, we hope to have an offer by the end of next week.
Please say a prayer for us, for an offer on our home. ( We are ready to move, we have found our forever home to move to).
Thank you.
Blessings always.

About fifteen years ago as I was sitting on the floor with my little net book on my knee typing away at my first book completely lost in my memory files, when I heard me fathers voice speaking to me.
It was about 2 o’clock in the morning  (the stillness of the night is the best time for me to write, it always has been) .
”Isabella your mother is very upset by what you are writing.”
“What do you mean daddy?”
”Your mother does not like what you are saying about her.”
“I’m sorry daddy,  but I can’t change a word because what I’m writing is the truth and you no it is.”
”Yes, But your mum is upset by it.”
“Then that’s something she will have to think about herself daddy, because I have had to live with what she said and did to me all those years ago. I can’t change what she said, and I can’t change what she did. All I’m doing is telling my story, I’m telling the truth and I need to do that. Please tell her that I love her and  I always will. But I’m not going to not tell my story.”
My father said he would tell her and then he was gone.
I sat for a while looking into space, thinking to my self, ‘was I doing the right thing’  - yes of course I was. But I didn’t like the thought of my mother being upset, that upset me.
Just as I was about to start writing again a very bright white flash, just like a bolt of lightening shot across the key pad of my net book right in front of me. It shot across the keys, and I thought, ‘Dear God, now what’s wrong’.
I started pressing lots of keys to make sure it was still working, it was thank goodness. So what the heck had just happened?
I continued on typing for a few minutes, then like I always do, I stopped writing and went back over what I had just typed to make sure it made sense.
​And that’s when I spotted it.
A little circle with a smily face, right in the middle of my writing.
Now your all going to say, well that’s just an emoji, you must have pressed a button to get it.
No.
My little net book has only a word processor on it. No gimmicks, no  emoji of any sort. and anyway, this smily face was in black and white, the same colour as the typing, and I wasn’t anywhere near the screen when it appeared.
My net book is 16 years old ( and still going strong)  and I know you might not believe this, but in 2014/5  I didn’t know what an  emoji was and my husband ( the computer expert) assures me that there is nothing on the computers hard drive, or operating system that could have given me ’the smily face’.
I was upset my mother was upset. 
I had had a few tears, saying out loud to heaven. “ I’m sorry mum, but I can’t change anything, I can’t change a word that I’m writing, that’s what happened.”  
I guess heaven knew I needed something to lift my spirits, I desperately needed a smile -  and heaven sent me one!
Thank you.
Blessings always.
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As a Spiritual Healer I must always remember never to tell a patient what to do, under any circumstances.
I can of course explain to a person that for every action they take, there will be an opposite and equal reaction, to whatever they may do, or say. And that of course applies to each and everyone of us.
I can however give them a long list of possible actions they could take.

In other words, put the ball firmly back into their own court.

But never ever make a decision for them. Because without fail anything you decide for them will come back and bite you in the years to come,  and you will have been ‘wrong’. You could even have been the reason why something horrendous happened in that persons life. All because  of something you told them to do years earlier!

We must never make decisions for anyone, they are not ours to make.

Yes we might have to stand by and watch a loved one make the biggest mistake of their lives, but it’s their decision to make, their choice to make,  their mistake to make - not ours!
If you don’t want to be blamed in the years to come for changing or interfering in someone’s  life...then stop yourself now before you make the wrong choice.

Why I have been talking about this now? 
Because just the other day I was asked by a patient. “What do you think I should do Isabella?
​Please tell me what to do.” 
And I said to her what I’ve been saying to my patients for over thirty years.  “ Sorry, No. It’s not for me to decide your fate. The choice has to be yours. No one can make the choice for you. I can give you lots of scenarios, lots of different ways to look at the situation you are in. But at the end of the day, only you can make the decision as to what you should do.
I can however help you by giving you a healing treatment, so that your energy is stronger and more balanced. Which in turn will help you to think clearer, and that’s got to be a good thing.”
So that’s what we did.
We must all remember never to make a decision for someone else.
That decision is not ours to make.
Healer, family or friend.
Blessings always

It’s a bit sad really, sometimes I can spend weeks and months helping someone and during that time I often become fond of them. Then when I feel the healing energy has done it’s part in helping the patient become well and balanced again, we part company never to see or speak to each other again. So I often don’t know how my ex-patients are getting on. Sometimes I do wonder how a particular patients is doing and that’s a bit sad, but that’s my job and my life.
Now just a little while ago my husband was working about thirty miles from our home, when the man of the house asked him if his wife was still working as a healer?
”Yes”  said my husband.
“Well I would like to tell you, that your wife changed our granddaughters life. We were very worried about her for quite a long time before she was directed to see her. Please tell your wife that’s she’s now a very happy young lady, who loves her job and her life. And as her grandparents we would like to pass on our thanks.”
My husband promised him he would tell me, and of course he did.
​And strangely enough, their granddaughter had popped into my head on more than one occasion over the previous three years with me wondering how she was doing.
Sometimes, just sometimes we do find out and it’s lovely. 
Blessings always.
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It has to be helping a person to pass over from this world to the next with no fear.
And thankfully I have been able to do this on more than one occasion.
I’ve just spent the past three weeks (in my allotted writing time) writing the story of a very special patient of mine. From the first time he came to see me, to his life before his first visit (he was a good friend of our sons since they were both little boys). To the very last journey he ever took with me at his side, on an entirely different level of awareness.
That last joinery of his was almost as amazing for me, as it was for him.
​I had no idea what I was doing at the time, and I most defiantly had no idea what was going to happen.  
But I can look back now with a smile and say ‘Thank You ‘ to the powers that be for helping me to help a very deserving 25 year old young man.
His amazing story will be published in my fourth book, and it’s a long story, but here is just a taster.
He was just two years old when he had his first kidney removed due to cancer.
He was eighteen years old when he had his second kidney removed.
​He was 21 years old when he first asked for my help because of an inoperable tumour in his stomach.
He was given a week to live the day my son took the phone call asking if he could come and see me for a treatment, and it was over four years later before he went home, four good years.
I would also like to tell you that I left him in Heaven with the biggest smile on his face and that’s how his family and friends were to see him as he lay in his open coffin.  Just as if he was  sleeping in the middle of a lovely dream. 
The undertakers told his parents that never in all the years they had been in business had they ever seen such a happy corpse. They didn’t need to try and make him look good for his parents or his friends to be able to see him. He looked great all by himself. His face looked so happy with its huge smile.
What a reassuring way for his mum and dad to be able to remember there precious boy.
And what an amazing unusual site to behold for all his friends and extended family on the day of his funeral.
A happy smiling corpse!
And what a privilege and joy for me to have been a part of his very last journey.

​Blessing always.