I have been working and connecting in spiritual circles for many years and I have been called to my passion for counselling, guiding, healing and helping others. The last couple of years I have been developing my mediumship side to help bring through love and healing from the other side. As a master number in my Lifepath in numerology, my physical journey in the past has never been easy. Throughout my lifetime I have had many ups and downs and I personally know what it is like to experience pain, loss and suffering. No one has never handed me a silver spoon and I have had to work to achieve my goals, definitely what my soul or higher self asked for in this life. Often our most painful lessons are the ones that help us grow the most in life.
Coming from a poor background in a large city, I always felt out of place, confused and older than my years. I was shy, lonely and lacked attention. My father was an abusive violent alcoholic who was hardly home except at the weekends, mostly drunk, yelling, screaming and playing his jazz music loudly into the early hours. My sister, brother, mother and myself used to dread hearing the car revving up the driveway to a sudden stop because we knew the war was about to start. Dad always seemed to be coming home late on the weekends, drunk and angry. He drank most of wages each Saturday and Sunday.
My mother coming from a quite farming community put up with a lot from him and she was forced to work in a hard physical farm job trying to pay the bills. My sister, brother and myself looked after ourselves a lot after school and grew up as independent children. We had to, as mother was working long hours to keep us all fed. I remember early days when we were young, mum feeding us bread and fried dripping or fat, cause that is what she had growing up during and after the depression and there was much else. Often growing up there was no money so we used to buy chips from the local fish shop to feed the whole family. Mum tried her best in the essentials but I feel she couldn’t give us the love and affection we needed and wanted growing up because she herself was abused by my father.
My father Roy lost his mum at 9 months and his father from mouth cancer when he was 6. He was then thrown into the orphanage where during the depression he grew up unloved and in a harsh world. He was separated from his 2 siblings around that time. His loving sister was put with a family relation who sexually abused her and Dad’s older brother got sent overseas as a trainee fighter pilot during the world war 2. My father never experienced the love and nurturing of a stable family upbringing. When he was released from the orphanage he joined the merchant marine and starting drinking and smoking and moving around constantly, never developing close relationships because of his wounding growing up. Dad was usually angry and aggressive when he was drinking and kind as a church mouse in the morning when he sobered up. Two different people inside the same body.
Later when I was a teenager, we lost my sister when she was only 15. She was accidentally hit by a car crossing the road to get bread and milk for the family. She took a week to slowly die in hospital with head and body trauma. That one event changed everything in our lives and the family was never the same after that. Soon after dad was evicted with a domestic violence order against him and admitted himself to a mental hospital and I never saw him again for a few years till I was in my early twenties.
Mum who was in mourning with my sister Vicki death withdrew from society even more than before. Everyone within the family became distant to each other. My only blessing throughout my childhood was that I was guided to play footy at a early age of 10. This enabled me to socialize and connect with other kids outside school to keep my sanity and grounding so to speak.
Shortly within a couple of years after I left school, I moved nearly 1700 km away from the family in Brisbane to tropical Cairns, North Queensland and very slowly started to get my life in order. Life in the tropics was fun with great weather and life was lay back and social. Still playing footy I continued the bad habits I had seen from my childhood. I was drinking al the time and later on when my wife left, gambling when I was lonely. I carried these habits into my other relationships, which for some strange reason never seemed to work out.
All through my life I have always seemed to take on responsibility that far outweighed my age and experience. One example was when I first moved to Cairns, I was step dad and responsible for a 12 and 13 year old girls with the lady I was living with while I was just 21. I had to work two jobs at that time to help pay the bills.
I had to grow up quick & always seemed to take on other peoples responsibilities .
Step forward a decade, I married a beautiful loving wife, Therese and had twin boys and a lovely daughter, brought a house but was separated within 3 years. I had always worked physically hard, but emotionally I was empty and couldn’t express myself properly. So shortly after losing the marriage, the world global financial crisis hit and I couldn’t get work in my building profession in my own business. So I stayed at home more and started hitting the alcohol and started gambling on the pokies because I was lonely and disillusioned. At this lowest point in my life I had lost just about everything (including the house). After being forced to take decisive action, things started turning around slowly when I decided to take responsibility for my life. I sold the house under demands of the finance company taking it and started my true calling as a intuitive, psychic and counselor. Though early life was a hard path, I believe the journey I experienced allowed me to understand my clients better and speak from the heart with greater experience and compassion. I will never regret growing up the way I did.