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Have you had a life changing epiphany? Did you ask for a sign and then received it? Have you had ‘proof of heaven’ after the loss of a loved one?
If you are visiting this website today, chances are that someone, something or many things happened to you to give you the spiritual beliefs you have today. I would love to read about the events that brought you here. Don't let your story die with you!
Please click here to email me your story, or scroll down to read mine and other people's experiences.
Let me tell you my Story
Before I started my spiritual journey I had a set of beliefs that had me on a fast road to nowhere. I was half way between believing that ‘stuff just happened’ and that they were ‘God’s will’. It didn’t come up to me that I was the co-creator of my life: I was a lost and rudderless boat in the midst of the ocean of life.
However, this all changed dramatically when a series of events took me to Perth in Western Australia. I only knew one person there and she took me to a psychic fair, where I received my first clairvoyant reading: The message from the psychic reader was clear: ‘Go home and start doing readings yourself!’ When I came home I had to look up what the word ‘clairvoyant’ meant, which shows you how well informed I was about the subject!
From Non-Believer to Believer
At the time I was doing a house sit for a man who had a bookcase full of spiritual books. When he suggested I’d read them during my stay I declined, saying I didn’t believe in that nonsense. After the reading though, I became intrigued and before long I was devouring every book on the subject.
Before long I had learned to tune into 'my psychic space' and the path towards my future profession as a clairvoyant seemed paved for me, I did have one problem: when I tuned into my psychic space I heard noises resembling typing-pools from old movies: the sound of typewriters rattling and muffled voices, but not the information I requested.
The Information Flew Through Me
I explained my problem to my English friend who then, unbeknown to me, contacted her auntie, a retired well-known clairvoyant. She kindly suggested I ask for the guide who had assisted her during her career. As soon as I did my channel opened and information flew through me. I never looked back.
Today my hands are resting on the tiller of my boat of life, and I am open to be guided to wherever my path leads me.
Before I started my spiritual journey I had a set of beliefs that had me on a fast road to nowhere. I was half way between believing that ‘stuff just happened’ and that they were ‘God’s will’. It didn’t come up to me that I was the co-creator of my life: I was a lost and rudderless boat in the midst of the ocean of life.
However, this all changed dramatically when a series of events took me to Perth in Western Australia. I only knew one person there and she took me to a psychic fair, where I received my first clairvoyant reading: The message from the psychic reader was clear: ‘Go home and start doing readings yourself!’ When I came home I had to look up what the word ‘clairvoyant’ meant, which shows you how well informed I was about the subject!
From Non-Believer to Believer
At the time I was doing a house sit for a man who had a bookcase full of spiritual books. When he suggested I’d read them during my stay I declined, saying I didn’t believe in that nonsense. After the reading though, I became intrigued and before long I was devouring every book on the subject.
Before long I had learned to tune into 'my psychic space' and the path towards my future profession as a clairvoyant seemed paved for me, I did have one problem: when I tuned into my psychic space I heard noises resembling typing-pools from old movies: the sound of typewriters rattling and muffled voices, but not the information I requested.
The Information Flew Through Me
I explained my problem to my English friend who then, unbeknown to me, contacted her auntie, a retired well-known clairvoyant. She kindly suggested I ask for the guide who had assisted her during her career. As soon as I did my channel opened and information flew through me. I never looked back.
Today my hands are resting on the tiller of my boat of life, and I am open to be guided to wherever my path leads me.
Min Far
by Helene
I was born in Denmark (Scandinavia) in 1972. My parents divorced in 1984 and soon after I moved to South Africa with my Mum and stepfather. Leaving my Dad behind was very sad for both my father and me.
In 1986, when I was 14 and living in a beautiful boarding school in South Africa, I dreamed one night that my father had tried to commit suicide. A couple of months later, when we returned to Denmark for a holiday, I told my father about my dream. He looked at me in shock and admitted to have attempted to take his life around that time. I got very angry with him and made him promise to never do that again. However, deep down inside I knew that he would try again, and that one day in the future his death by suicide would happen.
In 1987 I moved to Australia with my Mum and stepfather. Throughout my teenage years and early twenties my Dad suffered from deep depression. He would call me in the middle of the night crying and expecting me to help him, but what could I do? I found the calls deeply disturbing and upsetting.
I ended up writing him a long letter in which I explained that I couldn’t help him, and that I needed space. I even went as far as changing my phone number.
It took a couple of years before I wrote again to my father, telling him I was ready to have contact with him again. He responded to me with a short letter, in which he wrote he was feeling good and that he would write to me again soon.
In January 1996 I had another dream in which my maternal grandmother and her mother (who was my life guide from birth) were singing and playing piano in a house I didn’t recognize. They were both in a happy mood and they were getting pretty loud. At a certain point my grandmother turned to me and said: ‘the 18th of August is an important day for you. Something will happen that will change your life forever’.
Even though my grandmother’s words were vividly imprinted in my mind, life’s circumstances moved the dream to the back of my mind. Read more
by Helene
I was born in Denmark (Scandinavia) in 1972. My parents divorced in 1984 and soon after I moved to South Africa with my Mum and stepfather. Leaving my Dad behind was very sad for both my father and me.
In 1986, when I was 14 and living in a beautiful boarding school in South Africa, I dreamed one night that my father had tried to commit suicide. A couple of months later, when we returned to Denmark for a holiday, I told my father about my dream. He looked at me in shock and admitted to have attempted to take his life around that time. I got very angry with him and made him promise to never do that again. However, deep down inside I knew that he would try again, and that one day in the future his death by suicide would happen.
In 1987 I moved to Australia with my Mum and stepfather. Throughout my teenage years and early twenties my Dad suffered from deep depression. He would call me in the middle of the night crying and expecting me to help him, but what could I do? I found the calls deeply disturbing and upsetting.
I ended up writing him a long letter in which I explained that I couldn’t help him, and that I needed space. I even went as far as changing my phone number.
It took a couple of years before I wrote again to my father, telling him I was ready to have contact with him again. He responded to me with a short letter, in which he wrote he was feeling good and that he would write to me again soon.
In January 1996 I had another dream in which my maternal grandmother and her mother (who was my life guide from birth) were singing and playing piano in a house I didn’t recognize. They were both in a happy mood and they were getting pretty loud. At a certain point my grandmother turned to me and said: ‘the 18th of August is an important day for you. Something will happen that will change your life forever’.
Even though my grandmother’s words were vividly imprinted in my mind, life’s circumstances moved the dream to the back of my mind. Read more
How to catch a dog
by Joanna
I let loose my friend's dog once and we had to chase her dog around the neighbourhood. We got so frustrated after half of hour chase that my friend finally asked her boyfriend (who had recently passed) for help. As soon as she did, the dog stopped, laid down and turned her belly up as if someone was scratching her belly. My friend laughed and said, "my boyfriend said that's all we had to do." We both rolled our eyes and said why didn't he do that sooner!
by Joanna
I let loose my friend's dog once and we had to chase her dog around the neighbourhood. We got so frustrated after half of hour chase that my friend finally asked her boyfriend (who had recently passed) for help. As soon as she did, the dog stopped, laid down and turned her belly up as if someone was scratching her belly. My friend laughed and said, "my boyfriend said that's all we had to do." We both rolled our eyes and said why didn't he do that sooner!
'Turn lead into gold, be the alchemist in your life'
by Jaya
From a very young age, I have felt a Loving Presence in my life. My first memory of this was when I was 4yo. I had an experience of Jesus sitting at the end of my bed. This Loving Presence has remained with me throughout my whole life.
I felt troubled when I was young. I felt like an outsider and I didn’t have many friends. I used alcohol, cannabis and sex to self-medicate uncomfortable thoughts and emotions. When I was 22yo, I was diagnosed with chronic fatigue syndrome and I was very depressed with my 2yo daughter.
Life was not good.
I was unhappy and very keen to make some changes. I started reading books from Louise Hay and Wayne Dyer. I was having an experience of the positive affirmations that Louise Hay suggested I say in the mirror and write in my journal everyday.
I came across the classical spiritual text, A Course in Miracles. I knew within my heart that the Course would help me. I started doing the lessons and immediately my life was changing. My relationship with myself and others started to heal. I practised the lessons in forgiveness. I experienced healing from chronic fatigue and depression. Yoga and spiritual practice became daily connection points to the miracle and my Divine Self. Read more
by Jaya
From a very young age, I have felt a Loving Presence in my life. My first memory of this was when I was 4yo. I had an experience of Jesus sitting at the end of my bed. This Loving Presence has remained with me throughout my whole life.
I felt troubled when I was young. I felt like an outsider and I didn’t have many friends. I used alcohol, cannabis and sex to self-medicate uncomfortable thoughts and emotions. When I was 22yo, I was diagnosed with chronic fatigue syndrome and I was very depressed with my 2yo daughter.
Life was not good.
I was unhappy and very keen to make some changes. I started reading books from Louise Hay and Wayne Dyer. I was having an experience of the positive affirmations that Louise Hay suggested I say in the mirror and write in my journal everyday.
I came across the classical spiritual text, A Course in Miracles. I knew within my heart that the Course would help me. I started doing the lessons and immediately my life was changing. My relationship with myself and others started to heal. I practised the lessons in forgiveness. I experienced healing from chronic fatigue and depression. Yoga and spiritual practice became daily connection points to the miracle and my Divine Self. Read more
'The Blue Butterfly'
by Mandy
We have a channel running in front of our house, where my dog and I daily go for walks, and yesterday was no exception. I was deeply in thought when a white butterfly flew by.
I thought of how people say that our deceased loved ones turn up as white butterflies when they want to connect with us.
My mother has only recently passed away, but I couldn’t imagine her as a white butterfly. Blue is the colour connected to my mother, so I decided that if what they say is true, my mother would present herself as a blue butterfly, although I didn’t recall ever having seen blue butterflies in our neighbourhood.
This morning I picked up my mother’s ashes. They will be kept at my home, until I am ready to spread them. After putting the ashes in a box and lighting a candle next to them, I took the dog for our usual walk along the channel.
After a while a small blue butterfly flew past me and sat on a branch close to me.
Deeply in awe, I stopped and turned to it, and my mother and I said our goodbyes. The rest of the walk was full of tears and full of gratitude.
by Mandy
We have a channel running in front of our house, where my dog and I daily go for walks, and yesterday was no exception. I was deeply in thought when a white butterfly flew by.
I thought of how people say that our deceased loved ones turn up as white butterflies when they want to connect with us.
My mother has only recently passed away, but I couldn’t imagine her as a white butterfly. Blue is the colour connected to my mother, so I decided that if what they say is true, my mother would present herself as a blue butterfly, although I didn’t recall ever having seen blue butterflies in our neighbourhood.
This morning I picked up my mother’s ashes. They will be kept at my home, until I am ready to spread them. After putting the ashes in a box and lighting a candle next to them, I took the dog for our usual walk along the channel.
After a while a small blue butterfly flew past me and sat on a branch close to me.
Deeply in awe, I stopped and turned to it, and my mother and I said our goodbyes. The rest of the walk was full of tears and full of gratitude.
'Searching for God'
by Linda
When I first began my spiritual journey more than twenty years ago it was initiated because in some core part of me I had felt that there was an emotional void in my life, even though I was in a strong relationship with my husband.
I felt a deep inner yearning but not anything for which I could identify a specific need. My family hadn't had a religious upbringing and in fact I had never entered a church until I was part of my sister's wedding when I was 21. Prior to this occasion the only religious information I had encountered was a beautifully illustrated picture book which my mother had provided and which included many stories from the bible, and a year of scripture classes at school.
Eventually there came a time when I became aware that for some reason I needed to make a connection with God. Attempting to appease my yearning at this point in time didn't continue for long as I again became embroiled in drama which my Ego-Self created to prevent me from recognising the illusions established as part of the 3D existence.
It was only after my beautiful angel was born that I decided to seek more spiritual guidance. Read more
by Linda
When I first began my spiritual journey more than twenty years ago it was initiated because in some core part of me I had felt that there was an emotional void in my life, even though I was in a strong relationship with my husband.
I felt a deep inner yearning but not anything for which I could identify a specific need. My family hadn't had a religious upbringing and in fact I had never entered a church until I was part of my sister's wedding when I was 21. Prior to this occasion the only religious information I had encountered was a beautifully illustrated picture book which my mother had provided and which included many stories from the bible, and a year of scripture classes at school.
Eventually there came a time when I became aware that for some reason I needed to make a connection with God. Attempting to appease my yearning at this point in time didn't continue for long as I again became embroiled in drama which my Ego-Self created to prevent me from recognising the illusions established as part of the 3D existence.
It was only after my beautiful angel was born that I decided to seek more spiritual guidance. Read more
'With a little help from Casey'
by Clare
When I lost Casey, I was completely devastated. She had been so much more than ‘just a dog’ to me; she was my soulmate and my best friend. She had lived till the ripe age of 14; we had lived through so many adventures together, that she left a big void that no other dog could fill.
However, I was not on my own, and after a while my two young sons asked me if we could please have another dog. I had mixed feelings about this: I felt guilty with the thought of ‘replacing’ Casey, but on the other hand she had been a much cherished family member and a reliable protector, and the three of us missed her in both those functions.
After a lot of doubting I went to the animal welfare where I felt drawn to rescuing a three legged Beagle who nobody wanted; however the animal welfare made me jump through so many loops that I had to give up.
Then I found an ad on Gum Tree advertising a litter of Wolfhound Whippet pups. The love I felt for my father’s greyhound Tinka had made me warm up towards that type of dog, but I was still unsure whether I wanted another dog. I didn’t know if it was the right thing to do, especially because I didn’t feel ready to bond with another dog. I actually doubted if I would ever be able to bond with a dog again. Read more
by Clare
When I lost Casey, I was completely devastated. She had been so much more than ‘just a dog’ to me; she was my soulmate and my best friend. She had lived till the ripe age of 14; we had lived through so many adventures together, that she left a big void that no other dog could fill.
However, I was not on my own, and after a while my two young sons asked me if we could please have another dog. I had mixed feelings about this: I felt guilty with the thought of ‘replacing’ Casey, but on the other hand she had been a much cherished family member and a reliable protector, and the three of us missed her in both those functions.
After a lot of doubting I went to the animal welfare where I felt drawn to rescuing a three legged Beagle who nobody wanted; however the animal welfare made me jump through so many loops that I had to give up.
Then I found an ad on Gum Tree advertising a litter of Wolfhound Whippet pups. The love I felt for my father’s greyhound Tinka had made me warm up towards that type of dog, but I was still unsure whether I wanted another dog. I didn’t know if it was the right thing to do, especially because I didn’t feel ready to bond with another dog. I actually doubted if I would ever be able to bond with a dog again. Read more
'Meeting in the Train'
by Mandy
My name is Mandy and I live in the Netherlands. I want to share my story of what happened to me this autumn whilst traveling by train on the way to my hairdresser. On this train journey I had an amazingly special meeting with my father who died 4 years ago.
I was sitting in the train beside the window. A young man was sitting in front of me behind his computer and an old man was sitting to my left, on an aisle seat, looking at his mobile. Another man arrived, badly smelling of alcohol. The man sat down beside me and I made sure to keep looking out of the window in order not to have to make contact with him.
The man started talking with the old man sitting to his left.
“People don’t make contact anymore, they sit behind their computers or telephones. They forget to look around to see the world around them, it has become a strange world” he said. “Well” said the other old man, “I’m happy with my mobile, I can call anytime I want”. “Mm” said the man besides me grumpily, “That’s what I mean, that’s stupid. When I want to call someone I find a telephone where I can make a phone call”.
“There are no such telephones anymore” said the other man. “I go to the airport” said the man beside me “you have telephones there”.
That made me laugh inside as I imagined the grumpy man travelling all the way to the airport for each phone call. Then I thought that he must know very few people to make a phone call so special for him. Becoming a little curious about the man, I swivelled my eyes and looked down beside me. I saw nice polished leather shoes and smart brown pants. On his knees he held a leather bag. The nice clothes didn’t fit at all with the picture I had made inside my head. I immediately looked back out the window which gave me a sneaky reflection of the passengers around me. Read more
by Mandy
My name is Mandy and I live in the Netherlands. I want to share my story of what happened to me this autumn whilst traveling by train on the way to my hairdresser. On this train journey I had an amazingly special meeting with my father who died 4 years ago.
I was sitting in the train beside the window. A young man was sitting in front of me behind his computer and an old man was sitting to my left, on an aisle seat, looking at his mobile. Another man arrived, badly smelling of alcohol. The man sat down beside me and I made sure to keep looking out of the window in order not to have to make contact with him.
The man started talking with the old man sitting to his left.
“People don’t make contact anymore, they sit behind their computers or telephones. They forget to look around to see the world around them, it has become a strange world” he said. “Well” said the other old man, “I’m happy with my mobile, I can call anytime I want”. “Mm” said the man besides me grumpily, “That’s what I mean, that’s stupid. When I want to call someone I find a telephone where I can make a phone call”.
“There are no such telephones anymore” said the other man. “I go to the airport” said the man beside me “you have telephones there”.
That made me laugh inside as I imagined the grumpy man travelling all the way to the airport for each phone call. Then I thought that he must know very few people to make a phone call so special for him. Becoming a little curious about the man, I swivelled my eyes and looked down beside me. I saw nice polished leather shoes and smart brown pants. On his knees he held a leather bag. The nice clothes didn’t fit at all with the picture I had made inside my head. I immediately looked back out the window which gave me a sneaky reflection of the passengers around me. Read more
'NOT my Wife'
by Peter
My instant reaction to the question if I had ever experienced an epiphany was “Yes!” But what exactly is an epiphany? My understanding is that it is a sudden, intuitive insight into the reality of something, usually initiated by some fairly commonplace experience.
On Christmas Day 2007 my wife passed away after only a short illness. My epiphany came even more swiftly. Appropriate funeral arrangements were made and her body was brought into the Funeral Parlour prior to the burial which was to be held the following day.
I went in to the Funeral Parlour to see her. I was by myself because no-one else could bear to come with me. On seeing her lying in the coffin, I was immediately and forcibly struck by the huge difference between the now silent lifeless corpse and her vibrant, loving, caring, humorous self that I had known so well. The body looked a bit like her but it certainly was not her.
I guess that, like many people of “mature age’, over the years I had been to other funerals and seen the corpses of several members of my family, but it was not until my wife died that the brutal contrast between living and dead became so markedly evident to me. Where had that spark of life gone to? What had happened to all her love, knowledge, skills and abilities? My sudden insight in that moment was that these wonderful attributes had not been extinguished, but continue to exist somewhere else as yet to be understood. There had to be real answers to the questions “where is she now and what is she doing?”
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by Peter
My instant reaction to the question if I had ever experienced an epiphany was “Yes!” But what exactly is an epiphany? My understanding is that it is a sudden, intuitive insight into the reality of something, usually initiated by some fairly commonplace experience.
On Christmas Day 2007 my wife passed away after only a short illness. My epiphany came even more swiftly. Appropriate funeral arrangements were made and her body was brought into the Funeral Parlour prior to the burial which was to be held the following day.
I went in to the Funeral Parlour to see her. I was by myself because no-one else could bear to come with me. On seeing her lying in the coffin, I was immediately and forcibly struck by the huge difference between the now silent lifeless corpse and her vibrant, loving, caring, humorous self that I had known so well. The body looked a bit like her but it certainly was not her.
I guess that, like many people of “mature age’, over the years I had been to other funerals and seen the corpses of several members of my family, but it was not until my wife died that the brutal contrast between living and dead became so markedly evident to me. Where had that spark of life gone to? What had happened to all her love, knowledge, skills and abilities? My sudden insight in that moment was that these wonderful attributes had not been extinguished, but continue to exist somewhere else as yet to be understood. There had to be real answers to the questions “where is she now and what is she doing?”
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'Let's Give Them a Wake-Up Call'
by Wendy
There are billions of people on this planet who are deeply spiritual – but most are asleep to this fact and don’t know it yet. I can say this with confidence because it wasn’t until I was in my mid 50’s that I discovered my spirituality. The process of how I arrived there isn’t important because we will each experience something different, but the key is how we react to this discovery.
When you are told “you are at a junction in life – you can continue as you are now, and that will be fine, or you can take the rocky road and achieve your destiny”. Do you take the rocky road? If you do, the next step is likely to be self-doubt - ”my friends will think I have ‘gone to God”, “I should be able to meditate”, “I should have psychic ability”. The list is endless and it can take years to figure out that, to be a spiritual person, you don’t need to have any specific skills set.
We are all different, but spiritual people share one thing in common – we have love and compassion by the bucket load. Love/compassion is one of the few things in life that is free and our job is to share it with others…….. which brings me back to my opening statement “there are billions of deeply spiritual people on this planet”. Let’s give them a wake up call!
by Wendy
There are billions of people on this planet who are deeply spiritual – but most are asleep to this fact and don’t know it yet. I can say this with confidence because it wasn’t until I was in my mid 50’s that I discovered my spirituality. The process of how I arrived there isn’t important because we will each experience something different, but the key is how we react to this discovery.
When you are told “you are at a junction in life – you can continue as you are now, and that will be fine, or you can take the rocky road and achieve your destiny”. Do you take the rocky road? If you do, the next step is likely to be self-doubt - ”my friends will think I have ‘gone to God”, “I should be able to meditate”, “I should have psychic ability”. The list is endless and it can take years to figure out that, to be a spiritual person, you don’t need to have any specific skills set.
We are all different, but spiritual people share one thing in common – we have love and compassion by the bucket load. Love/compassion is one of the few things in life that is free and our job is to share it with others…….. which brings me back to my opening statement “there are billions of deeply spiritual people on this planet”. Let’s give them a wake up call!
'I learned I had a Role on this Earth as a Healer'
by Riana
What brings me to this page? Well that is a bit of an interesting story. I first met Melita, back in 2008 when I found myself in Egypt wondering what I was doing there. Melita gave me my very first reading and it was the start of beginning to understand who I was and what I was doing here on the planet. I learnt that I had a role on this earth as a healer. In my desire to understand more about life and living I spoke with Melita often and discovered that she had a drawing to horses, while I had a passion for them.
Through this mutual interest, we became friends. I shared all I knew about horses while Melita gently guided me through the many questions I had about energy, purpose, and navigating the journey of life. Each experience yielded ever more questions about how all the things that can’t be seen or touched, actually worked.
Reading Blissfully Dead expanded my understanding of life and living even further. To understand that there really isn’t any such thing as death is a rather large revelation, and a comforting one at that. We are simply energy in solid form for a while and when we transition from this world we still continue on in our journey, just no longer in physical form, but in energy we exist always.
These days we still catch up over yoga and paddock visits, and I did eventually find my way to my life’s purpose which is in energy healing for humans and horses.
by Riana
What brings me to this page? Well that is a bit of an interesting story. I first met Melita, back in 2008 when I found myself in Egypt wondering what I was doing there. Melita gave me my very first reading and it was the start of beginning to understand who I was and what I was doing here on the planet. I learnt that I had a role on this earth as a healer. In my desire to understand more about life and living I spoke with Melita often and discovered that she had a drawing to horses, while I had a passion for them.
Through this mutual interest, we became friends. I shared all I knew about horses while Melita gently guided me through the many questions I had about energy, purpose, and navigating the journey of life. Each experience yielded ever more questions about how all the things that can’t be seen or touched, actually worked.
Reading Blissfully Dead expanded my understanding of life and living even further. To understand that there really isn’t any such thing as death is a rather large revelation, and a comforting one at that. We are simply energy in solid form for a while and when we transition from this world we still continue on in our journey, just no longer in physical form, but in energy we exist always.
These days we still catch up over yoga and paddock visits, and I did eventually find my way to my life’s purpose which is in energy healing for humans and horses.