Your Dream Psychic

Debbie Gallagher

This weekend I’m in the wilds, doing the green wellie thing between the hills of Exmoor and Dartmoor with the sea not too far away. My head is full of research for my latest book, and I want to go to St Ives to see the old exhibition regarding the Rooks of Trelawne.

This is, apparently, a true story*. It seems that there was a man who needed to rest and came down to Trelawne, on the outskirts of Polperro in Cornwall. His friend advised him to take up a soothing hobby, an interest in birdlife for example, so he started photographing and documenting the local rooks. His friend then became interested in the local people and started taking their fingerprints. Both got a bit obsessed. Between them, they seem to have decided that the rooks were becoming people or the people were becoming rooks… I was told this in good faith, honest!

Now, just how much south country cider had to do with this mutual loss of marbles is a moot point. I wonder when/if either of them stopped to suspect they had might have left the plot at a bus stop back in the city. Were they feeding each others imaginations beyond control? Undergoing a shamanic revelation? Or just barking mad?

We’ve all been there, in those surreal relationships and situations when we think ‘What the **** is this all about?’ Maybe I’m just awkward, but I quite like them. They can get out of hand, of course, when the emotions and ideas clog up into a stalemate, or spiral into total reality loss; that’s when real work must be done on a psychic/emotional level. But on my days off, I can handle a bit of pecureality. It keeps me moving and dreaming.

I don’t know what happened to that crazy inventive pair of friends, most say even the rook colony has gone. Perhaps I’ll seek out the village of Trelawne, just to make sure the villagers haven’t disappeared too. Only thing is, there’s no mention of it on the map…

*For more info, check out ‘The Rooks of Trelawne’ by Andrew Lanyon, and the exhibition in St Ives, if it hasn’t disappeared along with the rooks!

Copyright Debbie Gallagher 2009

Tamara Trusseau

What is a reading?

On the day of my psychic party, I decided to do a presentation titled ‘what is a reading?’ The subject had been provoked primarily by the diverse skills associated with the psychics scheduled that day. Ranging from palmistry and aura therapy to psychometry and astrology, a perfect platform was provided for demonstrating the benefits of a reading.

I thought about the questions that had been posed. Examples included:

Should I have a reading that includes palmistry or would psychometry be better for me?

Would an aura reading provide the same answers as astrology?

What should I look for when choosing a psychic?

Can a reading help me make things happen?

As I dwelled on these questions, I realised how appropriate they were in relation to a psychic party that encouraged growth and exploration. I used examples from my own personal experiences in order to demonstrate how various skills can provide enlightenment in different ways. As a psychic, my aim was to deliver precision, clarity and honesty. When I felt the need for a reading, I looked for guidance, illumination and truth; but how did I actually choose a psychic? Once again, I pondered on what the answer should be and I concluded that my best decisions had been primarily based on intuition.

So how can a reading be defined and can it actually provoke and promote change? Firstly, regardless of the circumstances a reading should always provide insight and awareness. This in turn should lead to self-empowerment and with the correct understanding and utilisation of ‘freedom of choice’, a positive and constructive transformation can be initiated.

Ultimately, a reading can only be truly defined as an individual experience. Whether persuasive, insightful, provocative, or simply unique, it transcends time and space.

Debbie Gallagher

There’s a small grove at the bottom of my garden, full of bluebells. I try to meditate there each day if I can;  as a girl, one of my strongest clairaudient moments was in a bluebell wood, where I heard a beautiful inhuman male voice telling me to always remember him when bluebells were nearby. The woods were empty but I heard the voice, powerful and clear as though he was beside me. I didn’t tell anyone, and later, when I was being driven home, the driver suddenly stopped the car and ran into the woods. I sat waiting as the sun set, and my friend came back with armfulls of bluebells* which he dropped into my lap. No, he wasn’t trying to win me! We never had that vibe. His reasoning was simple: He heard a voice that wasn’t there telling him to do it.

I carried my bluebells all the way to Waterloo, caught up against my skin and hair, their scent like no other. Now the scent is all around me again, and I remember, and question.

Why do we want to tame the Wild? I don’t mean the Voice in the Woods – Whatever that energy was, I knew I could never tame it, but then, as a child, I wouldn’t want to. It’s when we take on adult fears that we need to control.  First we crave the beauty and energy of another,  then when we have it (or him/her) we resent their freedom, and feel hurt if they won’t give it up. We’re so afraid of losing the magic, we want to secure it with a guarantee. But magic has no guarantees. Magic is about not knowing how a thing works. Once you know how it works, it’s science. That’s why psychic work remains magical -  like love, we can’t totally control it, so it remains part of our wildness, the secret self, the original Us. We may trust it, but we can’t own it. All we can do is accept that, or find a different gift.

Magic versus security. Which do you choose? And once you’ve chosen, do you have to stick with it forever?

*Please please please don’t follow my friend’s example! Since that time, British bluebells have joined our many endangered wildflower species. Love the wild, and visit them where they grow!