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I saw the elephant trample the garden.
    The reality was that if my parents continued to be seekers and develop their own potential in the psychic realms, I too would develop rapidly; and in their wisdom they felt it best that my gifts develop along a natural course rather than be spurred along through weekly intense training. After all, I should have a ‘normal’ childhood and experience life suitable for my age. They believed that if there was to be a divine use of my gift, life would unfold in divine timing, not their timing.
    So I was thrust back into church life, where there would be religious discipline, training and a belief that was structured and would lay a firm foundation for any work in the spiritual realm that may be called upon later in my life.
    We had no extended family in Australia—our family consisted of Mum, Dad and me. Once in a while the small, square, laminated dining table would be extended to allow two more chairs and places for anticipated guests, perhaps a friend of mine, or neighbours Mum and Dad had invited over.
    My parents met at the local village dance. Much of their courtship and early married years revolved around activities associated with church life; something they were to adopt when they moved to Australia. Familiarity was comforting, yet we had a secret. Behind closed doors, all manner of religious philosophies and non-traditional healing practices were discussed. From their informal studies and practices I had received a dramatic absentee healing in the 1950s for my rheumatic fever by the famous English healer, Harry Edwards. It was the subsequent healing that alerted my parents of my gift.
    I recall waking up one night, sensing something very strange.
    I sat up, to see multicoloured lights zooming directly at me, like power surges. I was frightened. They danced around me, behind me and into me. I wanted to call out to my parents, but I froze.
    The only way to get to my parents’ bedroom at the other end of the house was through the coloured lights, so I thought it safer to stay where I was. Eventually I must have fallen asleep.
    The next morning, rapidly recounting what had occurred to my parents, the discussion became more like an interrogation. They wanted to know everything that had happened, realising I’d experienced a psychic phenomenon.
    Several weeks later they received a letter from Harry Edwards, who, at the time, was considered England’s most renowned spiritual healer. The contents of the letter detailed the healing he did for me—and the date. And yes, it was the day I saw the lights—they were the healing lights of Spirit. Through the power of intention, powerful prayer and kind thoughts, healers like Harry channel divine energy directly to the person who needs healing. This very same power is available to you right now. Start by monitoring your thought processes as you think of people you know—are your thoughts pure, kind, warm and caring? In time you will learn to edit negativity as you project only positive thoughts towards those in need. Keeping a gratitude diary or a prayer list may allow you to concentrate on individual’s needs and grateful accomplishments.
    You were born with the most powerful computer—your brain.
    Allow it to work miracles not only in your life but in those of others.
    Mum read tea leaves for her friends and practised laying on of hands on folk who visited our home. She had made a vow to God that she would never charge for her gifts, and consequently we had a linen cupboard full of scented talcum powders and boxes of lace handkerchiefs, given as a form of appreciation. I silently vowed to myself I would never do what my mother did.
    Her mother had told her to keep her gift a secret. She had given her first healing to someone at the age of six, had prophetic dreams and had amazing experiences with astral travel, where her astral body was able to separate from her physical body, resulting in flying dreams. This allowed her to visit