Author: Sharon

You were born with golden needles
And your threads of chosen colours.
Each weaver to add to the wonderful tapestry of life.
Your elders worked hard and treasured their gift.
They breathed life and love into the Earth’s beauty
So it was for thousands of years.
Your tapestry grew rich with its threads and it’s weaving
I was bountiful and I gave all to your joyous creation.


Much time had passed and generations grew wealthy
You forgot to seek out the silks and the threads.
What difference was made, if they used tarnished needles
Your time was precious and you had much to be done.
These threads soon lost their lustre
But worry not, “time is on our side, We can restore what has gone before
We must keep the wheel moving, no matter the cost”.


You smashed the land as you created your borders
You pillaged my body as you raped without thought
You contaminated my air, you poisoned my waters
You slashed spears in my side.
Some tried to help me, some fought for my rights.
But no one would listen.
You had much to be done. 
And as I lay wounded
You argued and fought
Your governments told you
They knew what was best.


Now you will feel my fury, I have been waiting
I will create the nightmare you’ve begged for.
You will feel the Earth’s last breath
As you foolishly rush for the tapestry you no longer possess.

The Corona Virus has been on everybody’s minds lately, it’s all we talk about, it’s on the news constantly. 

A lot of my clients have been calling up for readings, trying to find out if they will stay healthy, how to manage their business in these worrying times.

I decided to do a tarot reading on this virus, on how things will unfold in the coming weeks and months. How we can manage and how we will come out the other side.

This isn’t an entertaining broadcast but on the bright side my cat wouldn’t stop chatting in the background, hopefully that lightens this serious subject. 

Have a listen.

It’s odd how unexpectedly you can connect to people.

This morning when I woke up, I had a visitor, Princess Diana.

She told me a lot mostly about her sons and her view of their life now, the disagreement between them and her view of the big picture.

I’ve been thinking about energy for a little while now. Energy is what makes our lives what they are, but we all rush around, robbing ourselves of our power, getting caught up and lost.

I was thinking of the ways we can generate energy and harness that self power for our lives. Raising our energy practically, personally and spiritually. 

Hopefully we can all raise our energy and use our self power to live our best lives.

Meghan Markle and Prince Harry have been constantly in the news, friends talk to me about them, they seem to be everywhere right now.

I was curious so I decided to take a look at the energy there and do a brief reading, just to see what was happening. I’m not a royalist, but I was curious about these two people and the situation they are now in.

If you want to know the shape of things to come, have a listen.

The way your hair caressed your collar
as you held me close.
Dancing our last dance together.
The way our finger entwined
without a thought for tomorrow.
On that short walk to the end
not knowing I’d never see you smile again.

Could we have made the dance last longer
If we held each other closer.
Knowing the future would vanish
we could have been one
Just for a short time
that could last a lifetime
for the girl who treasured your smile.

If love is a memory
it breathes in my heart.
If love was a moment
we never did part.
If time was the measure
then you were the treasure.
The magic the music the dance.
You fell to the Angels, 
and the thing I remember
was the dried blood
under your nails.

Today I reached for a box from a shelf,
Knowing it’s contents
Would wound like a thousand paper cut.
Inside was laughter and pain,
And as I fingered
The jewels inside,
Turning and remembering so many
Moments of beauty
I had turned my back to.
I had walked in all directions
To avoid the promise of happiness.
These memories came rushing
And the tears came falling.
Tomorrow I will plant a flower
In reverence of the lovers
I ran from and the wonders I left behind.

If I wrote your name
In the sky
Would you trace the hand
That held the pen.
Would you remember me
The girl who let you go.
Taking your choices from you
Doing it for your salvation.
Wisdom was my gift
And fear my master.

Today I had an unexpected visitor. Jeffrey Epstein.