- A Spirit I Didn’t Know
- The Bridge Between Realms
- When My Life Collapsed, Spirit Showed Up
- A New Chapter, and Another Visit
- The Visit That Meant the Most
- A Glimpse of My Higher Self
- A Different Language of Communication with the Spirit World
- The Weight of the Journey
- I Don’t Doubt It Anymore
The first time I saw a spirit, I was 9.
I knew exactly who it was, and what they wanted.
I didn’t doubt myself — it felt completely natural.
It was my grandmother. She had come to say goodbye.
Only, at that moment, I didn’t know she had passed.
My grandparents lived with us. My grandmother had been ill with cancer for some time. That night, I was sleeping in my parents’ bed. I woke up to daylight alone — but not quite.
Next to the bed, I felt a presence. Not visible in the traditional sense — but undeniably there.
I “saw” it, but not with my eyes. With my soul.
It was like an energy field that distorted the air — similar to heat rising off asphalt, warping the space around it. I saw it with what I now know was my third eye. And it spoke to me, not in words, but in knowing.
It was that in-between place — between sleeping and waking — where the veil is thinnest.
I got up, walked to my mum, and asked:
“Has Grandma passed away?”
She looked at me, stunned.
“Yes,” she said. “She passed in the night.”
But I wasn’t alarmed. I wasn’t afraid.
It felt… right. Natural. Peaceful.
A Spirit I Didn’t Know
The next time I saw a spirit, it was very different — and terrifying.
I was at university. It was the middle of the night.
I woke up with that deep, unmistakable feeling: someone was watching me.
Between sleep and waking, I saw her.
A woman — floating just inches above me.
Long dark hair cascading on either side of her face like curtains.
She wore a tight top and a long skirt that hugged her waist before flowing loosely beneath her hips.
I jolted awake, heart pounding.
I didn’t recognise her. I still don’t know who she was.
Maybe a guide, checking in.
Maybe a curious spirit drawn to my sensitivity — long before I even understood I had it.
At the time, I dismissed it as a bad dream.
But somewhere deep inside, I always knew: that was real.
The Bridge Between Realms
Years later, after my life had seemingly collapsed — through burnout, heartbreak, family court, child meltdowns, and yet another rejection for my novel — the spirit world returned.
I didn’t know it then, but I had just entered a spiritual awakening.
Signs started to appear. Technology glitching in strange ways.
Synchronicities I couldn’t ignore.
At that point in my life, I didn’t believe in life after death. I hadn’t for years. And I was okay with that.
But reality was shifting. And I had no choice but to stay open.
Then my mum sent me a video explaining life after death through the lens of quantum physics — something I’ve been fascinated with most of my life.
And suddenly, everything made sense.
Science became the bridge between logic and soul.
Between what I couldn’t explain and what I couldn’t deny.
When My Life Collapsed, Spirit Showed Up
One night, from the depths of my exhaustion and despair, I asked my guides for help.
People said they existed, so I thought: What do I have to lose?
That night, I woke up with that same feeling again — the sense of being watched.
In that liminal space — sleep and waking — I saw them.
Two energy fields, just like when I saw my grandmother.
They were close. One standing just behind the other.
I didn’t recognise them, but I knew they meant no harm.
They were trying to help. To connect.
But I wasn’t ready.
My soul had been so disconnected from my body for so long, my system panicked. I was overwhelmed. Terrified, even.
And after that, they didn’t come back — not for a long time.
A New Chapter, and Another Visit
As I slowly rebuilt my life — new home, old chapters closing, new ones opening — something shifted.
One night, I had just fallen asleep. I remember my dream clearly, and then suddenly, it dissolved. Like it was making space for something else.
I saw my room — not with my physical eyes, but as if they were open.
I could see every detail. It felt real. Hyper-real.
And then it appeared.
An energy field — a sphere — rapidly expanding in front of me.
I knew it was spirit.
But my nervous system, still healing, reacted — jolting me out of the moment.
And then, not long after, my mum shared that she had been feeling someone sit on her bed, seeing shadows pass through the night.
So, one day, I asked my grandparents to confirm if it was them.
And they did.
That night, I had what seemed like a dream — but I know in my heart it was something more.
I was sitting on a bench with my mum and my daughter.
From a distant crowd, my grandfather emerged and began walking toward us.
He smiled — warm and silent — and gently greeted my daughter first, then stood in front of my mum and me.
He didn’t speak. He didn’t need to.
His presence radiated calm, reassurance, and love — the kind that wraps around you wordlessly, completely.
He sat between us for a moment… and then softly disappeared.
It was brief. But it was real.
This was not just a dream.
It was a visit. A reunion. A moment of Spirit made visible.
And it stayed with me long after I woke — a quiet reminder that love does not vanish.
It simply changes form.
And when we’re ready… it finds its way back to us.
The Visit That Meant the Most
Not long ago, our family dog passed away.
He was very old — blind, deaf, barely able to walk. A shell of the wild, alpha spirit he used to be.
We had rescued him years ago, and he had never truly been tamed. He hated being fenced in. Loved to chase rabbits and cyclists. Not the friendliest dog — except with his people.
He was closest to my brother. I was closer to our other dog, who passed years earlier (and didn’t come say goodbye — but I hadn’t awakened yet, back then. I was still lost in an abusive relationship).
This time, though, I wondered: Would he come?
I didn’t expect it. But he did.
One night, just after falling asleep, I felt him.
Not with my body — with my soul.
I could feel his energy — vibrant, youthful, himself.
He jumped onto my bed, just like he did when he was young.
I knew it instantly.
“It’s Tom!” I heard my soul scream. “It’s Tom! It’s Tom!”
The visit was short.
But he came to say goodbye.
A Glimpse of My Higher Self
Perhaps the most profound connection I ever had with the Spirit World was with my higher self, through a quiet morning of stillness and surrender.
It was my birthday.
I had organised a family stay at a beautiful glamping site in Spain, high atop a mountain overlooking the ocean.
At 7 a.m., I left my daughter sleeping with my parents and made my way to the outdoor terrace for a yoga session.
It was still dark, and across the valley, the lights of a distant town flickered against the mountains.
At first, I grumbled about getting up so early on my birthday.
But then, as we began the session, something shifted.
The quietness of the morning, the coolness of the air against my skin, the swimming pool behind us, the panoramic view of the ocean ahead — it all blended into something almost sacred.
And then the sun rose, a soft light spilling over the horizon, illuminating the vastness of the sea and sky.
In that moment, it felt like the fog lifted from my life.
I rose above the hardship, the confusion, the pain.
I could see my life — and life itself — from a higher plane.
And I understood: hardship wasn’t there to break me. It was part of the richness of being alive.
It was what gave meaning, growth, depth to my experience.
I smiled and thanked the universe for the gift of simply being here.
Since then, I’ve developed a deep connection with my Higher Self — one that grows stronger with time. It speaks through intuition: a physical sensation in my gut, a quiet certainty that redirects my mind toward one answer and one answer only. Years ago, I might’ve dismissed it as imagination. But over time, I gave myself the benefit of the doubt — a vote of confidence. And every time, my intuition proved right, even when logic or circumstances pointed the other way.
The spirit world has always been beside me, gently guiding, patiently waiting for me to tune in.
Today, I walk my spiritual journey with more confidence, trust, and an open heart, knowing that with each step, I am becoming the person I was always meant to be — one who embraces both the seen and the unseen with equal grace.
A Different Language of Communication with the Spirit World
I used to think communication from the Spirit World would be obvious — loud voices, clear messages, impossible to miss. But over time, I’ve come to realise it’s far more subtle than that — and no less real. Spirit speaks through the physical world, not with trumpets and megaphones, but with synchronicities, symbols, repeating numbers… and sometimes, through technology. That was the first time I thought: maybe someone is trying to reach me.
It all began with a toy — during a key moment in the court proceedings.
Most of my family was visiting for my child’s birthday, and I noticed one of her toys would turn on by itself whenever we walked past it. At first, I thought there must be a short circuit. But one day, I went to turn it off… only to find it was already switched off.
Strangely, I didn’t feel afraid. I felt safe. Protected.
The toy would activate at very specific, meaningful moments. I even began talking to it sometimes, instinctively feeling that it was one of my grandparents — particularly my mum’s mother — letting me know they were there.
I’ve always been scared of the spirit world, probably because it’s filled with mysteries I can’t explain through my five senses. But this didn’t feel frightening.
When I told a friend, they freaked out and asked why I hadn’t removed the batteries.
Truthfully, leaving the batteries in gave me comfort — it kept the door open to a “rational” explanation. If it was just a technical glitch, I could stay grounded.
Thankfully, the spirit respected my boundaries — the toy never activated at night, which would have terrified me. And it stopped altogether once that chapter of my life closed.
Then came the picture frame.
One night, during another critical moment, a frame fell off the bedroom wall in the middle of the night. It had been hanging perfectly fine for seven months.
The frame was deeply symbolic — it represented the time when my child was born.
I didn’t love that sign. It felt heavy. Why did they have to choose the middle of the night to do that and not the middle of the day?
Once, while talking to my mum on the phone — sharing a message I had received from her father through a medium — a thumbs-up appeared on the screen without either of us pressing anything.
Laughing, I said, “Maybe the spirits are agreeing with me! Let’s double-check. Spirits, if you agree with what I just said to my mum, please show me again.”
And they did.
Even though the rational part of me wanted more proof, moments like that felt like direct communication. (Though my mum’s scepticism sometimes fed my doubts again.)
Later, during a family lunch, it happened again — but this time, my brother witnessed it too.
He had just called my mum via video, and when she asked about the weather, a big thumbs-down flashed on her phone screen.
We laughed, asking if the weather was bad — and my brother confirmed it was.
I even researched whether iPhones could automatically display reactions like that — but what we saw was different. My brother, who doesn’t believe in these things, agreed. And no one made a gesture, or even showed their hands, for it to happen.
And yet another seed was planted:
When we were starting to suspect ADHD in my daughter, my phone began showing me ads about “giftedness” — a word I’d never encountered before. I ignored it… until professionals later confirmed: she was indeed gifted. And so was I.
Still, I was always torn — seeking certainty in an uncertain world.
So many little signs began to stack up.
Like the time my daughter lost her favourite toy outside… and we came home to find it waiting on our doorstep.
Or when the car radio resynced during a difficult meltdown — as if trying to anchor me in the middle of emotional chaos.
There were countless other moments too:
- Waking up consistently at the same time in the middle of the night
- A tap turning on and off three times — and the number three showing up repeatedly in my life (which later turned out to be strongly linked to my life path and soul purpose)
- A former colleague I hadn’t spoken to in over 12 years suddenly getting in touch right after I lost my job and was struggling to produce my podcast solo — only to discover his wife used to be a volunteer as a podcast producer
At some point, I stopped calling them coincidences.
These weren’t random.
They were aligned.
And even if my rational mind couldn’t explain it, my soul already knew.
The Weight of the Journey
My spiritual journey hasn’t always felt magical. More often, it’s felt heavy.
Like my brain couldn’t keep up with my soul. Like it hadn’t shifted yet — not completely.
It craved proof. Tangible, irrefutable proof. Again and again.
I didn’t just want to connect with Spirit.
I needed to communicate.
And not just communicate — master it, immediately. Cleanly. Clearly.
But my brain was still stuck in hypervigilance — scanning, controlling, protecting. Letting go felt unsafe. Trusting the unseen felt impossible. I felt isolated, from Spirit, from the living too.
And there were times I got it wrong.
Times I misread the signs, or misinterpreted what I felt.
And when I did, it shattered everything. My beliefs, my progress, my trust.
I’ve been angry at the spirit world. Furious, even.
For not being clearer. For making me doubt myself. For pushing me into uncertainty, again and again.
There were moments when I wanted nothing more to do with it.
Because the whole thing felt overwhelming.
But eventually — quietly — something shifted.
I realised this journey was never about knowing.
Not really.
It was never about getting messages on demand, mastering communication, or chasing certainty.
It was about letting go of what no longer served me.
It was about softening the grip of control — and learning to listen instead.
To my body.
To my soul.
To that inner knowing that doesn’t speak in words but speaks the truth nonetheless.
Now I see: Guides, guardians, signs… they matter, yes.
But they’re not the point.
This — this moment, this life — is the point.
The healing.
The integration.
The remembering of who I am beneath all the noise.
That’s what truly matters now.
I Don’t Doubt It Anymore
For years I dismissed these things — labelled them as dreams, tricks of the mind, coincidences.
But not anymore.
Now, I trust my instincts.
I trust my soul.
I trust the language that doesn’t use words — the one that lives in symbols, energy, and knowing.
I know what I’ve experienced.
And I know the spirit world is real.
It’s always been with me.
Watching. Guiding. Waiting for me to be ready.
And now that I am… I see it everywhere.
✨ Thank you for reading my journey. If you’ve had experiences with Spirit, healing, or connecting with your Higher Self, I’d love to hear your story too. ✨
If this topic speaks to you, you might also enjoy last week’s episode of Interesting Voices. I had a beautiful conversation with psychic medium Karen Docherty about mediumship, intuition, and the many ways the Spirit World connects with us.
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