I’m from a seaside town in England, called Great Yarmouth. It had the proud distinction of having more pubs per capita than anywhere else in the British Isles. I think I visited most of them. I moved to Australia when I was 22, and outside a brief stint in Papua New Guinea (which I loved despite everyone telling me I was totally rocks in the head kinda nuts to go), I have lived in Australia since. That was until the beginning of 2018, when I spent about two and a half years in New York in a super fancy pants role.
I worked there heading up a team of over one hundred creative people in a major advertising health network, doing some cool work, judging international award shows, making my mark big time on a busting-at-the-knickers-seams industry, winning lots of shiny objects along the way. It was the culmination of an amazing career I never expected, What I loved about it was empowering people to be their best, through the joint forces of love and creativity. A pretty kick-arse duo.
So how did I, a Chief Creative Officer of a major health advertising agency go from in New York, to living in Topi Topi, semi-rural New South Wales, channelling a language I had never even heard of and helping heaps of people to start being the best they can be? Are you ready? It’s pretty rad. I had a dream. Not a Martin Luther King kinda dream. But a dream where I saw a place in Brazil, felt it in my heart and knew I had to visit. Only problem is, I had no idea whereabouts in Brazil it was.
So back story to the backstory. The dream happened in March of 2010. I felt trapped in a job where I wasn’t loved or appreciated, and I felt bullied and marginalized. For the first time in my life, I prayed. Like on my knees, sobbing prayed. I prayed for things to get better. I prayed for my husband to get work so I could stay home with the kids. Or if that wasn’t going to happen (and I kinda knew it wouldn’t - don’t ask why), I prayed for a retrenchment so I would have enough money to fund me as I tried to establish myself as a freelance writer so I could support my two small kids and an eye-watering mortgage.
And two weeks later, guess what? I got retrenched. That afternoon, we went to the beach and drank champagne. And then I had THAT dream. Problem was, I had no idea where that place in Brazil was. But I had to go. So, after a bit of sleuth work, the pieces fell into place. I followed my intuition and soon learned the place was the Casa Dom Inacio, in Abadiania, Brazil, created by full trance medium John of God. Six weeks later I was on my way. It was the start of a life-time journey working with the entities of Love and Light that work through willing souls at the Casa.
I have returned every year since, except for COVID years. The work there is mind blowing and heart opening. I have received many gifts there since I asked to be of service.
I now channel light language, song and sign, shift/clear energies and bring through whatever needs to in the moment. When I am working, I feel pure joy. And so much love for what I do. I decided to make Topi Topi into a retreat as there is so much work to be done. The energy here is amazing, and on the land, I often go into ceremony, spontaneously accessing rituals, movements and song that come through. I don’t understand it. Nor do I need to. All I know is that it comes from a place of love. And at the end of the day, Love is all there is.