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The website of Author/Writer and Psychic Medium Astrid Brown. Making the most of 'YOU' i.e. how to achieve well-being and beauty from within ourselves. A truly holistic blog providing information on all aspects of psychic mediumship, spiritualism, philosophy, holistic therapies, nutrition, health, stress, mental health and beauty with a little bit of Wicca for good measure. Feeling and looking good is as much a part of how we feel inside as the outside.

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I am a great believer in Karma, but just what is it? Karma comes from the Sanskrit and ancient Indian Language with the underlying principal that every deed in our lives will affect our future life. For example, if we treat others badly during our lifetime we will have negative experiences later on in that lifetime or in future lifetimes. Likewise, if we treat others well we will be rewarded by positive experiences.

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Saturday 21 March 2015


Article below is from the Daily Mail and similar to another article I pasted on here. Believe what you want for I won't push my beliefs onto anyone, but I will say if you are reading my webpage you must have some interest in the paranormal. When I do readings for clients I often have no contact with them what so ever. Someone will ask me for an email reading, a total stranger, and when I am given validation of the reading, explain to me how could I possibly know, I can't read body language, read their mind, I can't see them, haven't seen a photograph, can't hear their voice or have ever heard their voice for that matter. So how can I know about their relatives in spirit and about their lives? Until someone can come up with a rational explanation for this you have no right to criticise the people below and their experiences. I give survival evidence on a daily basis, I have seen spirit all my life from being a tiny child, just as my daughters and grandchildren also do. Are these small children telling complicated and fanciful lies? I don't think so, especially when a two year old's predictions come true.

Loved ones spoke to us from beyond the grave: Readers' spine-tingling stories will test the skepticism of anyone who doesn't believe in the spirit world 

  • Novelist Jane Merrill Forrest didn't believe in seances and ghost stories
  • However, a mysterious encounter with her dead brother changed her mind
  • She told her story in the Daily Mail and we asked you to share yours
  • Readers who were spoken to from beyond the grave responded in droves
Scoff at seances and ghost stories? Novelist Jane Merrill Forrest did, until - as she related in last Saturday's Daily Mail - a mysterious encounter with her dead brother changed her mind. We asked you to share your own experiences, and you responded in droves...
Yvonne Moreman's husband died after a long and happy marriage
Yvonne Moreman's husband died after a long and happy marriage
After a long and happy marriage, my darling husband died. Five months later, I was sitting in my kitchen with the door to the hall open when the temperature in the bungalow suddenly dropped (it was a lovely, sunny day).
When I looked up, I could see an outline similar in size to my husband.
I spoke to him and told him how I loved him and missed him. After a short time, he put out his arms towards me... and then he disappeared, and the temperature in my home returned to normal.
I have never dismissed the thought of an afterlife, nor have I really believed in it, but I do know now that my beloved is waiting for me, so I have no fear of dying.
Yvonne Moreman
My husband Noel and I live in Northern Ireland. Noel used to be an engineer and is the most pragmatic, realistic man you could ever meet.
On July 31 last year, he came in from his shift after midnight and put his car keys on the bedside cabinet. At 3am, the keys flew across the room, waking us both, and I accused him of swiping them with his hand. He just said it wasn’t him, and that was that.
We were flying to London later that day. As I was driving to the airport, he kept telling me to watch my speed, mind that car, and was generally being irritating. Then he said: ‘We are going to be in a car crash today.’ At the airport, I gloated that I’d managed to get us there in one piece.
Catherine was involved in a car crash after her husband was visited by dead relatives
Catherine was involved in a car crash after her husband was visited by dead relatives
We landed at Heathrow at 5pm and got picked up by a friend. As I got into the middle of the back seat, I couldn’t find the belt buckle so I wasn’t going to bother. Noel insisted I dig it out and gave me ‘The Glare’.
Five minutes later, I shouted: ‘That guy hasn’t seen us!’ as another vehicle sped across the lanes.
The impact was fairly substantial. I dislocated my neck and pulled the cruciate ligament in my left knee. Noel fractured his sternum and three ribs. The Fire Brigade said that if I hadn’t been wearing my seatbelt, I would have been out through the windscreen.

He told me that his recently deceased cousin Shane had thrown the keys, and that he was there with their grandmother. They had told him not to go to London as he would be in terrible pain. When I asked why he had still gone, Noel said that if he hadn’t, then I wouldn’t have worn a seatbelt and would probably have been killed.
If anyone else but Noel had come out with this story, then I would have laughed at it.
Susan Jones' uncle was a Manchester United fan
Susan Jones' uncle was a Manchester United fan
My Uncle Don was a lovely, caring man, and, like most of the family, a Manchester United supporter.
When he died it was the week before Remembrance Day, and I visited the chapel of rest to say a last goodbye. Uncle Don was dressed in a black suit and tie with a white shirt, and it struck me how drab it all looked.
So I took the poppy I was wearing and pinned it to Uncle Don’s lapel. That looked much better. Then I kissed him on the cheek and left.
Fast forward two years and I was sitting watching Manchester United playing in a Champions League match on TV. There was only me in the room, but my son was upstairs watching the game.
The door to the hall was open and out of the corner of my eye I thought I saw my son standing there. I turned to speak but there was no one there — just a glow of light on the door.
This happened about four times over the next 20 minutes or so, until eventually I got up and shouted up to my son, asking him if he’d been down. He said he hadn’t. I returned to the lounge and continued to watch the game, still aware of the glow on the door.
There was a huge vase of silk poppies — my favourite flower — in the room. Suddenly, one of the poppy heads fell off the flowers and onto the floor. I was quite shocked as I was the only person in the room and I had not moved.
I rang my sister’s friend, who is a psychic medium, and she asked me whose anniversary was around that time. I said: ‘Uncle Don’s.’
Then she asked what I had given him in the chapel of rest. I was stunned, as it had been a poppy!
I ended the conversation and said: ‘Come in, Uncle Don, and watch the game.’ A few minutes later, when I turned round, the glow had gone from the door.
Susan Jones
Many years ago, my first wife and I had finished decorating our small flat in Greenwich, South London. The only item we were still searching for was a bedspread.
One Saturday morning, we visited the Harrods bedding department. Right there as we walked in was the absolute perfect bedspread at a cost of £80. This was 30 years ago, so heaven knows what the cost would be today.
A foreign sales assistant, possibly Italian, was so helpful in explaining what a lovely item it was, although she agreed ‘it was a lot of money’. She suggested that we go and have coffee upstairs and think about it, which we did.
We made the decision to purchase the bedspread but the assistant was nowhere to be seen. As she had been so helpful, we decided to return to the store a little later to give the same assistant the sale, in case she had been on commission.
On our return, there were two other sales assistants standing by the till in conversation. My wife and I asked them if ‘the Italian sales lady was available’.
To our astonishment, the reply was: ‘I’m really sorry to tell you, but she passed away a year ago to the day...and we were just talking about her.’
We never said anything but we did purchase the bedspread, which looked fabulous in our room.
The bedspread is long gone now. However, before it was disposed of a small piece was cut from the end and framed as a reminder of what happened.
I still have the item in my possession.
Paul Carugati


An acquaintance arrived at Mary Martin's door with flowers
An acquaintance arrived at Mary Martin's door with flowers
The death of my son Andrew at 21 was particularly difficult for me to bear. He was my only child — a Cambridge undergraduate, highly intelligent and gifted — and I had raised him mainly on my own.
Walking home from shopping some months after his death, I heard him say: ‘I’m going to remember Mother’s Day tomorrow.’ I can only describe this as a telepathic communication, and it was very clear.
I carried on home greatly uplifted. It was a wonderful moment I shall never forget.
The next day, I answered an unexpected ring at my door. A casual acquaintance was there with her arms full of flowers — daffodils, forsythia and pussy willow.
She told me that the flowers were not from her. She said that she was washing up the breakfast dishes when she heard Andrew say: ‘Take some flowers for Mum.’ These were picked from her garden. She told me that nothing like this had ever happened to her.
It had a profound and moving effect on us both. I’d not told anyone about the message the previous day. Neither did I know this lady very well. It was clear that Andrew wanted me to know he was safe.
Mary Martin
My mother passed away in November 1999. In December 2014, I went to a medium.
He asked me if I had lost my mother and who was the Gemini (which was her birth sign). He even named her — Jean.
Then he told me she had to get something off her chest that she was sorry she never told me, and it was about my other sibling.
I am 61 and an only child, but he was adamant that she said there was another sibling.
Family tree: After her mother died in November 1999, a medium told Pauline Holmes she had a sibling
Family tree: After her mother died in November 1999, a medium told Pauline Holmes she had a sibling
Two days later, I contacted a cousin whom my mother lived with during the war. I asked if, when mum lived with her family, did she have a miscarriage, an abortion or even a baby.
The next words nearly blew me away. My cousin said how sad she was for my mum, and that she had given birth to a baby girl when she was about 19 years old, in 1942!
I stood in my dining room, so stunned and shocked. My cousin had seen the baby lying on a settee in her house. She had just come home with her brother from being evacuated and was told they were looking after it for someone.
A few days later, they took the baby to a house in Southampton where my mother handed the baby over. On their return, my mother was very distressed. My cousin said this is how she knew it was my mum’s child.
I looked on the internet and found a child born in 1942 with my mother’s maiden name, and went to my local register office to obtain a birth certificate. I was told the child had been adopted, which would have been true. There was no father named.
I have tried to trace this person, but have come to a dead end at the moment.
How could this medium know about this if my mother had not told him?
Pauline Holmes
My late husband Mike and I adored each other. We’d been together since I was 16 and he was 19, so imagine how devastated we were to learn he had mesothelioma (asbestos-related cancer).
Mike had worked as a ship’s draughtsman after his apprenticeship in the Fifties, when asbestos was everywhere on the ships.
I nursed Mike single-handed throughout his illness as I couldn’t bear the thought of being parted from him. He died very peacefully sitting next to me, holding my hand, in his favourite chair, four days after his 60th birthday.
I was heartbroken and, as I stroked his hair as he took his last breath, I said: ‘Promise you’ll always be with me, Mike.’ Today, I’m positive that he is.
A week after he died, I was trying to stick four tiles to the wall in the downstairs bathroom, because they’d fallen off. Often my eldest son, Steve, would call in to see me on his way to business meetings for a quick coffee and chat.
This particular morning, I was getting distressed as I couldn’t get the tiles to stick. I suddenly cried out loud: ‘Oh Mike, if only you were here you’d know what to do — and you’d be making me a cup of tea, wouldn’t you?’
Within a couple of minutes, I heard the sound of the kettle in the kitchen. I waited (still in the bathroom) until I heard it click off, then called out to my son: ‘Steve, will you make the tea and coffee please?’, thinking he had called in. 
There was no reply, so I got off my knees and went to the kitchen — but there was no one around and the back door was locked. I went over to the kettle, which was still steaming and scalding hot! The last time the kettle was used was for my breakfast at 7.30am — and it was now 11.15am.
I froze, but then a lovely warm feeling came over me. I said: ‘Is that you, Mike?’ and I bawled my eyes out. So yes, there is life after death. I’m so relieved because I know that I will see my beloved Mike again.

Donna Ayres has been haunted since her brother Paul died
Ann Ash
Patricia Foster chose a property with a balcony after receiving a message from her mother
Patricia Foster chose a property with a balcony after receiving a message from her mother
In 2013, I was sitting at my computer wondering which of two properties to buy. One was overlooking a canal with a balcony, the other was totally different, but they were both nice.
As I was sitting there pondering, all of a sudden I heard an almighty crash behind me. Startled, I jumped up and looked behind me.
A large picture, which had been on the wall for ten years, had come crashing down. But it was intact and there was not a mark on it.
As I picked it up, I saw something written on it in small letters. It said: ‘On the balcony.’
I had bought this picture for my mum, who had lived with us but passed away in 2007. The picture was of two ladies on a balcony looking over a Parisian street.
That was good enough for me. I was definitely going to take the flat with the balcony. Thank you, Mum.
And after a couple of days unpacking, we put the picture on the wall right near the balcony.
I couldn’t believe it, the top of the balcony in the picture was the same colour and shape as the balcony outside my new flat.
All my family say it was definitely the best move I could have made.
Patricia Foster


My cousin died suddenly and unexpectedly at the age of 60. A few days later, I was sitting in the kitchen writing my book. I’m a numerologist and I was writing about repeated digits such as 111, 222, 333 and so on.
Suddenly, I heard my cousin’s voice. He said: ‘Count the days.’ I didn’t understand what he meant and then he repeated: ‘Count the days.’ This time as he said it, I somehow understood that he wanted me to count how many days he had been alive.
Using the website timeanddate.com I entered his date of birth and his date of death. I was stunned when I saw the result.
He had lived for exactly 22,222 days!
Hilary Carter
My mum sadly passed away in 2006. I rang my daughters that evening and told them the news.
The next morning my eldest daughter texted me to say that my grandson, who was three at the time, had come into the room that morning, not knowing that Grey Nanny (his name for her) had died. He called me Nanny Bells.
He said: ‘Grey Nanny said that you must tell Nanny Bells that she isn’t to worry, as she is home now!’
Susie Roberts 


  • Ryan, 10, a boy from Muskogee, Oklahoma with Baptist parents claims he has been reincarnated and was an actor and agent in a past life
  • He claimed he was Marty Martin, who was in the Mae West film Night After Night and performed on Broadway, after seeing him in a movie still
  • Ryan began seeing Dr. Jim Tucker soon after, a highly respected child psychiatrist who works with children who remember past lives
  • Even Dr. Tucker was amazed by Ryan's story, and found that 55 of his details match perfectly with Martin's life
  • What's more, Martin is such an obscure actor that there were no articles of pieces about him at all, and it took a film archivist to even learn his name
  • Ryan also knew the year Martin was born, even though it was listed incorrectly on his public death certificate  
He has acted opposite Mae West, tripped the light fantastic on The Great White Way and even partied with Rita Hayworth, and now Ryan is sharing his stories about life during the Golden Age of Hollywood.
The only problem is that Ryan is a 10-year-old boy from Muskogee, Oklahoma who was born to Baptist parents, and this amazing life of his was a past life.
That being said, his vast amounts of knowledge, vivid recollections of the time and stunningly accurate descriptions of the era have convinced even experts that the young man may have in fact been 
Ryan (above with his mother) a 10-year-old boy from Muskogee, Oklahoma with Baptist parents claims he has been reincarnated and was an actor and agent in a past life
Ryan (above with his mother) a 10-year-old boy from Muskogee, Oklahoma with Baptist parents claims he has been reincarnated and was an actor and agent in a past life
Marty Martin
Mae West
He believes he was Marty Martin (left), who was in the Mae West (right) film Night After Night and performed on Broadway
It all began when Ryan was just 4-years-old his mother Cyndi told Today, and he began having nightmares that neither she or her husband, a local police officer, could find a way to stop.
He would talk about his heart exploding and, more than anything, Hollywood, a place that was thousands of miles away from Oklahoma.
What's more, the reserved youngster would always speak in a matter-of-fact manner during these times. 
Then, after a year of this, he finally sat down his mom.
'He said "Mom, I have something I need to tell you,"' said Cyndi.
'I used to be somebody else.'
Having been raised Baptist, Cyndi did not believe in reincarnation or past lives, and decided to hide her son's admission from his father.
But she slowly became curious and then somewhat convinced the more her son spoke of Hollywood, his five marriages, lavish trips to Europe, his old homes and how all his acting clients kept changing their last names, so she decided to start doing some research on Hollywood during the studio era and shared some of the books she found at the local library with her son.
Then, one day, Ryan had a breakthrough when he saw a still from the from the 1932 movie Night After Night starring Mae West.
'That's me,' Ryan told his mother.
Ryan began seeing Dr. Jim Tucker (above) soon after he revealed his past life, a highly respected child psychiatrist who works with children who remember past lives, and does not think Ryan is not lying
Ryan began seeing Dr. Jim Tucker (above) soon after he revealed his past life, a highly respected child psychiatrist who works with children who remember past lives, and does not think Ryan is not lying
Rita Hayworth
Rita Hayworth
Ryan also recalls parting with Rita Hayworth (above) when he was Martin
Ryan's father (center) is a local police officer and neither her nor his wife knew anything about old Hollywood
Ryan's father (center) is a local police officer and neither her nor his wife knew anything about old Hollywood
Ryan was pointing to an extra in the film, a man with no lines that they later learned was bit-actor turned agent Marty Martin.
That is when Cyndi decided Ryan should talk to someone, and the family found Dr. Jim Tucker, a highly respected child psychiatrist from the University of Virginia who has spent time talking with and studying children who claim to remember past lives.
And even he noted there was something very special, and different, about Ryan.
Most remarkable to Dr. Tucker, besides Ryan's incredible detail, was how accurate his claims matched up with the life of Martin, a virtual unknown who neither Ryan's family nor Dr. Tucker knew anything about, even his name, until they reached out to a film archivist.
The film archivist gave them the name, and they then contacted one of Martin's daughters to ask about his life.
That is when they discovered that 55 of Ryan's statements matched up perfectly with Martin's life - including the street he lived on, how many children he had, how many siblings he had and those aforementioned five marriages.
The most shocking claim however came when Ryan told Dr. Tucker during a session one day that he wondered why God had him die at 61-years-old only to be reincarnated as a baby.
This seemed to clash with Martin's death report, that stated he was 59 at the time he died.
That is until Dr. Tucker looked through old census reports and discovered that the certificate, and not Ryan, was incorrect.
The certificate claimed Martin was born in 1905 when in fact he had been born in 1903 according to the census.
And so, Martin was likely  61-years-old at the time of his death. 
Ryan now says his memories of Martin are starting to fade, and as for Dr. Tucker, he has compiled Ryan's story and other like it in his book Return To Life.

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I am often asked various questions pertaining to the spirit world and various aspects of the psychic, here are some of them: I will in time feature more questions and answers as this webpage evolves

Q. Is a psychic or medium a fortune teller?
A. It may surprise you to know psychics and mediums are not fortune tellers
Q. Is it possible to forecast the future?
A.Well not 100% and this is because of free will.
Q. What is free will?
A. Free will is YOUR right to decide what you want to do about a situation, it is a choice
Q. How does free will affect a situation?
A. Well before we incarnate as Spirit in a human body, we decide on what experiences and challenges that will benefit our spiritual growth. However we are given the choice (free will) as to whether we go through with the experience or challenge. In effect we are allowed to change or mind.
Q. So are you saying we all know what lies before us?
A. Well in a way we all do. Remember we are 'Spirit' in a human body and your spirit does retain a memory but it is deep in our subconscious. This memory is retained deeply for a reason to help us fulfill our experiences and challenges we ourselves chose. However it is also at this deep level so we are not so aware. If you knew what lay before you would you go through with it? Probably not but we still retain this memory deeply and this reflects in our Aura.
Q. So what is the Aura?
A.The aura is The Aura is an electromagnetic field that surrounds living bodies, this includes people, animals, plants and crystals and is composed of several layers that are constantly moving. The Aura links us to whats known as Universal energy i.e. that is all the knowledge in the Universe past, present and future. It is on this aura that psychics are able to tap into and access your past, whats going on in the present and the possible future and I say possible specifically if your goal or desire is dependent on other people, for remember every person involved in a situation has free will.