Almost four and a half years ago, in March 2019, my husband killed my dog Paddy in front of me. It’s mentioned briefly here, and you can read more about that, and the challenges I have worked through, with the help of Spirit, in my book, The Soul Cave.
Due to ongoing investigations, it was another two months until Paddy’s body was released for cremation. I didn’t want to keep his ashes – as a psychic and clairvoyant I know they are merely the earthly remains of his physical shell, and his spirit has visited me several times since his passing. Paddy was a Spanish rescue dog, and he loved the sea, so I intended to take his ashes back to Spain to scatter in the Mediterranean Sea. A friend who has a boat offered to help me with this, but then Covid and life got in the way, and it didn’t happen.
A couple of weeks ago, as I was driving away from home, I thought I’d left my dog Luna in the courtyard, because a black and white dog poked its head through the wrought iron gate, but then I realised it was Paddy, not Luna I was seeing. It was the first time he’d come to me for a while, and he looked as real solid as Luna, so I realised he must have a message for me, but it wasn’t immediately obvious what that message was.
A little while later, I knew. A friend had chartered a boat, and we were invited on the trip. He messaged me with more information and I realised that Paddy had come to tell me it was time to let him go. I was a bit reluctant to ask my friends if I could release his ashes on the trip, but they were more than happy to do so, especially as it seemed that Paddy had invited himself along anyway!
The eve of the boat trip dawned, and I reached down the container with Paddy’s ashes so I wouldn’t forget it in the morning rush, as we had an early start. The first thing I noticed was there was a small grey feather on top of the straw pouch containing his ashes, which were stored on top of my crystal cabinet and Angel Altar.
The feather hadn’t been there a few days earlier, when I’d moved everything to dust the unit, so I took it as a sign that I was doing the right thing. Looking up the meaning confirmed this. A small grey feather is a message from a deceased loved one, animal or human, to let you know they are okay and you are on the right path spiritually. It also represents transformation, spiritual protection, tranquility and peace. It’s a sign that you’ve processed your grief and are ready to move into your next phase.
I feel that writing The Soul Cave and seeing it published was the final stage of healing from the trauma of seeing Paddy killed in front of me for no good reason. I am now able to talk about it without getting upset, and many of the early readers are telling me how much my story is helping them navigate their own challenges. For me, this is the ultimate healing experience, to know that my trauma is helping others to move forward in their own lives.
As for the transformational aspect, in the last week a number of things have happened that will raise my profile in my work with Spirit, and bring new readers to my book. I’ve been interviewed for a high circulation spiritual magazine in the UK, and I am to appear on a TV programme to talk about my book and my experiences a psychic. So new things are coming, and I will be able to help more people heal, which was the main reason for writing The Soul Cave in the first place.
I chose a beautiful spot in view of the island where we’d moored for our picnic and to swim in the sea, but well away from the shore. As I released the ashes, and the feather with them, I noticed a beautiful jellyfish, swimming right alongside the boat and following the trail of Paddy’s ashes further out to sea. We’d seen lots of brown jellyfish on our trip, and the boat owner had assured us they were totally harmless. However, there were no other jellyfish in view – I wouldn’t have scattered the ashes if there had been. So I felt there was another message from Spirit here.
The jellyfish was beautiful – looking down on it, it was brilliant blue-white, with a pink and purple frill, which seemed to be all around its body. It was moving too fast to get a decent picture, but it appears it was a Rhizostoma Pulmo, which has fused oral arms rather than tentacles. In other words, several mouths rather than one, which can look like a frill when viewed from above.
Researching the spiritual meaning of jellyfish, they are also symbols of transformation, and encourage you to go with the flow of life. Some cultures see them as messengers from the dead, and as good luck totems. As they are known to be able to change shape and adapt to new situations, seeing one indicates that you can do the same, and that you are healed and ready to move forward.
As if that wasn’t enough, as the boat started up again and we continued back to shore, I looked up to see a beautiful cloud formation in the shape of an angel. By the time I got the camera, it had started to break up, but it still looks very much like an angel in this image. I feel it was Archangel Azrael, the Angel of Transition who accompanies every soul into this life and out of it, confirming that Paddy was well and happy in the spirit world. It felt like angelic approval, that I had handled everything well, and I felt a wonderful calmness enfold me in that special moment.
All in all, these were powerful messages from Spirit that I am on my right path, and can deal with whatever arises. I am so grateful that I was able to experience the beauty of both the natural world and the spirit world as I helped Paddy fully complete his circle of life in this incarnation. Despite – or maybe because of – the traumas and challenges I have dealt with, I feel incredibly blessed and fortunate.