Finding Inspiration

People often ask me where I find the inspiration for writings, addresses, prayers and meditations. I guess in the normal places, and in some rather unusual ones too.

I have kids, and they inspire me because of their unswerving innocent faith. I have friends and they inspire me because of their ability to put their own troubles on hold long enough to listen to mine. I have the world around me which is a constantly changing and growing source of inspiration, Birds, flowers, trees etc., and I find loads of inspiration in music!

The Planet.

Constantly inspiring, this plant amazes me with its ability to survive against fantastic odds, the greenery comes back year on year, the little birds and wild animals surviving next to motorways. The love in the air on a spring morning when the wind blows gently through your hair. The awe and fulfilment of the knowledge that you are part of this glorious universe, when you stand on a crisp winter night beneath clear skies peppered with stars that seem to go on forever.

Can there ever be anything more beautiful than this world and the creatures that survive upon it?

Kids.

My kids have both proved to me without a shadow of a doubt that there is life beyond physical death and that Guardian Angels, God and indeed Re-incarnation does exist.

My daughter very gently broke the news to me at the tender age of two that I wasn't her real mummy because her mummy has brown curly hair. I told her that I was her mummy this time and that I would be the best mummy I could be.

About six months later she remarked to my mum that it was funny that she was pushing her on the swings at the park because she used to push her when she was a little girl, and then went on to describe herself as a perfect description of my great grandmother!

My son, told me one day how his granddad had taken him on a special trip in his flying car to the jungle where he lived. And that his Granddad had said that he was dead and that he had died in the water and it felt like someone was standing on his chest. My husbands father was originally from India, he drowned, years before my husband and I had ever met.

My son still sees his Granddad at times, and he has described lights flying around his room at night that I can only assume are guardian angels.

Friends.

If it wasn't for my friends I wouldn't be a Medium, or a Tarot Reader, I wouldn't have this web-site, and I think I'd be very empty. My friends constantly prove to me that friendship is a love that no time or person can break.

My husband, although he calls this way of life "Tree Hugging Hippy Bull****", will every time I was nervous or worried about my work for spirit would say "Build it and they will come! You know you'll be fine, you are good at what you do, how much proof do you need?" He was like a rock.

Other friends have been there when I have felt a failure and have been there to reassure me and support me.

I remember once after an hours reading, the gentleman that I had been reading for turning round and saying that he couldn't take anything that I had told him and that it made no sense whatsoever. I was gutted! It was the first time that anyone had said anything negative to me about my readings and I felt like that was it, that the gift was gone and I should just chuck in the towel now. I gave the man his tape and refused the money for the reading. As soon as I saw my friend I broke down.

My friend didn't just say "It'll be OK." They took the time to prove to me that I could read and that I was a good Tarot reader with a future and not a fake or a fraud. If it hadn't been for them my spiritual life would have ended there!

The same friend found a masseur for me when I desperately needed one but was too embarrassed to ask for help.

Another friend has a knack of telling me exactly what I need to hear about myself when I am feeling on the floor and low. Even when her own life is going Pear shaped.

A more recent dear friend is just overcoming surgery and treatment for cancer, but she is still one of the most caring loving gentle people I have ever met, who always takes time to think about others. That's inspiration for all of us.

Friends are always there when you need them, sometimes it takes a little courage to pick up the phone and ask for their help or support, but when you do ask a friend, a friend will always try to help, and that is pretty god-like if you ask me.

Music

I love music, all sorts of music from Beethoven to Black Sabbath, there are Hymns from my childhood that will always make me feel the power of God when I sing them, but when it comes to inspiration its not churchy, hymns, oh no, not Keara, no I like Heavy Metal, Rock, Pop, The wilder the better!

There is a whole load of music out there that makes your soul sing along, and cry along...

I love Oprah, because the arias are so powerful I will be crying without understanding a word of what has been sung!

Some musicians hate it when their songs are misinterpreted as love songs when in fact the lyrics are really not very loving at all, but I just love it when I hear a song and it makes me want to play it again and again and again. I know that its a kind of torture; making my soul resonate with the songs emotions; but it is just too powerful to ignore. That is how love should be! Like a tortured rock ballad with screaming guitars making you go weak at the knees! That is how the love of spirit is for me!

Think about it, how do we truly see God? Do we imagine some spirit sitting on a fluffy white cloud saying to himself that Mr Keen from No 23 is going to have a good day at the office today? Do we imagine a Father figure stern and unforgiving waiting to punish us for our mistakes and bad behaviour? Do we imagine a Mother figure ready to wipe away our tears, feed us and tell us everything will be OK? Or do you like me, see god as not a separate entity, but an energy that totally understands and resonates with every atom of your being, of a perfect love, a perfect understanding?

If you're with me then what could be better than air guitar playing along to the best of Metallica, tears streaming down your face and knowing that yours is not the only soul that can truly feel.!

So these are some of my sources of inspiration.

The World - The perfection of beauty, survival and balance.

My kids - The innocent angels who voice the obvious.

My Friends - The supporting Guardians who love without restriction.

My Music - The soundtrack to my soul.

Where shall you find yours?

Health Happiness and Harmony

Keara