ABOUT ME

Where to start. l suppose at the beginning.

CHILDHOOD

l grew up in Mt Waverley, Victoria Australia. At that time Mt Waverley was not a busy city suburb like it is now, it was a very quiet brand new suburb with miles of bush and a creek that flooded often as not. One year a boy actually drowned in it, and most years we had grass bush fires that the fire brigade would come put out.

They were the days of Guy Fox and bonfires - it was a lovely way to grow up. Being a part of the land - we, my two older brothers and l had a secret place by the creek we called 'Never, never land'. lt really was mystical. Adults couldn't get into it - you had to scramble along and through dense pockets of blackberry's and straddle the creek and marshy areas a few times until you came to a hidden clearing along the banks of the creek. lt was raised up from the creek about 3 or so feet. Bare dirt that had been so well trod it was like a manicured earthen floor, protected from rain and the elements. A soft place for us to sit and really be part of this incredible sanctuary. Dense shrubs and aged trees formed a canopy that let dappled filtered sunlight in, but kept gazing eyes and others out. lt was our secret nature garden. l suppose in writing this, l now know where part of my deep connection to mother earth originated.

Childhood was great, for me but not my father. As a young child l used to sleep talk loudly in many languages at night. My mother told the story of my father, petrified - he did not like it at all. Apparently the talks were frequent, but always in other languages.

l was very bright for my age. My mother bought me many wrist watches at age three or four, some of them very expensive - but they all had to be returned. They ran backwards on me.

l always had to sleep with the light on, and NEVER have any part of me hanging out of the bed.

Then when l was about 5 maybe 6, l started having dreadful nightmares - always about Tarzan and gorillas coming and attacking us. They would try to take us away. l remember vividly the feeling of my family being attacked and my screaming to stop them. This went on for quite a long time. My mother has passed now and my father, so l have no way to account for the length of time, but l know it was many months.

l also remember vividly one night, waking to find someone's leg coming through my bedroom window. From then on l would not sleep without our dog, a scotch collie bitch; on the end of my bed. Were these nightmares or really a vague childs recollection of star being encounters ?

At age 10, my father moved out of home. l recall it was while watching a Cary Grant movie on TV - about fishing and a lake. lt was such a relief to have him go. He had become an alcoholic and the fights and yelling every night were horrific. l used to start shaking the moment l heard keys go into the front door. lt took many years to stop shaking when l heard a front door open.

At age 11, my middle brother - Keith fell off the high school roof and died the next day. He had a tiny bone chip that moved and he passed. lt was a shock, one day your brother there and the next day he wasn't. Those days no-one cared about the children's welfare, no therapy of any sort - just kids get out and lets look after your mother. So no-one paid much attention to my brother and l. We both grieved terribly and both suffered the loss in many ways. My father moved back in for a few months, but he left again.

TEENAGE YEARS

Having said that, l was was a happy child, and teenager. l worked since l was 10 yrs old, in the local milk bar - 'Miss Coffees' , progressed to other shops, supermarkets and factories putting myself through high school and university. My mother worked to keep the roof over our heads and feed us. No maintenance was ever paid by my father.

l worked at Cole's New World as a delicatessen chick for years. The bus driver en route to work, used to call me 'Smiley'. Always happy. At the deli though it took forever to serve people. l constantly had to debate with them, often for what seemed ages; that l did not know them. l was not their long lost niece, girlfriend, cousin, school mate - the list was endless . Constantly people thinking they know me - or l'm a long lost relative. One school high school re-union this really old man, he must have taught when Adam was a boy; was sure he was my teacher. He had been retired since before l was born !

lt has been like that all my life.

After my middle brother - Keith -passed, l would wake at night; not from my fathers key in the door - but in the early hours of the night. l would hear the front door open, footsteps go down the lounge room into the kitchen. l would hear the fridge door open and then different cupboards. This happened most nights. l would be calm and relaxed, no fear. lt was just Keith coming home and hungry. This happened way too many nights for me to know exactly how long it went on for. lt was only recently, the past couple of years that l even mentioned it to my remaining brother. He said 'Oh yeah.l used to hear him too!'.

Year 12 of high school, l had my first outside encounter with ‘The unknown’, ghosts, entities - whatever you want to call them. My mother, brother and his best mate Michael, who almost lived at our house and l, all decided to have a weigy board night. Mick was a great guy, a real joker and always with an idea up his sleeve. He arrived fully armed with a coat full of tricks to play on us. l however had the same idea and booby trapped the house with cords attached to curtains, bells to ring with the flick of finger etc. By the time we sat down we had all tripped over and tickled out each others ploys of illusion. lt was just us and the home made letters circled around the table with a glass in the center. Harmless enough we thought - we had played with them as kids, so it was just a joke.

We contacted a few spirits and asked some questions and accordingly the glass moved around the table to answer. l think it was Mick, a nothing exists if you don’t see it and touch it type of guy; who pronounced that it was all hogwash and one of us was moving the glass around the table. We all moved our fingers off the glass enough to see it was moving of it’s own accord. By this time we had an entity from the 1800’s. l was getting tired so l took my hand away from the glass. lt shot off the table and flew into the rear of the couch! Mick went white as a sheet, my mother and brother both looked dismayed and l, naturally was shocked. From there we found out it had killed a number of people and was not wanting to go. A number of times l took my hand away and the more l did, the fiercer the glass flew off the table - only though, when l did it!

lt took us nearly two long exhausting, terrifying hours to get it to go and promise it wouldn't hurt us. NEVER again!
To this day l am adamant in my warning to people to stay well away from weigy boards. Don’t dabble in something you mock and, or have no idea how to control.

UNIVERSITY LIFE

l had, since l learnt the word at age 4, wanted to be a ‘Zoologist’. l loved animals with a passion. l wanted to go and live with Dawn Adamson and Elsa the lion, or go to the Amazon! Mum got so tired of my requests to live with Dawn. l will say here with all conviction, that l will go to Africa and visit my lions and l will go to the Amazon. The amazon calls me dearly - it is a part of me.

l went to La Trobe University and of course fulfilled my dream of becoming a ‘Zoologist’ at age 20. lt was during this time at university when l was living on campus, that l met my first love. He was a true gentle man, a very soft, kind and wonderful being in all respects. 6’ 2” tall and well built. Dark hair and soft kind eyes. We'll call him 'Jack'. lt was with this man, that another event occurred giving me true insight into time.

One evening we came back to Uni after buying a pizza. We pulled up and as we went to get out of the car, another car pulled up along side us and parked. ‘So ?’ you may ask . Well the first time it happened it was fine, then we were pulling up again; but this time l knew what Jack would say next. l could tell him what was going to happen.

This is incredible l was having deja vu. That was ok - lots of people have deja vu and l am quite accustomed to having it also. But then we were pulling up a third time - this was fantastic. l told 'Jack' what car would pull up - there were two guys in it. l told him what they would say and what he would say - he was looking at me a bit funny thinking ‘ ohh here we go again’ But he didn't believe me.
Next and this is where it got fantastic, we were pulling up again - the fourth time. l could tell him what he was going to say, what they would say before they said it, when they got out of the car. Everything. This time he started to look concerned and his ‘ l don’t cope with that stuff look’ was on his face.
l ended up having the same encounter seven times!! Each time it was the same - same words, meetings, actions, everything but it went longer. To this day l recall it and the feeling it still gives me of awe and amazement. lt was one of my favorite experiences, because l know from it so dearly in every cell of my being; that time is not what we think it to be at all. lt’s like you learning not to step in front of moving cars - you only need to learn something once to retain it’s importance and power. This was a lesson l was gifted to learn at an early age.

As a science under graduate l was taught ‘ A fact is only what we believe to be true with our current level of knowledge’ Hence the world’s not flat anymore and time is not a two dimensional law as l learnt that day.

Whilst working my way through University, l worked at factories in term breaks to get money. Seeing people walk past me became the normal. l would see old nurses in traditional garb from the 1800's quietly walk past me while l was on a press making steel parts for automotive's or making paper labels for dog food cans. lt became quite normal for me, and didn't frighten me so long as they kept going.

By the time l was studying for my honors year in the science degree, l had moved into a two story flat in the middle of a concrete jungle suburb. One morning, l woke up to find my legs stained up to my knees in what looked like red mud or clay stain? My then flatmate, was a light sleeper and double locked all doors - there was no way l could have opened up double locked doors and gone done two flights of steps to even find clay anywhere within 20 km's of the flat. l have never sleep walked in my life, and did not that night. l can only assume l had been taken and bought back.

ADULTHOOD

As a young adult l met my now husband. He does not believe in anything you cannot see or touch. He does not believe in UFO's [ l work with them ] or in reincarnation - l see peoples angels, guides and past lives.

When we first married we lived in an old tiny house. lt was here, l had a long experience with an entity. lt was the old man who had passed away there. For months this man would wait until l was asleep and then hold my left shoulder and shake me, trying to arouse me from sleep. l could feel his grip, which was not light at all. l would lay there petrified. Not knowing what to do and wait until it stopped or roll over and wake up my husband. Of course my husband said, "You're just dreaming". lt was scary, every night this man trying to wake me up. l wasn't dreaming and l would slip my wedding rings off during the night to prove to him that l was awake when the old man tried to stir me.

l feel my brother is an incarnate Celtic wizard of some degree, anyway l spoke to him about it. He gave me some words to write down and place above my bedroom doorway. lt worked, the old man never came back. But the episode scared me so much l would not live in an old house again.

So next we bought land and built a nice new home. No scary old man here. WRONG!! For the first 10 years or so of our marriage, my husband slept with a massive Japanese dagger under his pillow. [ he was a black belt in Karate in his earlier days, competing in Japan]. l would wake up to see a person standing at the base of our bed. l, of course would scream; hubby would wake up and the person would disappear. The man l rememeber most, wore a long oilskin coat and a hat. This went on for years.

Also during this period, l was dreaming at night. For well over 20 years, if not longer - l dreamt of my brother, Keith. But not as a child, as he had passed. l was watching him grow up as l did. But he was in another paradigm or life. He was in his 20's and in the Army. l watched him grow up and in the latter years dreams, l used to see him on a hill. He would stand there looking, searching for me l presume. l could see and feel him, so he must have felt me too.

Being with a man who does not believe in anything esoterical or otherwise, led me into a very orthodox lifestyle for a few years. Especially when my three sons were young. But l always had the urge and desire to learn more, l was very reticent to go down paths of what seemed to me, a blackness. l was drawn to witchcraft, but not in the black sense or even the spells, so much as the Wiccan earth connection. At that time however, l didn't understand or know enough about it all to even pursue it a little bit by myself. My interaction with the weigy board was still very forefront in my mind with respect to dabbling into things without a knowledge base.

EVENTS TO AWAKEN YOU

l recall one time l 'got' 'l was told', l needed a box of tissues as l was leaving the house.

What does that mean ? l 'got'. So many people ask me "Who told you ?".

Well, it just comes into my mind, be it in word form, thought form or pictures. l 'get information all the time'. l teach people it's your intuition telling, guiding you in the right direction of your journey on earth this time round. That's my belief system anyway.

ln this instance, l was told three times l needed a box of tissues, before l finally ended up heeding the guidance and taking tissues with me in the car. l ended up in a blubbering mess, where l went. l had been guided to a shop to collect a magazine, instead 'they' put me with two clairvoyants who proceeded to give me a reading and information about opening up my heart chakra. One lady in particular was very accurate, seeing my brothers death.

What she saw however, was not his death - but that l foresaw his death. That was very emotional for me to acknowledge that l had seen his impending death. l have had the experience other times also - it is not one you would wish on others. To look into a child's eyes, a deep fathomless indigo blue depth and have them ask you "Why ?'. Then to know, without being told two weeks later that this child had been killed in an accident. His soul had asked me two weeks prior 'Why me?'.

Another time it was an elderly gent, who had a mere cold. l was sitting opposite him, his eyes told me he was going on to his next journey. The family did not know, he passed the next week. lt is not something l look for, or even want to see - they just tell me.

l knew when my mother was ill in another state, l got the ambulance to her twice while she was living alone unconscious. l knew when she was dying, l rang her - she said she was fine. A day later, she passed. l flew interstate in time to be with her passing.

OTHER STAR BEING CONTACT

l have had a number of experiences with Star Beings; from being on their ships, involved an event of such magnitude it surprised and for a bit scared me; to watching them work when l do. l believe that spirituality is working with Star Beings. They were some of the first founders, genetic engineers of humans and co-inhabitants of earth.

THE SKULLS AND NOW

So from 'Our story" you will have read how the skulls came to me, moreover bought me to them. But it does not stop there - this is an ongoing event that as we all know is speeding up. Our earthly climax is nearing and events are accelerating to get us to the point of the earths transition.

For more information on the skulls role and mine, read the transcript of my regression Barbara Lamb. Barbara is a Certified Hypnotherapist and world acclaimed in her field of ET contact & past life regression - where you have one that is!!