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Lose the body. Keep the personality.

Some things never change!
Personality lingers long after the body is done.

This week I'd been a bit slack.

I have a guide in spirit I work with every week to hone and expand my skills in certain areas, and I genuinely love our time together.

Let's just say... MH had noticed.

Her attitude has always been simple: if she makes herself available and shows up, so should I.
Hard to argue with that.

I'd promised—without any prompting—that I'd make up the week I'd missed and sit with her twice.

Instead, I was scrolling my phone, laughing out loud at a string of comedians I follow.

MH quietly appeared and watched with me.

Then it struck me.

In all the time I've known her, I couldn't recall ever seeing her laugh.

At most, there's a gentle, closed-lip smile that almost disappears before you notice it.

She's always been remarkably composed. She'd make a fabulous poker player—you'd never know what secrets she was holding.

She's a deep thinker with a voracious curiosity for all things metaphysical and spiritual.

That's simply who she is.

So I finally asked her.
"Why haven't I ever seen you laugh?"

Without a moment's hesitation, she replied,
"I'd so much rather be amazed than amused."

I burst out laughing.
It was such a perfectly MH answer.

It wasn't a clever line or a witty comeback. It was a glimpse into her nature.

She offered that tiny, almost reluctant smile...
..then reminded me I had a promise to keep.

"And now," she said, "would be perfect."

Much love
Kate & MH

What if life isn't supposed to constantly feel remarkable?

What if some seasons are simply meant to be lived, not documented?

A few thoughts on "vanilla" life, quiet joy, and letting things unfold.

New blog post is up.
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Much love
Kate
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Sometimes people in spirit reach out to me randomly.
I’ve come to understand it’s because they realise I can see them.

A few years ago, I started keeping notes on my phone — names, details, conversations — just in case I later connect with their loved ones and I’m meant to pass something on.

Back in 2023, I met a man in spirit named Peter. I remember feeling silly when I asked his name — I thought he was saying “M. O’Dea.” He quickly corrected me: “I’m DOA.”

He explained this relevance to his passing, his career, his family, and a very full, colourful life. Because he wasn’t local to me, I wasn’t sure what I could do with it at the time, but I kept the note. He was a brilliant conversationalist — very present, very engaging.

Fast forward to early 2025… a well-known musician started waking me around 4am to “chat.” There was a lot of information I could fact-check, enough that I had to acknowledge the connection, even without prior detailed knowledge of him.

Yesterday, while sorting my notes and clearing space, Peter came through again.
He said: “Now we have a musician in common.”

I had no idea what he meant.

I googled his details again, and almost immediately found myself down a trail that led to a real connection — Peter had worked with the musician’s wife years before their marriage.

Not all information arrives fully formed.
Some of it weaves an experience rather than presenting evidence.

And even when you work in this space, doubt still shows up.
The challenge is learning to trust what comes through… even when you can’t yet prove it.

Much love
Kate
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Walking down the busy main street today, something unusual happened - even for me - but I know what I saw.

One of my guides has the most striking blue eyes, with a strong limbic ring… the kind that almost looks unreal, like cosmetic lenses. It’s something I’ve come to recognise as only hers.

As I was walking, above all the noise and chaos, I suddenly heard, clear as anything: “Can you see me?”

There was no one around except a guy passing by - a tradesman, tall and lean, clothes and skin covered in dirt, hair falling over his face. As he flicked his head back to clear it, he looked straight at me.

For a few seconds, time just… held.

His eyes.

They were hers.

That same intense blue, that same unmistakable ring. It was as if she was looking at me through him - fully present, fully aware.

And then, just like that… she was gone.

I’ve rarely seen eyes like that in life - and I might have dismissed it as coincidence, if she hadn’t called out to me just moments before.

Much love
Kate
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Stop planning a future.
Start living a life.

We’re so busy building a life “one day”that we forget to actually live today.

Always chasing the next thing.
The next goal. The next version of us.
Thinking that’s where it finally clicks.

But life isn’t waiting for you in the future.
It’s happening right now - in the small, ordinary moments you keep rushing past.

If you must chase something,
chase what creates joy.

Not just what looks good later -
what feels good while you’re living it.

Because one day you’ll get to that “future” you’ve been working toward… and it’ll just feel like today.

Don’t miss it.

Much love
Kate
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When I read, I don’t remember details afterward.
It’s not how it works.
It’s not my story - I’m just the instrument it’s delivered through.

Of course, some readings stand out, but what’s more memorable to me is usually the person’s reaction or response.

One of the best happened before the reading even began.

My client turned up sooo excited about what was to come. As she settled in, she said,
“I’ve been telling my friends all week how I’m going to visit my Mum today!”

I absolutely love her outlook - how “normal” it seems to her to have time with her Mum, despite the fact she’s passed.

I wish we could all understand mediumship this way:
as simply a continuance, not an end.

Much love
Kate
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This morning, fully awake with my eyes closed, I experienced a spirit presence enter my bedroom. A tall shadow moved through the space, despite the curtains being drawn and everything still.

When I opened my eyes and saw him, he grinned and introduced himself as “Poh tah,” also known as “Tall Tree.” He was over 6ft and very broad shouldered.
The communication was immediate, clear, and deliberate.

He spoke of Montana and showed me “Mother Mountain,” a large flat-topped rock, saying his home today exists in two places. He shared visions of a nomadic Blackfoot life - moving with the seasons - before later being confined to reservations.

I had no prior knowledge of any of this, so I researched it afterwards.

The Blackfoot people are Indigenous to Montana and Alberta, traditionally nomadic bison hunters. Chief Mountain is a sacred site known as “Mother Mountain” in Blackfoot tradition.
What stood out most was the name “Poh tah.” On later research, I found that phonetic forms and naming patterns consistent with Blackfoot descriptive nicknames exist among the Aamsskaapipikani (Blackfeet), particularly in communities along the Montana–Canada border.

The striking part for me is the specificity and coherence between what was communicated in the experience and independently verifiable cultural and geographical realities that I had no prior knowledge of.

Just busy being me…..

Much love
Kate
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I’m not here to advertise.
I’m here to share.

There’s a lot that moves through me - moments,conversations, synchronicity -
I just don’t always post about it.
And I’m going to explore changing that.
Some days I share.
Some days I don’t.
That’s just being human.
But I am wanting to show up more.
More present.
More unfiltered.
More as me.
I’m hoping to share more of what unfolds for me each day as a medium.
That’s my “right now”

Much love
Kate

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Hey there,

How are you doing?
I’m hoping it’s “great.”
Or at least…
“Better.”

I’m sitting in my lounge room,
just listening.

I’ve spent my morning doing this.
Oh — and some “stuff.”

Loading the washing…
Listening to one of my mediumship mentors.

Ironing my husband’s shirts…
Listening to another long-term medium.

Chatting with my son…
Listening to my Dad.

Walking the dog…
Listening to a musician.

Answering emails…
Listening to a mediumship teacher.

Unloading the dishwasher…
Listening again.

In amongst the listening, there’s the occasional reply from me.
But mostly, the questions — the pondering and wondering — came days ago.

And today…

It’s like a spiritual superhighway.
One bod after another,
deep, informative responses from spirit.

All the listening
is to those who have passed.

Most days, someone is present.
But today?

It’s crazy.
Crazy good…

Now, it’s a well-deserved tea break.

I’m an introvert who pretends to be an extrovert at times,
so I’m a little exhausted from all the socialising.

Listening is essential to my work — and today it’s everywhere.

I’ve been feeling really positive about this year.
Hopeful.
Excited.
Deeply invested in the magic around me.

That sense of alignment
feels connected to this morning.

I know how to pace myself.
I honour my boundaries with spirit.
I have processes that serve me.

What stands out today
is that the energies that reside where we don’t
are lit up by what’s unfolding —
and willing to participate and enlighten.

So when one of them asked,
“How are you doing?”

I smiled.

For the record,
I’m doing great.

Upbeat.
Open.
Supported in ways I can’t always explain.

Today reminds me
that the questions we whisper
are heard.

Maybe not instantly.
Maybe not loudly.
But they’re heard.

And sometimes…
the response is a flood.

So if you’ve been wondering,
asking,
musing with the universe in the quiet —

Keep listening.

It might just be your turn on the highway.

Much love
🤍

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