Hello and thank you for looking at my website. After some months and many changes I am pleased with it and I hope you also find it of interest. With the help of my Earthbound friends and also my Spirit Guides it feels like the canvas I had in my head, but could never quite get it right when it came to seeing on the page, has finally come together.

My Earthbound friends would say this or that was wrong and it would sound or look better with a little change here or there. I trusted their judgment, after all that is what good friends are for.

As for my Spirit Guides they would come to me in my dreams or meditation or even sometimes when I was walking along the street. I would listen closely to their guidance. And so by working collectively together the site is now no longer under construction, but up and running.

The journey began for me many years ago. I was five years old most. I was born in North Wales. I was the illegitimate son of Cissie Jones who gave me up for adoption. I was adopted by my Maternal Grandparents. The circumstances of her reasons for doing so are far too detailed for me to explain here. But they certainly formed the picture of who I became.

My Grandfather John Albert Jones was a miner and a womanizer. He used to come and go, leaving my Grandmother Amy to meet up with her Witches as he called them. I recall spending a lot of my life with my Grandmother. I never remember her being physically well as she suffered with a bad chest and constantly seemed to be coughing. But somehow she seemed to battle through.

Across the street in the house opposite there also lived another woman that everybody  called Nana. She was the Grandmother of the street. She was I suppose one of the people my Grandfather referred as the Witches.

Nana would be the woman who would help to deliver the new born babies in the area. In those days many women had their babies at home. And it was this wise old woman who would be sent for to help with the birth

Likewise Nana would be the woman people would send for when a person was dying. Or as I heard them discuss in hushed whispers to prepare the poor old soul to pass over. 

When Nana was sent for to help deliver the “little miracle” or help prepare someone to go back home it was never explained to me. But I somehow realized that each end of the spectrum seemed to mark a very special occasion.

Where did the tiny being come from? And where did the old man I use to see hobbling along the road pass over to?

In addition to Nana, just further down the road lived a man and woman called Mr. and  Mrs Allen and they were known as the Faith Healers. I suppose another couple of Witches?

I had no idea what their title of Faith Healers meant and again no one offered to explain any of it to me. But even at that young age I instinctively knew they were doing something special. Whenever they use to lay their hands on my Grandmother all around  seemed to become very calm. It fascinated me to watch her coughing become much easier from whatever the laying on of hands meant. Even then to me as a five year old it appeared strangely familiar.

The four of them, my Grandmother, Nana and Mr. and Mrs Allen would meet up every week at our house. Sometimes other people would come along and join them for a cup of tea. I would be made a fuss of by the visitors. The fussing over with I would be told to leave the room and go and play. This is when they would get down to the serious business. I don’t know if they were ever aware of me peeping around the door or through the window. But it never seemed to interrupt the weekly ritual that unfolded before my inquisitive eyes.

In those days the tea serving itself was a ritual. It was loose tea and the best cups and saucers would always come out for this special occasion. With the tea all drank they would turn the cups upside down on the saucer and spin them round 3 times. Then each one of them would proceed to tell each other things about the shapes the tea leaves had formed in the bottom of the cups.

This was followed by them all sitting in a circle around the polished table with the curtains drawn. Here they would hold hands and close their eyes. Sometimes they would sit like this for what seemed ages. Then one by one they would begin to speak to each other. Some people would cry and some would laugh as they were being spoken to. Many times Mr. Allen spoke with a different voice to which he used to say hello with.

This would always be followed by a laying on of hands by each of the people gathered there in my Grandmother’s front room. Sometimes the hands were lightly placed on someone’s head or shoulder or knee.

As I say no explanation was ever offered to me as to what they were doing. Why it felt so familiar to me I would only learn in time. I do recall Mr. Allen or Nana  saying  to me that one day “you will be doing what we do”. Doing what? I was a five year old and I felt at times as old as these people who surrounded me. I somehow feel they knew I use to peep at them while they performed their strange rituals. I do believe they were my first teachers in this lifetime of mine.

My Grandmother went “back home” when I was six years old helped on her way by Nana. And one by one all those teachers of my earliest years went “back home”. They left me with a wealth of information and they along with many others still guide me today.   

And so my childhood without the physicality of my Grandmother began. I remember walking along the road one day with my Grandfather who turned to me quite suddenly and said I don’t what will happen to you when I am gone. I just replied I will be okay. I was around nine years old at the time. It was my voice that spoke those words and yet it seemed they also came through me.

I never really fitted into “the normal things in school”. I learned the basics. On school reports it was written, he needs to try harder, he doesn’t concentrate, he daydreams. I was told I lived in a world of my own. I felt different. I didn’t have any real playmates like the other children in the street.

I did have what they call “imaginary” playmates or ones I could not exactly see. The only way I can describe them was like a blurred smoky image. I could hear their voices quite clearly.

And so together for those formative years we would explore the fields around were we lived.

At fifteen I left school. I could not wait to walk through those school gates for the very last time. I never looked back I just kept on walking as if I was being pulled along by a force that was bigger than I could understand at that place in time.

Other children in the same class were cheering their way into the big world and freedom. They walked off down the road together. I knew I would never see them again.

I began walking home through the fields alone. Or was I alone? That day I received what I can only term as my first real clear message. The voice just quietly said, “ Now the journey really begins for you”. It was neither a female or male voice. Just a voice like the many voices who have given me some incredible messages since. 

At the age of seventeen I was for whatever reason given a book to read about Yoga. Yoga! The Union of the Mind, the Body and the Soul.  I can only say about the person who gave the book to me that they were a messenger. I had never seen them before or since. That was their Soul purpose.

I had seen pictures of the strange positions that people managed to get themselves into. Whenever I tried to mimic the postures I would hurt and shake and if I was trying any of the standing poses I would usually fall over. So being seventeen and impatient I threw the book to one side in disgust. How on earth could these strange Body positions have any connection with the Mind and Soul? It would be quite a few years on before I would fully understand the totality of their connection.

The teenage years for me were troubled and full of despair. I wanted to fit in with the so called crowd and yet I knew I never would. The teenage years are an amazing time and there are some amazing teenagers who are full of raw talent.

At the age of twenty two I decided to move away from North Wales to London. I had no idea what lay before but the messaging service told me I had to leave.

At that point little did I know about some of the remarkable journeys and adventures that lay in store. I fell in love. I worked hard. I was invited to work and live in the Middle East for two years.

I then traveled the world. I went into business. I made and lost a lot of money. I fell out of love. I moved to Florida for three months to clear my head. Those initial three months turned into what was to become seven very enlightening years.

I then came back to the United Kingdom and loved again. I have been put through many a test on this incredible journey. Yet all the time I have been guided along. The mistakes I made along the way were my mistakes, not my Guides. Even when I quite clearly heard the voices of my Guides I still went headlong into relationships and situations that I knew would not be right for me. All that Spirit can do is guide us. What we do with that guidance is up to us.

Life for me now is more in tune. I do listen before I leap. I work hard with the schedule that is placed before me. I am constantly meeting many fascinating people who I am able to help through my work.

In a typical year my work takes me all over the United Kingdom, to Spain and Portugal and to the USA. Everywhere I am fortunate to travel to I keep finding how people are able to benefit from a kind word or a healing touch. Guidance and love work wonders. From the many fairs and exhibitions I take part in I am fortunate to read for people from all over the world and from all walks of life.

In my work as an International Psychic Clairvoyant I go where the work takes me. I work independently as well as alongside various exhibition/fair organizers. Wherever I am led with this work I constantly meet amazing individuals and groups. We are all intuitive and able to do this work. For many they are afraid to. For others they don’t want to.

During nearly 30 years of being involved in the Psychic/Holistic field I have gathered a wealth of experience and established a large and loyal client base.

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I know that from those early years and those teachers in my Grandmothers living room, that I have always been Psychic and now realize that part of the plan all along was for me to be doing this work.

Their words certainly came true when they said that one day, “you too will be doing this work”. Against the odds and through many difficulties the energy I need to perform the work is constantly sent to me with love and warmth. I am eternally grateful to all my guides and messengers.

From that initial first book that was given to me at the age of seventeen I certainly went on to learn a great deal about Yoga. The Union of the Body, the Mind and the Spirit.  I’ve met some remarkable people who generously taught me the methods that I was able to offer other people when I went on teach it.

I learned Meditation and Stress Management. I took Counseling courses and Healing Workshops. I’ve added to this Massage, Indian Head and Thai Foot Massage. I became fascinated with Reiki and the help and healing it can give to people.

There have been times when I have renounced all that I was privileged to be given  in pursuit of the elusive golden egg. I followed the old beliefs to strife, to be, at someone else’s beck and call, either in a work situation or relationship or worse both! It would frustrate me, anger me and set out to destroy me. Often it almost won.

And yet the Guides with their love and wisdom were and are always there for me telling me gently that all is well and I will always be taken care of.

The road will never end for me. I’m constantly finding and exploring new or ancient ways that can help people to enjoy and to heal and to accept being who they are.

I do believe that it is ever becoming more and more important in this stressful, troubled and sometimes frightening world that people learn to cherish themselves and each other. By doing so we all heal.

Trust your Heart and Follow your Dreams.

Take Good Care.

I  Love You, 

Anthony