What Google Doesn’t Tell You About Books, Dandelions, Prophecy and Controversy

A few months ago, quite by chance I connected with a lady called Joan Hughes. As soon as I connected with Joan, I felt as though I knew her. 

I live in the UK, and Joan is from New York. Joan told how she had recently published her first ever novel, and it was then that I had a vision that her book would become a best seller.

I told Joan this before purchasing her book, and then requested a signed copy if she wouldn’t mind. 

I have never asked for a signed copy of any book, and being a book lover I have read many. 

After explaining that I was psychic, and that our energies had connected to bring her a message or a sign that she was on the right path. she took it all in her stride.

Joan had to purchase her own book from Amazon, then she had to pay extortionate postage fees to ship the book to the UK. 

All of this at a virtual strangers request. 

I received my book Growing Only Dandelions, with a beautiful inscription from Joan, and I was not disappointed, my opinion remained the same, it would become a bestseller. 

I have watched over the months as Joan promotes her book, she has been very proactive in getting her voice heard above the noise in many places and especially on Facebook. 

A few weeks ago I noticed a post from Joan saying that she had been banned from sharing, or even participating in an Facebook book club group, because of her controversial novel. 

I couldn’t understand why it was deemed to be controversial, and Joan told me that the explanation from the admin of the group, was that because the word ‘God’ was used too many times in her story, and religion can be controversial. 

Correct me if I’m wrong but when was the word God deemed controversial ? I felt very strongly that Joan’s book was being hidden from view by certain influential online groups.

Joan’s book has a wonderful story, it touched my heart, and is touching the heart and spirit of most who read it. 

Today Joan and I received another sign or Message that things are still on track. 

I posted a cheque off to Joan a few weeks ago, to reimburse her any costs involved for my the purchase of my signed copy. 

Today I had a message from Joan saying that she had received her cheque, she was gobsmacked at the amount, and did I know the significance of the number 3, or how symbolic it was to her book?

I may be psychic, but I’m not that good, I replied that no, I had no idea of the significance of the number 3 for her or her book. 

I had forgotten the amount that the cheque was for, I just converted the $42 that she had paid in the US, with the UK exchange rate, and it came in at £33. 

However for Joan it didn’t end there, as she was relaying the incident to her sons girlfriend, who also aware of the significance of 3, she had her own sign, when her battery was showing at 33 %. 

They say signs always come in three’s, Joan’s third sign was pointed out to her by her husband, it was right behind her written on the wall.

The story in Joan’s own words.

Joan informs me that she had written this number all the way through her book, 3, three,  third, as her way of blessing the book. 

I hadn’t noticed when I read it, but I will be sure to notice it the next time I do.

Signs are all around us, it is whether we choose to notice them or not that makes the difference. I believe that Growing  only Dandelions is meant to be read by all. 

One other sign for me came when I found out that Joan is also the founder of JT’s Law. 

It was set up to honour the memory of her Godson JT who died after a choking tragedy. 

What Joan doesn’t know is that I have a severe phobia of children choking. I can’t even be around children eating without panicking. I developed this phobia after watching my then 6 year old baby brother, almost choking to death on a boiled sweet. I myself was only 8 years old at the time, and the memory still haunts me to this day.

Finding out that Joan is a crusader in  child choking prevention, is also a sign to me that we are connected on a very  spiritual level. 

Bon voyage Joan… until we meet again 💕 love Betty x

Why Your Psychic Abilities and Funerals Never work Out The Way You Plan.

My aunt Joyce died at the weekend.

She had been fighting chronic COPD for a few years, and she died peacefully from pneumonia at the age of 70. Leaving behind 3 devastated children who had already lost their father, my uncle, to  an aggressive brain tumour, when only in his 50’s. 

The day aunt Joyce died I was doing my daily meditation, when there she was, as large as life, in my third eye.

She told me she was happy, and was rubbing her hands with glee at the thought of attending her own funeral the following week. 

Aunt Joyce loved a bit of gossip, especially as she and her sister didn’t get along very well in life, and she was looking forward to her final hoorah to the world.

She did ask me to wear a cap for her funeral, and not to take it off during the service, just to annoy her sister, but we compromised on me wearing my noise cancelling headphones instead.

The day of the funeral finally arrived , when the family would gather together at the crematorium, and pay their last respects to Joyce.

Joyce’s sister completely blanked me, as was expected, the funeral was going well with no visible signs of Joyce actually being there, until the song ‘I am sailing’ by Rod Stuart began to play,.

As the curtains closed around her coffin, there she was, on a ledge above the curtains strumming a fake Guitar, and singing her heart out. 

I actually laughed out loud but managed to stop myself before anybody other than my daughter who was sitting next to me, noticed that I was laughing, as Joyce went into her place in the next world.

I was not sad that Joyce had gone, she had been wanting to join her husband, the love of her life, since he had left this Earthly plane. 

She was happy, and I was happy for her.

Being happy at a funeral isn’t really the done thing, so after relating the incident to her three grieving children, my cousins, who already know I am strange, but accept me anyway, I left knowing that I had given some comfort to those who needed it. Farewell Aunt Joyce, until we meet again. 

love Betty 💕💕

What Google Won’t Tell You About Dissociative Identity Disorder.

Dissociative Identity Disorder.

Today hasn’t been a good day for me on the personality front.

I have Dissociative Identity Disorder. 

I don’t call it that, being of a different generation and mindset, I prefer to call  it by the old term ‘multiple personality disorder.’ 

There is debate over whether this disorder is distinct separate personalities or merely less than one whole personality. 

I don’t feel less of a whole person, more that I am multiple people.

Less than 2% of the American population have multiple personality disorder, and women are diagnosed 6 times more than men. 

So how come movies always portray men as the crazy person with multiple personality disorder ?, serial killers, who’s alters secretly  kidnap people and murder them ? 

Why is it never the 50 year old British Geordie Bird, who thinks fuck it let’s go rip some heads off ?

I don’t think I have a personality that is capable of murder, but never say never, my ex husband hasn’t been seen for 8 years so you never know. 

Today has not been a good day. Although I can be stable at times, if certain ‘triggers’ occur out of the blue, I can become angry Betty, she is 13 and was let down by everybody in her childhood. She is still very angry about that. 

Last night we were ‘triggered’ during a text conversation with a friend. 

He wasn’t to know it was a trigger for us, but 13 year old Betty got on her high horse and chased him off. 

Waking this morning we still weren’t quite sure which Betty we were, when the teen son suddenly informed us that he wasn’t going to school. He has started refusing school again, and we are thinking about taking him out of the education system altogether, because of his Autism and anxiety.

So in a split second we quickly changed to Mammy Betty.

Mammy Betty gets on with the job, says it like it is, only teenage Betty keeps jumping in and out too. We began switching rapidly through all alters, looking for a solution.

Unfortunately suicidal Betty claimed the throne for a good few hours, whilst stoner Betty and Heidi continually dragged her up to the joint at the top of the garden until she disappeared.

This is quite a disappointed because we thought that suicidal Betty had gone for good. This seems not to be the case. 

We shall have to keep our eye on the ball. This Betty is too clever and sly for us to ignore.

This is me, writer Betty signing out for now. 

Tune in next time for ‘what happened to Wednesday ?’

love Betty x