A LONG LINE OF INTUITIVE WOMEN

I'm an Empath and Clairvoyant. I feel and channel energy in an intuitive and heightened way. This energy stream includes other peoples feelings alive or dead. I receive images and symbolic messages which allow me insight in to people and places past and present.

I come from a long line of intuitive women; my grandmother was rumoured to be a Romany Gypsy some call white witches. Lillian Ethel Mary Willmott born in 1914 Dorset England. My Grandmother was born the seventh daughter of the seventh daughter.

The Seventh Daughter of the Seventh Daughter

From the 16th century onwards, a seventh daughter was widely thought to have psychic powers, usually as a healer, but sometimes as a dowser, fortune-teller or witch; even more powerful was one whose father (or mother) was also a seventh son (or daughter) (Opie and Tatem, 1989: 146–7; Roud, 2003: 398–400).

The seventh son of the seventh son or the seventh daughter of the seventh daughter is said to possess supernatural powers. In the Tamar a female child born in this way may be high priestess. There were seven planets in ancient astronomy, the world was created in seven days, each of the four phases of the moon lasts for seven days, seven notes on the musical scale, seven colours in the rainbow, seven is the number of wisdom, truth and harmony.

My grandmother Ethel was a very interesting and industrious woman. As a teen she lived in a convent for 4 years and trained as a nun but left when she was around 19. She never knew about her gypsy heritage, 5 of her siblings were fair haired, only one of her other sisters had an olive complexion, black hair and eyes like she did. Rumours surfaced around my great grandmother having an affair with a gypsy during the war times as her husband would be away in the army.

My early memories of my grandmother Ethel, were sitting out in her garden amongst the flowers and herbs. Ethel would make clothes and knit socks and scarfs and then barter the handmade wares in exchange for vegetables at the local market place. Ethel was known to be quite eccentric; she would push an old fashioned pram around with all her shopping. This pram quite often included me, surrounded and being squashed by cauliflowers and potatoes.

Ethel owned a black cat named ‘Moggy’, the cat would follow her everywhere and sleep on her lap. When Ethel dosed off in an arm chair if anyone came near, both Ethel and Moggy would be instantly alert, which frightened family members!

Due to Ethel’s gypsy heritage she would be kind to the gypsies that came around to the door to sell bunches of lucky heather, inviting them in for a cup of tea. Tea leaf reading and tarot were coming practice in my grandmother Ethel’s home.

My mother Dorothy inherited by grandmother’s spiritual gifts, a very intuitive woman with healing hands. A gift that I am very blessed has also been passed down to me.