Breaking the cleanse while adventures beckon…

I suddenly realised I haven’t detoxed simply from processed food (AKA crackers, bread, the odd chocolate for being ‘good’), dairy (ohhh cheese, fetta, how I love thee….) BUT Ive  had a detox from the evening news. Ignorance IS bliss.  I have absolutely NO idea whats happening in the World or in politics and to be perfectly honest I couldn’t give a toss. This detox has taken my awareness to another level and I couldn’t be happier.


After day 3 of the juice cleanse my energy returned with a vengeance. I began to spring out of bed at 5.30 am, and was amazed at this change in my energy levels. I fell in love with local beautiful parks and was mesmerised by this tree.  Look at its majesty! 40 years ago I was mesmerised by a tree only if I’d smoked something green or eaten a mushroom of the magic variety. 🙂 If there’s nothing else that inspires you about this blog, I hope the above paragraph does. Get a juicer. (Or pull it out from out of the cupboard)! Don’t make excuses. Your life is precious. For those of us in our 5th and 6th decade, we have more time behind us than in front.  Nourish yourself from the inside and reap the benefits. P.S. One veggie juice is better than no veggie juice 🙂


The reason for my sudden burst of energy is that during stage 2 of the cleanse (days 3 – 7) fats are broken down. Ketones are formed which suppress the appetite. The digestive system has a lovely rest whilst your amazing body begins the cleansing process on the organs and lungs, expelling toxins. Incredible. I have a whole new respect for Joe Cross the guy who juiced for 60 days. Highly recommend him –


As I stood by the waters edge watching my daughter swim and frolic in the waves  just as she did nearly 3 decades earlier,  a wave of deep gratitude washed over me. I honestly, 100% felt incredibly fortunate to live in such an amazing country. We have no wars. We are SAFE. We enjoy gorgeous beaches, rivers and bays, wide open spaces, amazing national parks and glorious night skies. We have an abundance of choice surrounding us, fantastic restaurants, funky cafes with vegan alternatives to a meat burger and fresh farmers markets selling a wide range of wholesome and organic foods.


I arrived in Brisbane 34 years ago, with a stroller, a 12 month old son and a suitcase. I had no idea how things were going to pan out… but there you go. Somehow they did! How blessed and grateful I feel for all the lessons, twists and turns, the joys, the challenges. Those magical moments of synchronicity where you have an ‘aha’ moment like a chance meeting with a new friend whose so much on your page it isn’t funny.  I’m grateful for my so called ‘failed relationships’ – they was rich in lessons! I’ve learned more from the things that didn’t work, from the things that did. Im constantly amazed at the many kind beautiful souls who crossed my path, who were so incredibly loving, caring, understanding and generous. More recently, giving me a space to sleep (the couch, air bed, floor). What an amazing ride it’s been and I love you all! So farewell Brisbane, Im off on a new adventure…

“What if everything you’re going through is preparing you for everything you’ve asked for”





Juice Cleanse Day 6

My daughter and I have accomplished 6 days drinking fresh home juiced combinations of beetroot/basil/tomato/carrot/kale/celery/cucumber/red cabbage/lemon ginger… I apologise in advance to any friends or family to whom I have come across like an evangelist! It’s just that when you gain instant sparkly energy results from something as simple as juice fasting you kinda want your besties to get in on it! In my excitement I forgot that not everyone is ready to take this step. The last detox I did wasn’t a fast, so this has been an incredibly enlightening and very different experience – more challenging.  I’ve watched various documentaries such as  Food Matters, Fat Sick and Nearly Dead 1 & 2, David Wolfe talk on Superfoods (U tube) and Joel Fuhrman ( U.S Dr) advocating a micronutrient – rich diet, plant based (yet again). None of these health experts are mentioning adding meat to your diet… hmmmmm. Food for thought?


The first 3 days were hellish. Hunger pangs, headaches, low energy. We took to going to bed at 8 pm to get to sleep (which by the way, was fantastic). Days 4, 5 & 6 – I bounced out of bed at 5.30 am and walked 3 kms. Walked another 2 kms when my daughter arrived home after work followed by laps in the pool… I’ve lost weight, gained more energy and have my chin back… My daughter’s looking great too…. much better than a week ago and it’s obvious she’s lost weight. But it’s not just about the weight, it’s the ENERGY that we are experiencing. Tiredness has vanished during the day and I feel lit from within.


It’s difficult to fathom that the USA spends nearly $12 BILLION advertising lollies, drinks and fast foods yet only $9.55 MILLION on healthy eating?  I guess we need to start asking ourselves why is that so? (Professor Sunder Millar for those who grew up in the 70’s… was that even his name?) … Anyway my point is, I for one, (and all change starts with ourselves) consciously choose to take more control over my health, embrace a plant based diet once again, include these amazing juices (look at the colour of that!) and stay away from anything processed. This includes not burgers which I happen to enjoy…. However, tempeh on the other hand is fine because its fermented. Yay for tempeh!

There’s many reasons we resist change ….emotional, addictions, (especially to sugar) boredom. We cling onto our bad habits as if our very life depends on them… It’s tough sometimes! Recently I read a article about people who struggle to give up smoking, it’s not because they’re weak willed but because they like to feel in control of something, which made sense to me as an ex smoker.


I’m doing a happy dance with this colourful vibrant, full of nutrients salad… My new goal is to continue drinking juices and slide into Joe Cross’s 10 day reboot program because then I can consume salads like this… with some added seeds, legumes, nuts….. Such a good feeling to start a new year off… in the direction that you want to continue to go. (and grow)…. Whatever we do now in regards to our health will gain results, either we reap the benefits down the track or pay the price, it really is up to us.

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Juice Fast. Day one….

Well this has been no ordinary week. I had a day’s work, packed my suitcase for W.A. and spent time watching documentaries on healthy living, including Food Matters! My daughter and I have decided to go on a juice fast for health reasons. We watched the Joe Cross documentary ” Fat Sick and Nearly Dead.” Its a sobering story and provides a wake up call for us all. Basically he lost a ton of weight along with ALL his health problems by having nothing but freshly made juices, mostly vegetable.


I’ve been juicing on and off for years, decades in fact. I love to start my day with a juice…. however, this is serious juicing, I’m taking it up a notch,  6 – 8 juices every day for the next 14 days. I don’t even know if I can do it but I’m certainly gonna try.

One of the things that’s hit me is how long the day is when you don’t eat actual food and believe me I’m only 2/3rds into the first day and I am craving food. Apparently this eases after about day 3 – 4. I’m also bargaining with myself (and my daughter) .. “maybe if we go well…. we could have/eat ….” Already we have discussed the probability that we may only last one week. Our goal is 14 days so we will see how we go. Sounds easy?


GOODBYE to processed white foods including starchy (yummy) potatoes.

Headaches have already begun to come and go and I expect they may get a worse before the fog clears and that sparkling clean feeling overtakes us. The feeling when you know ‘somethings changed’.  Just as I’ve done 2 detoxes in the past, both allowed eating vegetarian food, so this is a LOT different. No food. Not one drop. Just juice.

I’m also realising why people stay on their medications, it’s actually easier to pop a pill than to put yourself through discomfort. It’s easier to put the responsibility for our health into the hands of the medical profession. I for one, like to question everything they have to offer me. When I was first nursing I remember reading a article about the worse foods we could possibly eat and was shocked to realise they were in most of the meals we were giving our patients every day. So why wait until we get sick and put our health, our very lives, in the hands of the medical profession/pharmaceuticals?

We can do things now and challenge ourselves by becoming uncomfortable in order to gain better health… I want to make the most of it and take control while I can… as Joe Cross says in his doc, if you eat foods made by someone in a white coat, you will one day end up seeing someone in a white coat. If you feel inspired and want to join us to embrace better brighter health, contact me. I will guide you as best I can….

The emphasis is getting rid of any processed food and welcoming in the “fresh is best” policy – namely- veggies… (only a little fruit because of the high fructose.)  In my mind I thought I ‘ate fairly well’. The reality is I still love cheese and crackers and that glass of wine at the end of a day. Now, that’s going to change big time. 


HELLO to fresh natural produce……

Im always surprised at those cakes laden with icing that people still buy for morning tea’s, most recently at a work training day. I realise that most of us are struggling to keep processed foods at bay. One reason is simply because sugar is highly addictive. As is caffeine, (which is also in tea). Junk in = Junk out. Its pretty simple, yet we justify our choices and make up stories in our heads to protect us from the cold hard facts.

SO this is an experiment to kick off 2018. I am challenging myself by getting back to basics. For all the knockers, watch Joe Cross’s doco. He says he never felt better, in his entire life, after 60 days simply on juice! And that is good enough for me. Til next blog…




Week ONE 2018.

I decided to write a blog each week in 2018….

I celebrated New Years Eve at my sisters, with a bottle of bubbly, a feed of crackers, cheese and olives, watching her hand feed the red king parrots.

IMG_3961.JPGA friend invited me to visit Noosa, how could I say no to a night there? We sat on her back verandah, watching an amazing sky full of shifting clouds creating amazing images. Her place was situated up high on a hill at the Junction and the vista was so pretty….


A few days later another friend offered me a free healing session.  As it turned out, I needed to let go of some ‘stuff’ and after a cry, a voice dialogue exchange and energetic lift, I left feeling free-er, happier and on purpose, ready to face taking on Brisbane. Thank you Universe….


I ventured onto my daughters…. she’s still on holidays until the 7th so it was a timely arrival helping her with a big house spring clean. Trips to op shops and garbage bins, dumping stuff no longer needed or used ready to start a new year all over again.


On the weekend we drove to the Gold Coast, swam in the ocean, laughed heartily and breathlessly, tried to surf waves, got severely dunked whilst gulping mouthfuls of salt water. I choked on my laughter, got rolled around in the surf as if I were in a washing machine and once again felt the power of nature and the surf. Total respect.

Each morning I woke, Mister Frankie cuddled me as I sat out on the back deck sipping my early morning cup of tea…. wondering about what the new day would bring…. Heck, I think he even loves me a little by the look on that face.


We also: cleaned her car, visited the car wash and went on early morning walks, power walked around a wonderful parkland nearby, up and down hills among greenery. There’s something nice about exercising out in nature instead of in a gym…


My verdict of first week in January?

I loved it.

Maybe not for the high flying job and copious amounts of money….. but for the little things, spending quality time with my daughter, laughing on the beach, discussing the difference of personalities between her cats and which food best suits their needs in the supermarket aisle. Sitting with my sister, swapping massages as we watch Netflix…..

It’s these little moments, of genuine connectedness with another human being which gives life its value.

Any meagre word of advice I’d give would be :

Take the quality moments and savour them. Love them.

And don’t forget to be yourself :  REAL, authentic, honest….

Til next week xx




Spirit Whispers A Book Review

If ever there was a book that describes the highs and lows of a mediums life, “Spirit Whispers” is it. I couldn’t put it down and realised why Charmaine is so widely recognised (winning psychic of the year helps too of course) but well deserved! Apart from that, she shows where she is truly coming from, that place of unconditional love. No wonder she is so down to earth, it’s the stuff that she’s been through which has shaped her into the woman she is today.    Charmaine Wilson.jpeg

I recall how Silver Birch talks about ‘as low as a soul goes so correspondingly they can rise’. I love that because it gives everyone hope and the reassurance that you can grow into your fullest highest self no matter what you have endured.

Spirit Whispers shows this clearly in Charmaines life. I was reading those first chapters thinking to myself ‘what else could go wrong? Oh no! Not the loss of a child?’ But that was only the beginning, I don’t want to spoil the story so I won’t give away too much more but this is one book that I’m very glad I read. It teaches me that there are many ways up the medium pathway and at the end of the day, it’s our relationship with the spirit world that is important. Human teachers come and go, it’s how we help others and teach as we are inspired to do,  leading by example.

to read more about Charmaine ….. click on the link.

If everything happens for a reason, maybe we will look back on this life and see how it all fitted together like a proverbial jigsaw. So, if your looking for a holiday read, go to your nearest library and grab a copy of this remarkable ladies journey. Or buy a copy online then you have your very own to loan others. Stick with it til the end because it truly is an inspirational read, (especially if you happen to be a developing medium).  jigsaw .jpg

Becoming a medium

For a few years I walked away from mediumship and development. I was involved in a toxic relationship and mediumship development requires a tranquil environment in order to grow more attuned. Yet I learned so much about life and relationships from the toxic union that I see how it played a vital role… At the end of the day, it helped move me along, get clear who I really was and clarified whats real, true and important in my life.

I know many mediums have had very challenging lives, they have dealt with disease, lost loved ones at an early age, and seem to have a bit more on their plate… which goes with the territory. Perhaps it’s designed this way because in order to have deep compassion for others, to truly *feel*,  we need to have experienced a lot of lifes challenges.

I recall Silver Birch saying feel sorry for those who have an easy life. The soul comes into it’s own through turmoil and that we are like diamonds, needing our rough edges smoothed over. It sounds a bit simplistic, but rest assured there are dozens of books written through Silver Birch’s trance medium Maurice Barbenell, which go into great detail of the finer workings of the spiritual world.


I had my own poignant message given to me as a young woman, whilst I was dealing with immense heart ache at losing my beloved brother when I was 19. The rug had been pulled out from under my entire family and we could not believe what was happening.

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Me and Trudi my younger sis (how cute is she?) and our big brother! Mick.

I had already sensed my brother on 2 occasions that were so incredible and strong, an ‘energy’ pulsating around me that left me bewildered and confused. It certainly got me thinking! Could it be? Was it him? I now believe he came to see me only hours after his passing, waking me up from a deep sleep. Again, in the car as I was driving to see Doris Stokes,  I felt this energy pulsating beside me. I actually felt he was sitting with me, with a huge grin on his face saying ‘hey sis, I’ve got this!’


My Nanna, me and Mick beside us.

Imagine my surprise when I took my seat and was the second person chosen from the audience. Doris pointed to me from the stage,  ‘It’s you dear, a light lights up behind the person I’m to speak to. Don’t be afraid… I have a young man standing beside me who has been in the spirit world for 3 months. He is saying the name ‘lon’….’


(above photo) My mothers painting of Mick before he died.

That opening message has stayed with me my entire life.  I cannot begin to relay how comforting it was, how it changed the trajectory of my life. Doris went on to speak to me for at least 10 minutes giving other evidence, like how one of my great grand mothers had died (I had no idea) and this was confirmed the following day by mum. I began to read books on mediumship to learn what had happened and how this phenomena takes place and eventually, had my own experiences as I began to massage people. I never would have imagined this would also become a part of my life and it continues to amaze me, the wonderful experiences that come as a part of ones spiritual development as we attempt to merge with the spirit world. It is an unfolding gift, something I respect and admire, to be of service to those whom are also recovering from grief.

Love Loni x

Finding the Shells….. Middelton Beach.

From the time I was about 16, I constantly asked “what is this life all about.?”  I used to run to the beach as a girl, sobbing with confusion at my parents terrible arguments, sit on a rock and cry to the wind ‘Hey God, I’m in the wrong family!!! Questions about energy, the law of attraction, karma, what happens when we die, why are we here, what’s it all about?  Is spirit able to influence us? Is intuition our guiding force? These are questions I’ve been seeking answers to my entire life. So, one time, about 10 years ago I found myself at the cross roads. I had turned my back on my spiritual questioning and development, and believed in a man, his promises, “the story”.  But life has a funny way of bringing you back to your knees…. and the following story is about that time.

‘I sat on a wooden seat at Middelton Beach, alone, heavy hearted, bereft with confusion. My second marriage was falling apart and I’d left Brisbane to spend some time with my mother in Albany, a small town in the south west of W.A. The wind was howling like I remembered it from my childhood. I felt completely numb. What do I do next? Where do I go from here? If I was blunt with myself I knew the relationship was over. The pattern had become rote. We had tried for 5 years to make it work and had failed. 

Our arguments had become a battleground of power and control and would escalate if I didn’t back down. I was tired of acquiescing for the sake of peace.  I understood the repetition of patterns learned in childhood. How we re-live them until we learn, grow stronger and let go. I realised full well where I’d learnt this pattern (childhood) and yet unconsciously and emotionally I seemed to be driven to keep repeating the drama.

Hence, I was emotionally exhausted on every level. 

The clouds obscured the sun and I pulled my jacket up around my neck. It was August, a chilly time of the year to be back in Albany. Suddenly, I felt an urge to walk down to the right hand corner of the beach, towards the rocks where I used to sit as a girl, crying into the wind, asking for help then too. As I walked over the mounds of seaweed I stood quietly, gazing. The rock I used to sit on remained unchanged and the jetty I remembered as a kid, stood stoically, solid. 

I turned slightly, and sitting there in perfect mint condition was a large shell. A whole rather large shell! I looked around, amazed at my discovery. Surely early morning walkers would have spotted this beauty?  I picked it up and held it to my chest marvelling in my lucky find. ‘Thank you’ I whispered. A feeling of reassurance washed over me as I intuitively felt that everything would work out all right, that I would rise through this wall of emotional turmoil that hovered alongside and within me.


The following day, I decided to repeat this. I drove to the beach early,  sat on the bench and talked to ‘god’. Once again, I walked to the right hand corner of the beach and there among the mounds of seaweed was a second shell, almost in perfect condition. What were the chances? I was completely gobsmacked. The only other miracle like this that had happened was the time I was chosen out of an audience at a Doris Stokes Show.

But this, came right in my hour of need.’ 

I re tell this story because it inspires me that perhaps we are all being guided far more than we know.  We are never alone, even when we feel we are. There is always hope and that is something we should never ever let go of especially when we feel lost, exhausted, alone and bewildered as I certainly did during that period in my life.

Lub Loni xx




The Outback

So far as the great aussie outback is concerned, where I’ve been working they don’t consider it too ‘outback’. It’s 1.5 – 2 hours (depending on your car) to ‘town’ so in terms of our outback’s, it’s not that far. However, it sure feels a long way when ones phone has no reception, but also in a funny way, freeing. There once was life before mobile phones! Yet, amid the dusty days, the blaring sun, drought conditions and vast horizons, I began to see and feel, what it is about the outback that people fall so in love with.


Raising children in these environments is not without it’s challenges, home schooling, isolation from friends and other family, being ultra organised because your local shop is not around the corner are just a few. Yet there is something to be said for kids that are free to run around without their shoes on, to kick a ball without worrying it’s going to land on a road, to create new games to play and to learn to play nicely with one another. Children who are learning the value of friendship, of books, of ‘helping out’  and who read at night instead of watching TV or playing on I pads. Children, who look at the world as children, with awe and wonderment and that pure sense of adventure and imagination.

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And who are also learning team work with their parents, how to handle a horse and to muster cattle. These are life skills that are invaluable and incentive to get the school work done early!

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The outback, leaves an indelible impression on you, one that lingers, long after arriving ‘home’. It leaves its mark, helps shape you, give a fresh perspective. I’ve seen first hand, how hard life can be out there, long hot hours working in the blazing sun fixing fences or whatever problem arises. This attitude of ‘get on and do it’ is what helped to build this country and it gave me a deeper appreciation of my forefathers.  Yet it’s gifts, oh the gifts of nature, of the very heartbeat of this country is what would take me out again.

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Meet Mrs Dog.

Always watching, ready for a game. She may be getting old, but she’s as loyal as the day is long, just like her human companions. Salt of the earth folk. Real folk who mean what they say and say what they mean. And whose country hospitality also leaves a lasting impression which I’m so extremely grateful for. xx

Woop Woop

Recently, a friend came on facebook messenger,  asking me where are you’?  I replied ‘oh, out woop woop’,  then suddenly realised what a funny expression that was for anyone whose english is not their first language, like my dear belgium friend. She is probably scratching her head thinking ‘where the  darn is woop woop?’..

How do we explain that term, which rolls so succinctly off our aussie tongues?

Answer: A long way from the nearest town.

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We are not 10 minutes from the nearest town… we are 1.5 hours drive from Clermont, or  2 hours, depending on the vehicle your’e driving, or if you take a wrong turn. Believe me, out here, in woop woop, it’s easy to do. There is the time of day when one drives, that one needs to consider, because there are the roo’s  (kangaroos) hovering road side and the occasional family of bush pigs or cows,  who run out in the middle of the road, startled by your headlights. So they stop.  Right there, in front of you. One minute your driving  100 kms, the next you’ve hit the brakes, struggling to do 10 kmh.

The nearest neighbours are 10 kms away and the sky is a starry bright palette to which I am unaccustomed and when the sun goes down and the birds have tuckered down it is extremely quiet out here.  But that sky.  Mere words can not adequately explain it.

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It has been a grande experience, re connecting with people and children I care for greatly. When a 8 year old holds your face and says “you’re great and I love ya” it kinda strikes a place in your heart. ‘Awww’ as a reply, doesn’t really cut it. But I take away the love, the feeling which reminds me that most succinct experiences are not spoken, but are felt by the heart.

Naturally,  being out ‘woop woop’ is not without it’s challenges, one of which is the heat. (The isolation came in second place.)  Mid morning, the sun slaps your face as you suddenly realise, ‘shit, it’s burning’.. and scurry inside to locate your wide brim hat. (And slap on some sunscreen while your at it.)

Walking hand in hand with it’s seeming harshness is a raw beauty we are not privvy to in the city. Its a vibe, a slowing down, a feeling that I haven’t felt until being out here. Miles from nowhere. Woop Woop. Everyone should go here. My mother used to talk about the big skies and ‘fairy lands’ she discovered as a girl, living in a tin shed with flour bag walls out near Southern Cross, Western Australia.

I am beginning to know my mother a whole lot more, a whole lot deeper as I spend precious time out ‘woop woop’ discovering what she was privvy too, 70 odd years before me. Wow.