He wasn't an easy man to live with. Dementia had taken its toll. But when he came through yesterday, it was pure, childlike joy, and his wife stood there rolling her eyes.

Thirty years of tasting everybody else's porridge and never making a fourth bowl. Today she reaches for the cinnamon, a generous pinch, and a proper knob of butter.

I don't look ahead to check whether you'll be rich, happy or divorced by autumn. I show you what happens if you keep doing exactly what you're doing now.

Marit told me her life was falling apart. It wasn't. She was just stood too close to see it, nose pressed against the back of a half-finished weave.

We're all supposed to live a life of gratitude. WTF does that actually mean? You can't skip the bit where the money, the health and the people are still a mess.

Nobody from the spirit world comes through between 11pm and 8am unless it's a genuine emergency. This morning my Helper broke the rule, and it changed everything.

On paper Marit's life is sorted. She's also been suffocating for years. What's trapping her isn't the kids or the husband or the job. It's guilt.

A quick note to say I'm away from my desk for three days. I need a short break, but I'll be back before you know it.

She usually just does her own thing and we say hello in passing. Today she's sat behind me with her knitting, wagging a finger at me to get on with my work.

Halfway through Marit's reading, a physical hand took hold of my wrist. It was her Helper, telling me in very clear terms to keep what I'd found to myself.

You know exactly how that conversation goes, you've had it a thousand times in your own head. So here's my answer to the what-if question: what if you don't?

They die, and then they learn a lot about life. Death gives a different perspective. That's all it gives. Not enlightenment, not a backstage pass to the universe.

If you really were the failure your head keeps telling you that you are, you wouldn't be where you are now. But your ego doesn't want you remembering that.

A reminder, because you ask me this all the time: you can ask about whatever you want, and as much as you want. Far better to ask for too much than too little.

She spent 40 minutes raging that her late father left the house to her sister. Instead of a hug, he came through with a kick up the backside.

A month ago Marit's world had fallen in. Yesterday she messaged to say the house came through, the job came through, and her ex asked to come back. Her answer was one word.

Most of us march along in a neat little line because we're terrified of what would happen if we actually did the things we dream about. That isn't safety. It's a cage.

You think you're just reading a post. You aren't. You're having a meeting with your own soul, you just haven't recognised it yet. Look at the hand holding your phone.

Death isn't a personality transplant. This morning I read for a client who felt there were three people in her marriage, and one of them was dead.

Most of us spend our time waiting for happily ever after to start. The real magic is in the mud, the battles and the scars. Your scars are the map.