Finding Pennies - Chapter 2 in My Journey to Becoming a Psychic Energy Reader

Welcome to Chapter 2 in my journey of how I became a highly tuned psychic energy reader, something I know we can all do because all I did was follow some courses. It is an incredible process, and I want you to feel free and be able to do the same.

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After Julie, an Animal Communicator from Utah, saved my dog Askar's life, I connected with Annette Norbury, another animal communicator based in the UK. Annette assisted with Askar’s recovery and inspired me to train myself as a communicator. I will detail that journey and the remarkable events that ensued in a future chapter. However, I first need to delve into my explorations of subtle energy that led to me connecting to Julie.

I have always been very interested in subtle energy, though I didn't always refer to it by that term. I've been intrigued by the dynamics of people's behaviour and the underlying reasons. While some might refer to this as psychology, subtle energy encompasses so much more. My interest intensified while working in leadership roles in business, as I sought to understand not just why but how the mood or behaviour of a given individual could profoundly influence groups of others, either positively or negatively.

My interest in energy initially focused on humans but shifted to animals after a friend shared her work with horses. Horses are highly sensitive to the congruence of human energy. This refers to the disparity between our internal feelings and the energy we project externally. For instance, one might feel furious internally yet display a smiling face to the world; horses can detect the true energy of the anger and respond accordingly.

My friend's work served as a gateway to another world. The idea that animals can sense our moods wasn't exactly a revelation; rather, it felt like permission to delve into the true impact of how someone else's energy can affect and even infect others. I started reading various books on the subject of horses' interactions with energy, and each book further deepened my interest.

Around that period, as I immersed myself in this subject, my entire life took a dramatic turn; my marriage ended, and I left my job. A particularly traumatic day made me hypersensitive to energy, prompting me to move house, start a new job, and undertake all those changes we're advised to manage one at a time.

My curiosity led me to explore various areas, including why religion fascinates so many. Raised in an atheist household with a focus on academic success, my views were as staunch as those with religious beliefs. While I've never judged someone for the right to have their beliefs, I've always been keen to question.

An instinctive drive pushed me to understand what captivated people about their religions. My scepticism lay not with spirituality but with aspects of religion aimed at controlling people, labelling them as sinners in need of repentance. I struggled to see the value in teachings that seemed to degrade human dignity. Yet, I remained curious about what could grip so many globally for centuries. There had to be more to it, I believed.

Following my curiosity, I explored various avenues for answers, attending courses and workshops that sparked my imagination. These ranged from sessions on self-worth and understanding oneself differently to a Buddhism workshop, Reiki sessions and training, a prayer course, and healing courses. I immersed myself in diverse perspectives, valuing everyone's views while seeking those that resonated deeply with me. My search continued until I encountered the teachings of Abraham Hicks and the Law of Attraction.

The Law of Attraction asserts that positivity and expectation of good can bring about desired outcomes, which is aligned with my business acumen and personal experiences. My background has shown me the power of long-term planning and belief in one's goals. Similarly, despite lacking resources or understanding of how things would align, my childhood dreams had materialised through sheer intention. Through my experiences, I've learned that life has a way of resolving itself.

Reading Abraham Hicks, I reflected on moments when life serendipitously provided exactly what I needed, aligning with my desires. For instance, from the age of 14, I was determined to travel to New Zealand between school and university. Just weeks before finishing school, a friend mentioned her aunt and uncle in New Zealand welcomed gap year students, securing my place for the year.

I also recall a time when I felt suppressed in my role as an audit accountant. I considered further tax qualifications out of sheer boredom. Unexpectedly, I received a call out of the blue offering me a position that catapulted my career in business, allowing me to travel the world and assist others in becoming better versions of themselves.

Then there's the story of my truck, Ginger. After a decade of being constrained to black Audi estate cars by a company car policy (a nice car, to be sure, but not one that reflected my true self), I yearned for an orange pickup truck. Remarkably, the exact truck I had researched and decided upon was waiting on the garage forecourt the day I went to look for a new vehicle, despite a supposed 10-month waiting list. It turned out Ginger had just become available that week after the original purchaser cancelled their order.

The Law of Attraction deeply resonated with me, turning me into an avid reader and a firm believer in the idea that we receive what we focus our minds on. Embracing the belief that we are deserving of our desires opens doors for us. Learning from Abraham Hicks, I've come to understand that life is significantly influenced by the energy we emit into the world. This principle is something I've observed repeatedly in business: individuals who believe in their ability to succeed are the ones who do. Belief and creativity are the vital ingredients they need for success.

After spending 13 years at a company I loved, starting a new job presented a significant challenge. I felt a decline in my self-worth and was on a downward trajectory regarding personal value. About three months into this new role, I realised that my situation just wasn't right, though I greatly appreciated my coworkers and mostly enjoyed my work.

I took on the responsibility of managing a project on a global scale, which required travel every week. I led an amazing team, offering direction and support each morning before leaving them to their tasks, confident in their ability to proceed independently. Establishing a daily walking routine helped clear my mind and facilitate planning. It also allowed me to make necessary phone calls to maintain the project's worldwide momentum and contemplate my future directions.

Given that my self-worth had hit such a low point, I recognised that the only way forward was to escape my current predicament. My energy was depleted, and figuring out my next steps seemed daunting. During this time of internal conflict, as I was walking, I stumbled upon a penny on the ground. The old saying crossed my mind, "See a penny, pick it up, and all day long, you'll have good luck," so I picked it up.

The following day, as I mulled over the need to value myself more and contemplate my future, I encountered another penny and picked it up. Indeed, the same scenario unfolded on the third and fourth days, leaving me with four pennies in my pocket by the end of the week.

That summed up my penny collection for the week. The next week, I stayed in a different hotel than usual. By the third day of the second week, no new pennies had appeared, but I had to switch rooms, and there, under the bed, was a chocolate coin wrapped in foil. I picked up the coin, discarded the chocolate (who knows how long it had been there?), washed the foil and used it to wrap my pennies, preventing them from jingling in my pocket.

I found no more pennies for the rest of the week, but that’s fine; I just continued working. It still made me smile that these pennies were in my pocket. The following week, a thought came to my head: Was I constraining the flow of new money by wrapping these pennies in foil? Was I constraining myself, wrapping myself up, and stopping myself from expanding? It was a random thought; I don’t know where it came from, but I was standing in a café, waiting for a coffee.

As I was standing there without really contemplating what I was doing, I reached into my pocket, took out the little foil parcel, unwrapped the pennies from the gold wrapper and threw away the tin metal. I held the pennies in my hand. I looked at them. My gaze shifted upwards, and I looked through the door window. Another penny was lying on the ground in front of the shop door. On the way out of the shop, I scooped up penny number five, put it in my pocket, and started the money flow again.

In the following weeks, I lost track of the number of pennies I found, always when contemplating how to advance and value myself more. By this time, I had delved into several Abraham Hicks books and Napoleon Hill's writings, becoming captivated by the concept of the universe—or whatever name one chooses to give it. Due to the associated beliefs, I steered clear of terms like God, Buddha, or other religious names. My term of choice was "The Universe," and I found myself saying, "Well, Universe if you exist, you need to show me."

Taking up a challenge with these pennies, I dared the universe to prove its existence by finding not just one but two sets of money on a trip to London. True to my request, I indeed found two separate amounts of money on the ground.

"Alright, Universe, you've shown me two sets of money; now I want to see a pile of money," I said next. Remarkably, outside a bookstore on The Strand in London, opposite Charing Cross train station, I came across around 20 spilt coins. I gathered them all, sharing some with homeless individuals and dropping handfuls into donation pots at the airport as I travelled back and forth for work. Over about four months, the universe provided me with around 200 coins.

The most memorable moments for me involved the instances when the coins I found carried a deeper significance. I continually expressed my scepticism to the universe, arguing that my findings were merely due to my focused attention and not some cosmic intervention. Even as I was saying this, I was laughing at myself for even talking to this thing called the universe. 

I believed I was finding money on the ground because I was tuned to noticing money, yet I also recognised a clear pattern: I only found money when contemplating my self-worth. Despite this insight, I continued to challenge the universe. I requested to see three £1 coins one day. At the airport the next morning, after being made to change the gate at short notice, astonishingly, beneath a waiting area chair, there were exactly three £1 coins, no more or less precisely as I had specified.

I then upped the ante, telling the universe I would be convinced of its reality if I found money outside my house. Living in a quiet street at a crossroads in a small town, the odds seemed slim. On my birthday, right in the middle of the crossroads, I found a £1 coin—not directly outside my house, which still left me sceptical. I specified further: money needed to appear outside my gate. A few weeks later, on either side of my garden gate, I found a two-pence piece on each side, exactly as I had asked.

Another poignant moment occurred the day my old dog, Tober, passed away. It was a day filled with challenge and significance, a story for another chapter. However, after experiencing a profound sense of Tober's spirit with me in the car following his passing, I faced further trials that day. In a moment of longing for a sign, I asked Tober to show me money on the ground if he was still with me. About 20 steps later, there was a 20p piece directly in my path.

It took some time for me to decide, but eventually, I left the job I was in; it was not emotionally fulfilling my needs for growth. I felt underpaid and undervalued, and although I really loved the people I worked with, my capabilities were not fully recognised. When my boss tried to tell me my potential, it was my final straw. I moved on, and after a period of volunteering my time, I began to tackle more substantial work. 

Many people attribute such occurrences to luck, while others cite the universe's synchronicity. The pennies were foundational moments, not the tipping point moments in my journey. They were a contributing factor to the fact that I've come to understand with certainty the existence of a subtle, intelligent energy that communicates in ways that can astonish us once we are open to it. 

The story of the pennies, though not the most profound of my experiences, illustrates this point. Some might dismiss it as a coincidence, and I might have agreed had it has only been about the pennies. Regardless of their connection to my story of subtle energy, these experiences made me acutely aware of how little I valued myself.

Those pennies helped shift my focus from trying to meet others' expectations to pursuing my own path. Along with the insights gained from Abraham Hicks and Napoleon Hill, as well as my friend’s interactions with horses and my interest in subtle energy, these experiences form the foundations of my journey. They led me to acknowledge the possibility of intelligent energy beyond our ego-driven minds, eager and increasingly desperate to engage with us, guiding us toward better lives.

Thank you for listening to this episode. Be sure to tune back in next week because the story gets more and more bizarre, and the details become increasingly specific.