I’m in Brisbane Queensland at the moment, where I’ve been doing some work for the university where I’m an Adjunct Prof…
I grew up in Brisbane, and my family lives there – brother, sisters, and mother. Jennifer and I have been staying with my youngest sister, Angela.
We had dinner together last night, and my mum came over. She’s 87, and as it turns out the dinner was a celebration of the publication of her new book – The Killer with Three Hundred Names.
The book details a twelve year investigation she undertook to solve one of Australia’s most notorious triple homicides, committed over a hundred years ago. The ABC (Australian Broadcasting Corporation) did a half hour profile on my mum last year, in a programme called Australian Story that features prominent Australians.
Here is a link to the book on Amazon if you’re interested –
The Killer with Three Hundred Names
This is her fifth book. In each book she’s solved a murder that dates back more than a hundred years.
My mum is remarkable.
Anyway over dinner we were talking about the intuition film I’m doing, and she told me how as a youngster – when I was two to three years old – I seemed to have some kind of communication with the spirit world.
it would happen when we were driving. I’d sit up in the back of the car, look ahead out the front windscreen and smile, and start saying: “Hewo…” (Hello)
And then up ahead a cemetery would come into view.
Evidently this happened many times, and it freaked out my mum and dad – because they could never see the cemetery. Often it was around a corner or over the crest of a hill – but I would sit up and smile and start saying hewo…
My mother said last night that at that age, I didn’t even know what a cemetery was. Much less anticipate it before anyone else saw it. Much less seemingly communicate with spirits.
She said that she and my father at the time thought it was “very strange.”
And then as I got older it stopped.
Of course I can’t remember any of this.
But in esoteric writings they say that a child up to the age of two or three often carries the wisdom and capabilities of past lives. But they disappear as you get older, and the patina of the real world begins to encrust those sensitivities.
A couple of people around the table said they had goosebumps as my mother was telling the story. This wasn’t some Halloween gag. She was simply telling me what she and my father had witnessed when I was young.
She said she couldn’t remember if I’d exhibited any other “tendencies,” but she remembered that vividly.
PGS - The Way 
Great share. Cool Mom, special you! Xoxo
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Thanks jill. Hope all is well with you!! bill xx
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Ok, you are doing it again… the similiarities are halloweenish. Blessed Samhain. Ingrid
your mom sounds soooo cool!
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doing what ingrid? 🙂
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The more I get to know of you and the journey you are on, the more I am convinced that it was not coinsitence that I stumbled on your camino blog. There are just too many things you and I share.
I might not have seen dead people, but I would sense that someone would die. It always happened. Freaked out my mom especially and she would sweep it under the carpet all the time. As a teenager, I finally had enough and started protecting myself.
As my children where growing up, intuitively I would know if something was going to happen and I would warn them in my own way. Since I never used to overuse the motherly phrases of ” be careful -watch out, etc etc” all those things we say with a kiss and a hug on their way out… they did listen up when I said something.
On those days, I kept praying and asking for protection and the stories they would come home with always started with “Guess what mom, this and that happened, just after I passed, finished, etc etc”
Especially my son, even when he was in University, i.e. the time in Norway (we were connected via msm on computer and when it was on, I knew he was in his dorm). So he says:”we are off tomorrow to the north walking a glacier.” More like a joke I saiy:” just be careful and don’t fall into a crevice”… and he ” awww Mom, don’t go woo woo on me”.
So later that evening I see the light and I write: “Well I guess you are save and you didn’t fall into anything”. His answer: “well, mom, I guess I better not tell you about the avalanche!” and proceeds to send me the video he took. He had decided not to walk up the glacier and rather stay behind and video tape his friends and notices an avalanche breaking away…. they all got out of the way, but he got hit by the snow spray.
That year, he was present at 2 more potentially life threatening incidents and everyone, including himself stayed safe. He started freaking out and told me that people were getting antsy around him, because stuff happens.
My answer was, have you maybe thought about that the reason you are all safe is because YOU are part of it. That at least calmed him down and I kept saying “Thank you Universe, but please enough is enough – a little bit less action”.
Oh btw, I just finished my Reiki Okuden. I finally found a home for my hands and am able to calm and channel my mind.
Blessings Ingrid
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Ingrid – wonderful comment post here, thank you. I have to head off now – driving back to Mudgee this morning, but will reply in full later. But there’s a lot of wonderful stuff that you’ve raised here… thank you
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Well, no doubting, you are and I guess have always been a strange dude, but of course who wants to be ordinary. Keep an eye out tonight. Oh that’s right, Halloween has already passed in Australia. See anything? Keep it up Mate 🙂
So we have three generations of authors. Any more some where?
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My son is thinking of writing… we’ll see. Just weird, what my mum told me. I don’t recall any of it. But she’s never forgotten it. I’m sure that happens with a lot of other youngsters too…
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Bill,
I hit the “like” button but that story of you as a three year old is spooky. About five years ago my grandson, Aidan, was spending the night. As a 2 1/2 year old he wanted to sleep in a sleeping bag on the floor next to our bed. Dale and Aidan were talking as we about to go to sleep. Aidan looked up a picture we have on the wall of a street scene with sidewalk cafes in Paris. He told Dale he was the one that started the fires that killed all those people. Upon Dale questioning him further he announced that he used to live there. It was kind of frightening.
I decided that if we were going to Italy with you, I would stop reading crime and murder mysteries in my spare time (15 minutes before bed) and maybe read some of the books on your list. I thought maybe I could hold a conversation with you if I was lucky enough to be able to walk with you for a couple kilometers in Italy. The only one from your list that was readily available at the library yesterday was Bhagavad Gita As It Is. I read the “Setting the scene” and the “Preface” last night. If the rest of the book is as hard to understand as that was I think it will be a one sided conversation. Any recommendations on a beginner book on spiritual development, Swamis, etc?
Your mom’s book may be more my speed. We both like crime and murder shows on tv and reading. My favorite book series over the last few years was Stieg Larsson’s Millennium trilogy (The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo),etc. Just looked at your mom’s book on Amazon. It only is available as a kindle version. I have a Chromebook besides the regular desktop computer. Can a Kindle version be downloaded to a Chromebook? I’m a few years behind on technology. No IPhone, no Ipad.
Lynda
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Hi Lynda –
Jen and I are about to hop in the car and drive back to Mudgee, (actually, we’ll only make it half way today – it’s about 1000kms all up) but wanted to reply to your comment here before we left…
Firstly, of COURSE we’ll walk together. Bloody hell! That’s a given!!
And as for holding a conversation with me, ask Steve. It’s not hard. It goes something like this:
Bill: I don’t think I can make that hill –
Steve: I’ll carry you.
Bill: Get stuffed
Steve: You need to take testosterone
Bill: Get stuffed
Steve: Here, let me take your pack
Bill: You touch my pack I’ll stab you through the heart with my walking pole.
Steve: You have so much aggression
Bill: Get stuffed
So holding a conversation won’t be hard.
As for getting a kindle app on Chrome – that shouldn’t be a problem. Just go into their app store. It should be readily available.
As for The Bhagavad Gita – yes, it’s dense. I have the Penguin version I think, and it’s got a great preface. Very easy to understand. But as for an introductory book – I always suggest start with AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF A YOGI. That’s easy to read, and a fascinating story.
And as for that story you told of your grandson, well, I do firmly believe in reincarnation and past lives, and I’ve heard of similar stories, and in fact the book I’m reading at the moment, Supernormal (hey that;s a good one to start with too – a really good introduction to this stuff) – details several similar accounts.
Very strange…
Ok – got to leave now – big drive ahead. Will try and respond to comments at stops along the way…
thanks!
Bill
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Bhagavad Gita For Dummies … I’d LOVE to see & read that!!!! Not, Lynda, that I in any way or shape imply that you’re a dummie, but that text in whatever format presented is DENSE and, in my humble opinion, should only be approached with extreme caution, a great deal of humility and, as was the case for me for about 18 months, a true blue Indian Gita scholar and Swami at hand – and even then is it hard work!!! Have fun with your selection of literature 🙂 Britta
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Britta, I read some of those pages three or four times and disn’t get it. Part of the problem is the names. If they wer John, Bill, James, Sam it may be easier than all of the Indian names that look the same. I really want to know more on the subject but I need the “For Dummies” version. Tee Hee. I need beginner reading. Any suggestions?
Lynda
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I know exactly how you feel, but I got lucky to be invited to train (to chant in Sanskrit) with an Australian woman who’d lived at an Ashram in India for 11 years. When I confessed to her about my problem with remembering the (to my ears and eyes anyway!) strange names, she confessed (and she is a true, blue Aussie) that after all that time in India, back in Australia, she had problems with telling the difference between, say: Bob, Rob, John, Jack, Ed, Ted … etc. After that, I relaxed and am now lucky enough to know how to pronounce those strange sounding names.
As for understanding the text, I still don’t, but am happy to have others give me their interpretations. I try to treat it all as stories and not get bogged down too much in all the nuances!! Works for me 🙂
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