Many years ago, in utter despair, I watched helplessly as my whole life disintegrated around me. Left widowed and broke, I languished in my one-room rented apartment.

By the mid-1980s, I had already established a successful holistic practice in the U.K. During a deep meditation, I had an intuitive prompting that made me feel ready to expand my spiritual understanding by taking further training.

Travelling back from town late one evening, the train carriage was completely deserted. I’d spent time with a good friend, telling her all about a fascinating programme I had been co-facilitating with a colleague. It was a combination of metaphysical and spiritual awareness and non-predictive hand analysis.

In certain countries around the world, there is a simple way they use to catch a monkey. They fill a glass jar or a pot with a narrow neck, with nuts or a banana and wait for the monkey to come along. Attracted by the smell of the food, the monkey naturally tries to get to it by putting his hand into the jar.

Many years ago I saw a wonderful movie entitled, “Into the Deep” a documentary about marine life and the diverse species that inhabit our oceans.