Never Alone: From Australia's #1 Psychic Detective: The Real-Life Files of a Psychic Detective - Softcover

Malone, Debbie

Softcover

ISBN 10: 1925429547 ISBN 13: 9781925429541

Verlag: ROCKPOOL PUB, 2018

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Debbie Malone is an acclaimed spirit medium who has assisted police departments across Australia in missingpersons and murder investigations for over 20 years.

Never Alone takes readers on the rollercoaster ride of Debbie's journey, from receiving confirmation of her mediumistic capacities after a miscarriage at the age of 28, to filming with ghosts for the Australian TV show Scream Test and becoming an adept spirit photographer, to volunteering her services to the police on high-profile cases.

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Debbie Maloneis an acclaimed spirit medium who has assisted police departments across Australia in missing-persons and murder investigations for the last sixteen years. Her extraordinary gifts - she is a psychic and clairvoyant as well as a medium - enable her to receive visions from both the living and the dead, from the past, present and future, and to convey messages to bereaved families from their departed loved ones. Debbie Malone's schedule includes conducting psychic development workshops, spirit photography tours, numerous print, television and radio interviews, private readings and workshops on how to attune to the spirit world. National Television appearances include "Today Tonight", "Sensing Murder", and "Sunrise" and most recently on "The One" on the Seven Network.

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Never Alone

The Real Life Files of a Psychic Detective

By Debbie Malone

Rockpool Publishing Pty Ltd

Copyright © 2017 Debbie Malone
All rights reserved.

ISBN: 978-1-925429-54-1

Contents

1 Childhood Encounters with Spirit, 
2 My Very Own Guardian Angel, 
3 The Catalyst to Hearing Spirit, 
4 Love, Loss and a Very Special Gift, 
5 Messages from the Backpacker-Murder Victims, 
6 Face to Face with the Backpacker Murderer, 
7 I Embrace My Psychic Journey, 
8 In Too Deep: The Ivan Milat Trial, 
9 I Meet My Spirit Guides, 
10 Near-Death Experiences, 
11 Scream Test, 
12 Justice for Mary Seretis-Joiner, 
13 Searching for Evidence of Spirit, 
14 Desperately Seeking Niamh Maye, 
15 Advancements in Spirit Photography, 
16 Sensing Murder, 
17 Butterfly: The Story of Maria Scott, 
18 Alive and Well in the Spirit World, 
19 The Lost Lilies: The Claremont Murders, 
20 You Are Never Alone, 
Acknowledgements, 

CHAPTER 1

Childhood Encounters with Spirit

My life has been unusual and often very challenging, but I wouldn't change a thing. I feel that I am a truly blessed and privileged human being to have been allowed to see and feel the experiences I will share with you in this book. Through my gift of mediumship, I have met many wonderful people, both living and in the realm of spirit.

I was born in Sydney, Australia, in September 1963 to my loving parents, Robin and Leonie Gee. My only sibling is my darling brother, Michael, who arrived in 1968. Our parents have always been very hardworking people and have done all they can to provide a positive life for us. Both Michael and I were christened Catholic and had an open and not overly religious upbringing.

When I was three, my family moved into our newly built home in the suburb of Lalor Park, in the west of Sydney. There, my health took a turn for the worse. I suffered bronchial pneumonia and was admitted to hospital. My family had to travel the long distance into the city to visit me in the Royal Alexandra Hospital for Children at Camperdown. It was during my time there that I believe I had my first encounter with the spirit world.

I remember waking up in the ward coughing uncontrollably one night and seeing all of the other sick children lying in their beds. I felt so alone and frightened, and all I wanted was to be back at home with my parents, tucked snugly in my bed. It seemed as if I lay there in the bed coughing for an eternity. I waited for a nurse to come, but none came. Then a beautiful lady dressed in white suddenly appeared before me, comforting me and assuring me that I would be safe. Perhaps this vision was a dream or just wishful thinking, but at the time I felt so calm and surrounded by love that I settled down and went back to sleep. This vision has stuck with me for all of my life and I would like to think that the lady was one of my guardian angels.

After spending three or four weeks in hospital, I was allowed to go home. I can't tell you how happy I was to be back in my parents' arms. From that time on, my mum wanted to wrap me up in cotton wool so I wouldn't get sick again.

At the age of five, I started at the local infants school, and unfortunately this was the beginning of a very harrowing time for me. From almost my first day there, a group of girls bullied me on the way home. I became terrified of going to school and I told my parents how frightened I was of this gang of girls. My parents simply said that I should stand up for myself and hit them back. This was an even more frightening option, as there was one of me and five of them. And anyway, I have never agreed with using violence against violence. (Back in those days, parents didn't intervene in school bullying like they thankfully do now.)

The bullying followed me right through to primary school and affected my health and confidence greatly. I became a very timid and nervous child, a loner. I preferred to be by myself as I felt that I would never fit in with any of the groups of kids at school.

I have always been very artistic, so I spent a lot of my spare time painting and drawing at home. On weekends, our family would often go to my paternal grandparents' place in Bankstown and I would spend hours with my gorgeous grandfather, a great man in my eyes who was in the navy during the Second World War. My memories of my grandfather are always of joy. My poppa was a very artistic man and he was able to paint or draw on anything he could get his hands on. When we would go to visit, he would surprise me with a new work of art painted on a leaf, piece of bark or canvas.

It was Poppa who gave me my appreciation of art. He would spend many hours sitting with me, telling me stories about his life and teaching me how to draw and paint; he was also very gifted with calligraphy and taught me how to do hand lettering. My memories are of him always being surrounded by big, blue clouds of smoke but at the time I never thought much about the damage his heavy smoking was doing to him.

My nanna was also a very gifted woman. She would sit patiently, teaching me how to embroider, knit and crochet. Each visit to their house was an adventure, as I never knew what I would learn next. Now, as an adult, I realise what a blessing these two loving people were in my life and I miss them dearly.

It was at their house that I was introduced to the idea that fairies exist. On the wall above her bed, Nanna had a special Chinese hat that her brother had given her after the Second World War, and she said that behind the hat was where the fairies lived. I felt in awe of the fact that the fairies were always at her house when we went to visit and not at my own home. This was another very enticing reason to go to visit Nanna and Poppa as often as possible, to see what the fairies had been up to between each visit.

My father's side of the family were tested with a lot of illness and during my childhood I seemed to suffer the same fate. I constantly had bronchitis and never-ending stomach problems. The poor doctor didn't know what to do with me; he diagnosed me with nervous dyspepsia but couldn't offer anything to help improve my condition. I look back now on this period of my life only to realise that the gang of bullies who caused my anxiety had actually hurt me in more ways than one.

Due to my nervousness, I suffered many fears, the biggest one being of the dark. I wouldn't be able to go to sleep at night unless my mum left the light on in the bathroom, which was next to my bedroom. Mum humoured me enough to keep the light on until I fell asleep each night.

Another fear was of all of the strange things I could see and hear in my bedroom. Each night, I would complain to my mum that there was something or someone in my room. I could hear footsteps and creaking; I could hear snippets of conversation and at times it sounded like some unknown person was talking to me. A blue-white glow would materialise, sometimes taking the form of a person walking around the room. Other times, the glow took the form of a ball of light flying around above my head.

When it all became too much for me, I would call in my mum and make her check whether there was anyone else in the room besides me. As soon as she got to the door, everything would suddenly stop.

My constant complaining about what was going on when I went to bed began to drive my poor parents crazy. Mum told me that I had an overactive imagination and asked me to stop going on about nothing. I knew better: I knew that there...

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• Verlag: ROCKPOOL PUB
• Erscheinungsdatum: 2018
• Sprache: Englisch
• ISBN 10: 1925429547
• ISBN 13: 9781925429541
• Einband: Taschenbuch
• Anzahl der Seiten: 384
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