I am Miss Orla, the worlds GREATEST Singing Psychic.
I have become a musical vessel for the spirit world. Soul, Choral, Jazz, Oriental, Rock, Bel Canto, Blues, Folk... this worlds and the 'other' world's music rises forth within me and with it the words and wisdom of your loved ones.
My Story
As a young child I had the ability to communicate with people from the past by simply touching a loved item or someone very close to them. I saw it gave comfort to others and I enjoyed channelling advice and support (and sometimes even betting tips!) from the ‘other’ side.
I thought at that time everyone had this gift.
As I developed into a woman, I realised what I could do was rare. I got scared, self-conscious and overwhelmed by this gift and blocked it from mind. Wishing to be ‘normal’.
But then my father was taken from me suddenly. I’d had premonitions but dismissed them as waking nightmares ‘DayMares’. I couldn’t believe that my loving father would be taken – but he was.
He hadn’t told my mother where his Will was. His business partner began taking money from my fathers company. The bank had told my mother they were repossessing the house. My mother and I were scared. Not only were we stricken with grief, we were also losing everything.
I decided that I had to call upon the gift I was born with. The gift that had been passed down, through our family for hundreds of years.
Surrounded by my father’s favourite items: football shirt, adored Mug, The Who album – Odds and Sods. Plus my mother holding my hands – I called to my father.
When I was a young child, when I spoke to the ‘other’ world, a warm feeling would pass over me and a translucent shimmering door appeared. From that door spirits that took a human shimmering form would come, sit before me and talk. They didn’t have mouths, just waves of warmth and understanding would enter me as they spoke to me.
But now, when calling for my father, my heart full of sorrow and my face covered in tears – nothing came to me. I just felt hollow and alone.
I rested my head on my mother’s lap and cried. My mother stroked my hair and hummed. My sobs became subdued and I began to hum with her.
The hum turned into words. The same words my father would speak. His same accent and the way he spoke.
My mother and I smiled at each other. I sang his words. It was as if he was speaking through me. I sang tales of when my father had scored the winning goal at school, and the first time my father had seen my mother.
My mother suddenly laughed and froze – she called out “How do you know that Miss Orla?” Later I discovered that only my mother and father had known that secret about their first kiss.
My song responded to her, as my father always did and then I sang of the exact location of the Will. My mother rushed to the Pantry and sure enough in the Christmas Cake Tin, on the top shelf was the Will and Business/Bank account details.
To cut this long and happy story short I will just say my mother and I kept our house and my mother now runs the business successfully.
I went on and repeated this singing gift, accidentally with my friends and family.
Through word of mouth the demand has become very high.
So now I have been persuaded to bring this gift to everyone at my Psychic Singing gatherings.
Keep posted for upcoming dates.
I have become a musical vessel for the spirit world. Soul, Choral, Jazz, Oriental, Rock, Bel Canto, Blues, Folk... this worlds and the 'other' world's music rises forth within me and with it the words and wisdom of your loved ones.
My Story
As a young child I had the ability to communicate with people from the past by simply touching a loved item or someone very close to them. I saw it gave comfort to others and I enjoyed channelling advice and support (and sometimes even betting tips!) from the ‘other’ side.
I thought at that time everyone had this gift.
As I developed into a woman, I realised what I could do was rare. I got scared, self-conscious and overwhelmed by this gift and blocked it from mind. Wishing to be ‘normal’.
But then my father was taken from me suddenly. I’d had premonitions but dismissed them as waking nightmares ‘DayMares’. I couldn’t believe that my loving father would be taken – but he was.
He hadn’t told my mother where his Will was. His business partner began taking money from my fathers company. The bank had told my mother they were repossessing the house. My mother and I were scared. Not only were we stricken with grief, we were also losing everything.
I decided that I had to call upon the gift I was born with. The gift that had been passed down, through our family for hundreds of years.
Surrounded by my father’s favourite items: football shirt, adored Mug, The Who album – Odds and Sods. Plus my mother holding my hands – I called to my father.
When I was a young child, when I spoke to the ‘other’ world, a warm feeling would pass over me and a translucent shimmering door appeared. From that door spirits that took a human shimmering form would come, sit before me and talk. They didn’t have mouths, just waves of warmth and understanding would enter me as they spoke to me.
But now, when calling for my father, my heart full of sorrow and my face covered in tears – nothing came to me. I just felt hollow and alone.
I rested my head on my mother’s lap and cried. My mother stroked my hair and hummed. My sobs became subdued and I began to hum with her.
The hum turned into words. The same words my father would speak. His same accent and the way he spoke.
My mother and I smiled at each other. I sang his words. It was as if he was speaking through me. I sang tales of when my father had scored the winning goal at school, and the first time my father had seen my mother.
My mother suddenly laughed and froze – she called out “How do you know that Miss Orla?” Later I discovered that only my mother and father had known that secret about their first kiss.
My song responded to her, as my father always did and then I sang of the exact location of the Will. My mother rushed to the Pantry and sure enough in the Christmas Cake Tin, on the top shelf was the Will and Business/Bank account details.
To cut this long and happy story short I will just say my mother and I kept our house and my mother now runs the business successfully.
I went on and repeated this singing gift, accidentally with my friends and family.
Through word of mouth the demand has become very high.
So now I have been persuaded to bring this gift to everyone at my Psychic Singing gatherings.
Keep posted for upcoming dates.
