Not that long ago, God came to me. He doesn't often, but when He does, He has something important to say. Nearly 20 years ago now, He promised that He would make up to me the intense suffering I have gone through in life. I remember replying something along the lines of, "Even if You granted me immortality, made me the most beautiful woman in the world, with all the money and men, the most loved woman, a supermodel who owned everything - this would not even make up for what I have been through."

Truly, I do wish you could see the suffering I have been through. And whilst I can look back and laugh now, it was hideous moving through it all.

So, yes. I was basically saying there was nothing God could ever give me that would suffice for the suffering.

The first gift He gave was The Treasure Map, and the truth of His FAITH. How to change your mind from wrong to right. This gift is so much vaster than any idea of a gift I had when He first mentioned making the suffering up to me.

The second gift He gave me was a black greyhound who was to be my spiritual teacher and mentor. The greatness this being emanated was far greater than anyone I have seen in time - even those world leaders the wrong mind of ego has made.

Then God was back, not that long ago. He told me that I was going to get my fairytale.

I think back to the year 1993 now. I found myself in the center of Sydney, walking past a psychic medium. She was one of the best I have seen in time. She revealed that she did not know if I would survive the darkness I was to go through. She hoped that I would, for if I did, I would have the life everyone dreamed of. She did not think I would get there, but she urged me to try. I was confused. I thought I had already been through my darkness, I had no idea of what was yet to come. Even though a recurring dream had highlighted it to me as a young child. I was at the foot of twenty, the number God had revealed to me some years prior. "My Precious Child. Please do not be afraid for one day in your twenties you will understand." I thought this meant the year after the age of 19. I had no idea it meant the decade I find myself in now, as I type these words to you.

In fact, I have only survived because God has had to intervene on numerous occasions to save my life. He once told me that I would have died many times over had He not changed the course, for I was here to do something special with my life. This I have known since I was very small.

And so, here we are. I'm about to head into my fairytale. Not quite there, but standing upon a precipice — still some shadows I need to clean to gain my strength.

Then I had a dream last night. I met a man. Nothing like my usual type of sexy and sublime; tall, dark and handsome. This man was nothing like my past. He was fair. He was gentle. Yet he was stunning. I could see his soul. So kind.

He handed me some type of remote. "This is yours," he offered. I accepted the gift. I knew my life was about to change.

It might not be the fairytale of the map granted by God, but perhaps it's a new door — one welcoming the truth of kindness my soul craves. For I am going to a new life. One where God has told me I cannot take the people from my past with me.

Let's see where this door goes.

Stay open.

Much love, peace and Truforgiveness,