Michael’s talents have a supernatural origin
When I was five, I had a strange dream. I was sitting in a dingy room, watching an amazing artist paint portraits.
After that, I tried to paint pictures like I’d seen. To everyone’s surprise, my pictures were just as good.
When my teacher saw my work, she was suspicious.
‘Can you not do Michael’s artwork for him?’ she told my mum, Anna.
‘I didn’t,’ she said.
It wasn’t until the teacher saw me paint she believed Mum was telling the truth.
‘How did you learn to paint like that?’ she cried.
‘From a dream,’ I said, not knowing how strange that sounded.
But that wasn’t the only spooky thing that happened.
My older sister Monique, now 28, and I also saw family members who’d passed.
‘Grandad was here last night,’ I told Nana one day. ‘He was wearing a maroon suit and tie.’
‘That’s what I buried him in,’ she said, shocked.
Mum wasn’t fazed – we had psychics in our family, going back generations.
Monique and I weren’t interested in playgrounds, like other kids were.
Instead, we’d beg Mum to take us to Buddhist temples. We loved the peace and spirituality there.
Angels visited us, too. Rather than having feathery wings, they had auras around their bodies.
One, an Archangel called Raphael had a wonderful green glow all around him.
They’d give us guidance and tell us that the world needed more love, peace and kindness.
We also had visits from Mother Mary, Jesus, and saints, in our bedrooms or lounge room. We thought everyone did!
Painting wasn’t the only thing I learned in my sleep.
At 16, I was shown how to sing and play guitar in a dream. The next day I bought a guitar and immediately, I could play it. I could sing the blues, too.
Amazed, my family entered me in a music competition. I was thrilled when I was announced as the winner.
Then, a year ago, I was shown how to play the piano in a dream. Just like before, I bought a keyboard the next day and could instantly play by ear.
Performing in bars, I played soul and blues songs.
Wanting to do something for others, I started doing gigs for charities like the Starlight Foundation.
I paint pictures for charity auctions, too, in the style of Renaissance artists. When some fetched $5000, I was over the moon.
It’s great to be able to use my talents to help others, I thought.
Meanwhile, Monique is visited by angels and spirit guides who give her messages about when people will fall pregnant, and whether the baby is a boy or girl.
In January, Monique told me about a visit she’d had.
‘Angels asked me to write a book with messages they want us to share,’ she said.
Our book, Children of the Light, was published in July.
We hope it will help parents raise spiritual children and we’ll put the proceeds towards starting a hospice for young people.
Angels visited us, too… one had a green
glow all around him
Me painting my self portrait MeandmyMother Mary artwork Monique, me and our book