About Spirit Zen Soul Therapy

My Story

I’m Geri — a mother of two, Reiki Master and teacher, multi-creative, seeker of knowledge, and passionate motivator. With over thirty years of experience in the hair and beauty industry, my soul purpose has always been to help others look and feel their best. It’s more than a profession — it’s my gift.

Motivating and empowering others is at the heart of who I am. This has been a constant thread throughout both my professional and personal journey, a skill I’ve nurtured and refined over time. I believe deeply in the power of creativity and the healing energy of nature as tools for self-discovery and personal growth — both of which have been my own guiding lights through life’s darker moments.

My spiritual journey began at a very young age, long before I realized that my mental chatter was more than just an overactive, childish imagination. Choosing a career in the beauty and wellness industry has kept me connected to holistic and spiritual energy, allowing me to nurture others while deepening my own awareness. I attend Spiritualist Church and am an active member of the mediumship circle, where I practice and develop my connection to universal spiritual energy. Reiki entered my life ten years ago, enhancing my holistic approach and deepening my ability to support others through spiritual energy healing.

Motivating and empowering others has always been central to who I am. Throughout life’s many twists and turns, I have learned to navigate challenges through creativity, nature, and self-discovery — tools that have been my own guiding lights during difficult times. I believe deeply in the power of these practices to foster personal growth, balance, and inner peace.

Its not easy…

More about me

Many are fascinated by the mediumship, intuition, or spiritual connection of others — often referred to as a gift. Yet I believe we all possess the capacity for spiritual connection. It is an innate ability that has simply been dulled or forgotten in the modern world we live in.

Having the “knowing ability,” that deep sense of spiritual awareness, is not easy. In those moments of knowing, feeling, seeing, or hearing beyond the ordinary, one is forced to make a choice. They say ignorance is bliss — and there is much truth in that.

Before you ever recognize that the inner voice — the mental chitter-chatter within your subconscious — carries real information, you may have already endured failed relationships and poor choices that shaped your life. You may have heard the whisper, felt the nudge, wrestled with doubt, only to be gaslighted by the dishonesty of others.

One of my earliest experiences was during my marriage to my childhood sweetheart. I had endured many of his infidelities, each one breaking my heart a little more. I was gaslighted into believing I was imagining things, that I was somehow mad — and for a very long time, I truly believed I was.

About two years into our four-and-a-half-year marriage, before his affair began, I would often see a young woman around the area where we lived. I seemed to run into her everywhere I went. Each time, I felt an instant, inexplicable dislike.

Two and a half years later, when I began to suspect my husband of having an affair — as my intuition had warned me — I was more confident in trusting that inner knowing. I confronted him, and I can still remember the expression on his face: a faint, almost proud smile. His response was dismissive, telling me I was imagining things. Gaslighting, as we now call it.

That night, I went to bed and dreamt that the woman my husband was having an affair with was named Joanne. I jolted awake, and instantly knew it was the same woman I had seen countless times over the previous two and a half years. I also knew I would see her that day — her son attended the same playgroup as my young son.

I remember telling myself that when I saw her that morning, I would look her straight in the eyes — and in that moment, I would know the truth. When our paths crossed, I did exactly that. Her reaction was instant: she dropped her head suddenly, unable to meet my gaze.

At that point, I still didn’t know her name. When I returned home, I asked a neighbour and friend if she knew the young woman who lived two streets away. She told me her name was Jo — short for Joanne. The very name I had dreamt, or rather heard whispered within my subconscious.

I remember slipping on my shoes and marching straight to her house. Our car was parked outside. I knocked on the door — she opened it — and I walked right in.

There he was.

The rest, as they say, is history.