- Shannon du Fresne
- Dec 7, 2025
- 7 min read
PART ONE
Peter's Story
My healing journey started with me, and has only continued to evolve deeper and deeper through the ebbs, flows, peaks and dips of life.
As I started working with others, they also worked with me, and the healing became symbiotic. As reiki flows through the conduit, or the person sharing it, it also heals both the receiver and the practitioner by default. The frequency moves through one vessel to another.
For as long as I have been sharing Reiki, with humans in bodies, perhaps a little longer.. I have also been working with, and healing spirit on the other side. This is why I cannot stress enough, how Reiki can be given at distance, as time and space are no barrier nor is form
In this space, I want to share my stories with you, about some of the lost souls, no longer in human form, that have found their way to me over the years, and how I have helped them heal. To help you understand that, when we leave this life, our journey doesn't end, and what we don't heal here, we will need to on the other side
Today I'll tell you about Peter, who came to me for help in 2023...
My most challenging times, have also become my most rewarding times, as I shifted my focus outwards, and distracted myself in helping others. The clients I have crossed paths with over the years, through my healing work, have been some of the of most incredible, and inspirational people I have met in my life
The years following the end of my marriage, were particularly challenging for me. This time saw me, on a spiral of self destruction, in avoidance of facing what I really felt. And before it all came to a head I found myself in some recklessly unsafe places, mostly due to the new friends I had made to find shelter in, when it felt like everything id ever known for two decades fell beneath me
On one occasion I found myself in an housing commission block in a very rough end of town. Don't get me wrong I revelled in hearing peoples stories, and gaining an understanding of a way of life I otherwise would not have known, had I not been introduced by my boyfriend at the time.
This housing block gives me chills, thinking about it, as I write these sentences and revisit this time. On the way into the block, we ducked and weaved, through multiple other blocks in the zoo of apartments, most were boarded up, and full of graffiti inside and out.
Outside the block we came to, there was a lady lying on the ground, in what appeared to be some drug induced, psychotic state of consciousness, rocking back and forwards. "Should I sit with her until she feels safe" I said, should i leave her some crystals?" I asked.. "Na shes like this every day just leave her" someone else said. I found that very hard.
A feeling I could not shake that day, was that I should not have been there, and that it was not safe for me, not only physically but also energetically. There was so many spirits in that block, this I found unsettling. There were so many dark souls, dead yet trapped still in this world, mainly those that crossed in heavy addiction, and still bound here by it.
When I got home that night I was woken up, to three knocks on my bed, I prayed these away and did not think further into it
At the time I was heavily involved in a paranormal spiritual investigation, with a small group, for a missing person (this is ongoing and has been for a few years so I won't share more due to the nature of the investigation still remaining unsolved and being a very sensitive matter)
I went to Queensland with my mother that year, for a little escape, and on that trip we stayed in two hotels. In one of the hotels, while I was in the midst of messaging my group, I put my phone down to use the bathroom.
When I came back in the room, there was a voice coming from the phone, it was google voice assistant. I do not use google voice, and to this day, I have never heard it on my phone since despite not changing or touching any of the settings before nor after.
It said the name of an area.. and stated that it was a small town in the district of a bigger area (again I cannot share exactly at this time due to the above) it was taking me to this area on google maps, as the area was close to the area of interest, for this missing person, I felt like it had to be spirit giving me a clue to share with the group, so I did
We moved to the next hotel, the day after as scheduled. In the middle of the first night, I heard the three knocks again, not wanting to upset or wake my mum, again I prayed them away. Understanding at this point, it wasn't something in the first hotel, it was with me, they were following me, from home all the way to Queensland
The next day, I consulted with my group for help. How this group found me, and how it all came together, is actually an interesting story as well. Yet one for another day.
The woman in my group, have been doing this work for lifetimes, for some of them the gift has been passed down generations. Together they have also found another missing person, through their work with spirit, prior to us working on the current case. So I trusted their guidance
Rahera one of the sacred women in my group, stepped forward to help, it feels like a male she said. Further jogging my memory to where it all started, at the block of units. We need to clear that whole block she said, those words still echo in my soul and terrify me at the thought. "NO" I said, "it's too dark".
I don't want to open something I cannot close. And I didn't feel invited to do that. I also felt that, even though it started in that block, it wasn't someone from that block. Then I realised who it could be, someone who could have been there that day, in spirit, who saw me there, and by default, followed me.
When you do this work, you become like a beacon to those, on the other side of the veil. For them, its like going down a dark street and seeing the lights on, in the homes of those, that can tap into the states of consciousness that they exist.
From what I understand, when people first cross, especially those with unfinished business, mainly unresolved attachment to objects, places, vices, emotion, and people of this world. This is very common in those with heavy addiction, or those that have crossed unexpectedly, without time to prepare acceptance, or understanding. And it can even be attachments to emotion, that keeps them trapped here, even an emotion like the grief.
Lets go back to a few months before this time.. I had a reading from Mary Tarot, one of my favourite mediums, who told me that my partner would have a friend who would die, specifically of pancreatic cancer, nothing came of this at the time and I forgot about it
When I was inside the block of units, they were all talking about a friend who had died, I asked my partner, what he had died of, "pancreatic cancer" he said. In my mind I was like ok, this is the friend Mary talked about, how this was significant at the time, perplexed me. I barely knew this particular friend, and him and the deceased were not even that close.
Now it all made sense. I mentioned him to Rahera. It's him she said. He's attached to that place, and those people. And he was, he would go there and socialise.
The next night, is when it all happened. My mother woke me up, she was terrified, the knocks in the bathroom were back in threes sporadically, and she could hear and feel them as well.
I knew what I had to do, and I got to work. As I was working with him, sending him to the light, I started channeling a song I had not heard in years.
Anchor Me, written and sung in 1994 by the Mutton Birds a New Zealand rock band. The lyrics I heard at the time were
"Anchor me
In the middle of your deep blue sea, anchor me
Anchor me
In the middle of your deep blue sea, anchor me
Anchor me, anchor me"
when I googled the lyrics later, I found they also said ;
"Full fathom five
Someday I'll lie
Singing songs that come
From dead men's tongues"
As for the meaning of the song The Mutton Birds' "Anchor Me" I found ;
Lyrics using nautical imagery to express a deep longing for stability, security, and a grounding force, finding solace amidst life's emotional storms, representing both personal connection and Kiwi male introspection. The "deep blue sea" is life's chaos (storms, whirlpools, gulls crying), and the plea "Anchor me" is a request for steadfast support, reflecting themes of vulnerability and identity in New Zealand culture.
We never heard a peep out of him again while I was in queensland. When we returned home, there was one last sharp knock on the bedside table in the middle of the night, and he was gone after that
When I consulted with my partner at the time, he spoke with his friends, that also had been experiencing raging spirit activity in thier homes also (including an ashtray flying off a table at the party house in the block) that had all ceased, not long after my return home from Queensland.
I urged my partner and his friends, to continue to pray for this man, Peter. I later learned that Peter was well known for being in a rock band in the 90s in New Zealand. Anchor me was also a cover song, he had sung. As I read further about Peter, I understood that, he was also born in the small NZ town that google maps had taken me to in Queensland.
I have many more stories like this, that I will continue to share in this space. Much love X
