Tracey, Don’t Get Your New Coat Dirty: Memoirs of an Intuitive

By Tracey O'Mara

Tracey Don’t Get Your New Coat Dirty is a collection of memories of intuitive spiritual healer, Tracey O’Mara. Tracey shares her memories alongside the insight she was given directly by the Angels and her spirit guides to navigate these experiences. In this book, Tracey shares the tools that she has developed to help others approach the events in their lives with hope, strength, and positivity in the same way she has been helped by her angelic friends.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Balboa Press
• Release date: Dec 23, 2021
• ISBN: 9781982277086

Tracey O'Mara

Tracey O’Mara is a spiritual counselor, energy healer, and a Holistic Health Practitioner. Tracey was inspired by messages she received from the Angels to write a children’s series to convey their messages of love and compassion. She lives with her husband, two sons, daughter-in-law, and beautiful grandson in Southern California.

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Grandma’s Safe Haven

Grandma Lily’s little cottage resided in a group of villages, called Saddleworth, in Northern England, which is tucked neatly in a valley between green hills and trees, alongside moors, fields, and meadows. The cottage was quaint, with just one front door entrance, a small living area, a tiny kitchen and two bedrooms. Some of my fondest memories are of sitting around the coal fire, rolling sheets of newspaper into sticks, and tying them into knots in preparation to light the fire. The aroma created by the fire lighters is one I still enjoy. This aromatic memory was not about the smell, but the sense of love, security, and peace I felt while with my grandma. Grandma Lily was my Mum’s mum. She was always calm and never raised her voice. She used to listen to the tracks from The Sound of Music on her old record player, while making paper flowers and little silk bags filled with lavender buds that were tied with different colored ribbons. The song, My Favorite Things, must have inspired her to tap into the pot of creative energy. The movie, The Sound of Music, which was based on a true story, was released in March, 1965. The film was a huge success, becoming the highest grossing film of all time. Our whole family loved it. Perhaps it was such a huge hit because so many had gone through terrible times just twenty years earlier, during World War II. This story, with its message of triumph over adversity, gave a sense of relief and served as a reminder of how important our freedom and peace are.

My Grandma had been widowed at the age of forty-nine. Grandad had fought in World War II and after the war ended in 1945, he was released from the military. Within a year, his health declined. After falling numerous times for no apparent reason, he was diagnosed with a debilitating neurological disease, disseminated sclerosis. This slowly robbed him of his mobility and speech. Mum recalled her father being bedridden on a small cot in the living room of their tiny home for almost ten years before he passed away at fifty years of age. Grandma, with two children to raise, had selflessly and solely nursed him for all of that time. Life’s knocks had certainly toughened her up. She lost her twin sister, Lucy, at the age of thirteen, and a baby brother, yet kept her heart open to loving others, despite knowing the feeling of loss. To overcome her grief, she channeled her energy instead into serving those she loved. I am glad to have even a modicum of her courageous and strong cellular memory running through my veins.

My grandad’s illness had a significant impact on Mum, who was only nine years old when he fell ill. She recalls hearing him wail in distress almost every day. Money was tight, and although Mum had holes in her shoes and patched up clothes, she ignored the endless tormenting from her peers and studied hard to pass the Eleven Plus exam, which would allow her to attend grammar school. She was proud of this achievement. Her dream was to become an English teacher. This was until her mother dropped the bombshell that due to the change in circumstances, her father’s illness, she would not be able to attend grammar school. They did not have enough money for the bus fare. Mum’s friend had also passed the exam and she had hoped her friend’s mother would allow her to catch a ride with them to and from the grammar school. This would have solved the dilemma, but her heart sank on the realization that her friend was not going to offer her a ride, and she gloomily accepted her fate.

Grandma never remarried or even dated anyone to my knowledge. Her love for my grandad must have been so strong. An experience that I had with my grandma in my teen years helped me to fully understand their bond. I had been having some teenage ups and downs and popped around to Grandma’s house for some peace of mind and encouragement. Grandma was on her way out, explaining to me that she was going to her niece’s house to see a woman. Luckily, she invited me along. Off we went to the bus stop. The bright orange double decker bus came to a screeching halt alongside us. After promptly boarding, we took our seats at the front for the thirty-minute ride. This was quite an outing for my grandma; she did not like to go out on her own after dark.

The whole adventure intrigued me. Who was this lady? Why was Grandma so excited to see her? Eventually, the bus pulled into our stop and from there it was a ten-minute walk to our relative’s home. The dark cool night air breeze left a chill on my ears and the tip of my nose. I could feel the anticipation growing with every step. I knew in my heart something special was about to happen, but had no clue as to what. We had arrived. Grandma rang the bell and the door swung open. We eagerly stepped into the living room. Sat on the couch was a little old lady with silver hair and deeply penetrating steel-gray eyes. She looked over to me and smiled. I felt an instant warmth in my heart.

After a polite exchange, Jean ushered me into the kitchen as she whispered in my ear, Grandma and the lady need time on their own to chat. She said, she has a special gift. She talks to deceased loved ones and the Angels.

Wow, I thought to myself, this is incredible. A small amount of time passed when suddenly I began to feel sick. My menstrual cycle was about to start and every now and again I would get the most excruciating cramps that would make me vomit. Jean did not know what to do. I tried to reassure her that I did not have food poisoning and there was nothing that would alleviate the pain. We had previously tried all of the over-the-counter medication to no avail. I had to wait it out. After hearing the commotion, Grandma called us to the living room. The elderly lady beckoned me to sit next to her on the couch. All were very concerned at my discomfort and pasty pallor. The elderly lady gently touched my arm as she asked me how long I had been suffering from these attacks. The words, ever since my menstrual cycle started, had barely escaped my mouth, when I felt this overwhelming warmth enveloping every cell of my being and the pain instantly subsided. I exclaimed, the pain has just vanished!

The elderly lady looked into my eyes and said, it will do, love, I am also an energy healer. She reassured me that my problem would soon disappear completely and a few months later it did. I was astounded. I thought to myself: what a beautiful gift. I would love to be able to help people in that way. I never in my wildest dreams thought that my life would take me on a similar path.

On the way home, Grandma opened up about her experiences with the afterlife. She shared with me that she had always felt Grandad’s presence, he had guided her often, and she would even feel his gentle loving touch on her shoulder. It was incredible to witness a love that had outlasted death. Grandma shared that she had been a spiritualist for many years, regularly attending her small local church in Uppermill, Saddleworth, where mediums, clairvoyants, energy healers, and believers in the afterlife congregated and shared their gifts. This was the first time she had ever shared her spiritual inclinations with