Kathy Morley’s The Gift is a heartfelt spiritual memoir that takes the reader on a deeply personal journey through the author’s awakening to her intuitive gifts and her exploration of metaphysical experiences. Framed through decades of encounters with meditation, energy healing, channeling, and otherworldly presences, the book is divided into thematic sections that document her transformation from an everyday woman grappling with hardship to a spiritual seeker finding meaning in the mystical. At its core, it’s a tale of survival, curiosity, and growth, sparked by the painful realities of her daughter’s mental illness and her own desire for healing.

From the moment Kathy steps into the quirky retreat center “Su Casa” I was hooked. The skepticism she brings to her first New Age weekend mirrors the doubt so many of us feel when we’re faced with something outside the norm. Her honest reactions—like wanting to wring her friend’s neck upon seeing the rundown retreat—made her instantly relatable. But it was her descriptions of the otherworldly beings she met during meditation, with “gray-blue hands” and “kaleidoscopic cities,” that made me stop and read twice. I wasn’t expecting such vivid, other-dimensional imagery, and I found myself both skeptical and wide-eyed with wonder. Kathy’s writing is casual and raw, which makes the magical stuff feel surprisingly grounded. It made me wonder what strange truths might lie just beneath the surface of our own “normal” lives.

I’ll admit, some parts of the book made me laugh—not because they were silly, but because of how unexpectedly earnest they were. Like when she experiences the Shekinah Fire in a bookstore and thinks she’s having a hot flash, only to be told she’s feeling the divine presence of God. It was funny and profound all at once. But what really struck me emotionally was her connection to her mother and Grandma Rose. These stories of generational psychic gifts and intuitive healing rooted the narrative in something ancestral and real. Her mother seeing her deceased brother, and her grandmother using herbs and spiderwebs to heal wounds, reminded me of the old stories my own grandmother used to tell. There’s something comforting about the way Kathy weaves spiritual epiphanies with kitchen-table wisdom.

At the end of the book, I was moved by how far Kathy had come—from a woman doubting her own sanity to someone confidently guiding others through their own spiritual questions. There’s a strong undercurrent of resilience throughout the book that feels empowering, especially for readers who’ve dealt with emotional hardship or family illness. I wouldn’t say the writing is polished in a literary sense—it’s more like sitting down with a friend who’s spilling their soul over coffee. But that’s what makes it powerful. It’s unfiltered, unpretentious, and brimming with belief.

I’d recommend The Gift to anyone who’s curious about spiritual awakening, alternative healing, or simply wants to read a story about someone who decided to stop running from the strange and start listening. It’s especially meaningful for people who’ve had intuitive flashes or unusual dreams but never felt comfortable talking about them. Kathy Morley’s book reminds us that maybe, just maybe, the weirdest things are also the most beautiful.

Pages: 170 | ASIN: B07Z8H93L1