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Julie D. I have been to a few fortune tellers but yours was the first true reading. I couldn't believe it when really specific things started to happen. I know my life is better now and that I'm on the right path now because of your guidance. Thank you Elizabeth, you have a heart of gold xox

Sheena Couser. Had an amazing reading with Elizabeth-Noelle. She knew things about me that I'd forgotten.

Noreen Buchanan. First good night's sleep I've had in ages. You are one amazing woman.

Paul J. Can honestly say I wouldn't"t be here today if it wasn't for you and everything you said has come true.

Alana Williams. Elizabeth-Noelle, get adding her people, was absolutely brilliant, 100 percent with everything!!!

Chelsea M. Brilliant night, had all our cards done by the lovely Elizabeth. Will definitely be getting you out again.

Claire D. Can't recommend Elizabeth highly enough enough, she has a wonderful gift and don't know wot I would have done without her guidance over the past few months.

David McAuley. Spookily accurate. I'm a student and she was even able to tell me what my dissertation was about. And she predicted something I never believed would happen.

Karen Patterson. Think you for another great night of readings Elizabeth. Things are starting to happen already.

Linda Young. I've had a few readings now with the lovely Elizabeth, I tell my doctor she's better than sleeping pills and she's been 100 percent accurate about everything. In fact I told my doctor that if he gave Elizabeth her own room in the surgery the majority of people would come out better. Just one hour with her can change your life. She has been absolutely spot on about future events. Even my husband, who was a skeptic, has had reading with her and she is the first person he turns to when something is worrying him.

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