
The Infinite Life: Consciousness Raising, Spiritual Transformation
Join me on a transformative journey exploring the mysteries of the soul and infinite existence. This podcast is consciousness raising and each episode is a spiritual transformation if you listen with intent, take notes and apply it to your own life.
This podcast is advanced spiritual content and is organised by season according to themes. I hope that these answer some of the questions that you might have about life on this planet, on others, and in other dimensions.
Katische interviews guests annually however, the rest of the episodes contain the following:
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Hi, I'm Katische Haberfield MBus(Mtkg), Clinical Hypnotherapist CHt. IPHM.
Host of The Infinite Life with Katische Haberfield podcast.
Direct Channeler of Divine Feminine and Divine Masculine Energies.
I am based in Brisbane, Queensland, Australia, however all my sessions are conducted online, to a global client base.
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- Clinical Hypnotherapist. Cht, IPHM.
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The Infinite Life: Consciousness Raising, Spiritual Transformation
The Transcendent Journey of Patrick Kenniff: From Execution to Healing. Ghosts at Boggo Road Gaol Season: S15. Ep4.
Not just another ghost story. A reckoning for a soul condemned by history to be remembered as a bushranger and a cold blooded killer.
Timestamps:
00:00 Introduction to Infinite Life
00:43 Patrick Kenniff's Story Begins
01:31 Patrick's Communication from the Light
02:54 The Hanging and Afterlife Experience
08:40 The Trial and Execution of Patrick Kenniff
21:32 Patrick's Final Words and Legacy
26:26 Conclusion and Next Episode Teaser
If you wish to learn more about Tina Erwin and the Crossing Over Prayer which helped Katische learn about how to become a ghost rescue medium, listen to Season 1 Episode 4: https://podcasts.apple.com/au/podcast/helping-ghosts-cross-over-tina-erwin/id1593065194?i=1000542629660
Archangel Michael's invitation for you to Ghost Rescue School:
Meet me at Hogwarts, no thanks, but you can be my student at the brand new Ghost Rescue School. Don't ask me to sign your autograph though, I already did that if you accepted my rose.
A visualisation where you are introduced to the sentience or consciousness that is the physical body, you chose before birth. We meet and make peace with our body, before introducing it to a special vest which will help the body recycle unwanted energy and objects.
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Hi, I'm Katische Haberfield MBus(Mtkg), Clinical Hypnotherapist CHt. IPHM.
Host of The Infinite Life with Katische Haberfield podcast.Direct Channeler of Divine Feminine and Divine Masculine Energies.
I help you through my skills as a:
- Direct Channeler of Divine Feminine and Divine Masculine Energies.
- Clinical Hypnotherapist. Cht, IPHM.
- Past Life Regression Therapist
- Soul Obstruction Removal Specialist
- Financial Independence and True Wealth Consultant (Spiritual Approach)
- Student of Exploring the Soul and Consciousness
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Welcome to the Infinite Life with Katische Haberfield. I'd like to take you on a transformative journey, exploring the mysteries of the soul. I hope you enjoy the regression case studies, mediumship interviews, and fascinating discussions that I've had with guests on the podcast. I hope that these answer some of the questions that you might have about life on this planet, on others, and in other dimensions. Thank you for joining me, and please don't forget to like and subscribe and. Most importantly, share with your friends. Namaste.
Katische Haberfield:Welcome back to the Infinite Life with Katische Haberfield, and this week we are hearing from Patrick Kenniff, who was incarcerated and as he would say, murdered wrongfully at the BOGO Road Jail. Now I'm going to read you the communication that I had on the.
20th of September, 2024 at 12:01 PM when I opened the door to communicate with Patrick Kenniff in the light. And then I will try to read you this article from the day of his execution or murder as he would say. Hello, Katische, it's Patrick. Thank you for finally admitting me into this space and conversation with you. I know you got a bit muddled because there were so many of us waiting for you to cross us over from the BOGO Road Jail. It's not hard for the energy signatures to bleed together because while we were supposedly all murderers who loved bloodshed or not comment on the others because I only interacted with a few of them before I was hanged. But now you see, you just heard my accent. But I'll use the healed accent instead of my incarnation accent because you see, I was British by birth, but my mother loved an Australia. So US kids spoke with one accent, but our upbringing was another. So you understand Danglish is a mixture of German and English, and the nice angel to your right named Michael told me that you understand the reference in relation to your grandfather who is not German, but Yugoslavian. But he moved with your grandmother to Australia and he mixed all of them together and I don't know. Oh, Deutsch got it. Sorry. I'm not enlightened. You know, it just healed. So I don't have any demons anymore about my broken Aussie accent. The thing is, why did I become a ghost? Or did I? While you ponder that, I'll tell you my experience. It was dark when they hung me. It wasn't very nice. I can tell you that. And I know that you have seen the hanging post at the jail itself as well as visited it, so I know you know the feeling you got. Well, there was a hole underneath it. They hung you right there in front of everyone in the cells. There was no privacy in death. It wasn't like say a firing squad. They did that back home. Oh, hang on. That might be in memory from another lifetime. But anyway, they didn't take you outside on the grass or anything. They hung you up and then you just felt the floor open beneath you. My last moments you just saw, how did she see that so fast anyway? Yep. I looked down at my feet and felt sick in the tummy and hoped I didn't shit myself there and then, but before I could think any further. I gulped back some bile and the next thing I was out of my body. I could float and I felt free, but there was no angel for me. All I could hear was the laughter and the jeering of the cellmates because they had to do that, or they got a flogging and a fast track hanging. There was some kind of dark energy that kept trying to smack into me and knock me off my balance. Make me fall down into a dark abyss. I felt disorientated. I couldn't tell if I was dead or if they fucked up the hanging and I was just in a coma. The next minute I saw my mom's face and she looked all crumpled as if she had been crying. I don't know if they informed the next of kin, but I do know she read about it in the paper. The bastards, no compassion in that lot. But then it was just a lot of feeling like I was asleep and then pinging back to see Mum and there. And then there was you, a nice lady just sitting there on a bench outside the jail, but it didn't look like the jail I knew you were sitting near the grass on a bench and there was a patterned energy, and I think you were wearing something pretty because I felt safe. I could hear you muttering something like a prayer and whoosh. Before I knew it, there was a big gust of wind and that angel right there scooped me up and saved me from the devil. Well, I never expected to be rescued from the devil by an angel, but that one there, he said to me, it would break her heart if she knew you were going to stay here. She's new to this ghost rescue business. Well, this is a bit of a summary. So he said he followed her to see how she would go when she couldn't see the ghost. But she's an expert at energy, he said, and she's been followed by ghosts her whole life, including when she was in her mum's tummy. So he said, I thought I'd let her say the prayer and see if after a few minutes she could recognize his energy. Then he saw her taking photos and talking to a little bug and a big lizard. He said that I couldn't see those tiny details, and then he said there was this big breeze that whooshed through and I was gone. So I figured he figured, she was so busy thinking about whether the prayer did anything that she didn't see him until she realized that it did work and that an angel had just taken a ghost and that ghost was me. I was in the resting place for a bit, but now I'm healed. Those angels do bloody marvelous things to the soul and I'm ready to incarnate again, but not as Patrick as a little girl. I think I didn't have much to do with girls in my lifetime as I was only 17, I think. Such a long time ago, it feels, but I'm ready to try again and learn about love this time. Being classed as a criminal is not much fun, and I think I'll stay clear of crime in my next lifetime. I hope to meet you again, Katische, because your energy is familiar, but I can't decide if that's because you remind me of my mum. I don't think I'm meant to know, to be honest, but the big angel says if somebody reminds you of your mom, they're probably a mom in that lifetime, and maybe if you feel it really strongly, then they've been your mom as well. Well, that blew my mind because as Patrick, I have no understanding of reincarnation or whatever they call it. But I'm glad my karma for killing has now been cleared because they healed my mind while I was in that resting room. I'm going to go now because they're about to call. My name seems my time is up, so bless you, Katische. Thank you. And please don't cry. I'll be fine this time. I promise. Door closed to communication with Patrick. Kenniff. So there you go. That's who I crossed over that day when I said that I didn't know if I crossed anybody over or not. Let me rephrase that. I didn't cross him over. But my actions of saying the prayer that I printed out from Tina Irwin did cross him over with Archangel Michael. And now he's given me permission if I can read it. I'm on Trove and it's the Western Star and Roma Advertiser from Saturday the 19th of April, 1902. I'm gonna try and read you an article from The Daily Mirror, uh, Sydney. From Saturday, the 24th of February, 1951 on page four, which is called Did Gallows Claim, innocent Man for Baffling Queensland Deaths, the Trial and hanging of Pat Kenniff. 50 years ago, Samuel Griffith, distinguished judge of the Supreme Court of Queensland had crowned a notable career by becoming part of the Australian Federal Constitution. He was at the height of his fame, a jurist universally respected a statesman, wildly acclaimed when the reputation that had taken him to a lifetime to build up was very nearly shattered at one blow by his conduct of the trial of James and Patrick. Kenniff, whom he sentenced to death for. Murder seldom has a judge been so bitterly accused of partisanship, as was Mr. Justice Griffith for his attitudes towards the accused In that strangely involved trial, it was said that his de. Appointment was more that of a prosecutor than of a judge, and even a colleague on the bench. Mr. Justice Real went so far as to describe the subsequent execution of Patrick Kenniff as murder. The reason for the attitude, which Griffith adopted is a mystery, but so was and still remains the whole Kenniff Affair. Certain facts are clear. On Easter Friday, March 28th, 1902, Constable George Doyle. Accompanied by black trucker, Sam Johnson left the Upper Wargo Police Station. The Lethbridge Pocket in the Carnarvon Ranges Queensland with a warrant for the arrest of Patrick and James Kenniff on a charge of horse stealing. Constable Doyle and Trucker Johnson were accompanied by. An Albert Christian dhi manager of Carnarvon Station that night. The party stayed at the homestead of George Tom, owner of Mount, sorry, owner of Mount Moffitt station about 20 miles by bridal track from the pocket when they started out early the next morning. George Tom, on his way to one of the outer runs. He had an occasion to visit, went some distance with the police party. He then said goodbye to Doyle and our hike, it was certainly was a goodbye because, uh, at that point, they vanished from the wild country of the carons and apparently into an unexplored regions of death. Next day, Easter Sunday, a stockman named James Burke camped at a spot called the pump Hole, 13 miles from the pocket. Had an unexpected visitor. It was Black Tracker. Sam Johnson, very agitated, almost incoherent. He tried to tell Jim Burke what had happened and managed to make it clear that there had been some serious trouble, serious enough to cause Burke with Sam Johnson to set out for Leh Rigs. Left Bridge's Pocket right away. Briefly the story which. Tracker Sam Johnson tried to tell in which he repeated later in a less agitated manner. Was this, after leaving George Tom, the police party, including Dhy, had ridden to Maya Long and encamped the Saturday night. Getting up at dawn on Easter Sunday and riding to the pocket there, they suddenly met three men, all mounted and with two pack horses at sight of the police party. The men let the pack horses go and raced away. Two of them whom he had said. He identified as Patrick and Thomas Kenniff going in one direction while the third who he declared to be. James Kenniff veered off in another direction. The tracker said he'd let go, the police pack horse, and he galloped some distance in pursuit of Patrick and Thomas Kenniff while Doyle and Dhi went after James Kenniff, which meant that the two men chased one fugitive while one man chased two fugitives and an uneven arrangement. An uneven arrangement at its best tracker. Sam Johnson evidently thought it so, gave up the chase and returned in the direction of the others. He found Constable Dole trying to pull James Kenniff off his horse, joined in the struggle and helped to unseat him, whereupon the constable, holding Kenniff by the arm. Told the trucker to go back to the pack horse and get the handcuffs. The distance was about 300 yards and tracker. Sam Johnson said that whilst he was on the way, he had heard a revolver shot followed after a slight interval by four others in quick succession from where he wa from where he was. He could not see what happened. He got the handcuffs and was riding up with them leading his pack horse when according to his statement, he saw James and Patrick ch. Kenniff coming towards him. He once more let the pack horse go and raced away without seeing anything of Doyle or dhi. When Bir and Tracker Johnson arrived back at Leh Bridge's pocket, later that same day, they found the police pack horse dandy. Pat and Dar hikes bodies. On the saddle of which they saw blood. Seemingly, they made no detailing search of the pocket. In any case, the country was very rough and lonely. The day was well advanced and they felt the need to take the word as quickly as possible to the authorities. Trucker, Sam riding Bika, leading his pack. Horse still nervous and incoherent. Reach the Moffit station that evening and he and George Tom riding through that night and the next day covered 80 miles to Forest Vale Station by the Monday evening. From there, the word was sent to Mitchell Police Station. Meanwhile, on the following day, Tuesday, Jim Burke, a Swagman, Jim Burke, and a Swagman named Richard Tap. Again, visited Leh Bridge's pocket. There they found traces of three small fires, but since there have been only, but since these had been made only of sticks and leaves, they could have little significance. With Constable Miller from Upper Wargo Police Station, Jim Burke made a third visit to the pocket on the Wednesday. Further police visits followed and missing gear of the police party was found in addition to signs of bullet marks on a log and an apple tree. The Black Horse George, which Constable Doyle had been riding was also found with a paddle with the pack bags thrown across the saddle. These contain charcoal and bones, a peculiar circumstance. The police lost no time in arresting the father of the Kenniffs Kennis, whose camp had been about two and a half miles from LH Bridge's Pocket, and two of his sons, Thomas and John. The two Elst sons, Patrick and James could not be located at this stage. The PO position was fairly clear. Constable George Doyle and Station man, uh, station manager Albert Christian Dhar were missing. There was reason to believe they were dead and there was almost equal reason to believe that their bodies had been burned. There was some reason to assume that two or three of the Kenniff Boys knew something about the tragedy, but even this depended solely upon the alleged recognition of them by the tracker who was unquestionably in a state of panic at the time. Beyond this, nothing was known. Warrants were issued for the arrest of Patrick and James Kenniff, but this, but the search for them was long and arduous. They had taken to the bush with the assistance of sympathizers who, amongst other things. Kept them advised as to the movements of the police. They alluded capture for some time during the chase. The police parties continually found the traces of the fugitives, but were always a few hours, or at times, even a few minutes too late. The Kenniffs adopted ingenious methods to confuse their tracks, one being to trail bushes. Tied to their horses to wipe out hoof marks in the sandy soil and hide any traces as to which direction they had been traveling. Eventually, however they caught this was on June 23, nearly three months after the disappearance of Doyle and Dhar, a police officer named Mein with two trackers trace two fugitives to a patch of sandalwood, Brigalow, and Moga. Me and Party went back for reinforcements and Sub Inspector Malone and others
set out at 3:00 AM and a creeping barefoot through rough country. Located the Kenniff Camp on top of a hill where four horses had been tethered in four different directions to cause them inconspicuously to give alarm of any approach. This ruse partly succeeded. The Kenniff saw the police but had insufficient time to mount. They ran in different directions. The chief pursuit followed Patrick, who had become exhausted, tripped, and was caught whilst the police were taking him away. They cited a few figure, gave chase and cornered the second fugitive in a gorge enclosed by prickly pear. He was James Kenniff, and he surrendered only when they brought Patrick along and proved that he was alive and unhurt. The two brothers were charged with a murder, and the case was heard before a Brisbane magistrate who committed them for trial at Brock Hampton. Samuel Griffith was the trial judge, and whether he consciously or unconsciously resented the popular sympathy for the accused, or whether he was conscious or conscious, unconsciously influenced by the fact that among the better class. Was the feeling that all the other way, the fact remains that he did not act with judicial aloofness in the case. It was peculiar that there was no proof that Doyle and DHA were dead. However strong might be the assumption. And even if death was regarded as proof, there was no proof that they had been murdered. And even if a murder was taken as proof, there was no proof as who had committed the deed. This is quite apart from the further possibility that death had occurred accidentally as a result of an attempt by James Kenniff to escape from the grip of Constable Doyle. Even had it been beyond doubt that the two men had been murdered by one or more of the three men whom the black Tracker claimed to have organized, there would still have been the question as to whether it was justifiable to hang a man on the unsupported testimony of a witness. Who hours after the event was still in a state of incoherent panic, both accused pleaded not guilty. Patrick Kenniff declared that he was not present and gave circumstantial account of his movements at that period in a statement so convincing that Judge Griffiths admitted that there, they, it was no doubt true. But the judge argued Patrick Kenniff was merely describing something that had happened at some other time, and equally circumstantial version of the affair was advanced on behalf of James Kenniff. This stated that he had struggled to get free from Constable Doyle, who during the course of the struggle accidentally shot Al through the ice eye and himself through the mouth. Since there was no supporting evidence of this, it is the merest interest. Of suggesting or a half dozen possible ways to which the two men might have died without murder having been involved. It's understandable that some such mischance had occurred. James Kenniff and others concerned might have been po, might have disposed of the bodies being convinced that their statement. In the case would not be believed. They were both found guilty, however of murder and sentenced to death. The sentence of James Kenniff being altered to life imprisonment on a legal technicality, Patrick Kenniff was hanged in spite of popular agitation in. His favor, so stands for the Kenniff Affair, a double mystery, which is likely never to be solved, the mystery of what actually occurred in l Lethbridge Pocky that day, and the mystery of what actually occurred subsequently in the eyes of Judge Griffith. Now, the interesting thing about this was that. Even on upon the day of death, they both, sorry, Patrick still declared his innocence and I will find the other article for you and read it for you. But basically Patrick was allowed to be taken, um, in a 30 car convoy and was buried in a coffin in the South Brisbane Dutton Park Cemetery, whereas the other murderers. Who were convicted and hung were placed in a shallow, open in a shallow grave together. Okay, so the article is from Tuesday, the 13th of January, 1903, the Evening News, Sydney New South Wales, page three. The title is The Execution of Kenniff Death, instantaneous Speech on the Scaffold. Brisbane Monday afternoon. In spite of the demonstrations on Saturday and Sunday, no further respite, respite was granted and Patrick Kenniff was executed within the precinct precincts of the Brisbane jail this morning As already briefly telegraphed from seven o'clock, people began to gather in small numbers outside the jail reserve in expectation of the funeral only. Officials and press representatives and constables, however witnessed the execution. After taking his place on the drop, Kenniff looked around and then shook hands with the Roman Catholic chaplain who had been unremitting in his attention. He partook of the Holy Communion this morning and listened most attentively to the administrations of Father Baldwin. After the Executioner Hudson, who was disguised in beard and goggles, had positioned Kenniff's legs, the chief warden asked the condemned man if he wished to say anything. Kenniff. Kenniff, who was very pal in a firm voice then said, well, as I have told you before, twice. I am an innocent man and I call upon God as my witness on the spot, as I stand here, that I am an innocent man. I am as innocent as the judge that centers me for the crime that I am here for. I wish to thank the wardens for their kindness towards me and my well wishing friends. I say goodbye to you all, and I call upon God to have mercy on my soul. The white cap was then drawn over his face, and a few seconds later, his body was dangling at the end of the rope. Below the scaffold, the body was lowered into a handsome cedar coffin, elaborately silver mounted. The authorities had granted permission to the mother of the prisoner to hold a private funeral, and accordingly, the older man, the old man and his friends had provided this gorgeous coffin. As the hearse passed out of the jail yard, it was joined by two morning coaches in which were Mrs. Kenniff Senior Miss Kenniff and Tom Kenniff and some of their friends. The coaches were followed to the South Brisbane Cemetery by about 30 vehicles and about 400 persons largely comprising women and children. There was nothing of an unusual character other than the reading of the Catholic Burial Service. Usually no service is held. The old man, Kenniff, fainted at the graveside. Ms. Kenniff was taken ill in the morning, coach on the way back to town, but she soon recovered. A very large wreath was laid on the coffin by the Kenniff family. 26 other wreaths were placed on the grave on behalf of several friends in the country. Mr. Laina, MLA, who has taken a leading part in the demonstrations for respite was a prominent spectator, but he was silent. He also witnessed the execution as a press representative, and that is the end of the story of Patrick Kenniff, accused of Murder proclaimed Innocent and still. I guess he was still trying to clear his name. That is all I can come from as to why he became a ghost. He was still trying to have his story told so that he could rest in peace. And I have one more episode for you, about Ellen Thompson. So thank you for listening. On behalf of Patrick and myself, Namaste.