My Life As a Medium (15 page)

Emma was a thirty-year-old and had been in a car accident. This was her experience.

‘I was standing by the side of the road, and although I could see people looking at a body, I didn’t realize that it was mine. I tried to talk to them but it seemed that nobody wanted to listen to me. Then I saw this black hole coming toward me, and I was swallowed up and hurled toward a bright light. When I reached the end of this black hole, my maternal grandmother was there to meet me. We hugged and kissed, and she told me that I had to go back as my mother was so upset.’ As she recounted her story, I recognized that same glow on Emma’s face, that I had seen on others when they told me about their experiences.

‘In my grandmother’s hug,’ Emma went on, ‘I could feel the Love of the Universe. It filled my whole being. I’ve never felt love like that since.’

‘Not even from your mother?’ I asked.

‘No! My mother would have no knowledge of such a love.’ She frowned. ‘You see, here on earth, we don’t know about that kind of love. It is all-forgiving.

‘After your experience, do you think that you can give this kind of love?’

‘No! I believe you would have to be free of your body first,’ she replied.

‘Why?’

She was silent for a few moments, and then she said, faintly, ‘Because I know.’

When she left, I felt that Emma had not
wanted me to question her any further; the experience had been so sacred to her that she did not want to spoil the magic of it.

I could understand that feeling. Sometimes, when I have tried to share my own spiritual experiences with others and a debate ensues, one feels as though it has been tainted in some way.

An elderly gentleman named Syd visited me one day, and asked if I could cure his arthritis. I said I would try. Whilst I was healing him he told me about his Near Death Experience.

‘I went into hospital for a hernia operation,’ he said. ‘I seemed to be getting on well for the first two days and then, at about nine in the evening, I felt myself being propelled out through my head. I can tell you it felt very strange indeed.’ He paused. ‘I couldn’t feel my body, but a part of me was spinning into a dark tunnel, and I remember thinking that this was death. Then I saw a light ahead, and when I reached it all my family were there waiting for me. A couple of them had been dead for about fifty years.’ He propped himself up on the couch, and said, ‘Does this sound strange to you? After all, I’m not a medium.’

‘No, it doesn’t sound strange at all,’ I replied.

Settling himself down again he continued with his story. ‘My mother, father and two brothers came forward and held out their arms to me.
They hugged and kissed me, even my father, and I can’t remember seeing him kiss anyone when he was alive. I’ve never felt so much love in all my life.’

‘What happened then?’ I asked.

‘Well,’ he said, ‘when they had finished greeting me, I heard a rushing sound, and then they said they had to go. I told them that I was going with them, but my mother said I had to go back.’ At this point he began to cry. ‘I saw this great river rushing past. They slipped into it and then they were gone. I heard a voice saying that they had entered the slipstream.’

‘Do you think it was a river of water, or some other substance?’ I asked.

Wiping his eyes, he said, ‘That was the strange thing. It looked like a normal river at first, and then it changed into something else, and I found myself standing alone in the middle of a huge field. I heard a voice say, ‘You see, life is eternal.’ The next thing I remember is waking up in bed surrounded by doctors and nurses.’

I asked whether he had told them about his experience.

‘I tried to,’ he said, ‘but they didn’t take any notice. They probably thought I’d gone off my head.’

‘Has it made any difference to your life?’

‘Well, I’m not afraid of death any more and, apart from my arthritis, I feel better than I’ve ever felt in my life.’ He chuckled. ‘And I look
ten years younger – which is quite a bonus.’

‘How old are you?’ I asked, expecting him to tell me that he was about seventy years old.

‘I’ll be ninety-four next week,’ he said.

When people have a Near Death Experience it seems to have a lifetime effect on them, and is something they never forget. The materialistic side of their personality is replaced with a feeling for nature, and concern for all living things. Most of them become vegetarian because they are unable to come to terms with the killing of any creature. They know how to attain the peace that we are all seeking and, no longer fearing death, embrace life as never before. I think we can all learn from this.

So much work, so little time. That was my waking thought every day. I was trying to fit in hours of healing, clairvoyance, survival evidence, vitamin and mineral therapy, hypnotherapy and counselling, covering every human and spiritual emotion. There was a never-ending stream of people turning up on the doorstep asking if I could fit them in between appointments.

I longed for the times when I could meditate. Very often this would be well into the early hours of the morning, but I never missed; it was the only way I could revitalize myself and listen to the audible silence from which I was able to extract the spiritual knowledge that had become so important to me. I had seen so much mental and physical suffering over the past years, and I longed to be able to perform a miracle for everyone who asked for help. I often thought of the vision I had seen in the early days of my mediumship, where the multitudes were holding up their arms to a distant figure. There were many days when I felt that the figure must have been me. And,
although I knew that the final decision was not mine, I was still left with a feeling of inadequacy if I felt that the physical healing had failed, as it must do from time to time. It was a great comfort to know, though, that the spiritual healing never failed. From the first healing a seed is sown which continues to grow in strength.

My day started at 8 a.m., with meditation and absent healing. There were so many people in this country and around the world who could not possibly visit me, for a number of reasons, and this was the only way I could heal them. I felt duty-bound to give this time to everyone who asked for help. At 9.30 a.m. I saw my first patient of the day and generally worked through to ten or eleven p.m. with perhaps an hour’s break at lunch time. The days were long and hard, but whilst I was working time became immaterial, as I constantly switched from one world to another.

But help was at hand. One day, during a break between appointments, I was shown how to set up an energy network around the world. At first the clairvoyant picture I was given looked extremely complicated, but when it was explained it became clear that, in fact, it was simplicity itself. The thought was the deed. All I had to do was mentally slip the name of the person to be healed into the network by projecting the name onto the diagram, and healing would take place. I was told that it would not be necessary for me to think of all the names every day. Once they had been placed in the network, all I had to do was picture the diagram and mentally place my hands
upon it and ask for healing, and this would keep the network alive. Obviously I had to enter any new names, but this method saved me so much time. It worked like magic. Over the years I have used my own imagination and updated the network, but the original thought is still there and has been used to heal thousands of people. Someone had obviously become aware of my predicament as far as time was concerned, and I will be forever grateful for the help I received in this way.

My spirit friends were never far away, and when I least expected it, the column of energy would appear in my hall. This gave me an idea. Why not place the image of a patient in the column? Especially when it was blue, because blue is the colour of healing energy. At that time I had a very sick little girl who was visiting me twice a week, and I wanted to try and speed up the healing. First of all, I decided to ask my spirit teachers if this was permissible and when I did not receive an answer, reluctantly dropped the idea. Then the little girl’s mother confided that she had been seeing the word ‘yes’ in her mind for about a week, and did I think it had anything to do with the healing? I was delighted, and told her the story. I also felt relieved that the final decision had been left to the mother. She told me to go ahead with my plan, and within three weeks the little girl was on her way to making a complete recovery. I used this method for those patients who were very sick, and was delighted with the results. These experiments taught me much about the power of the mind.

The results of world-wide healing have been unbelievable. My team, as I call my spirit doctors, have achieved results beyond my wildest dreams.

I understand how difficult it must be for those people who are asked to have faith in absent healing. After all, they have nothing to go on but results. Fortunately, the majority do have faith and stay with this healing process. For those who live in isolated conditions, they have no choice. But their faith has been rewarded.

One such person was Rod, who lived in the outback in Australia. He had a cattle ranch and was on the back of his horse fifteen hours a day. He even ate his snacks on horseback. He wrote to me asking for help; his spine had been damaged through too many falls, and the specialists had told him that he must never ride again. He was in despair, because the ranch was his only source of income, and it would take two men to do the work that he got through every day. He simply could not afford to pay two more hands.

He had been told about me by a friend who had visited me in England. As he said in his letter, ‘I haven’t the faintest idea what this is all about, but please help me.’

I felt so sorry for him that I slipped him into the energy column and the network. Six weeks later I received this letter.

‘What can I say! From the beginning I felt a tingling all over my body, then came the heat –
which was nothing to do with the weather, I can assure you. I was still in pain a week later, when I felt a punch in my back. I looked around but there was no one there. I thought I had imagined it, and it was then that I realized I was no longer in pain. Three weeks later, I am still free from pain. I don’t understand these things but I will be forever grateful. If you need a holiday, come and stay with us.’

A year later Rod was still out of pain.

A mother wrote to me from South Africa, telling me that her sixteen-year-old daughter was in a coma with an inoperable brain tumour, and begging me to help. Again, I slotted the girl’s name into the energy column and the network. Whilst I was giving her healing, a voice told me to contact the mother and tell her that she must get in touch with a certain doctor who would be able to help. I called and gave the doctor’s name. She had never heard of him, but said she would make enquiries. She called me hours later to say that she had made contact with him and, after telling him about the message she had received from me, he assured her that he would take the case on himself. He operated, and the young girl made a full recovery.

I have chosen these examples because they show what the world-wide network can achieve. But I admit that I would have been really shaken had I known, many years later, that I would be receiving thousands of letters a week, asking for help.

There were many unexpected requests. I had never
been terribly good at geography, and was slightly put out when I began to receive maps from around the world, asking for help in tracing long-lost relatives, animals, treasure trove, cars, to name but a few. I really had no time to look at maps, so I had to return the majority of them to their owners. But occasionally I would be looking at a particular map and receive a spirit message, and in those circumstances I felt duty-bound to do something about it.

One request was from a woman who lived in a very isolated part of South Africa. She asked me to help her with the wild dogs that surrounded her house every night, looking for food. I had already helped another gentleman with the same problem, by pinpointing a place on the map and mentally asking the dogs to move of their own accord. They had gone, and when the man passed their new home much later he found that it was an area where there was an abundance of food and water. So I used the same method, hoping for the same results, but for three months nothing happened. By this time the woman was desperate. I tried every spiritual means available to me to bring about a successful result. Then I received this letter:

‘The barking and howling from the dogs was so bad one night that it was impossible to sleep. I got out of bed, and walked over to the window. A large dog stood on the top of a hill nearby, and it was howling. I couldn’t understand why it was alone, and stood watching it for some time. Then the other dogs began to move away from the house, and one by one
formed a line and began walking up the hill. When they had all joined the lone dog on the hill, they disappeared, and I haven’t seen them since. Do you think it was a spirit leading them to a better place?’

I don’t know whether the lone dog was a spirit or not, but she was never bothered with the wild dogs again. I like to think that one of their own kind had been chosen to lead them to a land of plenty, where they would never be hungry again. Perhaps it did.

Then there was the case of the missing relative – the daughter of a Spanish businessman who was dying, and who wished to be reunited with her before the end. This family could give me no clues at all as to the probable whereabouts of his daughter. Having lived in Spain for some years I was more familiar with the Spanish maps than I had been with others I had received. However, when the time came to study them, I drew a blank. Then one night I dreamt that I was on a rock and was surrounded by apes. When I awoke I looked at the map again and my eyes travelled down towards Gibraltar, of course, the rock with the apes. I called the girl’s mother and she told me that she would send one of her brothers to find her. A week later the daughter was reunited with her father, and he died a happy man.

Map dowsing has been particularly helpful when friends have been undecided about the location of a new house. I have been able to scan the map and
pin-point the most suitable area for their needs. At the same time, I found that I could also detect any structural defects within the properties. This was so successful that I began to look for defects in the grounds and surrounding properties. I was given information about damp courses and sinking below the surface, damage to the roofs, and a host of otherwise hidden defects. There were many times when I detected a certain sickness about the house. Then I would suggest that the would-be owner look into the history of the place. Sometimes the sickness was apparent, such as when I saw an underground stream directly beneath the house; this is a known cause for many health problems.

It is possible to heal properties, and I did this on a number of occasions. In nearly every case I was given a mental picture of the surrounding land and garden, which showed up possible future complications and disputes. For instance, on several occasions I was given a view of rubbish dumps outside the perimeter of the gardens. When investigated, my findings were found to be correct.

Another instance which saved an enormous amount of problems was when I received a mental picture of two dogs bounding through a broken fence that divided the gardens. I saw the dogs romping around and generally going berserk. When I reported this scene to the friend who had asked me to scan the property, she immediately visited the house and saw the scene for herself. She told me later that the fence had been the last job on their list, but after seeing the
neighbours’ dogs wrecking the garden, it went to the top of the list and she had it fixed before they moved in. There is no doubt that this action prevented a possible dispute, which is the last thing anyone needs when moving to a new neighbourhood.

In another garden I saw that the double-barred front gate was hanging off its hinges. When I reported back, I was told that the gate was going to be scrapped and not replaced as it would be so much easier to drive directly into the garage. I urged the new owners to change their minds and replace the gate. When they asked why I told them that I had been given a scene of the lane leading up to the house, which was at the end of a cul-de-sac, and could see innumerable cars backing into their drive to turn around – which was probably the reason for the double gate having been put there in the first place. Unfortunately, when they bought the house, they stayed with their decision and did not replace the gate. Their lives were made a misery as car after car reversed into their drive. This caused endless quarrels with their new neighbours and visitors, and in the end they replaced the gate. It caused them a lot of inconvenience but their peace of mind was restored.

The worst thing about moving house is that there are usually so many hidden defects in the new property and surrounding area that don’t show up until one has actually moved in. Even though it is possible to ask around, there is no way that other people are going to run down the area because they usually have a vested interest in it. There are also so many coverups
by the people selling the property, which is understandable but not very spiritual.

The only time my map-reading scanning went slightly awry was when I tried to find the likely location for Michael Bentine’s new home. At the time I was living in Sutton, and Michael was living in Epsom, both places in Surrey. Looking at the map, I pointed to a place in Sussex, and said, ‘That’s where you’re going to live.’ He looked somewhat mystified by this suggestion, but was too polite to say anything. I wasn’t very happy either, as I spent quite a lot of weekends with Michael and his wife. About a year later, I moved to Sussex, only ten minutes’ drive from the location I had given Michael. When I had looked at the map I had had no intention of moving; as far as I was concerned I was going to spend the rest of my life in Surrey. Obviously, someone else had other ideas, which confirmed my belief that there was more to scanning than merely projecting mind energy.

I do not believe that it is possible to be successful in this field without spiritual help. When we concentrate on something outside ourselves, the pressure is taken away from the body and the mind expands and links up with higher minds. It is from this source that we are given the ability to help others. I am convinced that we are only as good as our spiritual teachers and helpers.

If you are thinking of moving perhaps you would like to try this exercise: write the address of the possible new home on a piece of paper, close your eyes and place your hands on the paper. Do not try to
bring images to mind, just allow your thoughts to centre on the address. Within minutes, you should get feedback and gut feelings about the place and, if you are lucky, images will appear in your mind. But do not worry if they don’t, because the gut feeling should be enough to help you make up your mind.