My Life As a Medium (18 page)

It is inevitable that, at some time, we must all vacate the chrysalis that is our physical body, and allow the essence of our minds the freedom it so desires. I believe it is in this area that mediums are irreplaceable. They bridge the gap between one dimension and another with survival evidence, giving comfort not only to the bereaved but also to the departed, enabling those on both sides to live their lives to the full.

It also takes away the fear of death for those in the last years of their lives. I had not realized until I became a medium, just how frightened old people are at the thought of dying. Because they are old, society does not expect them to show fear, and so they suppress it – and this makes them ill. When they are encouraged to speak about their fears, the floodgates open. I have seen quite tough individuals break down and weep, when they talk about the inevitability of death.

For these people, survival evidence provides the solace and courage they need when it is time for
them to make the transition from one dimension to another, as the following story shows.

Maisie was a fairly active lady in her mideighties. Her daughter Deborah asked me if I could help her mother. Although Maisie was physically active, she had become increasingly depressed and withdrawn over the past year, and no matter how hard her family tried to help, she refused to divulge the reason for her unhappiness. I suggested that Deborah ask her mother to accompany her the next time she herself came to me for healing. This way Maisie would not be suspicious.

Deborah duly arrived for her appointment, and introduced me to her mother. Maisie looked very fit, and was still a very attractive woman, but her eyes were dull and she looked sad. We chatted for a while, and then I asked her to sit in one of the armchairs whilst I healed her daughter.

About ten minutes into the healing, I glanced across at Maisie, and as I did so, I heard a voice say, ‘For God’s sake tell her to cheer up.’ I hesitated to repeat this, so I waited for more evidence. It came. ‘This is her husband, Eric,’ the entity said. ‘I’m very annoyed, because I can’t get near her to comfort her. She has shut me out.’ I passed on the messages to Maisie whilst I carried on with the healing.

At first she just sat and stared at me, and then
she said, ‘How do you know about Eric? Did Deborah tell you?’ So I explained that I was a medium. ‘I don’t hold with such people,’ she said. ‘It’s too spooky.’ She stood up. ‘I’m going. There’s no way I’m going to stay here.’

Deborah tried to persuade her mother to stay. ‘Come on, Mum,’ she said. ‘At least stay until I’ve had my healing.’

I decided to intervene. ‘Deborah, I think you should take your mother home.’ Turning to Maisie, I said, ‘I’m sorry you’ve been shocked, but I thought you knew I was a medium as well as a healer. Go home and think about what has happened. If you want to return another time, I will be pleased to see you.’

When they had left, I walked back into the healing room and saw a spiral of energy in the centre of the room. A voice said, ‘She will be back.’ I do not know who was speaking to me – it certainly was not Eric – but the message made me feel better.

A month later, Deborah asked for an appointment for herself and her mother. I must admit I was rather surprised, and wondered what would happen this time around.

When I opened the door to them, I could not believe I was looking at the same woman. Maisie looked ten years younger and, as she smiled, her eyes lit up.

‘I’m sorry I was so rude to you last time I was here,’ she said.

Smiling, I told her not to apologize. I had understood her feelings. ‘It must have been quite a shock for you,’ I said as I showed her into the healing room.

‘Well, it was rather.’ She paused, and then she said, ‘I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart. You have saved me from a fate worse than death.’

‘What do you mean?’ I asked.

‘Misery,’ she replied. ‘You see, I thought life ended here, but since you gave me Eric’s message, I’ve come to realize that we do survive death.’

‘What makes you so sure?’ I asked. ‘After all, you weren’t given much evidence.’

‘Oh yes I was,’ she replied vehemently. ‘You may not have realized it at the time, but I could see my husband’s face building up over yours as you spoke, and you also took on his mannerisms. It was Eric all right. That is why I was so frightened. And the more I thought about it, the more incredible it seemed.’ She smiled, ‘Perhaps I could come along now and then for a sitting.’ I told her that she would be more than welcome.

Deborah told me later that the message from her father had turned all their lives around, and the atmosphere at home was now so much happier.

Maisie came to see me regularly for the next four years, and in that time received some incredible survival evidence, not only from Eric, but from friends and relatives as well.

She was ninety-two years old when she died. Her daughter told me that she never stopped speaking about her first visit to me, and how the experience had enabled her to enjoy the rest of her life.

Another person who visited me for healing was Tom. He was in his seventy-fifth year and suffered from chronic arthritis. He would often remark that he’d rather be dead than suffer any more pain. I gave him healing for six weeks, and during that period the pain receded and he was able to lead a more active life. It was then that he spoke about his fear of death.

‘Where do we go?’ he asked.

I explained that when the physical body dies, the mind leaves, and spins into another dimension.

‘If that is true,’ he said, ‘then there must be billions of people flying around out there. I’m afraid I can’t accept that.’

When I explained that mind energy can reduce to the size of a pin-head, or expand
ad infinitum,
and that there are many Universes, a look of amazement passed over his face as he tried to take it in. ‘Crikey,’ he said, ‘I’ve never thought of it like that.’

I also told him that there were worlds within worlds, and that people were being reincarnated every second.

He scratched his head. ‘Now you’ve lost me.’

‘Well, you see, it’s all about progression,
and what we wish to achieve in other lives.’

‘Sounds like a bloody lot of hard work to me,’ he said. ‘I thought I’d done my bit here.’

When I had stopped laughing, I said, ‘I must admit, it is difficult to take in all at once.’ As soon as I’d finished my sentence, I heard a voice say, ‘I want to speak to my brother Tom. My name is Edie.’ Fortunately, Tom knew that I was a medium, so I was able to pass the message on to him.

He sat bolt upright, ‘Do you know, I’ve been waiting for weeks for you to give me a message. Well I never, my sister Edie. I can’t believe it.’ He told me that Edie was only twenty when she died.

‘She’s telling me that Marge and Joe would like to speak to you too, so we’d better get on with it.’

What followed was quite incredible. At least twenty people were mentioned, and about ten of them gave me personal messages – which were extremely evidential – to pass on to Tom. I was thrilled for him.

When it was time for him to leave, he said, ‘That was the only way you could have convinced me that there is life after death.’ He was a very happy man, and the reunion with his family and friends gave him a new lease of life.

I firmly believe that mediumship and the afterlife should be spoken about more openly on the radio
and television. There are thousands of elderly people who so fear dying that it takes away the joy of living. They are also afraid to mention the possibility of life after death for fear of being subjected to ridicule.

The mediums in this country are much sought after world-wide, and yet the media still ignore this very considerable talent. Whilst this state of affairs continues, the older members of our communities are living in fear of the unknown, and are not receiving any kind of help.

The waste of their talent also angers me. I have been fascinated by so many life histories and by the variety of jobs that these elderly people have had during their lives, by the stories of their apprenticeships and the pride in their craft. Because of modern technology, many of them lost their jobs long before retirement age. The irony of this is that when that technology fails, for whatever reason, it is these same men and women who are called upon to save the situation. Surely it would be more sensible to give these craftsmen a part-time job teaching youngsters the basics, for no matter how advanced technology may become, we do still have things like power cuts, and machines do regularly break down.

One example of this is the computer industry. Seeking help from a variety of establishments, I am constantly being told that the computers have gone down and the staff are unable to help until they are restored.

Time and time again I have watched the humiliation of a young salesperson when they have found
that the battery of their calculator is dead and they are unable to do simple mental arithmetic.

I am sure my readers have a thousand and one examples of the mindless way that some of our industries are run, and how they could all be improved by having wiser and older men and women passing on their wisdom and craft to the younger generation. The waste of their knowledge is criminal, and the nation is the worse off because of it.

This does not and could not happen in mediumship, for we are entirely dependent on our spiritual teachers for the knowledge and fine-tuning of our talents.

I get very angry indeed when I am made aware of the terrible injustices in the world today, and the way people treat each other. Any kind of softness is so often taken for weakness, and those who were born to love and give are usually used and abused. I have seen so many people born with a loving nature, subjected to abuse because of that nature. They gradually become brutalized, and try to change their personality, to toughen themselves – and this is the key to why so many are suffering mental distress. Children – especially boys – who have a gentle nature, are ostracized and tormented by bullies who in turn have been brutalized by being subjected to violence in addition to the cruelty often depicted on many television channels. I have spoken to hundreds of these children, and in many cases have only been able to bring about a successful healing by asking their parents to screen their children’s programmes.

It can be extremely difficult for the parents because
over the years, the gentle family comedies – which we can all appreciate – have been replaced by a modern concept of comedy. It may be fashionable, but it is very often distasteful and cruel.

Young people look for role models, and if they happen to choose the wrong one, they may turn into offenders against society. This is sad. I have dealt with many of these youngsters and have found that there is still a child waiting to get out and enjoy the life that they are entitled to have.

I believe that the way to keep children healthy and happy is to keep them active. Children sit down for hours in school, and when they get home they either do their homework or watch television. If only they could be taken to a leisure centre or pool for just half-an-hour when they leave school, we would have a healthier community.

The majority of parents obviously want the best for their offspring, but there are many who simply do not think about their physical and mental health. The child is part of a family, and must live as the rest of the family lives. But every human being is unique, and needs nurturing – not necessarily in the same way as everyone else. If only a fraction of time could be given to each individual, for their particular needs, then young people would be made to feel ‘special’. When they have that feeling, they are able to accomplish so much more in life.

I am a parent myself, and I think it is the most difficult job on earth. Our offspring are with us night and day for what seems to be an eternity, and even
though there are times when we’d like to send them to the far corners of the earth, we can’t stop loving them, and always want the very best for them. When they eventually leave home we miss them, and worry about how they are going to manage by themselves.

Not so long ago, all parents had to worry about was whether their children were going to get pregnant or smoke. Now, they have to worry about gluesniffing, fast cars, Aids, and a variety of mind-blowing drugs as well. The thought that their child might be harmed is forever in the mind of a parent when their teenage children are out late. This is not because they are being over-dramatic; it is happening with everincreasing frequency. The list of dangers is endless.

When these dangers can seem too great to be coped with by an individual family, they may be able to do some small things to help, such as taking their children to Judo or karate classes. This would teach them self-defence, and possibly help teach them some spiritual values too. And it would help cut down their television viewing time!

I have included these remarks in this chapter because I have seen what can happen, and have been broken-hearted by the waste of such young and beautiful lives.

In many countries throughout the world there are still storytellers who move from village to village, entrancing the children with their stories. These people are natural philosophers, and teach the children how to be successful within their own society.

We all need to listen more, especially to those
people who have something worthwhile to say. It is only when we have lived to more than half of our life-span that we acknowledge that we do not, and never will, know it all.

I remember giving survival evidence to a man in his fifties, whose mother came through and chided him as though he was still a child. We both saw the funny side of it, but were impressed by what she had to say.

‘You were always headstrong,’ she told him, ‘and you haven’t changed at all. I’ve been watching you.’

At this point her son interrupted, saying jokingly, ‘I hope not.’

Mum continued. ‘You never look before you leap, and you’re doing it again. I’ve come to tell you to stop before it’s too late.’ There was a pause. ‘You know what I’m talking about, and I don’t hold with it.’