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This page will be updated as an ongoing project. I plan to include many more short autobiographical stories about my spiritual journey and healing experiences which I hope you will find inspirational.
I am putting them in approximate chronological order, as far as possible, and changing names of other people involved.
There are few subjects or activities that could interest me as a child,
and still hold my attention now. For me, they are singing (I'm not
very good, but enjoy it!), dancing (a hobby only, never wanted to do it for
a living), nature - particularly animals/wildlife, and
ghosts/spirits/psychic abilities. For me, the latter is the one that
stirs me the most, and always has.
I started my spiritual journey many years ago. As a child, I always felt I was being guided and loved by a spiritual force (which I can now think of as God, spirit, the universe, the cosmic consciousness, the Divine Light, oneness...). When playing on my own, particularly outdoors, I never felt alone. Even though I couldn't see them, I suspect there were nature spirits around me, keeping me company.
When I was 12, we'd recently moved from Sheffield to Poole, and had reached the end of a 6 month lease on a rented property. My parents had found the house they wanted to buy, but it was part of a chain, and there were delays. It reached a point where, if
we didn't get confirmation that day that we'd be moving into this house, then we'd have to put our stuff into storage and stay in a
B&B. I prayed, asking for us to get a phone call at 3 o'clock confirming that the house was ours, then thought that might not be enough
time, and didn't want to cause problems, so said make it 6 o'clock. Even then, as a 12 year old, I was very conscientious, and didn't want
to put anyone to any trouble. At 6.00 on the dot, we got the phone call to say we could move in the next day. I told my mum about
my prayer, and she jokingly said "next time leave it as 3.00!"
I don't know if it happened at 6.00 because that's what I'd asked for, or if that's the time I chose because on some unconscious level I was tuned in to what was happening and correctly predicted that that's when we would get the call. Either way, it strengthened my belief in spirit, psychic abilities, God and other supernatural forces.
My first obvious 'psychic' spiritual experience was when I was 16. My best friend,
Katie, had stayed the night with me, then gone
to meet her boyfriend in the local park - he was on leave from the army. At lunchtime, I was looking in the fridge for inspiration, then
suddenly felt a cold hard sensation in my heart, and knew that my friend was upset, that something was wrong. I tried to dismiss it
as silly – I'd spent time with her and her boyfriend many times and knew they were always really happy together. It was a glorious
sunny day, and I could easily imagine them lying on the grass, cuddling and laughing, as they had on previous occasions. I
probably felt the cold sensation because I was standing with the fridge door open, and had an overactive imagination. Still, all logic
aside, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong.
I mentioned it to her when we next spoke and she asked what time it had happened. She replied that that would have been around the time she threw herself on her bed and burst into tears because he hadn't turned up.
Whether it was coincidence, telepathy or something more, I don't know.
When I was 18, I was working as a typing clerk and had become friends with one of my colleagues, Shelley. One day she arranged for us and another colleague to go and have a psychometry reading during our lunch-break. I'd never had any kind of reading before, and had never heard of psychometry. She told me I needed to take a piece of jewellery, or similar item that was personal to me. I always wore rings and earrings so that wasn't a problem.
Shelley drove us to the lady's house, then we each had a private reading in the living room, while the others waited in the kitchen. When it came to my turn, I sat nervously while the lady quietly held my ring for about 30 seconds. The first thing she said was "you're psychic aren't you?". Well, that blew me away. I was overjoyed – I'd always wanted to be psychic, and was interested in anything to do with the paranormal, especially ghosts (which I now know a lot more about than I did then!). I was a little hesitant though, as I'd only had that one obvious experience, and was still unsure if it was real, or just my imagination combined with coincidence. She told me I shouldn't be afraid of what comes through, and to trust myself and my ability. I've never been afraid, but the trust issue is one I'm still working on!
A couple of years later I had another experience, similar to the one with
Katie, where I just knew something against all logic. Since then, I
wasn't aware of any specific psychic experiences until 2005, when I started
learning Quantum-Touch.
The six months following my first Quantum-Touch workshop in June 2005 were a rollercoaster of emotional and spiritual experiences. I met my main spirit guide, George. I met my father, who had passed away before I could meet him in the flesh. I learned the difference between ghosts, spirits and angels. I helped many lost souls/earthbound spirits to find their way through to the light, including a spirit who had been attached to me without my knowing.
I will be adding details of some of these experiences and more later.
After breaking up with my boyfriend early January 2003, I had lunch with a colleague who mentioned spiritualist churches to me. I'd never heard of them, or if I had, didn't register that they were different from Christian or Catholic churches. She told me about one in Bognor Regis and I went along a few days later. It was wonderful! I felt more at home there than I had anywhere else for a very long time. For the first time, I seemed to be surrounded by people who believed the same things I did - I'd never experienced that before, only ever seen it on TV. It was quite daunting to begin with, even though I felt that I was where I needed to be, and wanted to be, it was so different to anything I'd experienced before - there was a lot to take in. I could almost feel myself waking up after a lifetime lying dormant.
I went once or twice a week for about six months, mostly to that church, although I went along to others to see what they were like too. I had a few healing treatments and, towards the end of that time, I also joined the development circle for a few weeks. This involved doing guided meditations and having spiritual discussions in a safe place, hosted by a lovely, supportive lady. By attending this circle, I felt I'd been accepted into the community as being a potential psychic or healer. Although I didn't have any major psychic breakthroughs at that time, on psychological and emotional levels it was a big step forward for me.
New Years Eve 2005, I was watching Jools' Hootenanny, and as midnight
approached, suddenly felt very lonely and emotional and wished I was with friends.
I spoke aloud to the universe in general, and said "I know this is a silly
human tradition that doesn't mean anything in the grand scheme of things,
but if you're there, I'd really appreciate some company". I hoped that
one of my guides, or ancestors, or nature spirit friends would come and say
hello. Well, I got more than I could ever have imagined.
I immediately felt the energy in the room change dramatically - the whole room and beyond was suddenly filled with all kinds of spirits and angels. If they'd had physical bodies, they simply wouldn't have fitted in the room. The energy felt quite oppressive, it was so strong and powerful. I choked and cried, realising that I was loved far beyond my comprehension. They were listening to me and willing to help, even with something that didn't really matter.
Having invited them to come and see me, I suddenly felt as though there was a spotlight on me and I should have something witty to say, but I couldn't do more than thank them and apologise for being so emotional and overwhelmed.
I'll never forget the power of their love and energy - the physical sensation, as well as the emotional effect and spiritual significance was an incredible experience.
One evening in early 2006, I was sitting watching the TV when I glanced at a bookshelf and saw the name "Botswana" on the spine of one of the books. I started looking for it, then realised the futility of this - I knew I didn't have a book called, about or by someone called Botswana. I said to the spirit world in general "Botswana, what about Botswana?". Immediately a man appeared in front of the bookshelf where I'd seen the non-existent book. He was quite young, in his mid 20s, had very dark skin, lean muscular body, and was wearing a very skimpy native costume. He was very nice to look at! I asked him who he was, and he replied "Ngobi". He asked if he could work with me. As I was unsure about whether he was from the light, or an earthbound spirit, I asked him to check with my guides - it was OK with me if it was OK with them - they would know if it was appropriate or not. He thanked me and left.
I immediately looked up the name Ngobi on the internet, and found that it's a Ugandan name, both of a village, and of men. Apparently though, my Ngobi was from Botswana. As far as I'm aware, I'd never heard the name before that evening.
A few days later, I was doing some past-life work with my Higher Self and my two regular guides, Grey Owl and my Chinese friend (he never told me his name). Ngobi joined us. I lay on my bed, and each of them stood on one of the four sides so I was surrounded by them. The session was very intense and I was grateful to them all for their help. We did a few sessions like that, then the past life work was finished. I haven't worked with Ngobi since, although I did see him again once or twice - just saying hello!
I had a mini clairvoyant reading at a holistic fayre in October 2005, and was told that I had a group of nature spirits around me, several of them with a queen, and was told "they love you to bits" which was lovely to hear! I did, however, feel a little disappointed that I'd needed to be told about them, and couldn't sense them myself. A few days later, I could feel a spiritual presence and tuned in - I could see my nature spirit friends! How exciting! They were about the size of a 2 year old child, and the queen was a little taller than the rest. I was overjoyed! Some were quiet, some were playful, and one was quite mischievous and enjoyed jumping on my bed!
They've visited me on numerous occasions over the last few years, and it's always a pleasure to see them.
In July 2007 during the Quantum-Touch 5-day retreat, I was in the hotel garden at night with a friend from the retreat, and we were practising a Qigong technique that involved exchanging energy with a tree. We each picked a separate tree along a path, and while I was doing the Qigong, I became aware of a nature spirit standing on the path a few feet away from me. He was watching me and seemed a little worried, looking at me, then along the path, then back at me again. I assumed he was concerned that I was hurting the tree, so I tried to reassure him that I wasn't doing any harm, and continued the technique. A few seconds later, I felt something tugging on the left leg of my trousers - it was the nature spirit! He held on to my trousers and pointed along the path, still looking worried. I stopped the Qigong and followed him. I told my friend what was happening, and he joined me - we reached another tree further up the path and I knew that it needed healing. There was something wrong in the soil, perhaps a parasite or something, that was making the tree unwell. We both gave some Quantum-Touch healing to the tree, roots and soil for a few minutes, after which I got a thumbs-up and a smile from the nature spirit. It was amazing, and I felt very privileged that he'd asked me for help!
N.B. When I said the spirit tugged and held my trousers, obviously he hasn't got a physical body so he didn't actually have a grip on them - however, I could feel the sensation of a tug as clearly as if he did.
I had a strange experience one day while I was walking along the North Walls Walk in Chichester. The path is quite high up, with a wall on
one side and a steep bank dropping down to a lower path on the other.
Basically, once you're on the path, you're on it and visible to all ahead
and behind you - you can't simply wander off in any direction, or hide out
of sight.
This day I was enjoying the sunshine and birdsong, and saw a woman walking towards me. She was in her mid-late 20s, slim with long reddish-brown hair, wearing a knee-length green coat belted at the waist, and was pushing a pram. I glanced around me at the trees and sky, then when I looked forwards along the path again, the woman had gone and was replaced by another who hadn't been there before. This woman was older, around mid 50s, had short fair hair, a fuller figure, was wearing a coral coloured jacket and carrying shopping bags in both hands - no sign of a pram.
I looked around for the younger woman, but couldn't see her. She'd vanished, to be replaced by the older version. I believe that it was the same woman, and I saw her as she was in her younger days, some sort of time-slip, or random telepathy - maybe she was remembering a time when she'd walked along the same path years earlier and I picked up on the memory...
After many years without having any funerals to go to, I sadly found myself attending two in the same month. Both were men I'd met a few times through social groups - one bird-watching, and the other cycling. Both were very active in their field, with families and lots of friends. I didn't know either of them very well, but respected each of them, and found them friendly and inspirational. Both seemed to leave before their time.
I wasn't sure what was going to happen, not having been to a funeral since my granddad's when I was 10 or 11. Also, I was now able to communicate with spirit...
The first one was the bird-watcher, and the venue was the crematorium. A lot of people turned up to pay their respects - there weren't enough seats, so I found myself standing in a crowd at the back of the room. During the eulogy, I could see his spirit standing in front of the coffin, almost as if he was about to make a speech. After a while, he went over to his family, then, very suddenly, he was standing right in front of me - he'd noticed that I could see him! What a strange experience! I didn't quite know what to do. He didn't seem to want to talk, but was looking around at everyone before returning to the side of the coffin. As it slid back behind the curtain, he went with it - presumably interested to see what happens, and to make sure everything was in order! I didn't see him again, until now - he's with me as I write this...
The second, for the cyclist, was in a church. About 150 people turned up, filling the pews and the balcony. His spirit was sitting on the foot of his coffin, listening intently to the eulogy, then afterwards he stood right in front of me - again, he'd noticed that I could see him. As I didn't really know him well, I assume nobody else in the church was a medium - I'm sure he'd have gone to them instead if they were. Well, this was a little different - he's always been a very inquisitive chap, likes to understand things and know what's happening - he wanted to talk, asking me what I know about spirit. I would have been happy to talk any other time, but felt I ought to be listening to the vicar making his closing speech, and joining in the hymns - I didn't feel able to "talk" freely with him there, even though spirits can read thoughts so I don't have to actually talk out loud. I often do find that I talk out loud to them anyway - it feels more natural and real. I definitely couldn't do that during the service! Again, he was with me while I was writing this, and got a reply to his questions (although there weren't many - I expect he's found out quite a lot for himself and knows more than I do by now!).