I have already written about how I have invoked the angels to help me during times that I have managed to get myself lost (unfortunately this has happened on many occasions!). But what I haven’t shared with you is how they have helped me and others find lost things, namely, car keys! How did I find out that I could use angels to do this? I tried it one day after we were having a mini emergency:
Chaos before France
A few years back we were packing to go on one of our very first driving trips to France with our little toddler, Ariane. It was really exciting and my husband Craig had been up since the early hours packing the car boot full to the brim with all our things (it was a skiing holiday, so you can imagine the stuff we needed to take!).
My job was to sort the hand luggage and make sure Ariane was dressed and ready to go. Ten minutes before we had to leave to give enough time to get to our ferry crossing in Dover, Craig walked into the hallway from the driveway looking exasperated.
“I’ve lost the car keys! I have an awful feeling I’ve left them under all the packing, it’s going to take me ages to pull it all out and put it back again!”. I shook my head in dismay and said we must check the house first. So we went to all the normal places that the car keys may be, hanging up by the door, in the coat cupboard, on the coat cupboard floor, in the coats, on the mantelpiece, everywhere! They were nowhere to be seen.
“If they are not in there we are screwed, I have no spare key!” said Craig looking redder and more flustered by the minute. “I’m taking the boot apart,” he said, turning to go back outside.
“Don’t, just wait, five minutes, I’m going to ask for help?” I said desperately. “What?! This is no time for your woo woo Tanya! “ and with that, he slammed the front door shut as he left to start taking out all our carefully packed in luggage.
I quickly took Ariane’s hand and we sat together in the middle of my living room, on the rawhide rug. “Ok, here goes Ariane, I want you to ask the angels with me”.
I had never really tried this before, in terms of asking the angels to help find something. They had always helped me when I was lost, so I prayed they could do the same thing this time around. Ariane and I silently said a prayer to ask for help, as the clock tick-tocked away behind us, reminding us that time was running out to make our crossing.
Once I asked the angels I sat and waited to see what would happen. In my mind’s eye, I saw the coat cupboard in our hallway, the one we had already checked. But then I was shown the floor in that cupboard. Without a moment’s hesitation, I jumped up and Ariane and I swiftly made our way there. I opened the door and looked down. I couldn’t see the keys. But something told me to look closer. There was a black laptop bag laying on the carpeted floor, and on top sat the black car keys, perfectly camouflaged so that first time around we had no chance of seeing them. I verbally thanked the angels and ran outside to tell Craig. Luckily he had only started taking out a few items of packing.
For once, he was actually speechless, however, I did ask for a thank you!
Chaos In France
It wasn’t just my family who managed to lose our car keys. Our friends, who we were on holiday in France in 2018 were due to leave to go back home a week before us. They were leaving on Saturday and busily packing their car up whilst my family went to one of the French markets in town.
On our way back, as we travelled along the bumpy, hilly roads, I received a text from my friend Saffy. “I’ve lost the bloody car keys!! We think they might be locked in the car, but we have to smash a window to get in. Tanya, please help, we are going to miss our flight, this is a nightmare, we have turned the place upside down, I don’t want to smash the window!”.
My friend Saffy had already heard of my knack of finding keys via my angel helpers and she knew I have psychic ability, I was her last hope. I suddenly felt a lot of pressure to find these keys. Silently and calmly I closed my eyes as we approached the accommodation. I couldn’t see anything, my mind hit a blank. I felt this must be from the pressure of needing to do this for others, in fact, there were other guests that were staying with us, this was almost like a test, I had told them that I was a psychic during our holiday stay and to be honest I can imagine that most of them just took it as a pinch of salt, like I am just a bit wacky!
As Craig pulled up I felt the urge to go straight into the shared kitchen and to look in the dry foods basket. The feeling to look there was overwhelming. The accommodation we stay at is like a boutique guest house, where each family has their own basket to put their dry foods in like bread for the week. As I entered the gardens, I could see four or five people desperately running around trying to find the keys.
I saw Abbie, the owner, standing at the kitchen doorway. “I think they are in Saffy’s basket!” I exclaimed. I walked past her and looked, but could not see them amongst the baguettes and packets of crisps. I sighed. As I left the kitchen, I suddenly heard “are these the keys you are looking for?!” and looked up to see Abbie holding the keys and jangling them in front of us, with a very happy look on her face. She had followed me and decided to look in the basket after I had checked, it appears I didn’t look properly and the keys were underneath the bread in the basket.
Everyone was so relieved, I hadn’t realised it but they had spent two hours looking for those keys before they asked me. In fact, Danny, Abbie’s husband had been on the phone to friends in the UK in the hope they could pick up Saffy’s family from the port as they were sure they would not find the keys in time.
Danny grinned at me widely “well Tanya, if I wasn’t a believer before, I certainly am now!”.
The Missing Spare Key
One afternoon I was shopping at my daughter’s favourite store, HobbyCraft. We had bags full of her crafting materials and made our way back to my car. I threw it all in the boot and for some stupid, unknown reason, I threw my handbag in too, complete with car and door keys. I hadn’t unlocked the car doors, just the boot, so as soon as it was closed, my car keys to get us into the car were locked safely away in the boot. I realised my mistake the instant I slammed it shut. Feeling slightly sick as I noticed that my bag had everything in it, including my mobile phone to call for help, I had visions of myself and Ariane being stranded in the shopping car park. HobbeyCraft is the other side of town to where I live, walking home with a five-year-old was out of the question. I didn’t even have a front door key to get us in the house! I decided to go back into the store and ask them if I could borrow their phone, which they kindly agreed. I called my parents who live closest to the shop and my dad said he was literally just going out of the door to run an errand, it was lucky we caught him. I explained everything and he agreed to pick us up.
Here was the problem, I had lost my car’s spare key. It had been lost for months and as I had the other key, I didn’t bother to replace the missing one. I asked dad if he would be happy to take me to my local Ford garage in the hope that they might have a spare master key. Unfortunately, the helpful sales guy on the desk could not find a spare for me and advised my only option was to call a breakdown service to break into my car and that would cost a small fortune or, go home and find that missing key.
Mum and dad dropped us back home. Luckily, they had a spare door key I could use to get into my house. Ariane and I did our usual trick. We sat in the middle of the living room and asked the angels to help us. “Where is that key!” I pleaded with them, remembering that I had searched the entire house for it months ago with no luck. Just then, a vision of my skiing jacket came into my mind’s eye. Something was telling me to search into the deep bits of the pockets. My jacket had a lot of pockets, but I was being shown the back of the coat. I jumped up and ran to the coat cupboard, the place where it appears most lost car keys live! I grabbed the jacket and went through every single pocket. No key. I shook the coat, then I felt around the back, bottom sleeve. There was something lumpy inside. I opened the vent, slid my hand in and to my absolute joy found the spare key! I must have accidentally put it in the vent and not the pocket and completely missed it the last time I looked. I danced around with Ariane exclaiming that the angels are amazing!
Help For A Friend
After I had visited one of my good friends to give her a massage treatment, I arrived home to find she had text me as I travelled back. “Have you seen my car keys? I’ve lost them, I was wondering if you might have picked them up by accident with your stuff?”. I had a good look amongst my towels and blankets but couldn’t find her keys. I text her back and told her I didn’t have them but would see if I could ask my angel friends for a little guidance.
I sat on my sofa and meditated, asking the angels to direct me as to where those keys were in my friend’s house. It was like I was seeing remotely, I could see her different rooms but then my vision left her house and a map of Europe was shown clearly in my mind, then zoomed in specifically on the shape of the Italian boot on the map.
I text my friend back in a hurry. “Do you have an object that you brought back from Italy in your home? If so, check near there! It’s worth a shot!”. I waited around five minutes then I got the text back:
I won’t lie, I punched the air when I read this. More validation of help from another world, another place! What else could I ask them to help me find? I realised then that the possibilities could potentially be endless…….or could they? Is it only small things that they help me find? What about lost dogs………….or people?
Only time will tell I guess,
Until next time,
My father-in-law Tony died on 25t March 2007. Even though he had been unwell for eight months before he died, it was still such an awful shock to the family, with a rapid decline in his health that felt like it happened overnight.
Tony was a special man, a true gentleman in every sense of the word, a kind heart, who had a warmth that emanated from him, he also gave the best hugs! I only had seven years with him, in fact, he has been gone longer than I knew him for, I really do miss him.
So much has taken place since he passed. Craig and I got married, we moved house, we had a little girl. Sometimes, my husband is so sad about the fact that Tony has missed so much, especially seeing Ariane grow into the wonderful little girl she is now at six years old. This he feels is a fact, Tony has missed it all. I disagree.
I feel like Tony is always watching Ariane, is around us more than we actually appreciate. Although in the twelve years since he died, I’ve seen many mediums and also had my own spiritual experiences which I have written about in these blog posts, I would receive messages from all my different loved ones who have passed and also have visitation dreams of grandparents but never in all those years would I hear a thing from Tony.
I would wonder about this, he just felt so “distant”. Like the others find it easy to penetrate our energy field however Tony finds it more of a challenge for some reason I can’t explain. Once, during a disagreement with Craig about his views on the afterlife (i.e. there is no afterlife) he snapped that it was very convenient that the one person he was closest too that has died is the one person I can’t appear to connect too……….he had a point.
I did have a friend, who is also a medium pick up on him one time after I told her that Tony never comes through. She got some great evidence when she connected to his spirit and asked me about the French Fancy cakes that he would offer me when I went to his house which was accurate.
A few years after that and still no contact from Tony, we were practising mediumship platform work during our Monday night Circle Class. One of the fledgeling mediums who was due to do her first platform work that following week, took to the floor for some practice. This is what happened as she started to link in with spirit:
“I have a dog here, a bulldog type, like Staffy, Brindle and he is with a gentleman, can anyone take it?”.
I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. Tony had a Staffordshire Bull Terrier called Cooper, brindle in colour, that was the family pet but was actually my husband’s dog who passed away three years after Tony did. I was particularly close to Cooper and as soon as the medium (who was relatively new to the class and knew nothing about Tony or Cooper) mentioned these two together, I realised with excitement that this could be Tony. No one else in the room could take the pairing so I raised my hand.
“He is so emotional to be here Tanya, he is saying to me that he has always found this hard, that it doesn’t come easily to him to reach out to you, hence why he brought the dog, for some reason that makes it easier for him. He is really quite emotional at the moment, he must have been an emotional man (this is correct). He is saying that he has two sons (correct) but never had a daughter, however, he now has a little granddaughter (correct). He wants to thank you, in particular, Tanya for always talking about him with her and keeping his memory alive (I often talk about Tony to Ariane as if he is still alive, I include him in everything, like when she is drawing pictures of her family to ensure he is not forgotten). He is telling me about his granddaughter and saying how well she is going to do especially this year at school, you are worried about her at the moment with school but he is saying there is no need to at all, she will excel this year (all true). He doesn’t want to scare her but he does watch her whilst she plays with her toys. He says “She is a little Star, quite literally a Star, the word Star has so much meaning here” does that make sense Tanya?” said the medium.
I smiled through my tears (I had never sobbed so much at class before!). I explained to the medium that there is a portrait photo of Ariane on my wall at home with a star shape and the word STAR above her head. The name Ariane also translates into: little star.
Some weeks later, I woke up in the early hours on a Saturday morning. It was around 5am and I struggled to get back to sleep. I decided that may be a good time to practice trying to go out of the body (completely normal behaviour I know!). This happened almost instantly, so much more easily than normal, within seconds I felt myself leave my body, spin around and look at myself and my husband asleep in the bed as I hovered above. I flew through the wall but I didn’t get very far and zoomed back to my bed and realised I was no longer lying there, I had disappeared. “Damn I’m dreaming!” I said and realised I was in a lucid dream and it was pitch black in the bedroom.
“Please give me colour!” I shouted out in the “dream”. Unexpectedly, daylight was switched on into my bedroom, the colours so intense and strong that I had to shield my eyes. Wow!! I thought as I noticed that Craig was now sitting up in bed and Ariane was running around the bedroom. Outside the bedroom window, day time was in full swing and I saw people milling about and some looking in my room, some that are alive and some that I knew were dead but they didn’t actually realise it. I then saw an old work colleague (alive) who was walking Cooper the dog, the excitement built up in me when I saw him.
I looked down at the palm of my hands and saw all the lines and intricate details of my skin. “I’m awake in my dream!” I shouted with startling clarity. It was another lucid dream, the type that gives me one foot in this consciousness and the other in the consciousness that is home to all those that have died.
Craig was still sitting up in bed and I understood that he was dreaming, as was I and I would remember every single detail of this but his chance of recollection was slim. All the same, I knew exactly what I had to do. In the past when I had dreams like this I had called in my dead relatives to take a rare opportunity to speak to them, this was my chance to finally connect to Tony in a visitation dream.
I shouted out “Tony, come and see us!!”. I waited and nothing happened. I shouted it again and again and still nothing. I felt so frustrated. I was awake in this dream and it was my one chance to do this! How could I get him to come? Then it dawned on me. I needed God power. God power is when we ask the highest being, the angels, the source, the light that is all of love to help us.
“God, please can you bring Tony in to see us?” I asked calmly.
In a heartbeat, my bedroom door swung open and in breezed Tony. I gasped. It was him in glorious reality, not a dream, it was him. He was as real to me in that dream as my husband is now to me in waking. He looked around 45 years old, hair lightly greying, stone wash blue jeans and a white Aaron jumper with a red pattern on. We looked at each other and both couldn’t speak as the emotions were just too strong. He tried to get words out and he couldn’t, the same for me. Then he looked up and saw Craig, he walked towards me and brushed past me but not in a rude way, in a polite manner that tapped my arm lightly as his face filled with the deepest tears of joy and love for his son. This was all too much for me, I couldn’t hold my energy there any longer, the pure emotion of it all pulled me straight back to my bed, to my waking life. I was sobbing.
As I sat up and wiped my cheeks, I felt like I had been hit over the head with a brick. The experience was so intense and real that I must have been in such a deep state of the subconscious to maintain it. My forehead ached and it took me a good ten minutes to settle my energies and feel like I was part of “here” again.
On his waking, I asked my husband if he dreamt of his dad. He said he didn’t, and if he did, he couldn’t remember. I won’t lie to say that I was disappointed to hear this. But that disappointment didn’t last long because my faith in that Tony had visited me (us!) that morning was so strong that it reassured me that all is well, Tony is well, peaceful and happy.
It also taught me that whenever you need help or if you want something so desperately, just use a little God power, it will never ever let you down.
Until next time,
I have a French Bulldog called Sebastian. We are so close and seem to connect to each other via some form of telepathic communication, there are times when I really do feel like he knows what I am thinking and vice versa.
Seb, as we like to call him, has a licking habit, a licking human habit. He particularly likes to lick me whilst I am trying to do a morning yoga session. A few weeks back, he decided that instead of chewing on my ear whilst I performed a laying down twist, he would find something else to chew. As I got up from my stretch I noticed that he had a white feather in his mouth before I could reach him to pull it out, he swallowed it whole. “Well let’s hope it brings you luck today Seb,” I said.
On that same morning, Seb and I were taking our normal stroll across the fields behind my house. Seb was running off the lead, his favourite pastime. As we approached the end of the field that backs along a very busy main road, I made a mental note to put his lead back on. Seb is usually very good with recall and normally comes back on first whistle blow. On this morning there were a few things that I hadn’t taken into consideration. The first was that we had recently come back from Devon, where Seb had the freedom to roam around the green countryside and along the beach, with no cars to worry him or us. The second thing was that we were now full into the autumn season and the trees and hedges were pretty much bare. This meant that the normally thick hedge that separates the field to the main road was now naked twigs and exposing small gaps, gaps that are the perfect size for a stocky French Bulldog to escape through.
No sooner had I seen the gap, Seb had seen it too, he looked at me, I looked at him, mentally I told him to not even think about, mentally he told me that today he was ignoring my advice. He dashed and scrambled through the hole, leading to the busy road. I yelled. I yelled, I yelled and then I screamed his name. I could not see Seb. He was the other side now, he was where the busy main road is. The hedge was far too high for me to see, I could only hear the sound of zooming vehicles passing at around forty to fifty miles an hour. The entrance to the field was such a distance, I calculated how long it would take me to run to get him, 30 seconds, a bit more? In that time he would be squashed or lost, taken by someone. I was about to lose my boy.
I called him again, hoping he would find the hole and come back. But he didn’t. I could hear someone walking the other side of the hedge, pushing a pram. I wanted to shout out and ask them to help catch him, but I thought it would be irresponsible if it was a mother and child. So I stood there and looked up to the sky and said: “please angels, save my little Seb, please don’t let him get hit or lost, please help me!!”.
I started to run up along the field and then, before my eyes I saw the black, pounding head of Sebastian, he had found his way to the park entrance from the main road and was bounding toward me at full speed! He ran into my arms and I swiftly and shakily attached his lead to his harness. I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry! How the hell did he find his way back? How was he not dead?
I walked him to the entrance of the field where the person who I heard walking with the pram met me. It was a mum, she looked so happy to see Seb on his lead. “Did you see what happened?” I asked. “Yes! Your dog ran through the hedge, down the bank and then toward the main road. I felt for certain he would get hit by a car but all of the sudden he just stopped at the curb, looked up and the dashed along the pavement, up the steps and into the field entrance!” she said with a relieved look on her face. I thanked her and we carried on walking home.
I cried as we walked back, I was so shocked that he was ok, that he didn’t run out in the road, that something made him stop, even think about his actions. French Bulldogs are not known for their intelligence skills, in fact, they are known as the clowns of the dog world! What made him turn around?
As we got inside the house and I unleashed him, I thought about my angel prayer. Angels have helped me on so many occasions in the past, I felt sure that they had at this time. I was soon given validation of this. As I walked up the stairs, I saw a large feather on the top stair, that wasn’t there before I left that morning. I smiled to myself and thanked my angels.
When my husband got home, I told him the story and about the angel feather, my husband just rolled his eyes and said: “we have feathers everywhere, you have all those dream catcher things, it’s from that, not an angel, Seb was just lucky!”.
I thought about this and let the seed of doubt enter into my mind. “ok Angels, if it really was you that helped Seb today, give me another sign, give me a sign right now!”, with that, I looked at my phone as the red notification icon popped up on my Facebook profile. I clicked on it and saw that someone had posted on the French Bull Dog fan page. I hadn’t seen a post on there for months, and whenever there was one, I always wanted to see a dog like Seb, but the Frenchie’s they posted were always different colours to him. Is this my sign, I thought? If it is, make the dog of this photo look just like Seb, then I will believe! I clicked on the notification and up popped this beautiful dog:
I smiled widely to myself, thanks angels, I said.
Sebastian Short – aged about 6 months in this photo:
Until next time,
Every once in a while during my spiritual journey, something big happens that I will never forget. These experiences are actually quite a few and far between, however, one of those very moments happened just last week, on 5thNovember, my 38thbirthday.
That night, I had a very vivid dream (to protect the identity of all those involved, I have changed the name below):
I was getting ready to meet someone and had dressed as if I was going for a job interview. I remember feeling nervous and was in a very large building, like in the City. I entered the foyer and approached the front desk, where a receptionist was waiting for me.
“Who am I here to meet?” I asked. “Nathan Davies” she replied and quickly scribbled the name on a post-it note and held it up to me, I could clearly see the spelling of the name. “Nathan Davies” I repeated and turned to see a young man, around twenty or twenty-one who had his brown dog with him. I remember his eyes and fair wavy hair.
When I awoke, I kept repeating the name in my head “Nathan Davies”. I have connected with a spirit via dreams in the past but never have I been given an accurate name before. I knew it was significant.
I asked my colleague if she knew anyone by that name and she confirmed she didn’t. I decided that perhaps it may be some message for me so I googled the name but came up with nothing really out of the ordinary. I then decided to pop the name into a Facebook search. Instantly I was drawn to a page called “Remembering Nathan Davies”.
When I clicked on the page and saw the photograph of the young man, exactly as I had in my dream, holding the dog on his lap, my mouth hit the floor. It was him, Nathan. I had a look at some of the posts on the page and I could work out that he must have died some years ago, however his mother was still badly grieving, she had only posted something on the page two days previously, detailing the agonising pain she was going through and still not being able to come to terms with her son’s loss. It was then that I realised what I had to do, Nathan had come to me for a reason, he wanted to get a reading to his mum, I felt compelled to connect with him again and provide her with a reading.
I have to stress, I would never ever normally conduct a reading for someone without their permission. This is ethically unacceptable. However, the extraordinary circumstances of this event in the way that Nathan connected to me, was telling me this case was different.
I looked on the mum’s facebook profile and could see she lived in Australia so knew that this would not be an easy task but I prayed that my reading would be received with the kind wishes intended, the last thing I wanted was for her or the family to think I was some fake psychic trying to pray on a grieving family.
I took the plunge and sat down to start my reading and recorded it on an App via my mobile phone.
After I had finished, I just wasn’t sure if there was enough evidence there and wondered what the hell I should do. But I told myself that I had to trust in this so I plucked up the courage and sent a message to Nathan’s mum via Facebook messenger.
After a day, I didn’t hear anything. I then figured that this lady may be older and not very computer savvy so I decided to try and find a sibling, which I did, on the remembrance page, a sister. I messaged her and prayed she would receive it.
A day or so later, the sister messaged me back. Initially, a little bit cautious (completely understandable) she decided to receive the reading and I sent it across to her. I must admit, I felt sick at this point. My main worry was that they would think I was a charlatan but all I wanted to do was get Nathan’s love across to this mum. It turns out that I need not of worried because Nathan’s sister kindly gave me some feedback, which I will detail below (bringing out the key pieces of evidence):
Feedback: The description of his personality was correct
Feedback: Nathan went to a bird breeding auction and ended up getting a dog before he asked the permission of his parents, he was 16 at the time.
Feedback: Nathan’s sister moved out 2 months before he passed.
Feedback: Barry was Nathan’s tutor
Feedback: Nathan’s sister confirmed that her brother died of something very rare
Feedback: This piece of evidence helped Nathan’s sister the most. The week that he died, they were meant to be going to a concert which would have been on the night he passed. They had decided earlier on in the week not to go.
Feedback: The smoke causing the illness has affected both Nathans parents.
Feedback: Nathan paid for some of his sister’s university textbooks.
Feedback: The house that Nathan lived in with his family was 10 metres from the lake.
As you can read, I was so blown away by the feedback but mostly by the intelligence and power of spirits that are living another life from this one. It is clear to me that Nathan wants to help his mother and family, however, he can’t get the message across. So he is using any medium that will listen, it just so happens that I connect very well in my dream state to a spirit, it also happens that I will always follow up a dream and a sign, which I did without fail and it lead me straight to Nathan’s family.
I don’t know if I will ever have anything happen like this again, but I hope that I do as in my opinion, it’s a fantastic way for a spirit to reach out to a loved one and another way for mediums to validate that life continues after we die.
Until next time,
I recently read an author describe anything to do with mediumship, paranormal, psychic studies & the occult as an “Underground Movement”, this is probably because when he started to have out of body experiences as he slept, in those days, the 1950’s, it was very much an underground group of people that he needed to speak to in order to research more about what was going on with him. However, I have to say that sometimes it still feels a little like that now.
When I realised that a lot of the odd things that have happened to me are not generally happening to everyone else, I decided that I needed to find some like-minded individuals that I could spend time with to explore what the hell was going on.
So how do you penetrate this underground movement? The first thing I thought of was to join a circle, but this is harder than you may think. However, once you have a connection to mediums, psychics and spiritual healers, developing from there on in is so much easier because someone knows someone who knows someone that runs a course of whatever it is you are looking to study. But getting in there is what can take the effort and finding the right teacher, is even harder.
Home circles started in the 1800s, mainly for the development of one individual and for others to come and sit and listen to the medium practice and demonstrate the existence of life after death through the work of their spirit guides. Typically, people would sit in a circle formation, hence the name.
Circles are still around these days, they can be open (where anyone can drop in and out each week) or closed (an agreed group of people that should attend on the same day and time each week).
Home circles are generally seen as the best setting, as it’s comfortable and the energy can build up quickly to allow people to feel at ease and a place of safety to develop their skills. However, the downside is that you get to know people quickly and with a lack of new faces, it can make your mediumship complacent.
On occasion, if I happen to mention that I am part of a circle, I can get looked at strangely whilst the person I’m talking to is probably imagining me joining hands with a group of strangers and summoning up spirits from the dead or planning when we are going to run off to Stonehenge and knock back some Cool Aid.
It couldn’t be further from the truth. It’s uplifting to be around others that have the same abilities as you and know what it is you are seeing, hearing and feeling. I have had so many wonderful experiences in the circle, I have been astounded at the evidence I have received from others and been gobsmacked and at times, almost euphoric when I have managed to break through the barrier of mind versus spirit communication and given evidence that has shocked me to the core.
There are conflicting schools of thought as to where the spiritualist church originated from, so for the sake of argument lets go with Wiki and say the United States in the 1840s. England also has a rich history of spiritualism dating back hundreds of years and some of the best and well-known mediums to date have come from our shores.
The churches are still around today and open to all that wish to go along to listen to the medium demonstrate evidence of the afterlife up on the platform.
I personally find the Sunday Service (Divine Service) a little too church-like / religious undertones, even though I must stress it is not affiliated with any religion other than the religion of spiritualism. But whether spiritualism is a religion in itself is open for debate, in my opinion, I think there is a difference between “spirituality” and “spiritualism” per se.
Anyhow, going to a church to see a (good and well respected) medium is an experience in itself and one I would encourage anyone to do if they are interested in this subject.
Schools & Affiliated Bodies
There are a number of psychic schools worldwide and proudly one of the best is only twenty minutes from where I live, The Arthur Findlay College in Stansted, Essex (www.arthurfindlaycollege.org). This college offers residential courses and workshops of all of the topics you can think of when it comes to mediumship and your psychic development, they have some of the best teachers from all over the world. The building itself, which was built in 1871 was gifted to the Spiritualists National Union (SNU) by James Arthur Findlay and started as a college in 1945. It’s worth taking a visit to its beautiful architecture and history alone.
If you are really serious about your spiritualist studies, you can take an exam, called the SNU Qualification which allows you to learn about the religion, philosophy and practice of spiritualism and will certify that you actually know what you are talking about!
Forums & Social Media Groups
Some Facebook groups have been such a good source of information for me, especially those on out of body experiences and near death experiences. What I started to do was read lots of books around these subjects and then follow the authors on social media and I have made so many good connections from doing this. When you see those other people, from all over the globe are having the same experience as you, putting it into their own words, but the same theme is presented over and over again, that’s a really good thing and is incredibly powerful when people like myself can be up against some very strong-minded individuals….which brings me onto my next point…..
Opinions, Views & Beliefs
Many of the most enlightening books I have read have been of true stories of medical doctors and scientists that have changed their belief system after having a personal experience with the afterlife. This kind of stuff really excites me, especially as I have always had my feet firmly in both camps (for example I believe humans descended from monkeys and evolved over thousands of years, however, I also believe that when we die we have a rebirth in another state of consciousness).
I used to get really defensive about my belief system and dare I say it, even angry at the non-believer. That doesn’t happen anymore. I would be a bit radical if that was how I behaved with someone who didn’t think the way I did.
I have come to realise that life isn’t about what you believe, it’s about how good your heart is. It’s about what you do, not how you think.
I still tread carefully when I tell people about my abilities, especially whilst still learning, as there is always room for error.
I have an example from just yesterday of when, sometimes, it’s good to speak up about things that I see and hear.
I was massaging a lovely female client when I looked up and felt like someone was watching me (not someone alive!). I sort of saw shadows and like something was trying to form, the reality was changing. I decided to tune into whoever this spirit was and this is what I got (clairvoyantly):
It was a man, who told me that he was connected to my client’s husband, an old friend, that was part of the bird watching group. He died unexpectedly, of a heart attack. He kept drawing my attention to a large framed photograph of a landscape on the wall like it held particular significance and I should mention it. He said the reason why he had come to visit is that he wanted to thank both my client and her husband for the trip they were about to take, some sort of memorial in his name and that he would be with them.
After I had finished the treatment, I asked my client if she would be happy to receive and validate something I just got from a spirit as I wanted to pass the message on. To my relief, she was happy and interested to hear this. After I had explained everything, she told me this:
One of her husband’s good, long-term friends had died of a heart attack a couple of years ago, on a plane back from Goa, India. He was coming back from a bird watching trip, they travelled all over to enjoy their hobby. My client and her husband are going on a memorial trip, to India in a few weeks’ time. The framed photo on the wall is one that he took, so it has sentimental connections to the dear friend they lost.
If I hadn’t have spoken up, my lovely client would never have got her message and the spirit would have wasted so much of his own energy.
When it works and communication is received, understood and delivered correctly, it truly is an amazing thing (if only it worked that well all the time!).
Until next time,
I have had many dream predictions over the years, in fact, it was the dreams that made me understand that I have psychic & mediumship abilities later on in life.
Most of them have been quite uneventful, like dreaming of a person I haven’t seen in ages and seeing them the next day, or some are helpful like dreaming that the window cleaner will be visiting (he doesn’t have a set schedule he just turns up) so that I can go and get some cash out to pay him – and he does turn up on that exact day.
I’ve had personal warnings as well, for example, I used to work for a big organisation in London City and there were a group of quite nasty women who enjoyed bullying people who also worked there. Myself and my colleague were a target for these women and due to the nature of our jobs, we had to interact with them a lot and they made our lives terrible at work.
One night I dreamt that these women would literally corner me on a subject and try to catch me on the hop so to speak as my colleague was away from the office and I would be on my own. My dream was telling me that I must be prepared.
So I got in that morning and got all the paperwork together on what I thought they would come to see me about and low and behold, the “leader” of the gang approached my desk and summoned me to a meeting. In hindsight, I should never have gone but I did and I was prepared and they tried to intimidate me however because I knew it was coming I was ready and it made it pointless on their part.
This is small stuff really, as I’ve also had dream predictions on bigger stuff, namely terrorist attacks. I dreamt of 9/11 (my first dream prediction) and I’ve had loads since the most vivid being the Paris attacks a few years back.
However, the most shocking for me was a dream I had in June 2017. I had the dream on a Friday night. In the dream, I was running from a terrorist who followed me up onto a bridge, where I could see people jumping off into the water.
Here is the problem: sometimes I dream things and they come true. Other times I have fear based symbolic dreams and they come out because I have an inner fear of being caught up in a terror attack. So, I don’t know if something is real or not until it happens.
When I woke up on a Saturday morning, I had a feeling of dread that I just could not shake. I had never experienced anything like it before. I have had anxiety in the past however this was different. It was deeper. I KNEW something bad was going to happen that day. I thought about my dream but I got confused and wasn’t sure that because I felt it so strongly that in fact was it my husband and daughter who were at risk? I was due to go into work in my therapy room as I had a list full of clients that day. My husband and little girl were going to spend the day together. I can’t remember where they were going but I remember pleading with him not to go and I even said I was going to cancel my days work planned.
My husband told me to stop being so silly and just go to work. So I did and I was on edge the whole day. I kept looking at my phone. I kept thinking about it and then it came to me, that dream last night, I just knew, there would be a terrorist attack, I just knew it!
I had just finished a massage on a regular client and before he left he asked me if I was ok. I said to him “I know this is weird, but I have an awful feeling that there will be a terrorist attack today”. He looked at me like I was bonkers and paid and left!
But that evening, there was an attack in London Borough Market and on the London Bridge. The feeling of dread only lifted when I turned on the news to see what had happened. My husband did acknowledge that I had been restless and worried all day and I came to the conclusion that the reason I had it so strong is because where the attack happened and the pubs that they stormed into are the places and exact pub he drinks in regularly in London.
I sent a message to my client’s wife as I felt compelled too, the fact I had told someone my prediction surely made it more viable? “Yes he motioned it to me, but he said, must just be a coincidence……………………….”. Story of my life, eh?
Until next time,