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  So I continued. Alan told me how his wife, the sister of the lady I was giving the message to, had often nagged at him for driving too fast. Many times, he told me, she would say, “You'll kill yourself one day, and then what will happen to me and the kids?”

  “Well, that's exactly what happened. I drove too fast round a bend in the road, and here I am!”

  Alan went on to say how sorry he was that he had left his wife to fend for herself and his two young children, both under four years old. His main concern was that his wife should know he had survived death, and he was with her, and that he would be helping her and his children in any way he could.

  The last message that Alan gave was to his children.

  “Please, let them know that I'm not dead, and that I will always be around to guide them. And please,” he begged, “please tell my babies that Daddy loves them.”

  The rest of the evening progressed rapidly and went extremely well. There were many messages given by me to various members of the audience via those in the spirit world. Occasionally the response would be slow because it is not always the most obvious person who has died who wants to give a message. Sometimes it might be a grandmother you know of but have never met because she died before you were born, or it could be the son of a neighbor or friend, unconnected to you in any way, someone who sees you as a way of letting his family know that he survived death and is okay.

  There are times when the person trying to reach you from the spirit world is someone you have never even heard of, but he (or she) will let you know by the things he will relay to you that he knows you. Then he or she will ask that you go home and check with your family to verify his (or her) identity. This is what happened with Martha, a story I relay later on in this book. And of course there were those in the spirit world, like Alan, who were immediately recognized.

  Overall the evening was a great success, the response from the audience amazing, and dozens of people came up to me afterward. Some came to tell me how much they had enjoyed it, some to ask for my phone number, and there were also some who came just to look at me. One or two just wanted to touch me, to hold my hand or stroke my arm.

  I had, on that night, with the help and love from Grey Eagle and my spirit friends, inspired many, and we had been able to give hope and comfort where before there was none.

  Since that time I have given hundreds of demonstrations, both in England and abroad, and although I am often still nervous, I have learned over the years that those in the spirit world ask only that I give my best, for that is enough. Now when I stand before an audience, no one would suspect the trembling beneath my skirts.

  The reason I give these talks is not, as most people would suppose, to prove that there really is a life after death. Nor is it especially to give evidence of survival. Indeed, I often begin these occasions by stating that if anyone has come to see me hoping for or expecting absolute proof that what I believe is true, they will go away sadly disappointed.

  It would be impossible for me to provide such evidence in the short time it takes to give a demonstration.

  But what is not impossible, and what I try my best to achieve, is to give people just enough evidence to make them think. My one hope is that my audience will go away from a demonstration having been given food for thought; that they should then go forward on a journey of discovery toward a new awakening, a new awareness that there is more to life, more to death, and much more to God's plan than we mere mortals see.

  All I do, basically, is to sow little seeds, good seeds. To plough the field and scatter the good seeds on the land, and then I pray that with God's help, those seeds will be fed and watered.

  What I hope is that the people who come to see me, having listened to what I have to say, will go home wondering, “Is it possible? Could she be right? Perhaps there is some truth, somewhere, in what she says.”

  And from those questions, maybe just a few will feel the need to find out more.

  Ask, and it shall be given unto you. Seek, and ye shall find.

  God's Children

  Since time began, psychics, seers, and sensitives have talked of the “aura,” the energy field that surrounds not only humans but every living thing, every plant, every tree, every creature on this earth. Many scientists and skeptics have poo-pooed the very idea and laughed openly at those who professed to see this energy field. Then a Russian-born husband-and-wife team, Valentina and Semyon Kirlean, invented a camera that is able to photograph the “aura.” This method is known as Kirlian photography. The Kirleans began their work in 1939, but they had to wait to perfect their invention until 1960, when the Russian government made state money available to them.

  The “aura,” or energy field, manifests above and beyond the surface of the skin and surrounds the human body for a distance of meters. There are many layers, colors, shapes, and patterns to the aura, and the characteristics of the aura change according to the mental, physical, and spiritual, or inner, state of a person. Simply put, the aura is the mirror image of the being.

  Then we have the etheric body. The same size and shape as the physical body, but unlike it, the etheric (or spirit) body cannot be destroyed, is more real, more solid.

  The etheric body is the one we use, those of us who go astral traveling, and many people around the world who have had “out of body” experiences recount looking down at their physical body while still in body form—this form being the etheric body.

  And when we die it is the etheric body we use, the spirit body, that transports us from the earth plane to the spirit world.

  There are many kinds of loss—the loss of a parent, a husband, a grandfather, a friend, an uncle, a sister. But for me, perhaps because I have a daughter of my own, the loss of a child seems the hardest to bear. Such a waste of life, I hear people say. And I nod in understanding, even while knowing this to be untrue. For I have spoken with many in the spirit world, children who “died” as babies, some miscarried, some who “died” at birth. I have spoken with adults, grown men and women who had also “died” in infancy but have survived death and, continuing their lives, growing and learning, are happy and fulfilled.

  In the spirit world, a world that most of us can only imagine, we continue on with our lives. Children laugh and play, grow and learn. We expand in knowledge, becoming more aware as we do so of the need for the growth of the soul. There is work for us to do in this new world if we want it, and I have been told by many in the spirit world that their lives are active, busy, and very exciting.

  How many times have I heard that old, old phrase “Let the dead rest in peace.” This phrase implies total inactivity in the “afterlife,” something that is alien to most of us. My experience through speaking to countless souls is just the opposite. Continuing life means continuing living … in the fullest sense …and that is what we do.

  Animals also survive death, and for those of you who are animal lovers, or have had a loving and caring relationship with one or more of God's small creatures, I can tell you that many times I have seen animals in the spirit world, dogs, cats, birds, and so on. And once again I am reminded of a sitting I gave to a lady whose name I have long since forgotten, although her session with me is one that I will never forget.

  She had come to me as she wanted to get in touch with her husband, who had died, if I remember correctly, very suddenly from a heart attack. I began my search for him, asking Grey Eagle where I should look, and very quickly made contact. But I was amazed at what I saw.

  “I'm here,” I heard him calling, and looked to the direction of his voice. Then I began to laugh.

  My poor client, obviously nervous and a little emotional at the prospect of hearing from her husband, must have wondered what was going on. I quickly explained, hoping that she would understand.

  “I have a gentleman here,” I said, “but he is carrying two live geese, one under each arm, and he tells me that he couldn't possibly have come without them.”

  My client burst into tears. “Thank
God,” she said. “I'm so pleased that they are all safe.”

  She told me afterward that the geese had been their beloved family pets. “Like children to us,” she said. “My husband would often carry them around with him, one under each arm.”

  There are in this book many stories, all true, all told and written in the way that I would tell them to you if I were sitting with you in your living room. But of course there is more to these stories, and the way they were unfolded before me, than we have room to relate. However, I know that this book would not be complete without at least two or three verbatim transcripts of contact from the spirit world written in detail to give you a better understanding of how I work when giving private or telephone consultations. I thought I would begin by recounting, as accurately as I can, the story of a woman who came to me as a total skeptic.

  We'll call her Jean. She was in her early to mid-fifties, and as she sat down her first comment was, “I might as well tell you now, I don't believe in all this stuff.”

  Very calmly, totally unperturbed, I replied, “Well, Jean, you don't have to do this. I don't mind giving one less consultation, it is no problem to me at all.”

  “No, no, now I'm here I'll have a go,” my reluctant client replied, “but I warn you, I only came for a bit of fun.” And so we began.

  R: I am aware of a man standing just behind your chair, tall and slim. I see him quite clearly. He gives me the name of John. He looks to be in his early to mid-fifties.

  J: No, I don't know anyone of that name.

  R: (I look to Grey Eagle) I am being shown the star sign of Gemini. Are you a Gemini?

  J: No.

  R: Again, this man John is showing me the sign of Gemini. Are you a twin?

  J: No.

  R: John is shaking his head. “Yes, yes,” he is saying. “I am her twin. I died when I was just a few days old.”

  J: (Now white and shaking, obviously shocked) How do you know that?

  R: Is it true? Are you a twin?

  J: Yes, but, but, he died. I had a brother. He died when we were four days old. My parents named him John.

  R: He is nodding, saying, “Yes, yes, it's me, John, your brother.”

  J: But how? You said he is a man.

  R: John is explaining how, as he grew in the spirit world, in just the same way you have grown, how he has watched you, played with you. Laughed and cried with you, and shared your life, just as he would had he not died.

  J: I don't believe it … can't believe it's true.

  R: John tells me that when you were a little girl you had blond curly hair.

  J: Yes, that's correct.

  R: He tells me that you are married now. Do you have girls? (I check with Grey Eagle) He is talking to me about the girls, two girls.

  J: Yes, that's right, I'm married and have two daughters.

  R: John is telling me that you recently moved house.

  J: Yes, this is incredible, that's right.

  R: John is talking about the old house and says … “Ask her about Charlie….” Do you know the name of Charles?

  J: No, that name means nothing to me.

  R: I can see and hear John very clearly. He is adamant, he is chuckling and says again, “Ask her about Charlie … tell her I'm Charlie.”

  J: Oh, my God, did he say he was Charlie?

  R: Yes, that's right, does it mean anything to you?

  J: In the old house we used to joke around. The girls were teenage then. Very often we would go to the bathroom in the morning to find towels strewn over the floor, in the bath, sometimes pushed into the toilet. The girls were convinced we had a poltergeist. They loved him, he made them laugh, they would say. They nicknamed him Charlie.

  R: Your brother is laughing as you recount this story. “I'm Charlie,” he says very proudly. “I used to throw the towels around and move things. I was trying to get them to notice me,” he chuckles. Then he asks me to ask you … “Tell the girls their uncle John has watched them growing up, even as he has watched you grow up.” He says, “Tell the girls I am their guardian angel, and I will watch over them and protect them always.”

  J: (Now crying) This is wonderful, incredible. Is he gone now? Oh, no, don't let him go yet. Can I ask a question?

  R: (Laughing) Don't worry, he is still here. I still see him. He is just as excited as you are. What did you want to ask him?

  J: I don't know. Can he see me? What does he look like, does he look like me? What does he think of the girls?

  R: Yes, John says he can see you. He is laughing and tells me to tell you he is handsome. As I am talking to him he has placed his hand on your shoulder and is whispering in your ear… “The girls are beautiful. They are so beautiful.”

  J: I don't know what to say, I'm speechless.

  R: John is asking that I tell you he loves you, and he will be with you always. “Tell your mother, our mother, that she will see her son again one day, when she comes to me.”

  J: He said that? This is wonderful.

  R: (I look to Grey Eagle again, making sure I am hearing correctly) Now John would like to talk more about the girls. One has gone on to further study, I understand. He is talking about exams.

  J: Yes, that's right. My youngest girl is taking her exams soon. Will she be all right?

  R: Your brother says don't worry. She will do well. She is a bright child.

  J: Yes, she is.

  R: John tells me the other girl is very unsettled in her life. “She must be patient,” he says, “she must learn patience.”

  J: How right he is. (She laughs) I tell her this all the time.

  R: John says, “Tell them I'm alive, tell them I'm alive and that I am happy.”

  This story goes on, and John has much more to say to his sister, Jean. Jean has been back to see me many times since that first consultation, and she has brought her girls with her, much to John's delight. And as the years go by and the twins get to know each other better and better, and as the girls get to know and to love their uncle John, they all grow in strength. Jean knows that when it is her turn, when she dies, that it will be John's hand that reaches out to her to help her on her journey. And the girls, even though they will grieve the loss of their mother, will have the comfort of knowing she is not alone.

  This next session, transcribed from a tape recording, shows how easily, and in such a relaxed way, people from the spirit world can communicate. This was the second consultation that G, a woman, and M, a man, a married couple, had had with me. The session begins when M's father comes through to talk with him.

  R: First of all, I have this lovely man (here). Now I have to say (he tells me to say) that he is very handsome. He has terrific eyes … and I think M that this message is as much for your mother as anyone else. (Much laughter here) He is standing just to the right of me, just next to your chair.

  He is grinning at me, he tells me that he's handsome (again). I know that he is your father. I have seen him before.

  I saw him the other evening in the restaurant. (G and M own a restaurant) Was he a cook, or chef?

  M: Correct.

  R: He talks of creating dishes.

  M: Correct. Can I ask a question?

  R: Just answer yes or no. No questions right now. I promise you can ask questions later.

  I have asked him specifically if he will give me some evidence for his son. He shows me a watch. A gold watch. It has a chain on it. It is an unusual watch. He tells me it is very special. I don't know what he means by this.Some connection to a pocket… you put it in your pocket. I'm not sure what he means by that. It is very special to him, he says. There is something on the watch, a catch, I think, that flips up or clips open.

  M: Yes, there is (I understand).

  R: He is holding the watch in his hand and he says … “This is me.” I feel he would not have been without the watch. He also talks of a ring. A ring kept in a drawer, kept safe. Your mother has this ring. He places his hand on your arm as I am talking to you. He says, “I am with you.
” He is very emotional, and he says (to me) “This is my son.”

  He describes his chest, lungs, breathing, and he had problems in this area for a while before he passed over, and it was very debilitating. He says he kept on going despite it.

  M: Yes, he did.

  R: He says he wouldn't give in and fought like hell.

  M: Yes, that's right.

  R: He says, “This is my son. I did not want to leave you, I did not want to leave you.” He is holding on to your arm. I see him, and over and over he says, “This is my son. Tell him I did not want to leave him.”

  M: I understand.

  R: He is getting very emotional and says that he is so excited to be here to talk with you, and the first thing he now wants to do is to talk of your mother (pause) and your sister?

  M: Yes.

  R: (Now turning to G) I also see a lady standing just behind your chair. She tells me that she is your mother. I have spoken with her before. She has her hand on your shoulder … wait… I now have a whole crowd of people here (I hope we have more than one tape). Standing next to your mother is a woman who is very small. A very little lady. Her hair is graying. I don't hear her at all. So far she is just watching. I see black lace draped over her head. Now I hear her say, “I'm from the old country.”

  G: I think I know who that might be.

  R: Now I have to come back to your father (points to M). He has waited a long time to talk to you and is a little impatient to get on.

  M: Okay, okay, that's great.

  R: Your father tells me that you have been very apprehensive about doing this (communicating) and that even this morning you nearly backed out.

  M: (Laughing) Yes, that's true.

  R: He tells me that you are a little nervous about what you might hear. He places his hand on your arm and says, “Don't worry, we will be fine, just fine.”

  Now, once again, he talks of your mother. The feeling I get from him as he talks now, describing your mother as lively and active, living a full life, is unusual in that the emotion, the caring, and the love for her is so strong. He talks of her tears and her pain since his passing and of her struggle to stay bright. Tell her that he is often with her in the night when she cries, and that he sees her pain. She sees him, she knows that she sees him.