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Perhaps this letter is about the way spirit family and friends try to 'nudge' us into investigating our spychic selves...? What do you think? ***************** Dear Stella, What bought me into Spiritualism? Gosh, it's a long story! These are just some of many incidences that intrigued me. I have always felt there was something more going on, my dad used to always question me about whom I was talking to in my bedroom, and I used to think he was criticising me! Then when I was aged 13 he told me he had been married before to a lady that died, and that my room had been their room, and he told me about his encounter with a ghost and because it was my dad who told me I knew it was true.
Then, a few years later he was on a life support machine and we were told that was it, he would die, and they switched off the machines. Anyway, my dad stuck in there and didn't go anywhere, but as he was coming round over the next few days he spoke of meeting his first wife at a gate in a garden in such amazing detail. My mum made notes on this as it was so amazing, however, later on when he had recovered he had no recollection of any of this but was spellbound when my mum told him what he'd said. My mother in law used to attend the Bradford church and would pass on messages, my marriage was mentioned and then another well known medium called Margaret Hall told her we would get the keys for the house at the end of March, we politely explained to her that it wasn't possible as we were no longer going for the house as we were £1000 short. Anyway, someone WAS watching over us as my husband happened to win exactly £1000 a few days later, not a penny more or less, so he went straight to the building society and yes we moved in at the end of March. However, by this time I was studying Scientific and Natural History Illustration which was strange as I was getting an even closer affinity with nature, yet I had Biology and science tutors telling me it was all ‘purely Scientific’. My brother is an atheist Physician that also didn't help my quest for the truth. I then found myself trapped in a horrendous job and would pray for a way out as I didn't have the guts to just walk out. When I found I was pregnant it came as a BIG shock, but at least I had my way out, we decided to move back to Yorkshire and the company gave me a transfer. I was aware that the workload was dangerous to my baby but again, was too stressed out to find a way out … until one morning my car didn't start straight away. It was the only time this had ever happened and I was miffed. Then it did start and I set off. Just before I got onto the motorway a gi-nourmous wagon pull right into the front of my car. There just happened to be a policeman a few yards away and he said if I had been a few seconds earlier the car, my baby and I would have been write offs. As it was we were discharged from hospital shaken but with a realisation of just how precious this little baby was. I now know that she is one of the best things that have happened to me, and if she hadn't come along I am sure I would have died from stress! Needless to say the accident meant that I got to leave immediately and I never went back.
Nearly 2 years later…
… and with a newborn baby I began to lose my sight and became partially paralysed, I was diagnosed with M.S. I was quite certain that I was being supported by more than the medical staff, and they were all totally amazed by my positive, cheery attitude. Treatment slowly bought my sight back, and since than I take in every freckle on a face, and every detail of my family and the world. My strength improved and we decided to never put anything off again and had our first holiday in years. I began attending church regularly and was so overjoyed to find like-minded people. However I was really disappointed with my first messages, as they didn't mean anything to me. Luckily I wrote them all down and after 6 months read back through them and WOW, I understood everything and after that I found that I could understand my messages immediately. However … I still needed confirmation.
It was my birthday …
… and the first full day of our holiday and my M.S. decided to give me a bout of Trigeminal Neuralgia. The pain in my cheek was unbearable and there was nothing I could do, I was in bed writhing in agony praying for an end to it. My Nan walked in the room …...yet she had died a few years before. I knew it was her and I wasn't at all frightened and also couldn't be rude, and it was so lovely to see her.........so I said “You're not supposed to be here …...but you are, so you'd better come in". She never said a word but walked towards me and as she did I reached out and touched her hands, her face, everything she was so solid. It was so nice to do this again after so long and she was just how I remembered. Then she simply leant forward and kissed my cheek and as she did, the pain disappeared and then so did she …... Words can't describe how I felt but when I went downstairs everyone could see before I said a word, that SOMETHING amazing had happened. Armed with my proof I went back to church and asked to learn more. I was put in your awareness group, Stella, and have continued to progress since. (Hence the ‘Thank you!’ I sent.) What I have learnt … … is that sometimes you think you know where you're going, but something comes along completely out of the blue to send you down a totally different path. However, this isn't the wrong path, just different, and better. Anyway Stella, I think I've just written my autobiography! So I will say goodbye for now, but not until I have sent you all my love and best wishes, Dawn.
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