Is Gregory Peck resting in peace?

18 07 2011

This morning I awoke with Gregory Peck‘s name on my mind and after I had shaken myself awake found myself speaking directly to him – or rather him to me!  Below is a picture of the film actor, taken from Gentleman’s Agreement (1947): He was one of 20th Century Fox’s most popular film stars from the 1940s to the 1960’s

Gregory Peck  “Can’t somebody open a window…It’s so darn HOT in here!…”  (I knew he didn’t refer to my bedroom as we sleep with the window open and it was a cool morning)  He seemed to be in a sort of coma; unable to communicate in the normal way but able to speak to me on the etheric wavelength.  Then his spirit retracted again….and my husband called me for breakfast and the morning’s events took over.  I mentioned this phenomena to my friend Julie that lunchtime, thinking that Gregory Peck must be on the verge of leaving this world but she said she thought he had already passed on.  A real mystery!

At 10.30 pm this evening I found a quiet moment to dowse for his spirit and once again he was complaining that he was stifled; he couldn’t breathe.

Gregory Peck“Open my tomb; I’m suffocating!” 

As my dowser picked up speed in communion with his rising spirit, I literally saw an angel “opening my tomb so that I can breathe again!!”  His spirit flew homewards at 10.42 pm on Monday 18 July 2011.  A minute or so later (time is different on the other side) I knew that if I wanted to catch an explanation from him now was the time, before he was taken off for ‘counselling’ and ‘wrapped in the blankets of love’.  Sure enough he spoke before I could ask any questions…

Gregory Peck:    “It’s magic!” he exclaimed; “You came with your sleigh and took me home.  Thankyou!”

Me:                          “Who was there to meet you?”

Gregory Peck:     (Sounded like) “The Ashes, Audrey Hepburn…Agnes, Greta and Felicity Brown (I saw many smiling faces, including English actor Cary Grant and an LBJ)

Me:                          “Were you in a coma?  Was yours a slow death?  Is this why you couldn’t rest in peace?

Gregory Peck:    “Pneumonia…bronchitis…Sad old man alone in my tomb” (Perhaps explaining how I had tuned in to his last moments, when he gasped for air, re-lived over and over, as is common with trapped spirits.  His time to speak with me was up and my dowser spun very fast as he returned to the heavenly realms for good this time)

I googled his name and found that he had died in 2003 aged 87 in his sleep – from ‘bronchopneumonia‘ and interestingly that he was ‘entombed in the Cathedral of Our Lady of the Angels Mauseleum in Los Angeles, California’ – also making sense of his feelings of suffocation and being stifled.  (“Open my tomb!”)  For some reason, his spirit was not able to leave his physical body and roam, as is the norm for most souls who remain earthbound after their deaths.

More research threw up the line (from Wikipedia) ‘Like Cary Grant before him, Peck spent the last few years of his life touring the world doing speaking engagements and signing autographs…‘ (Cary Grant (1904-1986) passed safely and was in the queue to welcome Peck back home).

Peck’s Irish-born paternal grandmother, Catherine Ashe, was related to Thomas Ashe, who took part in the Easter Rising when Peck was less than 3 weeks old and died while on hunger strike in 1917.  It is good to know that they were there with all the other Ashe’s (I heard correctly!) to welcome their grandson home to the Fold.  I also discovered that in life he was very close to actress Audrey Hepburn.   The LBJ was Lyndon Baines Johnson (1908 – 1973), the 36th President of the USA who, it transpired, awarded Gregory Peck a Presidential Medal of Freedom, the nation’s highest civilian honour.  No doubt he is pinning yet another to his chest as we speak!

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Lost soul whose memories lay in a horse chestnut tree

6 07 2011

Taking a break from my blogs and my constant work with spirit rescue, I took Sam the dog for a life sustaining walk in nature, admiring the diverse trees lining the streets, such as the beautiful red copper beech whose canopy contrasted stunningly with the azure blue sky as we passed.  I exercised my memory by addressing each variety of tree, such as the happy yellow forsythia, the slightly aloof lime with the heart shaped leaves and, down a quiet leafy lane in West Bridgford, an enormous old and spreading chestnut tree who, it has to be said, is always rather grumpy and not particularly interested in responding to my compliments about its beautiful self.   I always felt the urge to loiter under this wonderful tree, perhaps drawn by the aura of sadness about him.

Today, however, I heard an explanation from Spirit by way of  ‘health and safety’ and immediately cottoned on to the immense loss he felt that today’s children no longer scrambled and played in his branches. As I gazed into the centre of his vast trunk I was shown a bygone era where happy, knee-scraped, excited children, lost in a world of play and imagination scrambled in his supporting arms.

A little girl named Miriam, her wild blonde hair having escaped from its tight plaits, clambered confidently with bare feet and grubby arms and legs in this beautiful spreading Chestnut tree.  Her snotty nose and old 1930’s cardigan spoke volumes of her carefree ‘unsupervised-by-adults’ childhood.  Then there was a flash-flash-flash through time as I was shown how Miriam ended her days in a nursing home, lonely but reminiscing about those good old carefree days when she and her chums lost themselves in a world of freedom and nature.  She had straight white hair, thinly combed to her gaunt face.  I knew immediately that she had passed away but still remained lost in her childhood dreams and had not yet passed into the light.  I had no clue to how long she had loitered on the earth plane and took out my trusty dowser – it’s chain invariably dangling from my jeans for times such as this – and stood there in the privacy of that quiet lane, with only Nature to witness the release of that old lady’s dreams of freeedom and happiness, to the only place she could repeat those childhood experiences to her heart’s content!

As for that beautiful Horse Chestnut Tree – synonimous with childhood – his Spirit was glad to have ‘sustained’ that young girl’s spirit, holding her in his arms until such time as she could be returned to her true home.  He still, however, mourns for the old days, when life was free from the restrictions of health and safety and human children revelled in his playground.  “And so say all of us!” sang a chorus of well-wishers from the other side, including a young again Miriam.








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