Is Abraham Lincoln resting in Peace?

21 03 2013

In yet another remarkable act of serendipity, during a client’s third visit she told me that her mother had died in the few weeks since I had seen her, closely followed by her aunt.  Seeking to reassure her of their safe arrival on the other side, I saw the two of them, arms linked, heads together and apparently ‘knitting’ on the other side It became apparent that they were sitting on a picnic rug with several other ‘family’ souls, one of whom was holding a phial and ‘concocting’ something…

My father was a doctor…” said my client

…another said he was a ‘horologist’ (clockmaker).  I then saw a net catching a butterfly and an ephigy of Abraham Lincoln, complete with top hat and clothes of his time…

“Strange,” agreed my client…

…then I saw a large white sheet with a red cross in the middle and my client’s mum on the other side ‘wrapped’ her daughter in this, sending her love.  My client cried tears of joy at this point, saying her mother had been a nurse.  But what of Abraham Lincoln?  What was he doing on that picnic rug?  Did my client have any connection with America?

“My sister and I went to a Quaker school for two years?” she offered. (Like energy attracts like energy)

I picked up my dowser to see if he was resting in peace and to my amazement he had not yet passed and immediately took advantage of the re-connection to the light.  I caught him safely like a butterfly in a net and within seconds he was being welcomed into the loving hands of the Red Cross nurses on the other side, including my client’s Mum. It was now obvious that I’d been shown an effigy of Abraham Lincoln because he was ‘missing from home’; horology is taken from the Greek for ‘the study of time’; the metaphor for a butterfly is a spirit, so I needed to traverse time to rescue Lincoln’s spirit in my net!  Imagine my excitement when he granted me a few words!

“Have I just rested your spirit sir?”

“Ultimate achievement.  Well done.”

Why did you become stuck on the earthplane after your death?”

Terror.  My bones.  The bullet stopped me in my tracks but I lived on.  I panicked.  I am now enlightened…” (A huge crowd of people waited in line to welcome him home; unsurprisingly perhaps, one of them was President John Kennedy!)

“Was it part of your pre-birth commitment to experience being an earthbound spirit?”

NO! I slipped up.  Heavens above, it was all my own fault.  Raving lunatic took my life.  How could I let it go? Stunned….Unexpected.  Senate awaited…Too much to do…Roaring success.  How could I leave adoration of people?” 

And your experience of being trapped on earth?”

“Tumbleweed; rolling on and on…. To the painted desert.  Dry throat/could not communicate/breathe. (I see a skull in a dry desert)  Vultures.  My spirit left to rot….  But now I am doing the salsa!!  I love to dance again with Life!” (Amusingly, I see him dancing with someone named Henry Halleck (1815-1872) who I later find was his General-in-Chief in 1862; a US Army Officer, scholar and lawyer.  Early on in the American Civil War he was a senior Union Army Commander.)  Lincoln then burst forth:Get out your guns, aim and fire spiritual truth at the minions! He stood on his soapbox in the sky and shook his fist: “There is movement towards greener grass (spiritual wellness).  Cider drinking varmints, gross public indecency, loud mouthed beurocrats, walloping trade wars… Ban this; ban that… Wars of the Roses all over again.  Off the rails!  (My dowser spun constantly for approximately a minute, clearing something negative with regard to Unions/Unity and ‘disregard for others’)

Lincoln’s wife Mary, full of joy, thanked me for being eager to help her husband.

“Are all your friends and family present and correct?” I asked, in case I could be of further assistance.

“Incumbrance, natural incumbrance…” was Lincoln’s strange reply, before he left for the last time to catch up on the 148 years since his death.   Naturally, I looked up the word ‘incumbrance’ and as well as meaning something that impedes or is burdensome or a hindrance (ie him becoming trapped on earth) it also has a rare meaning of ‘a dependent person, especially a child.’  Losing three of his four children had been a great burden to Lincoln and his wife during their lifetime, causing great melancholy and depression.

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Can a porcelein figure contain lost souls?

11 03 2013

As promised, I recently accompanied my son to the Toy & Train Collector’s Fair in Donington, which turned out to be a great day of serendipity.  It is always fascinating to wander around reminiscing about my own childhood and as my son chatted animatedly to a stall holder about the history of Lego, I thought about the Cinderella figurine I had been given, along with my very first Timex watch, in the 1960’s.  Would any of the the delicate porcelein figurines have survived fifty years to end up at a fair I wondered?  Then I saw her!  P1050273Standing alone on the top shelf of a dealer’s stall was the beautiful blonde princess in the blue dress of my memories.  I could barely believe it!  Dare I ask the dealer how much?  To my delight, he was thrilled that I remembered the Timex watch with the blue nylon strap that accompanied this little lady as other potential buyers had  apparently looked askansed at the idea when he’d given them the history.  £7 and she was mine! But what has this to do with earthbound spirits you may ask?

Everything contains energy as it is made of atoms – from the settee that you sit on every day to the everyday objects that you use or the homes that you live in and of course our own physical, emotional and spiritual bodies. When you sit in that settee you are imprinting your OWN energies into it, just as everything you touch, sleep in, live in or interact with. I dowsed this young lady and sure enough, somewhere along her history, she had picked up (in her vibrational atoms) a little negativity, which I cleared. Immediately, ELEVEN earthbound spirits left – amazingly people connected to her in some way over the last 50 or so years of her existence – including the grandmother of her owner and some of her friends ‘missing from home’ !  Her energies contained the imprints of  when she was created in the factory to the shop in which she was sold to the home in which she was no doubt loved by that little girld like me in the ’60′s! Then of course there was the distance she had travelled to get to my dowser. A jumble sale perhaps, where the dealer picked her up? In other words, everywhere she had travelled, anyone who had touched her, any place she had stood – all being energy that can be dowsed and released.  Fascinating stuff isn’t it? 🙂

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Please don’t ignore my Loving Adventures with the world of Earthbound Spirits!

3 03 2013

The subject of death is not all doom and gloom I can assure those who never dare glance at any of my Blogs! The following examples might just tempt you to see that I work from UNCONDITIONAL LOVE, which brings with it JOY and HUMOUR too…

Love with all your Heart!

Love with all your Heart!

When a person dies and does not quite reach the other side (the place to which we all return after our physical body can no longer sustain our spirit), they become trapped in a no-man’s land, often attaching to places or people with whom they were associated during their lifetimes. When someone attending my spiritual support group (now disbanded because of my huge workload), for example, asked me whether their recently deceased Dad was ‘okay?’, my dowser flung itself backwards and forwards, indicating an exuberant ‘yes, yes, yes!’ – and not only was he happily settled on the other side, but he had found that Aunt Nelly (“Oh, yes, Dad did have an Aunt Nelly!”) was missing from home and needed assistance to leave.  The joy of helping just one soul missing from Home is indescribable!

One regular attendee brought along her lady boss, who was inquisitive but not quite a believer, and when I honed in on her heart centre I found several earthbound spirits had become attached to her so moved them over in a huge vortex of joy, accompanied by the sound of ‘oompah-pah, oompah-pah’! Her eyes immediately welled up and there was a stunned silence as she was choked with emotion. I apologised that I may have inadvertently upset her but she replied “It’s okay…it’s alright,” grabbing another tissue… “It’s just that my father-in-law died recently – and he was the leader of a big brass band…!” Safely on the other side after his death, he had gathered missing friends and family inside the heart centre of his beloved daughter-in-law, knowing she would be attending the meeting and that they would all be safely reunited once more.

Often a joke or two or a short message is channelled, raising a chortle amongst the ladies, whose eyes were glued to the antics of my dowser.  This swings in various modes, performing chaotic bounces in the air when a particular ‘ghost’ has a lot to complain about or does not particularly want to be helped on their way! We all have free will, even after death, and I will never force a trapped soul to leave, but merely attract their attention to any waiting relatives on the other side and if that doesn’t work, remind them that if they don’t take this opportunity to leave, when their surviving family in turn pass on they will be devastated to find him or her missing from home, inevitably too late! Huge batches of particularly strong spirits require me to cling determinedly to my dowser and often it will stop dead immediately afterwards as rescue workers on the other side check that all have been delivered safely to their original home….. It will then swing gently to and fro in confirmation.

Once night only three ladies turned up the group due to the fact it was polling night 2010. (Labour were to be ousted from governmental charge and Conservative and Liberal Democrats to have joint responsibilities in running the country.)  I don’t generally classify myself as a medium offering such services, but that night I found myself opening my mouth and speaking without thinking, asking if anyone knew anyone on the other side who might be tuning in and could have a message. “My Dad?” asked one of them. It was the father of the lady whose Aunt Nelly had been missing from home but was now joyfully in her right place on the other side.

Immediately, her father sang the first few lines of a classical overture, which I obligingly repeated for his daughter, accompanied by an invisible baton in the air. Her eyes welled up. Then he looked inside a brown coat jacket and indicated something was in his pocket. It was a pipe. His daughter raised her hand to her mouth and took a gulp. “Dad died of cancer of the oesophagus due to smoking a pipe. He also had a great passion for Beethoven and that piece you sung was his favourite. He used to sit and listen to it in raptures, using a pretend baton to conduct.” At the next meeting he wore a kilt (‘Oh yes, mum and dad used to go to Scotland every year – although dad never wore a kilt. Obviously he is trying something new!) Then he showed me a bag and fished out lots of little objects. He juggled them in the air and looking closer I realised they were pipes. He obviously had a brilliant sense of humour as this was his way of telling his daughter he was also learning to play the (bag)pipes!

The conductor of my own orchestra continues to help both those on this side of the veil to believe in the continuance of the soul and those who have become trapped on earth and need directing to the heavenly choir stalls in order to continue the journeys of their lifetimes. An unseen finger and thumb turns the page carefully to introduce me to my next performance.  I hope you have enjoyed this little foray into the life and works of a Christian lady with God’s work to do, regardless of others’ judgment 🙂








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