Why hadn’t George Formby (1904 – 1961) gone home?

3 10 2015

George Formby‘s lost soul appeared to me last week, wandering on a misty cobbled street. George was a singer-songwriter and comedian who became known to a worldwide audience through his films of the 1930s and 1940s.

“About time young lady!” he moaned, “I’ve been waiting long enough!”  What could he mean? Ironically, the penny dropped. On a recent amble along Cleethorpes’ Promenade with Mum we came across three gorgeous boy triplets being strapped into a mini fire engine by their proud parents and once they ‘dropped the penny into the slot’ we moved on, but not before I heard the mother ask ‘Is George strapped in properly?‘…Back home, a close relative was researching baby names and was looking under Kings…And naturally George came up again.  I also mentioned to her that my husband wanted our daughter, if she’d been a boy of course, to be named George but back in 1983 it had reminded me of an elderly gentleman wearing bicycle clips! ~  Oh how fashions change, as it is obviously a very popular boys’ name once again! In other words, George Formby’s spirit had become attracted to me on yet another like-attracts-like basis.

Back to that night, when the Law of Attraction had brought this genius of a British entertainer to my bedside, he grinned widely, stuck his nose skyward and took off into the light!  The best was yet to come as within seconds I saw him receiving a tumultuous welcome from hoards of fans on the other side ~ including, YES, including my own dear father who had passed only 6 months ago!  The feeling was of such overwhelming love that I could hardly contain it.  I overflowed with every emotion possible ~ amazement, gratitude, peace, total Oneness with the universe ~ It was almost too much to bear in its entirety….and imagine how I then felt when not only George started to play his ukulele but EVERYONE joined in playing and sang to ME!!! ~ Oh Boy! …

“I was leaning on a lamp post at the corner of the street when a certain little lady walked by…Oh me; oh MY…”  It was George’s way of thanking me for lighting the way home.  What was even more poignant was that when he was alive my Dad had asked me to find out the name of his guardian angel, who described him (my Dad) as a ‘lamp lighter’! ❤

It had been a while since I had glimpsed Heaven.  The whole crowd was floating on a white cloud of love, enveloped behind by a beautiful wild flower meadow.  It pulled at my own soul.  Imagine being dragged from your Home and back down to earth because there was so much work you had promised to do.  It sure was hard, especially as they sang this song to me as a Tribute.  I was so touched and grateful!  But then it was time to ask George a question.  He put down his Ukulele and pre-empting my question said ‘I was waiting for me medals!!…‘  I was about to ask why he stayed too long after his death (over 3 months, meaning the route home had become too faint to follow)

What do you mean?” I asked...

“I thought they would give me more medals!”  That was it.  The curtain was closed and I was left to do some research on a man whose name was so familiar but all I knew was that he was a singer who played the ukulele and perhaps an actor?

Research taken from  http://georgeformby.org/biography/war-years/ now made sense of his words…

‘In all, he and Beryl (his wife) are estimated to have personally entertained over 3 million troops. He received a modest (and surely inadequate) OBE for his heroic efforts. Beryl, shockingly, received nothing…. his wartime work with Beryl, both with the troops abroad and civilians at home that should ensure his place as one of the greatest (and certainly the bravest) British entertainers of all time’

What an honour it was!

  

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Ghostly C19th soldier spills rum on my Christmas cake!

6 11 2012

Every week I’ve carefully spooned a teaspoon of rum onto my homemade Christmas cake (the first I’ve ever made) and this weekend I carefully balanced the rim of the bottle on the teaspoon to do the same.  Whoops!  Some invisible being suddenly nudged my elbow, causing at least 2 tablespoons to splosh all over it.  I laughed it off, thinking the family would be in for a boozy surprise come Christmas day…

I joined my husband in another room for a cuppa, laughingly telling him that ‘someone’ was having a joke but he was pre-occupied with reading a book named Rifleman Costello (1841) about a friend of Costello’s, Tom Crawley, who thought he had seen the ghost of a Portugese soldier who had been killed at the Battle of Busaco during the Peninsular War. 

As I always do, I took out my dowser to check that the said ghost – if he did exist – was resting in peace and suddenly my husband gasped, having read on…  “IS he?” he asked.

“No,” I said, “so I’ve just passed him over, along with 6 other Portugese soldiers from that war who didn’t make it Home.

“Well listen to this he continued, reading from the book: ‘Tom Crawley recognised the ghost  soldier as he was a popular  Portugese who used to sell rum to the troops!‘ 

So it was the ghost of  that rum seller who had nudged my arm, leading me to find and help not only his lost spirit but many others:  I then dowsed the Battle of Busaco, as I had not heard of it before so never checked for casualties left behind, and sure enough 16 more lost souls were lifted, so grateful to have been found after over 200 years in purgatory.

When I also dowsed the ‘Peninsular War’ a huge amount of physical and emotional stress was removed from the land associated with the war and another 22 soldiers followed.  One of them looked as though he had material or some sort of garb draped about his head and shoulders so I assumed he was an Arab, but Michael said in the Peninsula War people used anything they could get their hands on such as leopard skins for example. I never cease to be educated – history was never my best subject at school!

I then spent another 20 mts clearing deeper levels of stress from the lands on which ‘atrocities’ were committed – on not only the physical but the emotional, spiritual, psychic and even higher layers.  In between these layers were pockets of lost souls amounting to another 17 earthbound souls who had been fighting the French.

In summary, the atrocities committed during the Peninsular war left energy blockages in the land, with lost souls sandwiched between.  The British and others were fighting the French as Napolean was trying to put one of his relatives on the throne of Spain so that he would control the whole area.  I had already dowsed Napolean’s army in the past, which explains why I found no ghosts on the French side!

When we tuck into our boozy Christmas cake then we will have to toast all those who were risen to new life all because of an ‘unknown’ rum seller 🙂 guided to my kitchen through the law of attraction!








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