The power of granny’s mind over matter!

11 08 2010

Part four:

Whilst the body is no longer the vehicle for our journey on earth and is therefore redundant after death, the mind – with all its memories (good and bad) – remains part of the spirit’s back-pack if you like.  Once safely home on the other side this back-pack will be opened and every little thought, word and deed analysed by the owner.  As I have already revealed (in the last three parts of this story) Granny was a feisty one, with a very determined nature and powerful presence, particularly when still alive – so what had changed?

People are naturally scared of  ghosts because to ‘haunt’ their previous homes and accompany their loved ones to places without the dense, physical body of their former selves seems quite bizarre to the human psyche.  To understand that we are using the dense and growing physicality of a body to house our developing spirit, from the day we are born to the day we die, is one thing, but to be convinced that there is a still living ‘other part’ of us  that survives (much lighter in energy and spinning at a higher vibration, with emotional, spiritual and even psychic levels which spin even fasteris not generally talked about among the level-headed, religious and scientifically minded fraternity.  Yet Sheila belonged to all those latter groups – and in death was determined to prove that the mind and the spirit live on!

She hung around for 3 months, her trade mark being a white ‘flash’ of energy most often seen by our daughter and usually when in a ‘sticky’ situation, whether working behind the counter when a ‘difficult’ customer entered the shop in which she worked or during exams when she felt her grandmother’s presence strongly encourage her towards the right answer when she was torn between two! (A great scholar, granny would never advocate cheating!)  But the most incredible acts of ‘magic’ that Sheila performed were months and even years after she finally decided to move over:

Enroute to London (a place granny loved beyond all others) to celebrate Laura’s 18th birthday the following  Christmas we stopped at a motorway services for a break.  It was raining heavily so I pulled into a parking lot as close to the building as possible while the other three passengers – Laura, her boyfriend Leigh and my husband Michael – fumbled inside the claustrophobic vehicle for brollies in order to make a dash for it…But as I opened the driver’s door, there on the paving – as though they had been placed there a split second earlier – were three absolutely bone-dry newly minted IRISH coins!! 

“Oh, I see granny’s come with us!” I laughed, picking up the precious coins and keeping them safely in my palm until I could gather the others to witness this miracle of mind-creating-matter!

Good grief…they’re not even wet!” said Michael. Leigh, not yet used to the strange ways of our family, just took in the vision of three perfect Irish coins in my palm and the fact that Laura’s granny was Irish through and through and loved travelling to London with the family in her ‘living’ days….  The coins looked all shiny and had Irish markings – one each of copper, silver and bronze colours – and wishing to keep them safely for obvious reasons Michael tucked them firmly into the tightly skinned compartment contained deep within his wallet and we went on our way….

It was not until 3 days later that one of us suddenly remembered what had happened and Michael exclaimed in excitement, rushing to retrieve his wallet.  All three coins had gone.  De-materialised as mysteriously as they had materialised! We can’t say we were not disappointed, but we can say that all four of us witnessed a physical manifestation of Sheila’s ‘after life evidence’ from a very determined woman!

To be continued:

The Charge of the Light Brigade!

21 02 2010

Those of you who follow my adventures with spirit will know that Lord  Alfred Tennyson was not resting in peace (see last blog) and between myself and my spiritual helpers we were able to point him homewards towards the light.  A day or two later I tuned back into his spirit to see if he had anything to share in this blog and to my surprise he handed me over to a Lord Cardigan, who led the Charge of the Light Brigade!   (Tennyson wrote a famous poem on this subject) Often those who have a need to pass on a message to mankind return to dictate their thoughts and the following is a transcription taken on 12th February 2010… 

I tripped; I thundered.   It was of no consequence to me at the time.  I trampled men underfoot in my strive for perfection in technique on the battlefield (of life).  I was/am no unsung heroMy operations were elaborate.  I generated greed and hatred all in the name of sovereignty”…At this moment my face tingled and a large batch of landowners moved over.... “It was all nonsensical!  I harboured!”… a batch of Russian casualties, earthbound to this day, moved across to the light (helped by the real charge of the Light Brigade)…72 wounded and missing from Home.  “Reservist army, clobbered.  I made a bloody mountain out of a mischievous molehill.” ..Another 5 souls are lifted from the tunnel of darkness… “Extenuating circumstances… Elaborate operations with blunderbusses!”... Another 2 ‘blasted’…Misunderstandings!  I have since battled with my own  mountainous journey homewards – My soul’s  need  to conquer the battlefields of my own mind!  Supposition has been gained.  The door has been swung shut.  I have opined sufficiently.  All comrades are reunited in the Glory of God.  Another battle over.  In the deep cesspool of humanity’s history there have been many errors made, errant past, erroneous and inhumane deeds.  Notice is hereby given.  (I see a white flag of truce)  Enough sacrifice!  Surrender to your Higher Selves.”

(The Charge of the Light Brigade was a disastrous charge of British cavalry led by the 7th Earl of Cardigan KCB (1797-1868) – against Russian forces during the Battle of Balaclava on 25/10/1854)

He drew a line across his throat.

After sharing this with my husband he said “remember those pistols from the Crimean War which you did psychometry on a few years back?” (Being a woman (ha ha) I had not connected the ‘Crimean War’ with the Battle of Balaclava until now!)  A collector of antique arms, upon hearing of my unusual abilities, showed me a cased pair of percussion pistols and asked for my opinion on them, even though he had inherited their written prominence.  (Obviously it was a test!)  As soon as I handled the first pistol I knew it had not been used to take a person’s life, but the second was different.  I closed my eyes and saw a Victorian London street, I could see drains on the cobbled street and looking up there were steps leading up to a big house.  I was looking through the eyes of a lady in long skirts carrying a basket on my left arm, inside which was a cabbage. (“That was you, my dear” came a voice as I typed this…and a large batch of earthbound spirits from this time were lifted in a vortex of love)…I walked up the steps and into the house, stopping on my left to open a door to the Master’s room.  I saw a gentleman at a desk, silhouetted against the light window, and told him I had got a cabbage and would make some soup and he was very pleased!  Then there was a whooshing sound and a swirling sensation as I had moved forward a number of years in time.  I was now observing from the back of a chapel or church, the same man with his back to me stood alongside his wife, who had a lacey veil over her head, and between them I could see a baby being christened at a stone font.  The baby’s name was ‘William’.  Then there followed another whoosh and I saw a ship sailing on the high seas and then a battle. I opened my eyes again and carefully handed back the (very expensive) pistols…

The owner of these collectables then revealed (with shock all over his face!) that what I had seen in my vision matched exactly with the documentary evidence he had in respect of the original owner of the pistols.  In particular that they belonged to a titled Londoner named William who had used them in the Crimean War. (I think I passed the test!)

With grateful thanks to my very special friend, whose husband once more carried the charge of the Light Brigade forward (via his energy field) to help us on more successful spirit rescue missions!

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