Personal Responsibility         July 2008

One of the seven principles, today personally the true meaning of this really hit home.

Yesterday, I finally untied the apron  strings to my son, Simon. He was 31 years of age
yesterday, a heroin and crack addict for many years, who has been in and out of prison
several times and cleaned himself up on a few occasions, the situation is very much like
being on a roll coaster, you think that they are going to be ok and get their life together.
And then they go back onto drugs. I try not to judge him, it is very difficult, he made that
choice, but because we as mothers want to mother them and protect them. I am trying
very hard to detach myself.

I decided a couple of months ago that enough was enough, I had the right to a life without
the fear of the police and the problems that came with the territory. I am a spiritual healer
and drugs do not fit into my way of life. I stopped giving my son money to feed his habit
and stopped feeding him as it was costing me all of my wages and more, I must have
spent thousand of pounds on him over the years. He was on benefits but most of that
money went on drugs.

Yesterday, the police came and removed him from my premises, as I could take no more,
15 years is a long time. It was extremely hard, but I needed to do it for Simon's sake,
he needs to take personal responsibility for his own actions. By me changing my attitude
towards the problem it may eventually enable him to change for the better, as I have
altered the pattern of our daily life. I have taken myself OFF the monopoly board "go to
Jail" then "Home" repeating the same thing over and over again.

Thinking back I cannot tell you why or when the blinkers came off, and my thoughts
changed, but I know I owe my strength to SPIRIT they have carried me all my life
through a long hard journey and I have learned a lot.

My son will not speak to me at the moment and hates me, but I must not  give in I have
come this far and MUST not go back to the old ways again. It may be a long time before
he forgives me but I truly believe that one day he will understand and I will have my
son back, and I will see that he has gained the knowledge and strength by letting him go.
I dearly love him and will continue to send out healing for him but I cannot sit by and 
watch him kill himself with drugs.

Take care my son and may God protect you and surround you in his light and love.

A Caring mother
 

GOD'S LOVE 

Isn't it strange, when you start to think about different aspects of life
as a spiritualist, I'm always looking for the answers to do with the spirit side of life.

Take the time, when your mind knows healing works, but do we believe that it works not
89 or 99 percent, but a hundred percent. Well , I doubted this even though I have seen people
move frozen shoulders, and pain disappears from the joint's of the physical body. And a lady,
who was told to go to the doctors where during an examination the lady was sent to hospital
where she had an operation. Even when I am used as a healing  channel I still questioned,
the guides of energy who use me in this love.

Well one night I was on my way home from work. As I walked down the hill, which was steep.
I suddenly stopped in my tracks; for in front of me lying on the pavement making such
a sad noise of pain was a Robin redbreast. with it's wing bent at a strange angle, his claws
all screwed up. This was a Robin so fragile; people were walking by as if time had
become so precious, walking by oblivious to this scene unfolding before them. Well, I looked around
for something to place the little Robin on viewing this on the floor a chinese takeaway lid.
I placed the Robin on this flimsily piece of card. I thought I will leave this creature of God on the wall
at least then he will be out of harms way.

I was about to walk away when I was impressed to place my hand over the top of the Robin, 
in doing so he closed his eye and stopped crying. When I lifted my hand away he started to cry again,
so this time I placed both my hands over the Robin. I became aware of people walking and rushing by.
Even the cars were whisking by, the rustling of leaves from the trees. Then I joined my thoughts to God
and asked to take this Robin out of this pain and suffering. I thought to myself if this Robin survived,
I would believe that healing works hundred percent. I felt this energy, which came not from me, not from
the healing guides, but from the little Robin. I have never felt such energy before, well when I removed my 
hands and looked the Robin just shook it's self and flew off. Well I was so overcome with humbleness I started
to cry and thank God fo this experience of love .

So now I ask the guides of healing and give thanks that I'm used as a channel. 
Spirit has ways of showing us the way in life. 

D.J.Chapman
 

ANIMALS MAN AND THE SPIRIT
 

STILLNESS

Be still and know that I am God".

Perhaps most off us are frightened of stillness. Stillness we associate with boredom
or even depression. Is this because our stillness makes us think about ourselves
and our many problems?

As we travel along the path we notice the needs of others and we long to assistance.
We long to join this or that group in order that we may help our fellow- men. We long
to bring peace to our loved ones and we long to help and ease some of the worlds
suffering. Stillness seems out of place in a world where so many wrongs need to be
put right; in a world of so much suffering and anguish. Have we the time to be still in today's
world?

In spite of a deep longing to serve God through active service of some kind, we discover
many problems within our own lives, which hinder us from being active in the way we
wish to be active. These hindrances are many. it may be problems in the home, or ill health
or we may be hindered  by our personality, which may be of a nervous kind making us
prone to easy exhaustion. As we travel along the path seeking to serve others we may 
despair of all the problems, which hinder us.

Are we making the mistake of thinking that stillness is inactivity or laziness? are we frightened
of stillness because we do not know how to still? The present day world seems to have no place 
for stillness and yet this may be that the world needs at this time. Instead of increased activity,
the world may be crying out for increased stillness.

Try being really still. Then as you achieve this stillness realise that you are now completely with God .
Feel that you have left every fear and worry behind you and feel that you have put yourself
totally at God's service. Do not think about yourself or about your own inadequacies.
Think of yourself as kneeling quietly before God as you wait for God to find some use
for your services.In the stillness you have placed yourself utterly in God's hands
and you are asking him to use you in His way.

Be patient. It may be that God will use you as a peace-maker in his world. We so often
forget that we can be more active in our thinking than in any other way , because thoughts
are free and do not depend on material conditions. In our stillness we find God working through
us in order to bless and comfort our loved ones. In our stillness we will find God 
sending healing thoughts to those who are sick. In our stillness we will find God sending through
 us His thoughts of peace and we will notice these thoughts winging their way to far and wide
throughout the world. In our stillness God will show His truth and purpose. In our stillness
God will reveal to us Himself, so that we are able to see and recognise God in all that is around us.
In our stillness we discover a new world of activity.

With a new joyousness we can now stop worrying about all that seems to hinder and depress us. 
We can stop the feelings of guilt and feelings of inadequacy. without moving from our homes
we can enter the wonderful world of stillness in order that God may use us in the most active
of activities; God's wonderful world of thought. Without upsetting the pattern of our home life.
Without rushing  around and without the use of material help, we have become just what
we have always longed to be. We have become a truyly obedient' loving worker of God.

Our stillness brings us all the challenges that we need. In fact we find ourselves working 
more and more for God as we kneel more frequently before Him in perfect stillness. in 
our stillness God has come to us and in our stillness we have gone to God. 

Tracey
 
 
 

FIRE THE GRID

The Story 

We are now in a time when natural disasters like hurricanes, earthquakes,
and tidal waves are dramatically affecting our planet, and our lives on it.
We now have the power to destroy this beautiful Earth quickly, with atomic power,
or more slowly, with pollution and devastation of our resources, and overpopulation.
I have been guided to tell you that we also have the very real power to save this planet,
and to make it a loving and healthy place for ourselves and for future generations.
Please take a few minutes to read my story. It will hopefully save our Earth.

I have a story to tell you that I know will be hard to believe in parts, but it has happened to me,
and I cannot erase or deny any of it (though at times I wish I could). I am a "normal" 
woman who grew up in simple yet chaotic times. I am much like you in most every way.
I always thought I would be the last one to have a miracle occur in her life,
much less two miracles, and all that has happened since. Therefore the tale I tell could
be of your life, and not mine. But seeing it is mine I guess I was meant to tell it.

What I want to establish first, is the fact that miracles do happen and they happen to people
like you and me. What we need to make these miracles happen is to open ourselves to
the communication that is all around us every day. Communication not from this world but
from the world of our creator, the cosmos and the universe. The message comes from a distance,
but you find it by going inside and believing. We can all create miracles within our lives,
and that is one of the main points in writing this for you. I have no special tricks.
Simply open yourself to the possibility that what I tell you is possible and that it is available to every person.

I will refer to God in many ways throughout this story. This is strange for me to refer to God
in any sense, as I believed he had abandoned me a very long time ago. But I will refer
to a prime creator of the cosmos and the universe, along with this earth that we live on every day.
I call God the Prime Creator, because I want all those to understand that this story
is completely unbiased and unprejudiced to any affiliation with any religion,
and the God of my understanding is not only an earthly God, but a universal God.
I will also refer to God as mother earth, Gaia, which I came to learn through this journey
is the female piece of God. As in everything that is in our universe, you must balance darkness
with light, peace with war, and recognize the two faces of God, the female and the male.
We are all pieces of this Prime Creator. We are a part of God.

Two miracles happened in Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada. My son and I drowned in a flooded
marsh and not only lived to tell the tale, but we are better than ever. I was "dead" for fifteen minutes.
I was told by beings of light how to save myself, and my small son. And I was given a message
on how to heal the Earth. 

As you are reading this I ask you with all my heart to open yourself to the possibility of what I say.
I feel it is imperative that we unite this world as one planet with one common goal - to establish
peace and prosperity for all, not just the select few who were blessed to be in the right
place at the right time. We are entering a new phase of humanity and what I will tell you
in this website will help us as a race to assimilate the changes that the future will bring.
I have not had God in my life for forty years. I did however, as a child,
chase the possibility of God. I felt that those people who had undying faith were the lucky ones,
and the fact that I believed in nothing made me the loser. As a child I often spoke to God,
but never felt heard or connected. It took life throwing me into a flooded marsh and drowning me,
to open my eyes to the reality of how much we are all connected to the Divine power.
It is showing up now more than ever. You can go on the internet and find thousands of hits
about the next phase of humanity, the era of enlightenment and the time of change.
These stories are in our religions and in the stories of the ancient cultures such as the Mayans,
the Egyptians and the Native Americans. We have all been waiting for the moment when things
would be different, for surely God will do something to save us from ourselves.
Well there is something in the works, but God is merely directing it through people like me,
and it will take the faith of people like you to create the reality. Once again I am getting ahead
of myself but in the messages I am receiving, I am being given a way for us all to
participate in a healing of mother earth, and a launching of the human race into a time of health,
peace and positive change. But for this to happen, you will need to sit in meditation
for just one hour of your life. 

I once heard in the star trek series "resistance is futile." I did not want to be a messenger for God,
but when God wishes our awakening, it will happen. So now I will tell you the truth
of what happened to me, after a car accident that occurred in Nov. 2002.

My son and I were travelling to a friend’s house for an afternoon of play, when disaster hit.
My car was swept into a flooded marsh after hydroplaning. The car landed upside down
in this boggy marsh, and sank to the bottom. I tried to open the car's windows,
but the power windows failed and we were trapped inside. I spoke with my tiny son
who was four at the time, and assured him that mommy would get him out. The car was filling up
quickly with the cold murky water and I held my son's coat tightly in my hand, while I waited
to be fully submerged. I hoped that I could open the door after the car equalized with water
and we would swim out. My final words to my little boy as the water came over his head
was "hold your breath honey; mommy will have us out soon". I watched him take a large gulp
of the remaining air, and the water took him. When I felt the last air pocket escape the car
I tried the door. It wouldn’t budge! The other door was equally stuck. I struggled with the doors
several times, to no avail. We were trapped and going to die. 

At this point I took Evan’s little body and pushed it over the seat, hoping beyond hope
that he would find air. As I struggled to free us from this coffin on wheels, I realized I had to breathe.
As I drank the deep breath of water into my lungs, the fiery feeling added panic to the moment.
I wanted my baby back and I swung my arms feverously about in an effort to find his body.
I couldn’t, and I needed to breathe again. That is when I heard a voice, a calm majestic voice,
directing me to relax. This voice cooed in my ear, reassuring me that all would be well.
I was infused with the knowledge that if I fought the water, my rescuers would not be able
to revive me when they arrived. The voice said that if I fought the water I would drown…no shit 
I thought, I get a wise ass ghost on my deathbed. The voice continued to give me instructions
about what was to happen, and that all would be well if I just followed the instructions.
I relinquished myself to this voice from beyond, and passed quietly into the other side.
While on the other side I saw beings of light, who once again assured me that my son
and I would not only get out of this car, but we would both be fine. They were definite
in explaining that I must follow instructions implicitly and not lose faith in their words.
I was told to have faith that I would be divinely directed, and I was. It took my rescuers
fifteen minutes to pull my lifeless body from that car, and another seven minutes of CPR
to revive me. As my body bolted upright, I blurted "get my baby out of the car". 
Twenty two minutes had passed, the rescuers jumped back into the freezing bog to retrieve
my son, knowing against hope, that he was dead. It took rescuers another five minutes 
or so to get my boy free from that car. His limp body was transported to the
IWK Children’s Hospital, where he was immediately hooked to every machine known to mankind. 
 

The team of emergency doctors and neurologists were waiting for me. 
They assured me that my sweet little boy was indeed brain dead, and in addition to this,
his internal organs were full of blood. He was haemorrhaging throughout his body
and his organs were non- viable. Things were the most bleak I have ever known.
That is when the voice came to me again. "Have faith child." The doctors advised me to unplug
my baby and let him pass peacefully, for even if a miracle happened and he did live, he would
be a vegetable. "No quality of life", is all I remember thinking. Once again I heard the voice,
"have faith". For that moment the doctors agreed to keep Evan on life support,
but advised me not to hold out any hope. He had less than one percent chance of living
and then he would continue to be hooked to all these machines for the rest of his life. 
Remember, I had no God, so I could not even call for guidance. It was in the quiet
of my first moment alone, that I was given the instructions. "Follow the instructions implicitly",
memories of the visions and the voice in the lake flooded back to me.
There was someone there with me, I was sure of it, and I decided to listen carefully.
I was instructed to rebuild my son’s aura by infusing his little body with the auras of others.
Twenty minutes at a time was one of the first rules; for if it was longer, you would drain
the aura of the giver. They instructed me to parade loving people through Evan's room,
each depositing their own energy field into his lifeless body. They were to do this by connecting
their flesh to his flesh and allowing their energy to run through his body, and then to give
Evan their “gift." If they sang, they were to sing. If they were story tellers, tell a story,
and so on. Infuse him with positive energy and your love and your talents, and this will revive him.

I proceeded against hospital protocol to send loving humans into my son’s room every half hour.
They then followed the instructions and gave their gift of love. This procession lasted
twenty four hours a day, for three days. Dozens and dozens of people came. They "camped out"
everyday and every night; loving trusting souls infusing his lifeless body with fresh energy.
The fact that I was able to convince the hospital to allow this unorthodox behaviour to happen
was a miracle in itself, but on the third day, after 72 hours of constant vigil, 
my boy opened his little eyes and recognized me. He was back!!!

The doctors were baffled. They continued to tell me that he would never walk or talk
or be a normal child again. However their words this time had no effect on me. 
The guidance and direction from my spiritual light beings had proved to me beyond a shadow
of a doubt that he would be fine; after all, my "friend" in the lake had told me so. 
Within the first week Evan had recovered all his body functions, and by the end of the second week,
he was running down the halls to the hospital playroom. This was indeed an incredible miracle.
What had I done to deserve such reprieve by our Almighty Creator? I didn’t know nor did I care. 
I wanted to take my son home and be done with the whole nightmare. 
This is when I realized that I might be done with my light friends, but they were not done with me. 
 

I continued to hear the voices and be directed with both visions and seeing auras. 
Needless to say, I was more than a little freaked out. As time passed I would ask 
"What do you want of me?" They would speak of the love for the universe and how things
have gone terribly wrong. Humanity has spiralled out of control, and has lost its true connection
to God and to this Earth. They want desperately for me to give the humans of this world
a message from "beyond," that we have inside of us the power to unite this planet as one race
with peace and prosperity for all. This power lies inside us all, and when combined with the loving
energy of other humans, we can do for this planet what we did for my son.
We can revive this Earth and catapult it into healing. With this healing will come a new phase of humanity.
We will have a time of peace and harmony. All it will take is our intention, 
as a united group, and one hour of our time. 

So as the voices and visions unravelled I was given the guidance of how to make this all happen.
However it will take many of us on this planet to see to the success of the project.
As they told me to rotate the humans through my son’s room, they have told me to unite
humanity from every corner of the globe. Not every human, just representatives from every corner.
We can do this. We need to unite enough people to fire the divine energy system of this planet
and jump start it like we did with my boy.

This global project of loving intention is completely possible. Your intention to make it happen 
can change the outcome of this planet. I will discuss the details of the plan in phase three
of this website. I will give you the directions to follow, and you will see how little it will take for you
to become an ambassador of light to our home, planet Earth. I beseech you to join me when we
fire the Earth grid on July 17, 2007 at 11:11 Greenwich Mean Time — 12:11 (12:11 PM)
in your time zone — , and add your energy to this project. I promise you, just one hour
of your time and you can help heal this planet, and help create peace among all people.
My son and I are examples of the power of positive energy, and what humans are truly capable
of when they unite with the intention of love.
Love is the universal language of our world, and the world beyond.

Light and love be with you and welcome to the next phase of humanity; 
be part of the excitement and please join us. 
 
 

 MOTHER'S SPIRIT LOVE

When one looses someone close to them, it becomes difficult to go on
with ones journey of life. But we do and we get stronger for this, so let me
tell you this story, we are many years down the line. I am now working 
for Spirit as a instrument of love, thorough my guide's, helpers and I thank
God and the light humbly that I can help others along my path.

I was relaxing with my thoughts in mediation, before I set out for Finchley 
church to serve when I sent out my prayers and light to others, when my 
thoughts went to my Mother who is in the spirit world.  This is where one can 
break down in tears, if we did not know that we pass onto the realms of 
spirit,  for I miss the the cuddle of the physical but I know Mum will be there
around me and would be with me at the service.

So off to the church I went, what a lovely service we had many messages
from those in the realms of spirit were excepted in love.  During this event
I was drawn to a lady sitting in the corner, evidence was given and received.
When I stopped in my tracks there was an image of my mother over shadowing
this lady that I could see.  I said to this lady that you look like my mother, then
as I said this my mother was by my side. We worked together within this service
then Mum moved to the chair then disappeared. After the service the lady came
over to me and asked did she really look like your mum, I said you were my mother.
So this lady said to me then I should give you a hug, then she wrapped her arms around me...
 

David Chapman
 
 
 

LEARNING TO GROW

Every soul must have a shadow, every day must have a night 
Every tide will turn and leave you, every season has it's night
From tiny streams to lakes and mountains
Every aspect has the same, Every soul must have a shadow
Every soul should know it's name, with rules unfixed it's your making
And you make it what you will, this way you have total freedom
Free to nourish, free to kill, and you're the only one who'll judge you
When it counts you'll make your mark, in the summer touch the sunshine
In the winter, when it's dark, every soul will have it's seasons
Every soul has to learn, from children, souls of heroes
Everyone will take their turn, for life's a gift, a chance to find that place of peace
Within your mind. And if you find it here on earth, you've touched the spirit of your birth
But every soul must have a shadow, never shrink from what you find
Turn it around and make it useful, knowledge stored within your mind
Memories of all you've been through, things of beauty you have seen
People met that learn to love you, despite the shadow they had seen

Sandra
 

THE BEGINNING 1926

 Kentish Town Spiritualists Church the first to be built in North London 

A very happy company of people gathered in Rochester - Square, Camden Road, on Saturday
afternoon , for the ceremony of cutting the sod of a plot purchased by the Kentish Town Spiritualist
Society for the building of their own church, the first to be built in North West London. The above
Society led by their hard-working and much respected hon. secretary, Mr. Ellis, and his wife,
has long outgrown its present meeting place in Prince of Wales crescent, Kentish Town. After
the singing of hymns, and the invocation, short speeches were made by Mr. and Mrs. Ellis,
Messrs. H. and R. Boddington, Miss Morse, and others. Mr. Daviss, Mrs. Coombs,
and Mrs. Beehag, the three members who had made it possible for the ground to be purchased,
then proceeded to turn the first spades full of earth. The singing of a hymn closed the eventful afternoon
 

NEW CHURCH OPENS  1927

On Good Friday, The Kentish Town Spiritualist Society, whose meetings have been held
at Prince of Wales- Crescent arranged services for the dedication and opening of their new Temple
in Rochester Square, Camden Road. In the morning the solemn and beautiful service was conducted 
most ably by Mr. Ernest Beard who, during his address, explained some of the principles and meaning
of Spiritualism. Mrs, Ellis the president, was in the chair. Mr, Ellis, hon secretary, said only twelve months
ago the negotiations were commended for the purchasing of the ground on which the finished Temple
now stood.  And he and co-workers were very proud and happy to have accomplished so much; but the 
necessity now arose for the congregation to do their part in giving freely to the building fund. a solo. The Great
Beyond sung by Mr. Fordham, was much appreciated, after which Mrs. Quinney gave "Flower" messages.

In the afternoon, the formal opening was conducted by Rev John Lamond D.D. who gave a very
interesting address. Again "Flower" messages were given. Tea was provided, at a nominal charge,
in the lecture room. At the evening service, the address was by Rev. J. J. Welch. Clairvoyant 
descriptions were given and a solo Mr. Watson. On Saturday evening Mr. Hannen Swaffer addressed
the meeting and gave some very interesting experiences in psychic happenings. On Sunday morning 
Miss Eva Clark gave an address on the subject of the Empty Tomb. In the afternoon a free healing
circle was held, to which visitors were made welcome. At the evening service Mr. G. Prior gave one
of his usual learned yet simple addresses to a large congregation. Later Miss Lilliewhite
gave clairvoyant descriptions. On Monday a tea, followed by a miscellaneous entertainment, brought
the weekend gatherings to a close. All the services and meetings were well attended and the collections were
for the building fund.
 
 

SOME THOUGHTS FOR THE MIND FROM PEOPLE OF HISTORY

Friendship needs no words. It is solitude delivered from the anguish of loneliness.

Dog Hammarkjold

You see things and you say Why? But I dream things that never were; and say Why not?

Thomas Edison

One must speak for life and growth amid all this mass of destruction and disintegration

Tis better to be a fool in sunshine than wise men in fog

New ideas can be good or bad, just the same as old ones.

Art is a mirror to reflect the world, but a hammer with which to shape it.

You cannot put your foot in the same river water twice.

Man's capacity for justice makes democracy possible, but man's inclination to injustice makes
democracy necessary.

The ultimate tragedy is not the oppression and cruelty of the bad people, but the silence over 
that by the good people.

Martin Luther King

In the middle of difficulty lies opportunity

A man of words and not deeds is like a garden full of weeds

It is necessary to blow out the other person's light to let your own shine

Worry is the interest paid on trouble, which has yet to arrive

The great use of life is to spend it for something that will outlast it

Silence is not only golden - it is seldom misquoted

A fool finds no pleasure in understanding, but delights in airing his won words

A man is sum of his actions, of what he has done, of what he can do. Nothing else.

As a man grows older and wiser, he talks less and says more

The true use of speech is not so much to express out wants as to conceal them

Of course truth is stranger than fiction. Fiction has to make sense

Mark Twain

History is an endless repetition of the wrong way of living
 

The Miracle Of Sound 

1986, for me, was a very challenging year. In September I had a phone call from my step-dad
to tell me that Mum had just been taken in to hospital, I was in London, so was able to get
to Bedford pretty quick. Over the next 3 months Mums condition sadly deteriorated,
although at one point thanks to very many prayers and healing it did look as if she
was becoming well enough to leave the hospital, but it wasn't to be. So often God has other
plans for us that we don't always understand, till they start to unfold.

In November '86 I had arrived back home after many visits to my mum and step-dad,
the phone rang, it was the hospital to tell me that my step-dad had been admitted to hospital
and had suffered a major heart attack. He had passed to spirit before I could reach him.
Over these months I had built up a wonderful friendship with the hospital chaplain, he was
a great source of comfort to my Mum and to myself, visiting Mum regularly, she looked
forward to his visits. at the time my step-dad passed Mums condition was grave,
she was floating between two worlds, unable to communicate. I was in a dilemma, I wanted
her to know that the man she had loved for 15 years had passed, but, Oh my God how will
it affect her. Alan, the hospital chaplain and I sat in the consulting room and prayed for guidance,
a still small voice spoke inside, "go with your feelings" then Alan said "how will you feel if you don't
tell her" at that time I didn't have the knowledge of eternal life in the way that I have now.

We both went in to her room with my cousin and uncle, I sat on the bed, my mum was in a comatose
state, due to medication and her condition. I said slowly to Mum, "Jesus has taken Doug to live
with him" we both cried uncontrollably for a while as a great serenity filled the room.
We both said the Lords Prayer together, the first words Mum had spoken for what seemed
like a matter of weeks.

A week later, Mum passed to the great realms of Spirit, Alan and I arranged a most wonderful
uplifting funeral service, Alan invited me to read as part of the service, but, I felt I would be
too emotional to do so. As the service started I cried, as I cried I was filled with so much serenity
and strength. I wish that I had accepted Alan's invitation to do the reading, if only I had have trusted
the power of Spirit at that time, I would have known I could do it.

Hundreds turned out to say goodbye to Mum and Doug.

The last physical sense to leave us is our sense of hearing

Amen

David Manclark
 
 

Spirits vision of love

I as a medium go around different churches doing God's work.
These are some of the events I experienced through the love of spirit, which I would like to impart to you.

The night was freezing in November on a Thursday 1987, only nine people turned up for the service
at Stratford in the East London area. This was the night that something happened. It's the first time
that I came into contact with spirit, in solid form, which I did not know; they looked like a psychical person.
An RAF man showed himself and then he faded, then I was honoured to see
a man and a woman who appeared also.  I thank spirit for showing these images to me it was wonderful
to see spirit in solid form.

Next time spirit showed me other images when I was working at Woodford church in 1992 in August
on a Saturday afternoon I was asked to do some private readings. I was doing a reading for a woman
and all of sudden a pack of cards appeared on the table. I mentioned seeing the cards.
 A sword appeared and disappeared, I gave some more information about the sword. 

Working at Bristol in October 1998 when I was doing a service I was drawn to a woman
in giving a message to her, I noticed a man at the back of the church and thought to myself I did not see
him come in. He looked just like one of the congregation.  The door to the church was behind me,
there was no way in from the back of the church or by the side only behind me.
As I mention this man and describe him to this lady who she accepted and he faded out.
 

Patrick Murray
 
 

Dear Diary,

I asked for more. My confidence is certainly edging its way up,
 little by little, and I sat and asked my guide if he could allow
 me more so that messages might be a lot clearer for people.
 I certainly felt ready and I looked forward to the following
 weeks circle at the temple that Saturday.  It was Friday
 night and I was out in the kitchen about 9.30pm
 when the most surreal experience I've ever had happened. 

Going back a year, briefly to explain what had been happening,
 I had had a similar experience to the one I’m about to write about,
 where a severely injured man stood shouting at the end of my bed
 one night.  At the time I had no idea where he had come from
 or who he was, and as frightening as the shouting had been with
 yells of “You did this to me!!”, I had felt a protective warmth
 around me and could hear words telling me ‘you have nothing
 to fear, you're perfectly safe, just watch and listen, you are safe.’
 I had watched and listened with that reassurance and realised
that the man was not shouting at me as I’d first thought,
but was shouting at someone who wasn't here.  I had tried to
wake my partner who was lying next to me, but the man
disappeared moments later.  Though it was real, it had been
given to me in a way that if I’d have been uncomfortable 
or frightened of what I’d seen, I could have dismissed it
as if it were a dream.  It was as if I was being gently led
into certain experiences.  It wasn't a dream and I have 
had proof since of where he came from thanks to a
neighbour knowledgeable on local history, but it was as if
I had been given a safety catch, a way out that I could have
taken if I had found it too much to handle at that particular time.
 

But I digress; back to the present.  On this particular Friday night,
the kids were out visiting relatives so I had a very rare little
while to myself.  Having asked for more now, all this time later,
I got far more than I bargained for in what seemed like the next step,
and was given to me in a way I would never in a million years
have expected. It was like something out of a horror film e.g.,
you know when someone opens the bathroom cabinet, shuts it
and a face is behind them though staring back in the mirrors reflection?
I was in the kitchen washing up when I opened the cupboard
closest to the kitchen door to put a plate away. As I shut it again,
there was a face, all on its own, as if it was peeking through
the kitchen door but was right up level with the edge of the
cupboard as clear as you or I.  It wasn't faded or anything like
that and was as clear as day, but he had dark hair, honey/greenish
eyes and a Cheshire cat like grin, sticking his head round
and looking at me like how Jack Nicholson looks at his wife
 through the door in The Shining! I screamed and jumped
 backwards, completely caught out by the face that vanished
 almost a second after it had appeared. I was completely shaken
 and just stood there for a few moments trying to comprehend 
and make sense of what I had just seen.  It's certainly not a face
I recognised and the expression gave me the willies!  I put the
kettle on and made a coffee wondering what the heck
that had been about.

As I stirred in the milk, my heart was still going pretty fast
after the shock of it and it dawned on me that I was still
in the kitchen. Once upon a time I think something like
that would have had me running out of the house like my
backside was on fire, but it didn't. My hand was shaking as
I picked up the cup, took a deep breath and chuckled
as I tried to note what I was feeling. I didn't feel threatened
at all which really surprised me considering what the thing had
looked like, and as I walked right past the spot where it had been,
a slow but amused grin crept on my face and I shook my head.
By the time I'd got into the front room, sat down and was putting my
coffee on the table, I glanced towards the door, then up and around. 

I just knew what it was, and it was okay ;)

"Thanks a bunch!" I called out. "Nice try! If that was a test it was
 a damn good one and hope I passed after that! You nearly gave
 me a frickin heart attack! Was I supposed to leg it?” I laughed.
 “Sorry, not happening, I want my night in!”  I just knew it
 had been a test of some sort and after the initial shock of it, certainly
 found it humorous, and I felt proud that at the end of the day,
 I hadn’t been freaked out, and I slept well that night.  My confidence
 in recognising what I was being given and why, went up a little more. 

The following day it was really on my mind still, but in a good way.
The face in the kitchen the day before had been quite frightening,
there's no question, and I was glad I had been able to tell what it was
about at least.  I went to circle that evening and had some meaningful
messages for most of the people present and then sat for the service afterwards. 

I sat in the audience/congregation and saw a small child run through one
door who then just stood there for a moment and ran back again.
 It wasn't so clear and was quite shadowed, but it was a little boy none the less.
I asked for more, something that would clarify or have meaning to the person the little boy 
was here for and got the name that for privacy reasons I shall call * Veronica. 
I would have to wait for the service to finish before I could (and did) 
approach the person whose little boy it had been, while the name Veronica it turned
out had been the name of the person's mother.

But I was back from my own thoughts when C., the medium that evening, came to me.
She stopped in front of me, looked up towards the ceiling, and her face showed that
she was trying to repeat words she was receiving.

"This is an odd one,” she said. “Because the spirits are telling me
 that....* they're really glad that you're not frightened....because it means
 they can do a lot more with you now *"

I burst out laughing and clapped to myself and told C I knew
exactly what they were talking about. There was my next confirmation
that I was on the right track and beginning to understand and trust
what I was starting to get more and more.  When I got home that night,
I thanked my guide for his help with a little message of my own for him
and I heard a distinct chuckle in my ear ;)

* The names in this entry have been changed out of respect for individuals’ privacy.

© tracie..x 2005
 

Sponsored walk

We all met at Gospel Oak station at 12 pm, to our understanding there was to eight
to ten of us taking the part on our journeys walk to raise funds for the Temple. We
waited and waited as one by one people arrived, there were in the end six of us.
Maureen decided not to take the chance of over doing it, after recently coming out hospital,
she decided it would better to wait at the end of walk near the Royal Free Hospital.

We set off including a dog  called Pluto that belonged to Eva one of our party,
Alla, Patrick, Derek, and I, walking along the tarmac path. Winding and turn
half way along this path we decided to cut across the grass hill which seemed to climb
and climb, as we moved on to the top of Parliament Hill field.  We stopped and looked 
back from where we started the view was vast in all directions. You could see the
inner London post office tower in the distance and the London eye with the pods 
shimmering with the light reflecting and bouncing off. We turned and continued
onward to kite hill. 

As we moved on, I tripped down a rabbit hole nearly went flying to everyone dismay 
I assured everyone I was ok, then there was laughter from the group when Derek
disappeared falling to the ground not with laughter you guessed tripping down another
rabbit hole, which as we looked around us their was holes all over the place. Rabbit,
rabbit, rabbit reminds of a song by Chas and Dave. Anyway as we continued up this hill
reaching the top and taking a breather for my lungs needed it. Not Derek, “asking how I felt” 
“fine I’m ok. As he and the others head on down kite hill, with me trying to keep up.

As we looked in the distance to where we are going there was this giant table and chair
and I mean giant he high foe thumb all that was missing was the beanstalk stretching 
in to the clouds. It remind me of the film Close Encounters of the third kind,
when they found all those aeroplanes in the desert. As if something or someone
had dropped them from the sky this table and chair, it was an amazing sight to see
on the heath, photo time for us all as we rush for our pictures to be taken. We then
continued our journey drinking our drinks from our containers. As the group moved ahead
of me I looked back at the table and chair. 

I changed my view and thought I must have sun stroke there in the air was what I thought was
a humming bird with wings fluttering in one place, this took my attention as we walked at a 
slightly faster pace to get a better view, yes this bird was hovering, it was a bird of pray a kestrel
which as I got closer stopped beating those wings then glided of towards the trees
without is pray. I heard the group shouting to me to catch up, I ended up running after them.
Then I relayed the story of the bird of pray. Patrick told me a story about a humming bird
he had seen. Not one of his jokes, honestly, moving towards our goal Kenwood, led by Eva
well what should have been a straight forward journey was not. 

Nature is wonderful we entered into towering trees and foliage of green with
just chinks of sunlight seeping through in parts. As we walked along harden paths of mud,
pass ponds of water, with ducks and swans, lilies that were floating on the service,
we went on through twisting path and slopes.

Eva led us to a place beneath a tree that looked as if the leaves would stretch to the ground
making a canopy of peace. Eva mentioned that this place was where she comes sometimes
to mediate with nature when she takes her dog Pluto. After a time we headed back
on the track to Kenwood, we embraced trees and watched small little green
finches about ten or twelve or bending on small branches pecking on the underside
of the leaves where the small insects are. What a lovely sight seeing so many small
birds in one place, well on ward for now as time has passed we can see Kenwood 
looming ahead nearly there.

Winding paths of stony gravel now beneath our feet as we reach the white house
as again we take in the view of the lake and the area where the concerts are held.
Picture time again as everyone gathers, smiles please, photos over onward to 
Royal Free Hospital (which I can tell you my legs could do with a massage).

We continued to the red arches were more photos where taken come
on look this way smile. “Turn Pluto around so we can see her face” snap” that’s good”,
as we march on. To where the ponds are, next to where the fair is on, on bank holiday.
We glimpsed tiny frogs hopping across our path, as we left the heath and walked
to the hospital, stopping for an ice cream that I bought everyone,
well deserved, and for there devotion to the Temple.

Well done, and there to meet us was Maureen sitting outside Starbucks café
after nearly two hours and twenty minutes. 

Love & light David

Finding myself

I needed peace. I needed to find me through it all.  Life and its duties,
problems and priorities had taken me over the years and I needed to find me again.
It was just time to find me; to find out who and what I am, and more importantly, why.
I needed to listen, to learn, to pay attention and focus on what had been with me
for so very long.   More than anything I needed to find something, someone,
who understood or saw things the way I see them; someone who would understand
the things I hear and why I hear them, how I feel things and why I feel them.
I found the most beautiful spiritualist church that played soft,
Celtic music inside (Bliss - Through These Eyes album).

The first time I walked into Rochester Square Temple was one of the most
beautiful moments I can remember. It's a very small place, 
but it was the atmosphere that had me feeling instantly, not just
like a 'home' feeling, but like I'd come home, a very slight but significant
difference. I wasn’t sure if this was to do with the building itself,
or because I was finally acknowledging myself.  Whatever it meant,
I knew in my heart that this was to be a pivotal moment in time for me.
I knew that in the future, I would be able to pinpoint so much of what
was going to happen in the future, back to this moment, and indeed, I have been. 

I had taken a little book with me to write down exactly whatever I would feel
during my time there, already knowing that this was somewhere I was supposed to be,
even if I didn’t understand it.  I have carried the book with me ever since,
writing notes, thoughts, feelings etc and it has enabled me to look back and reflect,
and to see how I have grown over the months that have followed. 

But I digress.

As I listened to the words of a song, words that in one single moment
explained everything I felt, I wrote down my own.  My first words written were;
I feel like I've come home. The music is beautiful. I just want to cry.
I have to find this music. It's the music that is home. I just want to burst
into tears, and I'm not sure why. 

I'd also written down some of the words that went with the music
 and really hit home with me.  I wanted to keep them forever 

In my mind I can see them. I hear them. I feel them. 
For love, peace and wisdom are all part of me. 
We long to return to that place on still waters 
 and sit on the banks under some shady tree. 
In my mind I can see it, I hear it, and I breathe it,
 and love, peace and wisdom are all that we need. 
Some call me a dreamer; some will call me a seeker, 
 one who follows the stars on a quest for the truth. 
But every believer owns a deep hidden memory 
 of a time when the earth was a flower in bloom. 
We long to return to that place of still waters
 and sit on the banks under some shady tree. 
In my mind I can see it, I hear it, and I believe it. 
And love peace and wisdom are the three golden keys

(lyrics © 1999 Blissfulmusic);

I felt overwhelmed, not just with my own feeling of contentment,
but I also just wanted to burst into tears.  I began to figure out that the tears
weren’t mine though, it was like they were someone else's that I
was feeling but I couldn't fathom it out. Certainly no one in the place
looked sad, but the sadness was almost overpowering. I didn't though.
Cry, I mean. But it was a real struggle for a while.  A Medium,
a lovely old white haired lady came through the doors about half hour
later after I just sat there with my little note book, writing down how I felt,
and I stopped to listen to her. She started off by saying that something was wrong.
That she felt an overwhelming sadness the moment she walked through the doors
like nothing she'd felt before.  Her guides had a message for the person. 

I felt reassured and that I was just picking on the same sadness that she was. 

As I left the temple that day I knew that something inside of me had been changed
forever.  Something had been clarified and there was a new knowing inside of me,
a confirmation that what had always been a part of me was a part of me that
was here to stay.  For the first time in my life, I could know with certainty that
I had always been going in the right direction, no matter how long it had taken me
to get here. 

A huge thank you goes to the Temple’s founders and to those who work so
tirelessly for her to this day.

© tracie..x 2005
 

Subject: Friends
 

The first day of school our professor introduced him self and challenged us
to get to know someone we didn't already know. I stood up to look around
when a gentle hand touched my shoulder.

I turned around to find a wrinkled, little old lady beaming up at me with a
smile that lit up her entire being. She said, "Hi handsome. My name is
Rose.

I'm eighty-seven years old. Can I give you a hug?"

I laughed and enthusiastically responded, "Of course you may!" and she gave
me a giant squeeze.

"Why are you in college at such a young, innocent age?" I asked.
She jokingly replied, "I'm here to meet a rich husband, get married, 
and have a couple of kids..."

"No seriously," I asked. I was curious what may have motivated her to be
taking on this challenge at her age.

"I always dreamed of having a college education and now I'm getting one!"
she told me.

After class we walked to the student union building and shared a chocolate
milkshake.

We became instant friends. Every day for the next three months we would
leave class together and talk non-stop. I was always mesmerized listening to
this "time machine" as she shared her wisdom and experience with me.

Over the course of the year, Rose became a campus icon and she easily
made friends wherever she went.

She loved to dress up and she revelled in the attention bestowed upon her 
from the other students. She was living it up.

At the end of the semester we invited Rose to speak at our football banquet.

I'll never forget what she taught us. She was introduced and stepped up to
the podium. As she began to deliver her prepared speech, she dropped her
three by five cards on the floor.

Frustrated and a little embarrassed she leaned into the microphone and simply
said, "I'm sorry I'm so jittery. I gave up beer for Lent and this whiskey is
killing me! I'll never get my speech back in order so let me just tell 
you what I know."

As we laughed she cleared her throat and began, "We do not stop playing because
we are old; we grow old because we stop playing.

There are only four secrets to staying young, being happy, and achieving
success. You have to laugh and find humour every day. You've got to have
a dream. When you lose your dreams, you die.

We have so many people walking around who are dead and don't even know it!

There is a huge difference between growing older and growing up.

If you are nineteen years old and lie in bed for one full year and don't do 
one productive thing, you will turn twenty years old. If I am
eighty-seven years old and stay in bed for a year and never do anything I
will turn eighty-eight.

Anybody can grow older. That doesn't take any talent or ability.
The idea is to grow up by always finding opportunity in change. 
Have no regrets.

The elderly usually don't have regrets for what we did, but rather for things
we did not do. The only people who fear death are those with regrets."

She concluded her speech by courageously singing The Rose.” 
She challenged each of us to study the lyrics and live them out in our daily lives.
At the year’s end Rose finished the college degree she had began all those years ago.

One week after graduation Rose died peacefully in her sleep.
Over two thousand collage students attended her funeral in tribute to the a wonderful
woman who taught by example that it’s never too late to be all you can possibly be.

These words have been passed along in loving memory of Rose
 
 

True story

As a lot of my friends at Rochester Sq know, I frequently have to attend court.
A couple of years ago i had to go to court two days running and I was very nervous,
so for the week leading up to it I had been talking to my guides and relations that had passed to spirit
asking them to be with me on the day.

The day before I was due in court a friend of mine came to stay with me as she would be coming
with me to court and we would have to leave early in the morning. That night after I had done all my rituals
before going to court, I went to bed again asking that they would be with me.

The next morning I woke up and I could smell a "fried breakfast", when I came down stairs
I asked my friend if she had cooked one she said no she had not. This puzzled me.
Anyway we left my home heading of for a train to take us to court, then I suddenly remember
what the smell was, it was my ex father- in- law, who was in spirit telling me they were with me.
He loved a cooked breakfast and had obviously had made them all a cooked breakfast to let me
know they are there. The day went well. So I went a bed thinking of the next day another journey to court
on our second day when I woke up I smelt this cooked breakfast again. 

Although I know that they are with me always, there are just some times when a little reassurance
that they are really are it's lovely, and it helps.

Carolyn Hargraeves
 

SPIRIT’S LOOKING OVER US  16-4-05

I would like to tell you about the way spirit see ahead before we do,
On Sunday 10th April my wife Maureen and I were getting ready to go
 to the temple. Richard kindly comes round and picks us up around 10 am. 

When we arrive we begin sorting things out for the service, all went well with the
service and with our medium Patrick Murray who was booked, people enjoyed the 
service and had a cup of tea after and chat within the back room. As time elapsed
around one o’clock I had a sitter for a private reading, which finished around one
forty five.

After we cleared up and others washed up we locked up the Temple and a group 
of us usually go for something to eat in one of the cafe's in Kentish Town 
we had a chat, a giggle, a laugh and the weather was lovely outside, we were full 
with all we had eaten. Some of the group decided to go up to Kenwood and enjoy 
the open space of nature where the trees stretch in to the distance and shimmer on 
the waters surface and birds flitting from branch to branch a picture of peace. 

Well back to the story, the rest of the day passed by without any mishaps and the
evening at home was fine I was of on a weeks holiday so I could relax at home and
Maureen was taking Monday off for a rest too.  Then around about ten o’clock later
that evening Maureen became hot and clammy thinking that there is was lot of
people going down with the flu. And thought that what it was, in the meantime
Maureen was bent over with pain in her chest which seemed to be increasing all the
time, she was now finding it hard to breath. Phone for an ambulance Maureen
shouts in between the breaths of pain. 

So I dialled 999 and explained to the person on the other end of the phone how my
wife was, well the crash crew came in no time at all rushing up the stairs asking her
questions all the time as different injections were administered within the
ambulance.  My wife was having a heart attack, one of the crew ask if we would like
to go to St Mary or Royal Free hospital, we opt for Royal Free. The crew still asking 
questions as they went on about what medication she was taking.

I said I have all the tablets she takes in a bag so I passed these to the one of the crew 
while the other continued working. Then when they were happy we shot off to the A
and E as we arrived Maureen was rushed in past A and E in to an area where
monitors and cables were everywhere, ECG machine was connected up with drips
and other apparatus, Nurses rushing around, as one of the nurses phoned for a
doctor to come to this area quickly as a flick of a switch the doctor appeared moving
around Maureen checking the ECG read out then came over said to me there was
blockage in a vessel to the heart. That Maureen needed to have an operation right
away and that this was the Hospital where they perform keyhole surgery for this
type of procedure and there is a surgeon already here.

Well this is the time my world fell apart everything seemed to be moving as 
a dream in slow motion, I had to leave the area where Maureen was connected up
to the machines for five or six minutes to compose myself then I returned 
before Maureen was taken to have the operation. A nurse lead me to a waiting room 
near by, then said to me that a porter will come and take me to the ward where Maureen
will come to after the surgery. 

Here I was within this empty room, and this chair, which I was sitting in looking all
around as one does, noticing the machinery, cables and heart machine. 
This you could see was a high dependency room for seriously ill people. 
I then looked at the clock, it was around three o’clock when I drifted off in to some
sort of sleep, and I awoke when I heard someone coming along a corridor 
as feet were tapping along the floor. Then the doors opened this man stood there 
in front of me switched on the light looked at me then removed the bed wheeling 
in right out of the room. As he went by me I asked are bringing my wife back” he asked
Mrs Chapman” I said yes he nodded and smiled then he was off to collect her from
surgery now I prayed and waited.

As I looked at the clock was it was four-twenty am. My heart was beating faster as from
the silence from when the bed disappeared to the noise of people coming along 
the corridor then into the room nurses and a doctor moving the bed into position fitting 
the monitor and drips and tubes to my Wife, Maureen looked like death warmed up 
but she was a live and God gave her back to me.

The Doctor said the operation went better then expected, I was told 
Maureen needed rest and to go home and come back latter that day. I arrived 
home around five ten am and collapsed giving thanks to God. 

All through the events of Sunday night and Monday morning, I feel
Spirit was there helping with everything with these sequence of events 
had that were put in place.  I had booked a week of from work for a break. 
Maureen’s heart attack happened indoors. The ambulance crew gave us the options 
of which hospital to go to. The only place that performs this delicate procedure 
is the Royal Free. And there was a surgeon on hand.

Angels of light were with us and I thank each and all for giving me my wife back

To all the people our friends loved one’s to those from the many different churches 
who sent and continue to send healing vibrations of love to Maureen. 
We thank you humbly, bless you always. 

David Chapman
 
 

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Learning to close down

Times I go over within in my mind, about being aware of spirit,
how to collectively protect myself, from negative forces (or energy). The time
I sat in my first circle, I remember the love of those who nurtured me
along my path. Building the foundations, of spiritual growth with inside of me
to emerge later bless them.  

Back to my story, well we went to a seminar down bye the coast of Brighton,
a place called Salt Dean. Where there were many different events going on
to do with the spiritual & psychic. There was healing, rune stones, taro cards,
star charts you know what I mean the time you where born,
moon rising in Leo etc. Well I was listening to a man talking about
crystal healing, before a demonstration that he was going to give. 

All of a sudden I was getting a tremendous pain in my back,
just like a knife running through me. I turned to my side the pain just went,
so I faced back to the front where this person was still talking.
The pain was back! So once again I turned around like my seat was red hot,
the pain vanished, so back again facing the front, it was back again. 
Now I was getting worried. I asked my mentor who I was sitting next 
too what is happening to me. She said I was not closed down. 
So I went through the sequence of protection that I use for myself
then the pain went. I then asked why was this happening to me. My mentor
said there was a man in the fourth row back, behind me who thought that this
healing demo was rubbish and he was getting angry over the whole episode.

Well, that taught me a lesson, we all need to build our foundations before
we go forward along our path.  Learning to understand spirit, we become sensitive
when we reach within to find our inner self. There are many different experiences
for everyone where the light of spirit is seen, build then your foundation first
don't run, walk, For spirit will walk with you. 


                        Written by D J chapman
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I was sleeping on my stomach when I smelt a very sweet sent
that I thought was on my pillow. My initial thought was what tacky perfume
I did wear out last night. As I rolled on to my back I remembered
I did not go out, hence I didn't wear any. Then my dream was of photographs
of my grandmother and myself, being thrown on a table one after another,
including my grandfather and my sister then I remembered it was the sent
of her lipstick. In my mind / dream my inner voice said I was connected
to everyone on the planet, every tree and animal. My logic mind said
 "what a dumb thought Sharon" As I was basking in this love for all,
the feeling was amazing, I opened my eyes and saw a beautiful rainbow,
coloured light in my room, with shards of light coming from a central point.
It was as big as a person in a oval shape; I closed my eyes,
still enjoying the connected-ness and unconditional love surrounding me.
I did a double take and it was still there shimmering I closed my eyes again,
and felt my arms lifting upwards very gently in the wishing motion
becoming higher and higher. I opened my eyes and saw that physical arms
were not moving when I closed my eyes it happened again.
This time I looked at my clock, it was 5 am, and I said I'm not going anywhere,
I've got to go to work soon. My arms stopped having the sensation
and I went back to sleep. Two weeks later I brought a book
for the first development circle class I'd sat in, called hands of light.
After flicking through it when I saw a picture of what was called
the celestial level of the Aura which meant spiritual love.
I was so excited! I showed Mum, and my Sister, who admitted to having
seen it too, on a different night. 



                           NAMASTE
                        Sharon Worman

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My Grandmother died in 1995.
In my religion, one year after a relative dies a stone is laid on the grave. 
A friend of my aunts who is a psychic healer told her that her mother
 ( My grandmother ) would come to her through the kitchen
on the morning of the stone setting, my Aunt decided to try on one
of my grandmothers old rings. She was in the kitchen at the time 
as she put the ring on her finger; it started to throb so much
she had to take the ring off. When she returned home from the stone setting
which was at eleven o'clock am  her kitchen clock had stopped
to the second at eleven o'clock am.

Alex 

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A story for you and some questions 

As a channel for the light of spirit, I often think about the healing. 
Sometimes I have my doubts, is it really working?
Do people really truly receive the healing? 
Are there energies working with me?
Is it I or is there an invisible force producing this light of energy in love?

These and many more questions I keep asking myself.  Through the time
of learning and growing spiritually many of the pieces of puzzle
have come together. For this I thank the energies of the great spirit (God).
As I continue along my path of love and light finding the pages of my life
unfolding in front of me. As my book expands I find
I'm but a tiny drop of water in the immense of the world of love,
which is still growing.

The story goes like this.

I know that healing works, for I have seen people who come into the Temple.
And receive this love from the realms of spirit and walk without the pain
they had before entering.  They received healing from the channels,
who are the people used in love. But I was never a hundred percent sure
in myself.

Well one night coming home from work at the collage,
I started to walk down the road. I saw this tiny robin lying on the pavement
with its wing at a strange angle and the claw clenched. This little bird
was crying in a way for help.  I noticed other people just walking by
which to me was sad. So I stopped and thought I would place this creature
upon the wall, looking around on the floor to find something to pick the bird
up on, and then my eyes spied a disregard cover of an Indian takeaway.

Which I carefully placed the bird on as I said to myself at least the bird
will be out of harms way. Well it was then I felt impressed to place my hand
over this little robin, to my surprise the bird closed its eye
and stopped crying. I kept my hand over this creature of God for at least two
or three minutes, then moved my hand, the robin started to cried out again 
I was even more impressed to place both hands over the bird again.
The robin stopped crying this time I tuned into spirit (my guides)
and said let this little bird be taken out of pain and suffering
and I asked the light of love if this bird survived I would believe
a hundred percent that healing works. A strange feeling came over me,
the energy from this robin started to rise towards my hands.
It was an incredible feeling, enlightening for my growth 
was surly given. When I was talking to this bird and spirit, 
I was also aware of people going pass me and someone in a motorized
wheelchair, upon the pavement. Strange even with my eyes closed
I seemed to be more aware of people walking by me. So after five
more minutes I removed my hands and looked down as this little bird
opened its eye. Then in a blink of eye, this little bird flew off
How humble I felt that this episode happened, and I thank God
for this experience. 


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 I will tell you a story, 
 It happens that when my mother became ill with emphysema 
 This is where the lungs become clogged up with tar from smoking
 but never mind we all have free will. As I was saying
 my mother deteriorated over a period of time
 and then was placed on a ventilator machine.
 We were told the last thing to go is ones hearing, there was my mother
 lying on this machine with tubes coming out all over the place,
 which distressed me and other members of my family
 
 So as we became gloomy and despondent we had faces which could sink
 a battleship, we remembered the words of the nurse,
 hearing is the last thing to go? 
 
 So we had this old tape recorder, which was reel to reel of tape,
 and we had to begin saying something within the microphone. On this tape
 hi mother we love you" something like this, anyway when it came to my turn,
 I don't remember what happened. But I was told I had a blank expression
 and picked up a piece of paper and went in to the bedroom 
 and when I came out there was this poem I had written. 
 I prayed, and prayed, for my mother and even made a pact with God.
 which brought back memories to me about my friend of twenty one,
 who I prayed to God to let him get better, well I'm afraid he passed away.
 Which did not help me at this time of distress,
 so I called on him again "that is God" and I said if my mother lived,
 I would work for spirit. Well my mother came out of the hospital
 which confounded the doctors and the nurses.
 My mother lasted another two years,
 that was two years of me getting closer to her,
 and two years of my mother getting closer to me. My mother had learnt
 about the spirit realms. I bought books for my mother to read,
 on spiritual aspects, like where do animals go when they die.
 My mother loved animals, so this to me was a way to open the door 
 within of my mothers spiritual growth. With other books, 
 does the spirit live on, and near death experiences which people have had?
 
 Well, I was searching for something but did not know what! 
 but was propelled along in finding why and what was the purpose of being
 here upon this earth plain 
 
 You see I was hearing voices within my mind and as time went by these changed
 into verses and a form of poetry which I began to place down on paper,
 which became part of me as if one has to breath.
 
 The poetry at first did not make sense to me; I found this gift started
 when my mother was ill and progressed to become a help to others
 and continues today in the love of spirit. My pact to God
 is the vision for we all find our way in this life through the experiences
 which we absolve along our path of light and love 
 This is  but one of the many spiritual enlightenment's I have had. 
 If you friends can relate to a spiritual awaking please email
 your experiences and we will place your words on this story page 
 

 D J Chapman

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Let's see  One day, when I was a freshman in high school,
I saw a kid from my class was walking home from school.
His name was Kyle.  It looked like he was carrying all of his books.
I thought to myself, "Why would anyone bring home all his books 
on a Friday? He must really be a nerd." 
I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friends
tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on. 
As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him. 
They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him 
so he landed in the dirt. His glasses went flying, 
and I saw them land in the grass ten feet from him. He looked up
and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes. My heart went out to him.
So, I jogged over to him and as he crawled around  looking for his glasses, 
and I saw a tear in his eye. As I handed him his glasses, 
I said, "Those guys are jerks. They really should get lives.
" He looked me and said, "Hey thanks!" There was a big smile on his face.
It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude.
I helped him pick up his books, and asked him where he lived.
As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why 
I had never seen him before. He said he had gone to private school before now. 
I would have never hung out with a private school kid before.
We talked all the way home, and I carried some of his books.
He turned out to be a pretty cool kid. I asked him if he wanted to play
a little football with my friends.  He said yes. We hung out all weekend 
and the more I got to know Kyle,  the more I liked him, and my friends
thought the same of him. Monday morning came, and there was Kyle
with the huge stack of books again  I stopped him and said, "Boy,
you are gonna really build some serious muscles  with this pile of books
everyday!" He just laughed and handed me half the books. 
Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends. When we were seniors,
we began to think about college. Kyle decided on Georgetown, 
and I was going to Duke.  I knew that we would always be friends,
that the miles would never be a problem. He was going to be a doctor,
and I was going for business on a football scholarship.
Kyle was valedictorian of our class. I teased him all the time
about being a nerd. He had to prepare a speech for graduation.
I was so glad it wasn't me having to get up there  and  speak.
Graduation day, I saw Kyle. He looked great. He was one of those guys
that really found himself during high school. He filled out and actually 
looked good in glasses. He had more dates than I had and all
the girls loved him. Boy, sometimes I was jealous. 
Today was one of those days. I could see that he was nervous about his speech. 
So, I smacked him on the back and said, "Hey, big guy, you'll be great!" 
He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled. 
"Thanks," he said. As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began. 
"Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through
those tough years.  Your parents, your teachers, your siblings,
maybe a coach...but mostly your friends. I am here to tell all
of you that being a friend to someone is the best gift you can give them. 
I am going to tell you a story." I just looked at my friend with disbelief
as he told the story of the first day we met. He had planned to kill himself
over the weekend. He talked of how  he had cleaned out his locker
so his Mom wouldn't have to do it later and was carrying his stuff home. 
He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile. "Thankfully,
I was saved. My friend saved  me from doing the unspeakable.
" I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, 
popular boy told us all about his weakest moment. I saw his
Mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile.
Not until that moment did I realise its depth. 
Never underestimate the power of your actions. With one small gesture
you can change a person's life. For better or for worse. 
God puts us all in each other's lives to impact one another in some way. 
Look for God in others.  "Friends are angels who lift us
to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly." 
There is no beginning or end. Yesterday is history. 
Tomorrow is a mystery. 
Today is a gift.