Some years ago a friend suggested that I visit a medium who was a good friend of hers. Initially I was sceptical but after due thought I agreed. This medium, a lady in her late thirties whom I had never met previously, seemed just like anyone else when we met at her home one evening, we chatted inconsequentially for a while then she suggested that we go to her reading room. To cut a long story shortand she told me that she saw people standing behind me and proceeded very accurately to describe my father, mother, grandfather, what they were wearing which was just so accurate amongst many other things.
She also described my mother's favourite purse of which I have never seen another like it and that she kept an eternity ring with one stone missing in it. Very true because I was fascinated with this purse and particularly the ring within. As to the future she foretold that within five years or so I would be living abroad! The reason that I escaped serious injury during my racing years she said is because that initially I had two guardian angels, my mother and a drunk Egyptian man who was in fact English and called Fred. This latter piece of information someone else had told me thirty years previously. My third angel is my father after he died in the early 1980s. The taps on my shoulder some years before she said was my mother trying to reassure me that all would be well, eventually as. I was then going through a very difficult period in my personal life and that she was watching over me.
There was much else that she revealed and she could not have known any of my early life because together they were things that only close family and I could possibly know. I came away more than amazed at what I had been told and particularly how accurate things past were.
For several years before my visit I had begun waking two r three times a week at 4.44am. I thought it was probably a local milkman doing his round, but I never heard any delivery type sounds. Then occasionally the same thing was happening at 3.33am again with no obvious reason. Finally another wake up call was also now at 3.03am, seldom all three or even twice on the same morning. Naturally I was intrigued so had a wade around the web to see if it might shed any light. several hits reckoned that this phenomena was not as uncommon as one might think and all reckoned that it is an attempt at communication from the spirit world. My seer, Linda, confirmed that idea and that the 4.44 awakening was my father, 3.33 my mother and the 3.03 was my grandfather, the connection there being that he was a soldier in the Great War and the standard weapon issue was the Lee Enfield .303 rifle. I still sometimes awake at these times invariably with a comfortable feeling of inner warmth no matter how chilly our bedroom becomes in winter.
In recent years I have often felt that I am not alone, no, I'm not becoming paranoid, that someone is nearby, nothing tangible at all but nonetheless an awareness. Before we moved I felt this frequently in my office at home which was detached from our bungalow, most often with a late, close and great mate who lost his life in a motorcycle racing accident. Others also were sometimes around me, nothing perturbing or frightening, just a pleasant, almost comforting feeling.
I feel most strongly a sense of having company at a particular motorcycle racing circuit where I have spent many happy hours and days in the company of good friends who are no longer with us. It matters not whether the circuit is totally quiet and empty as on weekdays or at a weekend with all the noise and excitement of a meeting, they are always there with me. People close to me know that I wish my ashes to go there when it is my time, often I refer to this place as my spiritual home.
Having moved abroad a few years ago now my 'friends' have followed me. I still know that sometimes someone is there, sometimes in odd ways such as in our downstairs bedroom and up on our middle floor there is occasionally the odour of Golden Virginia tobacco smoke, a very distinct smell that my father always smoked. There are other occasional smells too that are personal to me in the house.
Well, what else can I add? Am I slowly losing 'it'? If so then that has been gradually happening for many years. Have I become more sensitive and attuned to things ethereal or are those from elsewhere trying ever harder to communicate? I don't really know but I do know that there is more to being than just the present.
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