Saturday, 30 August 2014

A Haunted Past Life

A Haunted Past Life


Could a taxi journey change your life forever?
It does for Jen Rickmand.
Abused by her stepfather, Jen flees her childhood home with hopes of starting a new life. Struggling with agoraphobia, panic attacks, and concerns for her wellbeing, Jen finds comfort in the spirit world, developing connections with the paranormal that she never thought possible.
A simple taxi ride turns her life inside out when she finds herself transported back in time to 1965, where a husband and child await her. Despite her protestations, and her husband’s thinking concerns, Jen is desperate to return to 2011, but only if she can take her new daughter with her.
Horrified when she is suddenly whisked back to the future without her, Jen is torn between the two worlds. Will they eventually collide, allowing her to find the happiness she truly deserves?
A Haunted Past Life is an intriguing blend of spirits, ghosts, and time-travel with a heady mixture of love, tangled emotions, and relationships.

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Friday, 29 August 2014

Was life better back in the 1950s?

There's a journalist who works on the Express & Star newspaper who often writes that the 1950s were not as safe as today. He has to be kidding! He's of an age to remember the fifties, so I don't know what he goes on about.
Today we have to lock ourselves in our homes. Back in the fifties we hardly ever locked the door. Some people left the door key on string through the letterbox. Everyone knew this happened. Never once were we robbed. True, we didn't have any money, or anything valuable, that burglars could take, but in today's society you can get knocked out for fifty pence.
Neighbours would give you a shout when they went to the shops asking if you wanted any shopping. If you had a line of washing out they'd run across the terrace and tell you. If you were out they'd fetch it in for you. Not nowadays. They couldn't get it in anyway; our back gates are kept locked and bolted, our fences are too high. We're locked in because of the possible threat of robbers. Should you not take this action your insurers won't payout.
Communities were friendlier back then than today. If you were short, of say, even a couple of potatoes or a cup of sugar your neighbour would willingly share what they had. Shoud you be ill they’d come round and take your youngsters back to their place. Everyone knew their neighbours, not just next door but most of the street, this doesn't happen in today’s busy society. Possibly, because more women go out to work to help the family budget.
Not so many people had cars or money for holidays in the fifties. No-one had their own telephone, apart from the wealthy. If you were in trouble, a neighbour would run for the doctor or to the nearest phone box, if you had the pennies for the call. The same for the local police constable, this is something else that is missing in our society. In those times the local officer on the beat knew everyone by their Christian name, he knew where you lived. What happened? We got mobile.
Even back in the late 1960s and 1970s I knew many of the local police. Gradually they've faded from our streets and even the local police station is closed for much of the day. Not because the crime rate has gone down, it's because they can't afford to keep it open.
I'm not looking back with rose-tinted glasses either. I appreciate much of what we have nowadays as compared to back then. But I do miss the friendliness of those times. I never remember feeling afraid and having to lock not only the front door but the back door as well! Sure if the burglars are going to get in they will whatever you do to secure your home, but as mentioned earlier if you don't your insurance won't pay out.

Friday, 22 August 2014

Read the first 23 pages of New Mediumship.


Available from Amazon Kindle  

Have you ever wondered why only certain individuals appear to have the gift of mediumship?
Have you ever wondered just what mediums see and hear when they receive messages from the spirit world?
All can now be revealed in this ground-breaking new book from the spirit counsellor - and the answers will shock even the most experienced of spirit workers.
Join the spirit counsellor on his quest to seek answers to the questions that nobody dared ask before and discover the remarkable link between spiritualism and science that will redefine everything that you ever thought possible. 

‘I am no more important than the humble earth on which I stand. I am no more intelligent than the beleaguered dog that chases its own tail. I am no more divine than the man who stands before his god and asks for forgiveness. I am no richer than the hungriest child, bravely flourishing on a diet of unconditional love.’
‘For I am no more than an average Joe; a man with no greater aspiration than the reader of these words. I do not bring you hope; I do not offer you wealth, nor do I bring forth love or happiness. All I can offer you within the confines of this text is knowledge; for it is your choice what you do with this knowledge – just as it has always been.’

So what’s this big secret then? What’s this 2012 thingy that everyone and their uncle are busy preparing for, yet not truly grasping with any real understanding? Well, there is widespread talk of Mother Nature flexing her muscular frame and bellowing a tirade of meteorological disasters upon all and sundry – a prediction that was apparently made by the ancient Mayan civilisation many centuries ago. But just why this abhorrent catalogue of destruction has been procrastinating since the days of mass human sacrifices and beautifully sculpted temples is frankly beyond even my open-minded scope of reasoning. Although, it is true to say that the whole episode does make for an enticing backdrop for a Hollywood blockbuster.
So, is there any truth in this apparent recurring cycle of events that may end all life on earth? In a word – no. Why? In two words – it’s bullshit! My apologies to any paranoid archaeological historians; any demented religious groups who have avidly been preparing for Armageddon; any Hollywood scriptwriters who have still to jump on last year’s bandwagon; the many gothic teenagers who portray death as the new iconic fashion, and last but not least – the many millions of deluded souls around this planet who still believe that worshipping an alternative god will send us to our own personal hell.
In reality, the most powerful force in the known universe is hidden somewhere within the mind of every living soul. In reality, if you were to combine the power of each and every soul within this planet, then such a force would be capable of creating or even destroying just about anything. In reality, if millions of souls around this planet firmly believed that in the year 2012 that our natural habitat and way of living was threatened by unknown destructive forces, then that combination of negative thoughts and fears could perceivably cause major concerns for each and every one of us.
But the cause of these actions would not lie at the door of Mother Nature; the cause would in fact be completely man-made. In other words – we would be the cause of our own downfall, just think about that for a moment.
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The date is now the 4th of January 2012. I had fully intended beginning my book on the 1st of January - as previously directed by my spirit workers, but alas I decided to attend a seasonal party or two and yesterday when I finally decided to switch on my computer all I could see was several keyboards all apparently fighting for the right to invade my partially inebriated thoughts.
Of course this book is important to me; it’s important to my fellow workers and I do hope it can eventually be of some importance to you – the reader. But it’s also important to me personally that I spend time with my family during holiday times, for I have since discovered that being here on this planet, right here and now, is simply an experience, an experience that should always be embraced. We may fear many hardships in the coming months ahead but we must always make sure our calendar of life is filled with the love of friendship and kin and remember that anything else is indeed - only an experience.
For those of you who haven’t read my debut book – ‘An Average Joe’s Search for the Meaning of Life’ (and why haven’t you?) then I suppose I should really fully introduce myself and briefly explain just how my life has brought me to the point of writing this book. My name is David Shaw and I am also known as the ‘spiritcounsellor’. I am 44 years of age in this present physical incarnation and I am married with a seven-year old son, who is one of the most spiritually aware children that I have ever encountered. I am trained in the study of Hypnotherapy, Past-Life therapy, Psychotherapy and Massage therapy. I am also a Deep Trance Medium. I’m pretty sure that most readers of this book will be familiar with the various therapies that I have just mentioned, but I am also willing to bet that very few of you will be well versed in the rather nondescript workings of the Deep Trance Medium.
Being a Deep Trance Medium gives me the opportunity to communicate with those energies thriving in the higher echelons of the spirit world. In other words, I work with spirit energies who have amassed a far greater amount of knowledge than those who have perhaps only recently begun their life-journey. If you were to compare the spirit dimension with that of an educational establishment then a Deep Trance Medium would have access to the university professors.
Please don’t worry too much about Deep Trance Mediumship at this point as I will go into the subject in far more depth in a forthcoming chapter, but right now I would like to introduce to you one of my spirit workers.
‘Mr Chung’ is a spiritual energy from the aforementioned higher realms of the spirit dimension. Mr Chung has worked with me since I began working with trance mediumship many years ago. For those of you who are familiar with the various terms of status within the spirit realms, Mr Chung is deemed an Ascended Master. An Ascended Master is an energy that has evolved through multiple incarnations within many different physical and spiritual dimensions – you did ask!  Basically, Mr Chung only works with trance mediums and his knowledge is second to none. If Mr Chung tells me that our planet is not going to perish in 2012 then I have a 100% guarantee on that. Nevertheless, Mr Chung will be the first to state that you, the reader, must make up your own mind on any matter that will be brought to your attention within this publication. Mr Chung will simply communicate his thoughts through me and I will attempt to translate these thoughts into a prose that is both understandable and concise to any and every reader, regardless of their educational or spiritual ability or indeed understanding. My role in this book is exactly the same as it was in my last publication – simply as a spiritual translator.
If you are wondering why Mr Chung is not known to me as simply ‘Chung’ then you may find the answer both intriguing and inspiring. During many trance sessions Mr Chung has often been asked by various members of his audience if he is an Ascended Master, but has always answered that he is the master of nothing other than his own ability to renounce ego in any shape or form. His education has shown him that ego or status has no recognisable place in the spirit world. Hence, he asks to be recognised as simply Mr Chung in order to avoid any confusion. When you consider that the knowledge already attained by Mr Chung is greater than the combined knowledge attained by the sum of every person presently living in the physical dimension, then it gives you some degree of the dignity that is humbly displayed by spirit people of this calibre.
There were many other spirit people who helped me to write my last book and I am in no doubt that their presence will ‘manifest’ once again and ensure that the information I bring forward is for the good of mankind. Mediumship in any form is simply healing. If any form of mediumship is not intended for the good of an individual dwelling in either the physical or the spiritual dimension then questions must surely be asked.
This book will attempt to show that mediumship is both logical and scientific. Scientists are now beginning to look at energy as something that can operate outside the laws of time and gravity. The laws of physics may appear to only apply to mass, but by looking outside of these predominantly materialistic fields there is a whole new dimension waiting to be discovered.
Of course, many spiritualists will argue that God created the Earth and God governs the spirit world. But what proof do we have regarding these claims? Well, we could always ask Mr Chung!
I have thought long and hard about writing this book. I have spoken to many mediums regarding the information that I am about to bring forward and how it may upset many spiritual workers. I know that many feathers are surely going to be ruffled and I also know that I will be in the firing line of the critical masses of the Spiritualist churches and federations. But I must write this book and it must be written now. Very soon the people of this great world of ours will be looking for answers, and the spirit world must be ready to offer advice and comfort. It is my job to show those in need that life should be judged by what’s really important. The answers to which are very simple ... yet so very difficult to put into practice.                                     
So ‘the worst kept secret ever’ is not that our world is going to crumble under the wrath of Mother Nature, but more likely that we will all endure the effects of our own inability to deal with our materialistic ways. The financial infrastructure that has started to deteriorate throughout our world is on the verge of collapse. Soon everybody will be affected by this development in some way or another and for most of us it will be an extremely difficult period in our lives. But through this book I will attempt to show you that the less materialistic your values are – the closer you will be to your spiritual roots. But as I also stated earlier, I am no more than an average Joe - just a man who wrote a book. I can tell you how great you really are, and how great this world really is – but only you can make it so.


Chapter 2: Old Mediumship

Picture if you will a beautiful white dove standing proudly, showing off its immaculate plumage. The dove’s gracious curves portray a creature not only divine in nature but also immensely attractive to the discerning eye. You may detect an air of elegance emanating from the bird as it occasionally glances in your direction; those eloquent eyes displaying a sincere quality that easily instils a feeling of peace and calm throughout your mind. In a world so often starved of the true sense of love, these creatures signify a coming together of mankind, a brotherhood of individuals and a vision of unity within all souls.
Let’s call our dove ‘Deirdre’! Ha, that quickly brought you out of your ‘sweetness and light’ trance state! Not that I am specifically having a go at anything that implicates a feeling of sweetness and light – but this is just not that sort of book. Additionally, if we are serious about attempting to reinvent mediumship then we must start to look at the fundamental realities of this incredibly endearing subject. And when I say WE, I genuinely mean YOU and I, because we are in this together my friend and between us we will bring forth meaning and reason in a format that truly makes sense – no fantasy, no feel-good factor simply for the sake of it and no false promises of self-fulfilment!
So, whenever we talk of ‘Old mediumship’ we can think of Deirdre the dove. This beautiful creature that may forever signify peace, love and understanding, yet in reality is just an animal that eats, sleeps and makes little doves.
The purists will argue that mediumship is just mediumship, no matter how you wish to re-badge it, and of course they are technically correct. But just try typing the word mediumship into Microsoft Word and you will almost certainly be met with a highlighted grammatical error. This mildly annoying predicament can be easily alleviated by placing a hyphen between medium and ship, which in turn succinctly informs my computer that I’m not actually attempting to build average-sized boats. But I prefer to just right-click upon the offending word, before clicking on Add to dictionary. It’s only really a minor inconvenience but maybe if Microsoft were to read this book and subsequently decide to approve the inclusion of the word mediumship in their accepted vocabulary range, then essentially we won’t lose any more sleep over it.
The point is that if Microsoft doesn’t even know what mediumship is all about then we really do have a big job in our hands when trying to explain the unique concept of probably one of the most natural activities that you and I are ever likely to perform.
Mediumship undoubtedly is vastly misunderstood within the contexts of most people’s thinking and as a consequence is often rather misconstrued as a crude method of talking to ghosts. Mediums are also continually being perceived as ghost busters or eccentric fortune-tellers who regularly scare the living daylights out of bored housewives or the recently bereaved.
In my opinion this nonsensical perception needs to be changed. Soon there will be many individuals searching for a leap of faith and mediumship could well be the ethos desired by mankind.
So if the subject is in drastic need of a makeover then we are going to give it an appropriate facelift. We will strip it down naked, examine it where appropriate and dress it up in a brand new shirt and tie. We are going to show the world that mediumship is new, vibrant, and above all else - totally natural. Not everyone in this industry will agree with what we are attempting to do and you will almost certainly hear muffled cries of derision from the more traditional spiritual workers. Feathers will undoubtedly continue to be ruffled and poor Deirdre may even have to be sedated, but hopefully she will eventually recover, stronger than ever.
I’m not for one moment saying anybody is doing anything wrong, many genuine mediums offer their services for no financial or egotistical gain and should be commended for such a feat. How many other industries offer such a service? Very few indeed, so surely it’s about time that we showed the people of this world that the spirit world is not just a figment of our imagination. Is it not about time that we offered a credible explanation for what transpires in spirit communication? Don’t you think people should stop looking for reasons not to believe in the spirit world and rather start looking for plausible reasons to embrace it?
Whatever your reasons for reading this book, I do hope that it is for the good of mediumship and the good of mankind; above all else - the good of your own well being. Now let us begin by taking the art of mediumship, dissecting it bit by bit, before beginning our revamp. ‘New mediumship’ is all but a few chapters away – now where did I put Deirdre’s cage?
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Now picture if you will our beautiful feathered friend prepped and anaesthetised for surgery. As the designated surgeons, you and I must perform this complex exploratory procedure on our dear friend Deirdre. Alas, nobody has really dared to open up this ‘can of worms’ (sorry couldn’t resist it!) before, probably because Deirdre has always kept reasonably good health. Therefore as we venture into this great unknown, we must tread carefully to ensure the survival of Deirdre and the preservation of her beloved feathers. Fortunately we know by now that Deirdre can’t die, however by daring to alter any part of her carefully structured anatomy we may find that what lies underneath the exterior of this iconic creature is simply skin and bones.
But if we decide to look closer inside we might find something that will enable others to look at the real issues here; issues that should be based solely on values. And these values are put in place by what we do and why we do things, not because we are perceived as being something we simply are not. Deirdre is no different to any living soul on this planet right now; no different to anyone who falsely thinks that they are entitled to adulation because of title or credence. Similarly, she is no different to the individual who ordinarily aspires to be accepted for simply being who they are.
So what would we find if we opened up ‘mediumship’ right here and now? Would we find the mysteries of life all wrapped up in a golden chalice? Would we find Jesus and Moses smiling at us and wondering why it took us so long to find them? Or would we just find skin and bone, as in the case of poor old Deirdre? I guess there is only one way to find out – so let’s dive straight in, scalpel in hand, full steam ahead!
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The first thing we notice when perusing the interior of our fine-feathered friend is the brain. The brain is the key element of all bodily functions within any bird, animal or human being currently existing in the physical world. The brain, as most of us will already know, controls how our body should function and act. It also responds succinctly to our senses, all five of them, the most commonly used sense being of course - our vision.
Our vision is controlled by our brain, not our eyes, but by our brain. Light enters our eyes and sends electrical impulses to our brain, which then interprets the image for viewing, rather like a camera. In other words, we really only see what we think we can see. Have you ever stared at an optical illusion? Then you will know that your brain has in fact misinterpreted this strange visual occurrence into something that it clearly is not.
So what’s my point here? Only that if our brain controls our vision then anything that we do see will be interpreted logically and if that interpretation cannot be rationally explained then we honestly and truthfully cannot be certain that we actually saw anything at all.
Clairvoyance:  from the French translation - seeing clearly. Definition of clairvoyance – the power to see things not present to the five senses.     
The translation and definition of the word clairvoyance is rather ambiguous. The power to see something that the brain has failed to fully comprehend can hardly be described as seeing clearly. And here lies the root of the problem with ‘Old Mediumship’ - it just doesn’t make much sense to the academic, or the scholar, or the ordinary man in the street who just wants to understand what clairvoyants actually see and more importantly how they can see something that most people can’t. If our brain does not recognise any message sent from the eyes then naturally it will dismiss this image as not physically existing.
So do clairvoyants actually see spirits wandering around our streets? Do they see ghosts flying over their heads, shouting out ‘Please send me to the light?’ This dilemma is clearly a matter for debate.
Oh my God! Deirdre will be fluttering her feathers all over the place despite the anaesthetic; clairvoyants will be ready to send me hate-mail and the spiritualist churches will have me blacklisted from all of their establishments!
Hold on a second though! I’m not saying that clairvoyants don’t actually see spirits. I’m only suggesting that they don’t receive images through their eyes and ultimately through the process of brain interpretation. Don’t worry guys - all will be revealed in due course!
Clairaudience: from the French translation – hearing clearly. Definition of clairaudience - the power to hear things not present to the five senses.
Our hearing is controlled by our brain, not our ears, but by our brain. Sound waves travel along our ear canals before being changed to electrical impulses that are then audibly deciphered by our brain. In other words we only hear what the brain has interpreted from the received sound waves. Try playing a song backwards and you will find that your brain can’t make any sense of what is being heard.
So, once again the rather obscure meaning of clairaudience is particularly misleading. If our brains fail to recognise any form of logical explanation for a particular sound then it can hardly be deemed to be hearing clearly.
So, do clairaudients actually hear spirit voices? Well, as a medium who has primarily used clairaudience for many spirit readings over many years, I can categorically now say that my brain does not physically hear any spirit people. However, clairaudience is possible if we can understand that not everything perceived by us comes directly from our brain.
Clairsentience: from the French translation – sensing clearly. Definition of clairsentience – the power to sense things not present to the five senses.
Our senses are controlled by our brain, not our nervous system, but our brain. Our nervous system sends electrical impulses to our brain in order to interpret what external source has come into contact with us. Clairsentience in itself is another extremely ambiguous expression as it could be argued that clairvoyance and clairaudience would also fall under the umbrella of the term ‘senses’. Nonetheless, if we are to examine the traditional interpretation of ‘Old Mediumship’ then Clairsentience shall remain as an independent faction of mediumship.
Traditionally, clairsentients can sense spirit people without the need for seeing or hearing clearly. A medium may be touched by spirits or may even smell odours particular to a spirit person. Certain mediums may also sense appropriate emotions associated with a particular spirit individual. It is worth noting that if our brain should receive any signal from one of these particular senses and subsequently fails to interpret the message, then the eyes would automatically be sent to investigate, since our vision is the primary source of our sensory functionality. However, as before, our brains ultimately control all of our senses. So how can a clairsentient medium pick up these signals when our brain can only rationally validate what it can see?
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The definition of what I would call ‘Old Mediumship’ has remained the same for hundreds of years now. Don’t you think it’s about time that we viewed this most fascinating of subjects from the other side of the fence? Is it not about time that we gave mediumship a chance to show that it has a rightful place in our society, and not pushed into some backwater community centre on a cold, Wednesday night? And isn’t it about time that we all took a good look at our present way of life and asked ourselves the question – Is there more to life than just staying alive? If the answer to any of these questions is yes then we must proceed with our analysis.                                          
Whenever someone I’ve just met asks me what I do for a living, my usual response is hypnotherapist or psychotherapist. I rarely mention author, or God forbid – medium. There is still a certain stigma attached to mediumship that suggests that an individual who ‘talks to the dead’ is rather odd, despite the many mediums that now frequent the eloquent theatres of towns and cities all over the world, and the numerous television programmes that contain paranormal themes. So what’s wrong with being a medium? The simple answer is that the public’s perception of mediumship hasn’t really changed with the times. What the public don’t realise is that mediumship is totally natural and that by fully understanding how a medium receives messages from the spirit world they can actually perform this feat for themselves. What's more, they don’t have to sit in darkened rooms with crystal balls; they don’t have to study the mysterious ways of the Tarot cards and they do not have to believe in any god whatsoever. All anybody ever has to do is switch off that source of power that controls all of our senses and behavioural characteristics and just believe that the possibility of life after death exists. It sounds easy, but in reality it’s not – but it can be done with practice, just like playing a game of football. But until we can show that mediumship is as natural as talking and hearing are, then many mediums will still choose not to disclose their profession.
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The 2010 film ‘Hereafter’ premiered last week on the UK satellite network. My expectations of this latest Hollywood blockbuster were not particularly high, given the previous efforts by films such as ‘The Lovely Bones’ and ‘The Death and Life of Charlie St Cloud’, which in my opinion depicted mediumship in a rather melancholy light. Nevertheless, I hoped that maybe, just maybe, this particular movie may project a more credible portrayal of the life and times of the working spirit medium. And surprise, surprise – it did, with bells on!
The film centres around three particular characters who all experience strong connections with the spirit world. The main character is George, who strives to live a normal life despite continually receiving messages from the other side. George eventually discovers that he cannot completely ignore his ability to communicate with spirits and eventually decides to embrace mediumship rather than hide from it. I found that I could relate extremely well to George’s perceptions of mediumship on a personal level. My own battle with self-realisation actually bodes well with this particular characterisation and I could fully understand George’s self doubts and dilemmas.
The second character is a French journalist who miraculously survives after a Tsunami strikes the coastal town that she is visiting. She endures a near death experience, which subsequently results in terrible flashbacks where she apparently meets spirit people who died in the aforementioned tragedy. The film suggests that enduring a near death experience can then open up a person’s intuitiveness towards the afterlife.
The third character is a young English boy whose twin brother is tragically killed in a road accident. The boy’s subsequent hunt for a suitable medium to relay a message from his deceased brother takes us on a journey of discovery through the somewhat murky waters of the psychic fraternity. The film brilliantly highlights the many problems endured by someone on a desperate search for answers. There is one unforgettable scene where a platform medium gives a totally embarrassing and condescending message to the youngster, which only goes to highlight that there are good and bad mediums working within this industry, just as there are in any profession. However, our young friend finally meets up with the rejuvenated George, who had since decided to travel to London in order to re-evaluate his decadent lifestyle. After succumbing to the youngster’s persistent pleas for help in contacting his twin brother, George realises that mediumship is positively life changing and not the albatross he once envisaged jumping into the sea with.
Our movie ends with the now customary chick-flick dusting of boy meets girl and waltzing into the sunset. George meets the French journalist who is in town to promote her spiritual book and two souls are united through the power of spirit – albeit with a little help from Hollywood scriptwriters.
There is no doubt in my mind that the writer of this film had researched the subject of mediumship intensely. The portrayal of the medium was tastefully done and showed the viewer that those who practice mediumship have their very own issues to overcome as well as the demands of those in spirit. The writer should also be commended for refusing to end the film with a stereotypical 'sending the spirit to the light’ finale.
So what does this film tell us about mediumship in general? Well, let’s be honest and say that the film doesn’t really offer us any new take on mediumship. It doesn’t suggest that mediumship should be revamped or even stripped down and torn apart as we intend to do. But what it does do is simply highlight what mediumship is all about. It shows clearly and concisely that mediumship is used for healing purposes – to heal those left grieving in this physical existence and also those souls recently departed to the spirit world that may have been denied the chance to properly say goodbye to their loved ones. In other words the film accurately defines what I have been continually referring to as ‘Old Mediumship’ and does what it says on the tin! There are no divine interventions present here, nor do we find demons or devils terrorising drunken teenagers! We are left only with the notion that there definitely is an afterlife and that mediumship connects that place with ours.

All that is missing from the film is an explanation of just how the afterlife can actually connect with our physical existence. But that’s why we are here, that’s why we have poor Deirdre sedated and ready for her makeover and that’s why Mr Chung even bothers to get out of his cosy, warm bed each morning. So let’s now give this amazing subject some substance and let us find out for ourselves just what ‘New Mediumship’ can offer our world that will shake most of society out of this severe financial depression that has clouded our thoughts for far too long.


Fascinating, 23 Jan 2013  
This review is from: NEW MEDIUMSHIP: the spiritual transcripts of an average Joe (Kindle Edition)
Sometimes I read a book about mediumship, spirit guides and the like and I am left feeling like I need more of an explanation than what was offered. This book is different in that I can identify with most of what was written and I can actually understand quiet easily the explanations. I particularly like the last chapter and I am now understanding what I suppose is the meaning of life and I am working out what level I feel I am at. Thank you so much for a very interesting and knowledgeable read, this is certainly a book I will recommend to my like minded friends and my wonderful level 5 mediumship teacher.

Wednesday, 20 August 2014

My second selfie interview!

All your books barring one are about the Supernatural. How did you first become interested in this subject?
I became interested when I was a child. One lunchtime I was walking back to school when I saw a young girl walking in front of me. I wondered who she was. Suddenly she disappeared in front of my eyes.
I never told anyone about the sighting. I knew that my brothers would torment me to death if I mentioned it to them. But I never forgot seeing her. From that day on I read as many books devoted to ghostly happenings that I could find. I have never lost my fascination for the subject.

Favourite  films?
Somewhere in Time
 I've lost count of the number of times that I've watched this wonderful film. I never tire of it. It always reduces me to tears at the end.

How Green is My Valley 
This is another favourite. It was one of the first books that I read  many years ago. I bought a copy of the film recently and was enthralled from the minute it started.

The Sixth Sense Is a brilliant film. As with the films I mention above I see something different every time I watch it. 

Always makes me laugh and cry. It has everything that to my mind makes the perfect film.

Do You Collect Anything? 
Yes, I have a collection of Paddington Bears. I also enjoy collecting junk jewellery.

Favourite Singers
Rod Stewart, Eva Cassidy, Susan Boyle, The Carpenters, The Bee Gees. My list is endless, but Rod tops my list.

Do you have any pets?
Yes, we have a dog, Sophie. She's fourteen years old now. Despite a few health problems she does extremely well. We had Sophie and her brother Boyden in the year 2000, they were three months old. Unfortunately, to our great distress Boyden died in July 2013.

Are you writing at the moment?
Yes, I'm working on a new novel which I hope to publish in The New Year. I've just finished the first draft.
Here's the cover and introduction.
After Dee Winster’s husband deserts her she vows to make a better life for herself and her coming child. Following the birth of her son, Jamie, she is offered a home and work by the owner of Psychic Readings.
Eventually, craving independence she starts a psychic consultancy, The House of Psychics, which to her delight is highly successful.
Unfortunately, as Jamie, matures she discovers that he lacks social skills, and she worries continuously how to get the right help for him.
Dee is puzzled by a dream she often has about a woman she does not know. She decides to seek help from David one of the psychics who works for her, he practices hypnotherapy and past life regression. He is delighted by her request as secretly he has been making plans to marry her and take control of her business; although unbeknown to him she has no intention of marrying again.
She is horrified one day to hear from one of her receptionists, Pat, that rumours are circulating in the area that The House of Psychics employs fake practitioners. Dee thinks it is probably her previous employer who is spreading the gossip because she is jealous of her success.
Tom, who works as a medium/clairvoyant in the business, is attracted to Pat, but because of something that happened in his past he cannot tell her his feelings.
Meanwhile, Pat has plans for her future, and they do not include working for The House of Psychics.
The House of Psychics is a novel of mystery and intrigue with many unexpected twists and turns that will keep you guessing until the end. 

Wednesday, 13 August 2014

One of the most descriptive novels about Scotland that I have ever read.

Secrets of The Sea House Elisabeth Gifford
This is a book that I will never forget. I will definitely be rereading it.
This review says it all.


Secrets of the Sea House is an arresting tale of the things that haunt us. But the real pleasure in this debut novel is Elisabeth Gifford's finely wrought prose; at turns acute, delicate and fierce --Liza Klaussmann, author of TIGERS IN RED WEATHER

Gifford moves nimbly between the centuries and voices of her intriguing tale. She is a singular and poetic writer --Rhidian Brook, author of THE AFTERMATH

Sure to ignite an interest in sea mythology partnered with real-life ground-breaking sightings and discoveries, this is the perfect read if you're heading to a British beach this summer --Red Magazine

Fans of historical fiction, folklore and Scotland will all enjoy this wonderful debut; Gifford is a writer to watch --We Love This Book

A sweeping summer read, packed with an epic tale of loss, love and hope --Irish News

This is a book that you'll remember, long after the last page has been turned --Daily Express

Anything this good deserves the largest readership possible and we readers deserve to be treated to novels like this from time to time too; symbiosis in action. --Bookbag

Gifford moves nimbly between the centuries and voices of her intriguing tale.

Tuesday, 12 August 2014

A Haunted Past Life (Jen's Story) - Read the first six pages from Chapter 1

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Chapter 1

Early Years

‘Home,’ Jen Rickmand muttered, mopping the kitchen floor. ‘This isn’t a home; I’m just the unpaid char.’ She wondered why she had let herself be used and bullied for so long, allowing her stepfamily to eat away at her self-confidence to the extent that she now suffered from agoraphobia.
For years, anger bubbled beneath her calm exterior, but she hid it well. Whenever they picked on her, she would take a deep breath and count to ten. She never once retaliated; instead she would bite her tongue and tell herself not to give them the satisfaction of knowing they had got to her with their spiteful remarks.
Her stepsisters made her life a misery, commenting almost daily that she looked like a beanstalk and her hair was nothing but a frizzy mess. In fact, Jen was pretty, tall, and slim, with beautiful, long, naturally auburn hair.
Jen’s only escape from them had been her interest in the paranormal, unfortunately, they had found out about it by snooping in her bedroom. They made snide comments such as, ‘Fancy reading books about ghosts. Have you been talking to them? You idiot. You’re nuts, you are.’
She often heard them talking about her as she went about her chores.
Have you seen the mess she looks today, especially her hair?’ Thelma would ask of her sister Monica, who would laugh.
Yes, she looks like a haystack on fire, doesn’t she?’ Their spiteful laughter would drift into the kitchen where she would be preparing the evening meal or doing another household chore.
They would deliberately throw rubbish on the floor and then order her to pick it up. ‘Come on, you’re the cleaner, pick it up or we’ll tell our dad about you when he gets home.’ They knew the more they derided her, the more their father would favour them. And he did, buying them CDs and giving them money, making certain Jen was around when he handed them out.
Her stepfather was the worst; he would push her against the kitchen wall when no one was about, standing close to her, threatening with how he would make her regret her idleness. He would grab a handful of her hair and pull it hard, telling her if she yelled out, he would make her regret it one way or another. He was pure evil, she never doubted that one way or another, he would attack her if she wasn’t careful. Whenever he was around, she would appear even more meek and mild while doing what he said, presenting a serene exterior, but all the time seething at him, and deriding herself for being such a weakling. The truth was she lacked self-confidence; it had ebbed away like the outgoing tide over the years of torment and abusive comments.
Should Jen ever look as if she was going to retaliate, her mother would shake her head, knowing it would be the worst for Jen and herself if he was provoked.
Her father died when she was three years-old; she had vague memories of being whisked up high in the air, held by a strong pair of loving arms. How she wished he was still alive; their whole lives would have been entirely different if only she had known him. Her mother worked hard to bring her up and provide as many treats as she could so Jen never felt different to the other girls. When Jen was thirteen, her mother met a widower, Derek, with thirteen-year-old twins; Jen was bowled over when her mother married him, thinking they would be one big happy family. Only this didn’t happen and she quickly discovered she was the odd one out in her mother’s new marriage.
From the first day, she was expected to do all the household chores, including the cooking.
Jen never complained, she would come straight home from school and do the tasks her mother and stepfather had left for her. She was never allowed to have friends over or any type of social life. Even when she left school and started working in a bank, her home life remained the same. She was still head cook and cleaner; woe betide her if she missed a chore, her stepfather or sisters would be on to her immediately, calling her an idle slut. Gradually, her anxiety levels were so high that she began to experience panic attacks. Leaving the house became a problem and she had to force herself to go to work. It was almost a relief to be at home despite the bullying; at least it was a familiar world where routine existed.
She longed for approval; trying hard to meet her stepfather’s high standards, but sadly, she never achieved this. The harder she tried, the more he mocked her attempts, telling her she was, ‘thick and stupid’.
She knew she was neither, but would question herself. Was she stupid? Was she thick? She must be to put up with what she did. How many women of twenty-three came straight home from work and did everything in the house their mother should do, and put up with the daily tormenting and insults? At times, she wanted to rebel when yet another task was added to her list, but she didn’t, she simply plodded on and consequently, her confidence was at an all-time low.
Jen was fully aware that her unhappy home life had contributed to the awful anxiety she experienced. Her step-siblings’ taunts and jeers made matters worse. Although she disliked her home life intensely, she felt safer inside than out; she knew this was ridiculous as she wanted to escape her environment more than anything, but she didn’t have the confidence to try to find a way out of her situation.
She had never been allowed to have friends.
Her stepfather would tell her, ‘You have far too much work to do in the house,’ whenever she plucked up courage to ask if she could go out. Gradually as the years passed, she stopped asking and refused all social invitations.
Secretly, she agreed with her stepfather when he called her a loser, she must be or she would have left years ago, wouldn’t she?
This morning, as she cleaned the kitchen, she mulled over her years of servitude and suddenly decided, No more, I’m leaving.
As the words entered her head, her stepfather jabbed her in the back, telling her, ‘You’d better get this kitchen cleaned up and our dinner ready or else you’re for it!’ He then did something he had never done before. He began to stroke her hair. She was rigid with fear as his hands moved down her back. My God, this was terrible, the disgusting swine was getting fresh with her.
‘Get your filthy hands off me,’ she shouted at the top of her voice.
‘Come on, Jen, you know you’ve always fancied me.’ He pushed her up against the kitchen wall, his hands roaming around her body.
He was too strong for her to fight off. This was awful, he was going to rape her. What could she do? Why hadn’t she seen this coming? The more she tried to kick him, the harder he pushed her against the wall, ripping at her clothes, his hands clawing at her breasts. She was lost; she would rather be dead than take this from him, who she had hated for so long. As if from nowhere, she found the strength to give him an almighty shove and he staggered away from her, coming to rest by the kitchen table.
He looked at her. ‘God, you’re beautiful,’ he drooled.
She had nowhere to hide and she couldn’t go outside, her blouse and bra were in shreds, everyone would see her. If she went upstairs, he would follow her and get her on her bed.
‘You go outside if you dare - or scream,’ he sneered. ‘All the neighbours will know you’ve been chasing me for years. I’ll tell them what hot stuff you are. You might as well do it with me now while my family are out because I’ll have you soon enough and you know I will. I’ve seen some of the goods now and I mean to see and taste the rest.’ He salivated at his words.
‘Keep away from me,’ she yelled. ‘I’ll have the police on you!’ All the while, she was moving towards the kitchen door. She was terrified, her whole body trembling in fear, her heart racing. Please don’t let me faint, he’ll violate me here on the kitchen floor. He won’t care where he does it.
He laughed. ‘The police would never believe you. Like the neighbours, they would believe me! I’d tell them you begged me for it.’

She flung herself out of the kitchen door into the hall and ran upstairs. He caught up with her just as she opened her bedroom door.

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Choosing Your Psychic Pathway - Introduction and a taster of the first pages


This book gives an insight into how you can develop your psychic skills. It examines my involvement in the psychic world, and the ways and methods I discovered to help develop my psychic ability. There is a section on ghosts – including some ghostly tales that illustrate my points – tarot cards, mediums, time travel, and many more of the psychic sciences that I have discovered along the way.
There are discussions on all the above, allowing the reader to form their own opinions on whether they want to follow a particular pathway or not; it also shows how the various methods deployed by psychics may help improve their lifestyle.
For anyone who is new to the psychic world and wonders if they have psychic skills, this book can be used as a first-step introduction and will give an insight into how to proceed. There is advice on how to go about setting up as a psychic and how to avoid the pitfalls.
I have included my interpretation of the Tarot cards, dream interpretations, and other helpful suggestions as to how you can develop your psychic skills.
I have not gone into great detail with any of my ideas as I think it is far better that an individual chooses their own way of developing their skills and ideas. Too much information when a person is starting out can be confusing.
I hope the book gives the reader a clear insight into the different pathways of the psychic world.

Choosing Your Psychic Pathway

My Story

I saw my first ‘ghost’ when I was about 7 years of age. I was walking back to school after lunch, head down looking at the floor when, for some reason or other, I glanced up. Not far ahead of me, I saw a young girl around my own age walking in the same direction. She was dressed in a similar dress to the one I was wearing. I wondered who she was.
The street was deserted apart from the two of us. I tried walking faster to catch her up, but the distance between us remained the same. Try as I might, I couldn’t shorten the distance. It was strange to say the least.
I watched her intently, determined I was going to catch her up. I started to run and she promptly disappeared in front of my eyes.
I rubbed my eyes not believing that someone could disappear like that - but she had. I knew I had seen a ghost; there was no other explanation. This incident didn’t frighten me at all. Despite being young, or perhaps because of it, I accepted that ghosts existed. My family would have scoffed at me if I had told them, particularly my three brothers. So I kept the ‘girl ghost sighting’ to myself. I never found out who she was, but I have never forgotten her.
Over the years, my interest in ghosts deepened. I read everything I could on the subject. At times, I must admit I questioned whether I had actually seen a ghost and wondered if it had been my childish imagination. Who knows? But it began a life-long interest that has never diminished.
From the time I joined the library at an extremely young age, I read any books that contained ghost stories, both fiction and non-fiction; anything that had a ghost in it was food for my soul. Films, radio programmes, magazines, anything that contained a ‘ghostly reference’, I had to digest.
As I grew up, I began to see other ghosts; some I recognised, others I didn’t. However, asking around the family and giving descriptions of the ghosts I had seen, I would eventually discover who the ghostly apparitions were.
My research drew me to like-minded people and I would hear their fascinating stories of the ghosts they had seen. All this led me further down the path of the unexplained. The more I discovered, the more I wanted to know.
I discovered tarot cards and found they are a useful tool to help reach the ‘other side’, though I wouldn’t recommend anyone trying this unless in the hands of a professional reader with many years of experience. The same goes for the Ouija board; this can be a highly dangerous ‘game’ in the wrong hands.
The majority of people who see a ghost will only ever see the one, and others I have spoken to about their sightings are still scared many weeks down the line.
‘It was such a shock,’ is normally the first thing they say. I quite agree with them. If something disturbs you in the middle of the night, you may well first think you have burglars and are going to be battered to death, or you could even have a heart attack. Some ghosts have no respect for your finer feelings. After all, I should imagine there is no night or day to them. After all, they are on a higher spiritual plane than we are, or so we are told. Hence, disturbing your sleep is not going to worry them in any way whatsoever.
Of course, even if you recognise the spectre, it is still an almighty shock, but at least you have the assurance it’s not a murderer standing beside your bed. What if you don’t know your visitor? The first reaction, obviously, is to dive back beneath the duvet or head for the nearest exit. After all, being woken up in such an untimely manner is no joke, let alone being confronted by a ghost while you are still half-asleep. Yes, it can be scary, but if you can manage to keep calm by taking a few deep breaths and trying to stop shaking, take a peep. If the ghost hasn’t disappeared by this time, I think you’ll be surprised at just how ordinary the spirit will appear.
From my own experience, a ghost always looks real, but you do realise almost immediately that you are seeing a ghost. It is quite difficult to explain, but the image you perceive has an insubstantial look about it, not misty or ethereal; somehow, a sixth sense kicks in and you just know you are seeing a spirit being.
Of course, when you see a ghostly figure dressed in clothing of a different era, this quickly tells you that you aren’t actually witnessing a fancy dress party, but that something completely different is occurring.
In my opinion, there is definitely nothing to fear from a ghost. After all, they cannot hurt you, except perhaps emotionally, making you fearful and frightened.
The majority of older children that I know who have seen a ghost have run screaming into their parents’ bedrooms, shivering and shaking with fear - a perfectly natural reaction. However, in my research I have often read that youngsters see ghosts far more often than older people. The reasons quoted for this make sense; young children don’t have as many worries and concerns as their older siblings and parents do. They have more time to look around and soak up the atmosphere of their surroundings. Youngsters are far more able to tune into the psychic world and see ghosts.
I remember one day when one of my grandsons was about nine months old. he was sitting on his own on the lawn in the garden of his home. He was unaware that I was watching him through the window. As I watched, he suddenly seemed to spot someone and began chatting away to this invisible person, laughing and waving his arms about. His baby talk and laughter became louder as his excitement grew. Try as I might, I couldn’t see who he was talking to. Even the family dog ran into the house, as if he sensed something unreal was taking place.
It was a pity I couldn’t ask my grandson who he had been chatting to that summer afternoon, but he was far too young. All I could tell was that he was really enjoying the chat.
He hasn’t grown up to have any psychic powers, but he does have a great interest in psychic phenomena, and we’ve had many an interesting discussion about ghosts and other aspects of this intriguing science.
In this book, I have written about the things that I, and the people I know and trust, have tried and believe in.


Jenny Cockell’s book Yesterday’s Children details how she dreamt of a past life. The book describes her search for her family. Through her dreams and memories, and with the help of local maps and women’s groups, she finally tracks them down.
All in all, I was convinced that Jenny Cockell did experience reincarnation as it doesn’t seem possible that she could have imagined the whole scenario.
In fact, her book made me even more determined to try and discover more about this most intriguing subject.
One day I was researching regression on the Internet and came across a site that offered books and CDs on self-regression. Here was the opportunity I had been waiting for. I ordered Jenny’s book and CD straightaway. I have written further on in this book what happened when I investigated the subject.
A number of years ago, I went to a hypnotherapist for treatment for a problem I was having. It was a really uncomfortable incident, as I drifted back to my early childhood. I had been assured it would be a pleasant experience, but it was far from that. On regressing, I saw a group of men surrounding a coffin and remember feeling terribly upset. I wanted the sitting to end, but I hadn’t been given any key words beforehand should I need them to end the session. I did discover afterwards that the therapist wasn’t qualified.
Of course, that was my fault for not checking the register of hypnotherapists before going - a point well worth considering should you ever decide to visit a hypnotherapist.
I do remember years ago being enthralled by a hypnotherapist called Joe Keeton, who was an authority on regression. He undertook thousands of regressions, but never proved conclusively that anyone had led a past life.
Lots of children have imaginary friends. These are, of course, different to ghosts as they are simply figments of a child’s imagination. A child can call on their imaginary friend at any time, day or night – they are always there for them – whereas ghosts don’t appear to order. We cannot summon them; they appear when they choose. Imaginary friends can be called at will and instantly disposed of!
The imaginary friend is usually called upon by a lonely child, perhaps a child whose older sibling has started school, and they have been left behind. After always having company all day, every day, since the day they were born, they are suddenly alone with many empty hours to fill. No wonder they seek a new friend, and what could be easier than for a child with a fertile imagination to choose an imaginary friend. The friend can be of any age or gender the child chooses, they can look how the child wants them to appear, wear the clothing of their choice and even do the child’s bidding. What could be better? No arguments, a biddable friend who will do exactly as asked, play any game, share any storybook, or watch any TV programme the child chooses; in fact, the perfect friend. A friend who can be blamed for any misdemeanour the child has committed.

Angel Cards

These cards have increased in popularity in recent years, and I feel it is because they are easy to read.
I think they are a good starting point for anyone interested in reading the tarot or playing cards.
The cards I have are extremely well presented.
On the box, it says: ‘Daily Guidance from Your Angels. Oracle Cards, A 44-Card Deck and Guidebook’. Doreen Virtue is the author of the cards, and also many books.
The cards come with a book of instructions on how you set about your daily readings.
Each card has a beautiful picture covering about fifty percent of it. The meaning of the card is described at the bottom of the card.
Doreen gives a good explanation at the beginning of the booklet as to how to cleanse the cards and how to give yourself a daily reading.
The cards bring a good feeling when you hold them, and if you’re looking for good inspirational advice to start your day, these seem to be one way to go.
As a first step into the psychic world, these cards are excellent.
I also recommend reading An Angel Called My Name by Theresa Cheung.


I think it has been known for centuries that animals have developed strong instincts.
The majority of the dogs I have owned have been extremely sensitive. Coming from wolves, they are bound to carry the genes of the wild, and more often than not, they still use them.
Many dogs sense danger before we humans are even aware of a bad situation.
One of the dogs I owned, a German Shepherd called Connie, was extremely intuitive in certain situations. There was one particular place on our regular walk that she refused to walk past, and I always had to cross the road. I did some research on the area, but I as far as I could find, it had always been fields. There had never been a murder or anything disastrous happening in the locality, so I have always been at a loss as to why Connie reacted the way she did.
It is claimed that some cats are extra-perceptive and also sense changes in the weather and possible danger well before humans do.
Most animals can sense earthquakes before they occur; they certainly do not need instruments or anything to give them warnings.
I remember a particularly strong earthquake in our area a few years ago. The following morning there were no bird sounds for many hours afterwards; I didn’t hear a dog bark all day. Now that is very unusual to say the least.
I’ve heard that horses sense danger, and along with cats and dogs, they know when their owner is ill.
I’ve heard of dogs and cats detecting cancer in their owners before the owners are aware of it. In fact, they have saved their owners’ lives by being so sensitive. I understand certain breeds of dogs are being trained to do this.
I think it pays to watch our pets as they are able to see and hear far more than we can.
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