Who Am I? Part Thirty Three


The trouble with the whole 2012 thing, was that the good old media latched onto it and made it into something that it wasn’t. Hence, we had people talking about how the world was going to end; of course, this was never an option. Something that was quite significant for us as a species, was turned into an event that was the butt of jokes, and also gave amateur philosophers the world over the ammunition to expound all manner of theories and opinions. The truth was that the so-called “shift” started long before 21 December 2012, and was exactly that; a very subtle and gradual shift, the result of which meant that our consciousness or energies, whichever term you want to use, became more awakened. The date of 21 December 2012 simply signified the date in the ancient Mayan Calendar when a particular cycle would come to an end. I feel qualified to give this explanation because of what I actually experienced at the time.

A friend of mine once said to me that creation was like an onion. He said it consisted of many layers; and every now and then a layer would peel away and reveal a truth. With this in mind, the first few weeks of 2013 were very interesting for me. There was definitely something different going on, and indeed, the onion of life most certainly did peel away several layers and reveal several truths to me. Of course, I am speaking metaphorically, as we know there is only ONE truth. What I would like to add, however, to my friend’s pearl of wisdom is this; not only does the onion of life reveal truth to you, but as it does so, illusion and delusion, in the form of previous unreal perspectives, dissolves away. So, I had several eureka moments during the first 3-4 weeks of 2013. By the time April came along I had another quite significant experience.

I was booked to do a clairvoyant night at a pub on the outskirts of Cheltenham. I had already got to the stage where I was questioning the relevance of clairvoyant nights from a spiritual perspective. I did not feel that the churning out of mundane messages to people who were, in the main not interested in spirituality, served me any longer. I had already got into the habit of turning down bookings for clairvoyant nights, and I felt that I’d served my apprenticeship and worked my fair share of difficult venues, so I was not too keen on working in a pub. Nonetheless, I accepted the booking. It turned out to be one of those situations where out of great adversity, advantage blossomed!

It was a new initiative by the pub proprietors in an effort to bring in more punters. They had held a couple of these nights already and were going to make it a regular thing. On this particular occasion it was my turn. The event was to take place in the skittle alley upstairs, and on arrival it became apparent that the organisers were clueless. They had no understanding of this kind of thing, and apart from putting the chairs out, did absolutely nothing. There was not even any water put out for me, and I drink gallons of the stuff when I’m working. So, I got my water sorted out and it transpired that I was just left to my own devices. This is unheard of; there is ALWAYS a chairperson; the medium is never just left alone to get on with it. So, there I was; I got up to speak and immediately knew I was in for a rough night. I’d had some tough ones in my time, but this one took the biscuit! Firstly, the energies in this old building were awful (old English pubs do tend to have history), then I noticed that one of the punters had at least one negative entity attached to him. Then to top it off, there was a row of young girls in the audience that disrupted the whole session. The old me would have got angry, but the new me saw it as a challenge.

So, as well as having to work in such negative energies I also had to cope with the teenage girls giggling and nudging each other from start to finish. Everyone I went to had negative body language and did not understand the concept of working with the medium. People did not respond to me; which is absolutely essential for any demonstration of mediumship. So I was standing up in front of these people who were either giggling or just gawping at me. I found it nigh-on impossible to get spirit information, and I had to endure some incredibly long periods of silence; it’s a shame that the silence did not extend to the teenage girls in the audience. This had never happened to me before, and after what seemed like an absolute age, the event came to an end. Incredibly, some of the people came up to me and thanked me for their messages, and some even apologised for the behaviour of the young girls, even though it was nothing to do with them. Some of them complained to the management about the girls’ behaviour and I understand that they were banned from attending future events.

As I drove away from that venue I had a bit of a smile on my face. I was happy that I’d done my best not to be judgemental and just carried on with the task in hand. The experience also confirmed what I already knew, working in pubs no longer served my soul, and neither did clairvoyant demonstrations. From then on I only served two venues that laid on pure clairvoyant nights; the reason for that was because they were two venues where I had always received great support and continuing to serve them was my way of maintaining the connection.

I continued to bumble along; it was very difficult to eek out a living from my spiritual work on a self-employed basis. I also worked as a “helping hand”, for an organisation called Care and Repair. It was a charity that gave support to vulnerable adults in their homes. That was also on a self-employed basis, and even though the money wasn’t brilliant, it added a few pounds of much-needed income to the coffers. As 2013 was nearing its end, something else happened that was nothing short of miraculous.

As a helping hand, I was down to one solitary client; an elderly lady with dementia and poor mobility who lived six miles away. It was Boxing Day, December 26, and I was due to go and see her for a couple of hours. I would do a bit of cleaning and make sure she had a meal. But when I went out to the car it wouldn’t start. I reported in and someone else went out to see the elderly lady. Between Christmas and New Year my trusty mechanic, Tony, got the car going and I thought all was OK. But the day before New Year’s Eve, I set off on a journey to visit a friend who lived near Grimsby (around 170 miles away). I only got eight miles down the road and I heard a knocking sound coming from under the bonnet. I managed to pull over and have a look and found that the water reservoir container was empty. The knocking sound was because the hard plastic container had become so hot, it was banging against the inner framework of the car. It was lucky I’d only travelled eight miles.

I managed to get back home and took the car to Tony again once the New Year was out of the way. He said it would cost a fortune to repair; far more than the car was worth and that I’d be better off getting a new car. That was the worst thing he could have told me. Where would I get the money to buy a new car? I succumbed to the yarn being spun by my mind and went into severe panic mode. There was very little money coming in anyway and now I had no car. Tetbury has a very sparse and expensive bus service, so I would have no way of getting about either. It was a serious case of , “what am I going to do”? Now, I have written extensively about what happened next, so I’m not going to go into all the detail here, because I will still be writing at midnight. You can read the incredible story by clicking on the two links below entitled, Miracles Do Happen.

Miracles Do Happen

Miracles Do Happen 2

But to give you a bit of an idea, I had hardly any work, no car to get to that work, or to look for work, or even to get out and try to claim benefits for an interim period. I realised I was being my own worse enemy and took steps to change my mental attitude. Miraculously, shortly after taking these steps, someone just gave me £1000, right out of the blue. Not only that, they said I didn’t even need to pay it back. It was more miraculous because I never even asked that person for any money! Then shortly after that I got a job from an unexpected source and not long after that, another car!

The next post will be the last in the series, but there will be a summary post after that. We are now at February 2014.

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An Hour & A Half; 90 Minutes Or A Lifetime? Part Two


As you would have gathered by the previous article the evening of April 3 wasn’t exactly a bundle of fun.  But to the writer, evenings such as this can be a God-send in the long-term because they inspire creativity.  With this in mind, it seemed like a great opportunity to give you further insight into the process of mediumship.  Also, a friend of mine in Slovenia had a number of queries (valid ones) that I shall endeavour to answer in the following few paragraphs.  I will also take the opportunity here to explode a few myths.

It’s a common misconception that mediums can just pluck information out of thin air, and are in constant communication with the realms of higher vibration.  Nothing, in fact, could be further from the truth.  Firstly, any decent medium will make sure they are closed as they go about their day-to-day business.  Believe me, you really don’t want it “there” all the time.  From time to time you do come across people who will tell you that they are in constant communication with their “guides” and who are always trying to shove some kind of hair-brained message down the throat of anyone who will listen.  If you come across this, in virtually every single case that person is simply communicating with lower energies who have attached themselves to them.  In a nutshell, if you have got a constant jabber, jabbering going on in your head or you are constantly having clairvoyant pictures flashing through your mind, then there is something seriously wrong.  A good medium will be disciplined and will know intuitively the difference between negative vibrations and vibrations of a pure nature.  A good medium will remain intuitively connected to the Divine and will not feel the need to show others how great they are by the constant churning out of messages.

Going back to April 3, there was a number of things going on in that room that made the evening one to forget, as far as the clairvoyance went.  But nonetheless, they give a good insight to the uninitiated as to how a demonstration of mediumship can be sabotaged.  There are certain conditions that you need in order for things to run smoothly.  If you have all of those things in place then you really are laughing, but you can get by normally by just having a few of them in place.  Firstly, in an ideal world your venue would have a really good energy, but as already stated, the energy in that pub was probably the most negative I have ever encountered.  Secondly, you would always hope that your audience are going to be warm and open to working with you.  Sadly, they were also probably the most negative audience I have ever encountered.  Thirdly, you need people to respond to you; you need the vibration of their voice.  When you just get blank stares it makes life nigh-on impossible.  It’s also not good when people sit with their arms folded when you speak to them.  The reason being that “who we really are” nestles within our heart centre.  The medium is in a heightened state of awareness and the info coming from the astral realms also has a higher vibration, so the sitter needs to be open-hearted so that the three-way link can be created; in other words, we actually communicate via the heart, so if you sit with your arms folded you are blocking the energy.  I remember going to one particularly grumpy old man sitting at the back, who sat arms folded and with a face like thunder all the time I was trying to work with him; and he was one of the more receptive ones.

Finally, you would also hope that no one brings their own negative entity attachments in with them.  Unfortunately, I had this to contend with as well.  Another man sitting at the back seemed to be constantly in communication with unseen forces himself.  When this happens it interferes with the medium’s link and makes things very difficult.  It got to the point where I couldn’t quite believe what was happening, but I saw it as a challenge and thought the best course of action was to hang in there and keep going.  You just have to work with what you have, it’s as simple as that.  But ideally, you would want a venue with good energy and an audience/congregation who are seeking some kind of spiritual enlightenment, as opposed to just wanting a message; which brings me onto my friend’s queries.

I was asked why I would be doing spiritual work in a pub, why there was teenage girls in the audience and why I felt that clairvoyance had nothing to do with spirituality.  So, for my friend in Slovenia and anyone else outside of the UK I will deal with these issues one at a time.

Firstly, meetings such as clairvoyant evenings have been taking place in the UK for many, many years; probably as far back as the 1800’s.  In the early days they would be raided by the police and mediums would be persecuted.  But for many years now such meetings have become a normal part of life.  Quite often, the people who run them have difficulty finding a suitable hall.  Maybe there aren’t any in the area, or all the decent ones are already taken, so sometimes they have no option but to book a function room in a pub.  However, in this particular instance it was the proprietors of the pub who were running the event.

Secondly, it is quite normal in the UK to have youngsters at these events.  In a lot of the Spiritualist churches people take their kids and even their dogs; it’s actually great to see when families all come together.  The behaviour of those particular teenage girls was actually a rarity.  To be perfectly honest I have had much more problematic evenings because of the childish antics of adults, and what with all the other stuff going on, a few giggling girls was the least of my problems that night.

Finally, my comments about clairvoyance and spirituality were meant in the context of such evenings.  I will endeavour to explain.  As I said in the previous article, clairvoyant evenings tend to attract people who are not looking for spiritual enlightenment.  They go along for a number of reasons.  Maybe just to see what it’s all about, to get a message or maybe with a group of friends to “have a laugh”.  When I said that clairvoyance has nothing to do with spirituality, I meant that simply churning out messages from fairly low levels of the astral plains to people who are not interested in spiritual enlightenment, has indeed got absolutely nothing to do with spirituality.  On the other hand, those who seek enlightenment can of course benefit greatly from their own clairvoyant faculty, either through the bliss of meditation or simply by being in tune with who they really are.  My comment was meant purely in the context of such events that are referred to as “clairvoyant nights” here in the UK.

To end this article I will just elaborate a bit more on why I reacted the way I did.  I was really knocked sideways when I realized I was in for such a rough ride, but as stated, I quickly also realized that I was being tested.  So at the same time as trying to make the best of a bad job, I had a lot of other stuff going through my mind.  I thought about all the quotes I post on social media about tolerance, forgiveness and practising what you preach.  I thought about Baba’s teachings with regard to loving those who want to hurt you and being able to see God in EVERYONE.  I thought about how Baba had literally given his whole life in service of mankind; never complaining and ALWAYS being there for us.  I thought about what Baba had done for me personally and I also thought about the sacrifices made by Christ, Gandhi, and in more recent times, Nelson Mandela.  Taking all that into account was I really going to let my ego win when faced with something so trivial by comparison?  There was only one answer, and I left the venue a happy man and stronger for the experience.

I think I can safely say that I’ve put the night of April 3 behind me now; but watch out for more posts on similar subjects.