It is inevitable that, at some time, we must all vacate the
chrysalis that is our physical body, and allow the essence of our minds
the freedom it so desires. I believe it is in this area that mediums are
irreplaceable. They bridge the gap between one dimension and another
with survival evidence, giving comfort not only to the bereaved but also
to the departed, enabling those on both sides to live their lives to the
It also takes away the fear of death for those in the last years of
their lives. I had not realized until I became a medium, just how
frightened old people are at the thought of dying. Because they are old,
society does not expect them to show fear, and so they suppress it - and
this makes them ill. When they are encouraged to speak about their
fears, the floodgates open. I have seen quite tough individuals break
down and weep, when they talk about the inevitability of death.
For these people, survival evidence provides the solace and courage
they need when it is time for them to make the transition from one
dimension to another, as the following story shows.
Maise was a fairly active lady in her mid-eighties. Her daughter
Deborah asked me if I could help her mother. Although Maisie was
physically active, she had become increasingly depressed and withdrawn
over the past year, and no matter how hard her family tried to help, she
refused to divulge the reason for her unhappiness. I suggested that
Deborah ask her mother to accompany her the next time she herself came
to me for healing. This way Maisie would not be suspicious.
Deborah duly arrived for her appointment, and introduced me to her
mother. Maisie looked very fit, and was still a very attractive woman,
but her eyes were dull and she looked sad. We chatted for a while, and
then I asked her to sit in one of the armchairs whilst I healed her
About ten minutes into the healing, I glanced across at Maisie, and
as I did so, I heard a voice say 'For God's sake tell her to cheer up.'
I hesitated to repeat this, so I waited for more evidence. 'This is her
husband, Eric,' the entity said. 'I'm very annoyed, because I can't get
near her to comfort her. She has shut me out.' I passed on the messages
to Maisie whilst I carried on with the healing.
At first she just sat and stared at me, and then she said, 'How do you
know about Eric? Did Deborah tell you?' So I explained that I was
a medium. 'I don't hold with such people,' she said. 'It's too spooky.'
She stood up. ' I'm going. There's no way I'm going to stay here.'
Deborah tried to persuade her mother to stay, 'Come on, Mum,' she
said. 'At least stay until I've had my healing.'
I decided to intervene. 'Deborah, I think you should take your
mother home.' Turning to Maisie, I said, 'I'm sorry you've been shocked,
but I thought you knew I was a medium as well as a healer. Go home and
think about what has happened. If you want to return another time, I
will be pleased to see you.'
When they had left, I walked back into the healing room and saw a
spiral of energy in the centre of the room. A voice said, 'She will be
back.' I do not know who was speaking to me - it certainly was not Eric
- but the message made me feel better.
A month later, Deborah asked for an appointment for herself and her
mother. I must admit I was rather surprised, and wondered what would
happen this time around.
When I opened the door to them, I could not believe I was looking at
the same woman. Maisie looked ten years younger and, as she smile, her
eyes lit up.
'I'm sorry I was so rude to you last time I was here,' she said.
Smiling, I told her not to apologize. I had understood her feelings.
'It must have been quite a shock for you,' I said as I showed her into
the healing room.
'Well, it was rather.' She paused, and then she said, 'I want to
thank you from the bottom of my heart. You have saved me from a fate
worse than death.'
'What do you mean?' I asked.
'Misery,' she replied. 'You see, I thought life ended here, but since
you gave me Eric's message, I've come to realize that we do survive
'What makes you so sure?' I asked. 'After all, you weren't given much
'Oh yes I was,' she replied vehemently. 'You may not have realized it
at the time, but I could see me husband's face building up over yours as
you spoke, and you also took on his mannerisms. It was Eric all right.
That is why I was so frightened. And the more I thought about it, the
more incredible it seemed.' She smiled, 'Perhaps I could come along now
and then for a sitting. I told her that she would be more than welcome.
Deborah told me later that the message from her father had turned all
their lives around, and the atmosphere at home was now so much happier.
Maisie came to see me regularly for the next four years, and in that
time received some incredible survival evidence, not only from Eric, but
from friends and relatives as well.
She was ninety-two years old when she died. Her daughter told me that
she never stopped speaking about her first visit to me, and how the
experience had enabled her to enjoy the rest of her life.