My Life As a Medium Page 14

  ‘The man spoke to me, and told me to stay where I was,’ he grinned. ‘As I had no control over my movements I didn’t have much choice.’

  ‘Then what happened?’ I asked, anxious to hear the rest of the story.

  ‘Well,’ John went on, ‘the wall disappeared, and I found myself standing in a circle of light. At first the light was sunflower yellow, then it turned into all the colours of the rainbow. I couldn’t understand what was happening. And then I saw a Being of Light walking toward me.’

  ‘Why do you say it was a Being of Light?’ I asked.

  ‘Because the light was coming from within his body,’ he replied.

  I asked him how he had felt at this point, and whether he thought the Being was Jesus.

  ‘All I could feel was Love,’ John said. ‘Not the kind of love you have for another human being, this was different. It was all-embracing. I’ve never felt anything like it in my life.’ He thought for a moment, and then he said, ‘I have wondered since whether it was Jesus, but I just don’t know. I’m not a religious man so I have never had any preconceived idea of what Jesus would look like. Anyway, the Light was so bright it would have been difficult for me to distinguish any features. All I can tell you is that I didn’t want him to leave.’

  I wanted to hear more, ‘Did he say anything to you?’ I asked. ‘No,’ John smiled, ‘he was walking toward me then he disappeared. The next thing I knew I was looking down on my body. I was lying on what looked like an operating table and there were a lot of people standing around me. Then I was back in my body.’ He grimaced. ‘And the pain was back.’

  I smiled at him, and I said, ‘But what about the rejuvenation of cells? Where did that come from?’

  ‘When I eventually recovered from my heart attack, I knew that I had to seek out someone who could revitalize my cells. And that’s why I am here. That’s the most cranky part of this story.’ Holding his head in his hands, he said, ‘Where did I get this information? Do you think I’m crazy?’

  ‘No, I don’t. This Being of Light was obviously communicating with you telepathically, and has impressed upon you that you must seek help in this way to keep yourself healthy. I think you are also being warned not to continue living life in the fast lane.

  ‘Don’t worry,’ he said, ‘that experience has taught me a great deal. There’s more to life than working ourselves to death for material gain. I spend more time with my family now, and we are all happier for it.’ Looking at me intently, he said, ‘You know, I have completely lost my fear of death, and I feel free to live.’

  I was fascinated by John’s NDE, especially by the first part, when he was drawn into the black hole and then spun into the light. It was very similar to the stories I had heard when listening to survival evidence – the difference being that they had not returned. Through them I had also heard of the Being of Light, and of the Love that came from this person. I had wondered occasionally whether this was one person or whether there were many Beings of Light, and was to find out when a young lady called Celia came to see me.

  Celia told me her story whilst I was giving her healing.

  ‘I was at work one day,’ she said, ‘when I suddenly felt very ill. I remember falling, and then suddenly I was being lifted in the air. My memory of that part is very hazy. Then I heard voices, and saw all these people standing around me. The light was so bright around them that I couldn’t see their faces, but for some reason I wasn’t frightened. Then they vanished and there was only one person left. I knew it was a man, but the light around him was so brilliant it blinded me. He put his hand on my arm, and said, “You will remember this.” Then I woke up in a hospital bed.’ She had a wonderful smile on her face, when she said, ‘I will never forget him.’

  ‘What was it about him that you’ll never forget?’ I asked.

  ‘The Love,’ she answered. ‘I can still feel the Love that was given to me, and I try to pass some of it on to others.’

  I asked her the same question that I had asked John. ‘Do you think there is only one Being of Light?’

  She thought for a while and then answered, ‘I did see others who were similar, but they didn’t seem to have the power of the man who touched me.’

  It was all very intriguing. From these two accounts it would seem that there is a group of these Beings but only one all-powerful leader.

  Mary arrived on my doorstep one day and asked if I would see her. I explained that I was very busy but I would give her an appointment. She explained that she had to return to America the next day; the reason that she had left the visit so late was because she had only just heard about me from a friend. She said she had to talk to me. I invited her in, and promised to fit her into my schedule if she didn’t mind waiting. I was able to speak to her an hour later.

  ‘I don’t know whether you’re going to believe this story or not,’ she told me, ‘but I just had to tell someone, and my friend gave me your name.’ Looking slightly agitated, she continued. ‘Six months ago, whilst going through a divorce, I had a heart attack. The pain was dreadful. But what is etched on my mind, and will be for the rest of my life, is what happened to me when I lost consciousness. I was travelling through a tunnel at great speed and I remember thinking “this is the mainstream”.’

  ‘Were you in darkness, or was it light?’ I asked.

  ‘I don’t remember, but when I reached the other end of the tunnel it was bright sunlight, and I found myself standing on the banks of a great river.’ She hesitated, ‘Sorry, I’m trying to give you a clear picture.’ I told her to take her time.

  ‘There were people standing on the other side of the river but I couldn’t recognize any of them as they were too far away. Then, suddenly, I was surrounded by members of my late family and by my parents. They were all trying to speak to me at the same time. Then there was silence, and my mother hugged me and said, “We have only been given permission to cross the river for a short while.”‘ Mary’s face was wreathed in smiles as she spoke about her mother. ‘I was able to hug her and kiss her. It was incredible.’ As she paused, I asked whether her mother had given her a message. When she answered, she had a faraway look in her eyes, as though she was reliving her experience. ‘My mother told me that I couldn’t stay, that I had to go back,’ she said. ‘I was devastated. We’d only just found each other again. I asked why I had to return, and she smiled, and stroked my face. “It isn’t time yet,” she told me. The rest is all a bit vague. I don’t remember how we parted, or going back through the tunnel, and then I was looking into the eyes of my friend, who said, “Mary, you’ve been far away, haven’t you?” I nodded and fell asleep.’

  ‘It’s a wonderful story,’ I said, ‘and you obviously have no qualms about accepting the fact that you have been “out of this world”. What is it that you can’t accept?’

  Mary smiled. ‘You’ll probably think I’m silly, but I just can’t understand why, having made the journey, I wasn’t allowed to stay. I’ve never been a spiritual soul, and I’m not making any impact on this planet, so why did I have to come back?’

  ‘Do you mean to say that you still haven’t worked it out for yourself?’ I asked.

  ‘No, that’s why I’m here,’ she answered.

  ‘Well, it’s perfectly obvious to me,’ I said. ‘The fact that you were not religious or spiritually inclined made you a perfect candidate. You’ve been describing your experience to friends and, perhaps, to others who may be interested.’ Mary nodded. ‘Don’t you see,’ I went on. ‘You’re spreading the “word”, and people believe you simply because you are such an unlikely candidate.’

  ‘What do you mean? What is the “word”,’ she asked.

  ‘That there is life after death,’ I replied.

  Mary looked at me in disbelief. ‘I hadn’t thought of it like that. I don’t believe it, I’ve been conned.’

  I laughed. ‘Yes! But in the nicest possible way. To bring about peace, and understanding of an afterlife, the powers that be will use every a
venue open to them.’

  This information had been given to me by my guru. This is what he said:

  There will be great changes in the next twenty years. Those who have never before envisaged a life after death will be given the experience, so that they may return and teach others. We are already using every avenue open to us to bring about a transformation in your world, and I will give you the reason for these actions.

  When the soul/mind leaves the sheath/body we have to take everyone back through their earth life so that they will understand how every thought and deed has affected them. This is the so-called Heaven or Hell. They are never alone when this is happening, and although there is redemption for the crimes – of any kind – that they have committed against life, in the end they are alone and must atone for these actions. It is traumatic for all of us who are involved in this work and we are, therefore, taking every opportunity to educate and give everyone the chance to evaluate their lives before they arrive here.

  Most of the people who return to your world to tell their story would never have returned to their sheath were it not for our actions. As I have said, we are taking every opportunity that is given to us.

  This message was given to me in 1981, and I have received confirmation of his words many times through stories of Near Death Experiences. It is most inspiring to know that people have lost their fear of being ridiculed.

  So many people lead empty fruitless lives which have been changed by a Near Death Experience. Len was one such person.

  ‘I never cared much for other people,’ he told me. ‘And I hated children, which is why I never married. I’d lived alone all my life and although it was lonely at times, it never really bothered me.’ He stopped, and stared ahead, as though trying to conjure up a picture in his mind, and then he continued with his story. ‘That is, until I went into a coma. I have diabetes,’ he explained, then frowned. ‘You know, if someone else told me this story, I would never have believed them.’ There was another pause. Intrigued, I urged him to continue. ‘I went to heaven,’ he said. ‘Me! Can you believe it! I went to heaven. I thought only Christians went to heaven.’

  ‘How did you get there?’ I asked.

  ‘God only knows!’ he said.

  Pursuing my line of questioning, I asked, ‘Did you go into a tunnel, and reach the light?’

  ‘No,’ he said. ‘Nothing like that. I just arrived.’ His face lit up as he spoke. ‘There was a golden glow all around me, as though there were several suns. Then rays of all different colours danced around me. I was so happy.’ He sat smiling to himself for a few minutes, and then said, ‘But I had to pay for it.’ I asked what he meant. ‘Well, the next bit was horrible. I was sitting in a hall and my whole life was being shown on a big screen. Although it was going very fast, I could feel every hurt that I had caused to other people in my life, and when it was over I was told I had to repay a debt to society.’ Shaking his head, he said, ‘I didn’t understand how I could do that. Then I woke up in hospital. When I recovered I found that I had completely changed. I have plenty of friends now and I married a woman with a grown-up family and give our grandchildren all the love I can. Only now can I see how barren my life was before I went to heaven.’

  ‘When you were there, did you feel surrounded by love?’

  ‘Yes I did, though before I died I hadn’t known what it felt like. I do now.’ He laughed. ‘You must think I’m mad.’

  ‘Not at all,’ I said, ‘I’ve heard too many Near Death Experiences to think that. In fact, it has taught me a lot.’

  ‘Is that what it’s called?’ he asked.

  ‘Yes. You see, you don’t actually cross the line into another dimension, so it is a near death.’

  Now it was his turn to be intrigued, and he plied me with questions until it was time for him to leave.

  What fascinated me most about these NDEs was the fact that all the stories were so different. Although the majority of people were drawn into a tunnel in the beginning, they never seemed to end up in the same place at the end of it – although it seemed that the light at the end of the tunnel was common to everyone who travelled through it.

  Because I understood energy vortices I could see that it would be natural for the mind to spin and turn into a vortex, giving the impression that one was travelling through a tunnel.

  I understand from my spiritual teachers that the Universe is indeed a mass of vortices, and that the surge of energy created by these controls the mass.

  Emma was a thirty-year-old and had been in a car accident. This was her experience.

  ‘I was standing by the side of the road, and although I could see people looking at a body, I didn’t realize that it was mine. I tried to talk to them but it seemed that nobody wanted to listen to me. Then I saw this black hole coming toward me, and I was swallowed up and hurled toward a bright light. When I reached the end of this black hole, my maternal grandmother was there to meet me. We hugged and kissed, and she told me that I had to go back as my mother was so upset.’ As she recounted her story, I recognized that same glow on Emma’s face, that I had seen on others when they told me about their experiences.

  ‘In my grandmother’s hug,’ Emma went on, ‘I could feel the Love of the Universe. It filled my whole being. I’ve never felt love like that since.’

  ‘Not even from your mother?’ I asked.

  ‘No! My mother would have no knowledge of such a love.’ She frowned. ‘You see, here on earth, we don’t know about that kind of love. It is all-forgiving.

  ‘After your experience, do you think that you can give this kind of love?’

  ‘No! I believe you would have to be free of your body first,’ she replied.

  ‘Why?’

  She was silent for a few moments, and then she said, faintly, ‘Because I know.’

  When she left, I felt that Emma had not wanted me to question her any further; the experience had been so sacred to her that she did not want to spoil the magic of it.

  I could understand that feeling. Sometimes, when I have tried to share my own spiritual experiences with others and a debate ensues, one feels as though it has been tainted in some way.

  An elderly gentleman named Syd visited me one day, and asked if I could cure his arthritis. I said I would try. Whilst I was healing him he told me about his Near Death Experience.

  ‘I went into hospital for a hernia operation,’ he said. ‘I seemed to be getting on well for the first two days and then, at about nine in the evening, I felt myself being propelled out through my head. I can tell you it felt very strange indeed.’ He paused. ‘I couldn’t feel my body, but a part of me was spinning into a dark tunnel, and I remember thinking that this was death. Then I saw a light ahead, and when I reached it all my family were there waiting for me. A couple of them had been dead for about fifty years.’ He propped himself up on the couch, and said, ‘Does this sound strange to you? After all, I’m not a medium.’

  ‘No, it doesn’t sound strange at all,’ I replied.

  Settling himself down again he continued with his story. ‘My mother, father and two brothers came forward and held out their arms to me. They hugged and kissed me, even my father, and I can’t remember seeing him kiss anyone when he was alive. I’ve never felt so much love in all my life.’

  ‘What happened then?’ I asked.

  ‘Well,’ he said, ‘when they had finished greeting me, I heard a rushing sound, and then they said they had to go. I told them that I was going with them, but my mother said I had to go back.’ At this point he began to cry. ‘I saw this great river rushing past. They slipped into it and then they were gone. I heard a voice saying that they had entered the slipstream.’

  ‘Do you think it was a river of water, or some other substance?’ I asked.

  Wiping his eyes, he said, ‘That was the strange thing. It looked like a normal river at first, and then it changed into something else, and I found myself standing alone in the middle of a huge field. I heard a voice say, ‘You see, l
ife is eternal.’ The next thing I remember is waking up in bed surrounded by doctors and nurses.’

  I asked whether he had told them about his experience.

  ‘I tried to,’ he said, ‘but they didn’t take any notice. They probably thought I’d gone off my head.’

  ‘Has it made any difference to your life?’

  ‘Well, I’m not afraid of death any more and, apart from my arthritis, I feel better than I’ve ever felt in my life.’ He chuckled. ‘And I look ten years younger – which is quite a bonus.’

  ‘How old are you?’ I asked, expecting him to tell me that he was about seventy years old.

  ‘I’ll be ninety-four next week,’ he said.

  When people have a Near Death Experience it seems to have a lifetime effect on them, and is something they never forget. The materialistic side of their personality is replaced with a feeling for nature, and concern for all living things. Most of them become vegetarian because they are unable to come to terms with the killing of any creature. They know how to attain the peace that we are all seeking and, no longer fearing death, embrace life as never before. I think we can all learn from this.

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  So much work, so little time. That was my waking thought every day. I was trying to fit in hours of healing, clairvoyance, survival evidence, vitamin and mineral therapy, hypnotherapy and counselling, covering every human and spiritual emotion. There was a never-ending stream of people turning up on the doorstep asking if I could fit them in between appointments.