MY THIRD BLOG POST

The latest blog at my new site will show the format of future blogs where I interact with my Spirit Friends. I am hoping to make them a weekly event. If you want to have a direct link to the new site, please fill in the email details at the base of the page at the blog site, as I will only be linking to this site for a short time. Please feel free to comment at the base of each blog, and please respect my opinions, the opinions of others and of course my Spirit Friends. Thank you, Pete

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THE DARK WARRIOR

At one of my regular session in Hervey Bay, a woman asked me questions concerning her family, in particular her 13-year-old daughter. I said I could see the daughter had isolated herself in a darkened room, almost as if the walls had been painted black. The mother said the daughter had painted the walls and the windows black, and rarely left the house. She said she and her husband had taken the daughter to the family doctor, who referred her to a psychiatrist, but nothing really changed. I said to the mother that I could see a dark young man in spirit who had befriended her daughter about 12 months previous to this visit, and the mother confirmed that the daughter’s condition had started around that time. She added that the daughter’s condition was getting progressively worse and asked if I did house calls. I said that I did but she would have to asked for her daughter’s permission first. I explained that though the mother and father had legal rights over the child at that age, I would need the daughter’s permission because I would be getting her to remove any negative or unwanted spirit energy that may be causing interference in her life. The mother said she would try.

The next day I received a phone call from the quite surprised mother to say the daughter had consented to me visiting. I set a time for the following weekend.

I arrived at the semi-rural property, about 15 minutes out of Hervey Bay, around three o’clock on the Saturday afternoon. The home was an old Queenslander, built on polls above the ground for both ventilation and monsoonal flooding, I was greeted by the mother and introduced to her husband and eldest son. Though the male members of the family were cordial, I could sense their reservation with my kind of work. After pleasantries, a few obvious questions, and a cup of tea, the mother took me to meet the daughter. She lived in a small ground level add-on to one side of the entry steps to the main house. As we approached her door, I could hear the sound of music coming from within the room. The mother rapped lightly on the door, called her name, and cautiously opened the door. Though it was a bright sunny day outside, there was little to no light in the room, and it took quite a few seconds for my eyes to adjust to the darkness. The mother asked the daughter’s permission to turn on one light, but it was more of a command as the mother didn’t wait for the daughter’s reply before turning it on.

The girl was surprisingly pretty and well developed for her age. Had I not known her true age, I would have assumed she was at least 18. She was dressed in a black sleeveless tank top, black shorts, a black studded dog collar, and was wearing very dark eyes shadow and mascara, which matched her dyed black hair. Her Gothic appearance was reflected in the poster that took up two thirds of one wall. They were of the deceased actor Brandon Lee from one of his darker movie scenes, and from the same movie in which he was accidentally killed. Brandon Lee was the son of Bruce Lee, the Teo Jeet Kune Do master and actor. Both were accidentally killed while making movies. We chatted for a few moments, mostly on trivia associated with Brandon and his life, which she knew much about. She was totally convinced that he was in the room with her, as the protector. Psychically, however, I was seeing another, totally different, energy around her and in the room. It was an energy of death, lacking life or a life force. The energy in the room was so overpowering that I had to leave the room, her mother follow closely behind. Once outside, the mother said she rarely went into the room and was stunned at what she felt when she was in their. I suggested she go make us a cup of tea, and then when she left, I call on all that I knew in the Spirit world of the Highest calibre to come to my aid. I immediately felt Peaceful Energy building within me, and spreading out into the girl’s room and the surrounding property. After what must have been about two minutes, I went to re enter the room. She was coming out as I was going in. She was very concerned that when I had left her room, it may have been that she had upset me. It had been the first time she had left her room in daylight hours in 12 months, and the fear of being outside show on her face. We went back into her room but I left the door open.

I explained to her what I was psychically sensing, seeing, and feeling, and suggested she followed me in a simple and exercise, one which I use regularly for people who are not fully in control of their mind, thoughts, or action. It took quite a few attempts before she was relaxed enough to continue. With the aid of a visualisation exercise, I got her to remove all energy around her that was not of the highest and purist, and to replace it with the energy of peace, serenity, goodwill, and honesty. In other words her highest guidance. As she awoke from her self induced, trance-like state, she looked around the room like she was in a new place.

Almost on cue, her mother arrived with 3 cups of tea and a small plate of biscuits. She was stunned as she watched her daughter pull back the shades and curtains, and made a quick attempt to find a place for us to sit.

Some months later, the mother came to visit me with news that the daughter had returned to school, cleaned up her room and was interacting with the family again.

In an aside, she said she had taken the daughter back to the psychiatrist for a reassessment. When the psychiatrist stated that the daughter’s recovery was ‘miraculous’, the mother told him of my intervention.

She laughed as she told me “The psychiatrist seriously warned my daughter and me to stay clear of such psychic mumbo jumbo as it would only cause her harm further down the road.”

Sadly, the psychiatrist is a well respected member of the medical profession in that field, treating hundreds of cases of people with a ‘possession’ he refused to believe exists.

MY DAD’S PASSING AND VISIT

My humble apologies for the delay in my posting this Blog. Being winter and shorter days down here in Australia, combined with a backlog of activities I must complete before we get a really cold snap, has me forfeiting some activities, and preparing this Blog has been one of them.

This is a short one that I hope will sustain you the regular readers until I can put in time for the more detailed ones I’ll be posting as soon as I get them completed. Enjoy Pete

It was April 1997 and I was biting at the bit, because for five years I had been told by Spirit that I’d be moving to Maryborough in Queensland. “You will be living where the whales birth their young”.

As it turned out, the whales birth their young in Hervey Bay, where I eventually lived for a few years, but I made my living doing psychic readings in a health food store in Maryborough, the next town.

A few years earlier I had given my friend Sharon a reading in Mudgee saying she would be moving to Queensland, and that somehow I’d be ‘involved’ with her up there.

As it turned out, she met the man Spirit had promised in a reading I’d given her, and early in 1997 they invited me to visit.

And so on that day in April, with a totally over packed yellow Lite Age van (that I called my Yello Peril), I left Gulgong for Bundaberg in Queensland where I stayed with Sharon and Mike till I moved to Hervey Bay in the July.

Not long after arriving in Bundaberg, in fact only two months later, my family contacted me to say my dad’s health was slowly deteriorating and to be prepared for the worst.

One morning, around 7.00 am, I was sitting on the toilet, or the Tardus as Mike, Sharon and I call it, so named after the British Dr. Who TV Show and because, just like that Tardus, we seemed to enter a different world whenever we went there. It

was quite common for us to return back to the others after a visit there, with a lot of psychic information.

In my state of meditation, I had this feeling that dad was around me in a spiritual way. I spoke to him in my mind and asked him why he was there. “I can’t raise the flamin’ nurses” was his reply. Flamin’ was a common expression of dad’s. I could visualise him walking up the corridor of the hospice where he was staying, using a support frame, and dragging his intravenous drip and looking lost. I said, “Dad go back to bed and I’ll send a nurse to you.” He said OK but that I’d better hurry up, as he was busting to go to the toilet. He seemed to slowly fade away from me.

Surprised at that encounter, I asked my Guides what that was all about, and though I didn’t ‘hear’ Them in reply as I do now, I just knew instinctively that my dad had passed over, or was in the process of passing.

My suggesting he go back to bed and that I’d call the nurses for him, was Spirit’s way of reassuring him that all was well with his passing.

When I had finished my business in the Tardus, I went out to Mike and Sharon, without giving them any details and asked if they could get any information relating to what had just happened. They both became emotional and shivery and said they felt my dad had just passed over, or was in the process of passing over. I hadn’t told either of them what I had experienced in the Tardus. Around 10.00 am I got a phone call from my family to say dad had passed over peacefully around the time I had encountered him in the Tardus.

I was never close to my dad, or at least he was not close to me. He and I had clashed on almost every topic, though we both had tried to find common ground, which I had hoped one day we would.

With his passing came the reality that there could never be a reconciling of our differences.

Even the fact that he had come to me psychically before he died, and not to my eight siblings, I had thought would bring a new ‘contact’ between us after his passing. But other than that one encounter with him, I never had him visit me again.

The gap that was created between us is extremely difficult for me to deal with, even now.

THE FASCIST SPIRIT

Mark: I just read the copy of what will be your next Blog Pete and it sounds great. Don’t see myself as a Mark, hard to get used to that *lol*. It all rang true to me as if it was just yesterday. It also reminded me of my first ever Healing I had with you and Sue, when I almost fell of the lounge laughing my head off from the effects. I tell a lot of people about that kind of Spiritual Healing and what a great feeling it was. Go for it Pete with my blessing. Nothing I’d change or add to it. It’s just as I remember it happening.

MARK’S EXPERIENCE WITH THE FASCIST SPIRIT.

It was the late nineteen nineties when I received an invitation from Sue to visit her in Queensland. She had been living in Mudgee and had moved up to where family were living, not far from Bundaberg. She had met Mark and they became a couple.

My moving, with all my bare essentials stuffed in or strapped to my Lite Ace van, is a story in itself. I called the van my Yello Peril because on arriving at Sue and Mark’s place, we discovered fuel had been spraying all over the motor. I shouldn’t be here.

Sue obviously knew of my psychic gift, but Mark was initially sceptical, but totally polite. As a means of stripping away the sensationalism of what I did, I suggested we have a regular Circle, based on the Three Fives relaxing meditation that Spirit had shown me down in Gulgong.

After a couple of weeks as the Circles progressed and a comfort zone was reached between us three and Spirit, Mark quickly began to show signs of medium-ship, with tingling sensations around the back of his neck, a feeling of euphoria, and an overpowering light headedness. Assurance by both Sue and myself that all was well and that he had no need to be frightened, Mark started to allow his Guides to expand this gift for him. It was during one of these sessions that Mark had his first full trance. We had been meditating as per usual and not really expecting anything as nothing much had happened for quite a few of the previous meditation sessions. Suddenly Mark started to act in a restless manner. Sue and I both looked to find him with his eyes closed, and his hand holding his neck and we both knew he was in trance.

From questioning Mark, we ascertained this soul was from a period in Fascist Italy of the 1940’s. I was transformed back to visualise a dark and narrow cobblestone alleyway, winding between old stone or brick buildings. In this imagery I could see a young man, possibly in his mid twenties, sitting in a small corner of this alleyway. He was holding his hand high up to his right shoulder, near his neck. He kept telling us he was OK, that he just needed to get his breath back. He knew he had been shot, but that he would be OK as soon as he had rested. From what we gleaned from our conversations with him as he spoke through Mark, he had been an active Fascist, but had then realised how wrong the Fascists were, and had tried to change camp.

He had been accepted by the underground resistance till someone recognised him, and assuming he was still with the Fascists, took him to this spot and shot him. He still believed he was alive, and that he could reconcile himself with the underground, just as soon as he got his energy back. My guides told me he had refused to move on to the light till he had put things right with the underground members, as he didn’t consider himself worthy of the Serenity and the Light that They offered, till that reconciliation had occurred.

It took quite a time to convince him he was in spirit, and that the war had ended more than fifty years earlier. Finally, and this would have been because Mark’s own guides would have reassured him what we were saying was the truth, his soul was released from his locked-in status, and we saw him heading towards the Light.

Mark returned to his physical form, and like anyone who has tranced for the first time, experienced the unique emotional aftermath of such an awesome occurrence. It was the one and only time Mark has had such a trance session that I know of. He has had many encounters with lost souls, but not coming to him in such a manner.

Mark and Sue moved to South Australia a few years back and he is now a well respected psychic medium in his own rite, with a well worn track of clients to his ‘computer’ door.

 

QUESTIONS AND ANSWERS

Over the year I receive complementary comment, statements of opposing belief and sometimes opinions that are not fit for print.

The kind comments are listed at the end of the main pages in the comments sections and I very much appreciate them, especially from you regulars.

There is other correspondence that comes in emails and that is questions relating to the particular Blog. I happily reply to all of them and also encourage you to send me more.

I have delayed printing them in the Blog till I had enough for a page. Hope you enjoy.

SAM’S ENCOUNTER

Q. Does everyone have a different destination when they die?

A. We determine where we go when we pass over in the sense that if we pass over in a state of contentment, then we find our passing over quite pleasant. If we have no belief of a life after, as was the case of Sam, then there is a ‘tumbling time’ or time of confusion. We are the power of our own destiny when we pass over, so it is important for us to be in such a state of peace as is possible.

Q. Where are the Spirit Guides, past family members, Higher Spirits, Temple builders etc?

A. That is a very broad question and can be answered in so many ways. When a person passing over in a state of peace, there is a tumbling sensation. This confusion is where you are finding your ‘new feet’ as it were. Assuming you have an open mind spiritually, you will soon ‘feel’ or ‘sense’ a state of contentment and peacefulness. Within that peacefulness will appear those loved ones, friends and those souls you know to bring you contentedness. Include in that appearance will be your Spirit Guides.

Q. In the Sam encounter, was he earth bound?

A. Temporarily yes. His stubbornness and contradictions confused him. He kept dismissing the belief that there is life after death and yet expecting his wife to be waiting for him. With his Guides using Danny and I as basically mirrors of his contradictions, and there were others, he was able to come to terms with those states he had created before he could move on.

Q. Are the Spirit Guides you contact a reflection on your own knowledge and advancement and as such, couldn’t you reach the Higher Realms?

A. Guides, Angels, Holy Souls, or Advanced Spirit are all the same. They are the Highest available to us at our particular level. There are billions of Them acting as One Voice to assist and guide us. We can ask for specific Guides, or holy Icons, however is it our need that dictates the Team best for us at any given time. They don’t remain with us forever, but constantly change as our needs arise. Some psychically gifted people can sense a change in Guidance, but most don’t feel any difference at all.

Q. I spent mostly all night and morning reading Sam’s Encounter. Fascinating. Now I want more. Hoping maybe you have other Blog posts maybe of other psychic encounters with other spirits. And any Blog posts about the things you know about the afterlife because you seem to be really well educated in it.

A. Thank you O. To be totally truthful, I have no idea what is coming next. Today, in less that 4 hours, I’ll be linking up for a meeting with ‘Danny’ and another psychic friend to discuss the matter. Thank you again for you interest.

Q. Thank you for writing Sam’s Encounter and sharing it with us. Will this be in a book form someday?

A. The cost of publishing books in Australia is prohibitive, hence why I prefer to give my material free to those who appreciate it. Thank you for your kind words.

Q. I was concerned that readers may think their destiny is the same as Sam’s. Maybe you could express that for them in future works.

A. Sam’s story, and stories I plan to share later on, are not the case for all who pass over, and I’m sure the reader’s understand that. The encounters I’m publishing are individual not general ones. In the case of Sam, as was explained, he refused to believe in a life after passing over, yet he was expecting his wife to be waiting for him. That contradiction alone held him back. If we work now to sort out what we believe in by reviewing our moral values, our purity of self and our admitting to our faults and failings but continuing to create a better self, we have absolutely no need for concern when the time comes.

ABORIGINAL SPIRIT ENCOUNTERS

Q: I’m wondering why the souls were trapped by the old apple tree?

A: Aboriginal belief was that when we passed over, we became a part of nature, usually embedded in a tree. Hence why I made reference to the first visitation to that property having happened around old trees that would have been there before white invasion to Australia. Just like Sam’s encounter, what we believe when we pass over is where we stay till we ‘wake up’ to the fact that our belief wasn’t true. Again as in the Sam encounter, time in Spirit is nothing like time as we understand it. Spirit has no way of knowing a year to a hundred. They think they’re sleeping, as Sam thought in those first few months.

Q. When the Aboriginals were murdered, why didn’t other higher souls come to rescue them, especially the children?

A. Again using Sam’s encounter, my Guidance and Danny’s Guidance came to him on numerous occasions. They used our imagery to try and move him on. But his belief, and his confusion, held him back. This happens with those souls who have a specific belief and strongly hold to it. In the case of the Aboriginal children, they would have clung to their mothers, unaware that both they and their mothers were decease. Attempts would have been made by Higher Entities to help them ascend, but the belief of the parent would have been too strong. In this instance a Powerful Force was used, that the souls would have believed in, that caused the release. As the old Aboriginal Elder indicated, there needs to be more people offering to release these souls. We here in the earth plane have the will. Prayer was a means, but those have become more wistful rather than the determined ones necessary to start Spirit rolling.

Q. A lot of excellent psychics say that angels, guides or higher realms spirits will meet you at the moment of your death, others say they come to you just before you die.

A. They are right, but again, if the soul doesn’t believe in Them, or have different expectations, nothing changes. Hauntings and ghosts are real. Low level Orbs floating around cemeteries are real. Strange spirit happenings that cause fear in the living are real. Eventually those lost souls will move on to a more peaceful state and place. It just happens in a different time frame to our time frame here in the earth plane.

Q. These souls by the apple tree, had to be more advanced than we are now spiritually, but they were trapped.

A. Again this relates back to time. Earth time and Spirit time are totally different. My friend Danny has had encounters, out at sea, with pirate Spirits. He has called on his Guidance to help to release them a hundred or more years after they ‘died’. To them it would have felt like weeks or months.

Q. It does scare me to read souls could be trapped, as the ones around trees, and not be freed to reach their spirit home.

A. Your perception is based on the premise that those souls were conscious of their status for the past hundred or more years. Most trapped or lost souls have no concept of time … no sunrise and no sunset means time there is totally different. What we know as a very long time, to them seems very short.

Q. I felt a lot of emotions as I read your encounter of the Apple Gum trees and the souls locked in them. I think it is so sad that other humans couldn’t set those souls free. You have made me realise just how big a problem this could be. Thank you so very much for your posts!

A. Yes it was an extremely hurtful experience at the time, and less so but still hurtful sharing it in the Blog. As to why other humans couldn’t set free those souls, too often we hear the ‘thoughts and prayers’ mantra when there have been tragedies. Though it is a nice sentiment, it would be far better if we could sit quietly in meditation, after any tragic event, and concentrate on sending Good Will healing those souls that have passed at that time, and to the bereaved families. Spiritually, it creates a chain reaction to other souls who are also locked in the earth plane, not just to the ones we may be concentrating on. The Healing Energy manifests and spreads. That was what the old Aboriginal Elder meant about lost souls being locked into other places in the world, and how the Cleansing of those ones We were working on, can spread that Healing to other places as well. Basically, and in our ignorance, we send out far more bad will on a regular basis than we do Good Will. This ‘non positive’ energy, in turn reduces the level of Higher Level Goodness available to us all. Which is why we have to concentrate on the Greatest Good/Creator Force every time we meditate or call on Them for help and assistance in our daily lives. It is like we have to rebuild the Channel every time as a form of protection from the anti energies.

Q. Hi Pete. Can a spirit attach itself to someone, when they are very young, and not
know it?  I know, all thru life, that I had a lazy brain,  never could concentrate, nor can I visualize, but sometimes, thoughts come into being, that are a little neg, and not on the subject, that I am thinking of. I really appreciate, your posts, as I do learn so much from them. 

A. Thank you for your kind words. Yes, spirit energy can negatively influence a person’s thinking or feelings. However, it is how the living person deals with that thought or feeling that determines if it will grow to a control or possession
status or whether is will be dismissed.
For what it’s worth, I was exactly the same as you when it comes to ‘lazy brain’ and lack of concentration. The same with visualisations, Danny from the Sam story can actually see psychically, but I’m more feelings and ‘imagination’.
I believe some of us who are gifted are usually using up large quantities of the brain area that normally holds short term memory. I could NEVER remember names, phone numbers etc. And what was worse, I had no idea that I was psychic. My suggestion to you is assume your thoughts are good thoughts, that is they are coming from a good Source. In this way you are actually reaching out to Good, and Good will come to you. Jesus said “What Father, when the son asks for bread, gives him a stone. The inference being that The Creator Force/God is always attentive and listening. So by putting out trust, even thought you don’t know what you’re trusting, that Trust will come to you. ‘I know mine and mine know me’ …. another of Jesus’ saying relevant here. Do you do regular meditations? And if so, are they deliberately geared
to connecting to the Highest Source? Hope this helps.

THE BELLINGEN HOUSE

Friends of Mark and Joyce who lived in Gulgong would visit from time to time while I was there and sometimes, Linda would join the Circles.

She said she was pretty impressed with what I was getting, especially a message I gave her concerning entity interference at her sister Sue’s home at Bellingen, coastal northern NSW.

Some time later, Linda and her husband said they were planning a holiday over to visit the sister, would my son and I like to join them.

The two of us had been keen to get away from the peering eyes of my ex wife who was looking for any opportunity to ruin me in my local community, and so without hesitation we took up Linda’s offer.

The journey was a long but pleasant one, and it was a wonderful sensation, not just the arriving, but to be confronted by such an amazing home.

Sue’s husband Graham built alternative style homes in rural settings, and had used their place as an example of his work. It was in every sense of the word unique.

It was constructed on the side of a hill, with five levels and a central stairway from the first and lowest room to the top, and back, of the home. It was made of recycled timbers, glass, and other materials he had scrounged from building sites in a number of places in and around Sydney many years earlier. The first room was a large general room that served as lounge, kitchen and study. The next levels, separated up the centre by the steps, contained two large size bedrooms, the left room being Sue and Graham’s, and the right room where Linda and her family bunked.

Next came two smaller rooms, with a spare on the left side and the one my son and I shared on the right. Above these was the wet area level, with the bathroom on the left and laundry on the opposite side, and above that a storage area on the left and a firewood stack on the right. At the top of the stairs, was a door that opened out onto the top of the hill.

It was an extraordinary building and one I took to the minute I saw it.

Sue mentioned in passing that she would be sleeping in the room opposite the one my son and I were in.

Linda asked her sister if she was still having troubles sleeping in the main bedroom, a level below. She said she was convinced it was haunted. She said there was never any problems while her husband was home, only when he was away.

My friends looked at each other with a knowing glance and then said,

“We’ve never been comfortable in that room, any time we’ve stayed there.”

Sue said that when her husband was away, she would have doubts about his fidelity, yet when he was home, she had no doubts about him at all.

Knowing of my psychic skills, Linda asked if I could sense anything.

Though I had done psychometry and sensed areas of land where aboriginal people had been massacred, I had never done anything like this in the presence of others.

Using my outstretched hands as antenna, I slowly stepped into the room. Immediately I felt like I was back in Sydney in the 1920’s. I could feel the presence of some very nasty women and men. The women had total disrespect for the men, and the men were extremely cruel towards the women.

I was confused. This house was only a few years old, and nowhere near Sydney. I asked Sue did she know where the main timber beams, the main beams that held the weight of the rooms further up the incline. She said they had come from an old three story building from around the docks area in Circular Quay Sydney. I asked if she knew what the building was used for, and she said originally it had been a bond warehouse, then converted into accountants offices, and then a brothel.

I felt, but didn’t say, that the brothel had been a particularly nasty place catering for the worst of bestiality and similar.

I asked my Guides if there was anything I could do to remove the remnant energy. Suddenly I started raising my hands out on either side and slowly moved around the room, as if I were ushering an unseen force to gather. Then without warning, my hands came together in a mighty hand clap, as had happened in Mudgee some years before. I actually felt the building vibrate, but it was a psychic not physical, vibration.

Linda, who was standing at the door, let out a loud exclamation while her sister Sue let out a scream.

I immediately felt light headed and dizzy and went to lean against the wall. The wooden wall was electric, like it was charged with an electric current. Not bad for wood.

As I walked unsteadily back down to the kitchen for a much needed cup of tea, I could psychically hear a faint crackling sound around different sections of the building as I descended the stairs. It was a most extraordinary feeling.

A few days later, as I was strolling around the hill country where Sue and her husband lived, my Guides told me that the dormant energy of the souls from that time in the brother, were re energised when Sue, who was psychically gifted, dwelt on doubts or concerns she had about herself as worthy of the relationship, and of her husband’s possible infidelity. It was like a light switch.

While her sister, husband and the kids went down town to get takeaways, I shared what I had received from my Guides to Sue.

She confirmed that she didn’t feel worthy of her husband and that she was sure he was having more than one affair when he was away. The day we were to return home, she called me aside and said that for the past few nights, something had definitely happened for the better. Not only had she gone back into her bedroom and slept soundly, but she had lost all concerns of her husband being unfaithful.

A week after we had returned to Gulgong, Linda phoned me to say she had just heard from Sue. Sue’s husband had come home a day or two before, and they had had a huge sharing. After Sue shared what she had thought, concerning her husband’s unfaithfulness, he confessed that he had prepared an apartment down towards Newcastle because he was convinced that Sue was having an affair, and had planned to leave him.

Sue had told Linda that after that sharing, she and her husband returned to the bedroom like they were newly weds.

From that time on, Linda informed me, they had no further events of a negative nature.

MY FIRST ENCOUNTER WITH A TRANCE MEDIUM

Joyce had been so taken by the encounter we had with her nephew, from the last Encounter, that she went searching for, and found, an old friend who used to do medium-ship work in Sydney. Joyce and her husband Mark invited this medium to visit for a few days and on her arrival, I was invited to join them for a meal and a Circle.

I arrived in the late afternoon of the day the medium arrived and Joyce, Mark and myself shared our interpretation of the encounters we had been having, especially the encounter with Joyce’s nephew.

This medium explained that she had never come across such a ‘system’ as we had encountered, rather she would go into a full trance and then she would allow a particular soul’s energy to enter her.

This medium had also brought along with her a female friend who hero worshipped this medium, to the point that it became uncomfortable as we moved into the evening and then dinner time.

After the scrumptious meal Joyce had made for us all, and with some gentle coaxing, we opened up a Spiritual Circle. As we had gained more confidence in forming our Circles, Spirit would inform me when the Circles were fully attuned or when we may have been a little off our guard. This night the energy was definitely off guard, thanks to the medium’s friend, but after almost a half hour extra meditating, the Peace necessary was created. I could sense the energy gradually growing in the Circle and noted that though it was quite good and no hairs were standing out on my neck, it certainly was a different sensation in the room to our usual circles.

I watched as the medium slowly drifted into a tranced. Her breathing was very slow and she was definitely in a peaceful and still state. Then slowly she began to rise slightly in her chair as she changed from a very quiet and sombre, middle aged woman, into a very youthful and almost hyperactive young man. In trance state, she took on this teenager’s personality, scratching and itching constantly, moving about in the seat, eyes darting around frequently and distracted when the questions didn’t suit him. I was convinced that this was a definite trance. Not just because of the woman’s ‘acting’ but because I had my Guides telling me so. Though I was uncomfortable with the process, I was also mesmerised by it.

Initially the medium’s woman friend started to ask trivial questions of the lad, like what’s the weather like in Heaven and had he met God yet, to which the youth stayed silent.

Then Joyce, sensing the uncomfortable situation, asked this youth his age, his country and could he describe for us the landscape. From these questions we were able to gleaned that he was from either rural France or England at the time of the Black Plague. He was about thirteen or fourteen, didn’t have family and lived in the fields to escape the authorities. He would sneak into the towns late at night and eat the scraps that were left in the streets for the rats. He said he had pet rats and they helped him find food. He wore cut down left overs that were thrown out from the rich as clothing, but mostly ran naked. In the winters he would find open windows in basements or barns and would keep warm there. It was also obvious, from the way he dodged some of Joyce’s questions that he wasn’t a complete innocent. Robbing and pick pocketing were his forte he said, especially amongst the very rich who owned carriages. He said his greatest trick was to steel the oil out of the lamps at the back of the carriages, where they had them, and use the oil to stare fires to keep warm in the winter.

It didn’t take too much of an imagination to understand how he died. The incessant scratching would have been from his flea infestation, the carrier of the Black Plague.

I felt uncomfortable with the whole event because there was no attempt made to release the lad, who I was sure was a lost soul. I was a guest in the presence of a medium whom was placed well above our encounters and our statue, simply because she had ‘been very big in Sydney’. Such was the insistence of the medium’s friend.

It’s true that I went with an open mind and was hoping this medium might give me a few pointers, but as the reality hit me, I realised that I was the ‘Knowledged One’ in the room. At least the Guides instructing me were.

The session ended, the medium came out of her trance, the youth returned to his bug ridden rats and we had a cup of tea as the medium’s friend rattled on incessantly about her friend’s channelling.

The next morning I returned to Mark and Joyce’s for morning tea and a general chat with the medium. I asked her how she had felt, after she had come out of the trance and she said she was very drained and tired, hence why she had gone to bed early the night before. She said she hadn’t been doing much trance work because of the after effects from some of the ordeals she had to go through. I asked in my innocence, should she feel tired and drained if her protecting Highest Guides had sanctioned the source she was channelling, for which I was severely admonished by her bubbly friend?

Later, when Joyce and Mark had taken the bubbly one out into the garden, the medium approached me and we had a very good and long chat.

She asked me how much I knew of trance work and I embarrassingly said very little, other that what came into my head.

She asked me what I thought of the encounter the night before and I confirmed my belief to her that the event was genuine, but that I was concerned at how she would know which souls were genuine and which ones were lower level entities.

She said that she has always used the White Light in her Meditations before such encounters, but that over time she wondered if she was fully protected. I blurted out (Spirit through me often does this) that her Guides weren’t strong enough against the energies people brought to her performances asking for a ‘show’.

I also voiced my concern that we didn’t ask the lad, or at least his Guidance, if he wished to be released from that repetitious past. She said she hadn’t ever thought about that, and added that my ‘Knowledge’ wasn’t coming from human sources. At her request, we went into the meditation that Spirit had previously showed me, which I call the three fives Meditation:

It is a series of five deep and slow breaths. The first five to relax, the second five to attune to the Highest Spirit Energy and the third five is the state of total openness to Spirit of the Highest Order.

Being a quick meditation means that lower entities soon get a short shift from the Higher Angels that are called upon to Guide us.

After exiting the meditation, she seemed to be a totally different person with more vigour and life than before.

She then said she could see a huge positive energy around me when I spoke, and that I would be doing a huge amount of psychic work within a few years. She also said I would be moving further north, though she didn’t specifically say Queensland, which is where I ended up.

The last I heard of her was she had not only stopped doing trance work completely, but that she had stopped doing all psychic work, which is quite sad as she was a very good medium.

 

JOYCE’S NEPHEW

Those of you who have been following my Encounters, will recall from The Wiradjuri Man that those happenings started after my visits to a couple out on the Old Barney’s Reef road in Gulgong NSW back in the late 1980’s and early 1990’s.

Because of the sensitivity of the Aboriginal man at the gum tree, the releasing of the lost souls and the whole Kadaicha matter, and in respect to the couple, who were of Aboriginal heritage, we rarely discussed Aboriginal subjects.

Joyce, her husband Mark and I would regularly hold a psychic circle in their home and often received interesting instructions from Spirit, particularly as to how to hold a Spiritually Guided Circle.

On one occasion, while visiting Mark and Joyce I psychically sensed there was a spiritual presence in the house, particularly around Joyce. We asked Spirit to checked her aura and were told she had an angry and aggressive male spirit energy around her. Joyce was mildly shocked to think there had been interference, considering she prided herself in her particular White Light protection.

It was when I started to describe the character in spirit that she really was shocked. The description Spirit was giving was of a young man who Joyce said sounded like her brother’s son who had been killed some years earlier in a bike accident. Joyce had heard that both her nephew and his girl friend had been decapitated in the accident in New Zealand.

Joyce began to address her nephew as if he were there in the room, and instructed him to go to the White Light. When he became more aggressive, she backed off.

Being confused and upset, she asked me to try and communicate with him. After entering a very deep meditative state, my Guides through me started to talk to him.

They asked him to explain where he felt he was, how long he’d been there and why specifically he’d come to Joyce and Mark.

I was sensing, from Their questions, that They were trying to get him to sort out his ‘thinking’. It was as if his confusion was due to his having separated matters into individual boxes, and none of them were making sense to him.

We were almost into a hour of this interaction when Joyce noted a strange energy build up. I didn’t sense anything till suddenly I received this incredible sudden jolt that had me dazed and a little shocked.

I looked over at Joyce and in total amazement she said, “My nephew. He just punched you.” Though I was aware something dramatic had happened, there were no serious side effects.

Unsure what to do next, the three of us immediately moved away from him, back to the Circle protection, and waited further instructions from Spirit.

Joyce got the message that ‘Peaceful Souls’ around her nephew had told him They were happy to help him, but if he wasn’t interested in cooperating, They would have him removed from contact with us till such time as he was willing to behave properly.

She then said that we were to break the circle, have a cuppa and to wait Their further instructions.

About a half to three quarters of an hour later, the three of us felt we were to re open the Circle.

Joyce’s nephew was there and far more settled than he had been, but still angry. It was suggested that I stay away from him, and I left the encounter to Joyce and Mark.

He told Joyce that he couldn’t go to the Light till he had found his girl friend. Mark said he could hear the girl friend from somewhere in the Light calling to him, but he was still chatting away to Joyce.

Joyce interrupted her nephew and asked if he could hear her calling to him,

“Of course I can. Her voice had been driving me mad. I search and search but I can’t find her. That’s why I talk over her cause it’s so painful not being able to find her.”

“Have you looked up?” Mark asked.

“Don’t you think I’ve already tried that? Don’t you think I would already have looked up there for her? It was the first place I looked.”

“Didn’t you see her there when you looked up?” Joyce queried. How could he not see her?

“Well of course not,” He replied angrily, “Or I’d have gone to her.”

“Then why is it she can see you, and you can hear her, but you can’t see her?” Mark asked simplistically.

“How do I bloody well know,” his anger increasing, “You’re the one with the answers, you tell me.”

“It is your anger,” My Guides, through me, stated quietly. “Her Guides won’t let you anywhere near her while you are in a state of anger. You would unintentionally damage her.”

It was the first time my Guides, through me, spoke to him after his attack on me. I wasn’t too sure what to expect.

At first he stayed silent, then replied, “Well I have every right to be angry. One minute she is there with me, the next thing I know, I have lost my bike and she has gone.”

“Are you aware you were both killed in a biking accident in New Zealand?” Joyce interjected.

“What? Bullshit,” he replied angrily. “If I’m dead, how come there are no angels around me, just this pitch black night.”

“It is because you won’t accept the obvious.” Joyce, who had slipped into a trance state continued. “I’m your aunty, Mark is your uncle, Pete is a friend. We are all psychics. We are channelling the very Angels you’re looking for. They can’t get near you until you accept you’re no longer in the physical world. Stop fighting them, in your thought, and you will be free.”

“The darkness is of your own making.” My Guides and I.

“We’re in Australia now, not New Zealand, and it is now five years since you lost your bike and your girlfriend.” Mark interjected.

“Is this true?” He asked Joyce.

“Yes it is.” She replied with tears in her eyes. “You both died in that tragic bike accident in New Zealand.”

He went silent.

“It is definitely true.” Mark added with genuine reassurance. “Why would we all be lying to you?”

“OK, then what am I supposed to do?” He said finally.

“Close your eyes and take some long, deep, peaceful breaths.” Joyce copied the very same meditation we had both been given by Spirit that we used when starting our Circle Meditations.

For at least a half hour, both of us in trance form, worked with him as he started to let all his fears, hurts, and sadness lift away. It was slow, tiring and quite a few times repetitive, as he slowly trusted that we weren’t ‘leading him down a strange path’.

At times we wondered if we wouldn’t have to come back another day, and do this all over again, so redescent was he.

I then had the sensation he was starting to slowly open his eyes and look upwards.

That was when we both felt a tingling sensation and a deep emotional feeling.

Joyce burst into tears, and it was all I could do not to join her.

“He can see her, he has found her.” Joyce blubbered, tears rolling down her cheek.

Slowly we felt him ascending towards her in the light, till he had finally gone.

The room was electric with emotion and there wasn’t a dry eye amongst the three of us.

A week later, I called back to their place and during the discussion Joyce sensed something was happening in spirit and so we opened a Circle and tuned in.

Her nephew was back holding the hand of his girlfriend. She was nursing a baby. They were both dressed in white and we were told they had just been married.

Joyce didn’t known that the girl had been pregnant when she had passed over from the accident.

It was not unlike the encounter in the movie Ghost where Patrick Swayze’s character leaves Whoopee Goldberg and Demi Moore for the last time.

Some weeks later, Joyce phoned her brother and the father of this young man, who was quite sceptical of psychic matters, to tell him of our encounter. He hung up halfway through the conversation.

It was almost a month after that phone call that her brother’s wife wrote Joyce and Mark to say the phone call had shocked her brother so much that he couldn’t talk to anyone about it. She told Joyce it wasn’t common knowledge the girlfriend had been pregnant when she had died.

She further said that two days after Joyce, Mark and I had our final encounter with Joyce’s nephew, the young man had visited his father to say all was well.

Joyce’s sister in law said that since then there had been a massive change in the ‘air’ in their place. A sense of anguish, dread and sadness had completely lifted and that she and Joyce’s brother were working on slowly starting to re build their lives again.

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