Diary of a Trance Medium

I have often been to the spirit world just to browse. The colours are brilliant… purple skies streaked with orange, grass as green as emeralds, and people of all cultures and races living in harmony. People from all different periods of history mixing together… some talking, relaxing or teaching and some flying! Often I go there when Richard and our ‘team’ have something that they want to discuss with me, and on those occasions I am taken to a large circular stone room, with a circle of ornate wooden chairs. The whole thing is as real as every day life here on earth and at these times Richard and the others are as solid and alive as I am.

When I see spirit externally in this world it is very much as one would imagine viewing a ghost – sometimes the whole person is very apparent but appears like a hologram… sometimes I perceive them as an ‘essence’. It’s all about relaxing the mind, like viewing a ‘magic eye’ picture. When I first saw Richard standing at the bottom of my bed it was as a ‘ghost’, although the vision was very clear, but a few months later he managed to perform a full tangible manifestation and it is something I will never forget… one of my treasured memories…

It was September 2000 and I had just returned from my first trip to Wales. We had gone with my healer friend David Maunder to help Richard say goodbye and let go of his place of existence while on the earth plane. The mission had been both joyful and sad and on occasions very traumatic for us all. Richard had been incredibly brave.

We had been home for a few days and Richard suggested that I must be tired and should get an early night. However, sleep evaded me and I felt restless. (I am a horrendous insomniac at the best of times).

For quite a while it seemed I was on my own. Then I felt his vibration and realised that he had been with me sitting quietly. He asked me if I wanted to ‘play’ and told me to lay back and send him positive thought – to relax and no matter how strange things felt to trust him.

It wasn’t long before the energy in the room became very different, with a new intensity. In my mind I could hear crackles and whooshes and, with my eyes opened or closed, could see in the darkness energy moving like dark clouds interspersed with star-like sparkles and occasional flashes of stroboscopic white light.

Sometimes sensations like electric shocks or currents would surge through my chakra system making me twitch or jump. Richard would say, “It’s okay – trust me… it’s like a magic carpet ride!”

Then the vibrations changed again and became very powerful and I remember looking at the clock. It was 3am. Richard can be very time fixated and draws my attention to the time frequently. Both 3pm and 3am are relevant for us.

Just for a moment, things almost became too much – the noises in my head (which sounded like the engine of a jet plane) suddenly changed and became like the sound of Velcro being ripped with some force. Then he said, “You have to have your eyes open for this.”

I did as I was asked and saw a pillar of energy right by my bed. It was glowing gold and appeared to be vibrating. I remember feeling a little frightened, but knowing I could trust him completely as I relaxed and allowed the energy to lift higher until it was right over my bed, about four feet above me but now horizontal.

There was one huge surge of sound followed by a buzzing and ringing in my ears. My head felt like it was going to explode and then there he was in solid form, hanging in the air above me.

I could clearly see him from the waist up. He was wearing a black jacket and his hair was falling forward. His features were beautiful and sharp, like a Rubens sculpture, and I he had very angular sideburns framing his cheekbones.

Then I noticed his eyes. It was something I shall always remember… they were as I had seen in my mind a thousand times, but they were reflective – like mirrors. They had no colour but they shone and were quite stunning. I watched him frozen in time… I don’t know how long he hung there. The sounds became very intense again and, as they did, I found that I half sat up, head pounding. As I leaned forward he dropped down, wrapped his arms around me and put his head on my shoulder. I could physically feel him. He hugged me really tight and his dark hair, which was so soft, brushed my cheek. He said, “Thank you.” Then he was gone. It happened just like that. The sounds and everything just vanished in an instant. I sat for ages just re-living the moment.