Weekend Away with Spirit

How can I convey a weekend full of wonderful light as I met old friends from previous gatherings of like minded individuals whose aim is working for the Spirit World to bring illumination and understanding into this realm of existence,  to prove that there is no death.. that we are All of us Spirit first and foremost.

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Where do I start in telling you of the unconditional love of Spirit as they endeavour to communicate to us our lost ways, when much of humanity has Exited God Out with his EGOtistical ways

What can I write to convince my readers that those across the divide are trying their hardest to reawaken that Spirit within as we remember from whence we came and where we return.

How can I convey that all I’ve been writing about has been confirmed by Spirit to be Truth.. That our World is changing- rapidly so now, and that within our life time Money will cease to have value, And that much more chaos will be felt before we find our Spirituality again as a race of Human Beings..

And how throughout all of this they ask us to Trust in its process and not add our Fear to an already Out of Balanced world where Fear has been a key force in holding the Human Spirit down. As they ask us to love each other more and care..

How do I make all of you see that each of us are agreed to be here at this time of Great Change. We came to Free ourselves from the constraints we’ve created as we fell from our intended pathway of experiencing this wonderful Planet, this Living Library called Earth.

How do I tell you the excitement of of hearing from my own Father today who has been in the spirit world from 1998. He brought evidence through direct voice of a cockney boy Daniel. who relayed his message.. Letting me know to the exact time I called the Dr the night he took his transition .. 

He also brought evidence of his illness,and a memory only I remembered and which had been a family joke for many years when I was a small child. My Dad had taken me on a bus journey into a small town near our village and along the route ran a railway track, back then there were stream trains, and Dad said to me, I was 5 years old at the time.. “Look there’s a Chew Chew….” I apparently look at my father and said “ Daddy that’s not a chew chew .. Its a Train’… and the people on the Bus started to laugh… He told me that story over and over when I grew up saying I had made him feel so small that day with my grown up talk and his baby talk.. Smile  Today, he came through and said to Daniel, tell her about the Chew Chew train…. .. my heart leapt and tears sprang for this confirmed everything.. He also told me of his tobacco box he kept odd screws and bits of things in And a photo album that was battered which I have of his. And he said “ Girl, you will be alright, you will be fine Girl” those words to me are everything..

After a whole weekend workshop from 10am to 5-30pm and two evenings of talks and demo’s I more than tired, But so full up with love…and so very blessed to have witnessed the wonderful Physical Mediumistic Skills of Scott Milligan again both in Deep Trance and with Ectoplasm, as direct voice was used along with the construction of the voice box external to the medium whereby those from Spirit can blend their energies and speak in their Earth voice once again. We heard the Voice of Judy Garland who has been perfecting her skill at using the voice box as she sang with her pure voice for 5minutes in a range which is enabling the voice box to be developed so that soon loved ones who have passed to spirit can come and talk directly with sitters in the séance room…

My thanks go out to all those who helped bring our two worlds together this weekend,

And I shall be around to visit all my friends sometime soon during the next week.. Please have patience with me..

Love and Light to you all.. Sue Dreamwalker

  

A True Story from 2008 Re-Post

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A True Story..

Many years ago, I was privileged to sit as a guest in a physical phenomena circle. Of a renowned physical Medium. Where upon I witnessed the materialization of the Spirit Form, from the world of Spirit.

I was privileged to shake hands with a man named Walter Stewart Stinson who was the spirit helper of the Medium. He had been in the world of spirit at that time for just over 80 years..He had died in 1911 in a railway accident.. His hand was warm and full of life, his grip was firm and strong, and as solid as any handshake I had experienced upon the Earth plane.

Walter spoke in the broad drawl of his American Boston accent and was full of charm, and he definitely had an eye for the ladies when alive, and he hadn’t changed as he paid the ladies in the circle his compliments.

I had sat in various circles of physical phenomena witnessing various manifestations from spirit hands being formed from ectoplasm, to hearing the crackling of an old gent’s voice as he projected his voice box into ectoplasm contained within a trumpet shaped device to enable him to speak directly to his grieving daughter . Such has been my experiences as a Spiritual Medium. As well as linking with my own guides to deliver messages from the Spirit world to enable their love ones move on or to help see them through their earthy problems.

And now I have come full circle, and for several years I have run my own Spiritual Development/Awareness circle, helping to bring out those gifts that lay dormant in many of us, helping those who wish to develop these gifts, by training them how to reach out to the Spirit world that many upon our Earth plane still doubt the existence of, and yet whom all wish to go heaven when they die.

I wish to tell you a story of a young woman… A girl called Jane.. Jane came to talk to our group.. Jane was dead.. But came to talk to us via me, as I went into a Trance state… She was also seen in an overshadowing and sketched by our Artist Medium in our group.

I want to tell you a story of Jane’s Heaven..And a Story she told to us.

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Jane was a young girl who when alive lived in Wales in the U.K. She came and spoke with the soft lilt of the Welsh accent and first introduced herself to the group with a beautiful singing voice. She told us of a place of beauty where she resided now in the spirit kingdom and of her life when on the Earth plane.

She spoke of the period of time she lived with long dresses and bonnets, her father was a pastor they lived in a rundown rectory with leaking roof, she spoke of the poor of that time, and how she would go out with her mother with baskets of food and try to help those in their parish. She told us of how her Mother had got sick and passed over, and how she was scared of her father who was a man of God, but whose ‘wrath’ he preached and feared.

Jane told us the day when she too became ill and passed at a young age, she never married, and how she joined her mother in the Spirit realm.. She described the cottage that her mother lived in on the spirit realm, she said that her mother had built that cottage, by her love and deeds, the group were told how beautiful it was, an how her Mother had now moved on to higher level, but she still came to visit her.

Jane was asked by the group members of my circle, what she did to pass the time in the spirit realm, She told us of her tutor, and how she was learning all the time, she told us that she helped to make the flowers bloom..

Jane described how in the spirit realm where she resided there was no decay as on the Earth, she said the flowers were a creation of love. And that the colours were so beautiful and different from those upon Earth. And went on to say how she tended the flowers in peoples gardens, helping them bloom, she said she sang to them and loved them and in return the flowers opened their blossoms responding to the vibrations she and others gave them. And they would change their colours according to mood and surroundings.

She was also chosen with others to go down the valley as she described it.. For she reminded us that ‘In our Fathers House are many mansions’.. [many levels] and each of us reside at the level we have attained for ourselves. For Like attracts like.

Jane told us of a time she and her tutor and friends went down the valley into the ‘Mists’ where those souls who were not happy lived.. In this place it was cold, and dank. People were suspicious of each other, and their dwellings reflected the conditions of their hearts and minds.They were sparse hovels, with no furnishings. They were grey and damp shacks, and people would fear, be full of anger, bitterness and hatred of one another.

It was part of her job, to seek out those who wished to change their ways, who showed remorse, or who asked for help, and it was her job to help them back up the valley into the light and love of the place where she resided upon her level of existence.

Jane spoke of an old gent, whose home was a hovel, she said he was a very lonely Grumpy old man, and he were full of bitterness. When he was alive he would shout at the children on his street, telling them to clear off, he wouldn’t spend his money, and would hoard his things, and he hated his life. But most of all she said he was just lonely. His dwelling place he had built for himself reflected this. For Jane said that we each built our own piece of heaven, with the things we bring with us.. All the grumpy old man had brought with him were sadness and bitterness, emptiness and hate. So his surroundings reflected his heart and Soul.

Jane told the group that over a period of time she gained the old man’s trust, and as he started to like Jane so his heart expanded too, he came further out of the mist, His dwelling place began to improve, he noticed that he now had furnishings within his cottage, until the day came he moved from the misty place at the bottom of the valley and he emerged to live in his own beautiful cottage, surrounded by flowers and meadows and orchards.

The group laughed as they were told he sometimes still wished he was still deaf, as Jane sang her songs to him. But he now could see how his bitterness and hate, had twisted his thoughts and so coloured his surroundings.

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We were taught that day, that when we take our final journey, we cannot pack our suitcase full of our possessions, we take not our houses, cars jewellery or money.. It matters not what we have gained in power or privileged life style..

What we take with us simply is what we have within our hearts.. our love, our compassion, or our hate or bitterness.

What have you got packed in your suitcase, for your final journey?
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Christmas Tree Séance

As most of you know by now I often join workshops and physical mediumship séances. For a number of years now I have sat as a guest in Scott Milligan’s Physical Circles in various venues around the UK.

Today Sunday18th Dec 2011, I was privileged to join Scott again in his end of the year Séance in which we were asked to bring a small toy each (ones with no batteries ) for Spirit Children .. We wrapped them up in the séance room  and placed them around a very small tree in the centre of the circle..  there were 18 of us in the circle… I took a small tambourine, others had taken soft toys, squeaky ones and one  present was a tin of that spray string in a can.

The Séance was an end of the year thank you to the spirit world and was a special opportunity to those who had supported Scott in his previous workshops to join together in the special Christmas Tree Séance which would allow those children in spirit to come forward  to play with the toys.. And donations were going to one of Scott’s Charities he supports that of The Teenage Cancer Trust

For those unfamiliar on how this is achieved  this is done by the use of Ectoplasm   information can be found on the net about this, … I ask for those who maybe sceptical to listen to a testimony given about another Great Medium  David Thomson who Scott actually started out as sitting for in the UK before David emigrated to Australia.. David was scientifically tested and a link here can be found on  YouTube about those tests..

Getting back to today, we spent a wonderful 2 hours together and were rewarded as several Spirit Children used the ectoplasm at the same time as their hands were felt on sitters knees.. as they ripped open presents and proceeded to shake and rattle them around the room, I was squirted with spray string as one came up behind us and I was covered in string..There was none stop laughter all around. as these children had such fun.  

There are always strict rules for those attending the circles, we are all searched, no shoes or jewellery, this is to ensure no one can say their has been an Apport, or throw things out of pockets etc.  This was all done as we held each others hands around the circle and those on the end of the circle next to the cabinet  placed both hands on the person next to them. and Scott was securely tied in a secure wooden chair with four plastic ties to hands and feet held around the chair to other ties, The ties were checked by independent sitters and the end of the ties were cut off at angles and the ends were asked to be kept by different sitters until after the séance.

Messages were brought through from relatives in the spirit world with evidence known only to the sitters receiving the messages, showing proof of survival of Life After Death…

Scott was lifted still tied to the chair out of the cabinet several feet into the centre of the circle at the end of the séance by spirit  and the four ties were then asked to be matched up to his still tied limbs before he was released so as to prove Scott hadn’t moved from his chair..

We sang and we laughed so much our tummies ached along with our jaws from smiling so much… Another wonderful experience that will last along while with me as being one of those rare and special memories I have witnessed as we join in love and light with the spirit world.

I have been very privileged in  my life to see several brilliant Physical mediums… Bill Meadows is one and Stuart Alexander  is another.. I have for over the past 20 years sat in different physical circles of development and  know as a platform medium myself that Life is Eternal. but Séances like these shows even those who need to see it to believe it that there is Life After Life…

I just had to share my day with you .. Smile  

 

All Hallow Even~ ALL Hallows Day~ Halloween!

 
This year I am being very lazy, so apologies to all those who read this last year as I posted it for last years Halloween.. I found much information even I didn’t know , and tied in information I found along with some things I already knew to post. There is so much Information out there if we care to dig deeper into all ceremony and rituals in which we take part in.. Often we follow blindly traditions that our parents followed and yet don’t understand where or why these traditions started, and often they turn into something that is slightly distraughted from its origins. So for those who care to spend five minutes or so reading I hope you may learn something you didn’t already know.. And for those who are just dropping by… Happy Halloween and enjoy the Graphics~Sue Dreamwalker

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Halloween

Halloween, where does the word come from? Well in fact Halloween comes from All Hallow Even. The night before All Hallows Day. Therefore Halloween is the eve of All Saints Day.

From 1066 to 1485 there was no evidence that the 31st of October was anything other than the eve of All Saints Day. But that changed in the 19th century right up to the present day, and has been associated with witchcraft and ghostly ghoulish things, so why is that?

Halloween was developed from the Celtic Feast of Samhain sometimes spelt Samain or Samuin, pronounced “sow-in”, this feast marked the end of summer and the beginning of winter. Samhain was the time when the Celts acknowledged the beginning and the ending of all things as they saw the leaves fall from the trees and the coming of the winter. It was a time when they turned to their Goddesses and Gods, seeking to understand the cycles of life and death..

Due to the facts that many people died in the winter, and the people were so dependent on the natural world, they believed that this day the boundary between the living world and the dead opened up gateways. On this day the dead could invade the world of the living and priests would be able to predict the future and talk to the dead more easily. They would dress up and at a large central bonfire pay homage to the Celtic deities, sacrificing animals to the gods.

They would also try to tell each other’s fortunes while dressed up in the costumes of animal skins and heads.. It was also a time during the coming of winter that the weakest animals were culled and provision was made to store food stuff to see them through the winter.

The Celts called upon their ancestors who they thought could help bring guidance and warnings to help them through the winter months. It was a time when the Druids and soothsayers would forecast events for the coming year.. The High Kings of Ireland held feasts that lasted a week for this purpose, and predictions would be forecast of farming patterns, hunting, and Storms and the Moons eclipses. And whether or not the Kings lands would be free from Plotting Neighbours.

The Celts believed that evil spirits came in the long winter months of darkness and believed that on that night the vale between worlds of the living and those in spirit, were at their weakest. And so therefore would be most likely to be seen on earth. So they built bonfires to frighten the spirits away, and they danced and celebrated around these fires.. The fires were supposed to bring comfort to those souls who were in purgatory and people prayed for them as they burned the piles of straw.. Those in Scotland and Ireland where the Celtic influence was more pronounced kept the strongest traditions of burning fires..

In the seventh century, after Christianity had spread into the Celtic lands, Pope Boniface IV designated November 1st as All Saints’ Day, a day to honor saints and martyrs. The celebrations were called All-Hallows or All-Hallowmas and the night before became All-Hallows Eve, eventually becoming our Halloween.

And it’s not hard to see that ALL SOULS Day, now practiced on November 2nd is a continuation of the pagan beliefs of Samhain.

Interestingly In 1605 in England, the fires were moved to November the 5th ( Bonfire Night ) where the anniversary of the ( Gunpowder plot) was celebrated from the foiled attempt of Guy Fawkes to blow up the houses of parliament. So Halloween and Bonfire night have a common origin, from pagan times when evil spirits had to be driven away by fire and noise.. So in fact are we on bonfire night still celebrating our ancestor’s pagan Samhain? As we burn the old wood and leaves, and make much noise as we set our fireworks off. Despite it being depicted as a celebration of the saving of the houses of parliament from a foiled Terrorists Plot, I.e. Guy Fawkes lol

Coming back to present day Halloween, wearing costumes comes from both Celtic and European heritage. When immigrants came to America, the tradition continued with a few twists, adding mostly due to the varying beliefs. The merging of separate groups of religion, nationality and even Native American traditions changed the All-Hallows-Eve into more of a party for the harvests of the year and a celebration to honour the dead.

Dressing up was thought to make the wearer unrecognizable to the ghosts of the dead. The dead would confuse them with other spirits, and to further protect themselves, people would leave bowls of food outside their doors to appease the ghosts.

At the turn of the century, 1900, the government and newspapers encouraged people to have more of a celebration and less of the ghoulish and frightening aspects of Halloween. Parades and festivities were encouraged. Sometime between 1920 and 1950 the tradition of trick or treating was revived, thought of as a way for the whole community to share the holiday traditions.

The tradition of pumpkin carving and Pumpkin Pie came from Native Americans. The Native Americans had a staple food before the first settlers arrived in America, the pumpkin. They got this plant from South and Central America, where seeds have been found dating back thousands of years. The immigrants who arrived soon used the pumpkin in many dishes including one that they would scoop out the seeds and gunk from inside and bake it with milk honey and spices and then eat it, thus the pumpkin pie is born. Along with the tradition of the Halloween lantern..

Halloween is only now becoming hugely popular here in the UK. As the traditions of trick or treat have come back overseas from America and the Retail stores have embraced the commercial side of advertising Halloween, selling it to the children. And of course making Money out of it.

So the day of Halloween is not about the dead or pranks we pull on other people but about the end of the harvest and the warm part of the year. The remembering and honoring the dead is not done by any one nationality or people, but by many. Most people in one way or another honor and remember the people they loved and knew. Halloween is just a day that we can celebrate the people of the past and help to keep their memories alive.

But just wishing all of you who read my blogs a Happy Halloween….

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A Ghostly Tale..

While I call myself a Medium who can connect that unseen world in which we all travel to when we vacate this earthly shell of a body of flesh I am but an ordinary woman who has a small gift. I lead an ordinary life and a day job as Support Worker to those who need extra help in this world.

I just happened to be able from time to time link those two worlds together and for the last 22 yrs have gone around spiritual centres in my spare time as a Spiritual Medium connecting love ones together again. I don’t do this for any monetary gain and only charge my petrol expenses..

I have been asked several times by friends to share with them my experiences, I am often asked…..

1, “ Do you see Ghosts?” 2,“ Do they come and speak to you all the time”? and “ 3,Don’t you get frightened?”

Today I will answer the First Question in more depth, “Do you see Ghosts”?, I wonder what are your Ideas of Ghosts?  Maybe they’re not the Ghoulish Macabre type some may perceive them to be.. and here is a little story about some facts on Ghosts

Ghosts exist, fact. What is sad and that they all have in common is that none of them know they are dead! For their own personal reasons, Ghosts refuse to transcend to the ‘Other side’ and stay Earthbound. In their minds they feel they are as alive as we are, because they cling to this dimension after death. And they are the easiest residents of the spirit world for the rest of us to hear and see.

Ghosts tend to enjoy attention, or maybe our reaction to them. As most of us hold fear about the unknown. And many Ghosts, although not all are usually full of guilt, anger, or remorse, for these emotions can be the main cause for them not going to the light. Some stay behind because they are searching for loved ones.

In Sylvia Browns book ‘The Other Side and Back’ she describes meeting a Ghost.

She was filming with a crew for the Unsolved Mysteries programme. She found herself talking to a woman, who was sad and anxious, dressed in blue, with a large hat tied with a scarf, who introduced herself as Mary Ellen Morley. She said she had been in a terrible car accident near Moss Beach Distillery, and was roaming searching for her three year old son. Her hairstyle and clothes had been out-dated decades ago, but she clearly thought only minutes had passed since the accident. Time has no meaning after death, even for those who don’t move off to the light where they belong.

The film crew and a couple of Moss Beach employees went to the local library, where they found after looking though old newspapers the obituary of a woman named Mary Ellen Morley, Cause of death. Car accident. Her husband and three year old son had survived her.

That Ghost stayed behind in the delusion that her child was still three years old and needed her.

As Sylvia says, ‘ the least we can do for Ghosts we meet, is to try to convince them that they’re dead, and urge them towards the light. Spirits on ‘the other side’ make every effort to bring them ‘Home’ as well. And while we push the other side pulls, and sooner or later in either minutes or hundreds of years, ghosts will find their way to the light.’

Have I seen a Ghost?… Yes I think I have many, many years ago I worked in a very old run down building that used to weave fabric years before I worked there. The building was still used in the textile trade where I was learning to machine garments..I was a young 16 year old and had been there since I left school aged 15. There was always stories told about The Ghost who would switch off lights late night and there was a dark twisted back staircase that wound its way up to the attic which no one ever walked up alone.. It would always have an eerie feel to it, and my neck hairs would stand on end if I ever had to go to the floor above me. This floor was strung with beams of wood and the story was someone many years ago had died up there.

Now you may say being a young girl at an impressionable age could have had her experience coloured that day. Or was craving attention, But I swear to you that I was a quiet little thing way back then, who didn’t say Boo to a Goose,- Let alone Boo to a Ghost!..

And I had my head down working hard, on piece-work ensuring my work was of good quality or else I had them returned to unpick to re-sew. So the last thing on my mind that day was any Ghosts.. But as I sat sewing I was aware of a figure staring at me, We had a cloak room door straight opposite where I sat to my right, this door was the only door in or out to this cloak room..I felt someone watching me so I looked up to see a man with bald head with his face pressed up against the clear half glass door that was pale and sort of distorted… I stopped machining to look again harder and I can still see his image in my mind’s eye today, the moment I realised what I was looking at I screamed, he disappeared in that instant..

Workmates came rushing,The room was searched, Manager’s were called and I remember well we had a young Irish manager who asked me Did I believe in Ghosts.. as he said he did, he tried to reassure me, and confessed that he too had had some strange experiences in that building when locking up last thing at night.. He told me, ‘Ghosts can’t harm you.. Only the living can do that’.. Words I often remember.

2”Do I speak to Spirits”? Yes all the time… But they visit me through the enthral and I blend my senses to communicate as I feel them within my Aura as I feel their essence and see their form they wish me to see through my inner eye, not my visual eyes.. And we have a mutual agreement.. They only link with me when I link with them, as if not life could get a bit hectic and congested. I will speak in more detail on this sometime in the future..

3 “ Do I get frightened?” The answer to that is a simple NO.. And having shook hands with those in spirit in physical circles who have manifested within ectoplasm, I’ve always had a huge smile upon my face and a big welcome upon my lips.. As they transcend the difficult journey back through this denseness of matter to say hello and prove beyond any doubt within my own and many others mind – Life Continues After Death –

I invite you now to share any stories you may have to tell us of evidence of Life After Death.. Whether that be People or Pets.. For our animal kingdom transcend and survive death also. 

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About Me..

I am but an ordianry Soul Who would just like to take you for a stroll Down a Road of Truth and Light Helping others and giving insight I walk my path trying to help others along the way, I hold a Dream of life, to end decay. My Path is long and the road maybe rough. But each of us has to try give back and say enough’s enough. So I share my vision through poems and thought. Of hopes and dreams in this life we get caught. And if you should stumble upon my page. Leave me your comment for you too are a Sage.. Each of us, carries within us the capacity to change the world in small ways for better or worse. Everything we do and think affects the people in our lives, and their reactions in turn affect others As the effect of a seemingly insignificant word passes from person to person, its impact grows and can become a source of great joy, inspiration, anxiety, or pain. Your thoughts and actions are like stones dropped into still waters, causing ripples to spread and expand as they move outward.. I hope that I can send a few ripples out via the web of life, as we each of us weave the threads together... Welcome to my Sanctuary of Peace and Love... May we each spread our Lights around our World....Sue Dreamwalker

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