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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.


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.


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?

23 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. iamforchange
    Dec 22, 2011 @ 00:02:03

    A very Beautiful story! Thank you for sharing it as it is Beautiful as is the soul of Jane! Yours is as well Sue!



  2. mysterycoach
    Dec 22, 2011 @ 02:37:15

    Aw honey, this is nice. Some people are such poopy head though. So how do you go from … “here” to where you feel calm and those things don’t get to you. Know what I mean?



  3. granbee
    Dec 22, 2011 @ 09:34:11

    Sue, as I read this post, and gazed at the breath-takingly lovely painting of the cottage and its flower garden, I was suspended for a few moments in the spirit world, truly! And as a descendant of primarly Welsh folk, I so very much appreciate your sharing this experience with Jane. Maybe it is Jane who is keeping my roses blooming this winter, and in many past winters. My primarily Welsh maternal grandfather passed over very peacefully kneeling to tend his rose garden. For his funeral, the entire town was shutdown in his honor, even though he never held office and never held onto money. Even the enormous front lawn of the church could not hold all the folk coming to “pay their respects” at his funeral. His entire life was a rose garden of blessings to all around him.



    • Sue Dreamwalker
      Dec 23, 2011 @ 12:11:59

      Granbee, Arrh I was so delighted you was suspended for a few short minutes within this wonderful world. You maternal Grandfather sounded to be a wonderful man… My own Father who was just an ordinary man who loved his visits to the village pub of a weekend evening and who would help anyone, but always spoke his mind, filled the Church at his funeral, as the whole village came to pay their respects..It’s amazing how small good deeds like those of your Grandfather etc have a ripple effect … Just like your own Ripples Granbee… Much love and Gratitude for your feedback.. xxx



  4. Rosemary Monteith
    Dec 22, 2011 @ 17:18:22

    What a beautiful story, ties in with what I have read at other times, we make our own heaven and hell.



  5. Androgoth
    Dec 22, 2011 @ 20:35:00

    This is a very nice story my great friend, and what a wondrously sweet picture it paints also, the canvas of life spreading out and only the inner feelings added to the painting, an afterlife of collected ideas, thoughts and actions…

    I think that is just about right too, as wealth and status has no place in heaven. Thank you for offering a glimpse into the spirit world Sue, and do have a very nice rest of evening 🙂

    Hey I hope that you are ready for
    a wickedly enjoyable Christmas time 🙂 😉

    Androgoth XXx



  6. rastelly
    Dec 22, 2011 @ 22:25:05

    I nominated you for a chain-letter
    ahem – award. Check my site for



  7. jussaraluna
    Dec 23, 2011 @ 06:27:36

    Good morning my beautiful Dreamwalker,
    great post!!
    I wish you and your family a Merry Christmas.
    Pace, Love and Serenity.
    You’re always in my heart.
    My best wishes to you
    and thank you for your true friendship.
    Sending hugs to you~~take care
    Love always~~Jussara



  8. Sabina Brave
    Dec 24, 2011 @ 17:32:08

    Beautiful story, and pictures as well 🙂
    Merry Christmas, Sue!



  9. zendictive
    Dec 26, 2011 @ 14:41:48

    wonderful story…
    merry christmas
    wishing you well in the new year (~_~)



  10. dogkisses
    Dec 28, 2011 @ 17:43:47

    Beautiful story Dreamwalker. My son and I read it together 🙂 We liked it. Thank you so much for sharing it. ((((hugs))))



  11. Raven
    Dec 30, 2011 @ 01:34:03

    I like to believe it is like that sort of reep what you sow kingdom with a chance to grow and move on. I loved that movie “What Dreams May Come” with Robin Williams…I have seen something similiar in my travels 😀
    A beautiful story and one of hope. Bless you my dear Dreamwalker friend…you give us hope.
    live long and prosper (spiritually;)
    Raven xox



    • Sue Dreamwalker
      Dec 30, 2011 @ 12:00:49

      My Cup is always full spiritually Raven and all the more blessed with visits from a fine feathery to my kingdom.. Yes I enjoyed that movie too.. And the World of Spirit can be many things to many different people.. For we are the ones that create our own Kingdoms both on Earth as in Heaven.. As above so below.. 🙂 Love to you my dear wise friend xxx



  12. Line
    Mar 15, 2014 @ 16:43:18

    Oh Sue, this is a lovely story!! I adore it! It reflects exactly what I believe in! Let us all look at ourselves and the world through the eyes of our beautiful souls, for the soul is Love. Thank you so much for telling me about this post and sharing it with me! It is the kind of story I absolutely love love love!! 🙂



    • Sue Dreamwalker
      Mar 15, 2014 @ 17:31:16

      I am happy Line, that you enjoyed the story, Every word is absolutely true .. And I am so happy it resonated with you 🙂 Thank you so much for taking the time to read and give me feed back.. Hugs Sue xox



  13. mariewilliams53
    Jan 20, 2018 @ 14:16:01

    I know this is a very old post and yet it is ‘new’ to me, Sue.:) I’m really speechless here and it got me thinking – for the longest time I had wanted to read something from you about connecting with Spirit in this way, and today it happened. I find ‘the other side’ quite intriguing and could listen to stories all day about this. It’s funny because over the last few days I have been thinking very strongly about a dear uncle who I did not know because he died before I was born. In Jamaica, everybody (virtually!) has a real name and a ‘pet’ name. I do not know my uncle’s real name but his pet name was something like ‘Bahee’ and when I went back to Jamaica for the first time, 44 years ago, I sat on his grave, because the graves are just a short way from the house and those who died were buried on the land not cemetaries. So I sat on ‘Bahee’s’ grave and wondered what he was like. Anyway that same night, my aunt and myself (who I had travelled with that Spring) heard marbles rolling across the floor in the dead of night. I can’t tell you how long it went on for – maybe seconds or even 10 minutes. I said nothing, but listened intently and the next morning, my aunt said, ‘did you hear marbles rolling across the floor in the next room, last night?’ To which I, shocked said ‘yes’, because I had thought I was perhaps imagining it. My grandmother said that it was ‘dem adda one’ (Jamaican patois for ‘the others’), and she said they were playing marbles as they did when they were younger, and they wanted to let us know that they were pleased to know I was there (having left when I was four y.o.). I was just absolutely over the moon. Anyway, (sorry, I know this is a looong comment – coming to an end):). it’s been 44 years since that happened and I have been thinking about Bahee and I wonder if in some way, the reason I am doing this is because he is thinking about me and trying to connect to remind me of that time. Number 44 has a significant meaning for me as I keep seeing it everywhere and it’s such a coincidence that it is 44 years since I first went back to Jamaica this year 2018. I hope I haven’t bored you Sue! :))



    • Sue Dreamwalker
      Jan 21, 2018 @ 17:25:00

      Dearest Marie,
      Your story surely did NOT bore me.. I was delighted to read of your experience, 44 is a significant number, and you should look up its meaning .. 😀 I see tripple 4s 3, Ones.. and 2s, often and always take note of the Synchronicity of the Signs..
      Your Uncle I am sure was pleased you sat upon his grave, it matters not where we are as our thoughts are our connection to the Spirit realm, via the bond of our love, a cord which will never be broken. And as you came across this post also, just as you were searching for answers, also another sign, that there is Life after life and your Ancestors are aware and looking out for you and guiding you upon your Earth Journey xxx ❤

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