his middle. Although I didn’t need fur-
ther proof of his presence, I was delighted that he appeared in what is now a much-treasured photograph.
I did briefly wonder why Matt was suddenly visiting me,
as I hadn’t seen him in weeks. Once I’d facilitated contact
between him and his family, his presence had receded. So why was he suddenly back?
It didn’t take me long to work out what was going on, and
speaking to Matt via the pendulum confirmed my suspicions.
Matt’s beloved sister-in-law, Slim, was due to commence chemo-
therapy the next day and Matt wanted her to know he would be
by her side. Since Matt had travelled the same journey himself, he empathised with what she was going through. He wanted to
offer comfort and the reassurance that all would be OK.
Feeling Matt’s spirit beside me, I put my arm around his shoulders.
It was lovely to see the small, bright orb confirming his presence beside me on the lounge!
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I promised Matt that I would contact Slim that night, to
remind her that she wasn’t alone in her journey. Not only did
she have a throng of friends and family alongside her, the spirit world was providing loving support as well. I had no doubt that Matt’s photo was intended to add to her armoury, to ensure a
positive outcome in her journey towards good health.
As I emailed Slim the photograph later that night, I was
instilled with the unwavering conviction that everything
would fine. And every time I look at that photo, I believe it all the more.
chapter seven
R o b e r t
The more I initiated spirit contact, the more spontaneous spirit interactions I seemed to attract. I also found that my clairvoyant abilities were becoming significantly enhanced. Not only
was I seeing more spirits each day, but I was beginning to experience physical phenomena to complement my visions.
As a result of my frightening experiences as a teenager, I
still find it difficult to sleep in complete darkness, and feel vulnerable if my head is exposed. I am the classic ghost-fearing chicken, and rare is the night the sheets aren’t covering my
head as a barrier between myself and the figures lurking in the darkness.
When I’m brave enough to expose myself to the dark (usu-
ally only if my husband is tucked up in bed beside me) I’m
usually overwhelmed by the images which spring up before
me. At the very least I see what looks like energy flooding
through the room. It’s difficult to put into words, but I sup-
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is raining indoors. The energy appears white and fuzzy, and
peculiarly, the “rain” seems to be falling in all directions at once. I also see bright flashing lights within this energy field, and if I’m brave enough to keep looking, the lights sometimes
transform into figures.
I am well aware that in order to develop my abilities it’s
vital that I shake these residual fears, and that I need to drop my barriers (and indeed the ever-present sheet!) to indicate to the spirits that I am open and receptive.
It was with this thought in mind that I lay in bed one eve-
ning, head exposed and concentrating on my breathing, as I
tried to make contact with a spirit I could feel in my bedroom.
I suspected that the spirit of a young man had followed
me home from my clinic, as his mother had been in for an
appointment earlier in the day. I had known Robert several
years ago, as he was a friend of my then-boyfriend and our
paths often crossed. I had always found him to be vibrant and
gregarious, and was profoundly saddened to hear that he had
passed away the week before.
His parents had spent the day with him as he wasn’t feeling
well and he didn’t want to be alone. They stayed with their son until his partner returned from work, at which point they left to go home. By the time they pulled into their driveway half
an hour later, Robert had suffered a massive brain aneurysm.
As expected,