In The Book
'In The Book' will be bringing you exerpts from some of Tony's publications. The idea is to give you a flavour of what you will find and why the books have proven to be so popular.
WALKING WITH ANGELS
In the beginning there was light
‘There are no strangers here; only friends who haven’t yet met’
William Butler Yeats
Even though I didn’t want to accept it, on that memorable night not so long ago, I knew deep down that his fight for life was coming to a close. Now, as I listened to the gentle music and breathed in the fragrance of lilies in the the candlelit room, I couldn’t help but feel overcome by a sense of profound loss. I gazed at the items surrounding me – an arrangement of soft toys, a rugby shirt signed by the England team, a photograph showing Adam in happier times. And then I looked down at his coffin, thinking of the handsome, happy-go-lucky boy I had known, who had suffered so much during his brief stay here in this world and yet brought such warmth and joy to everyone who knew him.
I closed my eyes and sensed a presence next to me – no longer the boy in the wheelchair but Adam, standing proud and upright beside me. Even though I was incredibly sad, I smiled to myself because I knew that he was now free from his ravaged young body and happily reunited with his spirit family in the other world.
Just thirteen years old when he was taken from us, Adam had suffered oxygen deprivation at birth and battled against severe health problems all of his life; but he had nonetheless confounded the expectations of the medical profession by surviving as long as he did – and with such a quality of life at that. Ultimately, his ailing body could cope no more, and a short time ago his mum Karen, a close friend of mine, had asked me to join her at the hospice in Guildford, Surrey, where Adam was being cared for.
We knew that night that hope of any improvement had ebbed away and while Karen stepped out of the room briefly to speak to the nurses, I sat with Adam and waffled on about rugby union, despite the fact that my knowledge of the sport was less than zero. But this had always been a joke between us and I had endlessly wound Adam up with talk of, say, Ronnie Wilkinson’s achievements in the England team’s latest match. It drove him mad that I never got any of the players’ names right and I have to confess that I did it again now, hoping that even though he couldn’t respond he might at least be able to hear me and take with him the memory of the fun we used to have together.
A few moments later, I felt the familiar sensation that I associate with my spirit guide, Zintar, as he comes close to me. And then I heard his voice, speaking clearly into my mind, ‘He’s coming home soon. We’re waiting for him to join us.’
I became aware that the room was filling with the most extraordinary energy; it felt as though the other world were trying to merge with this one – and perhaps that is what happens when somebody is preparing to pass from one to the other. This in itself was an incredible sensation, but something powerful and beautiful then happened that turned this moment into one I will never forget. As I stood there looking at Adam, thinking about how devastated his loving family would be when his time came to pass, he seemed to smile up at me, almost as if to acknowledge my thoughts.
At first I felt this must be my imagination but the presence of Zintar, along with an overpowering feeling of joy and serenity in the room, told me that anything was possible. Then, as I gazed down towards the bed, Adam slowly rose up, sitting taller and straighter than I had ever seen him before, with a beaming smile on his face that lit up the room. In the seconds that followed, which seemed like hours, I realised that the boy I was now seeing was free from all discomfort and the restrictions of his physical body; for this was the spirit of Adam, no longer an ailing thirteen year old, but a healthy, vibrant spirit being – glorious, luminous and whole. The emotions emanating from him as our eyes met seemed to be both happiness that his trials here would soon be over and sadness that he would be physically leaving those who loved him so much.
As I acknowledged this, my thoughts again turned to his mum, sister and brothers, who would be so lost without him. As if picking up on these concerns, Adam’s spirit voice came to me, saying simply, ‘Look after them for me, Tony.’ With that his spirit laid back down, once more to join with his physical body on the bed. I sat there, motionless, trying to make sense of what had just happened, for I knew that I had been privileged enough to have glimpsed the true, perfect essence of such an amazing boy.
After some time I bent over to him and said softly, ‘It’s all right, you know, Adam. Everything’s going to be fine. We’ll all take care of your mum. You don’t need to fight this any more.’
I remember Karen walking back into the room and seeming to pick up on the fact that something felt different. ‘What’s happening, Tony?’
‘The spirit people are here. They’re just waiting for him to let go.’
Karen acknowledged with the smallest nod; there was no need for further words between us.
Sometimes being a medium and feeling such things as I did in Adam’s room that night is difficult; but that’s just how it’s always been for me. Ever since I can remember, I’ve known things before they have happened, I’ve seen the spirits of the departed and I’ve learned over many years how to listen to them and pass on their messages to those they have left behind. This hasn’t always been easy but I still view it as the greatest blessing in my life; and now, thanks to this gift and all the experiences it brings, when I think of Adam I know that he is walking with the angels.
THE PSYCHIC CASE FILES
Part One – Chapter Four
A DOG’S TAIL
A great deal of the satisfaction I get from the work I do is revealed by the strength of the love that shines through in my readings among people and this is how I looked at things until the day I received a phone call from Trudy.
My early morning wake up call!
It was 5.20am and the phone in my office across from the landing was ringing and ringing. I yawned, put my head under the pillow and lay in my warm bed for a while hoping the ringing would stop, but it didn’t. Clearly, someone wanted to get in touch urgently so I crawled out of bed, stumbled around for a while trying and failing to find my dressing gown, headed into my office and picked up the phone. As I lifted the receiver and placed it to my ear, I heard a lady crying.
‘Who is it? Hello?’ I said.
The sobbing continued but this time it was broken up by apologies for waking me so early in the morning. The lady’s distress and the sincerity of her apologies touched me. I tried not to sound annoyed but this wasn’t easy as it had been a late night yesterday and my eyes were closing. So I stood in my office, wearing a pair of baggy bed shorts, listening to this lady crying, telling her it really was okay to wake me at the crack of dawn and at the same time wondering if it was too late to change vocations.
After a few more minutes of tears and apologies I got impatient and asked her to call me again after 9am when I would be in a more fit state but she said she was desperate. She needed my help right now. I was just about to say that wasn’t possible when my dog Archie came up to me wagging his tail with enthusiasm. I could tell he was happy to see me awake this early. Archie’s affectionate energy as he pressed his body against my legs gave me the boost I needed to keep my eyes open. I settled down on the floor with Archie on my lap and listened to what I knew would be a fairly long call. I asked the distressed lady to take a deep breath and then to tell me her name and to explain why she wanted my help. The lady signed with relief and introduced herself as Trudy. She was 37 and lived in a small holding in the Essex/Suffolk borders.
Trudy told me that she was passionate about dogs. I told her that I was too and felt happy that we were establishing common ground so early in the conversation. She then went on to explain that having no children of her own, no close family and no relationship for the last three years she had spent a lot of time with her gorgeous Staffordshire terrier, Harry. She described Harry as a perfect gentleman and admitted that he had helped her get through some very hard times. She loved her dog with all her heart and he was allowed to sleep not just on her bed but in it. He went with her everywhere and holidays abroad were no longer an option because she didn’t want to leave him in kennel. Instead, holidays were spent camping in the Lake District or in a family cottage in Devon, anywhere where they could holiday together. Harry always walked at Trudy’s side wherever they went – be it shopping or running in the park – he was her constant companion.
Trudy told me Harry was five years old and white and brindle in colour. He always wore a black leather collar with silver studs and even though he rarely left Trudy’s side he also had a dog tag. As Trudy described Harry I could sense the incredible love she had for her dog but then she started to tell me what had happened yesterday and I could hear her voice breaking up with emotion again.
Trudy explained that she was enjoying a typical Sunday afternoon, watching television, dosing by the fire and generally relaxing at home when Harry began to bark. At first she thought he’d heard a cat outside and told him to settle down but he continued to make a fuss so she decided he probably needed some fresh air and a run around in the garden. She opened the back door and let him out smiling as he raced towards the back of the garden. Trudy told me her garden was narrow and long, so long that it was divided into two sections and separated in the middle by bushes and flowers. The first half of the garden was the more formal part but the back part was less well cared for and had long grass, a few fruit trees and a forgotten attempt at a vegetable plot. Harry loved the back part of the garden and thinking he was probably after the squirrels or birds there Trudy thought nothing of him disappearing into it. She shut the door and went back to watching the television.
‘Harry always let’s himself in,’ Trudy told me next. ‘I know it sounds odd, but that’s the way we have always done things. I let him out and if he wants to come back in, he stands on his back legs and pulls the handle down with his front paws. He’s a really clever dog. He never usually stays out on his own for longs so when he hadn’t come in after 15 minutes or so, I went out to call him.’
To cut a long story short, Trudy told me that when she went out to call Harry he was nowhere to be seen. She searched her garden and her house but there was no sign of him anywhere. She called her friends to ask them to help her look for him, knocked on the doors of neighbours to ask if they had seen him but nothing. Nobody had seen him or had any idea where he might be or what might have happened to him. It was even a mystery how he could have escaped from the garden as there were no gaps in the fence or any visible signs of how he could have got out. The fence on the right overlooked farm land and was a good 4.5 feet high. Harry wouldn’t have been able to jump that and even if he had, why wasn’t he on the other side barking to be let back in?
Gulping back tears, Trudy explained that she had walked the streets most of Sunday night calling out his name. She retuned home at midnight in a terrible state, imaging the worst possible scenarios. Perhaps Harry had been dog napped or was lying dead in a road somewhere? She tried calling the police but they said they couldn’t help until he had been missing for 24 hours. They told he would probably turn up in a day or so as he wasn’t a valuable enough breed for dog nappers. Not knowing who to turn to and feeling desperate Trudy told me that my name suddenly came into her mind. She had seen me demonstrate an evening of medium ship in Ipswich a year or two ago and apparently I had given her my card when she had asked about the possibility of a private consultation.
‘I turned the house upside down, looking for that card,’ she said. ‘It took me hours to find it but when I eventually did I called your number immediately. I haven’t had any sleep myself and had lost sense of time. It was only when I called you and spoke to you that I realised what the time was and that I had woken you really early. I’m really, really sorry but I don’t know who else could help me.’
I listened to everything Trudy had to say and felt deeply sorry for her but I wasn’t sure how I could help as normally I work to bring people together not people and animals. I was just about to tell her to stay strong, get some flyers with Harry’s picture printed and to call the local police station again when Archie, my dog, jumped off my lap and turned to face me, wagging his tale and barking. Now, I’m not saying that Archie has psychic powers or anything and it could easily have been coincidence but jumping up so suddenly like that stopped me dead in my tracks. I looked at his pleading eyes and knew I had to help Trudy. I’ve always believed that animals have souls the same as humans and that they have such a great capacity for love and devotion that they can change and heal our lives if we let them. Perhaps it was time to put my belief about animals to the test.
So, after giving Archie a stroke I promised Trudy I’d try to help. I told her that I hadn’t worked with animals before but this was as good a time as any to start. I said I’d do my best and we should speak again in a few hours but she had to be prepared for the worst as the contact I might make with Harry might be in spirit.
After speaking to Trudy I went back to bed. It was still only 6 o’clock in the morning and I knew I’d feel and work better with a couple of hours more sleep. Archie came with me. I don’t normally let him sleep in my bed but this time I did. We cuddled up and I fell asleep listening to the sound of his breathing. As sleep swept over me like a dark, comforting and warm blanket I began to dream. In my dream I was standing in a beautiful garden surrounded by trees and colourful flowers. The sun was shining and the birds were singing. It really was a beautiful day but then it began to rain. I ran around trying to find shelter but couldn’t. My legs felt heavy and clumsy and I started to panic. I tried to call out but no words came out. Someone was calling me – calling my name – over and over and over again but they weren’t calling my name they were calling Harry, Harry, Harry.
As soon as I realised that the voice wasn’t calling out for me but for Harry, Trudy’s missing dog, I woke up with a start. I glanced at my alarm clock and it was nearly 9 o’clock. I had overslept. Without hesitation and still in my baggy bed shorts I went back into my office and called Trudy. She picked up the phone almost straight away. ‘Yes,’ she said. I told her it was me and asked her to take a deep breath and sit down.
‘Harry hasn’t run away or escaped, he has been stolen. He’s alive but in danger.’ The words came out of my mouth without me thinking about what I was saying. This sometimes happens to me and when it does, believe me, what I say can often come as much as a shock to me as it is to the person that I am speaking to. I hadn’t even realised when I picked up the phone that I was going to tell Trudy that Harry was alive but in danger until I heard myself saying it.
Trudy started to panic and it took a while to calm her down. I told her about my dream and more importantly how the dream had made me feel. In my dream I had heard Harry’s name being called out but it wasn’t like ordinary, physical hearing it was so much more multifaceted that that. I had sensed Harry’s panic as his name had been called and his desire to be reunited to Trudy and I knew that what I had sensed was very much earth bound emotion. Harry was not yet in spirit. He was alive of that I was sure. Where he was and why he had been taken, however, was still a mystery. I told Trudy that it was a mystery I would like to try and help her solve. I was in too deep now and had got emotionally involved. Fortunately Trudy lived fairly close to me I arranged to visit her later that day.
My reading with Trudy
Just before lunch I knocked at Trudy’s door, no longer in my baggy bed shorts, you’ll be pleased to hear, but in a warm pair of trousers jacket. Trudy had long curly red hair and was wearing a T shirt with ‘love me love my dog’ on the front. Her eyes were red with crying. We sat in her front room, a room that that reminded me of my Nan’s best room, only used on special days and Sundays. She offered me a cup of tea and I gratefully accepted.
I began by asking to see some photographs of Harry. I needed them to tune into Harry’s energy and to encourage communication with him. Trudy handed me a huge pile of photos, there must have been hundreds, but after flicking through them I only selected three; ones that just had Harry in them and no one else. I laid the photographs out on the large wooden table in front of me in the shape of a triangle; two at the top and one at the bottom. Placing my hands either side of the bottom image I stared long and hard into Harry’s face and as I did I immediately started to receive information about him.
‘I feel that when you first bought Harry he wasn’t your first choice. You wanted a bitch.’
Trudy smiled for the first time. ‘Yes, that’s right. I actually chose his sister first. I wasn’t keen on having a boy; I was really off men in any shape or form then but at the last moment the breeder decided to keep the bitch. Harry was the one puppy left. He looked so alone. I fell in love with him on the spot and took him home. It was the best decision I ever made.’
‘I get the feeling that he recently had an injury of some sort; I’m feeling as if he lost a nail on his front left paw.’
‘That’s incredible,’ said Trudy. ‘About two weeks ago he lost a whole nail from his left front paw when we were walking in the woods.’
Feeling happy that I had established contact with Harry and was receiving good information from his photographs I tried to turn my attention to the more serious issue of where he was now. I closed my eyes and asked Harry to tell me where he was and how we could help. All sorts of emotions filled my mind and although I didn’t see any visual images I felt a great deal.
‘I’m sensing that Harry knows the people that have taken him. I’m sensing a man and a woman and they are married or are partners.’
‘I’m a single girl, I don’t really know any couples,’ replied a puzzled looking Trudy.
‘Let me see if I can get more details. The man is about forty or forty three and she is younger; maybe thirty six.’
‘I can think of quite a few couples who would fit that description; not friends but people I bump into at work or in the park but I don’t think any of them would be interested in Harry.’
While Trudy was thinking and talking it seemed as if the photographs on the table in front of me were getting larger. A soft light surrounded the photograph on the top left hand side. It was calling me to concentrate on it and as I did some visual images finally came to me.
‘Trudy, I can see a man with a moustache. The moustache is dark. He looks like he may have served in the army at one time or other.’
‘Not my ex!’ Trudy shouted. ‘He’s got a moustache and he was in the arm, but he is single.’
‘Who is Terry? I asked.
‘His brother,’ Trudy replied.
‘And who is Michael?’
‘That’s my ex.’
I asked for a photo of Michael and Trudy went to find one. She took quite a
long time and when she returned she looked a little embarrassed.
‘It’s the only one I haven’t burned or thrown away. I don’t really know why
I bothered to keep this one. I’m glad I did though and I hope it helps you.’
Trudy handed me the photograph of Michael. I took it and immediately
recognized the man in the photograph as the man I’d seen earlier in my vision. As I looked into Michael’s eyes in the photo something seemed obvious to me that had not seemed obvious before. ‘He never liked Harry did he? He pretended to but he was often unkind to him. I think he was jealous and thought you loved Harry more than him.’
Trudy buried her face in her hands and started to cry. ‘That’s the reason why
I left him. Well one of them anyway. He was jealous and controlling. I saw
him kick Harry once in a temper. It’s one thing him hitting me but another
hurting my dog.’
The back of my hand started to tingle and burn as Trudy talked about her
bitter and violent relationship with Michael. ‘I feel I’ve got a burn on the back of my hand, like a cigarette burn.’
Trudy showed me a small scar on the back of her hand. ‘That’s what he did
to me the week before I left. He was vile. I don’t know why I stayed with him so long and if it wasn’t for Harry I don’t know what I would have done. It was Harry who gave me the courage to leave him. I couldn’t bear seeing him hurt Harry.
I could sense that we were getting close to the truth so I closed my eyes and
focused very hard. In my mind I could hear Harry barking and the noise seemed to be coming from the garden. I asked Trudy if we could go outside and explained that I needed to make a link with the last place Harry was seen to see if I could pick up his trail.
I wandered up and down the garden, spotting all the little paths Harry had made for himself and the toys, bones and chews he had left behind him. I bent down and picked up a half chewed plastic pig and held it in my hands tightly. All at once I saw Harry with a rope tied around his next. I feared the worst but then realised it wasn’t strangling him but was being used to tether him. I saw that he was outside in what looked like a forest. Trudy listened carefully as I explained what I had seen to her. Then a peculiar thing happened to me; the ground around me suddenly filled with bluebells. I wasn’t at all sure what to make of this so decided not to mention the bluebells to Trudy.
In my head I heard Harry barking again and I followed the direction of the sound. It was calling me towards the fence at the side of the garden which looked across the farmland. I touched the fence and as I did I saw in my mind the whole thing. The man with the moustache – Michael – had jumped over the fence, put a rope around Harry’s neck, picked him up and handed him to a woman on the other saw side. I saw the two of them running away with Harry in my mind. A moment later I was aware of them putting Harry into the back of a small blue car and speeding off. They were laughing. Harry was whining. I felt Harry’s thoughts at this point and started to cry.
Hastily brushing away my tears so as not to upset Trudy further I heard myself saying to her, ‘they went that way’ and pointing in the direction of the main road out of the village.
Lost and found
Without a moment’s hesitation Trudy and I jumped into her car. We had no idea where we were going to go and I know this sounds mad but I closed my eyes and directed her to where I felt Harry was calling. Trudy headed out of the village and each time we got to a junction I’d feel the way to go. Twenty minutes later we found ourselves at a dead end. We had driven up a country path. Trudy looked at me as though she was loosing faith in me, although she never said so and to be honest I was wondering at this stage if I’d led her to the wrong place. We both got out of the car and looked around. We were in the middle of nowhere.
Feeling disappointed for Trudy and not knowing what else to do I pulled a pendulum out of my pocket. Dowsing with a pendulum is a technique I sometimes use when I feel I’ve reached a dead end in my investigations and when my emotions are running high and making it difficult for me to see clearly. I believe all things – living and inanimate – have an energy force and when I’m feeling anxious the energy of a lost person – or in this case Harry – can find it hard to get through to me. It can be easier for their energy to influence an inanimate and more objective object like a pendulum and force it to move one way to indicate yes or the other way to indicate no.
I asked the pendulum to indicate whether or not we would find Harry today and the response was positive. I then asked if Harry was nearby and the response was again positive. Finally, I asked if we were right to explore the area and the pendulum’s positive response was encouraging.
Feeling a little more confident, I asked Trudy to wait in the car while I had a look around. She looked pale and fragile and to be honest, although the pendulum had indicated that we could find Harry, I had no idea if he was alive or what state he would be in if I found him. I wanted to spare Trudy any more trauma so I walked out alone into the fields in front of me, my eyes lifted to the sky as if looking for some kind of inspiration. I asked the spirits in the other world to guide me and they responded by telling me as they often do to follow my instincts. I looked back down to the earth and started to walk and walk and walk. I don’t know how long I walked but it must have been for at least half an hour.
I just followed my instincts and walked across field after field until I came to a patch of dense trees. My gut told me to keep going even though it was difficult to walk and I wasn’t even wearing proper walking shoes or boots. I walked deeper and deeper into the trees until all around me I could see nothing but trees; I was lost.
Then I heard the most wonderful of sounds; a dog barking. I followed the barking and started to call ‘Harry. Harry’ Eventually I found him in a clearing of trees surrounded by blue bells! Harry looked at me and wagged his tail. At that moment he reminded me so much of my own dog Archie even though they were totally different breeds. ‘Good boy, good boy,’ I said as I went over to meet him. He was tied to a tree with a rope around his neck.
I knew at once that he had been left there to die. Left by a man who for some twisted reason was so full of bitterness towards his ex girlfriend that he thought he had the right to take away the one thing she loved most in the world.
Trudy and Harry were of course reunited and although I’ve witnessed many emotional reunions in my time this was one of the sweetest and most poignant. The last I heard there had been no sight of her ex; no doubt he thought he had had his revenge and was content with that. He didn’t, of course, consider that the link of love with Trudy and her dog was so strong that it had allowed me to use my psychic senses to bring them back together again.
The love between an animal and its owner can be just as strong and powerful as the love between two people and in this case it was the magnet that reunited a woman with her beloved pet. I’m often asked if pets possess innate psychic abilities? We’ve all heard amazing stories of animals sensing danger, responding to their environment or travelling incredible distances to be reunited with their owners. I truly believe pets are psychic and super-sensitive, although perhaps not all of them - only a select few have developed the ‘gift’ just the same as humans. I also believe that the key to developing their sensitivity is the bond of love they create with their owners. Animals can feel and sense emotions just the way that we do and the stronger the bonds of love and respect between you and your pet the more likely they are to respond and connect to you.
The bonds of love, no matter with whom, are not just powerful and unbreakable in this life, they are also powerful and unbreakable in the next. Another question I’m also often asked regarding pets is; do they survive death as we do and my answer is a resounding yes. They go to the same spirit world we do and are met by humans they had a rapport with on earth. If they had no experience of humans they are met by people who adored animals when on earth. I also believe animals who have passed may from time to time remember the kindness and love they received on earth and come back to sit in the same spot or chair or simply to watch over and protect you. That’s why if you have lost a beloved pet there may be times when you sense or feel them still around you.
My message is simple: never take animals, or any living creature for that matter, for granted.
EMBRACING ETERNITY by TONY STOCKWELL
Chapter Five (excerpt)
THE THIN VEIL OF DEATH
Grief, as anyone who has experienced it knows, is all consuming and every bit as painful as any physical ailment we may suffer. It seeps from every pore of our being, affecting every moment of our waking and sleeping life and, once its cold hand has touched us, we will never be quite the same again.
Due to the nature of my work, grief is something I come across almost on a day to day basis and, even now after all these years as worker bringing forward messages of survival after death, I can honestly say that it is not something I have ever got used to being around. Nothing is more heart-rending than speaking to a mother of father whose lives have been destroyed by the loss of a child, or to a child who is yearning for a comforting hug from a lost parent, or a partner who has lost a soul mate with whom they have shared their life.
As we are born, it is a simple fact of life that one day we will die and, at some point, we will lose someone we adore. Nothing, no matter what our belief or the nature of the persons passing, can really prepare us for such an event. Even when we lose a loved one after a prolonged illness and, therefore, have some time to prepare for the inevitable the suffering can be just as intense. In the cold light of day there is still the harsh realisation that we have lost the physical contact and interaction; that we will never be able to hug or kiss that person again, never share a joke or a tender moment, never have the chance to say one more time, ‘I love you.’
So, I don’t think we can ever truly be prepared – not ever.
Chapter Thirteen (excerpt)
BLESS YOU, SPIRITS
If someone was to tell you that there was a million pound at the bottom of your garden, even though the possibility seemed ridiculous and beyond reason, I am sure you would feel the need to pop down and have a look when nobody was around! What I am asking you to consider, however, is worth more than a million pounds, is worth all the money in the world, and at least deserving of a second glance, an open minded enquiry.
If, after you have delved into the subject by reading spiritual books, watching mediums at work, and visiting churches of every denomination, you still do not believe, then at least you will know you have come to an informed decision. If you then take no further action, we will all just have to accept that going through life without acceptance is obviously right for you this time around. But no worry. Perhaps we’ll get you next time!
If, on the other hand, your studies encourage you to continue until you embrace eternity, you will never be the same again; you will never feel alone; you will approach death in a totally different way. Your life will also zoom from black and white to glorious Technicolor, and you will learn to appreciate everything around you and view creations with a sense of awe and wonder.
This does not, as I can confirm, involve becoming perfect overnight and living thereafter a demure, pure ‘holler than though’ life. Along with many of us, I enjoy a party and I am prone to using some colourful language. Behind all these superficial things, however, is a firm foundation, a feeling that my house is not built on shifting sand, and a strength to cope with everything that life lays at my feet; and the courage to recognise my faults and weaknesses; and the will to dust myself down and try again when I realise I have made a mistake.
So, let me confirm, for the one last time that being one of the lucky ones who acquire a belief system – a faith – does not prevent us from living life to the full. In fact, life becomes fuller! And I highly recommend everybody to think of each day, each minute, even each second as a gift and to use the allotted time to seek out new adventures that stretch the mind and help us to fulfil our potential as a human being.
Accepting that we go on is not just a belief in an afterlife; it’s a lifestyle, part of our day to day life. The spirit message from a medium is not the end of the search for answers, it is the beginning of a journey.
Finally, it is a sad but true fact that only a few of us realise our full potential in any one life, and may others believe that so called ‘ordinary’ persons must remain ordinary all their lives.
Personally I do not believe any human being is ordinary. I believe that everyone has the potential for greatness within them, and every one of us has the potential to penetrate the thin veil of death and embrace eternity. If, in this lifetime, I succeed in helping just a few people to know that this is true I will die a happy man, knowing that I have used the gifts I have been given and fulfilled my vocation this time around!
One thing I have learned is that if we seek spiritual values for ourselves alone, they turn to dust in our hands; but when we give back what we have received, they multiply and replenish themselves for the great good of ourselves and all mankind.
With that though in mind, I am only to happy to have had this opportunity to blend my life with yours. Thank you – and God Bless.