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I found spirit through experience of life, which we all go through. I'm a healing channel for spirit, a medium, clairvoyant, I work from platform at church services, I do private readings from home by appointment and I do workshops. Snippets of my life with spirit I never thought I would believe in the world of
spirit, Knocking on peoples
door, and running away, stealing the milk from doorsteps, Scrumping, climbing
over fencing’s, building camps within trees, Having fights, getting a bloody
nose, and getting one’s ear slapped by one’s Mum. Which did sting I can tell
you, moving on along my life Around twelve, or thirteen, girls and more girls, but
that a chapter for me and my mind? But
what sticks within my mind was saving my friend’s life, well this is what
happened we went looking for birds nest’s to collect eggs, we were in an old
railway station. Within the roof. Way, way up high. When my friend fell through the cladding within the ceiling, one minute he was there then he was gone, I stayed transfixed for a brief moment. I then made my way down to where he lay blood was coming out from his nose, ear, and mouth he did not know where he was his eyes seemed glassed, well falling from such a height It was a miracle he was alive. I don’t now how I managed to get him up, but I sure did and was afraid what my Mum would do to me, let alone what his father would say I tried not to think of this situation As we staggered from this place of ruin which looking
back seemed to look forbidding a place one should not go in? Stopping Along the
streets getting a better grip on Michael heading towards a row of houses when we reached the
door I rang the bell shaking like a leaf, a lady opened the door I told her
what had happened she phoned for an ambulance When they arrived the ambulance man told me that if Michael had never received help he would have died. This is when I had an encounter. With spirit which can
tell you was quite frightening not knowing anything about spirit, I knew Pat
when I was at school and Pat had moved around the corner from where my school
was, I heard that there had been many disturbances in her place, not of an
earthly nature, this was all hearsay, I had also heard that what had been there
had gone. So I decided to go and see her after school, she
opened the door and asked me in, she asked if I wanted a cup of tea I said yes
please, then I asked if that thing had
gone, she said it had gone and there was nothing to worry about. She said to go in the front room and she
would bring the tea in then we could have a chat, so I went into the front room
while I was waiting Pat’s dog Belinda, was laying underneath the radiogram so
peaceful, then all of a sudden the dog’s hair stood on end and she was growling
and showing her teeth staring at the
open space by the door, I looked at her and then the open space and then back
at her and said to Belinda what’s the matter? And in that instant a glass vase
shot across the tallboy which was across the room and smashed against the wall,
I sat there it seemed like minutes but it was only seconds, I could not move, I
and eventually got up and went into the
kitchen where pat was, and I stammered to Pat ’’’’ttthe ttthing, there’s sssomething
in there’’’. Then there was like hail stones hitting the window, from inside there was no cracks or marks on the windows, and Pat kept telling me to calm down, I flew away from there as quick as I could saying I’ll see you . That was my first encounter with spirit. Now I believe experiences are everything for the soul
to learn, this is one aspect that my soul learnt, but being a teenager, you’re
with your friends and you got to tell them.
When I told them they said I was from the funny farm, and kept making jokes all in all I was being
ridiculed, so I said I would make arrangements for them to go and see Pat. So after a week I plucked up the courage to
go and see her I went to see Pat and ask if it was possible, she told me that
the place had been blessed and it had gone, but they could come round if they
wanted to, I think it was a Saturday, being with friends you feel stronger than
being on your own. When the time comes everyone finds the light within Moving on, age eighteen, married,
child on it’s way, a lovely girl, who we
named Barbara, I remember waiting for
the baby to be born, with other fathers smoking in the waiting room, one after
the other pacing up and down. Then this nurse came in with a bundle in her
hands, she said Mister Chapman I said
yes , she passed this incredible bundle of love to me looking at this little
miracle, I was amazed and horrified at same time there was dried blood over her
body then in a flash the nurse had taken my daughter back and out of sight, and
back to my wife I was in a daze when my daughter
was taken from me. So becoming a father was a stage of my life, I had to
grow. This was a hard time in my life,
but I would not change the events of those two years. Yes that the time me and
my first wife was together …. Yes to this day I am still in contact with that
bundle of love and joy. Moving on year 21 -22 we all have to expand and grow
spiritually But sad news
painful news, Joe was taken in to hospital and found that he had bone Cancer in
his leg, he had treatment for this terrible illness. I went to see him and he
was full of laughter and fun, but later along this road, they wanted to take
part of his leg away. How heart rending to be in this situation, a brilliant
dancer. Well Joe would not let them remove his leg, and eventually he died,
this hit me like a bolt of lighting, I prayed, and prayed, to God for Joe to
come through this ordeal. But life moves us on; Joseph went to world of spirit,
and part of me too. Just a view lines, which happened before Joe was taken at age of 21 years, my girlfriend then was Maureen who when I went up to the hospital to see Joe I introduced Maureen and they new each other, then again Joe was loved by all he helped other from all walks of life, and being in a band was well thought of and loved. Gone but not forgotten. Moving on to around 34- 36. Let me tell you the story, They say the last thing to go is the hearing
so when my mother was in the hospital we were asked to place our voices on a
tape recorder the old fashioned reel to reel so my mother was in intensive care
with all the tubes which was frightening in itself, we placed our voices on the
tape my brother, sisters, father yet when the microphone came to me my mind
went a blank and I disappeared into the bedroom and within three minutes or so
I don’t remember how long there was a poem on a piece of paper for my mother. I still have this poem and I will put it on the poems
page for people to read. I went to a bible school round the corner from where I
live and showed them a poem about Jesues and they loved it until I told them that I was hearing the words, they
said I needed to be born again, I said what is born again they said born again
to get into heaven so I asked what if someone was crossing the road to be born again within the
bible school and they got knocked by a car where would they go, and they said
damnation, I said what about the Chinese they have their own religion they said damnation, so I thought this
is not for and left there I went to a church with Maureen round abbey road we
were making the tea and things, they seemed a bit snooty, we stayed for a couple
of weeks because I was searching, so I asked the vicar if he would look at my
poems he said he would if I dropped them off during the week then we would discuss them on
the Sunday. I was looking forward to the Sunday, the
Sunday arrived and we went back to the vicarage and he said they were rubbish,
I told him the words were given to me in my head and he said I should not
entertain that, and the poems i showed him where rubbish he said poetry is Keats, Wordsworth, etc, so we
left this church feeling down again and me still searching and dragging Maureen with me. Then we went to a transcendental meditation we were
given our mantras, we sat in class in a meditative state, I left my body and
went to the corner of the room and I said “ wow how do I get back” and whoosh I
was back in my body, I thought I had found myself at last, so we went back
there two or three times, and then they started to bring out brochures where
you can go to relax, £200, £300 this was not for me. (By the way I was finding £5 notes and £10
notes on the way to bible school and to the transcendental meditation, or just
walking down the road, and each time I would give the money to cancer research.
Do we get tested? Yes all the time). Still searching when someone mentioned I should go to Rochester Square Spiritualist Temple off of Camden road, so I did, and became part of that energy, light and love a lady called Elsie told me I needed to close down I did not know what that was but they showed me. We sat in our first circle, my first mentor was Anne Blake who taught me and others how to attune ourselves, Maureen and I used to attend on a Monday and we looked forward to it, it was a great experience many wonderful things happened to expand us on our path. We stayed in this circle for two years. Then there was rest, and we were asked to join latter within Michael and Pat Shaw’s circle we stayed in this one for two years as well. Then we ran our own circle for about 18 months from home, and as time elapsed and moved on I ran many different circles at the church, but now we move years on. And time still goes on. Spirit gave me the in - site to healing, a gift of love to me is the most important part of growing and given in love helping those who are sick, and unwell through my Healing band from the spirit world I am ever thankful and humbly grateful for that love in beining used as healing channel , so much were you see with your own eyes those recovering from illness and those who are uplifted I thank God the light of spirit for this gift ( I have many storys of healing which I will tell within the story pages.
And as for the poems that I was
told were rubbish I had them published in a book and I dedicated this book to
my mum.
As my life unfolded I searched for the meaning of life. After many pathways which one follows, through many aspects of learning and growing, the loss of loved ones and close friends, those parts of life which one accepts. But when it’s the loss of your mother something clicks within you. Many more inspiring and eye opening ,storys which unfolded within my life One of those was Doris Stokes Which I will place within the story page later.
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