……Two days later a letter arrived from the council’s director of amenities. ‘After consultation with the committee members, your application for hire of the theatre is not granted.’
That afternoon I received an interesting phone call from the local press who had heard of my rejection and no doubt smelled the potential of an article slightly more interesting than the local bake sale. They embraced the story for the fiasco it was and honoured it with such headlines as, ‘Clairvoyant Told There is no Future for his Show’ and ‘Spiritualist Barred from Council Theatre.’ I chose to take the attitude that any publicity had to be good. I had moved to an area where I was relatively unknown. At least now people would know I was here.
Fuelled by frustration and the power of stubborn determination I resumed my search. The Aberconwy Centre on Llandudno’s promenade was my next choice, and thankfully the management were more receptive than the council had been. I booked a date a couple of months ahead, placed some adverts in the local paper, had some tickets printed and I was up and running!
I was confident until three days before the big night when my nerves began to jangle. I called into the theatre, only to find they had sold a paltry sixteen tickets! The manager made re-assuring noises, explaining that often people didn’t book in advance but tended to turn up on the night. I hoped and prayed he was right. The theatre seated nine hundred people and sixteen occupied chairs would look rather silly.
My brother Tim travelled down from the West Midlands in a show of support and offered to introduce me onto the stage. I also needed someone to take appointments on the night in case anyone wanted to book a reading. I had met a pretty young lady called Diane on my travels. She agreed to do the job in exchange for free admission. Everything was in place. All we needed now were bums on seats.
I arrived early on the night, walking to the dressing room past the empty rows with my heart in my mouth. This had the potential to be the most embarrassing event of my life! Soft music was piped into the hall, and Tim went to fetch a pint of mild for me from the bar for Dutch courage.
Twenty minutes passed. I could hear murmuring and shuffling, so I took a peep into the auditorium. Thankfully people were arriving in a respectable quantity. As the time for curtain up crept ever closer I suddenly realised that I had not seen Diane to give her my diary.
“Get out there Tim, and find Diane!”
He pointed out that he had no idea what this girl looked like or where to find her.
I was unsympathetic. “Just find her and give her this!”
I thrust the diary into his hands, and shoved him through the curtains. The room began to hush as the crowd noticed a presence on stage. Tim clumsily took the microphone from its stand, causing thumps and whistles to bounce off the walls.
“Good Evening. Um, is there a Diane in the room?”
A young lady with dark hair raised her hand and the audience began to applaud, slowly at first then more enthusiastically. I realised what was happening and put my head in my hands.
“No, no! I’m not David”, the horror told in Tim’s voice. “It hasn’t started yet!”
I held my breath then burst out laughing as he scuttled red faced back into the dressing room. It was probably the best cure for my nerves I could have wished for. When I walked onto the stage a few minutes later to see an expectant five hundred people all staring at me, I was calm, focused and ready to give this my best shot.
At the back of the theatre, a smart middle aged woman was arriving late, shaking her umbrella and settling into her seat.
“The lady on the back row – in the raincoat.” I began. She looked left and right then nervously back in my direction. “Yes, that’s right” I continued. “I have a red haired lady called Hilda with you, and a man whose name was John but people knew him as Jackie.” No response. “With the lady is a large black Labrador. She is holding a brooch that she left for you, and she says her mother was Ivy.” Nothing. Just a puzzled expression. This was going down well! “Don’t you know any of these people?”
“Oh yes my Love,” she spoke at last, “but they’re all dead!”
Taken from ‘The Other Side: A Psychic’s Story’ by David Drew (available from amazon).
There has been much in the news of late concerning a fourteen year old cancer victim and her wishes that her body be ‘cryo-preserved’ after death, hoping that doctors would one day find a cure and bring her back to life.
I am saddened that people view this life as all there is, and would take such desperate action to cling on to it. There is so much more to come, and in any case, when you understand what happens when you die you will see that this horrific procedure could never work.
The act of dying is as simple as passing between rooms. The spirit leaves the body to begin an exciting new life in another dimension. The spirit, or soul, and the body are joined by a silver cord, rather like a rope of silvery blue light. When we die this cord breaks and our life on earth ends, just as the umbilical cord breaks when it begins. You may have heard of near death experiences, people looking down at their operation from the ceiling perhaps. In these cases the spirit leaves the body but the cord does not break, allowing it’s safe return. Once the cord has been severed, there is no way that soul can return to the body and live on earth.
No matter how well preserved the corpse is, the spirit can never re-enter. And why would we want to?
From an early age it was clear to the people around me that I was different from other children. For as long as I can remember I have heard and seen things that most others cannot.
People who are psychic are extra sensitive and perceptive to spiritual influences. As a medium I am simply someone whom those in the spirit world communicate with. Please note that they choose to contact me. I am not able to call anyone up.
Psychic gifts include clairvoyance, clairaudience, clairsentinence, spiritual healing, psychometry, trance mediumship and transfiguration. A medium may possess any or all of these abilities.
Clairvoyance is the psychic gift of seeing beyond normal sight. This can be objective (with the eyes) or subjective (a picture in the mind).
Clairaudience is the gift of hearing. This too can be subjective or objective. This can be experienced alone or in conjunction with clairvoyance. Doris Stokes, for example, was a Clairaudient. She heard but very rarely saw spirit.
Some mediums are clairsentinent. That is to say that they cannot see or hear spirit, but they feel their presence.
Spiritual healing is not to be confused with faith healing. Spiritual healing can take place even if the recipient has no faith or is unaware of it. The healing power comes from God and the medium is used as a channel through which the power flows. it can be used hands on or directed to a person absently.
Psychometry is the ability to pick up information by holding an item and trance mediumship is a rarer gift whereby someone in spirit can use my body to speak through whilst I am in a trance state. With transfiguration the psychic energy is used to change my face rather than for the person to speak.
One or more of these psychic gifts lies dormant in everyone. with professional guidance and a true desire to help others you can develop your own psychic awareness.
The correct way to do this is to join a psychic development circle which is run by a competent and experienced medium who is able to recognise any danger signs and take control of events. The circle may be referred to as a seance or sitting. Before embarking on this you should be aware that it must be a real commitment. Psychic development cannot be rushed and can take many years of regular sitting, but it is worth the wait.
Circles can be held at any time of day but best results seem to come from sitting in the evening. This may be because the night brings a certain stillness and tranquillity which is favourable to success. Low lighting and perhaps some quiet, relaxing music are also helpful.
It should be said that psychic development is not the same as spiritual progression, although ideally the two should go hand in hand.
I always open and close all my circle with a prayer, giving thanks, offering service and asking for protection. There is nothing whatsoever to fear.
Most people can grasp the concept that we are made up of a physical body and a spirit.
Just as the body has the brain – a physical organ that will one day be burned or buried with the rest of it – your spirit houses your mind. The mind is part of your spirit or ‘true self’.
Hence the mind and the brain are not the same. This is a common confusion. Your brain can be ill and it will decay along with the body. Your mind and your spirit are immortal. They have always been and will always be.
Throughout your life, everything you experience is registered in your brain. Information from the brain is then transferred to your mind via the force which joins your spirit to your body. This is widely referred to as the ‘silver cord’.
The information stored by your mind may be right or may be wrong. You decide for yourself which information to accept as truth and what to reject as untruth. The rejected information sinks to the depths of your mind as you do not expect this to be useful. The information kept to the forefront of your mind is what you consider to be goodness and truth – things you expect to be useful to yourself and whoever you decide to share this with. To accept or reject the wrong information can be disastrous!
Throughout the existence of our spirit we may inhabit many bodies over many centuries. In each life it is usual to only use a small section of the mind. The whole mind is what I call your ‘higher self’. It contains to total of all our experiences in all the lives on earth and time in spirit in between. The entirety of this personal hard drive is not normally accessible until we pass over to spirit, but it is possible to earn to tap into this knowledge and draw from it.
You may find yourself in a difficult situation that you don’t know how to cope with. Suddenly you understand and know what to do. The knowledge just comes to you out of the blue. You may have experienced this in a previous life and the information travels down the silver cord to your brain when needed. With practice and patience you can learn to tap into your higher self on demand.