Part Five: The solitary path ends; the Band Of Light continues to form.
(Taken – abridged – from the introduction to Many Voices, One Mission.)
I didn’t believe in soul mates until I was fifty-one years old.
Nor did I acknowledge the concept of ‘twin souls’.
Which just goes to prove that you’re never too old to learn and that it’s a good idea never to box in your thoughts…
Personal relationships, prior to 2006, had not been an area of my life in which I could, hand on heart, claim any measure of success or satisfaction. Quite the opposite, in fact! Over the years every one of them had ended rather rapidly and, as my work as a medium – able to see, hear, contact and converse with discarnate spirits from beyond this physical realm – grew and became ever more demanding of my time, I had decided that I was ‘being told something’ by Creation …that being that my destiny, because of the all-embracing spiritual work I had agreed to undertake, was to walk the unusual life-path I had chosen alone. Besides, I reasoned, it was asking a lot – perhaps too much – of any female to share a life with someone who, rather than being focussed on money and status and all the ‘usual considerations’ of life, had decided to concentrate instead on the ‘unseen’ – the spiritual – and was on a quest to discover, if it was at all possible, the meaning of existence and to uncover and understand the mechanics of mediumship, determining to somehow share any and all knowledge gained in these areas with other spiritual seekers. Indeed, reactions from the opposite sex upon being informed of my mediumship and goals ranged from complete and utter open-mouthed disbelief (often with a dash of contempt) …to dangerously obsessive fascination (requesting predictions and messages to illuminate every minor twist and turn in their lives) …to fear verging from mild alarm to wide- eyed, trembling terror.
As I would come to understand and appreciate later in my life, none of my early relationships were ever intended, in the greater scheme of things, to be long-lasting. Indeed, it would have been disastrous to the ‘mission’ that lay ahead for me and the communications that would eventually come through me via a trance-state connection with the ancient and highly evolved spirit communicator Joseph had any one of them proved to be so.
Ethel, an aunt on my mother’s side (and mentioned in previous parts of this series), was an extremely psychic lady who, at a pivotal point in my spiritual development, had first introduced me to the concept of greater realities and had reassured me that I wasn’t going mad in seeing the strange things I sometimes saw and in feeling the strange sensations I sometimes felt …but that I simply happened to be extremely psychic too. I remember chatting with her at a time when I was in the ‘first date’ stage of a relationship with a young lady and being shocked to hear her tell me in a somewhat agitated state that she had, throughout that day, psychically heard and sensed personalities from ‘the other side’ weeping and crying out as a result of my new romantic association. This was not in any way something a young man seeking companionship and a life partner wanted to hear, nor was it a reaction that made one jot of sense to me at the time. But, considering the gravitas of what it was hoped I would eventually choose to do with my life, such an extreme, symbolic gesture by the spirits who, if everything went according to plan, intended to work with me on the vitally important imperative that would become the Joseph Communications is perfectly understandable from the lofty perspective of hindsight. Had I settled down into a conventional lifestyle with its distracting financial and familial demands the Communications would never have happened and a mission that millions of souls had been working towards fulfilling – and, to our timescale, one that had taken hundreds of years to set up in order to bring urgent, vital, life-changing information into this world at a crucial point in its history – would have failed (the young lady and I were soon to part, by the way, though not as a result of my aunt’s observations).
My belief that I was meant to be alone had, by the time I had reached my aforementioned fifty-first year, become pretty much ingrained into my psyche, although for the four years prior to this I had been exchanging occasional friendly emails with and conducting spiritual readings for a girl called Jane, who had ‘chanced’ upon my business card in a spiritual book shop and had, as a consequence, requested that I conduct a reading for her. I had subsequently visited her home on a second occasion at her invitation, this time with the intention of moving into the Light the troubled, earth-locked spirit of a young boy who had been unwittingly and systematically disturbing her sleep by waking her in the middle of the night and dimly making her aware of his presence and distress.
I’ll hand the narrative over to Jane at this point so that, in Part Six, she can tell you what happened in her own words…
Continued in Part Six.
