Part Two: Expect the Unexpected.
Following my first ‘red pill’ moment, recalled in Part One of this series, and experienced when, as a young man, my psychic aunt suddenly began discussing communication with spirits, life after death, and insights from discarnate guides with me – with everything she revealed somehow being something I already knew and making perfect sense to me despite me hearing all this for the first time – my second red pill event happened almost immediately afterwards. It came about as a result of my aunt and uncle (with whom, you’ll remember, I was staying intermittently due to an extremely stressful personal challenge at that time) suggesting one morning that I might like to accompany them to a service at the local spiritualist church that same evening.
My immediate inner response was one of panic. …A Spiritualist church? Wouldn’t that be…well… rather…spooky? Would things literally go bump in the night around me? I had been brought up as a catholic (indeed, it had been suggested a few years earlier by the local clergy that I might wish to consider the priesthood as a vocation), and said religion frowned deeply on spiritualism and/or anything associated with the ‘paranormal’, denouncing such establishments and occurrences as ‘the work of the devil’. I couldn’t imagine what might happen if I was to attend such an event and I really didn’t want to go… however, because of the highly nervous state I happened to be in in at that time, I didn’t wish to be left ‘home alone’ either… and so, reluctantly, I agreed to accompany my relatives and venture into the (for me, at that moment in my life) ‘unknown’.
To my relief the ‘church’ was not at all what I’d expected…I’d conjured up an image of a bleak, gothic, stone building, wreathed in shadows and appearing suddenly and ominously through a sinister mist… In actuality it comprised of a couple of modern, light and airy rooms located above a fish and chip shop. My aunt and uncle flanked me as I climbed the metal staircase outside the building that led to the second floor entrance, so there was no escape… what on earth (or beyond) lay behind the door that came into view at the top of those steps? Contrary to my expectations it opened onto a bright and sunny room and a warm and friendly congregation, and I was rewarded for my bravery in entering with a nice cup of tea and a biscuit following the service….
My red pill moment? That came about when the lady medium who was taking the service that night stepped up to the lectern and began to interact with the congregation. ‘Either she’s been rifling through the wallets, handbags and coat pockets of those present before the service or something is going on here that I haven’t encountered before and just can’t explain,’ I mused, watching her relay information to members of the congregation regarding their lives and their departed loved ones that they obviously understood. I noticed her pause every so often as though listening to an invisible someone or someones standing next to her.
At the conclusion of a message for one of the recipients she gazed around the room searching for her next connection… and her eyes came to rest on… me. She began to talk to me about the difficult situation I found myself immersed in at that time and offered a few observations about my future before moving on to deliver the real jaw-dropper: ’Within five years you’ll be standing here… you’ll be doing this,’ she stated matter-of-factly. ‘You’ll be a medium that many other mediums will look up to.‘ She then proceeded to describe exactly how I would work as a medium in the future and listed the spiritual ‘gifts’ I’d been given and would be using.
‘Say what??’ I thought. ‘Me? A medium?’ And yet, as with my first red pill moment, I knew somewhere within myself that she was right and that I would indeed be doing this work at some stage. Little did I realise on that extraordinary evening the extent to which ‘the work’ would take up and dominate my life. Nor did I have an inkling that, as that work evolved, it would steer me inexorably towards a link with a vast group of advanced souls whose wisdom, advice and deep spiritual insights, if taken on board and acted upon, could positively transform this world and lift society out of the increasingly dark hole it has dug itself into.
Later that night, as I lay in bed thinking over everything that had been said to me, I suddenly saw the spirit of my grandfather appear, rush in through the open door of my bedroom, move over towards me, and then just as suddenly disappear; this ‘visitation’ by a discarnate spirit manifesting then being over so quickly I hadn’t time to feel nervous. It also served as confirmation that what I’d been told earlier that evening at the service was indeed accurate.
My red pill journey – leading to a way of observing, reacting to and living life that would never again fit in with what I had being assured by society was ‘the way things were’ – was up and running…
…Continued in Part Three.
