Dominic J Zenden.

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Not everyone who knocks at my door wants to talk. Thankfully this is rare, but I do try and understand.

Hardly a word was uttered as I greeted a man and a woman standing outside my front door. Only the lady had booked so I was surprised to see a couple. Ushered them both in, offered them a drink, which they declined, so I went straight into the reading.

They just sat opposite me, not even a blink ! My normal images and visions started coming through, I just talked and talked and talked. Two and a half hours of exhausting one way conversation ! Uncle Tom, brother Stanley; the list was endless. Even the duck pond they had just filled in was talked about.

I finely came to end of my energy, so I stopped and asked - "Do you have any questions ? The man was first to speak, "Yes one please, can I use your toilet ?" I wanted to laugh, but held back. And with a nod and not much else they left, I don't thing the woman spoke at all ! I just hope they received the messages they came for.

An interesting reading yesterday were the man wanted to talk to me about 'orbs' in in house; he was convinced they were his parents.

Firstly 'orbs' are intelligent plasma. The pure energy form of each and everyone of us, I believe. So it was not too difficult to relate to what he was experiencing. "They light up the room." He told me, often coming in together !

His parents especially his mother were quick to show themselves during the sitting. They knew current events that had occurred to their son. Very likely that they had visited. Had his parents come back to him in the form of 'pure energy ? The two could be linked, there was no denying what he had seen. Coincidence ? Maybe.

But the likelihood is they could be linked.

Orbs have always fascinated me, the really energic bright orbs that can lit up a room could be the missing link to were the energy of the soul is stored between lives ?

I have the up most respect for people who keep an open mind. I have no respect for those who put pressure on those who believe in life after life. I sat in my room sun shinning through the open window, the breeze carried the songs of birds with the odd car breaking the moment.

This lady had travelled a good hour to sit with me. She knew her husband had only just passed but she had a feeling that if there was an after life he would have to come through just to tell her off for wasting her money on a medium ! She openly talked about how difficult life had been with him. How he was never wrong. He had even locked all the bank accounts up so she could not spend any money !

I was so happy to share a few facts with her. I do not believe she had ever believed she would be free from him. It took me a while to understand that she had only wanted to come because she had found it hard to believe after all these years of hell she was now free !

This took some convincing. Apparently I was not alone, she had not believed the doctor either !

Hard to believe that men like this have still existed in our modern world !

So many people tell me "'I'm a Medium" Most as they walk through my front door and sit on my sofa !

Those who make the journey to my cottage must have been interested in mediumship for one reason or another, We all hear voices, we all sense and we all see images. But one thing they lack is the courage of their convictions. Anyone can be a medium in a safe environment.

I sat with this lady. She was in her late forties, The conversation followed what I have just written. So I asked her why she had travelled such a long way to see me ? " I can not do it for myself" Her Welsh voice softly singing the answer. " I wanted you to confirm what I was hearing !" How often have I heard those words ? I am sure folk want me to sit and talk with spirit like they were still mortal !

Despite this the sitting went well. Her father a mild manner industrial cleaner was first to make contact. He showed me the pressure washers he used on factory equipment. Very random and brilliant evidence of his survival. It was clearly an emotional moment. I never thought a pressure washer would remove a person to tears !

More people followed and the reading went on for a good two hours. By the end she had forgotten about the first few words she had spoken.

Happy that her connection were clear.

Being a medium my world is invaded by some very strange images.

Take yesterday, a bunch of bananas from a favourite uncle ! What sort of uncle gives his niece bananas ? Answer a sea fraying uncle.

This man would regally travel from Southampton to the West Indies. On the ship would be bananas and fresh tropical fruit. This was one of the main memories she had of her uncle.

As the reading went on more and more information came through from people who had been connected. But nothing like the bunch of bananas that appeared front and centre in my mind as the lady walked through my door !

Everyday is different, and everyday little miracles happen.

Spiritualism is not a religion, it is a way of thinking that embraces everyone and anyone, no matter which god you follow.

Yesterday I had a sitting with a lady of Indian origin. She was a Sikh, second generation English. I took to her in an instant. Warm soft with a beaming smile. And of course when I relax the sitting is going to go well. Her

Father, tall thickset and imposing but as gentle and warm as his daughter. He had passed with complications to diabetes. His last few days on this side had proved a strain on the whole family. Sadly this division had lasted long after his passing.

As a medium I have no knowledge of Sikhism. I only have knowledge that we all come in and go out the same exit and entrance doors.

One thing about crossing over is we do not lose our sense of fun. This man joked that he had crossed over piece by piece ! A reference I was to find out after the reading that was down to serval amputations he had suffered.

Like I said no dived when you return to pure energy.

I have many friends in the mediumship community, many hold differing views on what it means to survive death, but each one of us agree that death is not the final act. So when a fellow medium reaches out to me for help I am not going to preach to them my beliefs,

I am going to give them evidence of survival. I have been friends with Linsey for over twenty years, I would class her as a close friend. I have worked alongside her, stayed at her home and been fortunate to meet her children and extended family. Yesterday was about her.

Mediums go through so much. Their lives are never simple. One test after another. I learnt more about my friend in an hour than I had understood in twenty years. Mediums still grieve. The human part of us tends to be empathic, it is the nature of the work.

My friend was suffering from the guilt of believing she had not done enough for her mother. She clearly had, just they simply did not see eye to eye. Death gives a clear perspective, eliminates the human blinkers along with negative emotions. The pressures of fore filling expectations are great.

I spent an hour reading and the rest of the afternoon catching up.

It was great to see my friend. Opinions ? We all have them. Friendship ? Something special , not much else really matters.

 I teach those who are learning about mediumship how to become aware of their senses. The sense of smell is often present when connecting with an imprint. This was apparent yesterday with both the readings.

A young man who had drowned whilst swimming in the sea, The scent of the waves and the calmness he had felt just before leaving these mortal shores was vivid. The group of family and friends that took part were extremely grateful. One friend asked me if it was possible to send texts from mobiles after passing ? She had received a message which she showed me on her phone three days after the tragic accident. from him. I have no explanation. EVPs are more common especially with modern day equipment, but there is always other factors to consider before believing. But it does open up the possibility. Interesting though.

The afternoon sitting was was just fun.

Personalities do not seem to change. The smell of flowers, Lilly's especially filled my nostrils. This ladies favourite perfume ! Followed in by the cutest puppy dog ! That smell again. She had just brought herself a puppy four weeks before passing. The lady sitting with me had photographs !

It is so nice when the evidence is in the room with you.

 Most people who visit are friendly. I want their experience to be a positive happy one. As a medium not believing in the Spirit world is odd to some. They have read all the books and have excepted the explanations given.

So many want to believe without thinking. ( You can read my thoughts and beliefs on my website.) The energy I connected to was the energy of a difficult person, in fact not just difficult but grumpy. A large man with a long thick grey white beard. His children did not call him father, he was known as 'Grumpy Santa ! His character was that of a person that knew. He was never wrong, and had an answer for everything.

I explained to his children. ( four ), that energy never dies it changes form. Everything that had lived on this planet would leave behind an energy imprint of it's existence.

This energy was the source of the information I was able to give. I was not holding a conversation with their father. After explaining a few other beliefs about reincarnation, time and the soul, they relaxed and allowed me to share with them the details of 'Grumpy Santa, their dad. The rest of the reading went well.

Some very good evidence of survival, if not in the commonly given way.

I have never been a car lover ! The pleasure has passed me by.

But the man who came in to give evidence of life after life clearly loved his cars. A bright green M.G. Midget with a number plate ending in 'M' was placed right in the centre of my thoughts.

He also showed a place in Cambridge where the M.G. owners club was located. The daughter, mother and small grandson listened with intent as I gave out various details of this mans life, even down to the odd pair of wellingtons he had worn.

See he would never throw anything away and this had resulted in him wearing one black and one green wellington boot ! How he passed was irrelevant, his life was laid out in front of his family.

Every now and then I get a little nervous about what I do. I want those who come to get the best out of the experience.

Two bright ladies were book in. I never ask names or locations when people book. All you get is my email address and a mobile number just in case you get lost on route. So yesterday I was expecting two appointments one in the morning and one in the afternoon as usual. When both turned up together I was a touch surprised. But they were friendly and happy to be read together. It was soon apparent that they were cousins that had grown up together since the age of six.

So they were more like sisters, but with different parents. Now it is confusing enough for a medium placing energy, but this was a double puzzle. Lady 'A' had lost both her birth parents in an accident when she was five, hence the relationship with lady 'B'. They shared common grandparents on the fathers side. Are you still with me ?

The grandfather had made himself known, lots of good evidence of who he had been, but the grandmother was nowhere ! When I mentioned this both girls laughed and said together as one, " We know she is still alive and is currently down the end of the road getting her hair done !" Unknown to be it was the hairdresser who had recommend me to the ladies ! After the laughter died down, lady 'A' parents made the connection by names togethers. It seemed the theme for the day people coming in two by two !

Little piece of information were shared. The road that lady 'A' had lived in, the school she had gone to. The name of a pet cat, and her girlhood crush on an actor from Coronation Street ! Lady 'A' also had a passion for marshmallows. A big bag of the pink and white treats were pulled from her handbag in triumph as a demonstration. Lady 'B' was happy to listen, she was here for her sister or should I say cousin. I loved the reading.

It taught me never to assume or think I should know anything about what may or may not be. One footnote was the lovely email I received from the two ladies. I will post it up on the website if you would like to read it.

Always enough.

I have the only job that is tested every single day. I am only as good as my last reading. Both readings yesterday were excellent.

I got to re live some sporting moments with an ex footballers daughter. Some family moments too. The atmosphere was fantastic as the daughter was such a lovely person. Alternately her father had died from the consequences of heading a wet leather ball far too many times. A strong proud fit healthy man in his prime, to a person who could not brush his own teeth. So sad. But what came through was his sense of humour and his desire to play jokes on everyone.

Second in a young man. He reminded me of myself at twenty. He wanted to talk and understand what dying was. He had never come across my own personal beliefs. I think he was a little shocked by the way I thought. But this did not stop his grandfather sharing some private and individual current life decision he was having to make.

A polite and well mannered young man who it was my pleasure to talk with for a couple of hours.

The bright lipstick smile greeted me. The warmth of another person is always so very noticeable. As a medium I am very grateful when the sitter is friendly. Not always the case.

The reading started off on the right foot. Lithely. This lady had been very close friends to the person who was keen to come through, and before her passing had had problems with her blood circulation resulting in the lost of her lower left leg ! It was serious though you would not have known it. The jokes and laughter flowed as two good friends were reunited.

Second up a man in his late sixties. As Suffolk as people come. Reserved , serious and not that open. I think it would be fair to say not a person who you may associate with visiting a medium. The complete opposite from the first lady. No laughter this time, but a reading drawn into the countryside of Suffolk. A farm full of pigs. His folks had been pig framers for many years.

He did not believe in an afterlife but was curious to see. His mother, sister, and finally father came in. He was wanted his father to give permission for him to sell the farm. Which he was given. Amazingly ! No one ever visits without reason.

He left the same way he came in , distant and cold. People are what they are, I had never expected a thank you and I was not disappointed.

I never mind explaining my own personal beliefs. Imprints and reincarnation and no spirit world are the corner stones alongside 'love. I welcome those who have alternative views and find myself often sharing how I have come to believe in my own personal understandings. I do not now or have ever believed that mediums talk with 'dead people'.

The circle of life is uncomplicated. Energy changes form, but never dies. I am not of the romantic opinion that you can speak directly to your dead nan ! But she would have left an imprint of each and every action, thought and deed. This imprint is what I tap into as a medium. It is not a conscious interactive conversation.

More of a record of her. Your nan would in my opinion be reincarnated or re living her pervious life. Again this is not complicated, but 'time as we know it is unlikely to exist in the manner we have been taught. Understanding 'Life after Life' survival of the consciousness, is key to cutting through the nonsense of the complicated explanations offered by those who claim to know. I am happy to discuss my personal understandings with anyone who has the time. My aim as a medium is to share evidence that life is eternal.

The proof of existence is not proof of an afterlife, but if I can give evidence that conscious thought is separate from the mortal body then the only debate is where does this energy go , and how does it make the transition between bodies. However hard I try I can not believe that when we die that is the end. Blinking into darkness.

Yesterdays mediumship was more of a debate than a reading.

Everything we are is only temporary.

Different phases of our life are shuffled together to become one life. Which part of your life would you choose to represent you ?

This is an issue I have as a medium, for instants would you recognise your own father if he came through to you as a boy ? Yesterday the man that came through on a reading said something that got me thinking. He said, " I wear this old persons body so my daughter will recognise me, even though I do not choose to be that old man any more.

Mediumship brings to our attention many things that we may take for granted. It asks the question -"How well do we know the people we love ? I am relying on the sitter being able to confirm certain pieces of information. The sitter is relying on me to pick up only what they would know. Each one of us has an uniquely different relationship with each one of our parents.

Worth considering when we seek the help of a medium.

The one thing that comes through from my mediumship sittings is there are a million ways to die ! And as cheerful as it sounds each one of us will face this change, it is not the change that many of us fear, it is how that provokes.

Yesterdays reading was very clear about the moment of change. The man who made contact only in his late forties was addiment that his consciousness had left his mortal body a few moments before and his words 'heart exploded' . He had watched his own body stop breathing. No sense of pain, panic or fear He had felt sorry for the medics that were running around his lifeless body in vain trying to revive him. As he said he was gone, the moment changed who he was.

After the sitting was over his daughter told me a little more about her father. Intelligent to such an existent he was well known for his own personal interest in everything, including life after after death. He was if possible going to return. Hence her visit. She was still only a teenager but an old teenager with an inquiring mind (Obviously inherited from her father)

A really interesting sitting with the thought that our soul is released just before our mortal body dies.

Never Easy

Mediums are born not made, but the way they work has changed much in the last twenty years. Technology can bringing people together, or it can create issues all of it's own

Yesterday was about over coming and not giving up, though I came within a hairs breath. First the skype would not work. 45 minutes of trying ! Before retreating and deciding to try again later. Great decision. The connection was prefect. Then the lady across the screen from me only wanted to hear from one person !

This is the most difficult thing to do as a medium, I have no control who makes connect with me Her father was first in and guess what ? It was not him she wanted The name and the description were spot on. I am now close to the edge. Mediumship is working fine, but I am sure it is never realised how hard you have to work. It is not a direct line.

So I persist, and with a little luck and help I am able to describe the person the lady is waiting for. Information followed, some very good, some not so good. I have to remember that not every message is able to be verified at the time. (Being honest and true to what is being given is something I have learnt. ) This information can be fabulous evidence after the sitting has finished. This person was able to give personal information that was validated. I had to deal with difficult technology, and person only wanting a one person contact. I must add for the record that my client was always lovely and I believed appreciated the extra effort and time her reading had taken.

Not everyday do I get invited into share peoples lives and the sadness left behind when a parent is taken quickly without warning. But I must remember that only mediums know how much effort is given over and that people have no reason to know or even want to know what mediumship is, until they find themselves on the other end of a skype call !

My worst kind of reading.

Bill and Joan sat opposite me, people you would take no notice of if you walked passed them on the street. I could tell that it had taken them both an amount of courage just to come and sit with me. Like most of these occasions one partner had pulled the other one along for support, but I could tell it was Joan who had wanted to come, Bill was just an open minded sceptic !

To set the scene, it was a hot sunny day, my summer house where I read for people is often cool, shaded by the young horse chestnut tree that stands like an umbrella over hanging the glass fronted wooden building. The doors were clipped open and the sound of bees and birds gently drifted into the room on the light breeze. A more prefect morning would be hard to order up if I did have a line to the weather god in the sky. The look of expectation on the faces that I hardly dare look at, as I began nervously.

" Are you both combatable" I asked not really wanting to know the answer. I really wanted to know who was going to come through. Then without warning a young girl crying and looking shaken entered my thoughts. It is me Emily. "look I am really sorry, I did not mean to smash up such a lovely birthday surprise. I saw a picture of a brand new red sports car. Only small but as brighter red I could not imagine, the motor shone.

I was not looking at Bill or Joan, I was in a daze as usual consumed by the visual pictures being painted in my minds eye. Emily was there daughter, an only child. For her eighteen birthday her father had brought her this car as a celebration. Emily had driven it straight into a motorway bridge. Killed in an instant, the car was crushed like a concertina, still bright red but crushed. I faded back into the sunlit room, the birds still singing the bees still hymning, the world had now become my summer house. Such an emotional feeling. Time floated by and

I just sat and talked about their daughter with them. She was going to be a nurse, her training was on going at the time of her passing. Bright beautiful and caring. It takes me a while to come down from such readings. My mind is full of the moment and trying to come to terms with how such a wonderful gift could have such tragic implications.

My worst kind of reading.

The Box

Yesterdays mediumship was all wrapped up in a box full of belongings. A book, a pen and an empty cigarette packet amongst other things. The box was like a time capsule going back to the sixties. The thing was the lady who was having the reading had only recently been going through the exact same box ! Very current and a little moving.

Second up images of beaches, running tracks and Oxford. This man had gone to university in Oxford, but had ended his life on the south coast. Every morning weather allowing he had gone swimming in the sea at his local beach. Fitness was the something he never gave up and his love for running and swimming was very apparent.

Both of yesterdays readings were stacked full of the memories of two well respected men.

Little Red Devils

When I am not working there is nothing that I like more than watching football. I did not expect my knowledge of football impact on a private sitting. Lady from Wigan, bright smiley face, warm manner, beamed across from my computer. Some people are just warm and welcoming.

Straight into a large white bathroom with a black tiled walk in shower cubical. The reaction was opposite to the warm welcome. Tears and grasps. "That is where mother was found." A lady in her seventies who had collapsed after leaving her shower. To be honest the rest of the reading was a blur, nothing I could say that would bring any better evidence, apart from the tattoo of a little red devil on her shoulder. She was a Manchester United fan. The tattoo was just conformation.

Reading two was different. Two brothers, their father had gone to work and not returned. The room I was in was transformed into a waiting room at a train station. He had worked on the railway as a ticket collector or as his son told me afterwards, 'a guard.'

He had stopped at a station, got of the train to use the toilet. He reached the waiting room before a massive heart attract took him in a instant. He was 57 years old.

A reminder that every moment counts.

A man that never said goodbye, got his chance.

I try to get people to see me as soon as possible, but every now and then it takes a few months.

Yesterday I had a special visitor who had travelled the length of the country for his appointment. When people go to such effort it is only right to look after them. But I always feel tired the next day.

This man spent the whole day and slept in our spare room overnight before saying goodbye after breakfast this morning. His sitting was comfortable. I like reconnecting family members especially husbands and wife's. One interesting point from his reading was the recovery from mental illness. His wife had suffered from emotional difficulties towards the end of her life. But this seems to be a human condition, that clears on passing. I will sense certain emotions and illnesses so I have to be careful not only to represent the person in their different phases of life but not to get too close towards the end of their life.

I am only the link between energy and mortal.

The Wooden Box

I saw a couple who really only wanted to know one thing. "Where had his father hidden the wooden box ?" It is rare that people who come to me have such a direct question. They are always very guarded about saying anything. So I ask the question - "Please show me were the wooden box is" After a few minutes that seemed like weeks, an image of an under stair cupboard with a white door started to unfold in my mind.

Then a shelve, behind the cupboard door, a false wall - a piece of white card that hid the shelf. Behind the cardboard sat a small wooden box about ten inches by six. Then I was shown the box had a false lid that had to be slid open in a certain manner. Under the lid was a document that was this mans last will and testament. The couple sat transfixed listening to every word, they hardly moved for the twenty minutes it took to relay the message. They got up, thanked me and left. All over in less than thirty minutes ! I 'm used to people staying for hours.

Then this morning I received an email from them. I have copied and pasted it below.

Hi Dominic, We are both astonished by the information you pasted over yesterday. We went straight to Dads bungalow from yours. Now I must say we were both sceptical about what you had told us. I had been in that cupboard before but had not ever found anything. The lay out was as you described, the piece of white card disguising the shelve behind the door, and would you believe it behind it was the wooden box ! Then because you went on to show how to open the lid, and I followed your instructions, the 'will' was right there. We had been looking for this box for three months, I had given up. I had little faith in you either, my wife had persuaded me to try you as a last resort. I can never thank you enough. I am lost for words and in ore of your abilities. I am sending you something to express my gratitude and extreme thanks.

I have removed the name for privacy. Not every reading has such an outcome. But if you believe in 'Imprints' like I do every piece of information is still active like yesterdays mediumship proved.

There is nothing better than the feeling I get during mediumship. Not everything fits straight away, but the information given in my experience always has a significance, days later in some cases.

Yesterdays mediumship it took my first sitter an hour after the reading to understand what had been given. I like this delay. It means that I am not reading the thoughts of the sitter. If you think about it messages passed over by 'thought would make sense.

We are all thought, whether this side or pure energy side. That is why I only give what I am given and I would never change a piece of information just because the person opposite has a blank look. This evidence is by far the best as it could only ever come from spirit.

The second reading was full of life. A whole host of people connect to the sitter made short cameo appearances.

Jumping from one personality type to another. Families can be complicated when you are just the middle man in between ! But the little pieces of information bring the biggest reaction.

A pair of gold rimmed glasses, a CD of a favourite singer and a piece of extremely obscure music were only some of the proof of survival shared.

This reading lasted 2 and three quarter hours ! It only felt like a few minutes.

The awful Spector of drug addiction and a man who spent time as a prisoner of war. Not always light and laughter comes through but because people do go through difficulties I expect not every reading to be happy,

But it is proof of survival that makes the difference. An eighteen year of girl who died due to a drug addiction -

fabulously funny, so beautiful, too young. Loved basketball. The sorrow in disappointing her parents so many times. This is why I work so hard for people like these.

Then a man that never talked about his younger life . He had gone to war when he was twenty and that experience had shaped his whole life. Being held prisoner stayed with him for the next sixty.

He was a man of few words but the images that he shared were very real.

I am so much more than a medium.

A friend, a listening ear. a teacher and even someone who cares.

Yesterdays mediumship involved all of these.

A mother and father who just did not get on. I sense the chemistry and feel the tension. I want to represent the energy in the way I sense it. This was a reading of describing. Not judging.

Then the gentleman who was able to show me in detail the different stages of his life. His home, personality and attitude were present.

He even transferred how his body had felt in certain areas. As a medium this one of the things I try to avoid ! A few bags of old coins, sixpences, thrupenny bits were given, these coins are going to be made into bracelets when there was time.

Two readings four hours and plenty of memories.

Of all the readings I do the two toughest types are 'phone only readings and readings for friends. Both happened yesterday.

The phone is voice only, it takes me a few minutes to locate and sense the person. Mediumship can work well but it takes a little more effort on my behalf. So yesterdays first reading was at first a little disconnected.

Then a grandfather a mother and a whole host of guinea pigs ( who I mistook for rabbits !) showed up. Easy to get things wrong but with a little understanding the messages were relayed , a dirty pair of shoes, a three piece suit, that I wanted to call a three piece suite ! Phone calls are always a good test of my skill to bring through the correct phrases.

The second reading via Skype was for a friend. These sittings are also very difficult. I question what I already know against the pictures and words that come through.

I was standing on a beach over looking a cove, the sea was bright blue, the sun burning down. The man who had wanted to show himself, the brother of my friend had been a sailor. I had no prior knowledge of his occupation or life style. His ashes were shattered at sea. Even the smallest amount of information can prove survival and lead on to the most interesting of conversations about 'time and reincarnation.

Not a hard day, but a testing one.

'That's Right'

Fabulous couple of hours spent yesterday with the widow of a glam rock band member ! 'I knew it was going to be fun when 'Tiger Feet' came bouncing into my head ! Could not stop singing it all day long ! The first line is still stuck in my head.

The reading flowed and it was one of those conversations that you never wanted to stop.

Reading number two was also well received. Again a lady who had been widowed by the passing of her pipe smoking, beer brewing, never late, Parish council chairmen, husband.

An interesting character. They had lived together for forty nine years . This opening line was about his dog, not his wife !

So nice being able to share this man and his personality with his wife.

I meet people from all over the world, most are very grateful but there are always the odd exception to prove the rule.

Yesterdays first sitter was very under whelmed.

I have to remember that not everyone reacts. Mothers median name was my opening line. Unimpressed ! Then followed a string of life events, followed by an old school friend and I finished up with a family pet. About an hour. Not a ground shacking sitting but lots of little pieces of information that when gathered together indicated proof of survival.

A good reminder that I have to work hard.

Second reading was lovely.

It felt that the whole world had come to talk to this lady. Her mother was able to talk to her about her current life situation. This proved extremely helpful. A neighbour of her mothers also came through bringing back memories long forgotten.

986881

Technology allows me to work with people from all denominations from all over the world. Yesterday I was with an elderly lady in New Zealand with some very surprising information.

The reading start off like any other reading, a clear bright imagine looking back at me from my computer. A warm bright smile etched a crossed her lips, brow furrowed like a freshly ploughed field. Eyes glistened, expectation not far away.

I made the introduction and a man her husband was the first to come through. She was delighted, but more was to follow. This is when this reading reached the incredible. I wrote this down because lists are hard to retain. 986881 a sequence of six numbers. It could be anything telephone number, insurance policy even the combination of a safe. It was none of these but this lady went very silent and started shaking her head, tears were rolling down her weather beaten cheeks.

I waited, the moment was in the silence and I have learnt to recognise that. She knew what the number represented and who had been able to share it. This man was her father. He had been given that number whilst being held captive in a concentration camp in Poland.

The number was his tattooed on the inside of his forearm. Some information astonishes me.

I am still coming to terms with the implication. I would like to add, her father had survived and went on to live until 1986. His story was remarkable.

Last thing that I had expected from a reading.

Mediumship is not an exact science, you need all of your senses working to get even the smallest of connections. I still think people believe you are having a human conversation with the energy of a spirit person. Yesterday was an example.

The woman who showed her kitchen full of cakes and pastries. The smell was amazing and the evidence of her and her skills undisputable .

Then the framer ! You can guess what he smelt like ! Pigs mainly. But the countryside was beautiful. He was also aware that his business had been sold for a small fortune. Certain family members had been living a very different life ! I think the couple who were sat with me were a little taken aback by the direct information.

Drainpipes and Carousels

When we pass our memories remain. It could be the whole reason for living - to create memories ? Yesterdays mediumship was all about the things two men did with their lives.

The first man a father of four, children, two of whom were sat in front of me. Their father a fit man who worked right up until he died mending roofs and drainpipes. Again this detail was brilliant proof for his two sons; apparently he had mended the drainpipe on his sons house a month before his premature passing.

The second man had worked with wood. But he was not just a carpenter, he would craft and repair carousel horses. He showed us his working shed, as he called it, the garden of his house, that had been rot to left, as he said. One personal characteristic he never had managed to get his spoken words in the right order !

A little strange at first, but just reminded me not to change the message round. How he spoke was the best evidence of it being him.

I grew up reading Doris Stokes. Her fabulous books talked about her mediumship readings. Since then Colin Fry, John Edwards, and a few other mediums have shared their readings in books. My aim here is to share each days readings whilst they are fresh in my mind. Each reading is shared with the permission of the sitter. Names have been changed.

Yesterday was another wonderful day. The nice thing about visiting us here in North Norfolk is you have the freedom to bring guests, children and animals with you, my wife Alison is always happy to look after everyone.

That is why when a lady in her mid forties turned up with two dogs and three children I knew she would be looked after. In her two and a half hour sitting she had a number of messages, both parents, and grandparents with a special message for one of her daughters ! Not forgetting a guest appearance from 'Sparkle the Jack Russel 'Her favourite dog who passed a few weeks ago. After that reading the house fell silent for a while.

My next guest was a man in his late seventies. His wife of over 45 years Helen followed him into my tiny little mediumship room and sat next to him holding his hand throughout. One of the best readings of the week. Lots of memories from a wonderful marriage that had inured much hardship.

Yesterdays Mediumship

 Nothing stays the same

Life changes and people who we have come to love leave. As a medium I see people at their lowest ebb. The Indian lady with only praise for her father. The best man I have ever had the good fortune to know. She told me. Then her brother who passed only a few weeks ago showed up !

Mediumship reaches out across the religious dived. Hard not to feel sad for her.

The surprise of her brother being able to make contact will help her come to terms with loss. That sitting took a lot out of me the emotional impact.

Then walks into my room a bright young lady in her thirties. She had driven all the way from London just to sit with me. Her husband now in spirit followed her into my room with a bright grin.

No one should lose a partner after only a few months of marriage. This lady stayed with us both until 8pm about six hours ! She just wanted to talk and share memories. We were happy to share our tea ! London is a lonely City when you are on your own.

A bitter sweet day.

Most of us live ordinary lives.

But how many of us can remember blow by blow what we did yesterday ? This was the information that came through in my afternoon sitting. I was taken through what the lady in the chair opposite had done from the time she woke up to the time she went to bed. What she had eaten, who she had spoken with and how much money she had spent. All she ask me for was evidence that her husband was still with her !

The details shocked her ! She had not believed in any form of after life ! The funny thing was she hated being watched.

Ignorance is bliss !

I love it when people who visit bring little gifts, just being thought after is lovely.

Yesterday was about unexpected gifts. It is not often I get to read for a teenager, as you can imagine most of my guests are over forty and some a lot older. So when this young man came to sit with me bringing flowers as a gift for Alison (my wife) it reminded me that age is no indication of anything.

The reading progressed and serval people came gave little messages of love and support but nothing special, that is until his step mum who had brought him up made an appearance. I could not say who this lady was, but you would know her.

At the end of a tearful reunion I was given a message with a direct instruction. This has happened before, but I never believe until the instructions have been followed and the object found. This young man was not expecting anything. But last night I received a phone call from him. He had found the item mentioned !

I believe that I am only as good as my last reading. This was because of the nature of the information given one of the best recent readings.

Around the World

With the invention of technology I can work all over the world without leaving my little reading room in Norfolk.

Yesterday I was able to visit Australia and connect a motor mechanic. a rusty old heap of scape that he called a jeep - with his wife and family. Typical Australian didn't mention the wife or family just wanted to know about the motor ! Sadly it had been towed away just after his passing with all the semi precious rocks still in the back ! His wife told me afterwards he thought more about his jeep and rocks than anything else !

Second reading was in America. Mother and Daughter. Lots of strange things had been happening in they're house since the grandfather had passed. Objects moved, lights flashing on then off for no reason. In the end they had to talk to someone, me ! The grandfather had died due to complications from liver disease. He had had the transplant but it had failed to take and he went down hill fast.

Now whether he was responsible for the house, lights and objects being moved he would not say, but enough evidence came through to prove his survival.

The mother was delighted and promised to stay in touch with updates !

Little Things.

The tiniest pieces of information are often the best bits. Yesterday proved this once again. The ladies father came through. Showed me sacks of coffee, sugar and tea. He had worked in the 'sack business supplying the right sized sack to the commodities market.

He also showed me how he had passed, which was related to his work. The dust from the sacks had built up in his lungs causing his premature departure.

But the small piece of evidence he shared was something I could have easily missed.

A linen shirt. I could smell the distinct ironing smell, as well as see the bright white materiel, When I passed on this information the lady turned as white as the linen ! Only two hours before her reading she had been in a large retail shop looking for a white linen shirt ! But had decided not to buy one because it took too much ironing !

She told me afterwards that she had always wanted to know that her father was still with her.

The little things have the biggest impact.

Shine Silently

No matter how you are feeling the knowledge of your loved ones only being a breath away can change everything you are. The first reading was very much like this. A host of memories, words spoken and no chance to say goodbye. This lady sat with me as her parents too it in turns to tell us both about her life. Just little things - for instance - she would never eat onions in gravy ! She had been bitten by a large dog whilst out playing as a child. And her father had built her a wooden hut in their garden. All very personal and mood changing.

The second reading was more like a group event ! Six family members assembled themselves in my tiny little room, all had that expectance look ! Now group are a lot harder for a medium, the energy can jump quickly between one to another, but this group only want one person. Their mother was through before we had all found chairs ! Each child had their own personal message !

A day of hard work yes, but also a day that changed how people were feeling.

I am so lucky to meet such nice people that all have one thing in common; sadness.

A met a man yesterday who's granddaughter died choking on a blackberry. Such a sweet little girl, only four but as bright as a button. No words could ever express the sadness of her early unexpected passing. The reading was funny as she brought through her favourite 'Frozen' princess.

Her bedroom had been left bright yellow with all the posters ever since.

Second reading whilst still sad was a throw back to the seventies. The man who came through was a father, but mostly a roadie for some of the most glamourous ot the glam - rock bands 'The Sweet' A whole hour of music and memories with plenty of laughs and makeup thrown in. Personally I could have spent all day with him but the family had to travel back home.

Two sittings with sadness for different reasons.

Yesterdays Mediumship

Mothers Day

Both of yesterdays readings revolved around Mothers. The first mother through was able to recognise her own ear rings worn by her daughter and a friend of the daughters mother who also happened to be a millionaire made a special appearance by name at the beginning. Always nice when someone unexpected stops by.

The second mother showed amongst other things her love for strawberries and hats ! One hat for each outfit ! Lots of memories came flooding in over the next hour. Two lovely mothers who were happy to reconnect with thier daughters.

Mel , Had such a lovely reading with Dominic today...so friendly , warm , funny..emotional yet light hearted..some random stuff that eventually fitted into the jigsaw puzzle!..blown away doesn't cut it !..so grateful Dom....thank you xx

No need for goodbyes.

losing a partner is one of the most traumatic experience's that we face as an adult. Losing a parent as a child has the longest of effects on our lives. Yesterday's mediumship was a combination of the both.

A man who wife had passed only two months ago. He had been told that it would be too soon to contact her, but this is wrong as no time in spirit. I talked him through the instant change, and tried to help him. The personality the love and the memories are always there. A happy reading for a sad reason.

Then a young lady who had not known her mother. She had died early on in her life and was now missing her mum. The impact had not been felt until now. Her mother a bright funny swings and slide of a person was brilliant.

She had obviously followed her daughter during her 'growing up years. Again funny and sad all rolled into one.

Yesterdays Mediumship 

Acceptance

It may be so that accepting yourself is the biggest thing you ever have to do, but approval from a parent helps tremendously.

My first sitter was a man who had struggled in his own life coming to terms with who he is. His father a military man who had served in the Army was quick to acknowledge and to praise his son for the different courage he had shown.

My second sitter was also happy for his father to come through. Memories of a self made rock in horse, squeaky doors re hung and a shed full of wood shavings.

This man had been a carpenter all his life ! I know the connection is good when the salience in the room cackles with static electricity !

I am only human.

Can not help being affected by some of the people who come. The parents of a young man who had driven his rather fast car into a lorry. The car a white hatch back was his pride and joy. He had spent many hours transforming the engine and paintwork, but not the brakes.

These had failed as he pulled into a layby, the lorry was static he simply did not stop. This was a tragic accident. His parents were lovely people. They thanked me as they left, I had no words for their sorrow.

Bit more up lifting the next sitting. After a long life this man just fell asleep in his arm chair after dinner. His last words were thank you for that, he just slipped away silently. He wife had not even noticed, he would often fall asleep in his blue butterfly backed chair after dinner. until it was time to go to bed hours later.

I could still see the sadness in her eyes.

Expect the unexpected.

This was a day of surprises ! A man came through wearing a blonde wig and a red dress ! To my astonishment his daughter, wife and brother just laughed and said 'that is Mick !' He had been a professional drag artist for thirty years called Amanda ! Brilliant reading with so much laughter and fun. Mick had died on stage wearing that blonde wig and red dress. I certainly did not expect that.

Second client was just as strange. An old gentleman in his seventies sat across the room from me, his daughter in law was the first spirit person in, followed by a rather rude parrot ! Now as a medium I do hear voices, but I never expected to hear a bird swear !

After the sitting the man told me that she had three talking parrots that had learnt to be extremely blue ! African Greys' he said with a smile !

A three hour reading to start with.

This lady had lost her brother and husband within 12 days. Her husband was able to show me that she had cleaned out the house ! All of his things had gone, including 12 bibles that his father a Methodist minister had given him. Pay slips from 1951 and receipts for everything that he had kept for decades. He also pointed out that she had scrubbed the house top to bottom and the photograph of his mother hanging in the living room had been replaced by a photograph of a rabbit ! All true. This was an amazing lady who was just pure comedy. I did not want her to leave !

The second reading was more sombre.

A very pretty Indian lady . I never know who is coming I only take first names. Husband of thirty years passed due to complications with diabetes, drink and stress. He was bright and cheerful even told her the password to an account she had no idea existed ! Talked about his time on dialysis and the gentle way he passed in his sleep. His wife had woken up next to his lifeless body. Not an easy reading but enough evidence to allow his wife a little relief from the guilt, and an account that promised security and a little relief from her worries.

Each Morning

I have got that excitement back. Can not wait to start working. The last few months have pointed me in the right direction. Yesterdays mediumship was the best two sitting yet,

The first one I have already written about, if you missed it you can read it on here, or my website.

The second sitting was so special. A man looking for his wife. Not only did she come through but brought a few old school friends with her. She told me the one thing that got this mans attention and I am sure he will not mind if I tell you. Apparently his wife had the best legs ever ! The legs of a 21 year old ! Love is never lost and I felt privileged that they had chosen me to lift the divide.

Some readings just stand out and I wanted to write this mediumship sitting up before the information left my mind.We all die, but live on. Many of you who will be reading this will understand this. And I never make light of anyone's passing. 

But I have just given a reading that made me laugh and cry for all the wrong reasons.I was taken to a petrol station next to a 'Little Chef restaurant. The man who came through had stopped his car to buy fuel and to use the toilet. The only toilet was located in the 'Little Chef.

He told me the last thing he remembered before crossing over was buying a packet of polo mints because he felt guilty just using the toilet.He had walked into the cubical and was sitting in the usual position when a petrol tanker drove straight through the mens toilets, killing him instantly. And although he joked and laughed about what a way to go, it was a terrible shock to his family. He had not felt a thing. The whole accident only took a few seconds. He just wanted his wife, children and parents to know he was still alive. The wife told me afterwards that the tanker driver had fallen asleep at the wheel and had been badly hurt, but not killed.

The whole restaurant had to be demolished. My heart always goes out to anyone and everyone who is left behind, but how unlucky was this man ?

So much had to go wrong for him to find out about life after life. 

Yesterdays Mediumship

A mother acknowledging her two new grandchildren and a father who brought back memories of driving in a Ford Cortina. The first sitting was for a lady in her late twenties.

Her mother had passed suddenly over the Christmas of 2019. two weeks before both of her daughters had given birth. Both babies were mentioned almost before the sitting had started.

The ruby hat pin, and an old cassette tape that the lady had only just been listening too were enough to prove the mothers present's. Then the father that came in for his son.

The son a ruby league player from Manchester was the least likeliest person I would have expected on my doorstep. But his father shared memories of his son growing up in the city centre of Manchester. The endless pictures of his blue Ford Cortina and the joy the father had felt in his sons success.

I always appreciate those who travel some distance to have a private sitting.

An interesting day of mediumship.

Yesterdays mediumship readings were very touching.

A young wife who was looking to re connect with her solider husband. He showed me one piece of evidence his broken little finger !

He had broken it the day before he died. It was the subject of their last conversation.

Then a women who was met with wonderful Jazz piano music. Her father had been in a famous Jazz band !

That was an amazing tearful reunion.

Yesterdays Mediumship.

At times like these I had no idea how popular mediumship would be. After a busy day yesterday of working I thought you might like to read some of the highlights. A lady who was brought up by her Grandfather was delighted when he came through by name. Told me she didn't eat cake ! So no point in sending her a Birthday cake ! The same man left me with an image of two children in a wheel barrow. He was a gardener, and used to push this lady and her brother around in it.

A man was next who had lost his girlfriend last month. I was laying on the bank of a river counting the stars. His last memory of being with her. Then a green frog on top of a TV set. His last gift to her. She loved frogs. Lots of tears and afterwards he admitted to giving a false name before his sitting. He did not want me to look anything up ! Mediumship has it's place, as does spirit.

Two very happy clients

Yesterday's Mediumship

The room was filled with yellow, the bright summer sunlight came streaming through the partly open bay window and I was looking directly up. This was the last room this lady saw. It was a description of the hospital room where her mother had passed from two months earlier.

A gentle lady with no want to fight. Just this vision was enough to bring comfort.

Then in contrast the next reading was all about Australia. A father and son came through together by name, both had drowned in a flood when their house was swept away. Such a funny man who laughed about not having any peace ! 'She never left me alone during life' he chuckled. But was able to share a few personal experiences with his wife.

Just knowing they were together made this ladies day.

My Beliefs as a medium.

I can not believe in the spirit world; it simply does not fit into any universe that I can imagine.But I do believe in life after life. We change form, not worlds.

As a medium I know that our thoughts, memories and love are eternal. Imprints that are etched into the fabric of our existence.These imprints never leave, stacks of thoughts that can be accessed by those of us who vibrate at the correct frequency.

For me it is akin to walking into a room full of boxes, under each lid is an experience, a slice of a person's life  that has been neatly stored. You could call this your akashic record ? We all have our own personal room.

Each life is stored.

Previously before this knowledge I struggled with the concept of mediumship. No matter how hard I tried I could not believe those mediums who painted such a wonderful and idyllic picture. It also suited them and their ever changing readings.

Imprints have changed everything.

I have something to believe in with a passion.Stacks of memories, left behind embedded alongside each life lived. These memories are what I open when I read. Three dimensional images created by thought.Thought is something I have no problem with. Each day each one of us millions of thoughts, each thought captured by energy, stored in stacks.

There never has been or ever will be a sudden stop. Your body may be limited, dependent on electricity and heart beats.  Each person has their own limit of heart beats. The slower, calmer we are the longer the mortal body lives. 

No time as we are taught, each body holds all the knowledge gathered over many lifetimes in the soul. The key to understanding this piece of our spirituality is the interchangeable nature of our soul.

The mortal body is the vassal, the soul contains each experience.