The most important things in Life, are not things.!
This was the lesson I was to learn the hard way.
The year was 1981, I must have looked absolutely ridiculous in my Yves Saint Laurent outfit finished off with a
flourish of fur. I think it was a squirrel jacket, and no I wasn't about to attend a fabulous party. I was being driven to the Lincolnshire seaside resort of Skegness in a gleaming brand new Jaguar by my friend Silla, a rather straight
and plain speaking Icelandic, and accompanied by another lovely loyal friend, Jill.
The purpose of our visit was to have a Reading with The Internationally Famous Romany Gypsy, Lee Petulengro, who, I was assured by my friends, would
give me all the answers I was looking for to sort out the mess that had become my life.
That day was to change my Life forever,.... in ways now,.... it simply seems impossible to have even dreamt about!
The event that changed me, if you like made me aware of perhaps another existence was the death of my grandma.
For a lady that was so loving and kind she didn't have an easy passing. The family watched
her steady decline after a massive heart attack at the age of just 62. The funeral was arranged and I so wanted to attend but I was not allowed. It wasn't thought suitable for a 10yr. old. Needless to say I was devastated and incredibly sad. So
after school on the day of the funeral I went to the cemetry where I knew she was buried, to find her.
I found the grave quite easily although it was a large sprawling place. I had no fear just the need to connect with her. In my heart I knew she
was alright and in my head I felt her words of comfort and in my soul I felt her prescence completly I really don't know how long I stayed there that day but it became a place I visited often. This was my aha aah moment, now I would probably call
it an epiphany, I knew with certainty that we didn't die.
Thinking back to this revelation, my behaviour started to change quite dramatically. My friends were drawn into my strange but somehow magical thinking that we could
'contact' people from the 'other side'. Because I was so young I really had no doubt about this, where as I think If I had been older the logical side of me would have dismissed it.
So it began. I could be found at school lunchtime underneath a
pile of coats for darkness, srrounded by my excitable friends, with a piece of mirror to reflect the faces of the Spirits.
The best explanation I can give about how this feels is, its like learning another language, as you learn the words an invisible
world opens up to you. Having this other Dimension opening up to me was just like that, revealing itself to me bit by bit as I accepted and explored it. This became my own personal journey completely at my own pace not forgetting I was only a child.
I was rumaging around in a sideboard at home not really knowing what I was looking for but came across a maroon leather box lined wih velvet. Inside of the box was a set of cards A-Z and a set of numbers think 1-52. No other markings on them, so clearly
they were not cards for playing bridge. I think it said lexicon on the leaflet (must look that up ) Now that I am commiting my memories to paper I have indeed looked that up. Wikipedia says, it is a linguistic concept, it derives from the Greek for words or
speech. To say or to speak. So these cards were used for this except the words were coming from the 'other side'
Understanderbly there was the odd nightmare where I would rush through
to my parents room and insist they let me into bed! I would be checking under the bed in the wardrobes etc,. I was to learn that when I was' feeling' a spirit prescence my skin became cold and clammy its an unmistakable feeling and perhaps one
that I will never get used to, but accept as part of me and the process.
I do remember having a recurring dream about people that lived in what I would probably decribe as caravans with colourful woodwork but didn't connect this with anything
As a teenager I told one of my closest friends the full name of the boy she would marry, he wasn't known to her, or me for that matter I never questioned what I was told and had absolutely no hesitation about passing on the messages as
they came . It was just a part of me, something that I could do, never realising that one day it would become the centre of my whole life After all I was just a young girl with dreams of a job that I would love and a future husband and family of my own.