My story starts with a visit to a medium, I hadn’t planned this visit, my daughter had been away on holiday and she called in on us on her return to give us some little gifts she had bought us, creamy fudge for me, my favourite, while we were chatting she said “hey mum do you know there’s a medium on at the pub“ I said “well I don’t really want to go to that, especially at that pub” but she was insistent we should go, for one, it would get us out for a night and secondly we might get a message, so in the end I agreed to go with her and my sister Natalie.
The night of the visit to the medium came and we decided to be there half an hour early to ensure a good seat, so off we set, went into the room and we were the first to arrive, typical you go early no one is there, I bet if we had gone later there wouldn’t of been standing room, the medium was already there setting up, just looked like an ordinary guy to me. I’m not sure what I thought but I should explain to you that whilst I believe in the afterlife and do everything possible to look for any truth in the subject and read many many books I’m still very sceptical of mediums so I wasn’t holding out for any profound message.
7.30 the room was filling up nicely and the medium was ready to begin, firstly he went to the lady on the table next to me gave her a message from her granddad some things she acknowledged and some she couldn’t place so I’m thinking well that doesn’t sound very good I’m really not too bothered whether I get a message or not really plus I don’t want to be the centre of attention anyway, I must of been drifting into oblivion with these thoughts because the next thing my daughter Roxanne was nudging me and saying “mum mum” and the medium thrust the microphone into my hand. Oh no my worst fears had just come true!
This is how the reading went:
Psychic. I have a lady in spirit connected to all 3 of you
Me: Yes
Psychic: she died in her late 60’s
Me Oh no she was much older
Psychic: she liked to look pristine whenever she went out even if she was just popping to the shop
Me: Yes, she was still young at heart.
Psychic : she’s clacking her dentures at me popping them in and out and laughing likes its funny
Me: yes she used to do that to my children when they were small
Psychic : She’s very emotional (the psychic is almost crying himself)
Me: Yes I understand that
Psychic: she’s not happy about the state of her hair and the fact she didn’t have her dentures in the day of her passing
Me: Well yes that is true
Psychic: she want to say sorry to you
Me: OK
Psycic: she’s pulling back and sends her love
Me: Thankyou
He took the microphone from me and started to feel for who else in the room he may have a message for and starts saying Bernard who’s Bernard, I’m looking around the room to see who will put their hands up, no one did, this is what I’m thinking “crap that’s my dad’s name, surely this isn’t for me though” the medium was starting to look very frustrated now so, yes you guessed it my daughter Roxanne says very loudly “mummmmmm are you not going to say something” oh my life I really don’t want all this attention but too late back he comes towards me with the microphone this is what happened next
Psychic: who’s Bernard
Me: my dad, he’s living
Psychic: I have an elderly gentleman here (his voice starts to go and he sounds like he’s croaking now) he had something wrong with his throat
Me: yes he had throat cancer, it’s my dad’s dad
Psychic: Has your dad just give up smoking
Me: Yes about 8 weeks ago
Psychic: please tell your dad that his dad says never to start again, he’s pulling back now
Me: ok Thank you
The rest of the evening went uneventful after these two readings so we waited for Roxanne who was so impressed she stayed for a private reading then went home, I relayed the message to my dad, told my mum about her mother coming through (my grandma) and went to bed with one thing on my mind, What exactly was my Nan apologising to me for???
Now my Nan was a very demanding woman, she would turn up at my house almost every tea time expecting to be fed (with hindsight I think she was just very lonely) she would nag and nag about the silliest things, like a light bulb that wanted changing or the fact I had left my pegs on the line, she would talk all through my favourite programmes and tut if the children were making too much noise. I would have her stay with me every Christmas, phew that was hard work, take her on holidays, even when her husband had to go into a care home with Alzheimer’s I shifted my children about and had her stay with me for a week to help with the adjustment. In short she was cantankerous and demanding but I still loved her.
By the next day I had mostly put all of this to the back of my mind went about my usual business for the day and eventually went to bed early.
12.30 am there was the most almighty crash I had ever heard that came from the bathroom area, I sat bolt upright “what on earth was that I said to my husband, thinking we had a burglar” he was already up investigating the source, “I have no Idea, it sounded like all the shampoo and shower gel bottles had fallen off the window ledge into the bath but, nothing is out of place” my husband retorted. I sighed turned over and went back to sleep not really taking any notice of what it was, I was too weary.
3.00 am CRASH.......the same noise, what on earth was it, I was getting pretty fed up, I was so tired, but out of bed I got and went straight to the source of the noise, nothing was unusual and nothing was out of place, I was dumbfounded and confused but much too tired to care, so back to bed I went and almost immediately went back to sleep.
4.30 am CRAAAAASH............for pities sake, I want some sleep, what on earth is all this noise about, by now my dog is whimpering like a baby , so I’m more concerned in settling him down. Once I achieved this back to bed I went.
The next day I discussed these events with various people that popped round, even set my status on facebook to say how annoyed I was.
These disturbances were set to stay with us for a whole week, things would be moved or I would hear the crashing noise and once I swear the net curtain lifted in the little box bedroom at the back of my house. I became tired and sick of saging and salting my house and doing various rituals people were advising me to do, until, I broke down, I could take no more, I had , had enough and I told God so too ,I told him if he didn’t help me sort this out then I was moving end of! Nothing was working I was desperate now. It did occur to me that these things had started up the day after my visit to the medium at the pub I didn’t even like. But what on earth could be the connection? I was pretty emotional, my husband was trying his best to console me but he couldn’t no one could, I was just thoroughly fed up.
The last day of all these events I went to bed extra early (I must be tired, that’s the reason I was not coping with it! Or so I thought). I actually must have been pretty tired because I fell asleep almost immediately. I had the weirdest dream that went as follows
My Nan (who had come through at the reading) was staying at my house, she was old and frail, just like she looked just before she passed, she went into my bathroom and turned on the shower, “Nan you can’t stand and have a shower” I cried “your too weak, its dangerous”, next thing I was running her a bath and helped bathe her, “Nan why are you here, your dead” I squeaked. “Forgive me” she replied,
At this point I woke up and knew I had just had a visit from my Nan in a psychic dream. I looked up the dream, water means emotions plus she had said “forgive me”. Could the psychic reading of been correct, she was sorry for something, but what? How she was in life perhaps” or because she thought she had become a burden towards the end of her life? Towards the end of her life she lived with my mum and dad. She had succumbed to Alzheimer’s Disease she had, had it for 5 years, even on my wedding day, she didn’t know who I was and asked me if I would be attending the wedding, oh it would of been funny if she hadn’t of looks so painfully thin and so poorly, in the end she was bedridden and had to have around the clock care, which the whole family took turns in providing, my dad was her main carer though and he did a grand job.
Anyway didn’t take me long to figure out the crashing in the bathroom and my Nan using my bathroom in the dram was the connection, so I said a little prayer and told her I loved her very very much and she was absolutely forgiven for anything she felt she had done wrong, I also passed the message to several family members who I thought might have wanted to send her a prayer also. But now I was wondering, was it just a dream? Did it actually mean what I thought it had meant?
Only one way to find out, ask for a sign! Now my Nan was very fond of butterflies, she adored them and I had bought her a butterfly for her last birthday, it was one of the things I wanted back to remember her by when she passed, so of course the sign had to be a butterfly. One problem, its summer, there are hundreds of butterflies around, how would I know if it really was a sign from her?
So this is the thought I sent out to her’
Nan, if you are ok now and have heard my prayers I need a sign from you, it must be “Butterfly” but it can’t be I just SEE a Butterfly, someone I come into contact with today must SAY the word Butterfly, or it must come to me in a an unusual way.
Then I let it go and went about my usual business, although I must admit every time someone knocked the door I was waiting for them to say Butterfly, nothing happened I started to feel very silly and that I must have imagined the whole episode, disappointed, I think is the apt word.
I went for a walk, in one of those melancholy moods people have when something hasn’t gone to plan. I saw butterflies but this wasn’t the sign, it wasn’t good enough, there were many butterflies around in the summer anyway.
Later that day my mother in law came for her usual visit, she had her usual 5 cups of tea, talked about various subjects I can’t even remember, I was too distracted, and now I was starting to feel angry too, so I said to my mum in law “I’m going to mop this floor its filthy” I needed to vent some of this weird energy that was coursing through me. “No problem”;she said, “while you’re doing that I want to show you those towels I got in Matalan for only £2.50 I shall go to the car and fetch them” I’m thinking, what towels? I had been so distracted for the last two hours I hadn’t even realised she had mentioned any towels.
Five minutes later she bustled through my door with the brightest yellow and brightest pink towels I had ever seen, “oh they are lovely” I exclaimed. “Aren’t they” she replied “and look BUTTERFLIES”(and incidentally bright yellow and bright cerise pink were my Nan’s absolute favourite colours too).
I swear to every one of you reading this my teeth, had they been false ones would of fell out and hit the deck, if it wasn’t for the fact my teeth are all my own.
“MY SIGN, MY SIGN” I screamed, my poor mum in law looked astounded, she didn’t know anything about what had been going on, she looked like I had just knocked the wind out of her.
But I was so excited and in that instant became a 100% believer that we live on and that there is an afterlife, and in this afterlife are all our loved ones, friends, family and neighbours, all just waiting for that contact with you all. Just ask and you shall receive.
Of course I put my mum in law out of her misery and relayed the whole story to her and has I finished telling her the story we hear a fluttering on the dining room window, my mum in law said “oh a butterfly, looks like it’s trying to come in” and it did look like that.
I like to think this was my Nan making sure she had the last say, sending me a real visual butterfly anyway, even though I had requested I didn’t want my sign this way. I believe the spirit and the personality live on but they love us more and can see clear where they went wrong in life, but they just can’t quite resist that last say if that’s how they behaved in life.
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