Day 7 – A Journey of My Spiritual Experiences   (Listen while you read) 

Naturally, I am exaggerating when I say that Know Thyself contained only insulting words; no, this is far from the truth. Picking up the little book this morning and opening it at random I came across Chapter Four, Page 45.

We are What We See

Indeed, dear one, we are what we see. Whatever we perceive in others, is within you and me. Whenever we are startled by someone’s behaviour, it is because we understand it as being within our self. When indeed we can understand it, without the startled expression, it will be because we have overcome that particular condition, and will have compassion for our brother, our sister, who is still pained by what he sees.

Yes, dear one, we shall see, what we see, through the eyes of our own experiences.

What is right for us need not necessarily be that which is right for another. We can never judge another for that which he does, for in the experience is for him a wealth of learning and understanding. Would we take this away from him? I would think not. Would you, dear one, remove from your brother, or from your sister, that which will enable him to learn that which he does not know?

 No.

 Good, then he shall not do this to you. Whatever we project, we attract.

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It has been a wonderful time for me the past 15 years or so. Like everybody, I have had my ups and my downs.

As I mentioned earlier, Graham was a wanderer, just like my first husband; he couldn’t stay in one place very long. When the time came, after a year or so, we advised the congregation that we would be leaving. It was sad to say goodbye. We handed the keys over to a woman who had been a member of the church for many years. She wasn’t a medium, however she had the interests of the church at heart and we felt that it would be good left in her hands.

This wasn’t always the case though.  She had been a sceptic and a very hard ‘nut to crack’. Like most organisations, when someone new enters the arena, the standing members can feel a little out of ease. Who is this new person? What direction do they want to go? Are they worthy? Do they have what it takes, etc., etc.  She was no different. At our meditation/circles she would sit, arms folded, a non-expressive face, save for a narrowing of the eyes appearance. I knew that she had problems accepting much of what the church stood for and yet, there she was involved in all things spiritual. Well, all things, except perhaps faith.

One evening whilst channelling, Lord Jesus spoke. I had channelled Lord Jesus a number of times at other circles however, not at this circle. The love in the room was palpable. Everyone succumbed to the glorious feelings that engulfed us; everyone, except this woman. She remained totally untouched. She advised me, the following week, that she had spoken with a medium friend who had told her unequivocally that I was a fraud and a trickster. She was a very up-front, out-spoken woman and I asked her to hold her judgment for a while until she could judge for herself. This she did.

Her husband was a truckie, retired. They received the pension and he refused to give her any money for herself apart from the grocery and utility needs. I approached her one night and convinced her to go to the Social Security because I had been given the understanding that she could, with supporting evidence, be given a small amount of money over and above the amount that they were receiving as a couple. Even I doubted this however, she was in such a desperate state that she went along and was so grateful to me after receiving the small amount that had been spoken of. After this event I had yet another supporter who wouldn’t hear of any ill remarks being made of me. Even her demeanour changed at the circles. She was the first to arrive and the last to leave. She listened intently to all of the words spoken through me and became quite the defender. We, Graham and I, some years later paid a visit one Sunday when we were holidaying in the area. The church had moved to another location however, there she was sitting in the facilitators chair singing her heart out. It was such a lovely thing to see a woman who ‘knew’ where she belonged.

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Day 6 – A Journey of My Spiritual Experiences   (Listen while you read)

Archangel Michael reaching to save souls in purgatory, by Jacopo Vignali, 17th century

Love is the only essence that lasts; all else pales into insignificance.

(This was the message that I began to receive. After the initial shock that I’d experienced, this thought remained.)

Know Thyself was the title of the little book channelled through me by Soul Friend. I can remember feeling very threatened by some of the contents; it seemed to be a direct insult. To explain:

It speaks of the brain of man being an instrument; an instrument that can and does create headaches for those of us who are subject to them. One would think, considering my history that I would agree with such understandings. However, this was not the case. I defended the brain (the mind). I felt very disturbed by such accusations; after all, wasn’t that a direct insult being delivered? No one could possibly believe such a broad statement; could they?

Some time earlier I had agreed with spirit that I would represent their voice in whatever way I could to bring higher understandings to mankind. However; I thought that these ‘higher understandings’ were going to be speaking about love and angels and harps and all things wonderful; not, what appeared to me, to be insults thrown hither and thither.

I have read many channelled writings and they have spoken in this way; why not me? But no; the writings that were presented before me, as I listened and dutifully typed, were no such thing. No; the writings were hypercritical of humans (well, of the mind of man) and I was the scribe… Aggggghhhhh I thought.

It took some good time before I was able to see, and appreciate the understandings without the knee jerk reaction. Know Thyself was written during 1995; it wasn’t until 2005 that more understandings were given to me; which rocked my little boat even harder.

Many things happened during that period of time.

We were the leaders of the Spiritualist Church in Bowral; a beautiful town lush with greenery, and countrified living at its best. The church had, in times past, held little fetes and such to raise money for its upkeep. We decided, not long after we arrived, to present a Psychic Fair in the majestic Craigieburn Resort (which was where Graham and I married a short time later). The day was a very pleasant one, sunshine and good feelings were the flavour. We had a boon of visitors all enjoying the stalls filled with crystals and jewellery and books and various items of interest. My daughter, a lover of young children, and her partner erected a tent which became a crèche. Indeed, all and sundry found something to favour their particular interest. There were psychics (about 30 in all) giving readings; an iridologist taking photos of irises to be diagnosed at some later time; massage therapists; food; love, in fact all good things. I was one of four speakers who gave their energies to talk about their particular areas of life. I was so pleased to represent spirit in this way.

Representing something that many cannot see or hear is indeed a daunting task. One is dealing with one’s own doubts. It is like being different in a sexual sense. We are what we are. We cannot be any other way. We must remain true to ourselves; for this is all we have. And this brings me to a point that I would like to make.

I have had many chapters in my life to date. When I was attending the Uniting Church, which I did for some 6 months during 1984, I identified with those who were attending (to a point). When I was in India attending Sai Baba’s ashram in 1995, I identified with those devotees attending (to a point). When I attended circles I identified with those attending (to a point). And this is the point. We shall never agree totally with the view point of others; there must always be slight differences of opinion, even within the same philosophy. This is, as I understand, the way that it is meant to be. In other words; there are about as many opinions as there are people in the world; the best that we can hope for is a fine line of identification which leads to a greater degree of fellowship.

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Day 5 – A Journey of My Spiritual Experiences   (Listen while you read)

'Tyr' by lorenz Frolich 1895 - Norse God of single combat, victory and glory known for his courage. Tyr stands out in legend as having sacrificed his hand to the wolf Fenrir .

He arrived in the name of Michael (or, Soul Friend). It was a little difficult allowing this energy to channel through me, as it were. Channelling Uncle Arthur and Sister Henrietta had been relatively easy; they were neither masculine nor feminine in feeling; however, Soul Friend’s energy was definitely masculine. His personality made me blush. I felt as though he took over my whole body. Uncle and Sister had felt as though they occupied my mind only; Soul Friend’s energy totally engaged all of my body. The result was a little disconcerting to be sure. He felt more like a lover than a friend.

Over time I got used to this all pervading energy. I learned to adore this man who brought such joy into my life. He presented as a man who performed on stage in William Shakespeare’s era. He wore very fancy clothes of vibrant colours and would sweep his feathered hat from his head down to the floor in a gesture bestowed upon a lady. He made me feel so beautiful. He uplifted my spirits as nobody had ever done. I felt so honoured to have his energy within me whenever he visited. And visit he did, quite often.

It wasn’t long before I longed for him to join me at circles or counselling sessions. I recall one session with a very lovely young woman who has since become a very valued artist in New York. The love that was engendered between the three of us was so very special. He told her that she would become a very famous artist commanding great adoration. This was always the case with Soul Friend; he wooed people with his gallantry and over riding love. He couldn’t be resisted.

I met Graham at a circle held by some people I’d met at a Church gathering. Spirit had told me that my next husband was on the horizon. I didn’t want a ‘next husband’. However, that night there he was. He was a very tall fellow with grey hair; he didn’t appeal to me at all. I didn’t appeal to him either; it was no secret that Graham preferred the younger women. However, as spirit had said, he would be my next husband and next husband he would eventually become.

We were really more like brother and sister (as a friend pointed out). We had a lot in common. He was a medium and a clairvoyant. We enjoyed all aspects of spiritual healing; he had great hands. People would love to have him place his hands upon them; the energy that could be felt was almost overwhelming. He could bring enormous heat or cold to the body, which soothed whatever problem presented.

My daughter had met her husband ‘to be’ and had moved in with him leaving me alone in our little unit. Graham then became a regular visitor and, before long, I too moved out of the unit and in with him. I didn’t want to leave my little unit. My daughter and I had been so very happy there; it was hard to leave all of those memories behind. However, life goes on, and we must travel with it.

Like my first husband, Graham was also a wanderer. We moved to a little country town where we became the leaders of the local Spiritualist Church. We had been attending for a few months when the leaders of the Church informed us that they were about to retire. They offered us the leadership and we agreed.

Soul Friend highlighted this time in my life. Graham and I were called upon to be the medium of the day at certain Spiritualist Churches and he, Soul Friend, presented through me with such great aplomb. How I loved this relationship; he was the lover I’d always longed for; the gallant champion of a man that I’d dreamed about; a whimsical, fascinating lover of life that I’d imagined as being my real flesh and blood companion. He spoke with such great love for those to whom he offered his words.

During 1995 he wrote a little book through me about the brain of man; it was titled ‘Know Thyself’. I had a small publishing done and still today have a number of copies. However, this was just the beginning. This little book opened my eyes to the vagrancies of the human mind; a long story to be told another day.

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