My Life As a Medium. Betty Shine

      

      My Life As a Medium

      Betty Shine

      

      I dedicate this book to spiritual mediums around the world. Long may they continue to spread the word and demonstrate their very special talent.

      I am the daughter of Earth and Water,

      And the nursling of the Sky;

      I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores;

      I change, but I cannot die,

      For after the rain when with never a stain

      The pavilion of Heaven is bare,

      And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams

      Build up the blue dome of air,

      I silently laugh at my own cenotaph,

      And out of the caverns of rain,

      Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb

      I arise and unbuild it again.

      PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY 1792-1822

      Table of Contents

       Cover Page

       Title Page

       Epigraph

Author’s Note

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

       CHAPTER FOUR

       CHAPTER FIVE

       CHAPTER SIX

       CHAPTER SEVEN

       CHAPTER EIGHT

       CHAPTER NINE

       CHAPTER TEN

       CHAPTER ELEVEN

       CHAPTER TWELVE

       CHAPTER THIRTEEN

       CHAPTER FOURTEEN

       CHAPTER FIFTEEN

       CHAPTER SIXTEEN

       CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

       CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

       CHAPTER NINETEEN

       CHAPTER TWENTY

       CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

       CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

       CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

       Praise

       By the same author

       Copyright

       About the Publisher

       Author’s Note

       Names have been changed to protect the privacy of the people who have allowed me to tell their stories.

       CHAPTER ONE

      Valerie sat in the chair opposite me in my healing room, and sobbed. I had known this would happen when the communication with her father came to an end.

      She had been receiving healing from me, and as she was preparing to leave I had seen a man standing in a corner of the room. He told me that he was Valerie’s father. When I asked her to sit down and explained to her what was happening, she was shocked, as she had no idea at the time that I was also a medium. Apparently, the idea of survival after death had never interested her; she had been too brutalized by this life to care about the next.

      ‘Would you like to hear what your father has to say?’ I asked gently.

      ‘Yes,’ she whispered.

      ‘First I will describe him to you,’ I said. ‘He is about five foot six inches tall, of stocky build, has black hair, bushy eyebrows, a fine nose and full lips. But his eyes are his main attraction – they are twinkling and full of humour.’

      Valerie nodded. Unable to speak, she had followed the direction of my gaze and was staring into the corner of the room.

      ‘He tells me that his name is Nathan. Is that correct?’ I enquired.

      ‘Yes,’ she replied. ‘That was his name.’

      ‘He is showing me a gold watch on a chain. It has a cover on the face with an intricate design and the initial ‘N’, and was passed on to him by his father. They both shared the same name. Is that correct?’

      ‘Yes.’ I could hardly hear her reply, and asked her to speak up. She shook herself as though relieving her body of a heavy burden.

      Nathan was speaking again. ‘Will you tell my daughter that I love her, and that I am pleased the rest of the family were able to escape. Death, when it came, was a merciful release, not just for me but for all of my friends who were incarcerated in that dreadful building. The shedding of the physical body was a revelation. Looking down, it seemed that a bundle of old rags was lying there, no use to anyone, whilst my real self soared into the sky. At first there was a brilliant light, then total darkness and finally a dark tunnel. Spinning through this tunnel I saw a pin-point of light, and then I suddenly shot out into Paradise. At least that was what I thought it was. My darling, you have so much to learn, and I have appeared today to tell you that you must believe in survival. Haven’t I proved it to you?