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happening. Not only was the star moving in ever increasing circles, but it was also increasing in size. Then suddenly it was upon us, hovering over the villa. I saw blue porthole windows, shining with an eerie light, but what frightened me most was its size. It was huge. I felt menaced by this shining object – but then anything unusual dropping out of the sky would give one the same feeling! Anyway, I was not going to hang around, and neither was Janet. We both rushed indoors and locked the doors, leaving my poor husband outside to meet his fate! Then the humming sound stopped, and I gathered enough courage to open the door and look out. The strange object had gone. I asked Leslie what had happened, and he told me that it had disappeared as soon as I had gone indoors.

      When we discussed the experience later, it became clear to the three of us that we all had different perceptions of what we had seen. My description perhaps was far more detailed and of something much bigger than that of the others. Perhaps my mind went out to meet it, I will never know. For me the vision has never dimmed, for I have seen three UFOs since that first visit.

      My life was never the same after that. I experienced recurring choking sensations and my body seemed to have gone completely out of sync. My mother, who had been dead for several years, materialised in my bedroom, as did other entities who seemed to appear out of nowhere. I realise now, of course, that the power from the UFO had opened up my psyche, but at the time it was very unsettling.

      Following the UFO experience I also found that I could leave my body just by thinking about it. It was fantastic. Everyday I explored a different part of the coastline. I found that from a great height I could descend rapidly, like a bird, which meant that I could survey the houses and farmhouses in remote areas. I did not know at the time that this kind of phenomenon was called an Out-of-Body Experience. It is quite a different sensation to that of projecting the mind along a specific path. With OBEs, as they are called, there is a realisation that we have the ability to fly, not physically, but with the mind. Although at this stage in my life I had not even begun to think of the mind, as such, I just knew that there was something that could indeed leave the physical body and ‘fly’. I accepted this as if it were the most natural thing in life, perhaps because I had been so adept in my childhood.

      At this time in Spain, many of my friends left their villas unattended when they made their frequent return visits to England. As I was a permanent resident, they asked me to look after their properties for them, and I was happy to do this – until eventually the requests mounted so that it was impossible to keep an eye on them all at once. So I resorted to mind projection. By using this technique I was able to visit the villas every day, and made a rota for my less frequent physical visits. There were times when I wondered whether I was putting too much faith in this gift – until one day, whilst mentally visiting one of the villas, I saw two men looking at the outside and another trying to force the front door. I immediately raced down the rough path from my villa on my scooter and notified a friend, who called the Guardia Civil. They apprehended two of the men, and after that I never doubted my mind pictures.

      For the first time in my life, I had lots of time at my disposal so I looked at the building work that was being carried out in the surrounding hills. I was shocked not only by the way the villas were being built, but how the hills were being raped. Where there had once been beautiful foliage and wild flowers, there were now great gaping holes of red earth, piles of rubble, concrete blocks with which the villas were built, and old tractors and vehicles that could scarcely make their way up the hills. Using mind projection, I used to home in on the work that was being carried out, and was amazed to see workmen shoving tin cans into the gaps where they had misjudged the space between the concrete, and then pointing over it to make it look normal. Beer cans galore went into those buildings, plus any other rubbish that had been left behind, but when the workmen had finished, the villas looked beautiful. I wondered how many years the beer cans would last before everything collapsed. When I was building my own villa I made sure that I visited the site every day, and I don’t think any beer cans went into its construction. But who knows?

      This detective work led to my looking at the structure of buildings in general, and when I became a medium I was able to use this gift to help those who were thinking of buying a property. I remember having a drink with a friend who was also my bank manager. He asked me to survey a house he was going to buy. I believe he was testing me, as he had already had it surveyed in the proper manner. When I told him how many slates were missing on the roof, and of a possible problem with the damp-proof course on the corner of the house, he was amazed. His survey had not mentioned these things. But on checking he found that what I had said was correct. I was also able to take him from room to room and described the house internally. I don’t think he ever got over the shock. I admit that I do have an added advantage in being able to survey the properties from an aerial view!

      After the visit from the UFO it seemed that everything in my life had changed, and not for the better. Now, of course, I can see that it was part of a larger plan that I could not possibly have envisaged at that moment. If someone then had given me a clairvoyant vision of my future, I would have thought that they were stark staring mad.

      The time came, however, when I had to sell my villa and return to England. I had no idea what I would do, or where I was going to live. My singing career was over, and although I have many interests I did not want to follow them up professionally. I also have a low boredom threshold, so I knew that I would have to find something pretty exciting to do. I had no idea that someone in the spiritual dimension had already earmarked a career for me, a career that would keep me on my toes until the day I die. Neither did I realise that the word ‘boredom’ would never be part of my vocabulary again.

      There were several things I was going to miss: the time for mind travelling, the weather, the peace and isolation, the glorious views – and last but certainly not least my beloved pets. The kindest thing I could do was to have them put to sleep. They were so loved that they would never have survived quarantine, and the cruelty toward all animals in Spain made it impossible for me to hand them on to others. (This story is told in Mind to Mind.)

      I also worried about the beautiful stray dogs that roamed the area. Every night I put out several large trays of rice for them, mixed with other bits and pieces of nourishing food. I tried to make their life happy while it lasted. They were all eventually shot. This was understandable in some ways, as rabies was a very real fear in Europe in those days. But with modern methods of treating wild animals the future looks brighter and, hopefully, rabies will soon be a thing of the past.

      But my memories of Spain always retain that imprint of cruelty towards animals. I know that I could never live there again, unless the laws concerning animals were changed. There was a lot of pain in my heart when I left Spain for good.

      Little did I know that I had inadvertently taken a path from which there would be no return. It is obvious to me in retrospect that, having once opened the mind and spent time perfecting the art of mind travelling and OBEs, there could be no turning back. Fortunately, because my paternal grandmother had been a medium and the talent was obviously passed on, I have been able to spend the last twenty-five years perfecting the art. It has been a privilege that I have never abused.

       6 HOME AGAIN

      WHEN I RETURNED TO ENGLAND I found it hard to settle down at first, and the weather did not help one bit! I had forgotten the grey skies that hung suffocatingly overhead.

      I was also unnerved by the fact that the flat we rented for a short time was haunted.

      For those of you who have not read the accounts in my previous books, I will give a few details of the strange things that happened in this apartment: heavy, old-fashioned wardrobe doors were thrown across the room like matchwood; taps would be mysteriously turned off; blue lights appeared and danced around the bedroom; whispering voices could be heard at night; and articles of clothing disappeared all the time.

      I had never been involved in paranormal activities. In fact, other than my own experiences I had never given the occult world a single thought – my life had always seemed light years away from such things. Or so I thought. When we realised that these ‘happenings’