Terri is foremost a Medium but is also blessed with amazing psychic abilities. Her passion is helping those who have suffered bereavement and, with her spiritual guides and unique and compassionate technique, she can ease the pain, linking you with spirit on the other side. By absorbing the character of the spirit, as he or she was on the earth plain, she can pass on and share in the memories and emotions being borne both by the recipient and spirit.
Her approach to mediumship brings out more than facts, be they past, present or future; it also releases the emotions to the point that you can feel the presence of the spirit personality in the room.
A reading with Terri will highlight other aspects of your life, including: Relationships, Finances, Romance, Health, Career, Family and (if required) your own Spiritual Development and Evolvement.
Terri will give you upliftment and direction in your life at a time when you are feeling low or you need answers to enable you to move forward on your journey of life.
Readings generally take place at Terri’s sanctuary on the edge of the beautiful New Forest in Hampshire, although she does give readings at other locations by special arrangement. They last approximately 60 minutes and to book a personal one-to-one appointment with Terri you can email her at:
firstname.lastname@example.org or telephone 023 8081 1474 (leave a message and she will get back to you).
Terri loves to have questions and will answer as many as she can through her website www.terristromeyer.com which will be up and running in August 2011. She will take a selection of general questions or interesting subject matter and answer them personally on her ‘Terri’s Question time’ web page. Please do not ask for a personal message as Terri will not answer personal messages here.
Monday, 18 July 2011
Wednesday, 15 June 2011
Having returned home from my fateful, but I have to say, most enjoyable skiing holiday, my prime concern was to get the operation for my knee reconstruction out of the way. The operation was scheduled for Tuesday 3rd of May which just happened to be my dog’s 5th birthday.
Looking forward to the two Bank holidays and especially the Royal wedding was something that kept me going; something positive to celebrate with close friends; a nation rejoicing in the union of love and sanctity of marriage. Whilst I was not feeling my best, I agreed to organise a luncheon party to celebrate the day in style. I was looking forward to the planning and build-up of the event as it was going to be a day in history which I wanted to remember, with Great Britain at its best, carrying out the pomp and ceremony like no other country can achieve. However, I didn’t realise what lay ahead and how my world was about to be shattered and my heart broken.
On Saturday 23rd April, the day after Good Friday, I had an unexpected and unsettling spiritual experience that shocked me. I was so taken by surprise that I didn’t question or try to decipher what the spirit world was trying to convey to me. Barry, my partner, and I went to bed as normal that evening but Barry was having trouble sleeping. He was going through a stage of suffering from insomnia. When he did eventually fall asleep, he snored! It was so loud that if snoring was an Olympic sport he would have been in line for the gold medal! I couldn’t bear it any longer and so I crept off to the spare bedroom in hasty retreat. I didn’t fall asleep there either; the room had a presence. I knew I wasn’t alone. All of a sudden spirit totally overshadowed me and I felt as if my stomach was being pulled, from behind, into and through the bed towards the floor, not gently but in a violent fashion. It startled me so much that I jumped out of bed and ran like hell back into bed with Barry. I looked at the clock and the time was 3.15 am. I didn’t appreciate what was trying to be conveyed to me at the time; I just wished that I’d paid more attention, relaxed and let spirit explain the relevance. However, my fear got the better of me and I ran away from an important lesson.
Zimba, my beautiful Rhodesian ridgeback, had been extremely lethargic for a few weeks and totally off his food. As a result, he was also losing weight. At the time the loss of weight did not concern me because we had put him on a diet. However, on the on the bank holiday Monday, 25th April, he became very shaky on his back legs so I decided to get him checked out.
The vet on call that day assessed Zimba and diagnosed a tumour in his spleen. He did some further investigative tests and decided to operate. On opening him up the vet established that the tumour was cancerous and had spread throughout the stomach and into the main organs. He described Zimba’s inside as like “blackcurrant jam”. There was no alternative but to put Zimba down. Only then did I realise the relevance of my experience, they were showing me the exact spot of Zimba’s cancer.
As you can imagine, I was absolutely devastated. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Zimba was just 5 years old and this just should not be happening. Barry was at a business meeting and I’d popped around for a cup of tea with my neighbour who is also a very good friend. I couldn’t bear being on my own whilst Zimba was going into surgery the vet insisted that I kept my mobile phone on so he could contact me for consultation. When the call came I had to restrain myself but I found it impossible. I called Barry to inform him of the bad news; everything just seemed to go into a big blur. I was on auto pilot and nothing seemed real anymore. I couldn’t bear the thought of going back to an empty home without my precious boy.
I somehow mustered courage to go back and face the reality of what had just happened. I felt considerably more anguish over the death of Zimba than I did over the loss of my mother. I suppose because it was so unexpected, such a shock, a bolt out of the blue. My dear mother had had a stroke and had been in a home for 3 years before her passing, so I’d prepared myself for her inevitable death. Sudden death was life’s next lesson that I was now experiencing, a very painful one that turns your world upside down. One minute life is normal the next too painful to carry on.
When Barry came home from his business meeting we just embraced trying to console each other. He must have found it so hard continuing his meeting holding back his feelings. The next hardest thing we had to face was to go back to the vet to pick up Zimba. I couldn’t stop crying. Barry had to be the strong one. He had to stop the car on the way home as I was hyper ventilating and wanted to be sick. I felt totally numb as we continued our short journey home.
We had to establish a suitable spot for his final resting place and I watched Barry dig a grave in a spot where Zimba used to sit. I just sat in the car with Zimba, stoking him and telling him how much we both loved him and how we would miss him but, at the same time, telling him off for deserting us, and leaving us both desolate. We wanted to give Zimba a wonderful resting place where we could go and talk to him and feel close to him. A couple of weeks later Barry bought a beautiful flowering tree and planted it nearby in memory of Zimba. I know it will grow with beauty and stature just like him.
I often used to say to Zimba “you’re my precious gift from GOD”, my heart was always full of emotion when I said those words. I didn’t realise that loving anything could ever be this painful. My heart felt like it was bleeding, ripped apart and would never heal or feel the same again. Even being a medium didn’t help knowing that he was in the spirit world, free from suffering and pain didn’t make my suffering any easier.The only comforting thought was when it’s finally my turn to “go home” to Spirit; I’d be reunited with Zimba. I trust that he’ll be the one who comes and gets me as he’ll know the way home.
I was now left to pick up the pieces and make sense of the whole episode. Grief consumes you; it takes over your mind; it feels like a disease. You spend all your time in your thoughts, reflecting, blaming, feelings of anger and sheer loneliness. You don’t want to talk to anyone just be on your own and cry in self-pity. Your past memories of joy bring a level of comfort; they’re so powerful but it’s the negative thoughts that haunt and bring you the most pain; they’re the hardest to control, nipping them in the bud before they destroy you.
I couldn’t believe my thought process; one minute I seemed normal and the next I had nothing but irrational thoughts. I wanted to see my Zimba again for one more time. I wanted to cuddle him and kiss and stroke his silky fur. I had a sudden urge to dig him up from his grave to see him just once more. I then had visions of what his physical body would look like – rotting carrion on which crows would feast. The very thought made me sick. I had uncontrollable feelings of pain which I couldn’t share with or talk to anyone about. My guide, Simeon, drew very close and explained. Grief is a natural response to loss. These were all normal feelingsof bereavement and accepting them as part of the grieving process and allowing yourself to feel what you feel is necessary for healing to take place.
I had taken Zimba to see the vet on a number of occasions with the last two consultations being in January of this year. On each of those occasions I had said to the vet that there was something ‘radically’ wrong with him but the vet brushed my concerns to one side. I didn’t realise the relevance and power of my words at that time, but he never took me seriously or tried to pacify me by taking blood tests or X-rays. Zimba had constant leg trembling, lethargy and weight gain which I was concerned about. The vet just kept on insisting that he needed to lose weight and even though I confirmed that he was on a strict diet he did nothing to establish the route cause of why he was not losing any weight. In fact, between the two consultations in January, Zimba actually put weight on. The vet’s only reaction was to look at me with contempt. I believe if the vet had investigated the root cause of his condition at that time by taking blood tests and X-rays his life might have been saved.
Regretfully, animals can’t tell you what is wrong with them, it is for us (me as an owner and, more importantly, the vet) to diagnose and investigate. As a loving owner I had a sense that something was wrong with Zimba and I expected the vet to take up my concerns and use his professional skills to make the necessary diagnosis.
Not only was I left devastated and empty with a feeling of guilt that I could have done more to insist that the vet should have done what was necessary, but I then received a £700 bill, without even the decency of a covering letter! I wrote to the vet and asked him to reflect on my distress and concerns and, when pet owners bring in their cherished animals to see him, do take the time to listen to them and take them seriously. It will not only create a good reflection on him but also just might save or extend the lives of animals.
Crying a whole ocean of tears did not ease my pain and I felt very let down by my spirit friends for not telling me or giving me any indication of Zimba’s illness until it was too late. Zimba was my ‘little shadow’ and, for much of the time, we we’re inseparable. Perhaps I loved him too much but was my canine soul mate.
My lesson from the spirit world is that I’ve now experienced sudden death and the pain and suffering that goes with it. I just hope that I can use this most painful of lessons to help those who have suffered in the same way.
I have never had children of my own and I suppose I treated Zimba as being of my own flesh and blood. Because of that I can liken my loss to that of someone losing a child and, as a Medium, the whole experience has been an invaluable lesson.
What can be difficult when grieving for your pet is the reaction from those people who have never had pets of their own and who can’t relate to the raw emotion that you are experiencing. People often feel uncomfortable; most want to genuinely help but simply don’t know how. The words they choose are often clumsy or too harsh or just down right insensitive. They are probably saying to themselves, “it’s just a dog”. They can make you feel quite uncomfortable by their lack of understanding and well meaning comments. It’s beyond their comprehension what you are going through. They think it’s just a question of “pulling yourself together as it’s just a dog or cat that you have lost, not a human being!! However, losing a pet to many people is much like losing a member of their family or a close friend. For me, Zimba was like a child, the child I never had. The thought that I was never going to see him again in the physical sense was unbearable; spiritual contact would not be enough.
The pain never goes away; you just learn to live with it. It’s like an emotional roller coaster; just when you think you’re making good progress something triggers and brings it all back to the surface. They say time is a great healer. I know Zimba’s spirit is very much alive. He’s going through a transition himself, having to adjust to his new surroundings which may take a bit of time but I know he’ll be back as soon as he’s able to make his presence known.
Zimba was a wise old soul; I know that we’d been together in a past life and that’s why it’s difficult to come to terms with his passing; losing a true dear friend; one that I know where we’ve got a history together. I’d often look into his eyes and see that ‘knowing’. The eyes are a window to the soul and our bond was a kindred spirit.
I often feel his presence in the garden, so I know he is trying to make contact. I send him my love and will keep sending him thoughts of encouragement and prayers to help him on his journey to continue his soul’s growth. He’s done and finished his work on earth, at least for the foreseeable future. I now look forward to receiving his help from the other side of life.
Dreams are so powerful but at times they are more than just a dream they’re a reality; a way of communicating and conveying their message to us from the spirit world. When we’re so full of grief we often create a sort of barrier that the spirit world finds difficult to penetrate; to bring the comfort that we desire and demand. We’re also in such a fragile state, being down or depressed that there’s just not the energy to make a full manifestation. The dream state is therefore a vehicle that can serve a route where we can’t interfere by being in a state of total relaxation and our hearts at a level of peace.
Zimba came in a dream on Thursday 5th may. The dream was so clear. I was conscious that Zimba was dead and became aware that his spirit wanted to embrace mine again with a brief cuddle. When we embraced it seemed so real and the emotions of being together again were amazing. As you can imagine, I didn’t want the experience to end but when it did I awoke with a start. The time was 3.15 am! The power and residue of that embrace remained with me and I felt comforted and distraught all at the same time. The experience stayed with me the whole of the next day with such intensity that I couldn’t even talk about it. I knew it was the first real contact we’d had together and I just wanted the next time to happen quickly. In fact, I couldn’t wait for the day to end so I could get to sleep and have another dream experience.
You may wonder why I make reference to the exact time of the dream experience being 3.15 am. Every ‘physical’ spiritual experience that I’ve ever had seems to be at 3.15 am. It must be the witching hour for me!!!!
My best advice to anyone who is seeking a vet with whom they can register their treasured pet, is to check with the vet medical board to see if there are any complaints lodged against the vet. I know there are good vets out there who do a brilliant job; regrettably, I feel that mine let me down.
I’m not ashamed to say that I’ve shed rivers of tears, as indeed Jesus did when his friend, Lazarus, died. I find immense comfort from the 4th spiritualist principle: “The continuous existence of the Human Soul”. Spirit is part of the “Creative Force” and thus indestructible. After death the physical body is left behind whilst the soul continues to exist in a different dimension that we call the spirit world.
Pets are precious gifts from God, but we don't get to keep them nearly long enough!
Tuesday, 14 June 2011
In March I went skiing for the very first time! My partner, Barry, who is a good skier, has been saying to me for years that I should try it but it never appealed to me because I feel the cold so easily. However, Barry ganged up with our very good friends and neighbours, Heather & Peter, and convinced me that it wouldn’t be cold and it would be great fun.
Heather & Peter adore France and have a house in the Burgundy region. They talk so passionately about the country and especially about the food and wine. They are also both keen skiers and go every year as regular as clock work to Val Thorens, staying at the same hotel and even the same room! They were always singing the praises of the hotel saying the management and owner of the hotel were extremely friendly and the food was spectacular. It was like “home from home” with the added benefit of being to ski in and ski from the hotel. It sounded so inviting that I just had to give it a go!
In the weeks running up of the holiday I was determined to get fit. I had convinced myself that I was going to be able to ski well by the end of the week. Friends had told me that skiing was extremely hard on the legs but, being a competitive person, I was not going to be defeated by the ski slopes. But whilst my aim was to be in peak condition my main concern wasn’t for me but for Barry He was overweight with a bad back and painful shoulder; he wasn’t fit at all! I was worried that, even though he could ski, he hadn’t done so for many years and I didn’t feel he was up to it. The last thing we needed was for him to have an accident and be incapacitated.
We decided to drive to our destination breaking the journey by stopping and spending a night at a beautiful hotel called Le Cep. It’s in Beaune in the heart of the Burgundy wine region. The food and wine was exceptional. Burgundy is my favourite wine of all and this overnight stop was the perfect start to the holiday.
We set off fairly early the next day heading for the Alps. Val Thorens is the highest ski resort in France and the journey seemed endless. It is so high that the village is above the tree line. That seemed to me to be an advantage….. no trees on the slopes meant less obstacles for me to negotiate around!
When we finally reached the village I was taken back by the sheer beauty of the snow and, to my delight, it wasn’t even cold. I couldn’t wait to try my hand at skiing.
I was advised to go into ski school for the first few days until I’d learnt the basics and then advance to a personal ski instructor. I was doing so well and I didn’t fall over for the first couple of days but, OMG didn’t my legs hurt! I found muscles that I didn’t know I had. It also took me a couple of days to acclimatize to the altitude but I loved my first experience at skiing. I couldn’t wait to get a little higher on the slopes and become more competent so that I could meet up with the rest of the gang for lunch at one of the restaurants in the mountains. My goal was that by the Saturday, our last day of skiing, I would have progressed enough to ski with Barry and our friends. We agreed we would spend the morning skiing and then have a well deserved lunch at one of their favourite haunts.
Whilst we were having dinner on the Thursday night the owner of the hotel came over to our table to talk and ask how we were enjoying our holiday; he looked straight at me and said he understood that I’d had a bad skiing accident and I’d hurt my leg. I looked at him horrified and said you’ve got the wrong person but he again insisted that it was me. “No” I said again emphatically, he looked puzzled and, at the same time, pleased that I had not hurt myself and then went on his way. I didn’t realise at the time a warning was been given to me but it was to subtle; the penny didn’t drop, especially after we’d had a couple of bottles of wine and I didn’t give it another thought. Over that night we had a good dump of snow; everyone was excited and couldn’t wait to get out onto the slopes the next morning.
I had a long relaxing breakfast as my lesson wasn’t until 1pm. But just as I was leaving our hotel room to get my skis Simeon, my spiritual guide told me to take my mobile with me which was something I didn’t normally do for fear of breaking it if I fell. However, I did what he said and didn’t question as time wasn’t on my side.
My ski Instructor seemed very impressed with my progress and perhaps thought I was better than I actually was. After trying a few of the lower slopes he suggested we went higher. Even though I felt a bit nervous going higher than I had gone before I was encouraged to think that my instructor felt I was capable. When I got off of the chair lift and saw the steep drop my heart nearly stopped, sheer panic came over me, I instantly knew I was way out of my depth. The ski instructor calmed me down and said that I had to trust him, that we were going to do it slowly and that we were not skiing straight down, but we were going to practise my turns going from side to side down the mountain, which would be less daunting and dangerous for me as a novice. I took him at his word and just wanted the whole experience of that day to be over, I now hated every move that I made. I felt very much out of control. All of a sudden I hit a big mound of snow; my skis ploughed into the middle; my body moved right and my left leg went left. I heard and felt a pop and knew instantly that I had done some serious damage. The pain was immense and I couldn’t stand up. “Had I broken my leg”, I thought. My knee kept moving and felt out of joint. It gave me no support and couldn’t stand or walk. Skiing down the slope now was out of the question. My instructor and I both sat on the mountain waiting for the recovery sledge, “the meat wagon”, to pick me up and take me off the mountain to the local hospital. I just sat and prayed that I’d be alright. At that moment I realised why Simeon had told me to take my phone with me. I telephoned Barry and told him my plight but not for him to worry and to carry on skiing and to meet me at the hospital later. Being strapped up on the sledge going down the slopes was the most frightening experience that I’d ever had. It was so bumpy and uncomfortable; I cried the whole way down but, thankfully, nobody could see me. The journey seemed endless, I became worried and started to think the worst, I’ve got such a good imagination; it runs riot. All of a sudden I felt comforted and a warm feeling of spirit came all over me. My mum made her presence known which made me feel even more emotional. “God” I thought, “has she come to get me”? “Am I that bad”? She laughed at my silly thoughts and said, “You’ll be fine; you haven’t broken any bones”. When you’re not feeling well the only person in the world you want is your mum. She came in my hour of need, to the rescue, as she always did. She stayed with me all the way whilst I was on my own going down the mountain it felt so special having my mother again with me. I just wanted to tell everyone, but I thought they might think I was a little mad, so I decided against it, especially as I didn’t want them to think that I’d got serious head injuries!!!!
I couldn’t believe how mercenary the hospitals in the mountains can be. All they are interested in is how they are going to get paid. The patient’s wellbeing comes second priority to them. They wouldn’t even take a credit card; it had to be cash. They were literally wheeling patients to cash machines to make sure they got paid. It made me realise just how lucky we are in England for the NHS and how we should appreciate it more and not take it for granted. When I returned home I read through my hospital notes, only to find that they had given me notes that related to someone else! It demonstrated that the hospital was not only expensive but also incompetent!
Shortly afterwards I went to see a surgeon who sent me for an MRI scan so that the exact diagnosis could be made. The scanning process was somewhat long-winded and my mind started to wander. Somewhat morbidly I started to think about people’s experiences when they’ve clinically died on the operating table but were then brought back to life. There have been a number of clinical trials carried out in Southampton where they placed shapes, colours and numbers in the operating theatre to see whether they could be seen during a near death or out-of-body experience. Many patients reported back positively what they had seen during their near death experiences. Here was my opportunity to experiment and have an out-of-body experience often know as “astral travelling”. This simply means the soul, or etheric body withdraws from the physical body. Some mediums can do this at will but, although I had always been fascinated, I’d never tried it. I laid still, gently breathing and fixing my concentration to one spot on the ceiling. Projecting my etheric spiritual body out into the scanning room to see what I could pick up looking down from a different perspective. A few minutes into my deep concentration the radiographer spoke over the loud speaker to say that “we’ve got movement on the scan we’ll have to do it again”. Her voice shocked me, I felt a sudden jolt I’d obviously had a result but she’d interrupted my experiment. The scan had detected my etheric body slowly moving. “How exciting is that”? I thought!!!!
I was later informed by my surgeon Professor David Barrett that I required reconstructive surgery. The operation involves replacing the torn anterior cruciate ligament of the knee with a graft. The graft would be taken from my hamstring. I was asked if I’d prefer the graft from a donor rather than going through the additional pain of using my own. My immediate response was to say “NO”, being a sensitive I could end up having all sorts of emotional feelings and flash backs from the donor which I didn’t want. So I opted for my hamstring to be grafted, irrespective of the pain that I had to go through, I’d heard and been aware of lots of incidents where people had taken donor organs and they had overwhelming feelings from the donor. The utter thought of that sent shivers down my spine. I was fortunate that I wasn’t in a life or death situation where that would have been my only choice.
The operation was scheduled for Tuesday 3rd of May which happened to fall on the same day as my beloved dog Zimba’s 5th birthday. Sadly he is now with spirit. That date seemed so long away and wouldn’t give me enough recovery time in order for me to fulfil an evening of clairvoyance for charity on 6th May. I asked the consultant’s secretary if there was any chance of bringing the operation forward but, regrettably, he was fully booked. However, she did put me on the stand-by list in case of a cancellation. I prayed and told spirit that I needed to go in for the op much sooner than had been scheduled. I put my faith in God and spirit and I knew they’d come up with an alternative date, so I didn’t cancel my appearance on stage for my evening of clairvoyance. I just kept seeing myself having the operation much earlier and doing the demonstration. Just as I was losing hope and thinking that I needed to let the organisers know that I wouldn’t be available, my mobile rang and it was the consultant’s secretary advising me that they’d had a cancellation for Tuesday 24th April and was that convenient for me. Her timing was perfect and stopped me in my tracks from cancelling my demonstration. Spirit never fails. I felt bad for my moment of hesitation and doubt but as normal they came up trumps.
Whilst in hospital I had the sense that some of the nurses were wary of me, and others were just acted professionally, as you would expect. I realised that they had found out my profession and some were waiting for me to perform with some kind of message. There was also a tension amongst the staff. One particular nurse came into check my blood pressure and asked if I wanted more pain relief, she told me that she’d seen on my notes that I was a medium and did I mind talking to her. I could tell that the tension on the ward was aimed towards this nurse. Her grandmother came in very close and told her that even though she was disappointed in not getting the job as a matron she was about to be moved to a different department where she would fit in and the work would be more inline with her skills. I could tell her strengths were in trauma; she would be at her best in times of crisis keeping her head when others would panic. She was going onto better things but couldn’t see that at this moment. She enjoyed research and had excellent knowledge of drugs which would be put to good use in this move. I told her to trust in fate and know that her grandmother was looking after her. She would have the job she dreamt of but it wasn’t on this ward. She was needed elsewhere and her pathway to service was helping those in critical condition. I told her that spirit often guided her through her thoughts when she had to make life saving decisions along with the team of nurses she worked with.
I’m sure that the surgeons and nurses are not aware that they have a band of spirit working closely to them helping, guiding and assisting them to help those in need; leading them to discover new breakthroughs in surgery and life saving drugs. Where does that flash of inspiration come from? I know man has a little help from those above!
The healing process has seemed to take for ever and this is made worse by the fact that I’m impatient, added to which its terribly painful walking up the stairs. In fact, the pain is excruciating and I walk up the stairs as if I’m 90! The pain seems to be coming from one particular spot where the incision was made and I made the assumption that maybe a screw had become loose. The physio assured me that I was making good progress and that the pain would reduce as the knee healed. When I returned home Barry asked how I got on and I said “I haven’t got a screw loose”! To which we both roared with laughter and he then replied, “I’m so glad I’m not sleeping with a nutter”!!!!!!
I must allow time for the healing process to take its course. Spirit has told me to slow down and take time out and I was being made to rest, whether I liked it or not. Who am I to argue with the spirit world?
Monday, 13 June 2011
God & Spirit work in mysterious ways. On Tuesday 2 November 2010 I woke up at my normal time but feeling as if something awful was going to happen. I couldn't place psychically where the problem lay ahead but I just knew something was going to happen, especially with that “knowing gut feel” that often precedes an event. It’s horrible knowing something is going to happen but feeling helpless to stop it.
I tried to put a logical explanation to it, so I blamed my hormones as they were playing havoc with me, especially as I’d run out of certain herbs and vitamins that I take on a daily basis. But deep down I knew it was a “psychic knowing”.
My Friend Emily arrived, she was in quite an emotional state as her beloved cat Charlie had recently had a seizure and wasn’t very well. Charlie, who Emily often spoke fondly about over the years, was 17 and had shared Emily’s journey of life through home, husband, boyfriend, country and now Hampshire. Through thick and thin, he was undoubtedly her best friend.
After listening to Em’s (as I’d call her), dilemma of wanting only the best for her cat, she didn’t want to go through the trauma of having to make the decision to have him put to sleep. She hoped there may be an underlying problem causing the seizures which could be cured. She felt guilty being away from him, but she was only a phone call away should he deteriorate.
It’s always hard trying to say the right thing when you know the inevitable is just around the corner and this was just part of the dying process that Charlie was going through. All I could do was to be there for my friend in her time of need.
Animals bring so much joy and comfort into our lives but they’re only here for such a short time and the pain of losing such a special friend is beyond comprehension and often more than one can bear.
Emily isn’t a spiritualist and hasn’t experienced the gentle touch of spirit. She hears me babble on about life after death and hopefully she’s grasped the concept of “life is continuous” after physical death. When someone is going through such a painful experience the last thing they want is to be preached to. A careful sympathetic and empathetic handling was very much the order of the day. She’s a practical person but needed strength to get her through. It was difficult for her to come to terms with the situation and didn’t know what to do for the best.
As she was speaking I asked spirit to let me help her in a way which was appropriate for her pain. I just know that she needed Terri, her friend, not Terri, the Medium!!! Even though the two merge as natural channel for the Spirit.
The conversation then got on to me. Emily asked how I was feeling that day? I started to explain how I woke up and feeling agitated. Whilst we were talking her mobile rang, she instinctively knew it was bad news. The call she was dreading came, Charlie was deteriorating, his life was ebbing away. I told her to leave immediately and if she needed me she just had to call and I’d be there for her.
I had to pick up my partner’s mother, Doris, from the hospital as she’d had problems with her eye’s and needed further investigative tests. As I was travelling to the General Hospital in Southampton I had this overwhelming need to go to “The Range store” on the Winchester road, which wasn’t to far from the hospital. I dropped off Doris and found myself parked and in the store before I knew it. I hadn’t been in there long when my mobile rang and it was Emily, hysterical. Charlie was dying and she was on her way to the vets but she was caught up in traffic and felt helpless. I could hardly understand what she was saying as she was full of tears and extremely emotional. I wanted to be there for her as she was in such a state.
I could hardly understand what she was saying, but I just wanted to know where she was and where was the vet’s surgery. She replied I’m on the road near Wicks on the Winchester Road, I’m stuck in heavy traffic and not sure if I’ll reach the vets in time, she said. I tried to calm and reassure her that she would make her destination in time but I asked again “where exactly is the surgery”. She replied “next door to the Range, the entrance of the car park is next to the Range”. I ran out of the store whilst on the phone and there right in front of me, to my amazement, was the surgery, which I didn’t notice on my arrival. I calmly said I’m already here waiting for you, totally unaware and without realising it Spirit had guided me to be there on hand for a friend who was desperately in need of a friend. On her approach I guided her into the vacant parking space, she rushed out of the car with Charlie into the vets. The nurse took him immediately and started to give oxygen to help him breathe.
Em’s ex boyfriend, who also loved and adored Charlie, soon arrived. They both wanted to be there for him. I thought that I was now in the way and I could do no more but knew that Emily and Charlie were in good hands. Later that night I felt compelled to text Em and enquire how Charlie was doing, as I felt sure the passing was very close. She replied back immediately and said he’s just passed peacefully away at home. A perfect passing, as I knew she didn’t want the cat to be put to sleep at the vets. She wanted him to pass naturally at home with the two people that loved and cared for him.
I’m sure once Charlie has adjusted to his new surroundings in Spirit that he’ll be back as large as life to see his much loved friend. The love and bond that we have for our animal friends is eternal. I know God is taking good care of him until they meet again. He’s at peace with no more suffering.
The next day I felt the urge to buy Emily a pyracantha to plant in memory of Charlie. I thought it was perfect and would always mark the anniversary of his passing with the beautiful winter red berries and summer blossom of white delicate flowers. I walked into Morrison’s my local superstore and there right in front of me was just one beautiful pyracantha, which was obviously waiting for me! I couldn't’t wait to give it to Emily. I felt it would help to cheer her up as I knew she felt devastated and inconsolable. When she came over that day she just could not get over how I was at the vet’s before her “that was so weird” she kept saying. Then I gave her the present, she looked at me and said “here’s another coincidence, when I finished with my boyfriend I wanted to take a beautiful pyracantha which meant a lot to me, but my boyfriend wouldn’t allow me to take it. The reason it was so special was that Charlie always loved to sit next to it and I’ve got a beautiful photo of him lying by it, which is very precious to me. That’s also spooky you getting that, how did you know?” My reply was “God works in mysterious way”
On Monday 22 November at 8am, 3 weeks after Charlie’s passing he suddenly appeared and jumped on Emily’s bed where he would often lay, waiting to be fed, and purred contentedly but, as soon as she put her hand out to feel him he vanished. She was so pleased that he had come back to tell his “mummy” that he was alright. Even though she was disappointed that the moment was over in a flash it brought immense comfort for Emily to realise that life lives on after physical death for animals too. Isn’t it comforting to know that our loved ones are only ever a thought away!
Friday, 26 March 2010
An unknown author once wrote ...
There's a difference between interest and commitment. When you're interested in doing something, you do it only when circumstance permit. When you're committed to something, you accept no excuses, only results make you feel that you, too, can become great.
There's a difference between interest and commitment. When you're interested in doing something, you do it only when circumstance permit. When you're committed to something, you accept no excuses, only results make you feel that you, too, can become great.
Friday, 16 October 2009
As a Medium my calling in life is to bring through Spirit which has passed to the other side and to give comfort to those who have lost loved ones on this earth plain. When my mum died in January 2008 I fully expected her to come through to me shortly afterwards. However, the days, weeks and months went by and…..nothing! I began tormenting myself with such thoughts as ‘a Medium who I can’t even bring her own mother through’! The boot was suddenly on the other foot and I began to realise why people, who have lost loved ones, need the services and comfort given by a Medium.
During her lifetime my mother and I would often say that whichever of us passed over first would manifest herself to the other and, on the assumption it was likely to be my mother passing first, the experience would help me in my mediumship by proving survival after death of the physical body. The lack of contact was therefore even more frustrating.
It was a beautiful sunny day on Thursday 26th June 2008 and exactly 5 months 3 weeks and 2 days since my mum had passed to the world of Spirit. On that day I was feeling particularly low, missing her dreadfully. I felt as if I had been hit by a huge wave. Bereavement turns our world upside down; the pain never really goes away and we just have to learn to live with it. She would often say “you should spend more time with me because you’ll miss me when I’m gone”. Howe true those words were.
I was walking my dog Zimba, a Rhodesian Ridgeback, through a friend’s woodland; it is such a beautiful place with a breathtaking bluebell wood and the River Blackwater passing through it on its way to Southampton Water. It is such a peaceful place and no-one else in sight. I feel so much closer to Spirit when I am there. Zimba was splashing about in the river as I stood in the shallows by the bank and suddenly my thoughts of my mother turned to anger at her lack of response to my continual prayers for her to make contact with me. My anger turned to uncontrollable tears and I just wanted her to appear and console me. In desperation, I looked up to the heavens and screamed as loud as I could, “why don’t you come and see your daughter? Why have you abandoned me? You promised you would come back and see me. Don’t you love me anymore, out of sight out of mind, I suppose”? If anybody had seen my outburst they would have thought I’d gone mad. Thankfully, dogs can’t talk but even Zimba looked at me rather strangely!
I walked back to the car and went home and whilst nothing happened that day I did feel a lot better by just getting my feelings off my chest. I forgot all about moment and didn’t even mention it to my partner, Barry.
Over the previous few weeks we’d been hearing some very strange noises in the house at night. Our house is about 200 years old and whilst you expect to hear a few creaks these noises were more like thuds and bangs as if someone was trying to break in. Interestingly, the noises always occurred at the same time, 3.15am. That night we went to bed quite early; I was feeling quite emotionally drained and Barry had had a busy day. At precisely 3.15am I was suddenly woken by the voice of my mum saying “OHHHH”. Prior to her death she had suffered a severe stroke and “OHHHH” was one of the very few words that she could utter. Barry was fast asleep but the noise came directly from him, from the pit of his stomach. He made the noise again but this time much louder and, as he did so, my mother overshadowed him. It was clearly her voice but coming through Barry. I sat bolt upright and my heart was pounding, and yet Barry was totally oblivious to it all!
As I looked to the left of Barry, my mum was standing by his side fully materialised and alongside her was my cousin Peter, who had died some years earlier. Mum looked radiant and at peace with a serene smile on her face. She just stood there in a wonderful glow looking at me; no words were exchanged but the room filled with an amazing sense of peace. Even being a Medium and used to seeing Spirit I found the experience quite frightening and yet amazing at the same time!
I nudged Barry, which is something I shouldn’t have done but I did instinctively. I wanted him to enjoy the experience but, of course, as soon as I woke him mum and Peter disappeared. However, my mind was suddenly filled with the words, “ask and you shall receive”.
I just wanted the experience to go on and on but my hasty actions curtailed the manifestation. I then questioned my fear and it made me feel somewhat stupid. After all, it was my mother for goodness sake. However, it was worth the wait and she came to me when I was in most need. In my heart I knew she hadn’t forgotten me and she just need time to adjust to her new surroundings. I now know that she will come back on other occasions, again when I need her and when she can help me.
It’s funny, but after that night we never heard the strange noises again. I believe Spirit was building up the energies to make her manifestation possible. They knew in advance and were ready for when I was most in need.
The next day I was jubilant, on cloud nine and couldn’t wait to tell all my friends of my mum’s visit. I was left feeling extremely privileged at my experience. Many people never see or witness such materialisation and I felt truly honoured. I could now talk with such conviction and passion about my own experience and share it with others.
Such experiences are truly wonderful and whilst they don’t make the pain of missing loved ones disappear they do help and, as a Medium, I hope that I can use my experience to help others.
Tuesday, 6 October 2009
"When you work only for yourself, or for your own personal gain, your mind will seldom rise above the limitations of an undeveloped personal life. But when you are inspired by some great purpose, some extraordinary project, all your thoughts break your bonds: your mind transcends limitations, your consciousness expands in every direction, and find yourself in a new, great and wonderful world. Dormant forces, faculties and talents become alive, and you discover yourself to be a greater person by far than you ever dreamed yourself to be."
Patanjali, founder of Yoga sutras, 2nd century b.c.
Patanjali, founder of Yoga sutras, 2nd century b.c.