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For now we see through a glass darklyâŚbut then Face to Face
I sat at the top of the stairs, waiting for the mist to returnâŚ
I had been unable to sleep the previous night and I had decided to get up and make a cup of coffee. Itâs illogical that I often have a cup of coffee to get off to sleep; but there you are, it works for me. Itâs sometimes difficult in theatre âdigsâ, to roam around after âlights outâ, many landlords and landladies, get very insecure when their guests, especially rather strange ones, start wandering about in the small hours, but thatâs the way I am and after some 40yrs on tour with various productions - if I want to get up and wander - then I do.
I had ( as our American cousins would say) âgottenâ up, restless and nervous about the next days work and had decided to go to the kitchen and make a pot of coffee. When I reached the middle of the stairs, leading to the front-door (straight ahead) or to the kitchen (turn right), I noticed that the hallway and especially around the hallway light, was shrouded in mist. At first I blamed my spectacles; many spectacle wearers will empathise with me when I point out the curse of condensation - when I wiped the lenses however - the mist remained.
It was very beautiful (the mist); looking like the frozen haze above a late autumn field, it hung in the air and seemed to cover everything from the stair-rail to the front door and even to the pictures on the walls. I was fascinated but not afraid because the atmosphere was calm and loving.
I turned right toward the kitchen; the kitchen door was open, but a mist, like a gauze-screen, covered the whole of the door-frame. I walked carefully through it, noting that the temperature had seemed to drop.
When I returned from the kitchen with my coffee, the âectoplasmicâ mist was still there. I had the sensation of a âpresenceâ in the middle of the hallway - an âarea of powerâ, which I knew I should respectâŚ
The next day I mentioned this to the landlady. âYesâ she confirmed, there had been an old lady, who lived in the house, many years ago and she had died at the very spot I felt the âpowerâ. She had also experienced the âpresenceâ but not for a few years and I sensed that she did not want to dwell on the experience again.
Personally I have no fear of discarnate entities, in fact programmes on TV, such as âMost Hauntedâ actually anger me. I know it helps audience ratings, but after going to such lengths to locate a spirit or âhauntingâ, the sight and sound of the presenter screaming in shock (real-good for ratings) makes me wonder what the spirit must feel. To contact from another dimension is one thing, but to then have the people who are trying to contact, start to run around like silly children in theatrical shock, is I feel an insult to any âpassed overâ spirit who may have been trying to contact, or who may be in need of earthly help.
The next night, I determined to âmeetâ the spirit. Around 1am, when everyone else was in bed, I tiptoed along the corridor and sat a couple of stairs down - and waitedâŚ
Very soon the mist appeared, like fog descending, covering the whole of the hallway and hanging like suspended vapour. It was very beautiful and I felt a simple sensation of peace and calm. I walked down to the hallway and walked into the mistâŚ
I was wearing a short sleeved shirt and so I reached into the cold air and layered the âshroudâ onto me, bathing and rubbing my arms and hands. It was cold, but not uncomfortably so. I took handfuls of mist and smoothed them over my faceâŚthe feeling was again peaceful and also loving.
Donât be afraid if you experience this. Chris, my favourite clairvoyant from âMysteriesâ in Monmouth Street London, says: âIt isnât the discarnate spirits that we should be afraid of, itâs the spirits that still have bodies around them â theyâre much more dangerous.â
How wise he isâŚ..
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