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I became of the Spirit within the Afterlife. There I found myself standing before Christ in a place that was not of this earth, the old earth, nor was it a place of the New Earth. I knew only that I was standing within the clouds in a place of reflection and knowledge.
In the distance, I saw the figure of a man walking towards me. As he came closer, I realised it was the Spirit of my late father John Gilmour, who had passed over in 1982.
It was the first time Jesus had taken my Spirit to meet with my dad’s Spirit. His appearance was the same as when he had passed over, aged fifty-two. A sudden surge of love filled my entire senses. I loved my dad dearly, and missed him greatly.
Now his presence before me overwhelmed me. I wanted to hug him, and ask him so many questions but I couldn’t as I was not allowed to speak. I knew only, I was there to listen.
Suddenly I heard my dad say the words,
“Learn to do as you are told Beverley.” Then he just stood there without saying another word.
I was confused. What did he mean, I had to learn to do as I was told? Why hadn’t he told me how happy he was to see me and how much he loved me? Why hadn’t he told me not to worry about him? Did he not know that I thought about him every day?
As I stood looking at him, I sensed he was staring straight at me, but at the same time I could see that our eye contact was not meeting. His gaze seemed to be focused to my left. I also noticed that he seemed to be en-framed in something apparently three-dimensional.
Jesus then returned my Spirit back into my physical body, and breathed life into me once again.
Text From The Book …
“I wrote earlier in the Who Am I? prophecies of Jesus, [1993-1996] that this particular Actual Death Experience reveals several Spiritual teachings. The first concerns what becomes of our Spirit if we abuse alcohol within our physical lives. In his physical life, my dad had been a heavy drinker. He would start drinking alcohol as soon as he woke up in the morning, and continue drinking throughout the day. He eventually died on October 9th 1982 from cirrhosis of the liver.
In this ADE, Jesus was teaching me the reality of the Who Am I? journey of my dad’s Spirit created by his alcohol abuse. The three-dimensional surrounding of his Spirit represented the familiar sense of the ‘physical displacement’ that usually occurs after an individual has had too much alcohol. When my dad was staring straight at me but our eye contact was not meeting, he was actually having double vision, and so he was staring at his illusion of me.
The second aspect to this ADE is in the words my dad spoke to me, ‘learn to do as you are told Beverley.’ I can remember that my initial thoughts after recovering from this particular ADE were of disappointment, which then provoked a sudden roller coaster ride of emotions. The sheer disappointment I felt was in my dad’s message. It was just so austere, not at all in character.
We had always been very close, and we had a very loving relationship. Even though he was constantly under the influence of alcohol, he was never an angry or violent man. He was always ready with a hug whenever I felt sad. On reflection, I can’t remember there ever being a time when my dad actually disciplined me. We just didn’t have that kind of relationship.
Indeed the Actual Death Experience with my dad’s Spirit had truly left me bewildered, and it wasn’t until six years later, when I encountered my dad’s Spirit for the second time within an ADE that my dad was able to explain that he had been within his own Who Am I? journey, in which Jesus had been teaching his Spirit the need and importance for a parent to discipline and have parental control over their children.
This second ADE with my dad’s Spirit was in 1992, and I was captivated by the difference in his appearance. He now looked much younger, healthier and stronger. His image reflected his physical life as he was within his thirties. He spoke about love, and he was wise beyond comprehension. He did not need to tell me he was happy, and at peace, his aura projected his love for me, and his feelings of contentment radiated all around him. He was now of his eternal life with Jesus upon the New Earth. His Spiritual body now bore the image of a period in which he had been the most happiest within his physical life.”
To learn more about my Actual Death Experiences – please see my book – ‘A Journey of Actual Death Experiences’ available now.
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As outlined in my ‘Note To Reader’ post I set a goal to share with you my readers the personal narrative that was the foundation of my published book – ‘A Journey Of Actual Death Experiences’. This is my first recount of my diary entries that I originally penned on; 13/04/2013 – so now four years later we will review and offer fresh perspective of my penned entry..
Originally Authored: 13/04/2013 [05:07 am] GMT
No-one would be able to tell the physical pain I am suffering 24/7. My head burns, and the burning sensation shifts, rolls down – sometimes one part remains burning while the shifting sensation flows over other parts of my head. I understand this is happening to me, and I have learnt how to avoid being detected. I simply focus hard on the person I am with and in doing such, I manage to conceal the suffering I am in.
However, this then creates other problems, as I am focusing so forcefully that I am not concentrating on the other persons conversation, and with the natural deafness, [caused in my childhood years] that I have – combined with the need to focus, I am hardly able to hear the conversation at all, and this on its own is so very, very frustrating; especially as my ability to hear changes from day to day.
Now considering this has been part of my life every single day of the week for the last 21 years, [since August 31st 1992]; my immediate family and friends just accuse me of having ‘selective hearing.’ It does upset me because they don’t know, and are so wrong about me – all the time.
Today, the burning and loudness was fierce, and sitting here now writing this journal, I can feel the burning sensation in three separate places. The loudness itself alone is horrendous.
End of Entry
Four Years On …
What exactly is post-traumatic stress disorder?
Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) is an anxiety disorder that can occur after a person has been through a traumatic event. These events can include:
During a traumatic event, people think that their life or the lives of others are in danger. They may feel afraid or feel that they have no control over what is happening. And if the person has a TBI, [Traumatic Brain Injury] too, these feelings of lack of control and fear can balloon into confusion, challenges with memory, or intense emotion.
Signs and symptoms
Generally, symptoms of PTSD can occur when a person re-experiences the traumatic event, tries to avoid thinking about the event, or is experiencing high levels of anxiety related to the event. Some of the most common symptoms include:
- Having recurrent nightmares
- Acting or feeling as though the traumatic event were happening again, sometimes called a “flashback”
- Being physically responsive, such as experiencing a surge in your heart rate or sweating, to reminders of the traumatic event
- Having a difficult time falling or staying asleep
- Feeling more irritable or having outbursts of anger
- Feeling constantly “on guard” or like danger is lurking around every corner
- Making an effort to avoid thoughts, feelings, or conversations about the traumatic event
- A loss of interest in important, once positive, activities
- Experiencing difficulties having positive feelings, such as happiness or love
Depending on the source of the traumatic event, people respond differently. In many cases of sexual assault upon women, the sexual assault could have such a profound effect upon the woman that she will literary ‘block out’ the reality of the assault. In some extreme cases when the sexual assault is related back to an event of past childhood sexual abuse, the victim will regress back to her childhood years, comprehending within her ‘thought process’ her acknowledgement of the past childhood sexual abuse as a traumatic event that took place in which she will ‘re-live’ within her conscious thought process – forcing the most recent sexual assault to not be acknowledged.
On August 31st 1992 – the head injury I suffered wasn’t a blow to the head as such. It was basically an incident that suddenly generated an ‘immense shock’ (PTSD – Post Traumatic Stress Disorder). During the assault, everything around me appeared in slow motion. The incident went on for quite a while. The following morning, I awoke with the burning pain and the hearing impairment, and my ADEs then suddenly increased to once a week/fortnight. I was now unable to go outside in the daylight. I could not produce a natural sleep. I could not walk into a room where the radio was playing.
As I’ve been having the ADEs since 1987, but didn’t have any burning/loudness sensations prior to August 31st 1992, we know the ‘change’ in the make-up of my ADEs [frequency] and the ‘burning/loudness’ sensation is not causing the ADEs but that the head injury had an impact on the ADEs themselves.
In my ADEs, I have been taught that we have three levels of consciousness, 1) the conscious, 2) the sub-conscious, and 3) the higher conscious. Each level interacts with each other and is required to remain intact. If damage occurs between the conscious and the sub-conscious link – mental illness, (voices, illusions etc) occurs. If damage occurs between the conscious and the higher conscious link – the result is the coma. Normally as the levels interact with each other, you’ll never have three conscious states active at the same time. If you are awake it’s the conscious level that the primary awareness. When asleep it’s the sub-conscious that is the primary awareness – etc. The higher conscious is the link between the two states but it never becomes the primary conscious state, as it is stimulated by parts of the brain we are still yet to explore.
I believe due to what I was experiencing on a daily/hourly occurrence that the head injury caused my higher consciousness to be activated in becoming the primary conscious state – hence reason for being able to absorb other people’s emotions, energy, and knowledge – and then the sudden change in my ADEs.
In a sense my higher consciousness was repairing the damage caused to my conscious state by the head injury.
I have a memory of writing a letter to the police in which I wrote the words,
“he might as well held a gun to my head and pulled the trigger.”
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Around the Earth in its Global Form
In the Spirit I became, and Jesus carried my Spirit away to be of His Teaching. He held my Spirit, – keeping me safe within His protective embrace. We journeyed together into the heavens. I felt the wind beneath me, folding around me like a blanket. The whispering breeze caught me, – lifting me up higher and higher.
We soared into the voiceless echo’s of the uncharted realms of His mystifying universe. Then Jesus held me suspended in the folds of Space. I became as a lantern without a rod, as He turned me slowly around to view my wondrous surroundings. In the distance, the stars twinkled brightly, – then glowed softly, as if they were in harmony together, exchanging a mysterious song.
In a moments rush, Jesus took my hand, and together we flew at a tremendous speed down towards the planet earth. Then we journeyed around the planet in its global form, and we returned back into the universe. Once again I was caught suspended in Space.
Jesus then returned my Spirit back into my physical body, and I became of my physical life again…..
Text From The Book.
“In an Actual Death Experience following this incredible ADE, Jesus explained His teaching to me,
‘I have carried your Spirit around the Earth in its global form, and returned your Spirit safely back into your body, – why do you still not trust?’
His revelation came as shock to me. How could Jesus say I didn’t trust Him? I was mortified. I loved Jesus with all my heart, and trusted Him completely. It would be ludicrous not to trust Him. Sadly, what we think we believe and what we truly believe are often very different.”
To learn more about my Actual Death Experiences – please see my book – ‘A Journey of Actual Death Experiences’ available now.
As outlined in my ‘Note To Reader’ post I set a goal to share with you my readers the personal narrative that was the foundation of my published book – ‘A Journey Of Actual Death Experiences’. This is my first recount of my diary entries that I originally penned on; 07/04/2013 – so now four years later we will review and offer fresh perspective of my penned entry.
Originally Authored: 07/04/2013 [11:46 pm] GMT
The exhaustion is horrendous, I’m so very, very tired. I long for all this to be out in the open; for the truth to finally be told; anything is surely better than feeling tired and worn out all the time. It really doesn’t help me feel any better or stronger while my family don’t understand what is going on around me. They don’t realise how much pain I have to endure every day, so they are asking things of me which I really can’t do for them, and of course when I don’t do it, they then think bad of me.
The boys know to just leave me alone and I will do my best to find some energy but although they just leave me to get on with it, I know they check on me often, I know because they tell me they do and besides they have a habit of drinking my coke which is always by my bedside, (lol).
I have noticed I haven’t heard from T in about a week. He is such a foolish man. He truly thinks he can blackmail me for Jesus’ Who Am I? Prophecies. I’ve started to remember that horrendous ‘evil Spirit’ that was in his physical image. It came out of the wall in Durham Avenue when I was in my make-shift bedroom downstairs……
End of Entry.
Four Years On …
It is only on reflection now that I can fully appreciate the snowball events that took place within my life, and how my Actual Death Experiences have been to save me from an existence lost to the shadows of darkness. How even in 2012 when I penned these journals, I still didn’t fully comprehend the traumatic nightmare I had experienced at the hands of one man.
I can now realise how terrified I was. Earlier on that evening leading up to this sighting in August 1992, I had been assaulted. The severity of the assault had caused my conscious levels to split apart and as a result on a conscious level, I was rapidly regressing back to my childhood, replacing the incident which occurred that night to a memory that had happened to me when I was just a toddler.
At the time I could not comprehend the encounter I had with the ‘evil Spirit’ – the creature that had suddenly appeared in my room, as the fear was far too great.
I knew it was real at the time because I rushed out of the room in sheer terror. The evil creature chased after me. I tried to run up the stairs two at a time to get away from it but I couldn’t escape. It was upon me in seconds.
It grabbed hold of my legs, and dragged me back down the stairs. I flipped over onto my back; fear penetrated my heart. I had almost been at the top of the stairs and it had pulled me back down to near the bottom steps. It was such a gruesome creature. I could feel it biting at my legs as if it was trying to eat me, – tearing at my flesh. I felt the pain as its fangs tore into my legs but I couldn’t scream. I couldn’t scream out – somewhere deep down inside my regressing consciousness, there was still a flickering light of my identity and my thoughts fell upon my children sleeping safely in their bedrooms upstairs. I knew no matter what, I could not let this evil know there were children in the house.
I kicked. I kicked hard at it. I kept kicking at it over and over again as I muffled out the sounds of my own screams. I held onto the banister; relentlessly trying to pull myself back up to the top of the stairs.
I really don’t know how I managed to escape it but somehow I did. I scrambled into the hallway upstairs and ran into my husbands bedroom. He was asleep, I shook him awake violently, and made him hold me. I just wanted to feel safe.
In the morning the marks on my body were visible. I was covered in bruises and deep scratches, and my legs were covered in blood…..
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“I couldn’t believe it! Not the hospital again, it was the last thing I needed or wanted.
“No don’t please don’t!” I begged, “I’m alright really I am, it will go away soon.”
But Dr. Bambus wasn’t listening. She was insistent on sending me to the hospital. In desperation, I knew I had to try and explain.
“No I’m alright really. I have ADEs, and this has something to do with them. I’m not pregnant.”
My pleads fell upon deaf ears, and within minutes I was back in an ambulance being rushed up to the hospital. I began panting again, and in-between breaths I kept telling the ambulance men I wasn’t pregnant, explaining that I just kept swelling up.
This time I was rushed into A&E, and wheeled off into a side room. My breathing had become erratic and I couldn’t catch my breath. I could hear the nurses frantically saying,
“Breathe, breathe, breathe for me sweetheart!”
But I couldn’t. Then everything started going black as I suddenly began to fall into unconsciousness. My heartbeat stopped, and I sensed the separation, as the ADE began.”
I think it is a fair comment to make that notorious paedophile and child killer Ian Brady remained without empathy and human decency right up to the moment he took his last breath. Brady, the Moors Murderer has died aged 79, still refusing to give information about where he buried Keith Bennett as the world have been held in anticipation that Brady’s last remaining act of his life would be to reveal the location of where 12 year-old Keith Bennett’s little body had been left in an unmarked grave, dealing Keith’s family a final insult.
The defiant killer, who tortured and killed five children with his lover Myra Hindley, died at 6.03 pm on Monday at Ashworth High Secure Hospital, a secure mental hospital where he has been held since 1985 after spending over fifty-years behind bars.
Brady was jailed for the killings of John Kilbride, 12, 10-year-old Lesley Ann Downey and Edward Evans, 17, in 1966.
He went on to admit the murders of Pauline Reade, 16, and 12-year-old Keith Bennett.
John Ainley, the Bennett family lawyer has revealed that detectives were “imploring” Brady to show remorse during his final hours and give Keith’s family their one and only wish, permitting them to give Keith a Christian burial.
Brady and Hindley snatched their victims from the streets in Manchester and lured their victims to their home, where they were sexually tortured and later buried on Saddleworth Moor above the city.
Brady was given life at Chester Assizes court in 1966 for the murders of John, Lesley Ann and Edward. Hindley was convicted of killing Lesley Ann and Edward and shielding Brady after John’s murder, and jailed for life.
In 1987 the pair finally admitted killing Keith and Pauline. Hindley died in prison aged 60 in 2002.
Within my Actual Death Experiences, Jesus taught me about what becomes of our Spirit within the Afterlife if we live our physical lives with evil tendencies. He referred to these spiritual teachings as ‘The Dancing Demons of the Evil Mind.’
These teachings reveal a shocking revelation, and act as a warning to anyone who may find the Dancing Demons as part of their Spiritual reality within the Afterlife. Jesus’ teachings were so horrifying; He had to take my Spirit in several stages to fully understand everything He was showing me.
Actual Death Experience
I became of the Spirit within the Afterlife. There I found myself standing before Christ in a place that was not of this earth, nor was it a place of the New Earth. I knew only that I was standing in a place of reflection and knowledge.
Suddenly, a huge creature appeared in front of me. It came quickly as if it was making an attempt to try and surprise me by its presence. It held no resemblance to a person, and although it wasn’t tall it was wide in its figure. It had a head but its Spiritual body had no defined shape, so you could not see where its head joined its body. Its features were twisted, disjointed at ever angle, and its Spiritual body was embedded with dark, crusted scales. Its eyes were large, of different sizes, and out of proportion to the top half of its Spiritual body. They were black – reflecting pools of torment and pain.
I felt terror fill my senses at its mere presence, and the sight before me was so ugly I did not wish to look upon it, so I quickly turned my head away.
At that moment, Jesus commanded me to look, and so I had to turn my head back to gaze upon its foulness once again. A great fear swept over me for the darkness of the creature I was witnessing.
Jesus was stood to my left-hand side, and suddenly He commanded me to “Speak the Lord’s Prayer.”
Immediately, I began too. The words flowed from my Spirit in haste, and at first the words came out in jumbled sentences from the sheer fear I felt, but I did not dare to stop.
As I continued to recite the Lord’s Prayer, I noticed that the creature then began to cower away, and retreat backwards.
Jesus then returned my Spirit back into my physical body, and breathed life into me once again.
Text From The Book
“The only words to describe my reaction once I had recovered from this Actual Death Experience are those of experiencing the most terrifying anxiety and dread. How could something so gruesome actually exist? And why had Jesus allowed me to witness such? I was consumed with the mixed emotions of fright and heartbreak. How could my beautiful Lord Jesus have allowed such an ugly dark presence to come anywhere near me? Had I done something wrong and He was showing me what my Spirit would now become like? The memory of this ADE haunted my every waking moment. I was petrified, and I desperately needed to understand it.
Then in another later ADE of the same nature, Jesus took His Spiritual teaching further.
The evil thought is as destructive to our Spiritual body as it is to our physical life. In the last chapter, I wrote about forgiveness: how to learn within our physical lives to teach ourselves forgiveness before we pass over into the Afterlife, by instructing the Teacher of our thoughts to seek forgiveness from the people we have hurt, and forgiving those who have hurt us.
But what happens to those of us who can’t or don’t want to reach Spiritual forgiveness? Is there truly a way back for us to eventually reach paradise with Jesus?”
We can only assume for what I have been taught within the Spirit by Jesus that Brady is now indeed within the teachings of ‘The Dancing Demons of the Evil Mind.’ His lack of; remorse, compassion, mercy and ultimately seeking forgiveness has transcended along with his Spiritual body to become with Jesus in the afterlife.
I can only weep for the existence he must be faced with now, to clarify I do not weep for Brady as an individual but only for the darkness he has created, the pain and suffering of his victims, as with their families.
In his Spiritual existence now – his evil thoughts and physical crimes will not only be shown to him but will also become embedded within his Spirit. He will now literary be able to ‘feel’ the ’emotional pain’ he inflicted upon so many. It is not just in the sense ‘he will now be feeling sad’ for what he has done, indeed not, Brady’s Spirit will have to endure the same level of pain as his victims did when he took their lives. I have literary witnessed a Spirit of the Evil Mind living out his eternal life with demons dancing on their shoulders within my Actual Death Experiences;
“This time, as I stood witnessing the presence of the evil Spirit before me, I noticed several large gargoyle-like creatures jumping up and down upon the evil Spirit. As each of the creatures jumped into mid-air, they opened their mouths to expose large, sharp pointed fangs, and as they landed down back on the evil Spirit, they each bit into their host. With each bite the evil Spirit roared out in sheer agony.”
As outlined in my ‘Note To Reader’ post I set a goal to share with you my readers the personal narrative that was the foundation of my published book – ‘A Journey Of Actual Death Experiences’. This is my first recount of my diary entries that I originally penned on; 05/04/2013 – so now four years later we will review and offer fresh perspective of my penned entry..
Originally Authored: 05/04/2013 [04:12 am] GMT
You can always tell when I am tired, as my handwriting is hit with the ‘doctors’ curse, the unreadable writing tightly nested together with spider-like looped words you just cant fathom out.
I don’t blame anyone for not being able to understand everything that has been going on in my life. It will take more than just a once over read to fully comprehend the events that have occurred as we are dealing with ‘two levels of consciousness,’ both levels openly interacting with each other.
The first level being the actual state of consciousness – the part of your mind that generates your ‘thought process;’ creating your every day general thought within your life, about life, how you deem others and yourself, and how you associate everything that is going on around you. The second level is the actual state of your higher conscious – the part of your mind that generates your ’emotional process;’ creating your every day general emotions within your life, about life – the feelings of love, hate anger, trust and distrust – etc.
How does the Higher Conscious Learn about Emotions?
The higher conscious is the ‘mind to your Spirit’ – your Spiritual mind. Every thought you have in relation to an important aspect in your life is teaching your higher conscious level, and thus in turn creates an ’emotion’ associated with a particular thought process. In thus – your emotions are created by your Spirit, – the energy within yourself.
If you meet someone, and enjoy being with that person and start making your thought process about that person – ‘thoughts of love.’ your higher conscious level generates the emotion of love – every time you think of that person. If your thought process about a certain individual/s is constantly negative, (bitterness and hatred) your higher conscious level generates the emotion of anger – every time you think of that individual/s.
The main difference about the two states of consciousness is that your higher conscious level can not change at a drop of a hat, it is an aspect of consciousness that learns through ‘being taught’ over a period of time, (For example: there are many different variations of love for different people in your life for different reasons). Whereas your thought process from the level of your consciousness ‘can’ change reasonably quickly. You can have thoughts of love for a person for weeks, months, years and then suddenly start to ‘change your mind’ about being in love.
When you do change your mind, the higher conscious being your Spiritual mind, (the mind of your Spirit) has to start ‘changing that energy – your Spirit.’ So eventually you will stop having the emotions of love when you are thinking about that person because your thought process has changed about him/her.
The first crucial aspect to acknowledge and understand for the events that have been occurring within my life is that 1) My Actual Death Experiences began in 1987 but from 1987 to August 1992, I was still able to live a very active normal life. 2) I did not suffer from any burning pain in my head. 3) I was able to have natural sleep, 4) and I wasn’t as light sensitive as I am now, 5) I could even listen to a radio without any problems or discomfort. Granted my ADEs during these years only occurred once every 3 to 4 months, thus giving me plenty of time to recover from an Actual Death Experience before another one happened.
Basically the main point being that during 1987 and August 1992, I didn’t have the constant physical side affects that I’ve endured since August 1992. Another aspect to my Actual Death Experiences that changed completely (from the morning I woke up of 1st September 1992) is that I started having ADEs weekly; sometimes I could even have 2 or 3 in any one week.
So the question is “What was happening in this sudden change?” and “What had caused it?” From the morning of September 1st, I was using my higher consciousness to function in my every day life – hence the burning heat, light and radio sensitivity, and the inability to produce the chemical for a natural sleep.
Our consciousness is always the primary conscious level – the thought always comes first. However, my Spiritual mind had now become my primary consciousness, so I would literary ‘feel’ my emotions before I even had the ability to have the natural thought of such. My normal consciousness level had been so damage by the assault on 31st August 1992 that it could not function. Imagine a fuse blowing the fuse box! I had suddenly regressed back to being a toddler. It is only thanks to my Actual Death Experiences that I am actually here today, as my Spiritual mind now had to teach my consciousness every memory and every emotion that I had ever experience since being 18 months old.
And it took twenty long horrendously painful years to finally get it all back again…..
End of Entry.
Four Years On …
We often don’t realise just how precious and delicate human life is. We don’t always act to how we know we truly should. We sometimes hurt other people without a second thought. We hate when in reality we should love, and if we can not love a certain aspect in life – then we should leave it alone. Of course it is important to have opinions, having opinions is what shapes us into the people we are today but you can have an opinion without needing to destroy another human being.
We can stand for justice and for what is right and wrong in the world that we exist in, but we do not have to use religion to express a hate for another religion or a community. We do not have to hate each other, or pretend we have to go to war for nothing more but the want of power and wealth.
We can expect punishment for those who hurt us or hurt others but we have laws that are there to divide what we want, and what we should have. We shouldn’t desire to punish those who perhaps once loved us, and then left our lives for whatever reason they simply no longer felt the same love for us as they once did. We should only seek to punish those who break the law but the law has to be fair and just. It can not and should not discriminate against a person for their sex, colour or sexual orientation. Every human being has the right to live a long, peaceful and prosperous life, just as every child has the right to food, shelter, warmth and love.
I have lived my life with a broken heart, a life lost to the shadows of time but the power of love brought me back again….. The power of love that we are all capable of giving healed my broken heart…..
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“I was made homeless. Forced onto the streets to find shelter in the cold, dark, uninviting doorways, my innocent children as babes in my arms were ripped away from my warm and tender embrace. I was forced to wander the streets without any food, money or my personal belongings.
I lost my right as a woman, and as a young mother. I lost my right to be protected by the British law. I lost my right to exist as a human being. I became a faceless ghost amidst a harrowing reality of man’s lack of consciousness for life. I became an existence without a voice.
Why did this happen to me? Why did I suddenly find myself living in the shadows of life? Why had my reality so suddenly become a festering world of judgement and abandonment?
While all along, I was cradling the flickering light of my irregular heartbeat gasping for life!”
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Into the Spirit I became and Lord Jesus carried my Spirit away to walk with Him upon the New Earth.
I could see Jesus standing on my left-hand side, and I was stood in front of a building that appeared to be old, as it had a mass of vines creeping up its walls. It appeared to be the type of house that would have been built in the 1920’s.
Although it seemed to be an old building, and I sensed no-one lived there, every brick radiated the essence of life. The building itself felt alive. It seemed to emanate love – almost as if it was emitting the love all its previous owners had held for it. At that moment, I suddenly knew it was the old Railway House. It was as if the house itself had told me of its existence.
In the distance, I saw the Spirit of a woman walking towards me and when she reached me, I realised, I had never met her before.
Suddenly I heard myself asking her,
“Where are we?”
The woman smiled warmly, and in answer to my question she replied,
“Have you not heard of Nostradamus?”
Before I could reply, Jesus stepped forward and He said to the woman,
“She is not to know of such things yet.”
On hearing Jesus’ words, the woman bowed respectfully towards Him, and began to step away backwards for she knew it was wrong to turn her back upon Him.
Jesus then returned my Spirit back into my physical body, and breathed life into me once again.
Text From The Book
“After my recovery from this ADE, I had a sense of confusion as I had never heard the word Nostradamus before. But in a friendly conversation with my neighbour Kim Lucock soon after, I did ask her if she knew the meaning of the word Nostradamus. It was she who then told me who Nostradamus was, and in the following weeks I found myself at the local library, (we didn’t have the internet then) reading as many books as I could find about him.
Over the years I began to realise that some of his quatrains had a direct link to my Actual Death Experiences, and some where translated in Jesus’ Who Am I? Prophecies; especially ones that predicted the coming of a new Spiritual Leader within the 21st century.
It has to be remembered that Jesus has been walking amongst man within His Spiritual body most certainly since 1987, when my ADEs first began to the present day.”
How do we scientifically prove that Jesus has been walking amongst man in His Spiritual body most certainly since 1987? And when we do prove it what will this mean to us? To mankind? To the world? Faith tells us that Jesus is in heaven looking down upon us, and therefore nothing we do goes unnoticed by Him. Some faiths teach that Jesus is around us everywhere. He is present in everything that we do…..
So when I have witnessed that He is ‘actually’ walking amongst man within His Spiritual body since 1987 – I always tend to receive a smile and a nod of acceptance, as if, I am just simply verifying the faith that Jesus is around us everywhere but I am not.
I am claiming that Jesus has ‘returned to man.’ He has returned within His Spiritual body – the same body that He ascended up to heaven after His crucifixion. He has come again with His new divine teachings, (His Who Am I? Prophecies) teaching us about God and about Love, and how we can from His new Teachings begin to heal the world from its current chaotic existence. His Teachings also explore the human consciousness – revealing its origins and structure, and how we are about to enter a phase of human evolution. So it is not just a case that He has been present amongst mankind but that He has also spoken.
In many of my Actual Death Experiences, Jesus carried my Spirit to stand with Him within the physical lives of living people, as they went about their daily routine. I was there in the Spirit standing next to Jesus observing everything these individuals did and said – their words and their actions. These people could not see me, as I was in my Spiritual body – just as Jesus was in His. At the time that this ‘witnessing’ was taking place, I was experiencing the physical death. I had flat-lined. Therefore it is scientifically impossible that I could have been present at the time in the physical body, and perhaps just overheard what these individuals were saying or was able to see their actions.
So what does this all mean? It means exactly what I have just written, ‘Man has been within the Visitation of Christ.’ Jesus has come again. For if you take me out of the situation – what are you left with? You are left with Jesus standing there within His Spiritual body observing everything these individuals were doing and saying, even their ‘thoughts.’ It is true He hears and sees truly everything. Imagine the impact that acknowledgement will have upon people in proving the reality of such!
If you allow your mind to grasp the reality of these miracles that occurred during my Actual Death Experiences, you will realise this is not only life changing but it is also world changing – and changing the world is certainly a reality that we need to do now.
On my recovery from the ADE, I would then write down everything I saw the individuals say and do. Where they were. Who they were with. What they said. What they did. Then when I later saw the individual, I would tell them everything I saw and heard and they would confirm it to be true. (Three people were actually allowed to ‘see’ my Spirit standing there watching them but I will write about these particular ADEs later).
Some readers might question, “But how do I know she isn’t just inventing the concept of these miracles to make us believe in her ADEs? But what if the individuals who have confirmed she is telling the truth about what she heard and saw are just a group of people who are her friends, and they are only saying such is true as an elaborate hoax who just want fame and attention?”
Although I would truly like to think that no-one is so desperate for attention that they would willingly put themselves through the public scrutiny that would surely follow their confirmation but sadly there are some people who would do almost anything for fame. It is the way of the world we are living in; especially with the invention of social media.
It is for the reason I pen above that I believe Jesus ensured His miracle would never come to be tarnished with the accusations of falsehood. For He didn’t just take my Spirit to stand observing the words and actions of the physical lives of people who I knew, in fact most of them where of individuals who would have no reason or gain to confirm the ADE must of happened because I wouldn’t have been able to write down what I did if it hadn’t occurred.
I also feel it is most appropriate that Jesus chose the individuals he did. One of such was a British Prime Minister, another a top politician – making the Government a witness to His miracle. Then we have the Crown as a witness to His miracle with the involvement of a member of the Royal Family. We also have the Church. I’m sure I don’t have to reveal who that involved.
Jesus ensured physical proof of His miracles would be accessible by everyone, (the general public) but first you have to ask for it – and only those who want to know can do that…..
To learn more about my Actual Death Experiences – please see my book – ‘A Journey of Actual Death Experiences’ available now.
As outlined in my ‘Note To Reader’ post I set a goal to share with you my readers the personal narrative that was the foundation of my published book – ‘A Journey Of Actual Death Experiences’. This is my first recount of my diary entries that I originally penned on; 03/04/2013 – so now four years later we will review and offer fresh perspective of my penned entry..
Originally Authored: 03/04/2013 [00:00] GMT
Father Carey and Rev. Jack are by no means the only ‘men of the cloth’ whom I have pleaded with for help. I was just so very tired all the time, and my head constantly hurt with a fierce burning sensation – flowing down and across my head. Sometimes, back left – other times front left, and back and front right. This pain is always there, even now as I write this entry. There have been days when I cannot even move my head. I would just sit there trying to remain as still as possible – not daring to move. I could not even brush my hair. There are days when I cannot stand bright lights – man-made or natural. I was not able to go into a room or get into a car if the radio was playing, as the static noise that I’d pick up from the high frequencies were horrendous.
Sleep – oh how I truly, truly long for the day to come again – when I can just fall into bed, and drift off into a beautiful, peaceful sleep and then wake-up in the morning feeling rested and fresh. If only we could all realise and value the little things in life that cost no money but they make us feel amazing.
End of Entry.
Four Years On …
I can only write how utterly ghastly the physical burning pain was and how it was constantly occurring 24/7. Invading my life to the point that I could not function.
I still have it to this day but it is no longer as severe or as continuously as it use to be. It has been an aspect of my Actual Death Experiences that baffled my doctors over the years. They could clearly see the suffering I had to endure, and tried their best to reach out to specialists.
I am also partly (50%) deaf in both ears, and I have to use two hearing aids to be able to hear but I could never wear them when the burning pain is at its peak. We soon realised that the heat source was able to generate a different level of awareness.
I had been sitting down on a chair facing Dr. Curzon (former GP). The surging pain was so intense I couldn’t move my head, and every time he tried to put his hand near my head – the burning heat increased and I would cry out from the pain.
A nurse came into the room, and although I hadn’t been able to hear her enter the room and I couldn’t hear her moving around behind me, I was still able to tell my doctor that someone was in the room, and as she moved around, I could trace and speak of her movements with accuracy. If she stepped backwards, moved left or right I was able to tell my doctor everything she was doing even though I couldn’t see her.
I was connecting to her Spiritual energy – I was linked to her higher consciousness, and the traces of her movements flashed within my thoughts like an image you would see on a heat detection camera.
But being able to detect the movements of a person I couldn’t see wasn’t the only strange occurrence that kept happening to me, and scientifically these other abilities will go towards proving that a near death experience (ADE) can not possibly be illusions or images produced by false memories. It is an incredible scientific discovery and provide remarkable evidence for both telepathic communications and the origins of the human consciousness.
I noticed that different parts of my brain reacted to different emotions which I would experience. If I laughed, cried or got angry, a specific part of my brain would emanate with the pain. I was also able to absorb other peoples energy, and when I absorbed their energy I also absorbed their knowledge and their emotions.
Over the last two decades of my life, everybody whom I encountered within my physical life, (with the exception of a handful of people) have all been affected by my chronic ADEs. I would have so little energy that I could not function, a friend would call in to visit me and within a matter of minutes I alert and full of energy and my friend would feel so physically drained he/she would have to go and lie down on my sofa to rest or fall asleep. Sometimes another person didn’t even need to be in my company for this to happen. The phone would ring, and within minutes of our conversation I would have absorbed their energy.
Sometimes, I could tune into other peoples thoughts but when I told them what they were thinking – the reaction wasn’t so much of amazement but more-so one of fear and I was regarded as a freak. The flash visions were often alarming, and some even frightening. I would accidentally touch a person, and an electrical charged static image would suddenly appear within my sight.
Once I sat with a man who I had just met for the first time. As I shook his hand to introduce myself, I saw a ‘birds nest’ with several little chicks inside moving around. I held my breath not wanting to say anything but the words slipped out before I could stop them, “You have a busy mind.” I told him. He smiled confirming he did, and then asked me how I did I know such about him. How do you think he reacted when I told him, I’d just seen a birds nest on-top of his head?
One of the more frightening flash visions was from meeting a man who was suffering from mental health issues. Years earlier, he’d committed a criminal offence and it had cost him his freedom. During his imprisonment, his wife had left him and he lost contact with his children. His mindset was that the police were to blame for his failed life, citing they had acted unlawfully while investigating his case. Now he wanted justice, and claimed to have evidence to prove misconduct by the police. He wanted to bring the police to court in a civil action against them but no matter how many lawyers he had approached to act on his behalf – no-one would touch his case because of his past mental health issues.
At the time I was representing myself for three legal actions, two local authorities and a named individual, (not the police). He asked me to represent him but I refused, as I had no argument against the police, and my three cases were more than enough.
Early one winter’s evening he visited my home, as my hand accidentally brushed against his side – I suddenly saw a vision of his thoughts revealing his intent. Moments before I’d seen he was holding a wooden bat but he was trying to conceal it behind his legs. I was suddenly overcome with a feeling of pain – a desperate sadness of feeling rejected, yet he was expressing a fierce anger – not sadness. His features engraved hate, and the tone of his voice raised, – condemning and bitter.
In the vision, I saw petrol cans in the boot of his car, then I saw him standing in the centre of a group of police officers – he was beating them mercilessly with the bat, and pouring petrol over them – the he set the officers alight. The vision faded and I gasped in horror. “Where are you going too?” I shouted at him. “I’m going to the police station and no-one can stop me.” He growled back at me. My blood ran cold. How could I stop him? He was about 6ft 6, a giant compared to my 5ft frame.
Fear penetrated my heart, I had to stop him from doing such a dreadful act. He didn’t care for the consequences, he already believed his life was over. I shouted at him again this time as loud as I could – promising him that I would help him to find his peace. Our conversation turned into a fierce battle of words but as I took control, I saw the anger in his eyes dip to reflect his true sadness.
I reached down and slowly took the bat from his hand, as he let it go his heart broke and he began to sob uncontrollably. He didn’t want me to see his tears but he could not hide his pain any longer. I walked him to his car, and took out the petrol cans then I told him to go home and get his case files, and bring back them to me. I knew what this man needed for him to find peace.
I promised him I would do his court cases, and I spent the following days immersed in his case documents, witness statements and interview records. A few weeks later, I stood in court presenting his case before a judge.
The time I spent representing this man proved to be a harrowing time for me. My name was tarnished, and I became more disliked than ever. St Annes is only a small town, and everyone knew what I was doing. I’d always been a supporter of our local police community and here I was presenting a civil claim against them. People shunned me for getting involved. Why was I helping a man bring court action against the police when this was none of my business.
It broke my heart but only I knew the real reason I was helping this man with his court cases, and just how far I was prepared to go and put myself through to protect the lives of my local police officers….. I had to stop him, and bringing the court action was the only way he would find peace from his angry heart.
Text From The Book
“The fostering glint of empathy reflected genuinely in Dr. Franklin’s eyes.
“How are you feeling today?” she asked. Her tone was mixed with both acceptance and hope. I was on one of my regular monthly visits at her surgery.
I sat rigid on the chair opposite her, my entire body motionless. I could not even tilt my head. The fierce burning pain surged ruthlessly over the crown of my head, and flowed down the back towards my brain-stem. Then on impact the acute pain exploded into a shower of intense heat, covering my head in a blanket of sharp prickly pins and needles. The constant burning pain didn’t subside. In the very moment the eruption occurred, it triggered the surging pain to emanate over the crown of my head again. I was totally exhausted. The intense pain was only the tip of the iceberg. I was also sleep deprived, and not just by a couple of restless nights, my insomnia was infinite. I had not had a natural sleep since 1992, when my ADEs had opened on a whole new level because my brain just didn’t function like a normal person’s.”
The Magic Lives On
Zandeer, the Beautiful Spirit of Children flew swiftly beneath the drifting white clouds of the warm Summer sky. She soared high above the waves of the Atlantic Ocean, like a magnificent bird in flight.
In the distance, she saw a dazzling rainbow light. The sparkling spectrum of colours shone up into the sky off a white Island of Ice. The beautiful Spirit flew faster and faster towards the bright glow of the glittering colours.
She swooped down and landed upon the white island. The ground beneath her feet was layers of ice, covered by white fluffy snow. It was an enormous iceberg, and there at the entrance of a large cave, Zandeer saw one of the five missing pieces of the Mysterious Crystal of Life glowing brightly.
The beautiful Spirit was overjoyed. Her red-rose coloured lips curved into a jubilant smile, as the glimmering colours of the crystal shone radiantly onto her face. Zandeer walked towards the cave hearing only the sound of her own footsteps crunching in the snow. She gazed around the white, endless, empty land, and suddenly felt saddened.
Bewildered, she said to herself; “Hmmmm. This is a strange land. Where are all the humans and animals?” She glanced up towards the clouds. “Oh my!” she exclaimed in dismay seeing the empty sky. “There isn’t even a single bird in the air.”
The beautiful Spirit went inside the cave, and knelt down beside the huge Crystal. She felt so alone. She wished she could leave the deserted Island and return to her home in the heavens to the celestial Kingdom of Heavenina. But that was impossible! First she had to find a human with a pure heart to become the Guardian for the Mysterious Crystal of Life.
“How will I find a Guardian for the Crystal here?” she said sadly to herself. “No human will ever come to this dreary place.” But in the glow of the Crystal’s mysterious energies Zandeer could not feel sad for long. “I know!” she exclaimed happily, “I shall use my magical powers to make this land dazzling.” She leaped up off the ground, stretched out her arms, and spun around and around. Dynamic beams of an electrifying energy blasted out from her fingertips straight into the Crystal.
The Crystal glowed with a blinding light, as its miraculous powers swept across the entire Island of Ice transforming it into an amazing magical iceberg. There was an almighty hissing sound. The icy ground began to crack open. Zandeer stood at the entrance of the cave, and watched with delight as piles and piles of gems emerged up out of the broken ice. There were many precious stones of all kinds; red rubies, blue sapphires, green emeralds and many, many more.
Crystal Trees sprang up out of the ice. Their branches pushed their way through the snow sending showers of snowflakes through the air. It was a most incredible sight. The enchanted Island of Ice now sparkled brightly in the warm sunshine.
Zandeer danced merrily towards the magnificent Crystal Forest. She saw hundreds of tiny crystal keys hanging down from the crystal branches. The branches swayed in the breeze, and the crystal keys tinkled softly together creating a lovely musical harmony. The Beautiful Spirit began singing a delightful song, as she danced through the Crystal forest towards the edge of the magical iceberg.
“Whispering winds, oh whispering winds.
Carry my voice in the song that I sing.
The mystery I bring, the magic of love.
The magic of love from my world up above.
I sing a song of treasures glowing.
Love from my heart never stops flowing.
The magic of love is now in the snow.
A mystical land where precious gems glow.
Hold the magic. Hold the Love.
Whispering winds hear me sing. Tell the sailors of the magic I bring.
I am a Spirit, a Spirit of Love.
I come from a beautiful world up above.
Whispering, whispering, oh whispering winds…..”
The gentle currents of the ocean surrounding the Island of Ice pulled and pushed the waters, creating swells which washed up against the icy shores. The rainbow colours of the precious gems skipped across the waves, casting their brilliant glow far out to sea as the winds carried the sweet sound of Zandeer’s voice to far-off lands.
The beautiful Spirit waited and waited. She stood looking out over the vast blue ocean, longing to see a ship sailing towards her enchanted Island of Ice. The days turned into weeks, and the weeks passed to months. But still no ship sailed to the magical iceberg. Time passed and after a year, Zandeer decided to use her magical powers once again.
“I will create a new life for this enchanted Island of Ice, and then, when I leave here, the Guardian of the Crystal will protect them.” She said excitedly. Zandeer went back into the cave and stood behind the Crystal. She closed her eyes and stretched out her arms. Within her thoughts, she summoned up her most heartfelt wishes. The magic suddenly exploded! An awesome sound crackled throughout the cave as images of children’s faces flickered through her thoughts.
A wondrous rainbow of light appeared. When the force of magic became still, all that could be heard was the sound of children’s laughter, and within the colourful beams of light, seven small furry creatures suddenly appeared. The beautiful Spirit opened her eyes. Her eyes sparkled bright, as she watched the little creatures stumble around, giggling between themselves.
The furry creatures scampered out of the cave. Zandeer followed closely behind and she watched as they played happily in the snow.
The little creatures stood in a lone. They gazed up at Zandeer, their eyes wide open with bewilderment. The beautiful Spirit noticed that each one of them had a different colour of fur.
“You shall be known as the Snowmites.” she laughed gleefully. “And I shall give each of you your own special name. Now what can they be?” She mused as she glanced around the magical iceberg. Her gaze fell upon the many different coloured gems glistening brightly in the snow. “Why of course!” she exclaimed excitedly. “You shall be named after the precious gem which is the same colour as your fur.”
Zandeer smiled down at the first Snowmite standing in the line and beckoned him towards her. “Your fur is the same colour as the gem Aquamarine. So I shall name you Aqua.”
She turned to the second Snowmite and said, “Your fur remind me of the gem Turquoise. Therefore, your name will be Turquo.”
The third Snowmite sat down in the snow. He looked up at Zandeer shyly and chuckled. An overwhelming feeling of love filled her heart and she said, “Your fur is not the same colour as a precious gem, but it does resemble a crystal called Gypsum. Gyp is a nice name for you.”
The fourth Snowmite stretched up his arms and yawned loudly, “Yawnnnnn!” Zandeer blinked back her surprise. “Oh my!” she said in astonishment. “You sound very tired.” The little Snowmite yawned again and closed his eyes. “Well sleepy one, as your fur is the same colour as the precious gem Topaz, I think Topaz she be your name.” she told him.
“I know what my name can be!” said the fifth Snowmite. She spoke boldly and grinned proudly. Zandeer gazed down at the little Snowmite. “What do you think it should be then?” she asked.
“That one!” answered the little purple Snowmite pointing to a purple gem. The beautiful Spirit laughed happily. “Gosh! You are very clever. That is Fluorite. Would you like to be called Fluo?” asked Zandeer. The little Snowmite went silent for a moment. “Fluo, Fluo, hmmm, oh yes! I like that name,” she answered beaming a big smile. “It’s super duper.”
A little green Snowmite with a far away dreamy look in her eyes stepped towards Zandeer. 2Your fur is the same colour as the precious gem Jade, ” said Zandeer. “So my little princess, you shall be called Jadea.”
Finally, Zandeer gazed down at the last Snowmite and said, “Your fur is the same colour as the precious gem Jasper. Jasper is a perfect name for you.”
Fluo tugged at Zandeer’s silky white gown. “Excuse me,” she said politely. “What is the precious gem called that you are named after?” Zandeer took hold of Fluo’s hand. “I am not named after a precious gem,” she answered in a gentle voice. “Let’s all go sit down in the Crystal Forest. I want to tell you a very special story.” Zandeer and Fluo walked off towards the Crystal Forest, followed by the other six Snowmites.
The beautiful Spirit sat down on a huge diamond rock, and the seven furry Snowmites sat down in front of her. “My name is Zandeer, and I am the Beautiful Spirit of Children.” She began her story. “I come from a mystical world called Heavenina.”
“Oooohhhh, that sounds lovely,” cooed Jadea, smiling dreamily.
“Where is Heavenina?” asked Fluo.
Zandeer pointed up at the sky. “Heavenina is far, far away above those clouds in the sky. It is in another part of the universe,” she answered. The Snowmites gazed up at the sky. “Wow!” they exclaimed in sheer astonishment. They looked back at Zandeer, eager for her to continue her story.
“Heavenina is a very mystical world. Every building is made from the rarest of precious gems, the purest gold and the finest silver and magnificent crystals that sparkle brightly.
There are also two moons in our sky, which create a rainbow of the most incredible colours within the clouds. So there is never any darkness in the land of Heavenina. We are called the Spirits of Love and I am one of the seven Spirit’s who are known as The Spirit Council. We protect our world and guard the Mysterious Crystal of Life.”
“The Mysterious Crystal of Life,” quizzed Aqua bewildered. “What’s that?”
“Do you all remember that big crystal inside the large cave?” Zandeer asked. The Snowmites nodded their heads. “That’s the Mysterious Crystal of Life, but it is only a very small piece of it.”
“But it’s enormous!” piped up Jasper in disbelief. “It’s even bigger than you.”
“Yes it is. And there are five other pieces which are just as big. When all the pieces were once together, it was one massive Crystal.” explained Zandeer.
“Wow!” the Snowmites exclaimed flabbergasted. They sat very still, listening carefully, mesmerised by the amazing story.
“Who are the other Spirit’s in the Spirit Council?” asked Turquo, wondering if they were all as nice as Zandeer.
“They are Nymous, the Spirit Lord, Gallius, the Wise Spirit of the Galaxies, Zeprus, the Noble Spirit of Oceans, Zelpha, the Protecting Spirit of Animals, Gadamar, the Gentle Spirit of Nature, and Perilon, the Spirit-Wizard,” replied Zandeer. “But Perilon is no longer one of the Spirit Council, as he did a very bad thing which changed everything.”
The Snowmites were overwhelmed with curiosity. “What did he do? What did he do?” they shouted out.
“Perilon plotted to steal the Mysterious Crystal of Life, and use it’s mystical powers so he could become the Master of the entire Universe.”
“That’s not very nice, is it?” observed Jadea.
“No it is not,” replied Zandeer. “It is called being greedy and selfish.”
The beautiful Spirit continued on with her story. “The Spirit Council banished Perilon from Heavenina. Perilon was very angry, and he vowed to take revenge upon us all declaring he would take the Mysterious Crystal of Life, and the Spirit Council could not stop him.”
“I don’t like Perilon!” said Gyp frowning glumly. “He sounds horrible.”
“What happened next?” Fluo asked.
Zandeer sighed deeply, remembering Perilon’s terrible deeds.
She said, “The Spirit Council left Heavenina and journeyed with the Mysterious Crystal of Life to protect it. We all thought Perilon had gone far away but he was following us. Then he used his great powers to create a magical storm within the heavens. He tried to strike the Spirit Council with his thunder and lightning, but his electrifying bolt struck the Mysterious Crystal of Life instead and it shattered into six separate pieces. One piece stayed within the heavens but the other five pieces zoomed off at a tremendous speed into the universe. Perilon raged with fury. He flew away chasing the five speeding pieces of the Mysterious Crystal. Nymous stayed in the heavens to protect the Crystal that was still there, and the rest of the Spirit Council left him to go in search for the five missing Crystals. I soared through the skies and flew over the lands of this planet for a very long time. Then finally, I found one of the missing Crystals on this Island of Ice,” Zandeer sighed, finishing her story about Perilon.
“Are we going to take the Mysterious Crystal of Life back to the heavens with you Zandeer?” asked Aqua excitedly. Zandeer smiled. The little Snowmites were all so adorable.
“No Aqua, we must wait together until a human with a pure heart comes here. He will become the Guardian of the Crystal. He will protect the Crystal from Perilon’s evil clutches, and keep you all safe, and then I will go back to Heavenina.”
A tear began to roll slowly down Gyp’s cheek, as he listened to Zandeer. “Does that mean you are going to leave us?” he cried sadly.
Zandeer gently wiped Gyp’s tear away from his cheek. “Yes Gyp, one day I must leave. This world is not my home.”
“But I don’t want you to go!” wailed Gyp. Suddenly a stream of tears gushed out from his eyes. “I don’t either!” cried Fluo. She stood up and ran up to Zandeer and hugged her tightly. Aqua jumped up. He rushed over to the beautiful Spirit. “Please don’t go. Please don’t leave us,” he pleaded. Jadea’s eyes filled with tears. “You can’t go. We want you to stay with us, forever and ever,” she sobbed.
“It’s not fair,” huffed Jasper, his arms folded together. “If you must go why can’t you take us with you?”
“I can’t Jasper. This is your world. It is here where you all belong.” Zandeer said in a gentle tone of voice. The little Snowmites felt very sad. It was a terrible feeling.
“Don’t be sad,” said Zandeer reassuring them. “There is something very special you all have to do.” She pointed up at the Crystal Keys hanging down from the crystal branches. “Those Crystal Keys belong to the hearts of real children who also live in this world. Whenever you see them glowing, it means that the child whose heart the Crystal Key belongs too is feeling sad and lonely and needs you. Sometimes children feel sad because they are being bullied by others, which is not nice. They may be unhappy because they are hungry and have no home, or no-one to look after them. There are lots of reasons why children may often be sad. And your friendship will help them feel happy again.”
The Snowmites listened silently. Finally, Fluo spoke out, “Zandeer are you saying there are others like us living here?”
Zandeer smiled, “Yes Fluo, I am. But children don’t have fur to keep them warm because they don’t actually live on your Island of Ice. This planet is called earth. It has many different countries, and very soon you will all be able to go and visit them.”
Aqua was rather befuddled. Scratching his head, he asked. “But when we know a real child needs us, how will we be able to visit them if they don’t live on our Island of Ice?”
“Why through ‘Magic Dreams’ of course!” Zandeer laughed cheerfully. She knelt down and put her arms around the Snowmites, giving them all a gigantic hug.
“Magic Dreams! Magic Dreams! Wow! Are you saying that we are magic?” Aqua stuttered.
The beautiful Spirit nodded her head, “You certainly are my little ones,” she beamed. “In Magic Dreams you will be able to visit the real children of this world whilst they are sleeping.”
“Wow! Brilliant!” the Snowmites shouted out in excitement. The Snowmites smiled. They felt much better now, knowing they would soon have lots and lots of new friends.
Suddenly the Crystal Keys on the crystal branches began to tinkle again, playing another sweet melody.
“Aaa-ha!” exclaimed Zandeer. “It is time.”
“Time for what?” asked Turquo baffled.
“Why bed-time of course!” Zandeer chuckled. The Beautiful Spirit stood up. She held out her arms towards the Snowmites. “Let us all be happy! Sing, sing, sing, and dance, dance, dance.”
Zandeer began singing another wonderful song. The little Snowmites cheered loudly, and clapped their hands. Then they all started to sing and dance together.
“Close your eyes – go to sleep.
Dream a Magical Mystery.
When you love – you will find.
Magic Dreams of every kind.
Take my hand – I’m your friend.
Special friendships never end.
I am here – just for you.
To make all your dreams come true.
Crystal Keys in our hands.
Island of Ice – our wonderland.
Dream with me – we can go.
In Magic Dreams to a land of snow.
When you wake in the morning’s light.
You’ll remember this special night.
When we found in our dreams.
A land of snow where the sunshine beams.”
The little Snowmites soon began to feel very, very tired. One by one they stopped dancing and yawned wearily. Zandeer led them back into the large cave and watched lovingly, as they all snuggled up into a little snow cradle of their own.
“Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz,” snoozed Topaz.
“Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz,” snoozed Turquo.
“Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz,” snoozed Aqua.
“Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz,” snoozed Jadea.
“Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz,” snoozed Fluo.
“Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz,” snoozed Jasper.
And finally last of all!
“Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz,” snoozed Gyp.
“Magic Dreams my little ones,” whispered Zandeer, giving each one of the Snowmites a gentle kiss on the forehead.
The beautiful Spirit turned round smiling happily. She blew a kiss into the air. Then she whispered ever so tenderly, for every real child in the world to hear.
“And Magic Dreams to you all.”
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