ADEs, afterlife, Archbishop of Canterbury, church, Churches, Evolution, Higher Consciousness, History, Human Consciousness, Jesus, light, Love, Ministers, mystery, NDE, Near-death Experiences, Nostradamus, Peace, people, Predictions, Priests, Science, spiritual, Spirituality, teachings
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.
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.”
Purchase; Island Of Ice & The Snowmites here
The story of the magical fantasy.
Purchase; A Journey Of Actual Death Experiences here
The story of meeting with the spirit of the late Walt Disney in the Actual Death Experiences.
In war-torn Britain, the Liverpool Blitz dropped on sheltered communities of Merseyside the devastating bombs of the German Luftwaffe. In the midst of destruction one man stood for love, compassion and most of all magic. John Gilmour my grandfather walked down the debris filled streets of a once beautiful and thriving community with one goal. To return the magic of Christmas to the children who otherwise had lost everything; left behind in the great evacuation.
Pushing a home-made cart John dressed as Father Christmas gave out presents to children of the community who we’re in desperate circumstances, and even though he could not prevent their prolonged suffering brought about by the destruction of war. John Gilmour gave them hope and magic through gifts and captivating stories that would spell-bound the children of the neighbourhood.
He was my grandfather; and for as long as I can remember I too was captivated by the magic he weaved. For it became a family tradition to spread the beauty of magic to the people who needed it the most. On my Grandfather’s passing his son; James Gilmour JR my father’s brother took on the mantle of Farther Christmas in the 1960’s with the same goal.
There was to be however something more with my Uncle Jimmy’s magic as Father Christmas; although he never married, and never had children of his own. Uncle Jim spellbound thousands of children every year through the ‘Dear Santa Letter Service’ a free service where children could write to Santa Claus and received a personal penned reply from the great-beard man himself (Uncle Jimmy).
To add to this he started the ‘Dial-A-Santa Service’ where children could call-up Farther Christmas himself with their Christmas Wish List.
But to make this happen Uncle Jimmy needed a Santa’s Secret Workshop but considering British Telecom did not have phone lines stretching to the North Pole. With Santa himself also already having a workshop there, Uncle Jimmy decided to create his Santa’s Grotto in Wavertree, Liverpool a joke shop aptly called “The North Pole”. An all year round grotto where children could visit and experience the magic of Christmas. He also recorded a vinyl record of his Christmas message to cater for the visually-impaired children; so they too could experience the magic of Christmas.
In 1987 the family legacy of weaving the magic of Christmas passed to myself but unlike my predecessors I was the first woman to take up this mantle handed down through the generations. I became Elf Pipkin – Santa’s Secretary, and continued my Uncle Jimmy’s ‘Dear Santa Letter Service’ answering over 20,000 children’s letters a year all addressed to the jolly man himself.
Elf Pipkin had a lot of work and it was no easy task to complete but with the help from other elves we managed to continue the tradition that my Grandfather started forty-seven years earlier.
Santa’s Secret Office moved its location from Wavertree to the seaside town of Lytham St. Annes, Lancashire (technically more north than Wavertree). A house where you would see all year round elves coming and going and outside a huge glowing statue of Santa Claus stood in the front garden.
And the magic of Christmas didn’t stop at the doorstep of the Secret Office. The powerful energy of Love swept through the little northern town by the Sea. Grown-up’s came together, and the town Mayor with all the local shops joined in with a ‘Santa Parade.’
Large empty boxes were placed in the shops – as the countdown to Christmas began. The community brought either used quality toys that were no longer being used or purchased new toys, and placed them into the boxes. Then on the last Saturday before Christmas day – Santa and his elves collected the boxes, singing merrily as they worked away, and interacting with the shop-keepers and their customers.
With the help of the elves, local children wrapped the toys, and they were sent off to children’s charities.
Weaving Christmas magic and sending Love – all the way from Lytham, St. Annes – the little town where dreams came true…..
Text From The Book
“For my part in the family tradition, I was limited in what I could do. I didn’t have my Uncle Jim’s deep, velvety voice that excited a mesmerised child on the other end of the telephone, and my female appearance didn’t create a convincing Santa Claus look.
Uncle Jim mulled over the problem, and within a matter of minutes he had found the solution.
“I know who you can be,” he announced cheerfully, the sparkling glint of excitement returning to his eyes, “You can be my Secretary!”
At first, I wasn’t over-enthusiastic at the thought of just being a Secretary. It sounded so ordinary in such a beautiful world of magic, but I should have known better. My Uncle Jim did not do ordinary.
“You’ll make an absolutely wonderful Elf!” he grinned, sketching out his vision of the new me with custom-made pointed ears, and dressed in a green costume complete with yellow bobbles and silver bells. And that was the beginning of my role as Santa’s Secretary – the strict and extremely bossy Elf Pipkin.
To learn more about my Story – please see my book – ‘A Journey of Actual Death Experiences’ available now.
It was a day I will never forget, the phone rang and I picked it up and I heard my friend Kim Dunn on the other end. She could hardly contain her excitement; she said to me “I am going on Cilla Black’s Surprise Surprise Show, please say you will come with me Bev”. “Brilliant” I replied; curious this wasn’t something that would normally happen in our lives. “Why are you appearing?” I asked; I wanted to know more, Kim began to explain “I wrote to Cilla asking if she could find my long lost uncle for me and she has found him; so we are going to London to be reunited”.
A week later me and Kim were busy getting ready in the hotel room provided by the studio; it was so posh, we were in our element. Everything had been arranged for us; we had hair-dressers, make-up and other professionals attending to us – it was a proper day of pampering.
Sitting in the audience with Kim I was so pleased she was about to be reunited with her long lost uncle. Cilla Black introduced Alfred Marks, he sat down on a lone chair positioned in the centre stage and then began to speak. “Once upon a time there were some little creatures called The Snowmites”. I felt the colour drain from my face; had I heard correctly? Alfred continued “Two of them Fluo & Gyp decided on an outing…”.
Fluo & Gyp flashed up on screen; I had heard correctly these were my characters that I had spent the last year writing about for a children’s book. Suddenly it dawned on me and I realised what was happening, I had been HAD!! Kim looking cheekily at me laughed. She had lured me down there to the studio on false pretences we weren’t there for her uncle, she had wrote in to the programme and told them all about my Snowmite stories.
Cilla called me down to her famous sofa; my legs felt weak as my heart began to race, I was convinced that I was going to fall flat on my face and make a total fool of myself on national television.
Cilla was gracious and regal when asking me about my stories; even though I was shaking as I sat next to her. Here was a national celebrity and she was talking about me – I couldn’t believe it. We sat back as Alfred Marks finished reciting my story ‘Gyp’s Brave Adventure’. He spoke with a deep velvety voice filled with warmth; almost hypnotic. But to my surprise even when Alfred had finished the story Cilla still had another surprise install for me.
“But were not finished with you yet Beverley; we’ve got one more little surprise for you” said Cilla as she chuckled. “Oh your Kim sitting out there is a bit of a dibble you know” continued Cilla in her famous scouse accent, I was bewildered what other surprise could she possibly mean. “Yes she wrote and told me all about your school friend who you haven’t seen for years, you’ve been trying to get in touch with her desperately and with no luck. But we got our experts to work at this; and we found your old school friend and here she is” Cilla paused, the twinkle of mischief reflected in her eyes. “Say hello to Mandy, remember Mandy? – Mandy Hughs” announced Cilla.
It was a wonderful night we went on to celebrate in our nation’s capital, we all went dancing, and Mandy and I shared our life’s stories. We were best friends again; like we once were as children.
You can watch the Surprise Surprise & People Today on Youtube.
You can purchase Island of Ice & The Snowmites on Amazon UK.