In 1972, I began a twenty-five year stint working with the elderly and younger patients with multiple sclerosis. When caring for the latter in a Cheshire home, I would see colours around those who were either prepared or not near to death.
On night duty, I would hear whispers outside the rooms and see movement. Other staff were aware at times, too, but afraid. Working in a private nursing home was my first job and my first encounter of death was gazing at a lady who had died at four a.m. I had only washed her down the evening before and she, indeed was doing poorly, but we did exchange words.
I looked at her and thought, "Well, here she is, but where is she?"
A medium at our local church at the following Sunday service, reminded me of those thoughts. That story does go on, too long for full details, but another lady patient died only a day or two later from a stroke. She was a most unhappy, demanding and sour character. When she died Matron and I were giving her a bed bath, I witnessed this lady leave her body and "Lights" escorting her away.
Another medium described her so accurately and said that this lady was asking for prayers. Because of her ill temper she was unable to "lift" away from Earth's atmosphere. So when I got home, I disappeared upstairs and prayed most fervently for her release.
The next Sunday, she returned with her guide, and gave a most fervent thanks. She said, "I can now fly as free as a bird." Her name - Mrs Bird!
Other types of evidence: Have you ever seen, faces of the departed in a blank television screen? Well, I have, with my Mother and Grandfather as witnesses. We saw Granddad's wife and my father, that lasted for three weeks! There is a story I can tell in fuller form than I will today.
Rose, the mother of my then lady partner in the early nineties, had been diagnosed with cancer of the liver. She told her sister she was "waiting for God." The month was May, 4 a.m. The birds were beginning to sing, streaks of light slowly appearing.
As I sat opposite her bed, all was quiet, a lull in the conversation with Rose's daughter, I witnessed the most exquisite colours around her head: blue, purple, silver, gold and pink. Rose passed at seven a.m.
There is not a week that goes by that I am not given information about others' state of health, physically and emotionally.
One could call it perception and I always seem to be given the right words to say, which is received with incredulity and thanks. I have seen an Angel, a beautiful gold being standing before me one afternoon in my sitting room.
Another summer afternoon. I awoke from a snooze, looked across at a row of houseplants which were placed under my picture window. I began to observe dozens, it seemed, of little lights bobbing up and down over the plants. I kept quiet, watching this phenomena with open mouth, so to speak.
Then I said, "Oh hello!'' The lights stopped in their tracks, you might say. Whoops, she has seen us. In ones and two, they gradually disappeared. What about that.? I have witnessed brilliant coloured orbs flashing as fast as a tennis ball across the room, stopping suddenly at the window.
Perfumes too, will be encountered, of flowers, as I did yesterday for over an hour: Roses and Freesias.
In 2009 I attended a three day course with Felicity Warner, Soul Midwife. She is a most loving and gifted woman and has contributed towards compassionate and palliative care on a spiritual level into the next age.
Well, that is all I have to share today of some of the illuminated things I have witnessed in my life. Hope to hear about yours as well some time.
Margaret with Soul Midwife, Felicity Warner
Margaret lives in the United Kingdom and loves gardens and spending time with her family.
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