My first recollection of a conscious experience takes me back to a time of sitting in my pram. I was born February 6th, 1940, so this witnessing must have been the second summer of my life.
As the habit was to place baby in a pram in the garden, I was strapped in safely and as I looked up, I could see little smiley faces within the branches of the Lilac tree. I also noticed next door's Sunflowers which if the sky clouded over, they would droop. Since then, they have always been my favourite flower.
I was brought up to attend our local Anglican church, from morning service with Communion, Sunday school in the afternoon and Evensong at six pm. Then at the age of eighteen, I attended Baptist, then Pentecostal churches, but after a year, because my Mother had some most vital evidence from a medium, I switched to investigating Spiritualism.
This caused my evangelical friends to pray for me most earnestly and I was warned of the Devil! When, however, I was told by another medium I came here to contribute to the "Age of Aquarius" entering in, I did not completely understand but "knew" I was due to be involved in something most important.
In February of 2019, I will be seventy-nine and until now it has been a roller coaster ride, from many angles and my spiritual experiences are tied up most tightly with practical, emotional encounters, some, which might say were mistakes.
This could be true, but it is not all cut and dried is it? Many times, although it does not seem so, these mistakes can result in being of service to others.