by Betty Shine
The majority of the people who appeared were still living in this dimension, and something or somebody was bringing to my notice that they needed help. This is another such case.
I was speaking to a friend on the phone when I saw the face of a patient on a nearby wall. I was not particularly perturbed as I had only seen her two days ago and she had seemed to be quite well. However, I decided to call her and find out if she needed any help. There was no answer. I then contacted a friend who lived nearby, and she told me that my patient had fallen down and broken her leg only hours before I had called, and that she was at the moment being attended to at the local hospital.
‘It’s strange,’ she said, ‘I’ve only just walked through the door. I came back home to leave a message for my son when he arrives home from school.’
It was not in the least strange to me. The moment had obviously been planned by someone.
I saw a child’s face appear on the wall behind the television, and immediately recognized it as the granddaughter of a patient. The child was crying. This worried me so much that I spent nearly all day trying to contact the grandmother. When I eventually caught up with her, she told me that her daughter had left home, and that she was looking after her two children. She had been unable to console the youngest child, who had been crying all day.
‘Betty,’ she said, ‘you must ask your spirit friends to send my daughter home. We are all distraught.’
I promised her that I would do all that I could, and spent an hour in my healing room that night asking for help.
Four days later the young mother returned, and when the grandmother told her that her young daughter’s distressed face had appeared on my wall, she broke down and cried. She immediately called and thanked me. ‘Now that I know someone is watching over me, I feel that I can manage,’ she said. That knowledge gave her the strength she needed, and enabled the family to stay together.
Because of my research in this field I had begun teaching the principles of mind projection, with simple exercises. I had long ago realized that nothing is ever wasted. The faces that had appeared on the wall had shown me the possibility of mind projection, and I felt that if the spirits could do it, then so could I.
I began to use remote viewing more frequently. For instance, when I was asked to give absent healing, I asked if I could use this method as part of the process of healing, so that I could get closer to the patient. No one refused; in fact they were delighted by the idea and, through remote viewing, I was able to solve a few mysteries.
On one particular occasion, I visited the home of a child who was suffering severe asthma attacks. The medical profession had apparently been unable to help and the parents were desperate with worry. Using remote viewing, I gained the impression, when I entered the house, that the air was full of minute particles of dust – so much so that I began to sneeze myself. I mentally scanned the house and found myself in the child’s bedroom. Something directed me to a vacuum cleaner standing in the corner of the room, and I knew instinctively that this was the cause of the problem.
I called the child’s father and told him my fears, asking him to remove the cleaner from the bedroom. He promised to look into the matter. He phoned me later in the day to tell me that the cleaner had a fault, and that the dirt was being distributed around the house, and not into the dust bag. This was rectified, and two weeks later the child was free of symptoms.
No doubt the fault would have been found in time, but the child’s suffering would have been extended.
Images are projected in many forms. I have been asked, time and time again, why certain people show themselves in uniforms now that they have left this world and are living in a spiritual environment. One of the reasons is that their family and friends will recognize them as they were – and it was also probably a time in their lives when they were happy. Spirits show themselves in what used to be their favourite clothes, and this seems to make sense to the recipients of the messages. They recognize that the clothes resemble the happiest time in the life of that person.
Spirits also project images of animals, usually pets who have been long gone, but never forgotten. These images have also been shown to me during survival evidence.
On one occasion I was shown four different breeds of dog. Before I could pass on this information, my sitter asked me if I could hear dogs barking. Because of the love that had existed between her and her animals, she had immediately linked in with them. I was able to give her detailed descriptions of the dogs, and told her that two were Labradors that had belonged to her sister. And the Jack Russell, Yorkshire terrier and Dachshund had belonged to her. She was absolutely delighted. The knowledge that her beloved pets were still existing somewhere, and had loved her enough to show themselves to her once more, changed her life.
She confided that she had become ill because of her negativity, and wondered every day why she still kept going. Now she felt that the love that she had shared with her animals would be there forever, and that one day she would be reunited with them.
It has often caused great amusement when I have described the actions of some of the animals I was being shown. The owners have always recognized the antics of their beloved pet. I remember one lovely wire-haired terrier in particular.
My sitter was a young lady called Gillian. I was giving her survival evidence when I saw the spirit of a little terrier dancing around in rings on the floor. I began to laugh, because he was giving such a marvellous performance. I asked Gillian if she had owned a terrier, and described his antics to her.
‘Oh no, I can’t believe it!’ she exclaimed. ‘That is Toby.’ She explained that she had bought him from a dogs’ home, and from the time she had taken him home he had never stopped performing. Smiling through her tears, she said, ‘Everyone loved him. I know I’ll never own another Toby as long as I live. I’m so thrilled that he’s still with me.’
‘Do you think he might have belonged to a circus at one time?’ I asked.
‘He must have done,’ she declared. ‘Where else would he have learned to act like that.’
More and more, during my relaxation periods, spirit children were materializing. Several of them were ex-patients, whose lives had been eased with healing when they were terminally ill. Others I did not recognize. They all asked me to contact their parents. Sometimes I had to hunt through old diaries to obtain the telephone numbers or addresses of those I had treated so that I could pass on messages from the children. Here are some of their stories.
Janey had been six years old when she died of a brain tumour. When she appeared, she asked me to tell her mother that she and Auntie Lucy sent her lots of hugs and kisses. Also, that she had been reunited with her pet budgerigar. I am always concerned when I contact the parents of a child who has died, as it will bring back the heartbreak they suffered. Nevertheless, I do not feel that I have a choice. I rang Janey’s parents. Her mother answered the phone, and when I told her that Janey had been to see me, she was speechless for a few moments. Then she said, ‘Did she have a message for me?’
I passed on the messages. As I did so I could hear her crying softly, and apologized for upsetting her.
‘I’m not upset. I think it’s wonderful.’ She hesitated. ‘I had no idea that this sort of thing could happen.’
‘Was Lucy your sister?’ I asked.
‘Yes,’ she replied, ‘my older sister. She died two years before Janey.’
‘What about the budgie?’ I asked. ‘When did he die?’
‘Six months before Janey,’ she said. ‘Betty, I believe she has come through to you to prove that she’s survived. You see, her father doesn’t believe in life after death, and I’ve been very worried about him. He cannot accept that his daughter has gone. Perhaps this will be the turning point for him.’
‘There is always a good reason why these things happen,’ I told her.
We talked for a while. She told me how grateful she was to me for passing on Janey’s message, and when I put the phone do
wn I knew it had all been worth the effort.
I met Janey’s mother a year later and she told me that my call had changed her husband’s attitude so much that he now regularly attended his local church.
The next story is about a boy called Jack, who had died of cancer at the age of fifteen.
When Jack appeared, he asked me to tell his mother to get on with her life. He told me that since his death she had given up all her activities, and that this was making him very unhappy. He also wanted her to give his bedroom to Vicky, his sister, as she needed somewhere private to study for her A-levels.
Once again I searched through my diaries. I
found the address, but there was no phone number. Using the address I tried to find the number but was told that it was ex-directory. I wrote the messages down and sent them with a letter to Jack’s mother. And in the light of Jack’s message I decided to give her some absent healing. A week later I received a very moving letter from his father. He told me that his wife had been unable to cry since Jack’s death and, consequently, had been ill most of the time. Since receiving my letter, she had not been able to stop crying.
‘I know she will recover now,’ he wrote, ‘because there is no way you could have known about Vicky’s problems. Or my wife’s health. We have to believe that Jack has survived now. We all thank you from the bottom of our hearts.’
There was little I could do about the children I did not recognize, other than give them masses of love. I know they were aware of it, because one day, when I was giving survival evidence to a mother who had lost her son, he suddenly said, ‘When you’re not here Betty looks after us.’ His mother asked me what he meant, and I had to tell her that I didn’t know but that I would try to find out. A few minutes later the child told me, ‘You saw me the other day.’ It was then I remembered a little boy who had materialized a few days ago. I had not recognized him, but had given him a mental hug. When I told his mother the story she asked me to describe him, which I did, adding, ‘He had a small scar on his lip.’ It was this small detail that finally convinced her that I had seen him.
When parents lose a child the loss stays with them forever. They are destroyed by the thought that they will never again be able to hold them. When I have pointed out that they can communicate telepathically with their children, and that no thought is ever wasted, it changes their whole outlook. Unless the parent is psychic they probably will never be able to see their child again, at least not until they join them in the other dimension. But they can have telepathic conversations with them. The thought is the deed. By simply looking at a photograph of the child, you are immediately in touch with them. Women are definitely better at this kind of communication than men, who seem to surround themselves with all kinds of so-called ‘rational’ obstructions. It is only when you ‘know’ that you can do something, that it works. Like swimming and riding a bicycle, once you have done it you know that you will always be able to do it. It can be frustrating, at first, not knowing whether the message is getting through or not. Eventually, however, you will begin to have a gut feeling about it, and possibly find thoughts in your head that you know you haven’t put there. Let me explain.
A young mother had lost her daughter in a car crash. When she came to see me she was totally distraught, until I taught her how to speak to her daughter telepathically. About three weeks later she came to see me again, and told me that she had been having a conversation with her daughter every night, before going to bed. Her husband had told her not to do this, but she ignored him, telling him that it was the only time she felt at peace. After a week of these ‘conversations’ with her little girl, she heard the child call her. ‘I distinctly heard her say, ‘Mummy!”’ she said. Her eyes glowing, she went on. ‘In the morning, I went into her room and there, sitting in the middle of her bed, was her favourite teddy. When she died, I put all her toys, including the teddy, into a cupboard.’
‘Could your husband have put it there?’ I asked.
‘No,’ she replied. ‘He knows that it would have upset me.’
‘How did he respond when you told him what had happened?’
‘He just wouldn’t believe me,’ she replied. ‘But there’s something else. When I looked into her bedroom the following morning, her recorder was on the bed beside the teddy.’ She laughed delightedly, ‘You see, she is answering me in her own way.’ The little girl continued to communicate in small ways for some time, but her mother was already convinced by these two experiences, and this enabled her to pick up the pieces and live again. Later, she had another daughter.
Some parents try to obtain proof by giving their children tasks to perform. In my opinion they should not do this. If the children can give proof, they will do so. If not, one just has to have masses of faith. There are parents now who communicate regularly with the children they have lost, and they have told me that they can ‘feel’ when their children are around. As one woman said, ‘I feel an excitement when my son is near me; it feels like bubbles rising all around me.’ She is quite right and has become aware of the energy that the children bring with them.
During my first two years as a medium I would think, every night when I went to bed, of the heartrending stories I had heard during the day. I did not think that I could cope with so much sorrow. There was also laughter, of course, but it is the sad stories that stay with you. I gave absent healing, twice a day, to everyone who had visited me and to those seeking help in other ways. I admit to feeling angry when I was unable to help someone who was terminally ill. This anger was the only way I could deal with it at the time. I used to ask for the impossible, and I knew it, but I still asked. Sometimes my prayers were answered and it was this that helped me get up in the morning and start all over again.
I don’t think people are aware of the sacrifices that healers and mediums have to make. I was still trying to have a normal life, to go out with my friends and have fun, but it was becoming impossible. There was just not enough time. I had to make my career my life, or I would only have been doing half a job. It is only enthusiasm and hard work that give results, and in this respect mediumship is no different to any other career. Where it differs from other careers – at least until you have made a name for yourself – is in the fact that it is difficult to share with others. I was extremely careful during the first two years not to discuss my work with anyone other than my clientele and close family and friends. Times have changed, and the paranormal is now being discussed openly on television and in the media in general. I hope that one day there will be television programmes teaching families how to heal within the home. It is quite extraordinary how many families do not touch and hug each other every day. Touching is a way of passing on the energy of pure love, and that is what healing is. It is totally unlike any other kind of love. It is a chemistry that comes from the soul and that is why lovers feel and look incredibly healthy. Even when they are not having a sexual relationship, they still cannot keep their hands off each other. No matter how old you are, being in love can take years off you, and conversely, when the love affair ends it can put years on you. Remember to touch and heal every day, and in doing so you will be reversing the negative energies in your home.
It is wonderful to receive survival evidence, and to know that someone we have lost still cares about us. But how much love and care did we give them whilst they were still alive? In my work I have seen grown men and women distraught with guilt when their late parents communicate with them. They have told me that, although they had loved them, there never seemed to be time to visit them as often as they would have liked. It is very difficult, when one has a family to bring up, or a taxing career, to find the time. But old people need that loving energy more than the young, and it would extend their lives.
Many of my patients believed they had touched the source of that pure love when they experienced a Near Death Experience or NDE – and I will describe this in the next chapter.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
I am very grateful
to those patients who shared their NDEs with me, for teaching me so much about the process of dying, and for confirming my theories about the survival of the mind.
John was an extremely handsome, ambitious man in his early fifties. Because he had asked for healing to rejuvenate his cells, I assumed that he had studied cell therapy. But when I asked him if this was so, he laughed and said, ‘You must be joking. I don’t know anything about it.’
‘So why did you specifically mention the rejuvenation of cells?’ I asked.
‘Because that is what I was taught when I died,’ he replied, and jokingly suggested that I hadn’t realized he was a spirit entity.
‘If I tell you my story,’ he said, ‘you probably won’t believe me.’
‘Try me,’ I suggested.
‘Well,’ he began, ‘two years ago, I had a heart attack. The pain was so excruciating that I lost consciousness. What happened after that was incredible. I was spinning around in space and although I knew I was looking for something, I didn’t know what it was.’ He sighed, and continued. ‘Not that it mattered, because I was so relieved at being free from pain. The next thing I remember was spinning toward a black hole. He shuddered. ‘I was frightened and tried to draw back from it, but I was propelled into it. I didn’t remember anything else until I saw a bright light so dazzling that I had to close my eyes. Then I noticed a man in the distance. He looked very strange, but as I got closer I could see that his image was distorted because he was standing behind a transparent wall.’ I suggested that this was probably an energy screen, and John agreed. Then he continued with his story.
