My Own Experience

For the last twelve years now I have been developing and opening up to the wonderful existence of Spirit. My very first introduction was when I was invited to attend my local Spiritualist Church. Prior to this my upbringing was as a Catholic, but after my mum’s passing in November 1995, my feelings towards the Catholic faith diminished somewhat.
I embarked on a personal journey of self-discovery to find ‘my truth’. Through trying to cope with the passing of Mother, there was this need and want to find the TRUTH. I presume fuelled by the overwhelming desire to understand why my mother was taken away from me. Many questions circled my being, why could someone so beautiful and caring who did everything she could to help others be taken away so young? Why had God taken her away?
Of course I had a lot of resentment and anger towards God, and most importantly towards myself. Through this I started to question my beliefs and the existence of God, is there a God, and if there was why did this happen to me? Why did this happen to my Mother?
So through my sadness I spent time in reflection and prayer, praying to Jesus and God. Asking to be shown the truth and to be guided towards the right path for me. So I was introduced to a friend who introduced me to the Spiritualist Church. Naturally I was uncertain and a little unsure of what to expect, as this was a completely new experience to me. Which at the time was out of my understanding, but I went along and found the overall experience very exciting. There was a part where the Medium said to us all, which stuck out for me, and that was to go home and talk to our loved ones. Later after the service I went and asked the Medium what they meant by that? And they explained to go home and speak to my mother as if she was in the room with me. I found this quite odd, and rather hard to digest. But I took it on board and the next day I sat in my room at home, not feeling very safe and protected, as I did not have a very good relationship with my father to say the least.
I quietly sat on my bed, in reflection for a while, and then plucked up the courage to speak out loud to my mother as if she was in the room with me. As I did so I had this overwhelming sense of warmth and pure love, I was consumed with emotion. I again asked mum is this you? And the feelings became more intense. I was completely amazed but also deeply emotional and confused. I asked my mother if this was a truthful experience and not a figment of my imagination fuelled by the need and want to believe, that this could be my mother communicating with me. I asked her if she could possibly send me a message through a medium next Sunday at Church, to bring forth confirmation and further knowledge of her existence in the next life. Sure enough I had my confirmation, and I was enthralled by this, and continued to attend Church receiving beautiful confirmation of my Mothers existence.
Having this knowledge fuelled my desire to want to learn more about this unseen world, made me want to ‘see’ it even more. So I started to develop and open up and slowly but surely I did, bit by bit, I began to ‘see’, and I continued to do so.