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Issue No. 5

June 2008 Issue

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     Three years ago, we found out that our brother-in-law had developed cancer, lymphoma. There were a lot of highs, a lot of lows, a lot of battle for him and my sister. There were a lot of trips for them out to Edmonton to see specialists for new treatments, dietary changes, vitamins, whatever would work. The fall of 2004, he finally gave up on treatments and decided to battle it out on his own. He was doing really well until last fall when he had a relapse and was off to Winnipeg for more treatment. At Christmas, he seemed to be doing well, but in January, he started to take a turn for the worse and had to be hospitalized. He resumed chemotherapy treatment here in Brandon which resulted in a roller coaster of return visits in and out of the hospital.
     The week of March 20, this year, he took a major downfall. The doctors told him that there was no more that they could do for him on March 24, and they placed him in the local palliative care facility known as the Assiniboine Center. When I found that out, I started to wear a Celtic amulet known as a "serpent knot" every day. Something was compelling me to keep it on.
     The next week, I became really sick. I thought it was just a virus. I was so sick that I couldn't eat, drink, shower, or any of the things a person does when they go about their daily business. I'm a student, and I even attended school the next week for two days, but I was deteriorating quickly, not recovering the way I should have been. That Wednesday, I was hospitalized with pneumonia of all things - the first time since I'd been a child. Strangely enough, the hospital was adjacent and connected to the Assiniboine Center. There was a woman in the room who was waiting for placement in the Assiniboine. Friday morning, the nurses came to get the woman as there was a bed that had just opened up over there. I instantly knew who had died much to my sadness. Bob, my brother-in-law, had passed away peacefully in the night.
     This is rather uncanny. As delirious as I was, I still remember this dream clearly, and it still rattled me although I know that no harm was meant to me or anyone else around me. I'm not sure if the amulet I had been wearing had any bearing on whether I invoked this being or not.
     A spirit/entity came to me in my dreams and he told me that he was the "Green Man/Brown Man" - not just the Green Man. I have a handcrafted wooden walking stick made out of wood so perfectly straight and beautifully knotted that I purchased on a whim last year, but have rarely used. In the dream, this spirit/entity was instructing me that on the day of the funeral I should tap the bottom of the stick firmly on the ground - "three times, no more, no less." Of course, in my dream I tried to tap it the traditional seven times, but he kept insisting three times and made me repeat it until I got it right. Then he instructed me to grab the stick by the bottom and tap the stick on the ground once with the top end, all with my left hand, then to wave my right hand vertically out from my head to my waistline. After that, he showed me where he was going to show up in the graveyard, but I never had the chance to see it as I wasn't well enough to go to the funeral, much to my dismay.
     The day of the funeral came. It was a beautiful day here, April 12. While the funeral was going on, I did what I had been instructed to do and it really lent me a sense of peace, harmony and relief. I felt really bitter, though. I had lost a friend and I hadn't even had the chance to say goodbye. It somehow didn't seem fair as he was only 56.
     A few days later, when I started feeling better and could think more clearly, I realized what had happened to me. I felt an overwhelming sense of panic. I've done some research on this being, but there's very limited information regarding him. I know this much - he is an ancient Celtic God.
     In a chance meeting at a craft sale in Winnipeg last month, I talked to a wonderful woman of the Bahia (Baha) faith about this. She said not to be alarmed, but to seek what this might mean and why my spirit guides/angels might have placed this on my path. While we were driving home that night, back to Brandon, I began thinking about the encounter. The being was short in stature, and he was brown, but he was also green if you can picture that. He was very old, wizened, and he reminded me of Merlin, the great magician of King Arthur's court. He was very kind, very patient, but very stern when it came to me learning my lessons. He wasn't threatening at all. But why the insistence on being known as the "Brown Man" as well? I have so many questions, but I think the only one who can answer them is me.
     I've been speculating the idea that he might have been showing me how to open the door or gate between the realms so that Bob would have safe passage. Speculation... I'm nothing special. It doesn't seem to stop with me and I hope it never does. It helps me appreciate the intricate nature and beauty of the life and death process. There's a beauty in death that defies all when a soul passes through the realms of this world and the next. Though we may miss those that we love, they're in a better, more beautiful place. And, if that love is strong enough, we'll find each other again. But, that's knowledge that not all are meant to know and that not all would understand. The world isn't ready for the truth yet.

     I may have observed a brief possession in my infant foster child a few months back. I will relate the occurrence and let you decide. For a little background, William was shaken by his biological father to the point of near death when he was five weeks old. He has since mostly recovered and is only developmentally two to three months behind schedule.
     On to the possible possession incident. One evening my wife had put Will to bed like normal. He was still adjusting to sleeping through the night. We heard him crying so my wife went to soothe him. She brought Will into the living room and sat down with him in her arms and he stopped crying. This is when my wife noticed his eyes. Will was staring at her with great intent. She asked me to have a look and see what I thought. I looked at Will. He was staring at my wife with what can best be described as malice - a wide-eyed, unblinking, focused gaze. He was only seven months old and had never given a look like that before. He especially liked to laugh.
     Since his trauma, the doctor mentioned that he might have seizures. Staring was supposed to be a symptom. So I placed my hand between his eyes and my wife's eyes. At this point, he quickly changed his gaze directly to my eyes. It seemed as though he was looking with knowing eyes. It gave me goose bumps. His pupils were slightly dilated in the dim light. I turned the light on bright and his pupils responded by contracting, but his stare at me stayed the same until I moved my hand from blocking his view of my wife. When I removed my hand, he returned his gaze at my wife. It it was a seizure, his gaze would not have changed.
      There was another thing that was disturbing. His breathing was almost like a pant. If you have seen "The Exorcist", that was the look and breathing Will had. Something was looking out of Will's eyes and continued so for a few minutes. My wife and I were spooked. However, this being my house, I would not allow such a thing to happen in it. So, in the name of Jesus Christ, I bound the evil entity permanently out of Will and asked the Holy Spirit to protect his soul. After speaking this a few times with increasing authority and conviction, Will's breathing returned to normal and his eyes softened. Within five minutes, his eyes were drifting into drowsiness. Will went back to sleep that night, but my wife and I couldn't sleep for a few more hours. Fortunately, the incident has not reoccurred.

DO ANIMALS SURVIVE DEATH? continued... By Angie Christie      Mrs. Kenyon was a widow, losing her husband to a heart attack. Mr. Kenyon owned a German Shepherd. Her nurse daughter came to stay with her mum and when the day of the funeral came, the dog was locked away in a room so he could not see. They only had a short trip to the cemetery in Stowupland as it was on the opposite side of the road and about 150 yards down from the cottage. When the little service was over in the nearby church and everyone had left the cemetery, they went back to the dog. The next day, the German Shepherd went missing and a frantic search was made for him. They looked everywhere, but no sign. On an impulse, they went to the cemetery and there, lying on the grave of his master and crying, was Mr. Kenyon's dog. How, she said to me, did the dog know where to go? It was 'Greyfriar's Bobby' all over again.      Years ago, I had a neighbor called Joan. She once had a dog called Shane. She had a violent husband who passed with a heart attack some years previously and, one night, Shane saved her from abuse by getting between her husband and herself. Shane told said husband, in no uncertain way, that woe betide he hit his beloved mistress.      Joan had only been next door for about six months when I went round for a cup of tea one evening. Whilst Joan was making the tea, I suddenly saw Shane, who I recognized from a photo, sitting and winking at me on the side of the fireplace. I realized he was telling me about a bad eye. When I called to Joan to ask if Shane ever had a bad eye, she came in and looked blankly at me. 'No, definitely not' was her reply. 'Sorry, Joan, but Shane is showing me his bad eye. He is winking at me'.      All that night and, for almost two weeks after that, she turned this over in her mind, but could not remember this. Until, one day, she drove into Sudbury to visit her medium friend, Eleanor, and another lady who she used to live near. Joan mentioned to Eleanor about Shane having a bad eye and even Eleanor said NO, he never had. The other visitor said, 'Joan, how could you forget the day you rushed him to the vet with that bad eye?' Joan had always said, 'I want to believe in life after death, but I need absolute proof.' That night, I came home from work and she ran up to me and hugged me, looked into my eyes and said, "HELLO MEDIUM". I remember grinning at her and saying, "Crumbs, that took you long enough." She kept saying how ashamed she felt about not remembering, but I said that we forget lots of things in life - we are only human.      Joan, who was never ill, after telling us the year she had lived near us was the happiest she had ever spent, suddenly passed to Spirit with a heart attack. I remember sitting, waiting in the office for my time to catch the bus home when I, suddenly, had to swivel round and look at the clock. It said 5:10 pm. At the same time, her son heard her voice, 'Keith, I have passed.' I know that her beloved Shane would be with her and she always vowed she would not be coming back. Knowing Joan, she will keep to that. She passed at exactly 5:10 and must have made me look round at the office clock.      During my work, I often see animals at our services rushing to someone's side. When I say this to people, just the joy on their faces makes this work all worth while.      Another true story of animals happened when I was taking an evening over at Brightlingsea in Essex. The doors were closed. I noticed a gentleman sitting by himself in the front row. Suddenly, bounding through the closed door came a lovely Retriever. This dog bounded over to the man and sat in front of him with tail wagging. Suddenly, a lady stood by his side too and, in her hand, she held an unlit candle. She was his mother and she asked me to say the name 'Sally'. I told him about the dog, his mum and the name Sally. He said that he had three year's, previously, lost his retriever and she was called Sally. I asked him why his mum was holding an unlit candle. He replied, "My Sally passed to Spirit three years ago today and this is the first year I did not light her candle."      I do not call Spiritualism a religion like other churches are known as religion. Our way of thinking and way of life is for the higher good - to teach others that there is a wonderful life after this stay on the earth plane. Being able to see a much loved pet who is no longer on Earth come in to comfort its master or mistress is all the proof needed. That, however other religions look upon the soul, or as we like to say The Spirit, the driving force of all life comes from inner knowledge. Since being here, I have lost my German Shepherd, Saxon. He almost reached his 13th birthday and, looking at all the photos I have of him, I know his Spirit is still around. How can anybody tell you differently?      I often get asked by people if their pets are okay and happy. I tell them that there are always kind hands to take their beloved pet on the moment of its Spirit leaving. Kind hands that will be guardians to animals until they can be reunited once again. However many years pass, it makes no difference.      In our sanctuaries around the world, everyone, regardless of creed, belief or color, will be welcome. We are not a sect. We are as one in the knowledge that life exists after this one and hopefully, in the future, barriers will be smashed to the ground and everyone will share the knowledge of an afterlife as we do.