younger lady was behind the counter and, without warning, as we stood there, a cold blast of air shot through the hut. The lady said, jokingly, that someone had just walked in. As quickly as the cold blast had come, it disappeared and all was as it was before.
     I asked the lady if she had seen anything before. She said she had and told us a story of a picture which, I believe, hung in the kitchen. Every time she looked at it, it wasn't straight, but at an angle. She told us she used to say, "Will you leave the picture alone?" but each time she straightened it, when her back was turned, it was slanted again. Now she reckoned whoever used to do this stopped because for some time the picture had hung straight.
     We thanked the staff in the cafeteria, said our goodbyes, and made our way back to the car. I then realized, as it was a fair distance to Long Melford, I had to pay a "visit". John told me to go to the side of the Nissan Hut and I eventually found it. I was washing my hands, ready to leave the room when, from nowhere, right near me I heard a young man's voice say, "Are you alright, Margaret?" I realized I was the only there and could not understand where the voice came from.
     I recalled this to John when I got back to the car. All in all it was a good day at Thorpe Abbotts and we were really glad we went.
     Anybody who is thinking about flying over to East Anglia, Thorpe Abbotts is a very nostalgic and sometimes eerie place to be. We will go again. There is nowhere more nostalgic than visiting a WWII base which has seen so much death and had so many brave young men living there in the past. It's nice to think that some of them still keep their eye on the place.

THE CALL

Awakening the Angelic Human

By Toni Sar'h Petrinovich

To find out more about this book, read the excerpt below, then go HERE to listen to the author speak about his book and to learn where it can be purchased.

BOOK EXCERPT FROM "THE CALL"

     Then to my amazement and, to John's amazement, I suddenly turned to him. What made me do it, I still have no idea, but it came out of the blue.
     "John, I am not being flippant, but HI MAN."
     That was the one thing that proved to John, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that Peter was there. He always used to say to John when he came in, "Hi Man!!!!" Also, I picked up strongly, glue sniffing and somehow I felt that Peter had got into a crowd who experimented this awful habit. It had been suspected at the time of his death that this was the case. His death was tragic and if I live to be a hundred, I will always say that he did not mean to take his own life. He was found at work.
     Peter was a very good basketball player and was team captain of this team. His one dream in life was to go and play in America and his idol was Magic Johnson. Even that day, he had rung up Margaret and asked her to have the evening meal early as it was basketball practice. Those were to be the last words he spoke to his mum. His boss, at the engineering firm where he worked, asked him that day to clean a big machine that they had had delivered. He was really proud that he had been asked to do this job. I feel strongly that under the influence of glue, he hallucinated and got caught up in the rope near the machine. I feel he thought he was the ball and slipped. A tragic accident and nobody will ever sway me to think otherwise.
     Tears were shed then. Now I knew why we had to move up North and out of all the applicants, I got the job in that little shop. Not only that, but Margaret knew some of the staff who had been at Brown & Egans all those years when she was growing up and spending holidays in Cleethorpes. I must inform everyone who reads this story that Cleethorpes and Grimsby are almost joined. One goes onto the other.
     Somehow, and it must have taken such working out by Spirit, that I would befriend Margaret.
     Wally and myself were invited to Margaret's first granddaughter's christening in the beautiful church - All Saints, Long Melford - where Peter was buried. In the sunshine, the prettiest of churches and much loved by tourists and the people in the Long Melford area. This church had much history.
     After we came out of the church, Margaret took me on one side and asked if I would like to visit his grave. Of course I said yes and we walked together round the corner and into the cemetery. When we got there, Margaret just crumpled and I held her whilst she cried such bitter tears. She let all her feelings out and I just held her tight. I realized then how badly Peter's death had hit her and she was very vulnerable as to be expected.
     This all happened 16 years ago and still Margaret and myself are so close - very much like sisters. It took
some years for her to laugh again,

but as I am always joking and playing the fool, this helped her I feel. I know privately that they both still suffer. How does one get over the loss of a child?
     One time, not long after I got to know both Margaret and John, we were invited with my daughter Adele, her husband, Adam, and my little granddaughter Abigail, just two, for a meal. This was the first time Margaret had met some of my family. Unfortunately, Wally had the flu so stayed at home. It was New Year's Eve. Adele asked if she could take Abbie upstairs to the bathroom to change her diaper. I was in the kitchen washing dishes, John was drying them, Margaret and Adam were in the lounge. Suddenly, Adele came down with Abbie in a state of shock.
     "Mum, didn't you hear me call for you?"
     "No," I replied. This, in itself, was odd as she really shouted for me and I was right underneath the bathroom. I asked her what was the matter.
     "Mum, she's seen Peter."
     Apparently, Abbie had pointed at something behind Adele and said, "Peter, Peter." When Adele said "picture", little Abbie said, "No, Peter." Adele was shocked and when she looked, she saw no one.  Relating this to us all, Adam took Abbie around the room looking at photos of Peter at different stages of his life. Nothing happened until they came to the picture that is in Loved Ones on this website and was taken only three months before he passed. Abbie pointed to the picture and said as clearly as anything for a two-year-old, "Deres Peter." Tears were shed that night I can tell you.
     Since those days, Peter has proved in photos, taking objects and things happening in the house, both mine and his Mum's house, that though he may be out of sight now, he's certainly very much with us all still. He has also given much information to me to tell his Mum and Dad that it has to be him.
     Aunty Rose James, way up there in distant Grimsby knew from spirit that John and Margaret would need help and she must have arranged it back in 1980. Peter passed on August 12, 1991, eleven years later. I bless her and thank her for somehow getting me all the way up there, and in time, into her stationers, just so Margaret could get the help she badly needed.
     To lose a beloved child, I hope you will never experience, but I know there are many who are members of this club nobody wants to join. Since I was asked to be the resident Spiritualist Medium for this site, I have met online more mums who Margaret has befriended (being the wonderful, caring, warm person she is) and helping them by writing to them and doing what she can.
     Yes, Spirit work in wonderful ways. I am sorry that it was the death of a beloved son that brought Margaret and I together, but my life too would not be pleasant without my sister as she has become to me.

Angie Christie is The Night Watchman Chronicles site Spiritualist Medium doing readings both in her home and online.