A Spiritual Prophecy

Dictated to Angie Christie by Brenda Meade

My story began in 1962 when our family arrived back in England from my husband's posting in Singapore. This is a true account of what happened in that year.

Whilst we had to wait for a Quarter to come up with the Royal Air Force, we moved in with my Mum who lived in Lancashire, England. We slept in the back bedroom of my Mum's house and when the light was switched off, it was very dark. One night we were settling down to sleep when, suddenly, the room lit up with a very strong light which appeared to be on the ceiling. It was similar to a neon strip light and very bright. This light came and disappeared a couple of times.

The first time it came, it was a long strip of light. After disappearing, it came back, and this time, made the shape of the number nine. We surmised, in our astonishment, that the first time was a number one. Again it disappeared and came back, this time making a number seven. It disappeared again, came back and we saw the number one again. It was clear to us that we had been given, by this mysterious light, the date of 1971. After this, the light made the shape of a ball and shot into the corner of the ceiling before it dimmed and disappeared.

To say that we were shaken up was an understatement. I thought to myself, "1971?" The date meant nothing to me in the year 1962. I almost forgot about it.

That is, until we moved to Suffolk County where I live now. In those far off days, my children were getting badly bullied by children and I was at my wits end. I was feeling very protective of them and the ordeal that they were suffering. This also had a detrimental effect on me.

I did not consider myself, in those days, a Spiritualist, although my step-father was. I had, in the past, received healing for numerous ailments to some degree of success. My mind started to turn to thoughts of Spiritualism and I read up a lot on the subject. Because I was so low at this time, thoughts of the Dark Side of life were coming into my mind and, I am ashamed to say, if I could have found somebody who would help me stop the bullying, I would probably have turned to the Dark. All this was read out of books and I want to say, at this point in my story, I never did attempt to take it any further. My aura must have been very dark at this time as the bullying just continued and this did not help.

One day - I remember it was a Monday - I wanted to get on with cleaning the home. Suddenly, I heard a "silent" voice in my head telling me to go into the town and find where I could visit a Spiritualist Church and to get the times of the services. All day this message was sent to me and, in the end, I just had to obey. That Sunday, I went to my first service. It was as if Spirit were telling me that I was not going any further down the "dark" path, but into the light of Spirit. In a sense, I felt that the church was saving me.

I kept going to the Church and, in time, I trained to become a healing channel to help others. This I have done for the past 36 years. The year I first entered a Spiritualist Church which had such a profound affect on me was - 1971.

So, if anyone from any other religious denomination asks me, "Have you been saved?" I can truly say I have.