The year was 1962 and I had just arrived back from Singapore. My husband, at that time, was in the Royal Air Force (RAF) and the posting was a very happy one for me. On arriving back, we stayed at my Mum's house in Lancashire, England. This is the story I wish to relate to you.
     The bedroom we slept in was in darkness. Suddenly, the room lit up by a very bright light similar to a long neon strip light. This light faded and brightened a few times. Then, to my astonishment, it came back making the figure 9. This faded and, suddenly, back the light came making the figure 7. After this phenomenon, it changed again to the original 1. Adding these amazing figures, I realized that I had seen 1971 shown to me. In those far off days, this meant nothing to me until, years later, we moved to the county of Suffolk, where I live. The year was 1971!
     Life, at that time, was not a happy one as my children were bullied at school. This upset me very much and I had to consider how to deal with this for my children's sake. Spiritualism was quite unknown to me in those days although I had received healing for several complaints during previous years. I decided to study about Spirit, reading books and listening to people, and this included the dark side or occult, but I did not want to be involved with either.
     As the bullying continued to make lives a misery, I kept having black thoughts, drawing me toward the dark side and, to my horror, looking back now, even thought to stop the bullying by witchcraft.
     One day, it was a Monday, I wanted to get on with cleaning the house when I suddenly heard a voice in my head telling me to go into the town and find out where the Spiritualist Church was. Also, to check on the times of the services. This voice nagged at me. It would not leave me alone so, in the end, I decided to listen to it. I just had to obey.
     That particular Sunday, I went to my very first service. It was as if Spirit were leading me to the right path and stopping me from the other path of dark. The voice had led me to the light. In a sense, it was as if they had grabbed hold of me and their persistence had made me see sense. You could say I was 'Spiritualist saved.'
     As the years went by, I eventually developed as a healer myself. The light making in that bedroom in 1962 of 1971 was the year they had predicted for me. I will say I became a Spiritualist, a staunch one at that, helping others with my healing which lasted 36 years.

Note: This story was told to Angie Christie by Brenda who, sadly, is now in her beloved Spirit. She is missed by Angie very much as she was not only her friend, but a wonderful healer. She did not care or was not embarrassed at trying to help anyone she came into contact with. Angie's late wonderful dog, Saxon, always used to put his paws on the healing stool when 'Aunty' came to give me healing. She adored dogs and he adored her.