I am shocked how long it has been since I last wrote into my diary. I have become very busy for the last few months with a new architectural project. Actually, it is another story that I would like to write about as this project is a gift from the Spirit. However, it is a longer story and will have to wait!

The reason I wanted to write today is because I was so touched by a video link a friend send me. Please do watch it.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EBYPlcSD490&feature=youtu.be

The end is such an expression of joy and gratitude that it makes you realize how beatiful our world could be only if we led our lives as a caring community of all living beings in this wonderful eco system. For me it was a beatiful call for such an awareness...

In Istanbul, I did another interesting sitting. This time a female paediatrician came to see me. I previously met her at my workshop. She was grieving over the death of her child. As I started my sitting my mobile phone started ringing. Annoyed that I had forgotten to switch it off, I simply glanced over to see the caller and immediately switched it off. It was a close friend calling and I just left it at that.

I drew a portrait of a lady and was describing personal information. All of a sudden I had to do another drawing. This one was a portrait of a young child who had bandages wrapped around his head. I asked the sitter if she recognised the child. Could it be her child? Was it a patient? She did not recognise the drawing. I asked her to keep the drawing. This could be a reminder of the past, or of what to come.
Later that evening, I switched on my mobile phone and noticed a voice message. It was left by my friend.  She was crying and screaming, and asking for my immediate help. I traced them to a hospital. The story actually unveiled in the emergency room.

My friend took her mother, her five year old daughter and two months old son to the park that evening. As they were leaving, there were few iron steps up from the park to the street level. A man offered to give some assistance. As the man lifted the pram at one end, her two months old son slipped out and fell onto the metal step. They immediately took him to the hospital and found out that his skull is fractured and there was internal bleeding!

It suddenly dawned on me; why I was given this portrait of a boy whose head was wrapped in bandages. The message to me was clear! The child I ‘saw’ had a mischievous smirk on his face. I told my friend that everything will be all right. I am happily to say that the child is now healthy with no neurological damage.

The next day, when I called the paediatrician she was amazed to hear the story behind the child portrait. It took me few days to receive the drawing back. I was even more surprised to see that the drawing was not of a young child but a young man. It seems another clear sign that the child will grow up to be a healthy young man. This is another great example of how Spirit would help us to cope with our lives.

This summer, I had demonstrations in Hong Kong and in Istanbul. I had the intension of updating my diary on my return to London. Unfortunately, when I arrived in Istanbul, my mother was taken ill and all my plans were inevitably put on hold. At the moment, I am glad to say her health is finally improving.

I lived and worked in Hong Kong as an architect and urban designer from 1995 to 2000. So this was my first visit to Hong Kong to do any spiritual work. I knew that there was a growing interest in spiritual and psychic development 10 years ago although I was not involved in it at the time. I was, however, surprised to find out that I was the first visiting medium demonstrating spirit portraits.

In Hong Kong, I had quite a few interesting sittings but there was one which had a very surprising outcome!

This Chinese lady came for a sitting, hoping to communicate with her bellowed father. Her father indeed came through and provided plenty of evidence about his character, clothes etc. all of which were accepted except for one detail; the details of his passing were not accepted.

The father made me feel as though I was falling into a deep sleep, slumping over the chair. This experience was repeated four to five times. Each time the lady shook her head and said ‘no’. Apparently her father tragically jumped to his death.

We left at that but that evening something was bothering me. I ended up calling her the next day, asking if there were any witnesses of the suicide. Her answer was negative. With the information provided by her father, we came to the conclusion that the suicide might not have been committed. He could have just tipped over due to dizziness or consumed too much alcohol. There could be many reasons. In the end, these possibilities were a great comfort to her. It seems that her father did not want her and her mother to suffer from the shame of his suicide.

Each time I have a church service, I would give a brief explanation first and tell the congregation about how I work and say that they should have an open mind as each demonstration is unique and is an experiment.

The two recent services I did in two different churches did illustrate this point very well! In both of them, some of  the portraits drawn and the communication established were very different than any other demonstrations I previously had given.

In Stockwell Spiritualist Church on the 4th of June 2010, the first two portraits turned out to belong to  two living people. Previously, in two other occasions I received portraits which belonged to the people still on earth but both were given privately. This was a first for a church demonstration.

The first portrait was of a gentleman shown as a younger man. The person who did the communication was his mother in spirit. She told us that her son was being given healing. The lady who accepted it later came to collect the drawing and explained that when she came to the church that evening, the first thing she did was to put this gentleman’s name on the healing list. He is in fact an elderly gentleman in hospital who very recently had an operation and in need of healing. This was confirmed and he was receiving it from his mother!

The second portrait was of a lady. A gentleman in congregation said he recognised the person and accepted the information relating to her. He later told us that he saw this lady only few days ago and suggested that she comes to the spiritualist church for a healing. She responded saying she would never be seen in a spiritualist church, yet here she was, may be not in person, but her portrait was in the church! She may now reconsider her decision!

Another first was at the Barnes Healing Church service on the 6th June 2010. One of the drawings given was of a young boy around age of ten. I could also see that there was a lady in spirit standing behind this boy and feeling very proud. I could sense that she was the mother. After I passed on the information, a gentleman sitting in the back raised his hand said the portrait could be of him younger when he lost his mother aged 12. The resemblance to him, even though much older, was striking. His mother chose to have his portrait drawn rather than her own!

I feel that the these stories above show that the drawings and the other information given were not only for the evidence of life after death but also to show us how much involved they are in our daily lives and helping each one of us. And that, I find, is comforting.

Hello everyone

Writing definitely is not one of my gifts therefore I am a bit slow filling in the stories relating to the portraits! I would like to include their stories not only because they help to explain more about the demonstration but also give amazing insides to’ life after death’. I hope you find them as much interesting and enlightening as I do.

I have so far managed to write four of the stories; Anna’s father, Frank Wilkinson, Edith May Wallace and Irene Barton. I will announce them here as I add more in the future. Please click onto the drawings to read their stories.

Below is another story from one of my demonstrations. In this case, it does not relate to any of the portraits in my gallery but as you read, you will know why...


SHE WAS 19 YEARS OLD

Last week, I was at a lecture today given by a well known and respected medium. A lady questioned whether still born children would have spirits and was told that the spirit chooses the person at the moment of conception.

I have no knowledge of such details but this reminded me of a demonstration I did at Clapham Spiritualist Church in 2009. I did the portrait of a young woman. She had long hair and had a garland made of fresh flowers on her hair. I am usually given the character of the person first but it was difficult to feel that with her.

A lady, sitting alone, was hesitant but said ‘I have a daughter and she looks like her sister’. I was given a name so I asked ‘Who is Sophie?’ She said ‘Her name was Sofia’. I said ‘She tells me that her hand never touched the earth?’ The lady replied ‘Yes, she was still born’!!

I then gave her the message from her daughter. She later came to collect the portrait and said Sophia would have been 19 years old if she had lived. Also, hat evening, her husband told her that he wasn’t coming to the church with her but she should come back with a drawing!!!! Obviously, the daughter heard her father’s wish…

It was just before Christmas when I stumbled upon something magical. My earlier wish was to portray this story as the opening blog of my new web site at the beginning of the year. Unfortunately, all had to be delayed until now.
 
A few days before Christmas, on a cold and dark afternoon, I was rushing home from an appointment in Hampstead, London. The avenue, which was lined with tall mature tress and large family homes on both sides, felt deserted. As I rushed on, I noticed an abandoned large bushy plant left outside, leaning against a garden wall. It was a pot of Poinsettia. Its red leaves were strikingly beautiful, even in the dark. Walking on, I couldn’t help myself but worry whether this plant would survive a cold and frosty night.
 
A couple of houses down the Avenue, I had this urge to stop, go back and grab the lonely plant. Meanwhile, thoughts were racing through my mind. Why am I picking this plant? What am I going to do with it? The plant in my hand, I noticed a crack in the pot. Perhaps, this was the reason of its abandonment.
 
Further down the avenue, I saw an elderly gentleman sitting at the bus stop. I offered my plant to him but was refused on the spot. Continuing down the avenue, I turned into a side street. There were again rows of large mansions lining both sides of the street, but no one in sight. Further down the road, I noticed a red pick up truck. As I approached it, I saw a man sitting in the passenger seat. The back of the truck seemed unusually cluttered with tools. The driver outside was gathering what resembled a flask and two cups. The two men were about to go on their way after what appeared like a stop for a tea break. I could not help but notice their thick woollen hats and scruffy jackets. I decided to try my luck and ask if they would be interested in keeping this abandoned plant. I told him that, however lovely it was, since I was going away for a month, keeping the plant in my home would be out of question. The driver took it out of my hand and gave it a good look.
 
He noticed that the pot was broken. He then said he could re-pot it that evening and bring it back to this lady occupying one of those large houses. He also explained that she was the owner of most of the gardens along the street. Earlier that day, she mentioned that she could not be bothered with Christmas this year. I wondered who he was and inquired. He said he was the gardener.
 
At that moment, I knew, we both were messengers! We brought this old lady her Christmas gift. I walked all the way home with a big smile on my face!

Miracles do cross our path everyday, if we care to see…