A wonderful evening with Psychometry

On Tuesday evening I attended a spiritualist class, having missed the last two sessions, due to other commitments. I’m hoping the sessions will give me the foundations to start a mediumship training, because it’s something I’ve always been interested in. I was extremely excited to find out that we were using objects as a means of psychic communication. My dad had psychic abilities but having had no other opportunities to test them out, I was pretty sceptical about what I would discover.

After meditation which revealed nothing substantial, apart from a few words which kind of popped into my head and an encounter with a fat lady wearing an apron, I was apprehensive about psychometry. Our leader passed around a photo in a brown envelope and using our psychic abilities we were required to describe what photograph was concealed within. I knew it was a picture of a dark haired man and a lady, on holiday, both accurate statements, although I thought they were on holiday at the seaside. They weren’t, but I was the only person to get those first two statements correct. Admittedly I wasn’t overly impressed because I thought that a photo of a man and a woman was a pretty popular photo.

For the final act of the evening, I received a wallet from my partner Martin and I was required to say anything that came into my head about where the wallet came from. Needless to say I knew nothing about this man, and I was extremely worried about making a fool of myself. I said that he had bought it in a market, and although it wasn’t sentimental, it was very important to him. There was a connection with a woman, but I didn’t know anymore than that. I said that he had either dropped it or mislaid it a few times, and he always carried it about on his person. He also became sad and miserable when he looked at it. I said that he knew he had to replace it but he couldn’t bring himself to do it just yet. Martin said nothing to me as I rattled out these statements and I started to worry, thinking that it was all rubbish which I was making up. So imagine my surprise when he said at the end of the session that it had all been 100% accurate and he hadn’t wanted to disturb my flow and concentration. He had bought the wallet from a market stall and it was either bought by a lady, or sold by a lady at the stall. It made him sad, because the first wallet which was identical, was a present by an ex-girlfriend. He said he knew he had to replace it, but he didn’t want to, because of the past connections. He had also dropped it and it had been picked up by the police. I was totally amazed with all of these revelations. I can’t explain how I knew it, but it was like the words popped in my head, and I said them, trusting my own abilities.

Martin took my phone and gave me accurate descriptions of my personality, which I wasn’t surprised about because he has done readings with people before. But still hearing this man I didn’t know that well, tell me things which only close friends and family know was pretty amazing.

I am a full believer in the spirit world, and for me personally this further proved that objects contain their owner’s thoughts and feelings which can be picked up psychically.

Hope you’re having a great week. Adios!

A week in paradise

A huge hello to my best friend who is on holiday in Australia right now and who will be reading my blogs. Enjoy yourself.

Two weeks ago I spent a very enjoyable week in a little village called Sheepwash, near Exeter. I was staying in large house owned by a freelance journalist, and immediately Deborah and her family made me extremely welcome. It had been a long journey and what better welcome than two slices of banana bread and a cup of tea.

For the whole week I spent every day curled up in the lounge under a rug, with my laptop on my knee, tea being brought in regularly as I battled with editing my debut novel. Every night from 4pm the log fire was lit and it was better than anything I could have imagined. I hadn’t looked at the middle part of the first draft since about the beginning of this year so you can imagine what it looked like; a big, mismatch of writing that seemed relatively good on first impressions but delving into it I realised it wasn’t. A lot of scenes were moved around, edited or even deleted until I was completely satisfied. Now I’ll be honest with you, I’m still not satisfied with any of it. It’s certainly getting there and I’m having a lot of fun playing with my characters and watching them interact with each other.

During the week I worked 8 hour days, even managing to squeeze a 1700 word short story in as well, and Deborah allowed me to work until one day when she encouraged me to go for a walk, saying I looked pale. I wasn’t sure whether to take that as a compliment. Certainly when I got back I felt much more refreshed. On Friday I received a huge surprise from Deborah, who said that on the following evening, we would be having four guests. Two ladies who would stay the night and their friends from Devon would be coming for dinner. It turned into such a fun night and I’m not ashamed to say that having consumed only a salad leaf from my starter, I ran enthusiastically from the table to fetch my notebook and start scribbling helpful ideas for my novel from all of the guests. The help was much appreciated even though I probably looked like a child on Christmas Day. The highlight of the night was definitely the lighting and waving of the sparklers in Deborah’s dining room. So it got a bit smoky and we nearly all died from choking, but I have never laughed so much in my whole life. It leaves me with a lot of good memories. Thanks to everyone who was there and I will definitely be returning to Sheepwash next year, when I’m a published author. Well, I can dream can’t I? But seriously the whole week gave me a lot of confidence and I at least proved to myself that I have the commitment and dedication to put in the hard work required to become an author.

My temper and a little old man

The adventures of my protagonists will continue on this again, very cold morning. But until I start I feel the inevitable need to tell you about my wonderful service to the community.

I deliver Kleeneze catalogues; you know the sort, the ones that arrive through your front door and you curse and either do one of the following things:

1)      Throw them back outside to get wet.

2)      Throw them in the bin.

Thankfully having reached my customer base, and having a loyal band of followers, I do not ever come across number 1 or 2, but I have done in the past. I only ever once lost my temper with a little, old man who lives on the outskirts of Stafford. I parked opposite his house, not blocking anyone’s drive and after pushing the catalogue through his door he at once came marching out swearing and shouting at me. I merely said he didn’t own the road, to his first look of distain that my car was parked opposite the house. Then he started to rant about Kleeneze; he neither cared nor understood that each representative is individual and no amount of phone calls to the headquarters will change that fact, and mean he won’t get another catalogue from someone else. Three times I told him that we were all self-employed and worked for ourselves. He didn’t listen and I walked off with his shouting ringing in my ears and a parting phrase of; ‘don’t worry I won’t ever come to your house again.’

That is a very unique experience and I’m also quite proud to say I lost my temper. Well, he deserved it. Kleeneze allows me to get out and about, and I normally drag my Mum with me for company. 74 catalogues are going out this afternoon, not something I want to do but know I have to do it; and on my round I have to listen to Justin and Grace, the characters from my novel, protesting about why they haven’t left Canary Wharf yet.

Have a great weekend everyone.

The adventures of a MD and his Company Secretary

A very cold morning here in Stafford, leads me to write my very first blog. I'm indebted to two friends for encouraging me to contribute to this phenomena. I’m very excited and so it is with a bit of trepidation and a huge amount of excitement I scribble.

The first draft of my novel is complete, and I’ve read the first 73 pages with a mixture of sympathy for my characters and a bit of, what the hell are they doing? It always amazes me that each time I read it there’s always something new to change.

My gorgeous MD has finally consummated his relationship with the company’s secretary, and I can only apologise to him about the delay in writing this particular sex scene. As friends and fellow writers will tell you, it is not my forte, a definite weakness and a huge sigh of relief accompanied the completion of the scene. So why have I felt the need to write another sex scene? Honestly…I have no idea; the old cliché, it seemed like a good idea at the time still stands and you’ll have to wait for the publishing of my debut novel to wait and see whether both scenes work. At this point, I’d like to just tell you, that my MD has no complaints whatsoever and would surely like more scenes but the phrase; ‘dream on,’ drops from my lips.

Until tomorrow, have a great day.