Zooming to Spiritualism

My good friends at the Spiritualist Church in York, United Kingdom contacted me here in Green Bay, Wisconsin in the USA and asked me if I would take part in a service over Zoom. They commissioned me to create a reading. Here is footage of the reading I did and a written version which is more detailed (So therefor even more interesting).

The full story below includes Toad-in-the-Hole.

I’ve been thinking about messages. Different ones come to mind from throughout the years. The most stunning one I can think of came from the very well-known Steven Holbrook or rather from his guide. According to his biographer Steven’s guide died as an army corporal in the 14 / 18 war; that’s why Steven’s hand screws up when he starts. He also told me that the guide gets everybody lined up in spirit and orders them to have facts and figures ready.

My friend was also his promoter at the time and would arrange large venues. I am more used to the smaller environment of a spiritualist centre or church where you get to know people and visiting mediums give their time for a small fee to keep them in pocket. Steven is far more popular however so as well as smaller church services he travels widely filling large venues. I was asked to go along and help set up. This meant I was OK to be able to sit in on the evening.

The message I recall went something like this. “Is there anybody here who has a caravan?” He indicated an area of the audience and someone within those rows said yes she lived in one. (Steven always asks that people respond vocally a yes or no, so he can connect.) “Ah yes you live in the caravan with your parents who are sat next to you don’t you.” ‘Yes.’ “I have your husband here with me, he passed away following a car accident thirteen months ago didn’t he.” ‘Yes.’ (Steven then said the colour and make of car, but I can’t properly remember.) “He didn’t pass away straight away though did he, he died later in hospital didn’t he.” ‘No.’ Your parents were never happy about the two of you living together in the caravan with them without you being married were they.” ‘No.’ “So you got a priest into the hospital didn’t you.” ‘Yes.’ “And you got married the night before he died didn’t you.” ‘Yes.’ “But you didn’t have a wedding ring did you.” ‘No.’ “So you used a thin gold chain didn’t you.” ‘Yes.’ “And you have lost that necklace haven’t you.” ‘Yes.’ “There is a television in the caravan on a unit which has three drawers in it.” ‘Yes.’ “In the bottom drawer there are three photo albums aren’t there.” ‘Yes.’ “A red one, a grey ne, and a black one.” ‘Yes.’ The grey one is in the middle.” ‘Yes.’ “The necklace is in there.”

I told this story to a sceptical friend and she said, “And was the necklace there.” You can’t please everybody.

We engage with our spirituality at different levels as we go through this material realm. Presently I would say I connect with spirit; I have at times worked with spirit. Tea leaves, runes, crystal. People would say things like, “Have you been in our house!” – “How did you know what?” “Yes I am pregnant.” (I wasn’t to blame!)

A wonderfully detailed message I received recently about my father’s steam days memoires mentioned that my students had been colourising black and white photographs. One that was mentioned was a plate layers engine which put down new lines. There is a picture like that. I haven’t yet seen all the work the students of done, so although I didn’t know of such a B/W picture which has been colourised I took the information to take away with me. The next day I opened a folder of my old artwork and there were colourised images. I recalled that the medium had also said that my father had visited and liked my wife. I then remembered that she had talked about my line drawings and how I could use some in the railway book. She also said she had seen work of mine in my blog where I had colourized parts of each line drawing and that I should do that for the book too. Now I realise what my late father was referring to. He meant I had to do it.

On a past visit that evening’s clairvoyant medium came to me with detailed information. The only person it could be was my maternal grandmother. The medium said it was not something she had ever done before but that the lady in spirit insisted that she gave me a recipe. She then went on to not only describe the recipe for Toad-in-the-Hole (Sausages roasted in a large Yorkshire pudding) but to act it out as if she was making it. She laughed and said that she had no idea why she was doing this. Now they do say to not feed the medium. They don’t mean with sausages, they mean with information, but on this occasion I felt I had to explain. A week or so before this, I had held a barbeque in my yard at the mews where I lived. It had poured with rain and hardly anybody came. So I ended up with bags and bags of sausages. I froze them all, the freezer was jam-packed. Trouble was I couldn’t get near anything else in there, every time I opened it I thought, oh no not another sausage butty. One can only take so many sausage sandwiches. That was why my grandmother was teaching me to make a healthy filling meal.

I came here to the church one time when I was feeling really down and the medium said I was going to be playing guitar. No I said. He described my late friend who I often get messages from, who accompanies me to festivals etc. Your friend here in spirit has a guitar and he means, you are going to be playing a tune. The next day in Rotherham I was given all the difficult students to engage in poetry writing, they did brilliant. I was sent the appraisal forms afterwards; one of the students had written right across the form, “Adrian Rocks.”

I don’t really understand where that translation glitch comes from. We are all different and connect in many different ways. Yet sometimes the meaning becomes clear later. Sometimes the transition from spirit, through a guide, through a medium, through a church hall doesn’t always flow as clearly or as pointedly as intended. That is where we come in. We sit here with our hands palm up upon out knees and we engage with spirit. I believe that is our main role. It is not to sit and hope for a message, it is to engage with the great spirit. We are part of the conduit and we can strengthen the flow. Yes we might receive words and images with personal connection, we will. We will receive confirmation of the ongoing nature of existence. It is bigger than a personal thing though. We are in this together. As we are here together we become part of a greater story; the story of the ongoing existence of the human spirit. The connection between worlds. The hope and the love of a myriad of souls. We are one and we are part of that story. We listen and acknowledge. We empower. This is our connection and we are working together to make it as strong, as beautiful, as valuable, as meaningful as we possibly can. We all have something to take away from this with us – A sense of contribution.

 

All Before Us

All Before Us

I shall be performing this poem tonight as part of my presentation; Adrian Spendlow, Spiritualist, survivor, poet, storyteller and blogger presents his life journey with the title – I Don’t Know.

All Before Us

Just think of all the lives that have lived before us

So many souls who have walked this way

What I wouldn’t give to see all their pathways

Yes how I’d hope to inherit their happiness

It is good I suppose to not feel all their sufferings

Let’s just hope we don’t repeat all they’re mistakes

We owe them a debt I reckon to walk somehow taller

Straighter yes and prouder through all that heritage

Oh walk us life, down a path, deep trod with experience

Feel the past’s arms supporting us and pointing ways

Our instinctual kindred learnt so much through their struggles

Perhaps some of that knowledge is tied up inside of us

Enough to know not to trample other folk for our gain

Millions have live and died with their eyes on the future

Their hopes cried aloud to all that would listen

Not just for themselves, or their own, but us all

We hear you our kindred, our families, our truth

We take what you offer foundations, our roots

So many that have lived and died stand before us

So many souls that once walked are still with us

Let us step through their visions with their will to survive

Then maybe together we might dare say,

‘We’ve arrived’

….Adrian Spendlow

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