Circa 1979 - 1980

My first 'spooky' encounter was at a very young age, sleeping cosily in my cot in a dimly lit bedroom at my old house in Great Amwell. It was evening time, dark, but with the landing light gently illuminating the upstairs landing.

As I began to doze off, I distinctly heard by my left hand side a very deep (but not at all threatening) male voice saying to me ‘Hello...’, ‘Hello... What’s your name ?’ several tmes over a period of what I would estimate to be about a minute.

Even as a small child, I knew that this kind of thing should definitely not be happening. I knew even then that this was not normal. It was late at night, there was nobody around me at the time and I was just a little perturbed by this new experience of mine at that young and tender age. So, I shut it out. Blanked it.

As time went by, I simply put the event down to my own over-active imagination. And so, blissfully content back in the ‘real world’ (whatever that is) I went about my normal every day activities.

Until, one day, my personal version of reality was again called into question one morning at my Primary School at the age of about 5...


Circa 1981 - 1982

The fragile nature of reality again came knocking at my door at the age of about 5 when a very vivid and bizarre premonition dream actually unfolded before me in every minute detail that I had experienced 2 weeks previously.

The actual events in the dream were not particularly profound, but the sheer detail and uniqueness of them coupled with the fact that each had come true in every way, was incredibly mind-blowing even at that young age. Most people forget their dreams almost as soon as they wake, but for some reason this particular one stuck in my memory for while. I remember this dream even more vividly to this day precisely because it did come true and has so lodged itself permanently in my memory.

My dream transpired as such...

It was morning time in Class 1 at my old primary school in Great Amwell. It was Mrs Lancaster's class and for some unknown reason I had been sent to the library to work on my own. I felt this was fairly unjustified asI wasn't really a naughty pupil and don't remember misbehaving at this time, but nevermind.

There I sat, in the school's small library section working on my own, probably being bored out of my mind come to think of it. I was never very academic during my school years, I was more the creative type.

Anyway, after a while an older (slightly smug) girl who seemed to have been from Class 4 walked through the main library door carrying a brass water jug and set of light green plastic beakers. She stopped in front of and asked if I had been naughty and been sent to the library. I gave a firm ‘no’, to which she shrugged her shoulders and carried on walking, exiting through a different door.

A slightly random and pointless dream in the history of random and pointless dreams I think you'll agree !

About two weeks later, to my utter amazement, all of the above (and I do mean all of the above) came true in every single minute detail. The girl, her looks, the beakers and jug, even our brief exchange of words, where I sat, where she stood, her entrance and her exit. All the played out exactly as had happened in my dream.

I also remember the intense feeling of déja vu sending shivers down my spine as the actual event played itself out. My hairs stood up on the back of my neck as yet again I was forced to question my concept of ‘reality’ and what it meant to me personally.

I mean, how could this happen ? What did it all mean ? Why me ? What was I supposed to do about these strange events ?

So many questions.

The short version is that I believe we each have Spirit Guides who help us achience what we need to achieve along our journey in life. They are the spirit and souls of those who have lived and died on Earth, who then progress spiritually themselves and come back to help us in any way they can. And, for a number of reasons, I also believe that my personal main Spirit Guide was the voice who first introduced himself all those years ago as I lay in my cot.

I believe that I was being tested with all these occurances, to see how I’d react to psychic phenomena. To see if I was ready to work with the Spirit World (which I now feel is one of my main reasons for being on the Earth plane).

Obviously, I was not ready in my childhood. To be honest I was freaked out by them and did my best to totally ignore it all. The only trouble was, no matter how hard I tried to rationalise these events, I knew deep down that they happened and there was nothing I could do to put my mind to rest.

All I can say now is that although I was not ready then, I certainly am now.


Circa 1984 - 1987

Although the exact year, age and location of this next event is rather vague, I do remember the actual incident quite clearly. It happened whilst on Summer holiday at a campsite somewhere in England with my family.

The most distinct thing I remember about this campsite was the fact that slap bang in the middle of it was some kind of Second World War air raid shelter. I have a feeling this may have been in the South of England at Southwold, but I could be wrong

As a child, this old bunker provided a huge amount of entertainment for all the kids even though it was essentially just a large old concrete room with slits cut into the walls, buried underground.

Every night after returning from visiting various locations in the local area we would eat our dinner and venture off to visit the bunker. On one occasion, which was actually in the morning, I decided to go and visit the bunker before we set off visiting the local area with the family. I remember the mornings were a quiet time in the campsite, as most other kids were out with their families as well.

Walking up to the bunker, as I had suspected, I noticed that there were no other children to play with in or around the bunker. I went into the bunker and although dark, I walked around and found noone there. The darkness made it a bit scary, which added to the fun of being there ! However, it was a lot more fun when you with other people to share the experience with, so finding noone around I began making tracks back to our caravan. As I turned round for one final look, I noticed the clear shape of a shadow of a person dart across the entrance of the dugout. At this point I didn't think anything was odd, just that one of the kids from the campsite had quickly ran into the bunker as a joke or something. So, I ran in after them to see who it was. To my slight worry, there was not a single person in there. It was literally a square block of concrete, there was nowhere to hide. Although dark, you could still easliy see if anyone was there or not.

After that little experience, I decided it was probably best to go in there when the other kids were around !



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