Don’t close your eyes

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Where do you go to escape
if trapped amongst the evil
a maze of doors and corridors
confronting you

Do you sense what’s lurking
feel the chill cut into the
words you speak out loud
hoping to allay your fears

The full moon hangs in the
darkness as wind whistles
breaking the rhythm of your
heart

Shadow
was it…
her cloak folding
around the corner

Footsteps
are they…
no human form
visible

Who intervenes
when the living contact
those who have screamed
their path to death

Compelled to know
their lives
perhaps at risk to theirs
evidence at what cost

Let the cold night wind
break your heart beat
keep the doors closed
evil has its secrets

Copyright JMTacken 5.3.2015

Perhaps I shouldn’t watch the show Haunted, when it’s dark outside…

Life after…

Hello everyone,

I haven’t written about my meetings since 25th May. Last Saturday night I attended a ‘meeting’ that included 10 or so friends and acquaintances of Carol (Head Medium). The ‘fledging mediums’ were having a chance to ‘strut their stuff’ i.e. get up in front of strangers and not just the group that they have become familiar with.

I was holding my brother’s scarf and a leather necklet, I also carried a photo of him in my bag. One of the ladies ‘H’ got up to do a reading. Bear in mind I have NOT mentioned anything about my brother to her or anyone in the group, please keep this in mind as you roll your eyes.

She said I have a male energy drawing close – on a brother or brother-in -law vibration.

I sat – tensed.

He did not pass of old bones (my brother was 47 when he passed).

I also feel that he had an illness but that he did not pass over from the earth plain from this illness (My brother had Hepatitis C, he was also told because of liver, that if he drank again, it would kill him).

He did not have a regular job as such, I get the feeling that he drifted in different things regarding work (my brother was a hippie till the end, he went to India a few times to purchase incense and jumpers to sell back in Australia, but did not maintain or hold a regular job).

He feels sorry for the grief he caused for your family and I feel more so for your parents (mum and dad found it difficult to accept the life path that he chose, not settling into the mainstream and there were many clashes).

Something substantial about midnight, that he had everything he could have wanted in life, but at midnight it was taken away from him. (My family do not know the time that he passed, he was found on the floor of his Hotel room in India, approximately a week after his death. The death notice 9/1/2004. He also went to India taking a ‘lady’ friend with him, she ended up running off with a Taxi driver on New Years Eve).

He is very quiet, but as he draws his energy away he leaves me with a memory of a park with playground equipment and a river, where he spent time with the family when he was young (a park that us as a family went to and had BBQ’s or picnics regularly, it had a playground and also a small river running through it).

That is what threw me the most, the fact that Mr. S and I had driven past this park not that many weeks ago and I mentioned to him that is where we use to go as a family and had good memories of.

My brother ‘P’ was acknowledging that I had remembered the park.

The tears were flowing, a girlfriend next to me held my hand. Her grandmother (on her mother’s side) came through, she has been contacted twice before. I couldn’t stop crying.

Take it for what it is, ‘H’ did not know anything of my brother, yet what she spoke of was the truth.

Could it have been applied to anyone? If they died young, didn’t hold down a regular 9-5 job,passed by something that wasn’t due to the condition that he had, caused anxiety especially to their parents for the particular life-choices they made, did he pass NYE – ie his life was full then everything taken away at midnight, and went to a park similar to what we did.

I leave it to you to decide, for me the acknowledgment of life after death is becoming more and more real to me as the weeks progress.

I will share more as time goes on.

I thank you.

A journey not yet taken

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and I
on bended knee
in solitary repose
arm outstretched as if in
dance
……deciphering
the visions floating
in my head
imagination perhaps
…..a dream
in blackened chiffon dress
collecting thoughts
indeed I tried to
make some sense
…..for
I pictured modern angels
who danced
a rhythm of
their own
perched mid air
enraptured by the
beam of light
with poise and grace
and arms outstretched
…..as mine
enigmatic
bellowed sleeves for wings
they hung above my head
was it from
a dance in life
or a dance
after their
…..death
yet I felt
no fear or anxiety
for their faces held
…..no pain
I heard whispers
merely ethereal souls
on our
journey from
…..earth plain

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Flight of Fancy

From VisDare another amazing photo to get our creative juices. 150 words or less. 74 words.

http://anonymouslegacy.blogspot.co.uk/2013/05/visdare-22-flight-of-fancy.html

After Life Meetings – continued

I haven’t written for a few weeks on my sessions that I have been attending. Please see here if you do not have a clue what I am talking about.     the-spirit-side-session-2

I have been to 3 session since last writing.

The first was an open session to any members of the public that were interested. Carol – the ‘Head Medium’ stood for 2 hours, giving readings to those present. Towards the end of the day she stood up and said Simpson. Now Mr. S’s surname is Simpson, so I raised my hand.  Bearing in mind that I have not discussed anything about Mr. S or his family or my family to anyone in these sessions.

Carol said I have the letter A on this link, I see tattoos on the upper arm, there is also an army link and a ship. She also held her chest and said she had a crushing feeling. I had no idea who she was referring too, as I don’t know Mr. S’s relatives (spirit side).

During the week I checked with Mr. S’s mum if she knew of any relatives on her side that matched the evidence that Carol gave.

Her fathers name was Albert – He had the letter A tattooed on his upper arm. The Army – he was in the Light Horse Brigade. The Boat – he played violin in a ship band. The crushing feeling? He passed suddenly in a room by himself of a heart attack…..

Last Wednesday it was the ‘class’ I have only stood once if you recall and have politely sat back listening and watching others for a little while. One of the Dutch women (Miny) gave me a nudge from the back, telling me to get up again.She was quite adamant that I do so.

Reluctantly I stood and faced the class. One of the more experienced mediums stood up with me. This was the conversation.

me “I have nothing, I’m still not sure what I should be doing, or if I simply make things up”.
she “All of us at first think we are making things up, I want you to simply go with what is in your head, whether you have visuals or hear, now who do you see?”
me “a woman blonde shoulder length hair, passed with something here (I held my hand on my stomach)
the lady (Miny) who had told me to get up raised her hand saying that she could accept it (ie she knew who I was  ‘seeing’) I continued.
me “this lady loved big necklaces, chunky”.
Miny nodded.
me ” She was a very happy, bubbly woman”
Miny “yes”
me “I see floral curtains in a sun room and a garden in tiers, landscaped”
Miny “yes”
I can tell you I was shaking by this stage.
me “I see two children a boy and a girl”.
Miny “yes”
me “the boy is quite tall, taller than the girl”.
Miny  “no the girl was taller”.
me “this woman, she passed September”
Miny ‘yes”
me “early September”
Miny “yes”
That is all I saw, no matter how I tried I couldn’t get any more visuals or ‘feeling’.

Miny said that I had described her sister who had passed away, the only part that wasn’t correct was the son being taller than the daughter.

My brother also came through..in a very quiet way (I have been hoping he would since I started these classes) but I shall leave that for another post.

So do I believe? I am more convinced than what I was in the beginning. It hasn’t been proven that spirits don’t exist…is it always merely a coincidence……