The Infinite Mind: The Mind/Brain Phenomenon. Betty Shine

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СКАЧАТЬ happening since he died. Terry himself was to receive survival evidence that evening, which made it a special occasion for all of us. The evening was full of laughter and fun, as my father would have wished. At the end of the evening, my mother offered Betty – who was in London to celebrate the publication of her latest book – a lift back to her hotel.

      As soon as we had settled in the car, Betty turned round and told me that my father was sitting beside me and wanted to speak with me. When she relayed his messages, I knew it was my father. He spoke about me, my life and aspirations, and I knew there was no way Betty could possibly have known anything about me because we had only met that night. He spoke to me throughout the whole journey, assuring me that he would always be there for me, whenever I needed him. That was two years ago.

      Since then, I have felt his strong presence around me on a number of occasions. But the most recent experience was very special. I had finished work, and was on my way to Cardiff where I was meeting my boyfriend, as we were to be guests at my friend’s wedding the following day. I was focusing my mind on the journey when, suddenly, I felt my father beside me. The feeling was so strong – as though he had, with great force, projected himself into the passenger seat. At the time it seemed perfectly normal for him to be there, and I began to have a conversation with him. When it was over, I felt that it had lasted for such a short time that I wished it could have continued, but was shocked to find that we had been conversing for two hours. During that time we had laughed and joked as we had before he’d died. It seemed strange, as I could not hear him physically, but inside my mind – telepathically. He also gave me a mental picture of himself, as he used to be, and as I remembered him. It was a lovely night, the sky was very red, and I felt so calm. I felt better than I had done for a very long time.

      In the past, when I had been alone, I had often prayed that my father would speak to me, but nothing had happened. Perhaps I had been trying too hard. Now, when he did appear, I had done nothing at all.

      Although I had been driving for two hours, I could hardly remember the journey. When I reached Cardiff I felt his presence leave. I arrived at the hotel and was greeted by my boyfriend. We had a drink but I did not mention the experience. It was too new, and I find it easier not to talk about moments that are very precious to me. I want to hug them to me and feel the love that the messages were wrapped in.

      I now feel a great sense of relief in knowing that I have not lost that important help and advice that I have missed so much. I know I do not even have to ask for help, that my father will be there for me, as promised, whenever I need him.

      I was thrilled by this account because for many years I have been encouraging my clients and readers to accept that we can all have a telepathic link with our loved ones. Although they are existing in a different energy structure to the one we have here, we can, nevertheless, keep our hearts and minds open to the fact that it is possible. If a link is made by loved ones, it should not be dismissed as pure fantasy or wishful thinking. Such a link can be quite dramatic, like Nicolette’s, if the recipient is in any way psychic. But it can also be disappointing if any shadow of doubt enters the mind, because doubt can close the mind.

       Jean’s story

      The following two accounts have been contributed by Jean Keegan and her mother, Molly.

      My dear friend Anne McMenemy had spoken to me on several occasions about the fascinating evening she had spent with Betty Shine. She had also told me about Betty’s incredible healing gifts. I reminded Anne of these conversations when she was suffering severe pain during an illness and told her to ring Betty for help. She was reluctant to do so because she knew that Betty was already inundated with work, so I asked for Betty’s telephone number and decided to ring her myself. My thoughts were for Anne. My friend was in trouble, and she needed someone to help her.

      When Betty answered the phone, I heard this warm and cheerful voice and felt so relaxed that I just chatted away. I felt as if I had known her all my life. It was incredible how this one action completely changed my life.

      It was towards the end of our conversation that Betty suddenly stated that someone was coming through and wanted to speak to me. I went cold from head to foot and began trembling as she described my recently departed father. She gave me evidence that no one on this earth could have known, except Mum, Dad and myself. So many mixed feelings rushed through my body, I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. I missed Dad so much, and here was this wonderful lady – to whom I had spoken for the first time only ten minutes ago – passing on private messages to me and my family, proving that he had survived the trauma of the physical death and was now living ‘somewhere else’.

      I have always had an open mind about life after death, wanting to believe that we do survive, and that we will eventually meet up with our loved ones again. But without proof it is difficult to believe. I cannot begin to explain how comforting this was. Dad always used to say, when someone passed away, that ‘life goes on’. How true those words were proving to be! Now we could all go on, knowing that he was looking after us, as he had done when he was alive.

      Towards the end of the messages, Betty asked me if I had any questions for Dad. My mind went a complete blank. All I really wanted to know was if he was happy. There was a short pause, and then Betty said that he was laughing and smiling and holding hands with an older lady, who was looking up at him lovingly. I believe that was my grandmother. As a young boy Dad took care of his mother as she used to have epileptic fits and I know how happy he must feel knowing that she was also at peace. He was home with his long lost family.

      I realised then that I had to stop wishing he was back with us. He was, and always will be, a very important part of our lives. He was a wonderful father, and never a day goes by that I do not think of him. Now, through Betty’s gifts, I know that I can speak to him. At every family event, special occasions like birthdays and anniversaries, we can feel his presence.

      Some weeks later, Betty rang me and told me that Dad was worried about a horse. At this time she did not know we kept horses. She gave me the message, and Dad was, once again, spot on. Her accurate diagnosis and healing of several of our horses showed yet another facet of her talents.

      We are now very good friends and often enjoy a good chat.

       Molly’s story

      Whilst Betty and I were talking one day, my husband came through and gave me a whole host of messages. Because of my grief at his death I really did not take it all in, but she gave me one particular message that I have never forgotten, because the minute details she described about a certain situation only my husband and I could have known about. He ended the message with such caring words of wisdom that I was reduced to tears. I have endeavoured to live up to them.

      Since then I have read every one of Betty’s books, and never go to sleep without reading from them. They have given me such comfort, there is no way I can repay her.

      The only sadness in my life is the fact that the power of healing and the comfort of mediumship was unknown to me during my husband’s lifetime. It would have helped ease his suffering and pain. At least now he is at peace.

      Jean’s family and her mother have more than repaid me with their constant and loving friendship.

       Toots’s story

      The final story for this section is from the wife of another footballing personality, Toots Venables.

      After the death of my grandmother I decided to go with a friend to visit a Spiritualist church. Neither of us СКАЧАТЬ