One thing I did not understand was the instruction to look at the painting at the top of the stairs. What painting? There was nothing at the top of the stairs. But Bobby had been adamant that when I needed him I was to look at this painting.
Months later, a dear friend who knew nothing about this matter presented me with a painting of my husband, and we decided to hang it at the top of the stairs. By this time I had completely forgotten about Bobby’s message.
One day, when I was very sad, I was looking at the painting, alternately crying and talking to it. Then it just seemed to come alive. It is quite difficult to explain what happened, but the facial expressions changed, quite literally, and Bobby seemed to be talking to me. And then I remembered his message, ‘Look at the painting when you need me.’ And there he was, as he always was, when I needed him. This phenomenon has continued to this day. The facial changes in the picture are quite remarkable, and are definitely not my imagination. But I am the only one who can see these changes taking place. It is just for me.
I have to say that this contact has completely changed my life, and I am content in the thought that Bobby will be there waiting for me when it is my turn to join him, and we will be together again.
Betty Shine has become a very dear friend, and my family and I cannot thank her enough for the gift that she has given us.
Incidentally, Bobby Moore’s wife confirmed that they had indeed had an Afghan hound, but that it had originally belonged to her before they were married. It is a mere detail, but it proves beyond any shadow of doubt that the mind of every living thing survives. It was Bobby Moore’s way of giving vital, foolproof evidence of survival, because Jan and Bobby Keetch had never known about the dog, and I could certainly never have known about it.
It was also quite remarkable that he had teamed up with the Manchester United team, and quite a shock to me to hear about them again after so many years. They had obviously looked after him when he had left this dimension behind and Bobby Keetch was able to tell us that he had also been cared for by them. He told Jan and I that he had joined this remarkable band of footballers, and was helping them in their work.
Although Jan Keetch and I have since become very close friends, we do not have regular contact because we are both very busy, but whenever there is a problem to be solved her husband appears and asks me to get in touch with her. He has made it clear that he is always there by her side, loving her, protecting her and advising her. This has made a great difference to Jan’s life, because she can now live her own life to the full without fear of the future.
I have given the football connection a great deal of thought over the years, as neither myself nor any of my family had ever been remotely interested in the game. Our world was connected to the theatre, to opera and classical music, a far cry from the football fraternity! I have therefore come to the conclusion that it is my complete ignorance of the sport that ensures the quality of the survival evidence. One has to understand that mediums are at their best when they do not know their sitters or those giving survival evidence. This is because there is no possibility of the medium’s subconscious blocking the conversation.
I have been fascinated by the mind from the moment I began experimenting with remote viewing more than thirty years ago. The more I learn, the less I seem to know. There is no beginning and no end. The mind is a phenomenon in itself.
The one sure thing that I have been able to establish is that the part of the brain which governs memory, like all its other functions, only exists because of its interaction with the mind. Our permanent and indestructible memory storage system is in the mind, proven by the fact that a large part of the brain can be destroyed and yet the personality and memory remain. Even when the brain has died, the mind lives on, communicating and achieving our destiny in another dimension.
2 THE MESSAGE – ALAN HUDSON (#ulink_67da1489-5d87-5729-a598-c90e738bb2b0)
WHILST READING THE Daily Mail one morning in January 1998, my eye was drawn to a small photograph of a man. The few words underneath told me that the photograph was of Alan Hudson, an ex-footballer. Apparently he had been left severely injured and in a coma after a car had knocked him down having mounted the pavement where he had been walking. Just then, a very strong male voice said to me, ‘Please help me.’ Then he said, ‘I want you to contact my wife and tell her not to give up on me, that I’m still here.’ He then went on to give me intimate details of his private life.
I must admit I had to smile as I wondered, ‘Where do I go from here?’ I had never even heard of Alan Hudson, although he was obviously well known in the football world.
Then my friend Kevin Keegan came to mind. Perhaps he could point me in the right direction? As I have been friends with Kevin’s family for some time, especially with his wife Jean, he did not seem too fazed by what I had to say and he promised to help.
For those of you, like me, who know nothing about football, Alan Hudson had a long and distinguished playing career with Chelsea, Stoke City, Arsenal and the Seattle Sounders in the USA. He was capped for England at both Under 23 and Senior level and won many honours in the game, including FA Cup and European Cup Winners Cup medals. Since retiring as a player he has been involved in coaching and journalism.
Later the same day, I was able to have a conversation with David Connolly, a friend of Alan Hudson. He told me he had always been a sceptic where psychic matters were concerned, but that he was conscious that something very extraordinary was taking place, especially once I was able to pass on to him private information that Alan had given me about his family.
David and I talked for some time, and I was able to help him with some problems of his own, which made it easier for him to pass on Alan’s messages to his wife, Anne. I was also able to tell him that Alan had told me that Bobby Moore had met him and was helping him. (After Bobby Keetch, what more confirmation does one need to establish that Bobby Moore is still around!)
I was naturally concerned about whether the messages I had received from Alan would be welcome to Anne, as one never really knows how such communications will be received by the family. After all, they did not know me, and although they could check me out through my books, they might want to dismiss the whole thing as a fantasy. Who could blame them? The evidence Anne was going to receive from David was very specific. All that mattered was that she could accept that it was correct.
The following day I received a call from David who told me that although Anne had been shocked, to say the least, she had confirmed everything that Alan had said about his family. She asked David to tell me that she would be contacting me.
From that time on, David rang every day, and I would pass on messages to Anne from Alan. He was extremely positive, and was constantly reassuring us of his eventual recovery. I was also able to tell David that Alan’s dead father was in the spirit dimension, helping him.
Anne’s story
My introduction to Betty Shine came within a week of Alan’s accident, whilst I was sitting by his bedside in the Intensive Care Unit. Our friend David phoned me and said that he had something to tell me. He seemed a little unsure as to whether he should pass on this information, as the messages were from a medium, but I encouraged him to tell me the whole story.
Apparently Betty Shine had been contacted by Alan after she had seen a photograph of him in the Daily Mail. He had asked her to contact me with the message that he was going to recover, despite his terrible injuries. In fact, he was giving us his own diagnosis. This seemed incredible, as his injuries were so bad that the medical team looking after him had said that he was unlikely to pull through, and he was in a coma. Although I had always been very sceptical about such matters, I listened to everything David had to say, as Betty appeared to be extremely accurate, even when detailing the very delicate issues of his injuries.
For four months I was able to give Anne information about her husband’s injuries and about how they were progressing. I had to explain, because this information was so detailed, that I had a superb team of spirit doctors who were helping me. After all, this was all very new to her. At one point, I was able to alleviate Anne’s worst fears by telling her that the swelling in Alan’s brain had reduced, which was later confirmed by the medical team.
There were other strange things happening in Alan’s family at this time. When his sister Julie was told about his accident she became desperately upset, screaming for her father. As she did so, a gold cross appeared on the wall behind her. It stayed for two days, and was seen by five other people. I believe that when she screamed for her dead father, who was helping Alan, he activated this symbol to give his daughter peace of mind. Julie told Anne that the cross had no shadow – this is quite normal with such phenomena. Spirits do not have shadows either, they are the shadows!
Some time later, Julie re-decorated the room, but the incredible energy impact needed to form the cross in the first place had left an indelible mark. The cross remains on the wall.
The role that David took on as the middle-man, passing messages from Alan and myself to Anne, was truly the act of a loyal and loving friend. He kept a diary, and it was only when reading his transcript that I realised just how awful those dark months of December and January had been for Alan’s wife, family and friends. Eventually, however, Alan came out of his coma and began the long journey of recovery.
Whilst speaking to David on the phone one day, Alan’s paternal grandfather appeared to me and told me that he was helping Alan. I could see him so clearly that I was able to give David a detailed description of him. When this was passed on to Alan he was surprised, because he had never really had much contact with his paternal grandfather. So you see, when people are in trouble, everyone will gather round to help.
David and Anne have since visited me at my home, and we have all become close friends. I have spoken to Alan over the phone and am very excited about his recovery, although he obviously still has a lot of work to do to get back to a hundred per cent. But the fact that he started working again from his hospital bed gives one an insight into the power and personality which enabled him to contact me in the first place.
While he was still in hospital, I told Anne, via David, that one of the medical staff would, when Alan recovered, turn around and say, ‘This is nothing short of a miracle.’ As time passed, doctors and nurses alike would make remarks about his ‘incredible recovery’, but Anne told me that she wanted to hear the exact words that I had given her. One day, as the sister was about to leave the room after speaking with Anne for some time, she reached the door, hesitated, then turned around and said, ‘This is nothing short of a miracle.’ These words convinced Anne that a ‘miracle’ had taken place, because every word I had passed on to her, even about family matters which at that time had not yet taken place, had come true. The following passage is a continuation of Anne’s story:
There were many times over the next few months when Alan’s condition was ‘touch and go’, but Betty was always there, giving me an exact diagnosis and the outcome, which was always positive. Each time, she was proved right. I began to get a great deal of comfort from her calls throughout the ordeal of the ICU.
It is now May 1998, six months after the accident. Alan is still in hospital but is making good progress, and is on his way to making a full recovery. Both Alan and Betty have been proved right. They were the only people who, right from the start, were positive about the eventual outcome, when everyone around us thought that all was lost. Betty Shine is a very special lady who has helped me immensely. Alan and I cannot thank her enough.
When Alan came out of the coma, he said that he had actually seen his father. He also told me, when I had my first telephone conversation with him, that he had always believed in psychic matters, and that he thought he had certain gifts in this direction. He said something wonderful had happened to him and that he had seen the most beautiful places, and he knew instinctively that these were not hallucinations, that they were real. In a letter he sent to me he wrote that, when he was travelling at high speed in the energy dimension, he passed both his father and a very dear friend who had died.
Those of you who have never had a psychic experience may find it very difficult to come to terms with the fact that the mind is infinite, that it survives death, and that it can take over when the brain has been damaged. But if we did not have a mind that is totally separate from the brain, none of us would exist, because it is the mind that creates the link between the Universal Mind and the brain. We are all children of the Universe; we came from the source, and to the source we will return. There will be more about this later in the book. For the moment, let me assure you that nothing is what it seems, and that anything is possible.
Because of the swelling in Alan’s brain, he was reduced to a comatose state. This happens when the messages from brain to body are disrupted, and the mind seeks alternative routes of communication.
Alan’s story is typical of the stress that the personality endures when it feels that it can no longer communicate through the brain. The patient does not suffer, because they are in a peaceful and loving environment. Their wish to communicate is driven by the desire to ease the suffering of their friends and family and, in Alan’s case, to pass on to them the knowledge that he was going to survive.
As I mentioned earlier, others in the spirit dimension can come forward to ease tension and give proof of survival during these trying times. I was speaking to Anne one day when a man’s voice repeated the name Harry several times. I asked her if she knew who this might be, and she told me that her late uncle’s name was Harry. I then passed on to her messages of a private nature, which were confirmed. Anne was having a lot of ‘firsts’ at this time! Having had no previous experience of survival evidence, she told me that she found it a great comfort to have someone of her own communicating with her, especially as she had been Harry’s only niece and had been much loved by him. I explained that he had come through so that she would not feel so alone.
The family has asked me to thank all the medical staff at the London Hospital and at St Bartholomew’s hospital for all the loving care that Alan received from them during his long stay with them. As a medium, it was a great honour for me to bring the two worlds together, easing the grief of the family as they waited for their loved one to recover from such a terrible trauma.
For me, this is just one of many hundreds of similar stories that are being played out every day, each one as remarkable as the last. I therefore hope that Alan’s story will bring hope and comfort to the families of all those who are currently in a coma.
3 MANCHESTER UNITED AND BOBBY MOORE (#ulink_ecb4d5c2-6d6d-5bf3-b7d6-696922b0cdc4)
I WAS FIRST INTRODUCED TO Bobby Moore through my contact with Bobby Keetch, and then again through Alan Hudson. There was an interval of twenty months between these messages. But the first contact I had from the Manchester United team was over twenty years ago.
Out of respect for one particular family, when I wrote about the story of the team’s survival in my first book I did not give the actual name of the club. I can reveal it now because of the remarkable circumstances surrounding the footballers mentioned in these chapters, which span so many years. They have made it quite clear that they will not be silenced. They want people to know they have survived, and to be happy for them, to replace bad memories with good.
This is the story from Mind to Mind which will give some insight as to how I became involved with the Manchester United team some twenty-two years ago.
David was a young amateur footballer who had been turned away from our local hospital because he had broken so many small bones in his feet that they had told him there was nothing more they could do. Crippled and in despair he asked me for an emergency session.
I had met David for the first time when he came to me with a twisted ankle and badly sprained ligaments in his foot. A physiotherapist had treated it with ice-packs, manipulation and ultrasound, and after two weeks he was pronounced fit enough to play again. A month later he sprained it again, this time tearing some tissue around the Achilles tendon. On the advice of friends he visited yet another physiotherapist who used the same methods as the previous one. He was then told that he was fit enough to play. This performance was repeated regularly for the next four years! In all he saw a total of nine different physiotherapists, for various injuries, but the effects were only temporary, until he came to me for healing.
On one particular occasion he had had a very bad kick in the groin. A particularly eminent physiotherapist correctly diagnosed a slight hernia, and fitted him with a makeshift truss. David was told that he would not be able to play for a month or more. He then had a successful healing session with me which cured the hernia, and was playing again the following Saturday.
David’s faith in my healing powers were such that when he was told to go home and live with his crippled feet he once again turned to healing. But this time was going to be very different to his previous appointments.
He arrived with his father, who was also a witness to the events that were about to take place. I told David to lie on the couch and I positioned my chair at the end so that I could place my hands on his feet and legs. I had only just begun to heal him when a voice told me to take my hands away. I was not at all fazed by this because it happened quite often during healing sessions with other patients. I took my hands away and moved back from the couch. Then we all three watched in amazement as the injured leg was lifted up, pushed about and thoroughly manipulated. Healing can sometimes be extremely painful, while the body is being energised, and this occasion was no different. David was in considerable pain.
But then something unbelievable happened during the healing, something that only I could hear. A man’s voice told me that he had been one of the Manchester United team who had died in the Munich air crash. He told me that he wanted to heal footballers and athletes through me. He had obviously been a very compassionate man when he was alive and wanted to continue to help people in his profession. I consequently tried to contact his family, but was told that their religion did not accept mediumship. I thought this was very sad, as he so obviously wanted to prove his survival. He gave me the names of all those who had died and those who had survived. The evidence, when checked out later, was found to be one hundred per cent correct.
