I found this particular viewpoint inspiring, because I had for many years asked the professional sportsmen and women who had regularly visited me for healing to think about this aspect of their life. Those who took my advice and worked on the spiritual side of their lives were extremely successful, both in their careers and in their private lives. I also believe they were motivated by their healing experiences, as many would never have returned to their respective sports careers had it not been for the intervention of healing.
No matter how sceptical the media may be on the subject of healing, it is preferable to the alcohol and drugs that are consumed daily by a large proportion of people who have to spend their lives in the spotlight. Eventually it takes its toll and the brain and physical capabilities are weakened.
It is a common sight to see footballers making the sign of the cross as they enter the stadium and when they leave. They obviously believe in their God and are not ashamed of showing the world that they have asked for help from a spiritual source.
I find it quite incredible that, in this day and age, with the millennium at hand, there are so many closed minds in the world of sport. I have a following of a million or more people around the world, including close friends who are at the top of every profession, who have admitted that their spirituality is the one thing that has enabled them to reach their potential. For it is from the spiritual realms that they receive their inspiration.
I must confess that it always makes me smile when I think of the members of the Manchester team making contact with me, someone they probably would never have consulted in their lifetime, who still cannot remember the names of famous footballers, has never seen a live match, and has no understanding of the rules. In fact, football is as much a mystery to me as my job is to the footballers themselves!
But the one thing that shows itself time and again in these stories is the love of footballers for their families and for their game. Seemingly, neither can die.
I now know the changes that are going to take place within the football world, and it will be interesting to see how the most powerful force of all will create these changes.
I also know that as the players change, so will their followers. There will be a marked difference as the players of the future impress them with their abilities, without the influence of alcohol and drugs. For the power of the mind is the greatest power of all.
ALL THE WOMEN FEATURED in this chapter are my friends. They have agreed to describe their impressions of the survival evidence they have received through me and through others because we share a mutual trust; they know how much it means to me to prove the existence of the ‘infinite mind’.
I thank them for this and for their courage; they already have had more publicity than most people would like in a lifetime.
I find it strange that so many millions of people worldwide who believe in life after death are still continually subjected to views which are based on blind ignorance. I hope these stories will at least help the blind to see that human beings are extremely adept at sorting the wheat from the chaff and at reaching a logical conclusion.
Nicolette’s story
I was thrilled when Nicolette Keetch – Jan’s daughter – sent me this account of her telepathic conversations with her father.
No one could have prepared me for the intense pain and feeling of loss when my father died suddenly of a stroke. Amongst many other reasons, it was because I had lost the only person in the world who I felt I could really talk to, and whose advice I completely trusted and respected. The day before my father’s death I had experienced the strangest of feelings, severe panic attacks and a premonition that something terrible was going to happen.
I had spoken to my father that morning, and he had asked me to join him for lunch as he was going to have a barbecue. I told him that I had to keep an appointment, but that I would join him as soon as it was over. In the middle of the appointment my mother called to tell me that my father had suffered a stroke. She was, understandably, desperately upset at this point. The strange thing was that the call came through to me on my mobile phone which had not been charged, and to this day I don’t know how it picked up the call. I rushed home to be with them both. It was the last time I was ever to see my father alive. He died that evening.
A few months after my father’s death, and after receiving survival evidence, Betty, and my mother and I, were guests at a dinner party given by Terry and Toots Venables. Terry and my father had been great friends, and so he and Toots were of course interested in everything that had been 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.