“Sharing Our Experience”

When it was suggested that I should write a few words to give you an idea of the road we have travelled to get to this point in time I was taken back a little. But thinking about it, I thought it was the best way to allow you to see the road that led me to this point in our life.

I was born in 1930, in a mining town called EBBW VALE, which is in South Wales, part of the UK. At the age of four, we moved to the next valley to a place called Nanty-glo. At this young age, and without instruction from my parents, I found my way to the local Wesleyan chapel. I attended most of the meetings, and met a wonderful lady called Mrs. Rigby. I don’t remember anything about her except that I saw love with her. She was about 70 years of age and has been like a reminder all my life to look for that light in other people, and to endeavour to share my love of life with those I meet.

Over the years I attended many denominations, looking for that something, but never quite finding it. It is now my 16th birthday, and on this day I saw he back of a young girl, and realised I would be spending the rest of my life with her. When she turned I was delighted to find all I could ask of a person. Some time later Thelma told me that she also had the same feeling when she saw me. At the age of 18 yrs., I joined the Royal Air Force.

Now this is what I will call part two of my road map of life. Soon after joining the RAF, it was mid-afternoon in June, two airmen who I had never seen before stopped me and asked if they could speak to me. I saw no reason to say no and invited them into my billet. As soon as we sat down one of them said I have your GRANSHER with me. He says that you are not to worry that you were not able to get to the funeral, as he understood thereasons, me being in the services. Now this was such a shock. First, I had told no one that my GRANSHER had died, second the word Gransher is a term used in Wales for grandfather. No more was said and soon these lads went on their way. I never saw them again. It took me some time to come to terms with this, not knowing whom I could talk to. I did speak to the camp Chaplin, but although he became a friend, was not able to help me. After coming out of the RAF, when I had completed my national service, I married Thelma who has been at my side all the way, I felt I had to follow up on what I had been told.

The next milestone that I came across was when I found myself in a house where a very young child lived. The child was very ill and the mother told me that the Doctor was calling in every few hours to see the babe. I asked if I could see the child and was told she was in the next room. Standing beside the cot I soon found what I would call energy around me. Never having felt such a thing like this before, but not disliking the feeling, I found that I was on my knees with my hand on the Childs forehead. I remember as if it were only yesterday saying “Father heal this child”. Almost immediately after, feeling like a fool, I retired from the child’s room. I said nothing to the mother. Now to milestone two, part two. Leaving the child’s home, I returned to my office. Soon one of my staff came to see me. He apologised for not being in work that morning, but his wife was very ill and I had to go to see her that night after work. I remember saying to him, “What do you think I can do?”. His reply was, “I don’t know we just know you have to come”. Please remember I had spoken to no one about the little girl. On entering his home, I was soon at his wife’s bedside. I stood beside the bed for what seemed an age, but could have been but a minute or so. I repeated what I had said to the husband but then I felt a pain under my right rib cage. I now closed my eyes and placed my hand on the same spot on the lady, and again asked for help to take the pain away. I left their home very soon after. The following morning the husband came to see me and as soon as he arrived, he said the pain in his wife’s chest had gone. That lunchtime, as it should happen, I had to visit the babe’s home again. The mother was waiting for me at the door, and pointing at me said, “What did you do to my child yesterday?”. To say I was shocked would be an understatement. But then she said, “Just after you left, the Dr. came and checking the child said, “I don’t believe this, the child is well again.” So I was forced to say what had happened. By the way, the Dr. was the father of a well-known actress who worked in America. Now back to the lady. She was a patient at the local hospital and had been having treatment for cancer. On examination, they found the cancer had gone. By now I had started to attend the local Spiritualist church. On my very first visit, the medium told me that I had work to do, and it would be in the field of healing.

The healing was taking up so much of our time, and I had so very many wonderful experiences. One day I had a call from a lady to say her husband only had hours to live and would I go to see him. She also told me that when I got there the priest would be giving him the last rites. When I got to the room the priest was still working. When he had left the room, I went in and took Bill’s hand. I must tell you that I had never met this man before. What he was saying to himself at this time I will not repeat. Six weeks later he left hospital and lived for a further 35 years. He also became a very good friend. It is important that all healing is not to allow people to stay alive. As you will understand, at times some who we are asked to see are beyond help this side of the veil. I will now tell you about a little girl aged 6 years old. I had a request to see this little one who was suffering that terrible illness called leukaemia. We got on well from the first meeting, but I knew she had but a short while to live. The parents were in such a terrible state, which is understandable. About a week before Christmas she was taken into hospital. She was getting lower and lower. Because of the way she was, the parents were not able to face up to their responsibilities, which I have never held against them. I sat with her over Christmas. At times she would open her wonderful little eyes and say, “Hello Monty. You still sitting there.” Christmas day was the day that she really started to slip away, but no, she was not ready. The following morning she again opened her eyes and said the same thing to me. Shortly after, Father called her home. I feel that it was only right to let you see that the healer’s task is one of great responsibility. So many times my work has been to help a person to be free of the fear of passing. Now that is real healing.

I could spend much time relating to you little things that have taken place, the one word message that has been of such help. Later in my life my friends from beyond the veil informed me that it was time to teach. To me this was a challenge I would look forward to. More years passed, until about five years ago when those dear friends informed me that I had to get computer. I never expected to be able to afford one, let alone, use one. Yes, you will have guessed, my son's company was updating a computer, and he said he would like me to have it. Yes, Spirit friends do use it from time to time, even at this very moment on this much newer model, they work with me. Just a few short months ago, through the computer, I was put in touch with two very good and kind people in America. These dear friends belong to the Quaker church. Soon, a compassion for those we would talk about, many times coming from both sides of the argument, but because we did it in love, our relationship has blossomed into a fellowship, whose value is beyond price. A word about the Quaker church. Our way of life is similar in many ways, the base line is I think being LOVE, with a capital L. As Spiritualists, we have much to thank these wonderful people for. The actions of one of their brothers, many years ago, at a public meeting held in The Corinthian Hall, Rochester, New York State, was one incident. This meeting was one of the first meetings held in public. A mob came to cause trouble for those taking part. At the entrance door was a man who stepped forward and shouted at the mob. “You can only get the mediums over my dead body”. He was a very brave man whom we hold dear. His name is Mr George Willetts, a Quaker. Please note I used the present tense because he is still alive just beyond the veil. So now, we trust, the picture I have painted for you will be of help to you. Should you decide to venture on, I give you my love, for indeed that is the main stay of the Spiritualist.

An after thought. If you have read to this point you will never be able to say, “I did not know”.

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