Sooo many of you know if you have been reading my blog that I have now begun a spiritual journey of trying to reawaken my 3rd eye to revamp if you will my medium abilities. Which until the last few months I really, really, really, was skeptic about even with all the crazy experiences I have had in my life.
I try to meditate regularly and for someone that doesn’t even know if she is doing it right, I have had some pretty spectacular experiences. I didn’t share this one with you all though, and for some reason today it just kept nagging at me sooo? what does any writer do when the need to put pen to paper takes over? Yes, you can say it they write. I hope you enjoy this latest experience as much as I did. Make of it what you will. Here goes.
One day when everyone else had gone to sleep and the house was still (it is when I like to meditate the best) I began to meditate. I wasn’t looking for anything specific just trying to have an open mind and an open heart. I was solely concentrating on my breathing and nothing more. Now usually when I meditate it takes a while to get my mind where it needs to be but this night was different. I was meditating for maybe a minute or two when a woman’s face flashed before my eyes.
Now I can’t even begin to describe to you her face because just as quickly as I saw her face it disappeared and was replaced by a vile image that for a split second I couldn’t figure out the connection. Her face changed to the upper torso of a skeleton and it was charred, but the burns were different than what you would think of as someone burning alive. The black stuff was gooey and stuck to her like a sort of glue. It took me all of about 30 seconds to realize this was the same skeleton of the woman I had just seen.
Just as I began to wonder what the hell I was seeing of this skeleton that seemed to be searing into my brain because this image stayed a hell of a lot longer than the other one. The words radiation poisoning ran through my mind. What? This was crazy, right?
For the very first time since I have begun this whole thing I was totally and completely unafraid and so I asked out loud for the first time. What is your name? The immediate response was Alice. Since I only know one Alice and I knew she hadn’t passed I assumed this was the name that belonged to the skeleton I had seen just seconds before. I took a deep breath to calm my nerves and before the question “Alright, What is your last name?” Was even formed in my mind the name Devereaux came to mind.
As my curious nature kicked in I stopped meditating and picked up my phone to Google her name. Now I shouldn’t have to tell you that there are many different ways to spell this name but what astounded me was when I googled her name this is what came up on the very first link. See Picture below:
Annddd somehow I just knew this was the correct spelling and that this was indeed the Alice I was seeing. To say that my jaw was on the floor is an understatement but just wait it gets better.
I began to research her possible cause of death and sadly never found one and her being in Suffolk England a place I had never heard of (considering I have never been out of the United States and Have no familial ties to England) and her dying in April of 1943. I deduced that I may never know, but then like a lightbulb going off or maybe someone placing the thought into my head I had the bright idea to look up radiation levels in Suffolk England. The results had me almost passing out. Talk about jaw-dropping. This was my aha moment!
It began as confusing as this had all started with story after story of Chernobyl for some reason but then there was one little article that had me shaking. It was about Suffolk University now I have to tell that this article was published 3 years after Alice had passed. However, it was the first known article of people dying due to radiation poisoning in the town and it apparently was so bad that the University was shut down for a time. Hence the article.
I even found the connection to Chernobyl a place in another country thousands of miles away. It takes over twenty-seven hours to get there from Suffolk and yet, both reside on a beach on the same coastline and to this day they are finding radioactive debris on Suffolk beach from you guessed it Chernobyl.
This still never definitely proves that Alice died by radiation poisoning hell I am not even sure what a skeleton that has been affected by radiation would look like but it all seemed to fit together so, so perfectly. I don’t even know when the whole thing with Chernobyl happened and Alice being 71 when she passed one would say she could have passed from a number of things and yet, I have the nagging feeling that whatever it was I am close to why she really passed.
My sister -in -law and I talk about this kind of stuff all the time. She believes in it all on some level but when I told her this story she did all she could to disprove it. Hell, I barely believe it myself and it happened to me. She said that she thought the medium in question (me) would have to have some kind of connection the deceased (Alice). She asked why in the hell would some woman who died long before I was born from a whole other country visit you? What kind of connection could you possibly have with her?
After pondering this for a few minutes the truth all but slapped me in the face. It hit me like a ton of bricks! You see while I do have faith in something higher than myself. I have learned throughout these last few months I am also a seeing is believing kind of person too. After decades of ignoring this part of myself and now trying to integrate it back into my daily life. On top of trying to do away with old religious ways of thinking. I have been constantly asking for validation throughout all of this.
I got the answer I was looking for just not in the way I would have imagined it to be. You see there is no connection between me and Alice. I have learned mediums mostly do not possess the connection with one that has passed. In fact, it seems to be just the opposite it can sometimes hinder their ability to speak to a loved one or someone they knew. Alice was giving me the answer in the form of her tragic death. Because I had absolutely no connection with her what so ever in all ways. It was the validation I needed to know I must be doing something right.
I am excited about what comes next even though I am always trying to jump six steps ahead (that is the Virgo in me) Alice is my daily reminder to just breathe and let what happens, happen. So thank you Alice and I am glad you allowed me to share this now our story.
I have been telling a friend of mine at work about all my experiences lately and she said, “Oh! I hate to break it to you but your ghostly friends don’t really exist. It is all in your head?” I find this sad because as you know I have had way, to many experiences to just discount it all. Take this how you want it but these experiences are indeed changing me in ways I never thought possible. All I can say is believe in ghosts, spirits, energies, whatever you want to call them, because oh, honey, do they believe in you!