Hello,
I am glad so many of you enjoyed my last post detailing the chapters in my forth coming spiritual book, What Your Spiritual Medium Would Never Dare Tell You, based on my experiences and relationship with my spiritual team of guiding and protecting Angels who wear black suits and I nickname my MIBs.
Today, I have posted an extract and I would love to receive your comments. Also would you prefer me to release my account as a series of short novels on Amazon as I often do with my fiction work as Arabella Kingsley or do you wish to wait for a whole book? Please leave a comment on here or my FB page, Woman In Black.
Enjoy the extract!
Sara
Holidaying with Spirits
I have written the majority of this book while on holiday on
a cruise to the Caribbean in October.
Yep right in the middle of the hurricane season, in particular, the
catastrophic Hurricane Ophelia and Storm Brian in 2017. Why did I do it? Because I wanted an adventure while the
emotionally exhausting process of my divorce came to an end and because I did
not want to be left alone in my flat when my daughter went on her A-level trip
to New York.
In the summer, just after we moved out of our house and in
to the small flat as per the requirements of my divorce to start a new life, I
booked a cruise around the Mediterranean for myself and my daughter. It had been an exhausting two years without a
holiday and I could finally find a way to relax. So, we boarded the cruise ship Britannia at
Southampton for the first time on our own ready to have some fun.
The first port of call was Cadiz in Spain and we would be at
sea for two days before we reached our destination. It wasn’t long before I began to notice that
not all of the passengers were travelling just with their family. Some had brought friends from the spirit
world.
These extra guests took every advantage at their disposal to
make their presence known to me. Spirits
always use paintings, walls and other flat surfaces they can impress their
image on to be seen. Everywhere I looked
there was a face grinning back at me and my spirit protection team was having
to work overtime to keep them back otherwise I would have been overwhelmed.
They were usually prevalent in the public café and shop
areas. At one point, I even spotted a
spirit who had once worked as a chef on board trying to attract my
attention. A young teenage spirit girl
ran up the stairs to stand outside one of the cabin rooms in front of me and
countless others simply strode through the public areas as though reliving
their previous holidays whilst alive. Thankfully,
no spirit made a request for me to inform their family or friends they were
there. I am not sure I would have had
the confidence to deal with that. But
there was more to come . . .
After Cadiz, the next port of call was Barcelona. I was really looking forward to this one
having never visited the city before. We
had an excursion booked for the morning and we enjoyed a trip around the city
centre as well as outside it to the Spanish village.
When the tour bus made its first stop it was near the famous
street, Las Ramblas. Our female guide
pointed it out to us and informed the group that she would not be taking us
down the street as it was too busy and she feared she would lose us. We walked parallel to the street and around
the city seeing the famous sights and Gaudi’s masterpieces. The whole time, I felt a strange prickling
sensation up my neck that made me feel chilled despite the very hot
weather. The sensation confused me
making me wonder if an unwanted spirit entity was stalking me. But I received no information from my guides
and spiritual protectors. All I could
discern was that they appeared more protective than usual.
Finally, we ended up just outside the city in the Spanish
Village where different areas of Spain are showcased with architecture,
restaurants etc. I took a selfie with my
daughter and posted it on Facebook announcing we were having fun in Barcelona. The tour ended and our guide announced that
she would have the bus driver drop us off back near Las Ramblas if we wanted to
go and have further time in the city before we had to return to the ship.
I wanted to get off at Las Ramblas and take a look at the
famous street but my daughter was reluctant.
She wanted to go back to the ship because she was feeling tired and
didn’t feel like being lost in the crowd going up and down there. I was in two minds. My feet were already killing me and were
swollen from the heat so I relented trying to dissuade my mind that I was
missing an opportunity. Around 2.30 pm
we returned to the ship and lounged around until we were due to disembark.
I always like to watch the cruise ship I am on leaves the
dock and the pilot takes it out of the harbour only to have to make a flying
leap on to the boat chugging alongside to retrieve him. I stood outside on the balcony looking over
on the rail to the dock below as the final checks were made by the bridge.
Suddenly there were a flurry of announcements asking if
certain named passengers could confirm they were back on board by contacting
reception vi the nearest phone on the ship. The voice sounded stressed and
frantic. But I still dismissed it as
them searching for passengers who were stragglers and hadn’t turned up on time
for the ship’s departure, something that happened every time we were in a port
and I duly dismissed it.
While I stood out looking out over the rail I watched my
MIBs walking around it guarding. I
wasn’t pleased with them at that moment and I was arguing with them – a natural
occurrence when I believed they were interfering too much. Suddenly a transparent shadow of one of them
moved on top of the roof of one of the buildings. He bent down and sprouted wings that were
large and clear at first but then they turned black and menacing as did his
body. Annoyed at them, I shook my head
and said sarcastically, “What is that supposed to be the Angel of Death?” I did not receive an answer.
Shaking my head again I watched the ship move away from the
dock and begin its way to the next port, Cannes. I went for a shower to get ready for dinner
and I started to do my hair while my daughter took her own. We must have been only a few miles out of the
Harbour when the Captain made an announcement that was piped directly in to the
cabins and in to the bathroom overriding the option to keep announcements
silent. What he told us made me shiver
to the bone and my daughter come quickly out of the shower.
“I have been contacted by several of you who are currently
watching Sky news about the terrorist attack in Barcelona.” My phone started to light up and go crazy on
Facebook with messages. We turned on the
news and all of the places I had not long ago seen were cordoned off. Las Ramblas was on lock down. The Captain informed us that they had been
requested to inform the Cruise line’s office in Southampton that all passengers
and crew were accounted for and had not been caught up in the attack which
occurred before the ship had left the port of Barcelona just when I was seeing
my Black Angel which I aptly had named the Angel of Death.
All passengers and crew were accounted for and we had left
on time. We would learn the following
day from other passengers on a trip to Monte Carlo from Cannes that many of
them had missed it by an hour, half an hour and in some cases minutes. Each time something had occurred to make them
change direction or return to the ship. The frantic requests for certain
passengers to make their presence on the ship known before we had left the port
had been because the attacks were taking place and they were making sure
everyone was safe. Unlike other cruise
ships in port not one passenger or crew had been placed in danger and we had
left on time. Others were delayed
because passengers were locked up in cafes while the police dealt with the
attack. The Captain told us that he
would be taking the ship on a different route closer to land so everyone could
contact home to reassure everyone they were safe. All night phones were pinging in all of the
restaurants and clubs. To this day I go
cold when I tell someone how close my daughter and the others on the ship came
to being involved in the attack and a possible casualty. It might also have been worse if we’d had
another departure time. If I had
experienced any doubts about the spiritual protection around me they were
dispelled that summer’s evening.
Cruising with my spirit team is always an eye opener. Not long after we got back from the Med I was
hankering for another adventure especially when I remembered my daughter was
going to leave me to go on to a school trip to New York. I didn’t fancy being left alone on the flat
when I was still continuing to get down, fit and occasion self harm. I don’t think my daughter was too happy
leaving me on my own either. So, I idly
flicked through the pages on one of the Cruise sales website and came across a
cruise to the Caribbean for twenty-four nights.
My daughter was more than eager for me to go. “Have and adventure, Mum.” This would be the first time I was going to
leave her to fend for herself and this would be the first holiday I would take
on my own. Swallowing my fear after much
discussion, I booked the damn thing and went on a grand adventure.
On the 6th October I boarded the Arcadia even
though I was worried about the devastation and havoc Hurricane Ophelia was
causing in the Caribbean and went for it.
The plan was to sort and develop my notes for this book as well as write
up as much as I could. I sat in the
Piano Bar vigorously writing on paper, something I do to get going and soon
found myself explaining to the friendly interested waiter staff that I was an
author and it became a regular occurrence in the first few days. I envisaged
no interruptions and that I would keep myself to myself but clearly my team had
other ideas. The first distraction came
from my team and to my great pleasure from my beloved deceased family members.
I didn’t sleep well on the first night alone in my cabin and
spent a restless night. Not surprising as I rarely slept well in the flat or at
the house. I woke around 6.30am and
blinked. As I did so I could clearly see Nathan standing over me in his black
suit staring intently at my face to check if I was feeling all right.
This is another nightly occurrence for me that, well let’s
be honest, would scare the pants off most and did to me at first. But I have
now learned to accept their quirky ways and almost obsessive need to make sure
I am ok.
Earlier in the first night one of the many MIB sentinels
squashed in to my cabin standing guarding me from the bottom of the bed moved
out from the wall and tilted his head to one side to ascertain if I required
help, so Nathan standing over me after a restless night was no surprise. Often when I can’t sleep Nathan will lie on
top of the covers next to me on the bed and put his arm around me. I feel instant comfort and warmth. Nothing makes me feel so safe and secure. His transparent form and face will become
clearer and I suddenly realise I am truly no longer alone in this life. He will always be by my side.
