What Your Spiritual Medium Would Never Dare Tell You Extract

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 6^th 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.