Adalyn – Part One


I glance down the narrow bus aisle and adjust my eyes to the view up ahead.  My contact lenses hate the transition from short-sighted book words to long sighted night vision.  I can see my stop approaching.  It’s amazing how your mind habitually knows the twists and turns of a familiar route whilst at the same time you are engrossed in another world.

Two button presses later and I am edging my way along the aisle, bumping bag against seat sides as I make my way down and out of the bus.

The night is fresh, noisy and smells of Doner Kebab.  As I walk along the footpath I fumble into my bag to find my ear pods.

Once settled into my stride after I have hit shuffle on my iTunes I go back into my own world for my final leg of the commute until I’m home.

Katsu curry… do you make the chicken?  I’m sure you get the breast, coat in mayo and then dip in panko breadcrumbs.  I guess I could cheat and use a bag of chicken nuggets……that would be quick.  Nah, do it from scratch, Dillon will know the difference.  Ok, I will stop at the One Stop and grab some fresh chicken, oh and maybe some more mayo……..

I don’t know what comes first. The intake of air or the feeling that I can’t get the air out.  It’s the air out part, I can’t breathe, I can’t get the air out.  A memory from school, being winded by the football.  I remember this, winded.  I can’t take the air in….I can’t breathe.  It was so quick, the shock on my back, the rudeness of the shove, no it wasn’t a shove it was something stronger, it was violent, something hard and heavy and evil has hit my back……ear pods flying, i-phone turning so slowly, my bag, my things….the cold concrete, the pain, so much pain.  In the distance, I hear a siren……that was quick.

I have never been so afraid. I know I am hurt.  I know I am badly, badly hurt.  This is how it will end for me.  All those years of wondering how my time would come, now I know.  The feeling of knowing almost gives me relief. The pain, I feel red all over me. The pain starts to change as another pain hurts more.  I see my mums face.  I can smell her hair.  I am little, she is big, her hand is on my cheek.  I feel safe there, it’s familiar.  How can she be here?  This quickly?

“Adalyn?”, she is stroking my hand.  I squeeze her fingers.

“Mum” I hear myself speak even though my lips feel strange.

“Stand up, come on, stand up”, she pulls me.  Surely I can’t stand?  Not after that, that thing hit my back.  There was too much pain for standing…..wait, the pain has gone.

I feel myself stand but the motion is so fast that I become dizzy.  I am lighter. It’s an odd sensation.  I must have hit my head pretty badly.

“Mum, what happened to me?”

“It’s okay, just follow me, come on,” she said, I see her face turn, her hair is longer.  Wait, her hair?  That’s not my mum’s hair.  She pulls me along the road.  Her hair is catching the night breeze and it is flowing and long, golden, so golden….it makes me feel safe again.  I have never seen that hair, in photos maybe but not this hair.

“Mum?” I say, turning my head to look behind me.

“Don’t look, come this way, come…….” She says as she turns and our eyes meet.

I take another sharp intake of the night air.  She has my mother’s eyes but this is not my mother.

“Who are you?” I hear myself shout this.

“I am Anouk.  Come, let’s go” she says as she pulls harder on my arm.

I feel the urge to look behind again.  I move my weightless head and stop.  Stillness, my stillness.  My body lying on the concrete.  A police car with a dent on the bonnet, lights still flashing.  A police officer clutching my floppy hand with tears in his eyes.  He is crying for me.  My breath catches in my throat.  He is crying for me.  I want to hold him back.

“Let’s go Adalyn”, she pulls again. I look forward and follow her flowing golden locks.


To be continued.


Until next time,



The Intelligence Of Spirit

Every once in a while during my spiritual journey, something big happens that I will never forget.  These experiences are actually quite few and far between however, one of those very moments happened just last week, on 5thNovember, my 38thbirthday.

That night, I had a very vivid dream (to protect the identity of all those involved, I have changed the name below):

I was getting ready to meet someone and had dressed as if I was going for a job interview.  I remember feeling nervous and was in a very large building, like in the City.  I entered the foyer and approached the front desk, where a receptionist was waiting for me. 

“Who am I here to meet?” I asked. “Nathan Davies” she replied and quickly scribbled the name on a post it note and held it up to me, I could clearly see the spelling of the name.  “Nathan Davies” I repeated and turned to see a young man, around twenty or twenty-one who had his brown dog with him.  I remember his eyes and fair wavy hair.


When I awoke, I kept repeating the name in my head “Nathan Davies”.  I have connected with spirit via dreams in the past but never have I been given an accurate name before.  I knew it was significant.

I asked my colleague if she knew anyone by that name and she confirmed she didn’t.  I decided that perhaps it may be some message for me so I googled the name but came up with nothing really out of the ordinary.  I then decided to pop the name into a Facebook search.  Instantly I was drawn to a page called “Remembering Nathan Davies”.

When I clicked on the page and saw the photograph of the young man, exactly as I had in my dream, holding the dog on his lap, my mouth hit the floor.  It was him, Nathan.  I had a look at some of the posts on the page and I could work out that he must have died some years ago, however his mother was still badly grieving, she had only posted something on the page two days previously, detailing the agonising pain she was going through and still not being able to come to terms with her son’s loss.  It was then that I realised what I had to do, Nathan had come to me for a reason, he wanted to get a reading to his mum, I felt compelled to connect with him again and provide her with a reading.

I have to stress, I would never ever normally conduct a reading for someone without their permission.  This is ethically unacceptable.  However, the extraordinary circumstances of this event in the way that Nathan connected to me, was telling me this case was different.

I looked on the mum’s facebook profile and could see she lived in Australia so knew that this would not be an easy task but I prayed that my reading would be received with the kind wishes intended, the last thing I wanted was for her or the family to think I was some fake psychic trying to pray on a grieving family.

I took the plunge and sat down to start my reading and recorded it on an App via my mobile phone.

After I had finished, I just wasn’t sure if there was enough evidence there and wondered what the hell I should do.  But I told myself that I had to trust in this so I plucked up the courage and sent a message to Nathan’s mum via Facebook messenger.

After a day, I didn’t hear anything.  I then figured that this lady may be older and not very computer savvy so I decided to try and find a sibling, which I did,  on the remembrance page, a sister.  I messaged her and prayed she would receive it.

A day or so later, the sister messaged me back.  Initially a little bit cautious (completely understandable) she decided to receive the reading and I sent it across to her.  I must admit, I felt sick at this point.  My main worry was that they would think I was a charlatan but all I wanted to do was get Nathan’s love across to this mum.  It turns out that I need not of worried, because Nathan’s sister kindly gave me some feedback, which I will detail below (bringing out the key pieces of evidence):

  • I described Nathans personality in detail, how he was incredibly funny and the joker of the family (adapting his jokes to suit the family or friend member intended), but was also a gentle giant, would say what he felt in few words and sometimes sat back to observe things and take it all in.

Feedback: The description of his personality was correct


  • Nathan’s dog was significant and I stressed that when he got him, he wanted him to be his dog only and not a “family dog” as such.

Feedback: Nathan went to a bird breeding auction and ended up getting a dog, before he asked the permission of his parents, he was 16 at the time.


  • I could see that someone had moved out of the family home just before Nathan died.

Feedback: Nathan’s sister moved out 2 months before he passed.


  • He clearly gave me the name Barry during the reading.

Feedback: Barry was Nathan’s tutor


  • He told me that he died by something very rare and that all the elements had to be aligned for that one thing to happen, the chances of which were remote

Feedback: Nathan’s sister confirmed that her brother died of something very rare


  • He was showing me a concert, or music venue, or the foyer of such like it held particular significance.

Feedback: This piece of evidence helped Nathan’s sister the most.  The week that he died, they were meant to be going to a concert which would have been on the night he passed.  They had decided earlier on in the week not to go.


  • Part way thought the reading I started to cough and struggled to talk, I then was shown a company that is heavily invested where Nathan would have lived, however whatever this company does it is causing pollution and there are health worries around this including coughing.

Feedback: The smoke causing the illness has affected both Nathans parents.

  • Nathan was showing me a book and he was handing it to his sister, he was making reference to the book like it was special and held significance for her only.

Feedback: Nathan paid for some of his sisters university text books.


  • Nathan was showing me that he loved to walk in nature, especially lakes.

Feedback: The house that Nathan lived in with his family was 10 metres from the lake. 



As you can read, I was so blown away by the feedback but mostly by the intelligence and power of spirits that are living another life from this one.  It is clear to me that Nathan wants to help his mother and family, however, he can’t get the message across.  So he is using any medium that will listen, it just so happens that I connect very well in my dream state to spirit, it also happens that I will always follow up a dream and a sign, which I did without fail and it lead me straight to Nathan’s family.

I don’t know if I will ever have anything happen like this again, but I hope that I do as in my opinion, it’s a fantastic way for a spirit to reach out to a loved one and another way for mediums to validate that life continues after we die.

Until next time,