 |
Product Search
|
 |
|
Article Search
|
|
|
Resources
| |
|
Home > Meet The Parents
We Have Found 1 Products for your search of Meet The Parents.
Displaying Items 1 - 1:
Meet The Parents by Leon Drew
I've never really thought that much about re-incarnation or afterlife, and that's quite strange really considering some of the people I pick up in the cab each day! But last Thursday I had a very spooky, yet interesting conversation with this guy - a trader in the city - who was really into that kind of thing. It began with me being a total sceptic and finished with a phone number for a psychic by the time I set down!
I just happened to mention to him that I regularly see - and I mean regular as in every day of the week - the time, eleven minutes past eleven every morning and every evening. For some reason I'm drawn to the clock at that time, even though I don't want to look at it. Weird! Upon hearing this, the trader man told me that he was gifted with psychic powers (yeah right) and he thought that someone from the 'other side' was trying to connect with me. Now as a man with very few friends, I have to ask why someone from another world, another universe, another planet even, would want to befriend moi? Answer? I don't know.
So eleven eleven; I didn't think anything of it when it happened the first, or even the second time, but then, when my bank statement arrived and said that I had the princely sum of eleven pounds and eleven pence in my check account, something nagged at me, and it wasn't only the bank manager. Day after day and week after week those four digits, staring up at me, telling me something, but what?
Then the following afternoon after that cab ride I happened to catch a programme on the TV about British mediums, the audience packed with people from all over the place waiting and wanting messages from their dear departed. Now to me with my organised mind, all this nonsense about ghosties and things that go bump was a bit 'airy fairy', preferring instead to concentrate on why I only had eleven pounds and a few pence in my bank account. You see, to me that was more scary! Well, it was all going way over my head until a lady in the audience told the Medium, Tony, about her birthdate and how she kept seeing it in different forms every day. The clock, the cooker oven, her watch, exactly the same as me. Hers was ten ten. October tenth. Every day the numbers jumped out just begging to be looked at. Up until this show I hadn't given a second thought to a possible connection between my experience and the other side, but Tony told the woman that the numbers she saw meant somebody was trying to 'get through' to her and it was just their way of making contact.
I lost my mum last year and my dad passed over some thirty years ago, but these 'timely interventions' only started very recently so I naturally wondered whether someone was trying to make contact with me. We know it's at times of pain and bereavement, when we're at our most vulnerable that we tend to gravitate towards clairvoyance as I did in 1977 when my dad went. I recall that I visited an individual for a reading then, but as most of what I was told turned out to be pretty meaningless I never bothered with one again. But now though, on the strength of Mr Trader and the TV programme, I thought I'd ring the number he'd given me in the cab and take this matter to another level.
The following Saturday morning I walked into Tom's house and was surprised to see a rather chubby, avuncular chap answering the front door to me. After a few pleasantries, we sat down together in a plain little room at the rear of his house. No candles, no incense or jossticks, no crystal ball sitting in the middle of the table, just a little room at the back of the ordinary suburban semi. Then it kicked off!
"Rose" he said. He just looked me straight in the eye and said my mum's name. "Rose says hello and sends you her love." Tom asked whether that was my mum and I nodded. "Well your mum is sitting next to me and she wants me to tell you that she is fine" Of course, I was a little overwhelmed by this; I mean how on earth, or should that be heaven's sake, did Tom know my mum's name? Clearly pleased that he had made some positive contact between her and I, he then asked if my dad was something to do with clothes, or "fabrics or textiles." Dad was an old fashioned tailor in the East End of London in the 50s and 60s and once again my eyes gave him the metaphoric thumbs-up. "Well, I see a man with grey hair, sitting on a bench and sewing some sort of fabric. "This is your father, isn't it?" It was and my astonishment was evident; he had just described my dad right down to his follicles and as I looked into Tom's deep dark watery brown eyes I could actually see my old man for the first time in thirty years. With all this information came an infusion of pleasure, which ran right through me and over the next forty-five minutes excitement and elation filled me in equal measure with Tom passing messages from both my parents.
Tom also spoke about my two brothers and actually mentioned them by name, in my younger brother's case his first and his second. He also told me that my daughter - how does he do it? - was going to have a baby girl within weeks and wouldn't you know, three months later Harriet Lucy was born. He mentioned three or four times during the reading that both my mum and dad were pointing to their stomachs and to him it indicated a health problem in that area. Both my parents had actually died from heart attacks, but Tom was insistent that they were telling him something relating to a problem in that area of the body. For half an hour he kept mentioning it and for half an hour I kept shaking my head, and it was only after I had to excuse myself for the second time during the reading to go to the 'loo, did Tom realise that my mum and dad were actually passing on their concerns about my own health, and as it turned out they were spot on as the Saturday of my reading I had a real bad case of Delhi belly. You see, even in another life, mums and dads still worry about the kids!
The time with Tom passed all too quickly and the hour spent together recalling and replaying family memories of uncles and cousins, friends who were on "this side" and others who were on the "side of spirit" was indeed an insight into an unknown and fascinating world. But eleven eleven, what was that all about? "Well" Tom said, "the four numbers mean something to your parents, but they haven't told me what." Well I was really frustrated not to have got to the bottom of the riddle, but sensing my disappointment he added, " I think that they've used these numbers as a mechanism to get you to see someone like me so they could make contact with you." Well sorry, but I wasn't convinced and despite the whole experience being a positive and enjoyable one, I was still left with unanswered questions about eleven eleven. I was really quite content to leave it at that, but a couple of days later my brother phoned me and I told him about my psychic sitting with Tom so you can imagine my surprise when he quite casually told me a strange story that not only solved the numbers game, but also unlocked a long kept family secret.
It turns out that in November 1928, my mum and dad ran away from home together because my mum's father wouldn't allow them to get married; She was only nineteen, far too young in those days. This was news to me, as I, and he, knew that their wedding anniversary was in July. What I didn't know though and what was kept as a secret for the best part of eighty years was that my parents actually had two wedding anniversaries, the first a civil ceremony in November 1928 when they eloped together, and the second, a religious ceremony in July 1929, celebrated in a synagogue after my grandfather had finally given his blessing! Everybody in the family knew the date was July 25th 1929. Now the revelation. Guess what the date of the first wedding anniversary was? The one where my mum and dad ran off together to get married. It was November; The eleventh of November 1928. Eleven eleven! My four numbers. The clock, the watch, the microwave, the computer display, all telling me something I should really know, and now I do! So there we are, problem solved. The numbers did mean something after all and Mr Trader really did crunch them correctly.
About the Author
So the question now is, are these people, the ones who claim to have privileged 'hotlines' to the dead, the ghosts and the 'not too sure where I want to be' brigade, genuine or are they cheap tricksters? Are they really gifted with special powers or just gifted with the gab? People will say that they prey on the innocent vulnerability of others but almost as many insist that they provide comfort and peace of mind to those who look for answers to really difficult questions. I certainly have my opinion, what's yours?
|
