I had a friend who had first come to me as a client with leukaemia. A long time after this I knew she was a special and gifted healer. Her name was Christine, she had decided to do my healing course. During this healing course all sorts of weird and wonderful things started to happen. Every member of the class became aware that something unusual was going on. Guides appeared and started doing the healing for us. We all stood back in awe of this. One girl was literally lifted about a foot and a half off the ground. One man while sitting in a chair, said he could feel himself being manipulated, his arms and legs were gyrating all over the place in front of our eyes.

While the course was still going on, I just knew that Christine’s leukaemia had returned. I knew that this time I would not be able to do a single thing about it. I also knew that no treatment, medical or otherwise was going to do any good, her time was up. This is one person I had described as, an angel without wings, not only to myself but to a friend Paddy McMahon, when I asked him to see her for me. I just knew she was going to get them and soon.

I had decided not to tell her, this was in October and I knew she wouldn’t find out until January, so I decided to let her have a peaceful Christmas with her family and son. I had never done this before and have never done it since. But there was an incredible feeling that I had to keep this from her. As it happened, when the medical profession did discover that her disease had returned in January, they reiterated that this time nothing could be done.

When Christine did discover she was ill again, she knew immediately before being told that her time was up. She also knew that I had known for some time. We set about making plans, talking about life, the afterlife, guides, what she would be doing from the other side to help.

We were with each other nearly all the time from then on. I knew I could keep her pain at bay and give her full support, but we both knew that the rest was in the lap of the Gods. I did know how long she would live, how I knew I don’t know, just this inner knowing again. Whenever we were together we noticed that we could read each other’s thoughts, so I had to be extremely careful with my own thoughts.

One day Christine asked me to imagine a private place where she could go in her mind and feel safe, so we invented a beautiful haven with a lake, trees, a healing temple, and a fountain. She then decided she wanted a beach and a house with lots of windows over looking the beach. Any time she got scared after this Christine would go to her private place.

After doing healing on her one day she said I want to go to my private place, will you come with me Catherine so I will feel safe? All of a sudden we were both in the place we had imagined. After this we did it on a regular basis. We would have conversations in this place and be able to discuss our conversations after our trip!

We were really amazed by this; the only other time I had ever been able to do this was with my own son. If I verbally took us on a meditation, we would be able to be together and have conversations, then discuss them with each other afterwards, we always saw the same things and the same people, but I assumed we could do this because he was my son and we were not only on the same wave length, but alike in many ways.

With Christine it was different. I then began to think if we could do this, so can everyone else. So we invited another friend to join us. Instantly we were all in the same place having a chat, after which we discussed all that we had talked about on our journey into Christine’s private place.

Sometimes the three of us would go into our journey and Christine and I would find each other, but we could not find our other friend, whose name was also Catherine. When we came back to reality (such as it was) Catherine would say where were the two of you? I couldn’t find you.

Before Christine made her transition into the spirit world, she asked me if she ever needed me or if I ever needed her, and then we could meet in out private place and have a chat. Which is exactly, what we do. Soon after she died our other friend Catherine and I would go to our private place, I would meet Christine but Catherine would not be able to find us. But we would have been together. Christine would laugh and say we lost Catherine again, and tell me to tell her certain things.

Always the joker, in life and in the after life, that’s Christine, nothing much changes!



So you see the strange things can become our normality. At least it certainly is in my life. Seeing spirits beings and guides are just normal to me and have never scared me, I know I am safe.

by Catherine Campbell -

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