Mediumship: An overview of my personal experience from early childhood to Lily Dale Part Two

I was a strange child I admit it. My mother would often say, “Why aren’t you outside playing with the other children.”

Often visitors to our home would wonder who I was speaking to.
Once an alarmed police officer came into the room where I was “playing” claiming he’d heard other voices in the room. He looked around bewildered than looked down at me and smiled.
My mother had by this time followed him into the room.

He said, “Your son has a remarkable ability to throw and disguise his voice. I could have sworn I heard adult voices and conversations in here.”

The police officer was a neighbor and the father of my best friend.

I preferred to “play” alone.
Still do.

My wife sometimes asks if I ever get lonely.
I tell her, “I’m never alone dear.”
I think she is just now, after thirty years of marriage, beginning to understand what I really mean when I say that.

I have never been alone, not a single day in my life.
I can feel the “company” all around me, most often pleasant and with good intentions, sometimes not. It wasn’t until I stumbled upon Modern Spiritualism and I heard the childhood stories of other mediums that I began to understand that my life experience is not unique to me.

Some would say that every child has these experiences. Some families “socialize” them away faster than others. But for all of the strange, sometimes scary, but always wonderful experiences of my life I would not trade places with anyone. I would rather live in a world of Spirit, in a world of wonder than in a world without.

I mentioned the Native American carving that I used in séances when I was eight. I also used a Charlie McCarthy doll. The doll became a problem for me and I had to get rid of it.

Once I was sitting alone in my room.
It was dusk and from my window I had a great view of the alley.
I grew up in Baltimore City.
My family lived in a row home.
Alleyways separated the rows of homes on the back side.
Many of our neighbors were gardeners and loved to tend their gardens in the cool of the evening.
They would work and socialize and, not knowing it was rude to do so at the time, I would watch from my window. I believe this incident occurred after the séance mentioned before.
Watching from my window was an evening ritual for me.

Pictured below is an image of my backyard from my bedroom window. Sadly you cannot see the alley or the other homes in the image. This photo was taken on my first birthday in the summer of 1961.

Andover Road

My parents were among the friendliest in the neighborhood and our home was always filled with visitors. The conversation from the living room downstairs provided a kind of comforting white noise for me but, lost in my own world; I never really eavesdropped on those conversations.

On this particular evening I was watching pockets of neighbors chatting below.
I could hear the blurred murmur of conversation from what I thought was the living area downstairs.

Suddenly I heard my name whispered clearly and distinctly from directly behind me in my room.

“David,” it said in clear whisper.

I was startled.

I hadn’t heard anyone come into the room.

I turned around as quickly as I could but saw no one.
But I knew someone was there and I knew that that someone was very close in proximity to me.
I was suddenly cold and extremely nervous.
I had gone from a meditative state of twilight and peace to alert, cold, and frightened in an instant.

The room was dark.

I ran down the stairs to what I expected to be a crowd of people, the same crowd I had been listening to all evening.
No one was there and as soon as I reached the bottom of the stairs the conversations I’d been listening to stopped.
The house was dark.
I ran outside as quickly as I could.

“Where do you think you’re going,” a neighborhood babysitter said.
“Where are my parents,” I demanded to know.
“They’ve gone out for a bit,” she said, “they asked me to wait here to keep an eye on you.”
“How long have you been sitting there?” I asked.
“I’ve been here an hour or two.”
“Has anyone entered of left my home during that time?”
“No one,” she said.

From that day forward I pay attention to the subtle and sometimes not so subtle sounds around me. Today, spirits normally present a visual image to my mind. You might call that clairvoyance if you are in the mood to classify. But hearing or clairaudience is not at all uncommon for me. And feeling a presence or clairsentience, is perhaps the most common of all.

If you don’t feel comfortable in the presence of a spirit it is your right to ask it to leave. If it refuses, as a Christian I command it to do so in the name or rather in the authority that is in the name of Jesus. I also rely on the Archangel Michael for assistance in such matters. As such I have never failed to rid myself or someone else or some place of an unwanted spiritual presence.

I know that you may not be Christian and you may be wondering, “What do I do if I don’t believe in Jesus or in the Archangel Michael?” My suggestion would be to invoke whatever higher power or Infinite Intelligence you worship or respect.

Jesus made an interesting comment to his disciples in the context of expelling unwanted spiritual entities. He said, “I give unto you power to tread on serpents and scorpions, and over all the power of the enemy: and nothing shall by any means hurt you.” – Luke 10:19

Christians believe this “power” is exclusive to them.
Occultists believe that it is inherent in humanity, that we as humans, all of us without exception and without regard to creed or belief, have a divine mandate to rule over nonhuman entities.

One thing I do feel confident of is that all human beings possess a great deal more power both to “tread on serpents” and to change their own lives for the better than they ever give themselves credit for.

Once a person realizes that he or she is powerful enough to take control of his or her life then there is no evil entity or evil circumstance to blame, then suddenly the responsibility for his or her life for good or ill, belongs only to him or her and to no one or nothing else. That is a responsibility some cannot bear, that is why entities with evil intent get a foothold, and that, I believe, is what Jesus was telling his followers – in essence, “You are responsible now go out and create a better world.”

If you don’t like an entity that has come into your life human or nonhuman, expel them. You have the power.

Okay I’m feeling soap boxy so I’ll stop now.
More later much loved ones.


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