Page 21 - Spirit-Releasing The Light Within

The initial excitement was enormous. I suffered from what I
now term the "Eureka" factor. Down to the pub to meet my

friends; to amaze them with my new "powers". "Who do you
want to speak to?", and away I’d go pencil scribbling furiously
over the paper. All the different handwriting from the different

communicators! The discarnate writing to the incarnate. No
reverence where the dead are concerned; no hesitation in

calling them at any time. I was to learn their tolerance of my
showmanship. Spirit didn't mind my silliness. While I was
being smart, showing off, spirit was using me to raise questions

in the heads of others and at the same time provide me with
many valuable lessons in spirit communication. The learning

had begun.
My initial contact was with a spirit who identified
itself by the name Webb. It was Webb who was the spirit

“control” for the various escapades I indulged myself in. This
spirit showed extreme tolerance for my demands. I asked that
Webb would show me where he was buried.

The next day I set about trying to find Webb’s grave.
He had told me that when he realised how bloody a war
Cromwell was conducting he decided to leave the army. He

had been conscripted anyway. He felt he couldn’t go home to
England and was afraid to stay in Ireland in case either side

caught him so for safety sake he joined the Sarsfield