Spirit Rescue

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Spirit Rescue

My son Simon, and his partner, moved into a basement flat in Ramsgate, in Kent. The flat, we later found out, was part of a converted house which had, at one time, been used in the Napoleonic wars, for the officers' quarters. We'd viewed the flat with them and thought it was a nice little place, it was right on the sea front and seemed to be an ideal starter home for them.

However, after they'd been living there for a just a few weeks peculiar things began to happen. They were aware that there was someone else there in the flat with them, although they couldn't actually see anyone. They could smell a distinct smell of cigar smoke and at night, sometimes they would hear noises as though the doors were being opened and closed - they'd investigate, but found nothing. When we visited we could sometimes smell the cigar smoke too and noticed that there was a definite chill at times in certain areas of the flat. These things continued to happen but they thought that it must just be noises and smells coming from the other flats above them.

One day they were in the kitchen and the cooker began to violently shake, it was really vibrating, as though somebody was shaking it very hard. They didn't like this very much! They were very much aware that someone was doing it, although they couldn't actually see anyone... They got quite frightened with all these strange happenings. It got to the point where Simon would avoid going home by himself and would stop off at our house until his partner, Annette, was ready to join him and they'd go home together.

A couple of weeks went past. They had some friends come to stay with them from the Midlands, they belonged to a motor bike club. Some were sleeping in the living room, some in the spare bedroom, in fact they were all over the place. A couple of them were woken up in the night and they said that they saw a soldier! He was dressed in a green uniform, he had a monocle and was holding a glass of what they thought to be whiskey. He was standing in the doorway, just staring at them. They leapt out of their sleeping bags, very startled, wondering what on earth was going on, and the man just disappeared.

After that things got worse. Other people were now becoming aware that there was another "person" in the flat. One night my daughter, Ruth, slept there. She was lying on the settee and she actually felt him come over to her and pull at her sleeping bag. Obviously, this frightened her very much. This was all getting too much, but they couldn't give the flat up because it would have been difficult to find somewhere else to live and it was actually a very nice flat. I had a friend who was a trance medium, she worked with her daughter, and I decided to contact her. They had done "spirit rescues" before and so decided that they would try to help us.

On the evening that they came to the flat the phone was taken off the hook, the doorbell was switched off, and everything was made so that she would not be disturbed as she was going into deep trance. It took ages to communicate with this spirit (who turned out to be a Napoleonic Officer, wearing a green uniform) because at first he refused to speak to her. "I don't talk to women." He said. He voice was booming and he came across as a real male chauvinist! Eventually he did decide that he would talk. His story was that he was waiting in the doorway - waiting for his troops to come back. He didn't know he was dead. To him this was still his home and his barracks. He said "I am waiting for my troops to come back, they should be coming back any moment."

He did say that he felt his eyes had grown very weak because everything looked misty and blurred. He thought this was still his barracks but not quite the same, he was getting a little muddled himself because he said "There were a lot of children here the other day." [Which must have been the motor bike crowd.] "They were sleeping rough, they must have come in off the street. I didn't mind, but this really cannot go on."

We realised that he was seeing people. He also said that he had seen one child who was fast asleep and he had gone over to look at her at and he had "knocked her". [He didn't understand about the sleeping bag, but it must have been Ruth that he was talking about, the time when she had felt him pull on her sleeping bag.]

He was talking "through" my friend who was in trance, but it was his voice, it was a manly voice, very deep. At this point my friend's daughter began to speak to him and asked if he knew what year it was. He said it was 1800 and something (I'm afraid I can't remember now the date he gave us, but it was in the early 1800's). She said "Do you know that it is 1986?" "How can it be?" He replied. He sounded very bewildered and was silent for a while.

Next she asked when he was last in battle. He told her that he had been in Belgium, with his horse, Salamander, which had been killed. He seemed very upset by the death of his horse and said that he couldn't get over the fact that his horse had been killed. What we believe happened was that it wasn't just his horse that got killed, but that he had been killed too.

After this she had to try to convince him that he'd died in the battle. There was another long period of silence and then he said "But I'm here." She said "Yes, but you should go on. You need to look for the light." She asked whether, if she could bring his horse Salamander to him, with someone, he would he get on his horse and go to the light.

He asked her to convince him that he was in fact dead, admitting that he did feel strange and that he knew things weren't quite right. Suddenly he said that he could see his horse and that someone was leading it, he didn't know who it was, but said that he seemed to be a kindly looking person. My friend's daughter was able to convince him get on his horse and go with the person; and to go to the light. Which he did, although he was reluctant at first, it took a lot of persuasion, but finally it dawned on him that he had really died and so he went to the light. (Although this account seems very brief it actually took a couple of hours to sort it all out with him.)

It was so strange afterwards because it was just as though a cloud had lifted from the flat. In fact everyone, even friends who had known nothing about "stuff", commented that the flat "felt" different - even though half of them hadn't really known what had gone on there. Simon and Annette didn't stop at the flat for much longer after that, but at least they had helped to rescue that poor spirit. It does make you wonder how many more lost spirits there are like him, that don't realise that they've passed on and need help to "go to the Light".

Diane, east Sussex, England

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