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As a child I never believed that the dead were really dead. Even when my father expressed his own reluctance to believe in life after death I knew instinctively that there was an afterlife for the soul.

When I was 13 my belief was strengthened when a schoolfriend of mine was killed by a car. In the weeks before she died we had become especially close, travelling home on the bus together and visiting each other’s homes. The night before she died she came to me in a dream to say that she was going and we would not see her again. I did not understand what she meant until it was announced at the school assembly the next day that she had been killed in an accident. For three or four days after her death I felt slightly strange. It was as though I was in a tunnel. Everything was dark around me and I felt slightly depressed. Then on the third day the atmosphere lifted and I felt fine.

This was the first time that I had been on a psychic journey with a soul into the realms of the spirit world. Even then there was a part of me which understood that I was linking into my friend’s spirit as it moved through the death state and that when my mood had lifted she had been able finally to move on. I did not know where she had gone, but I knew that she was fine.

After that I would often feel her around. Whenever I passed the place where she had died I would feel her spirit enter my body and she would speak to me of her great joy at being in the spirit world but also of her great concern for her family’s welfare. She had been an only child, so the family grief at losing her was terrible.

Soon after this I began to see and feel ghosts and family spirits all around me, especially in my aunt’s house in Spain, which was over 300 years old and in the old part of town. Often the faint figure of a woman would stand on the stairs. She would disappear as soon as I looked straight at her, as if she was fearful of confrontation.

It was a turbulent time. My sleep was constantly interrupted by the spirits of the dead wandering in and out of my dream state and then I became very sick with an illness which the doctors could not diagnose but which meant that I had to spend some weeks under observation in hospital. Yet it soon passed as mysteriously as it had arrived.

At this time I coped with my psychic experiences through my Catholicism. My mother’s side of the family is Spanish and I have warm memories of following the older women to the local church on a Sunday to light candles and pray. At a young age I already understood the concept of purgatory and the practice of praying for the dead so that they could be relieved of their sins and go to heaven. I knew that the spirits I saw needed my help so every night I would say special prayers for them.