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“there are a lot of people who say spirits, ghosts, are imaginary, but if you have an open mind, and show you’re not too afraid and are visionary, they are all around us. for me, anyway.” - pamela townley

Do you believe in Ghosts? Ever had any “paranormal experiences”? Absolutely. I have first-hand experience of ghosts, so totally believe in them. I don’t watch the television programmes of haunted houses, because I personally doubt any self-respecting ghost is that commercially minded. There are a lot of people who say spirits, ghosts, are imaginary, but if you have an open mind, and show you’re not too afraid and are visionary, they are all around us. For me, anyway. Many years ago we bought a small thatched cottage in Gloucestershire. It was fifteenth century. In the third week of the first month I was alone there with my three-year-old son, Rogan. It was dark, silent, very rural, middle of nowhere; and at night the countryside is very quiet. And suddenly as I lay in bed dozing with my child beside me, alone, husband away, the atmosphere changed. I felt it immediately. It seemed to squeeze as if it condensed and froze, yet it was very static. I was without doubt aware of the change and woke up fast, very alarmed. Almost at that moment my son woke and said he wanted to go to the bathroom. It was

downstairs. He went alone. He always did. This time he got no further than the stairs and came back, eyes very wide and frightened. Asking him what was wrong, he said there was someone out there, and it felt like ‘air’. His reaction confirmed it for me. The whole room felt as if it held its breath, a very ‘dense’ feeling, where the air had seemed to ‘stop’ as if there was a presence to be aware of. I thought of long skirts on the staircase sweeping, or the radical change of air that I felt too. I was frightened, alone in the middle of nowhere. Eventually I slept. It did not happen for the following nights, although I was anxiously awaiting it. But nothing. My husband returned the next month, and being a non-believer in spirits of any sort, laughed and said there was nothing there other than my imagination. The following month, third week in, again, I was alone in bed, with my son. And again, aware of the room in the half light, the atmosphere changed, squeezed and tightened, as if it held its breath. It was literally as if the pulse of the room was frozen, as if in a photograph. The air thickened, seeming to squeeze to a halt. It was odd, but now recognizable. And I sat up in shock. Because on the left side of my bed was a small woman, about four foot, in a long cloth dress, a working woman, I would say. She was clear enough. And on the right side of my bed were four men, taller, but not that tall, and they were indistinct. I took it in, and then she spoke. I have never forgotten her words: she said, “we’re sorry, we didn’t mean to frighten you, we only meant to welcome you…” And then she faded away, disappeared; so did they. The air softened and lightened again, moving as air does, not stationery or ‘squeezed’ as if on pause, and now released, as it had been before. And I lived there for another six years without incident. I actually rather missed her, wishing she would return.

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But she did not. She’d said her piece; thought I couldn’t take it. At one time I had an attic flat in central London, again in an old building. And it had been suggested that I was clairvoyant and so I was practicing some things, and turned out to be very successful at mind-reading, telepathy and visual contact: in that I could read people’s surroundings over the phone never having been in their homes for one thing. I handled a friend’s Crowley tarot cards which she read for others, and could not herself: being open minded, I took them up and immediately had powerful visions of her that morning in her garden with her cat and turned out to be absolutely right. I do have premonitions, did then about her, and have often since. Then I thought to take it a stage further, and some friends were doing a Ouija board the other side of the room. I sat in my power spot (learned from American Indians who believe in spirit guides and power spots) and wondered if I could move the glass. So I thought of an answer to the next question and there it went: spelling out my thoughts. I practiced a bit more of this ‘magic’ but not much; it didn’t seem right to be controlling people’s beliefs so surreptitiously. Around this time, I fully believed in a presence, a spirit I named Ada, who I thought lived in the rooms with me. And then my stepmother turned up, stood next to my ‘power spot’ and suddenly stumbled forward, turned shocked, and said, “what was that...!?”. She said it was as if a hand had thumped her in the back. She left quite quickly. I felt that ‘Ada’ did not like her, nor her interruption. There was another incident that was extreme, a violent image ahead, I saw it as an elemental and Ada had to protect me which appeared to weaken her (I was very in touch with her) and after that I thought I would stop, as I seemed to be straying over an invisible dark line which neither of us could cope with.

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