Messages From Mediums
Spiritualist Church, Witney – 29th May 1994
I’d been only a few times before
With each, I’d enjoyed it more
First spoken to, at the last one
My Spirit messages had begun
Now the medium was named Caycee
My mother was there too, beside me
“The name Williams can anyone take?”
But the surname link we failed to make
No one accepted, she let it go
Then came to me, with evidence to show
“I have a man who is here for you
With terrible breathing problems too”
As she stood leaning over the table
With no doubt, I was easily able
To see the exact position he was in
Just to be able to continue breathing
Caycee described well his personality
“Direct and forcefull,” is what you see
On the outside a very hard shell
But soft inside, I’d come to know well
My oldest uncle, stern and tall
As a child I didn’t know at all
Of his gentler and softer side
From his aloofness I would hide
In a male dominated world
His own life had uncurled
Brothers, and sons of three
I felt no closeness to me
Grown and on my special day
He had something new to say
“You can now have a kiss”
My wedding, I, no longer a Miss
A very successful business man
Working hard was his plan
Knicknamed Mr Unipart
He was known by many a heart
A sign of the times was his way
Smoking many cigarettes every day
Eventually developing terrible disease
His life no longer was a breeze
Leaving work, he would often spend
Days with me and guidance lend
In a home-office with my Dad
Family business, where fun was had
I got to know of his love of family
Not often shown at all physically
The old ways, men were kept apart
Told it’s a weakness showing heart
His health deteriorated rather fast
He died at home, peaceful at last
After struggling so hard for breath
He was ready to move on to death
At his funeral two poems were shared
In my life a turning point declared
From that moment on I began to seek
My Spiritual path, individual, unique
Now just over two years gone by
It was him no doubt, I couldn’t deny
His words for me would deeply instil
To set my course, opening up a skill
“Write everything down, keep it sorted
Business-like, evidence reported
Someday in your future you will need
Your written words… you will succeed”
Then my mum was spoken to
His sense of humour shining through
More evidence for us plain to see
He had visited her home clearly
“You have home improvements going on”
(A bathroom conversion, he was not wrong)
“I’ve had a laugh, as I check and look
Perhaps another builder you should book”
That’s not funny, you might say
Unless you know of our family way
My Dad employed my brothers and me
In his Builders and Decorators: G & G
With the strong evidence so overwhelming
I heeded the advice and started to bring
Notes together, writing more when I could
Being sorted I enjoyed and understood
Three years later, writing a new baby card
Words flowed so easily, it wasn’t hard
But not intended when I sat to write
For my first grandchild, a pure delight
I never gave the poem, putting it away
Now I know I began my truth that day
Over the years many more would flow
As my Spiritual calling began to grow
Wisdom kept from living family life
Ups and downs, calmness and strife
Daughter, Wife, Mother, Grandmother too
Different perspectives I’ve gone through
Always seeking the Spiritual side
On this journey I loved to ride
In 99’ a vision came to me
So I wrote notes down, clearly
Over the years many visions I wrote
As my imagination would drift, float
In 2016 I was guided to write and share
‘Insight,’ my first experience, becoming Aware
I thought that would be the only one
My visions not relevant for everyone
Three years later a reveal for me
Of who I was meeting by the sea
Given a new meaning of ‘Footprints’
I also began to see the many hints
All culminating to show me my way
My visions I was meant to display
New and old ones I began to write
With my notes to get them right
What I thought personal to me
Blogging, others inspired to see
Divine Timing has played a part
As I share what’s in my heart
Posting my poems randomly
Others find meaning so clearly
Ken Williams, my uncle by birth
I spent not much time with on Earth
Now the grand part that he played
I now easily see, the path we laid
Hidden depths of family love
Messages from his Spirit above
“Write everything down,” he wisely told
Now worth more to me than pure gold
I Bless and thank him abundantly
His presence in my life, I now see
As a catalyst bringing me to be Aware
Of my true path I came here to share
Trina Graves – 6th June 2020
About This Poem
Reflecting back on our lives it can be so interesting to see those people who might not have been a large part of our life, but who had an immense impact.
My Uncle Ken had not been in my life very much really compared to others. And I should point out that he was not a religious man, I don’t even know what his beliefs were. So it’s quite strange that it was at his funeral that my Spiritual Path definitely began! As I mention in my poem, at his funeral two sympathy poems were handed around, these were ‘Death Is Nothing At All’ by Henry Scott Holland and ‘I Am Standing On The Seashore’ by Luther F. Beecher. I was fascinated by these, and from then onwards I began to collect inspirational quotes and poems. I was particularly drawn to sympathy poems and found many of them to be uplifing.
From this simple start I began to look for more than just novels when I went to the library (pre-internet days!) I can now clearly see how the Law Of Attraction or synchronicity began to bring me the perfect books to learn more!
I’d known of the Christian Spiritualist Churches as my mother and some of her siblings had gone to services when I was younger. As mentioned, this was my second visit. I only went to services for a few years, not regularly, but this was the strongest evidence I ever received, at church, for continuation of life after death. The physical and character description were undeniable and over time the advice proved to be a very important part of my life.
Numerology
A few days ago, I worked out my uncles birth number, and was very pleasantly surprised that it is a three, which actually means ‘a catalyst!’ Amazing!!! I then worked out his number for the day he died, an eleven, which is a special number that is not reduced down to a single digit, it means illumination and enlightenment.
Born 31st August 1935 (3+1+8+1+9+3+5 = 30 3+0=3)
Died 25th January 1992 (2+5+1+1+9+9+2 = 29 2+9=11)
I’m now wondering if I was not the only one he was a catalyst for as these are such powerful numbers to have together!
31st August is also the day that Princess Diana died in 1997, also an eleven for illumination and enlightenment.(3+1+8+1+9+9+7 = 38 3+8 =11)
I truly believe Diana was murdered, her death truly shocked the world and I am sure led many people to begin to question so much of what we are told is the ‘truth.’ It certainly opened my eyes!
Namaste
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