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Church Bells begin to awaken Nan
Although the spirits of the Lady and her son made several visits over the next few months, it was not until one evening in mid-August, 1972 that Nan, the old servant came back to chat with Helen when she was out watering her garden as the church bells were ringing during their practice night.
Nan - Them bells are lovely! Haven't heard them for years. Years since they played like that. They used to, when the Mistress took herself to church. Sunday mornings. Then they stopped. Maybe there wasn't no-one to ring 'em.
The conversation continued as Helen went indoors to relax inside the cottage.
Helen - You mean you didn't hear them?
Nan - I mean they didn't ring.
Helen - The bells have always been ringing, as they used to do. Perhaps you didn't hear them?
Nan - How could I NOT hear 'em when I lives here, close to the church?
Helen {not pressing the point yet that she hadn't heard them because she had died} - Did you find that doctor for me?
Nan - No, Madam, I couldn’t find no doctor.
Helen – What! No doctors in this village?
Nan – Village? Well, I ain’t seen no doctors.
Helen – And no village?
Nan - Maybe I didn’t look.
Helen – But where do you buy all your food? There must be shops.
Nan – I get’s all me own food.
Helen (trying another tack to make Nan realise she is imprisoned by her own thoughts) – And you like your neighbours?
Nan – Neighbours! I don’t mix up much with neighbours. Just want to know your business. That’s neighbours.
Helen – So you don’t see them?
Nan – No, Ma’am. I told you I don’t mix up with folks.
Helen – Perhaps your neighbours are all dead?
Nan – Dead? They can’t be. I wouldn’t be living ’ere alone, would I?
Helen - You do seem to have been pretty lonely, I feel.
Nan – I always kept meself to meself, so I’m not lonely. But I know you, don’t I?
Helen – Oh, but I’m different.
Nan – How different?
Helen – Well, you see, I’m alive.
Nan – So am I…aren’t I?
Helen - Are you?
Nan – I must be! Didn’t I ’ear the bells?
Helen – Only because I was there, too, my dear.
Nan (frightened) - Only because…?
Helen – You see, I live here too, and I can see the neighbours and the shops…and find a doctor.
Nan – Why don’t I? Tell me that. Why don’t I see them?
Helen – Maybe because you are not living like once you did.
Nan (terrified) – You’re not tryin’ to tell me I’m dead, are you? Dead? I’m alive! I’m talking to you, ain’t I? ’Ow could I be dead? It’s YOU. I remember now. You kept talkin’ about death before. That’s it! YOU’RE dead! You must be a ghost. Oh, Lord, I’m seeing a ghost! I’m seeing a ghost!
Helen – No, my dear. It could be…the other way round.
Nan vanished, unable to face the reality of her being dead, even after all these years. Two days later, when Helen was listening to Beethoven’s Fifth Symphony on the radio from the Royal Albert Hall Promenade Concert, the Boy appeared, commenting on the old servant’s reactions.
Boy - Progress has been made. We are joyful. The dear soul has for so long closed herself into a thought world of her own which has no reality and no substance. This soul for much of her life on the earthplane was made to be submissive to others, thus she created a ‘life’ of freedom as her heaven, and refused to acknowledge the fact of death. Can she be blamed? Of course not. But it is for her to find reality. And slowly, she is drawing towards that boundary line between truth and delusion. She is slowly awakening!
Helen – But awakening to what?
Boy – She has no conception of survival after death, nor of a world of thought, though paradoxically she has created such a ‘world’: a cosy illusion of escaping from all bonds of service and with the earthly continuing satisfaction of eating, sleeping and arising. Now, at last, she is beginning to doubt that ‘world’. This is healthy and it must be so. But as she comes to realize her aloneness, what will be the state of her poor untutored, closed-in mind? Fear, of course, and terror for what comes next. Regret for the loss of her ‘projected heaven’. And yet we wait in Love and Light to meet her. In earth life she was kind to me, and often protected me from the contemptuous attitude of my mother. Our old servant is not a ‘lost’ soul as you once thought, only a strayed lamb, who has wandered into the tortuous thickets of her own mind which close her away from those Shepherds who would guide and succour her.
Our task is to open her mind to the welcome that awaits her. As yet, she cannot see me, nor can she visualize the beloved Brother who pours the Light of Spirit over her. She can and will only concentrate on what she considers is the loss of her ‘freedom’ and the collapse of her ‘world’. But YOU she can both see and be in communication with, as you have already proved. Already your thoughts transferred to her mind have set in motion a reversal of ideas. For at present she is certain that you are the one who has departed from earthly life; and yet she wonders. At least that is a start. When she ‘finds’ you again in her consciousness, it will be your part to instruct her of the true state of her affairs.
Helen - How am I, who know nothing of the experience of the next world, to convince someone who was already in it? [This is the chief problem with undertaking rescue and release work from this side! Richard R.]
Boy - We are indeed asking much of you. But, remember that you have the Open Ear (clairaudience), a gift of the Spirit; and that, from those to whom much is given, much is expected. You have free-will, of course, to cease the ‘sessions’ with this imprisoned soul.
You are not working alone, dear Friend. We will always be near to guide your thoughts, to influence your choice of language. Always, we will pour the Light of understanding about you both as you converse, to mitigate her ‘fear of the unknown’. Through us will pour the love and the power for the 'lost lamb'; but you must constitute the 'channel' from us to her. You may be surprised at the way in which this will work itself out. But can you really doubt the outcome?
Helen - No. I can feel a great wave of healing and peace, and all my anxieties are relived.
Boy - There will come a point at which she will be enabled to 'see' me in her own consciousness, yet not until some other measure of conviction has been applied. Be patient with her, and have faith in the Plan. Remember, Love overcomes all obstacles in the long run.
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