The Cassandra Syndrome, Colin Brookfield, Colin Brookfield [i like reading books .txt] 📗

the previous night. I then went for my morning coffee. On my return I was again greeted by the miasma. The lady arrived later for her items and I had a list of happenings for her to look at.

By then the miasma had dissipated and I read off the information that had come to me from that far away place of her former husband.

“I saw a man on an operating table; everyone around him was in white.”

Lady: “He had just had an operation and in that country, surgeons still wear white,”

“Who owns a light brown horse, its dark mane brushed down to its right?”

Lady: ‘He did, many years ago when he was a professional hunter’.

“Who might the lady be that I saw with black styled hair and white nightdress?”

Lady: “It fits my sister’s description; she is staying there to help out.”

‘Who do you know with startlingly blue eyes?”

Lady: “That was a feature of my ex husband, that cannot be seen in the picture!”

I related the miasma phenomena to her but not my conclusions.

Money was offered but I declined as I always do. The lady left with my findings in hand, saying she would be seeing her ex husband and his wife within a week or so, then would phone me from there and bring me a present on return. As she left, I told my wife, that if the gentleman I was healing gets to see my notations, he will not be pleased and we will hear no more from the lady – and we never did.

That evening in my office, I was suddenly confronted by a white mist, which cleared to leave me standing on a theatre floor left of stage, to look diagonally across to the right of stage wings within which, stood the figure of the limbo spirit who had needed my help. There was bright light behind him and wispy white figures helping him out through the curtain wings and into the light.

I remember thinking afterwards how it all fitted together so well. ‘Life is a stage and we are but actors upon it’ and at the end of our career, we must, as others do, leave the stage through the wings for the very last time.

 

Remote viewing of Willow and Sable

Very early, on the morning of Tuesday 6th January 2004, we received a delivery from a company in Leeds. It was not until four hours later we realised that both our Siamese cats, Willow and Sable were missing and, must have jumped into the back of their van.

Sat 10th

Clairvoyantly, I received a view from the back of the vehicle in which our cats were trapped, as it proceeded away from our house, which gave me the direction in which they were being carried away. Then I saw a small stream with a railway line parallel to it. This concerned Sable as I was using her collar whilst doing psychometry. For some reason she was out of sight but, the feeling of her terror was palpable; I got exactly the same picture and feeling, on five consecutive evenings and she was still out of sight.

By now a national search was under way because the vehicle had made twelve other deliveries across country on its way back to Leeds but the delivery men remained in denial about the cats.

Mon 12th

Using Willow’s collar, I saw his view of someone’s kitchen or dining room and could see a dresser with coloured chinaware on it. I got the word ‘BEDE’. My wife tried to find this on the internet, thinking that it might be a place where the drivers had stopped along the route but, to no avail.

Thurs 15th

We had a report that schoolchildren had seen an unusual, light coloured cat, thought to be Siamese, about three quarters of a mile away where they caught their school bus. Although it was pouring with rain, we proceeded to that place immediately and with torches, made our way on foot. After searching, calling and whistling for about an hour, we finally heard Sable’s weak ‘meow’ above the sound of the storm. It took quite a while to find a break through the hawthorn hedge and then backtrack towards the distressed cat. Eventually she was discovered deep inside a great mound of rotting pieces of wood in a deserted area. It was little wonder I could not see her during clairvoyance. The brook next to her (which I fell in to), was in spate and her place, flooded.

We later discovered that on the further side of the adjacent field, there was a railway line running parallel with the brook. Despite having this information at hand, it never crossed my mind to consult the local map. Had I done so, we would have found her within a day.

Sable was so emaciated and terrorized that it became apparent that she had not budged for the eleven days. It proves that clairvoyance also expects one to use their intelligence and I, obviously had not.

Fri 16th

My wife was driving back from the village Post Office to put a poster in about Willow when on the off chance, decided to call at a house that she was passing, just to spread the word about him. To her surprise, they reported that their neighbours had seen him in their garden the previous day (Thursday 15th), so she went to see them.

The neighbour confirmed that she had seen him and furthermore, their cat’s food had started disappearing at a rather unusual rate, so it seemed that Willow had become a ‘cat flap raider’. They also had a dresser with coloured chinaware on it.

When my wife reported the event to the Post Mistress later, she replied “Oh yes, I know that couple, they live at ‘Bede’s Meadow’ which used to be called ‘St. BEDE.” We were new to the village so had no knowledge of this and there was no house name on the gate, so remote viewing had also proved precognition.

Thurs 22nd

Following a feature in the Western Gazette, we received a telephone call from a couple at Henstridge, approximately 6 miles away. They had seen an unusual cat in their area, so we drove there and searched for hours but to no avail.

Later that day I held Willow’s collar again and clairvoyantly it came up with one particular cul-de-sac and that Willow, would be there at 8:45 that evening. If my wife whistled once, Willow would come to her.

When we arrived at the designated time and place, we were blissfully unaware (as indeed was Willow), that we were within twenty feet of one another. Then my wife gave one whistle. He ‘exploded’ out from under a parked car with enough noise to alert the whole street – which it did! This was also featured in the Western Gazette. 

Four months later, a young woman deliberately killed Willow with her car, driving onto our grass verge at two thirty in the morning. We then placed a sign indicating that our Willow had been killed at that spot by a speeding car.

The following morning at the same time, a car raced to a halt outside our house and an ugly raucous female voice awakened us, screaming out ‘Willow’, then laughed and drove off.

 

Holly

In 2007 we moved to Paphos in Cyprus, where I continued to help people find their lost pets. One such case was for a dog called Holly, belonging to a couple living in Peyia. She was missing from 17th to 20th January 2008.

 

Looking through Holly’s eyes

I collected Holly’s play ball and this allowed me to see things that Holly had during her wanderings. When I later phoned the dog’s owner on his mobile, he was already searching an area where a woman had phoned him to say she had seen his dog.

I told him that Holly was at a place recently, where she had seen a tall, slim, fair-skinned woman with a small rust coloured dog.

Man: “That’s strange, it fits the description of the lady who phoned. She met me here with her small rust coloured dog.”

“Holly could see a large crowd of men surging forwards from one place to another.”

Man: “I’m by the side of a football stadium, where men have crowded in for the game”.

“Holly also saw an old abandoned car, its colour is a faded, light mauve.”

Man: “I’m finding this difficult to understand, I’ve just passed the old car you’ve described and it has no wheels.”

“Holly also saw a man in a black suit standing on white aggregate.”

Man “He is still there, in the distance.”

“I can see Holly now with other dogs and someone with a white medical coat, so my feelings are that she has been taken to the dog shelter called ‘Paphiakos’”.

Man “These places have been checked and nobody has her.”

I advised him to check again with the Paphiakos, which he did. Holly had indeed been taken there – where staff wore white coats. There had been misreading of Holly’s microchip but, when the confusion was cleared up, Holly and family were reunited.

I was never thanked, as there seems to be a need in most people to distance themselves, from (what they consider to be) abnormalities.

 

Milo on the move

Milo was another Cyprus cat that had been missing for several months. I borrowed some of his toys and after using psychometry for a few days, assured the lady that he was alive and well but because he was a wanderer, I would dowse for his location using a local map and rule on edge.

For this process, I laid the map out on a table and with my eyes closed at all times, scanned over it with the rule. Every time I felt the rule stop, I pencilled across at that place. Then the map was rotated and the process repeated several times. When I opened my eyes, every line had crossed on precisely the same spot.

I told the lady, that this was a place where a woman called Margaret, an artist who had her own paintings hung on her walls, had seen Milo.

On arrival with Milo’s owner, at the spot marked on the map, she knocked at the door of a corner house. She carried a picture of Milo in case the house owner had seen him. We discovered that she had and, that her name was ‘Maggie’ (Margaret). Furthermore, she was an artist and had her paintings on the house walls.

Milo was never reunited with his owner, he had left home because he had been frightened away by another cat but, I could still track him; he was quite content living with one of the many feline colonies and fed by the occasional kind lady.

 

 

Ozzie

Sometimes help comes too late. Ozzie’s owners brought one of his toys to me, so that I could use it psychometrically to locate him. By this method I clearly pictured him walking along a garden path and, into a garden shed within which, he became trapped.

The following day I commenced psychometry at the very moment that Ozzie had made his escape from the shed and ran for home. He did not make it! I got pulled into the death scene; he was struck on the right side of his head by a speeding car as he crossed a road. This is still very hard for me to deal with.

I had been sitting in my chair when, at that instant my head was jerked violently to the right, as though startled by something from that direction. I was further shocked by a loud, clear, woman’s voice shouting, “Stinger!” If a cat could talk, then ‘Stinger’ would be its descriptive word to explain the impact pain but I was astounded, when it came in a woman’s voice. We are infinitely more integrated with our fellow creatures than we have the commonsense to realise.

 

Clash of the Titans

Many years ago, I emigrated to the Gold Coast in Queensland, Australia and married my English fiancé who arrived after several months but