Death.

It was 8am in the morning. I was blurry-eyed and I had half an hour until I needed to catch my bus to work. I’d overslept. Again. I grabbed my phone as though I had all the time in the world (an illusion I am guilty of living under every single day) and I noticed I had a message on the¬†Facebook page for my blog. It was from the husband of a friend to tell me she had died. Continue reading Death.

My grandfather died

On November 1st 2015 my lovely grandfather- Pappy, as we called him -died.

We knew he was going to die because he had dementia and had suffered two strokes, that didn’t make it any easier, but what did help was knowing that he wasn’t truly gone. Maurice Stevens hasn’t vanished and ceased to exist. Continue reading My grandfather died

The shadow cast by The Sunshine Man

I can remember when my grandad found out about me being on the news because I had challenged the claims being made by HOTS Bath and the illnesses they claimed. He exclaimed that it was sometimes best just to leave people to it and not get involved (until he saw the news, that is, then he fully agreed with the complaint). I don’t think I’ll ever be the type of person to ‘leave people to it and not get involved’ because of stories like this:¬†‘Swiss woman dies after attempting to live on sunlight; Woman gave up food and water on spiritual journey’ Continue reading The shadow cast by The Sunshine Man

The Other Side & The End

Many people are fine to live their whole lives treating death as a catalyst to a potential next step for their existence, some people decide early on that when you die that’s it. All done. No encore. Others believe in the existence of an afterlife in one form or another. One thing I have learnt over time is that whatever you believe when you start to research ghosts you will at some point question it. What the conclusion of that questioning is depends on you individually, but it happens because of the people you deal with in your research. Continue reading The Other Side & The End