Shuma and the Ponies

Pt 9 “Shuma and the Ponies”

“Let's pop over and see the children” Grandma said, “OK” I replied so off we walked, down the garden, it was a beautiful day and one where everything you see seems to sing out with their colours, I had noticed that since we had been visiting the children and enjoying their play our garden had taken on a strange but so beautiful ray of colours. Maybe it was that we had started looking with their ways with a love of all things, it was just that the flowers glowed, and the birds songs drifted to our ears.

We crossed the meadow to the Pooh bridge and there the children were playing Pooh sticks, they never seemed to tire of doing anything, they called out to us in a chorus, sending us a bundle of colours and feelings that wrapped around us as we walked to the seat, which embraced us as we sat there.

We enjoyed the peace of the waterfall and the area as we always did just being there.

As we sat Shuma come in from the trees leading a bunch of lovely small ponies, we just smiled and sent him some love as he is such a lovely Spirit and looking after the children is a part of what he loves.

Shuma looked toward us as the great cuddly bear would do, sending out gold's and light blue colours that splashed at our feet.

The next thing that we saw was that the field just a little way from us before the waterfall, started changing, a circle of gymkhana jumps grew out of the grass little ones that were just the right height for the ponies had they wished to jump them.

Here was a new place for the children to play, this was today's playtime, we thought we would just wait and see what happened, there was a bundle of colour change at the edge of the wood which had a lovely dark near black centre to it, yes you guessed

Little bear came running in and jumped all of the jumps throwing out colours of gold that seem to wrap around him, and he was laughing as only a little bear could, it was as if he was flying but maybe there was a little extra was helping him.

Sadie arrived and stood watching from by the lake side, she just started laughing as she always did with her high pitched voice. She was laughing at Little bear as he forgot to stop at the end and fell into the stream with a splash and a burst of surprise in greens and gold's,

Sadie made the ground a bit better for the children so that they wouldn't follow by example, but she laughed at little bear who seemed to hold his head down but he was giggling at the thing he had just done.

Not to be outdone Shuma took off toward the jumps to show the children how it was done, we just laughed at the site of the great bear trying to jump the little fences and his large tummy was knocking the top bar off as he went around the jumps

He rolled on the grass laughing so much that big golden tears rolled down his fur onto the grass where they made some perfect tulips then he laughed some more.

The children took turns in riding around the jump course and at the end of each time around they would sit and watch the others laughing and singing little songs for them to make things better.

We sat for a little while longer then Granma whispered that it was lovely to see them, but we should just leave them to their play, I nodded and walked up the garden path with such ease and love in our hearts, then a little breeze of a voice surrounded us, “Night Night Granddad and Grandma I love you both and will see you soon.” Then a little laugh of Sadie which seemed to plant the love deep in our souls.

We both said night lovely ones and we went in doors where the peace we had been given would rest us.

Sadies Diary

Sadie’s Diary Pt 8

Henrietta Forbes

You must be Granddad the young lady said as she approached me as I sat there watching the children play in and around the Lake.

I am from Spain the young lady told me, I didn’t want to get married so young, to what my parents called a good Catholic man.

“What might your name be?” I asked, before you become married.

“ Why can’t I do things without telling everyone my name?” The young lady seemed to become a little agitated but only in a colourful way, where the colours changed becoming greener.

My Name is Henrietta Thorpes I thought she said so I repeated it to make sure “Henrietta Thorpes” I replied.

No, no, you have got it wrong it’s “Henrietta Forbes”

“ I am sorry I said.”

“ It is to late” she carried on ”I am bound by my parents to marry this man. I was on my way to meet him.”

“ The trouble was leaving my home to travel over the seas to a strange land where I don’t know anyone,”

I travelled many days on those horrid Black Ships with their grubby men scurrying about like vermin, I didn’t know where I was on that nasty ship, now I have arrived here, completely lost”.

“ Try to find your parents young lady” I said,

“No “she came back quickly they said good riddance to me.

“There must be someone you liked, have you got a friend that you can find, Nana or the house keeper” I suggested.

“Who is Nana?” Henrietta came back with, so I just said it is the name we sometimes use for a Grandmother,

“Oh grandmamma she didn’t come to see us very often but I loved her very much.”

At this I said “Is this your Grandmamma?”, as a beautiful lady came walking up to us as we sat there.

“How did she get here?” Henrietta seemed to quietly call out.

I said that she was not to worry, and that Grandmamma would tell her everything, she will sort things out, then you wont have to go and marry anyone.

Off Henrietta went with her grandmamma.

Then the quietness wrapped itself around me seeming to block out the sounds coming from the children, this gradually faded into the children’s laughter as they carried on with their games.

At this I got up and walked up the garden path, just making out the lovely voice of Grandma calling me for tea, as Sadie’s voice came to me saying “Thank you for talking to Henrietta we will talk of more things later”.

I just thought it was lovely and a little chuckle tinkled in my ears.

I turned to Grandma and told her all about Henrietta, she then nodded approval and gently mention that young Sadie had been talking to her about it, I just had to smile.

The rainbow Girl

The Rainbow Girl

Grandma and myself thought it would be lovely if we both visited the children.
As usual it was a beautiful day the sounds and colours were just perfect, we had taken time out to visit the children on the other side of the garden gate

We sat there on our seat that made us so very content with things, and just watched the children play.
Coming toward us was a ball of color with arching rainbows jumping out of it, and there in the very center we could see a lovely girl of about eight years old

The little girl arrived where we sat , she was singing away as happy as could be,

More rainbows, arching out across the little stream that ran nearby

She said that she just loved to make rainbows, a thought and there it was.

Then another, each with its own beauty, as a little flash of colours spread out when she made them,
the world seemed to be at peace with her.

“Pretty, pretty colours, I will make some more” she sang

“What else do you do”? I asked

“I just make the rainbows” she shrilled with colour and love

“You do need lots of water though to make them,

”I throw them up and over the streams I find as I move around and I am very happy”

“Why don’t you go and play with the other children it would be lovely for them to see”

“Not want to”, she laughed back, making a beautiful rainbow that arched above our heads that seemed to hold us in its colours

“You would learn very quickly and you could take your rainbows with you, the children would love them”.

“They are learning about lots of things, they watch other people and learn from them all the time” I said,

“This is where they come to play it’s a beautiful place that our Sadie has made.”
When they are not at school or their many meetings they play here.”
“They would love to have one”, I said pointing to the waterfall, by the small lake

“Alright I will take one to them” at this she moved over to near the waterfall.
The children’s waterfall needs a rainbow it would be wonderful if you could make them one.
It would play over their waterfall making such lovely colors
“Just call Sadie and she will show you all the places that she has made for the children.”

At this the little rainbow girl called “Sadie” and skipped off happily

There was a shimmer of yellow colour and love as Sadie appeared reaching out to hold her hand
The two girls spent a little time talking and it was such a beautiful thing to see , the colors passed between them at a great speed, colors I had a hard time watching and Grandma said that she had never seen such a show

A little later Sadie came and told us that the little girl had talked to her about all the things she missed, and loved.
The little girl said that the one person she would love to see was her Grandma.

Sadie told us that she had called the little girls Grandma, who came to see her, then after a lot of colourful tears, that made lots of rainbow’s of love and understanding they walked off by the side of the woods where a Golden mist held them as they journeyed on.

As she was leaving the little girl turned to Sadie saying “Here is a special rainbow for all the children that play here”, She made a rainbow of such beauty that even Sadie dropped some tears that splashed on the grass, like many crystals caught in the sunshine

The rainbow appeared there, holding the waterfall in its loving arms for all the children to see, it held a promise for the children, that only they could feel.

By now it was time for us to leave the children’s play place and return to our home, the children sent us flowers and thoughts of love as we crossed the Pooh bridge, butterflies danced around us and as if the powder from their wings flew, they sent out colourful love, Sadies voice seemed to float with them as she said “I will talk to you later, Granddad and Grandma.

I can never seem to remember how we return to our home but the love felt is there for us as we reached for the door

Shuma and Playtime

Shuma and little Bear and lots of playtime

Today Grandma and I sat on our beautiful seat there by the woods that Sadie had made for us and lazily watched the children at play it was such a restful and beautiful thing to see. They ran around spreading love and colours to each other in what seemed to be a magical music score.

Shuma and the little bear whom he had found in the woods caught our attention, they were playing chase and falling over, then they climbed up a large oak tree and fell out, rolling over and over in one big ball down the little slope to where the other children were laughing at them, they made the slope seem as if it was covered in tinsel paper. Rolling down, “rolly polly” the slope was covered in one large tinsel coloured trail where the two had just been.

As the children played, all the positive things would flow from them in colours it would be hard to imagine and in feelings of pure love as usual making their laughter a vision of being swamped with wave after wave of lovely emotions if only all people could feel these things then there would never be anything other than a deep, deep, peace.

But as we all know without the trials of life and being, there would be no growth of the spirit and this was what we are.
After Shuma had stopped rolling we sat looking for a while he seemed to pick up a beautiful rounder’s stick, it just seemed to be there as if it had always been. Shuma started playing rounder’s with Little Bear. We were joined by Sadie, I said “How does he hold on to that stick to hit the ball”?, she just smiled as always and said that Shuma could do anything it just needed a little thought. They carried on playing and the other children joined in with them full of laughter and joy, Sadie went on to say that there were lots of things to do and had only popped in to say a quick hello, which we both thanked her for and as she shimmered in her usual way we found ourselves walking up the garden path as if we had never left.

The very next day in the evening I, went into the garden to find a few flowers for the house and there with her little nose to the golden daffodils was a little girl and strange as it may seem she had a pair of beautiful little wings. “Hello!” I said and there flowing toward me was a golden colour from the Daffodils with a perfume to enhance its touch. By that I knew the little one was from Sadie. “I is Jessica” she said in a sing song voice “I is four, today it is my birthday, July 2^nd, “I thought you would like to come and watch us play today, I sometimes come and see Sadie and the others and play for a while”

I called out to Grandma and told her that I would not be long and walked with Jessica to the gate, as it opened the seat was there ready for me to sit on.

Jessica told me her best playing friend was Little Bear, since Shuma had found him he had become a favourite with the children

He was a lovely young Black Bear with a beautiful white bib on his front and so cuddly, so I sat and watched them play.

Someone had put some swings on the grass area there and Jessica sat there while Shuma pushed her back and forth as if an upside down rainbow came from the swing as it flowed, but a little reddish dust came up from Jessica as she said that Shuma was pushing her to high, at this Shuma sat down in a bundle of fur so soft that the breeze rolled him away to the nearest tree where he seemed to fall asleep.

Jessica just rested as the swing slowed to her liking. A lovely young lady came toward me, as she did Grandma walked up to the seat, it was Pamela, Grandma’s sister, she had come to see her, so they went a little way away and sat talking on the grass, there between them the colours flowed making beautiful music that seemed to make a background of beauty to the whole area. Pamela was always near to Grandma but this gave them a chance to meet and talk of the times gone by I said to Jessica, Jessica said “That’s lovely”.

Jessica asked if I was looking after her, and I said I did sometimes when she drew near and she said how do you do that. “You only have to think and we are there with you”.

“I think therefore I am” very nice man said that once.

There’s lots of things to do on this plain Jessica retorted and opened her wings as if to say look I have these to look after, I smiled and sent her some love.

“I am in the physical world and that’s lots to do little one”

I expect it is hard as you have to control what you think here or it could become chaos, there will be too many things coming in at once.

That’s why we have Sadie here she sent out, as she keeps things at a lovely level and not over many things at once

Jessica said “Can you walk as I don’t have to walk” I said “Yes we have to walk as we are still on the earth plain” “Grandma walks, she walks all the while and she moans cause she’s so tired, only because she walks when she’s tired and she don’t stay still.”

“You telled her not to walk”, but she will argue as she always do. “You telled her!” Jessica said again “For her to rest more telled her!” “We love her so much as she is our Spirit Nana on the Earth plain”.

“Pamela is still talking to her she loves her so very much” I replied

“Yes she do, because she loves her and they are so close, close.” At this there was a shower well more of a storm of beauty in colours all over as Pamela got up and seemed to float away, Grandma took Granddads arm and they walked up the garden path for it was tea time.

It was a few days before we returned to the seat by the woods, not much had changed that we could see. There was little Jessica again, seeming a little agitated as she was talking about having to do the washing

“Must do the washing, washy washing, got to get everything done” she was saying making colours jump around us as she bobbed up and down.

I just had to say to her that everything was done and to rest with us a while, upon this she said “What do I do with my wings, I said that they were ok and she must talk to Sadie about them, but for the time being just to fold them up behind her, “I don’t know how to look after them” she said and coloured them a beautiful green. “They are behind you so let someone else look after them”

Where upon Jessica called Sadie over and asked her what to do her wings

Jessica laughs and said I not dooded Sadie’s wings she dunded mine so it’s alright

I not do her wings I don’t know who dooded hers she went on with her little laugh with its colours flowing over the ground

Sadie started to talk about Jessica and l was laughing at her for not being able to do things

I was feeling a little tired and said that it was time for them to rest knowing that they never needed rest but that I was probably getting a little tired and wanted to nod off

Sadie said “Got to go” you know that Sadie loves you both knowing that it was us that needed the rest,

I will as always give you both healing.

“Night, Night”, I said, but Sadie said she didn’t have any night as all things were the same, sending us a rainbow of gentle thoughts. The gate opened and we walked up to the cottage.

A Time With Alice

A Quiet Day Alice

It was a beautiful day as always here and as I sat down, a little girl walked by.

Carrying a beautiful book,”Hello little one and who are you?” “I am Alice she replyed and you are Grandad” she seemed to sing, but the singing was the way her voice seemed to be, so gentle on my mind, that it sounded like singing.

“I am at the Lyceum with the other children, and thought to go to the Library of Knowledge for a book, I had heard so much of Charles Dickens and the great writers, I wanted to read one of their stories, I couldn’t read before I came here, and now we all can, it is lovely, it’s not reading as you do, the words just flow to us, from the books.”

At this Alice walked over to the stream and sat on the bank with the book open.

The book looked beautiful in its colours as she held it in her small hands

You could hear it talking to her in gentle tones but the words seemed strange to my ears.

It didn’t seem to matter though as there in my head was a picture of the old times and I felt that had I been reading, I could have gone inside and actually watched the flow of the story,

I was distracted by Shuma, and his new friend little bear (Little bear is much smaller than Shuma, and is black with a triangular white bib,Shuma asked him here to be a friend to him) they were playing by the waterfall where it splashed into the pool.

Little Bear was chasing Shuma across the rocks splashing him and was being covered in lots of rainbows.

Little bear jumped and pushed Shuma into the pool with a great splash of colour, that flooded out and engulfed both of them and it felt as if they were laughing. I expect I will have to get use to the change of colours for some things, and feelings for words, it is lovely and I soon became part of the whole scene

Charlie came running in, then seemed to slow down, thought this was so much fun, crept up behind Little Bear and pushed him in with Shuma

Then Charlie jumped in with them, lots of children hearing, or seeing the fun joined in with them, the sound of laughter and the splashing sent out great colour bursts of love and happiness.

I had just seen and felt the happiness and love of a lot of children playing and it made me sing inside.

There was Alice still with her beautiful book, as if nothing was going on, the words were flowing, and you knew when there was a lovely piece of reading as the words flowed out and around her as she watched the book, in colours and symbols of things we usualy see in dreams. The book closed and seemed to shimmer in the light and slowely faded into the background and Alice came over to me

“That was a beautiful story Grandad” she said “It told me of the times when I was a child on the earth plain, but I could never see the things this man wrote about, I spent my short life in a Workhouse trying to be good for my Mother” I was only six when I became ill, I was so ill, I went very red and itched, and then I came here with Sadie.

I use to visit my Mother as Sadie taught us, but it was bad times and she even left to come here, but I stayed with Sadie.” “Oh I am Sorry” I said,but Alice just beamed a lovely smile and said “It was, as it was to be, and we learned a lot, even in that short time we were, where you are”

“One day one of us will take you to the Library and you can even go to the art gallery, that will make you feel so many things, there are many things here that you are alowed to see, The wise Old Man from the Mountain has given us permission to show you lots, as he says you are writing about things, and people are beginning to read the words and beginning to understand, or just feeling our place where they will be one day. Alice seemed very grown up as she was speaking to me and there were other things coming in, feelings of being and at peace with everything around, maybe I was drifting a little. “No you are just being” came the lovely cheery voice, and it was Sadie standing there.

“Hello Grandad I have been busy did they look after you” she glowed.

“Yes little one, I have learned of other things here, and it fills my mind but in a gentle way”

“It is sometimes hard for the joining of the two worlds, as you do, to be so uncomplicated” Sadie said.

I replyed that I was able to hear, read, and write, without any of the outside

being able to change things or make fun.

Sadie seemed to be hearing something I couldn’t. “It’s Tuo, calling us to a meeting” she said, “So I will have to go”. ” I will talk to you again soon, as it’s time for you to rest Grandad” She laughed and shimmered love all over me, as I walked up the pathway to my Cottage

Book 2 Chapter "Bridie"

Bridie

Granddad and Grandma walked down the garden path to the gate it opened as they reached it, there was the seat just glowing there on the left side so they sat and looked around there was a beautiful young girl practicing ballet, they said hello to her. She paused in her movements and sent them a glow of love and hello.

I am Bridie she told them, and I am learning ballet as my teacher use to do in the before times.

Bridie was an Irish name, but said she hadn't lived there, but some of her family had, but that was a long time before.

Their mother married into money as they called it, and Bridie was then sent away to boarding school.

I missed them, especially my baby sister, she was never sent away, as she became very ill, and left the family to come over here.

Then I grew ill with the same thing, I missed them so much when I came over here

This is where I met Sadie, and now I am alright, sometimes my sister comes to play and we talk about lots of things, and most times have a lovely day just being together.

Sadie taught me how to visit with my parents this I learned very quickly, so sometimes I would go to them and just watch them at their daily tasks

Bridie was complaining that she couldn't do her dancing right, but was laughing and sending out little waves of colour.

Things Grandma remember from the ballet she had seen, made it seem that Bridie was getting her hands all wrong, Grandma recalled from years before while watching her Sister dance that her instructor had told her to think of it as if holding a pencil in your hand and to point your hand with gentleness.

Bridie said that she wanted to practice just for her teacher, to show her that she could do it.

So even though I am here, I will still try just for her, as she was a lovely person to me.

Bridie said that her teacher would always say.

You have to do it properly, as it is English Ballet and must be carried out correctly.

We sat and watched as Bridie carried on with her movements.

Grandma said to her, try to hold a pencil in your hand, a pretend one, to make the movement.

Bridie tried, and let out such a squeal of colours, of "that's it" "I have done it".

"That's better I've done it, I've done the ballet move, I am ever so pleased "Thank you".

The colours faded a little, and Bridie said that she would go and join the others.

There's going to be a big march today with all the colours flying, more like a party.

I think that I will march as it is, a together, together, thing, all of us have our own groups, as to what level of learning we have reached.

Then in each group, each child has their own coloured flag to march.

The colour is to show how far you have gone in your learning it's so much fun for us.

We move from one group to the other, as our learning is done.

Where are you going to march? I asked her.

We are going to march around here singing our songs, and show that we are progressing.

We will be with our teachers, it will be a lovely march

The colours are very important to us, when we pass and go on to another level of learning, the classes they change also.

It is most important that we learn thing the right way, we go to school, college or to the Lyceum.

Going from one level to another we have different colours and then colours within colours, we have more colours than you are use to, if you are here when we march you will see.

They are very different to the ones you have on the material level.

I have to go now, I will see you soon and Bridie was off with a little puff of rainbows thrown our way.

We stayed a little longer and watched her as she joined the other children, there they were all buzzing with colour.

There was a great lifting of energy, as they all started to sing and wave their colours and Bridie was right, the colours were so beautiful, they surpassed any colours we were use to and they seemed to have a life of their own, skipping around the children then drifting into the air, not unlike soap bubbles, blown with a gentleness of a young child.

Settling down all around them, it just felt like someone had thrown a lot of love over them, it made them both glow.

Granddad and Grandma decided to let the children enjoy their new status, and they wandered out over the bridge to home once more, as the garden gate closed behind them.

Visit to Sally's

Visit to Sally's

Granddad said to Grandma that he would go and see Sally at her Bungalow, and as Grandma was busy she just nodded as she would , Granddad gave her a kiss on her cheek and walked down his garden, the little gate swung open, the fragrance of the meadow made him feel rested and he could hear things in his mind that were soft as if the grasses and flowers were talking to him.

Just over the little stone bridge he paused, the bridge had been replaced with a stone one Granddad just accepted the change, he then turned into Sally's front garden. The roses sent out a colour and perfume he would only have dreamed of as he walked up to the little door.

The door seemed to know he was there as it opened as he arrived, so in he went calling out as he crossed the doorway. "Hello"

A lovely small lady wearing a tie round apron walked over to him, and with a lovely smile said, "cup of tea two sugars, I love making tea" she went on to say. “Everyone has their tea with two sugars.”

"You must be Sally" he replied, "I have heard so much about you and your garden from Sadie"

Sally had forgotten that they had only just met, and introduced herself to him,

She told him of the times before, when she lived in a terraced house that had nothing, an outside toilet and no garden, and how her whole life, although she made do with the things she had, she always wanted a Bungalow with a beautiful garden. "Now" she said, "I have this beautiful Bungalow and my own garden where I can grow all the lovely things, and all my friends and family can visit." "Let me show you my garden"

Sally took Granddad outside and the garden there seemed to drown all things, into a bowl of love and warmth. Sally's flowers drew close, to become as a part of his thinking, with the perfumes of the olden days where Dog roses adorned the hedgerow, "Have you noticed that all my favourite flowers are out at the same time it's lovely and they are pretty, pretty" All Sally's favourite flowers, all blooming at the same time that is how things are here" Sally said. There were Snowdrops in amongst the red Roses, where their delicate little flowers drooped as if bowing to the roses. Sally asked me if I had noticed that all the flowers no matter when they flowered were in their perfection all at the same time. I thought that to say, in perfection, was a little strange to come from someone so down to earth.

Sally's voice came through my thoughts and whispered "There is perfection when I think that way", "Sadie taught me these things, she taught me to think talk and many other things since I came here, there is nothing more I need at this time"

"I have all my friends come to visit and they love the flowers and a cup of tea with me it's lovely.

I enjoy doing this I don't want to go toddling off doing other things".

We returned inside but the longing to be in the garden persisted.

Sally made me a cup of tea with two sugars also gave me a lovely piece of her cake. "I make everything" she said," you can't buy anything here you just have to make them, you just think them and there they are as you would have made them, it's so lovely, that's one thing why I don't want to go anywhere else it's so lovely here.

When Sally's family come to see her, her best flowers are the Daffodils and Snowdrops they all grow amongst the Roses and the Gladiolas "It's lovely they all grow together pretty, pretty" She said in a singing voice.

"Before I had seen a picture, where someone had painted gardens and they were so beautiful, all colours and they seemed so different to what we had, just like yours so pretty, but yours is much better" Grandad said.

"Only here you get these colours" Sally told him

"I will come and visit you again if I may Sally" Grandad said and Grandma will love to see your Bungalow and garden. Then we can have a cup of tea and some cake, and talk of more things.

"My Mother would have loved to come and see you and this garden" Grandad said. "She has already been she loves it here" Sally told him Grandad just accepted that this was so.

"There are so many people that visit me as I have said, there is so much to catch up on, the lady that use to look after me when I was sick.

Her Mother has already been to see me, but I use to visit our lady, as Sadie did to you, but that was when there was a gathering, she use to know me by me singing "Daisy, Daisy" Sally sang out.

She use to help me lots and lots, she was my nurse but was also my friend. She looked after me, she was nice and we would talk and lots of things"

Granddad didn't want to leave Sally's Bungalow but knew that it was time to go. "I will let you get on with your jobs Sally" he said and excused himself with thanks and love for this lovely lady, the little door opened and his garden once again captured his steps as he walked up to his house, as Grandma called him for Tea.

Book One - Synopsis

I thought I would give you all a small synopsis of the first book to help you to understand some of the characters, I'm sure it will help you.

The main characters are Granddad and Grandma who are shown the Spirit World by Sadie a little girl from the Spirit World, she takes them to see her garden and they also meet some of the other children who live in Sadie's world. These are: Charlie, Julie, Rebecca, Robert and David. There is a seat which Sadie has place on the pathway which they can sit on and talk with the children or whoever passes bye and they can also watch the children at play. There is also

Running Bear a Native American who has a Black bear called Shuma who although very large loves to play with the children and they often cuddle up to him and rest.

David Rebecca

Shuma

Granddad, Saddie and Grandma

Julie and Charlie

Now I will place the second book...

All about this book

All about this blog

I have created this blog to help all those who have bought the book "One Love - Two Worlds" It might be interesting for others to read also. We felt it is now so expensive to get the books published and we would love this information to be out there where it can help so many more people. My name is Anne Milnes-Howard and I am a Spiritual Medium, my husband, Ian T Howard is a writer and when we first got together Ian noticed how I talked when I was so called asleep, then he was informed it was the Spirit World who was speaking through me to him. He managed to set up a tape recorder and mic and has over the years collected so many of these tapes and was asked by Spirit to write a book which could get this information out to as many people as we could. If you would like the first book please click on the link above and you can purchase it from that web site. We will be using this blog to put the other stories here as we wanted the books to become a series. We have done these books with children in mind so they are very easy to understand and will help children to use their imagination but will hopefully help them to grow up with the knowledge that there is no death only life after this life. We will of course be writing something to start with to help you to understand the story from the first book but so it would be fair for those who are buying the book, the pictures are a dream, they were produced by our wonderful Illustrator Tracy Bishop. If there is anyone who is wanting an illustrator then contact me and I shall be only too pleased to pass your details onto Tracy. I will leave it here for today but please keep an eye on this blog to see how the story progresses... Love Anne xx