A MOTHERS GRIEF

Most people expect haunting’s to be from a tragedy long ago, and this is often the case from Britain’s long and bloodthirsty past, and no where is this more evident than in the English civil war, where the occult chemistry of brother fighting brother, father against son, split whole families into factions of hatred, and this can leave a deeply painful emotional imprint in the surrounding ether that is easily picked up by mediums and sensitive’s, on ancient battlefields.

Certainly battle sites will be a fertile ground for psychic exploration, only secondary to hospitals, which are the most haunted places of all, as those who pass to the other side do so under drugs and unaware they are now dead, and can remain there for some long time afterwards, trapped between worlds, to a psychic, hospital wards are indeed fascinating crowded places to study those stuck in Limbo.

But occasionally some very modern ghost tales are quite out of the ordinary, which can surprise even an old timer like myself. I am all for encouraging teenagers to let loose their excess energies in a constructive ways, such as mountain biking, roller skating, canoeing, hill walking etc and under skilled supervision these skills can be passed on in safety, and I did much of this in days long past.

But one bright young lad was killed while a group of friends were skateboarding in a supermarket car park, when a driver came in fast and swerving through the parked cars, hit and killed him. The inquest verdict was accidental death, technically the youngsters should not have been using the large smooth area of the car park for skateboarding, and although the driver was speeding, it was not on the public road.

The boy’s mother was inconsolable, and as the months passed the pain did not ease. Although not really a believer, she had approached several psychics to contact her son with various degrees of success. The spiritualist church is the only church to study and accept death as part of life, and both bereavement counselling and the hospice movement were inspired by spiritualists, and sooner or later all those in grief will come along to chat about their loss.

A year later the boy’s curious but nervous mother arrived at a spiritualist open day, to chat about her son with a counsellor who that day happened to be me. So over a relaxed cup of tea she showed me a photograph of a curly headed boy who could have been my son or yours, he could have been someone’s brother, someone’s son, someone’s friend, the boy beside you in school even, or all of the above, what was evident was the fact his red eyed mother still had not accepted his death, a year on from the tragedy.

I accepted an invite to go to the house, after a while you get a sixth sense for what to expect, and I just knew his bedroom would be just as it was, with his clothes for the next day ironed and laid out on the bottom of the bed, and by the back door by the dogs bed basket, were his trainers and broken skateboard, which his mother said would move during the night. She spoke about him as though he was expected home any minute. She showed me his school report standing on the sideboard, and his music teachers Thank-you letter for playing guitar at the school fundraising night. I had listened and not said much, often a pair of ears is the most vital part, but it was important for his mother to realise that She was intentionally not in recovery, and this was holding back both her, and her son.

This letting go technically is called catharsis, it is one of the five important stages in the grieving process, she by hanging onto her dead son, was helping cause the noises at night in his room, and the electrical disturbances which kept affecting household appliances, and the moving of her sons objects in the home.

Experts call this psychic displacement “coruscated energies” and this will only stop when the mother and her son are ready to move on. In explaining that keeping all the lads things intact and his bedroom the same was Spiritually unhealthy, the mother agreed on a time span, but not just yet, she said, but to over time, release his worldly things to charity shops.

Over the next few months all aspects of a haunting stopped at the home, and the mother has advanced to a point in her grieving which is now manageable. Child loss is the hardest category of grief to understand, and the death of one child diminishes all mothers, and by allowing publication of this letter, the mother hopes some comfort will attach to those who also have lost a child.

Article written by T Stokes
With thanks to Mrs. Turner and “Andrew “