The Infinite Mind: The Mind/Brain Phenomenon

I was naturally concerned about whether the messages I had received from Alan would be welcome to Anne, as one never really knows how such communications will be received by the family. After all, they did not know me, and although they could check me out through my books, they might want to dismiss the whole thing as a fantasy. Who could blame them? The evidence Anne was going to receive from David was very specific. All that mattered was that she could accept that it was correct.

The following day I received a call from David who told me that although Anne had been shocked, to say the least, she had confirmed everything that Alan had said about his family. She asked David to tell me that she would be contacting me.

From that time on, David rang every day, and I would pass on messages to Anne from Alan. He was extremely positive, and was constantly reassuring us of his eventual recovery. I was also able to tell David that Alan’s dead father was in the spirit dimension, helping him.

Anne’s story

My introduction to Betty Shine came within a week of Alan’s accident, whilst I was sitting by his bedside in the Intensive Care Unit. Our friend David phoned me and said that he had something to tell me. He seemed a little unsure as to whether he should pass on this information, as the messages were from a medium, but I encouraged him to tell me the whole story.

Apparently Betty Shine had been contacted by Alan after she had seen a photograph of him in the Daily Mail. He had asked her to contact me with the message that he was going to recover, despite his terrible injuries. In fact, he was giving us his own diagnosis. This seemed incredible, as his injuries were so bad that the medical team looking after him had said that he was unlikely to pull through, and he was in a coma. Although I had always been very sceptical about such matters, I listened to everything David had to say, as Betty appeared to be extremely accurate, even when detailing the very delicate issues of his injuries.

For four months I was able to give Anne information about her husband’s injuries and about how they were progressing. I had to explain, because this information was so detailed, that I had a superb team of spirit doctors who were helping me. After all, this was all very new to her. At one point, I was able to alleviate Anne’s worst fears by telling her that the swelling in Alan’s brain had reduced, which was later confirmed by the medical team.

There were other strange things happening in Alan’s family at this time. When his sister Julie was told about his accident she became desperately upset, screaming for her father. As she did so, a gold cross appeared on the wall behind her. It stayed for two days, and was seen by five other people. I believe that when she screamed for her dead father, who was helping Alan, he activated this symbol to give his daughter peace of mind. Julie told Anne that the cross had no shadow – this is quite normal with such phenomena. Spirits do not have shadows either, they are the shadows!

Some time later, Julie re-decorated the room, but the incredible energy impact needed to form the cross in the first place had left an indelible mark. The cross remains on the wall.

The role that David took on as the middle-man, passing messages from Alan and myself to Anne, was truly the act of a loyal and loving friend. He kept a diary, and it was only when reading his transcript that I realised just how awful those dark months of December and January had been for Alan’s wife, family and friends. Eventually, however, Alan came out of his coma and began the long journey of recovery.

Whilst speaking to David on the phone one day, Alan’s paternal grandfather appeared to me and told me that he was helping Alan. I could see him so clearly that I was able to give David a detailed description of him. When this was passed on to Alan he was surprised, because he had never really had much contact with his paternal grandfather. So you see, when people are in trouble, everyone will gather round to help.

David and Anne have since visited me at my home, and we have all become close friends. I have spoken to Alan over the phone and am very excited about his recovery, although he obviously still has a lot of work to do to get back to a hundred per cent. But the fact that he started working again from his hospital bed gives one an insight into the power and personality which enabled him to contact me in the first place.

While he was still in hospital, I told Anne, via David, that one of the medical staff would, when Alan recovered, turn around and say, ‘This is nothing short of a miracle.’ As time passed, doctors and nurses alike would make remarks about his ‘incredible recovery’, but Anne told me that she wanted to hear the exact words that I had given her. One day, as the sister was about to leave the room after speaking with Anne for some time, she reached the door, hesitated, then turned around and said, ‘This is nothing short of a miracle.’ These words convinced Anne that a ‘miracle’ had taken place, because every word I had passed on to her, even about family matters which at that time had not yet taken place, had come true. The following passage is a continuation of Anne’s story:

There were many times over the next few months when Alan’s condition was ‘touch and go’, but Betty was always there, giving me an exact diagnosis and the outcome, which was always positive. Each time, she was proved right. I began to get a great deal of comfort from her calls throughout the ordeal of the ICU.

It is now May 1998, six months after the accident. Alan is still in hospital but is making good progress, and is on his way to making a full recovery. Both Alan and Betty have been proved right. They were the only people who, right from the start, were positive about the eventual outcome, when everyone around us thought that all was lost. Betty Shine is a very special lady who has helped me immensely. Alan and I cannot thank her enough.

When Alan came out of the coma, he said that he had actually seen his father. He also told me, when I had my first telephone conversation with him, that he had always believed in psychic matters, and that he thought he had certain gifts in this direction. He said something wonderful had happened to him and that he had seen the most beautiful places, and he knew instinctively that these were not hallucinations, that they were real. In a letter he sent to me he wrote that, when he was travelling at high speed in the energy dimension, he passed both his father and a very dear friend who had died.

Those of you who have never had a psychic experience may find it very difficult to come to terms with the fact that the mind is infinite, that it survives death, and that it can take over when the brain has been damaged. But if we did not have a mind that is totally separate from the brain, none of us would exist, because it is the mind that creates the link between the Universal Mind and the brain. We are all children of the Universe; we came from the source, and to the source we will return. There will be more about this later in the book. For the moment, let me assure you that nothing is what it seems, and that anything is possible.

Because of the swelling in Alan’s brain, he was reduced to a comatose state. This happens when the messages from brain to body are disrupted, and the mind seeks alternative routes of communication.

Alan’s story is typical of the stress that the personality endures when it feels that it can no longer communicate through the brain. The patient does not suffer, because they are in a peaceful and loving environment. Their wish to communicate is driven by the desire to ease the suffering of their friends and family and, in Alan’s case, to pass on to them the knowledge that he was going to survive.

As I mentioned earlier, others in the spirit dimension can come forward to ease tension and give proof of survival during these trying times. I was speaking to Anne one day when a man’s voice repeated the name Harry several times. I asked her if she knew who this might be, and she told me that her late uncle’s name was Harry. I then passed on to her messages of a private nature, which were confirmed. Anne was having a lot of ‘firsts’ at this time! Having had no previous experience of survival evidence, she told me that she found it a great comfort to have someone of her own communicating with her, especially as she had been Harry’s only niece and had been much loved by him. I explained that he had come through so that she would not feel so alone.

The family has asked me to thank all the medical staff at the London Hospital and at St Bartholomew’s hospital for all the loving care that Alan received from them during his long stay with them. As a medium, it was a great honour for me to bring the two worlds together, easing the grief of the family as they waited for their loved one to recover from such a terrible trauma.

For me, this is just one of many hundreds of similar stories that are being played out every day, each one as remarkable as the last. I therefore hope that Alan’s story will bring hope and comfort to the families of all those who are currently in a coma.

3 MANCHESTER UNITED AND BOBBY MOORE

I WAS FIRST INTRODUCED TO Bobby Moore through my contact with Bobby Keetch, and then again through Alan Hudson. There was an interval of twenty months between these messages. But the first contact I had from the Manchester United team was over twenty years ago.

Out of respect for one particular family, when I wrote about the story of the team’s survival in my first book I did not give the actual name of the club. I can reveal it now because of the remarkable circumstances surrounding the footballers mentioned in these chapters, which span so many years. They have made it quite clear that they will not be silenced. They want people to know they have survived, and to be happy for them, to replace bad memories with good.

This is the story from Mind to Mind which will give some insight as to how I became involved with the Manchester United team some twenty-two years ago.

David was a young amateur footballer who had been turned away from our local hospital because he had broken so many small bones in his feet that they had told him there was nothing more they could do. Crippled and in despair he asked me for an emergency session.

I had met David for the first time when he came to me with a twisted ankle and badly sprained ligaments in his foot. A physiotherapist had treated it with ice-packs, manipulation and ultrasound, and after two weeks he was pronounced fit enough to play again. A month later he sprained it again, this time tearing some tissue around the Achilles tendon. On the advice of friends he visited yet another physiotherapist who used the same methods as the previous one. He was then told that he was fit enough to play. This performance was repeated regularly for the next four years! In all he saw a total of nine different physiotherapists, for various injuries, but the effects were only temporary, until he came to me for healing.

On one particular occasion he had had a very bad kick in the groin. A particularly eminent physiotherapist correctly diagnosed a slight hernia, and fitted him with a makeshift truss. David was told that he would not be able to play for a month or more. He then had a successful healing session with me which cured the hernia, and was playing again the following Saturday.

David’s faith in my healing powers were such that when he was told to go home and live with his crippled feet he once again turned to healing. But this time was going to be very different to his previous appointments.

He arrived with his father, who was also a witness to the events that were about to take place. I told David to lie on the couch and I positioned my chair at the end so that I could place my hands on his feet and legs. I had only just begun to heal him when a voice told me to take my hands away. I was not at all fazed by this because it happened quite often during healing sessions with other patients. I took my hands away and moved back from the couch. Then we all three watched in amazement as the injured leg was lifted up, pushed about and thoroughly manipulated. Healing can sometimes be extremely painful, while the body is being energised, and this occasion was no different. David was in considerable pain.

But then something unbelievable happened during the healing, something that only I could hear. A man’s voice told me that he had been one of the Manchester United team who had died in the Munich air crash. He told me that he wanted to heal footballers and athletes through me. He had obviously been a very compassionate man when he was alive and wanted to continue to help people in his profession. I consequently tried to contact his family, but was told that their religion did not accept mediumship. I thought this was very sad, as he so obviously wanted to prove his survival. He gave me the names of all those who had died and those who had survived. The evidence, when checked out later, was found to be one hundred per cent correct.

After the manipulation by our footballer friend, David hopped off the couch, completely cured! And from that time on, athletes of every profession who visited me received remarkable cures.

This all happened over two decades ago. And now, here the team were again, first in 1996 and again in 1998.

Bobby Moore let me know that he was the spokesman for the footballers who now found themselves in a quite different environment, but who were happy that, from their viewpoint, they could help the world of football.

He told me that materialism with a non-spiritual format was endangering the game, and endangering the minds and lives of the footballers themselves. He was concerned that the inevitable problems that walk side by side with huge salaries were destroying not only the footballers, but also their wives and families, and that spirituality had to become part and parcel of the game for the sake of everyone involved.

I found this particular viewpoint inspiring, because I had for many years asked the professional sportsmen and women who had regularly visited me for healing to think about this aspect of their life. Those who took my advice and worked on the spiritual side of their lives were extremely successful, both in their careers and in their private lives. I also believe they were motivated by their healing experiences, as many would never have returned to their respective sports careers had it not been for the intervention of healing.

No matter how sceptical the media may be on the subject of healing, it is preferable to the alcohol and drugs that are consumed daily by a large proportion of people who have to spend their lives in the spotlight. Eventually it takes its toll and the brain and physical capabilities are weakened.

It is a common sight to see footballers making the sign of the cross as they enter the stadium and when they leave. They obviously believe in their God and are not ashamed of showing the world that they have asked for help from a spiritual source.

I find it quite incredible that, in this day and age, with the millennium at hand, there are so many closed minds in the world of sport. I have a following of a million or more people around the world, including close friends who are at the top of every profession, who have admitted that their spirituality is the one thing that has enabled them to reach their potential. For it is from the spiritual realms that they receive their inspiration.

I must confess that it always makes me smile when I think of the members of the Manchester team making contact with me, someone they probably would never have consulted in their lifetime, who still cannot remember the names of famous footballers, has never seen a live match, and has no understanding of the rules. In fact, football is as much a mystery to me as my job is to the footballers themselves!

But the one thing that shows itself time and again in these stories is the love of footballers for their families and for their game. Seemingly, neither can die.

I now know the changes that are going to take place within the football world, and it will be interesting to see how the most powerful force of all will create these changes.

I also know that as the players change, so will their followers. There will be a marked difference as the players of the future impress them with their abilities, without the influence of alcohol and drugs. For the power of the mind is the greatest power of all.

4 MEMORIES ARE MADE OF THIS

ALL THE WOMEN FEATURED in this chapter are my friends. They have agreed to describe their impressions of the survival evidence they have received through me and through others because we share a mutual trust; they know how much it means to me to prove the existence of the ‘infinite mind’.

I thank them for this and for their courage; they already have had more publicity than most people would like in a lifetime.

I find it strange that so many millions of people worldwide who believe in life after death are still continually subjected to views which are based on blind ignorance. I hope these stories will at least help the blind to see that human beings are extremely adept at sorting the wheat from the chaff and at reaching a logical conclusion.

Nicolette’s story

I was thrilled when Nicolette Keetch – Jan’s daughter – sent me this account of her telepathic conversations with her father.

No one could have prepared me for the intense pain and feeling of loss when my father died suddenly of a stroke. Amongst many other reasons, it was because I had lost the only person in the world who I felt I could really talk to, and whose advice I completely trusted and respected. The day before my father’s death I had experienced the strangest of feelings, severe panic attacks and a premonition that something terrible was going to happen.

I had spoken to my father that morning, and he had asked me to join him for lunch as he was going to have a barbecue. I told him that I had to keep an appointment, but that I would join him as soon as it was over. In the middle of the appointment my mother called to tell me that my father had suffered a stroke. She was, understandably, desperately upset at this point. The strange thing was that the call came through to me on my mobile phone which had not been charged, and to this day I don’t know how it picked up the call. I rushed home to be with them both. It was the last time I was ever to see my father alive. He died that evening.

A few months after my father’s death, and after receiving survival evidence, Betty, and my mother and I, were guests at a dinner party given by Terry and Toots Venables. Terry and my father had been great friends, and so he and Toots were of course interested in everything that had been happening since he died. Terry himself was to receive survival evidence that evening, which made it a special occasion for all of us. The evening was full of laughter and fun, as my father would have wished. At the end of the evening, my mother offered Betty – who was in London to celebrate the publication of her latest book – a lift back to her hotel.

As soon as we had settled in the car, Betty turned round and told me that my father was sitting beside me and wanted to speak with me. When she relayed his messages, I knew it was my father. He spoke about me, my life and aspirations, and I knew there was no way Betty could possibly have known anything about me because we had only met that night. He spoke to me throughout the whole journey, assuring me that he would always be there for me, whenever I needed him. That was two years ago.

Since then, I have felt his strong presence around me on a number of occasions. But the most recent experience was very special. I had finished work, and was on my way to Cardiff where I was meeting my boyfriend, as we were to be guests at my friend’s wedding the following day. I was focusing my mind on the journey when, suddenly, I felt my father beside me. The feeling was so strong – as though he had, with great force, projected himself into the passenger seat. At the time it seemed perfectly normal for him to be there, and I began to have a conversation with him. When it was over, I felt that it had lasted for such a short time that I wished it could have continued, but was shocked to find that we had been conversing for two hours. During that time we had laughed and joked as we had before he’d died. It seemed strange, as I could not hear him physically, but inside my mind – telepathically. He also gave me a mental picture of himself, as he used to be, and as I remembered him. It was a lovely night, the sky was very red, and I felt so calm. I felt better than I had done for a very long time.

In the past, when I had been alone, I had often prayed that my father would speak to me, but nothing had happened. Perhaps I had been trying too hard. Now, when he did appear, I had done nothing at all.

Although I had been driving for two hours, I could hardly remember the journey. When I reached Cardiff I felt his presence leave. I arrived at the hotel and was greeted by my boyfriend. We had a drink but I did not mention the experience. It was too new, and I find it easier not to talk about moments that are very precious to me. I want to hug them to me and feel the love that the messages were wrapped in.

I now feel a great sense of relief in knowing that I have not lost that important help and advice that I have missed so much. I know I do not even have to ask for help, that my father will be there for me, as promised, whenever I need him.

I was thrilled by this account because for many years I have been encouraging my clients and readers to accept that we can all have a telepathic link with our loved ones. Although they are existing in a different energy structure to the one we have here, we can, nevertheless, keep our hearts and minds open to the fact that it is possible. If a link is made by loved ones, it should not be dismissed as pure fantasy or wishful thinking. Such a link can be quite dramatic, like Nicolette’s, if the recipient is in any way psychic. But it can also be disappointing if any shadow of doubt enters the mind, because doubt can close the mind.

Jean’s story

The following two accounts have been contributed by Jean Keegan and her mother, Molly.

My dear friend Anne McMenemy had spoken to me on several occasions about the fascinating evening she had spent with Betty Shine. She had also told me about Betty’s incredible healing gifts. I reminded Anne of these conversations when she was suffering severe pain during an illness and told her to ring Betty for help. She was reluctant to do so because she knew that Betty was already inundated with work, so I asked for Betty’s telephone number and decided to ring her myself. My thoughts were for Anne. My friend was in trouble, and she needed someone to help her.

When Betty answered the phone, I heard this warm and cheerful voice and felt so relaxed that I just chatted away. I felt as if I had known her all my life. It was incredible how this one action completely changed my life.

It was towards the end of our conversation that Betty suddenly stated that someone was coming through and wanted to speak to me. I went cold from head to foot and began trembling as she described my recently departed father. She gave me evidence that no one on this earth could have known, except Mum, Dad and myself. So many mixed feelings rushed through my body, I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. I missed Dad so much, and here was this wonderful lady – to whom I had spoken for the first time only ten minutes ago – passing on private messages to me and my family, proving that he had survived the trauma of the physical death and was now living ‘somewhere else’.