Of course it's not all monks, white ladies and monsters.
Often times I find myself face to face with the spirits of children, the
most memorable of which has so far been Young Master Willem.
I ran into this cheeky little boy in a watermill in the South of England.
The mill itself was quite an imposing structure with six floors, all of which
were crammed with machinery and wooden partitions which made the place feel
like a huge clockwork maze.
Up on the uppermost floor was where all the activity began.
I had taken a group of people up to the top floor in order to conduct a sťance.
As we began to relax in to the exercise and ask for spirit to make itself known we all
began to experience an immense drop in temperature.
A change from 22 degrees Celsius to 15 degrees Celsius was recorded and the
transition had taken just seconds.
I could feel a presence in the room with us.
It was moving around the outside of the circle very slowly and a number of people
felt they had been touched by unseen hands.
Shortly after this, the bench we were sitting on began to shake and tapping noises
could be heard all around the room.
Everyone, myself included, became very frightened.
But the fear soon drained away as I caught a glimpse of a little boy with curly blond
hair hiding behind a pillar.
He was approximately seven years old and one of the most mischievous little boys I've ever seen!
I described him to the group and as I spoke he began to move around the room,
tickling us and laughing before running away and hiding again.
I sensed his name was Willem and I can describe him best as being very similar
in appearance to Little Lord Fauntleroy.
I began to speak to him as you would with any other child, and he responded greatly.
I asked him what he liked to do for fun and he told me that he liked to sing.
When I asked him what his favourite song was he told me that it was
Sing A Song Of Sixpence and so as a group we all sang him this little song.
He appreciated this so much that he gave us some very strong responses, including
tickling one man so hard that he became startled and tripped over a loose floorboard.
The most curious and wonderful aspect of my encounter with Willem was his kind
gesture to one of my colleagues.
Prior to our encounter with Willem I had given a gallery reading for the assembled
people and managed to contact the spirit of a small boy connected to one of the group.
All the information I gave was correct apart from the name of the boy, which I felt
After a great deal of searching, the recipient could not for the life of him place the name.
It became apparent to me, much later in the evening, that Young Master Willem had
acted as a go between and had brought the spirit of the other young boy through for my colleague.
In many cases the spirit of a child should be helped to cross over completely, but
in this case I felt there was no need.
Young Master Willem was more than happy to remain in the building, as well as
the surrounding village. Doubtless I shall meet him again next time I visit that building.
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