My Early Spiritualist Days
When I was about five years old, my father started taking me with him to the Spiritualist Church that his mother had founded at the bottom of Butrill’s Road in Barry. I’m pretty sure that his intention was only to give my Mum a night off. I think that it was on a Friday evening.
A little later, my brother Roddy started coming with us.
My father and his mother were healers. The evening started with greetings, then Nana Vene would sit on the stage, and formal proceedings would take place. A talk on something. A few hymns. Messages from the Dead. A few more hymns, and then the healing.
I really loved the singing.
While the healers saw their patients, Roddy and I would be put under a table at the front of the hall/church where everyone could see us as we imagined that we were in a fort. One kind man who had a toyshop in High Street, used to bring his wife for healing. Every week, he would take us to a sweetshop nearby when his wife’s session began.
Three or four years later, I started to borrow my Dad’s books on Life After Death and Buddhism, and I was hooked.
Still am… 😉
Four works attest to this:
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