Notes Unworthy Of Public Eyes

Yesterday is gone. It’s behind us forever. All that’s left of the many moments it contained are the few memories we choose to remember. In a few days, those moments will become vague memories lacking the clarity and resolution that we lived through to create them. Are those moments worth recalling, or are they just small stitches in the satin fabric of our life?

This website has been a project that I’ve spent most of this year working on. The original premise was to create an archive for all my spiritualist and mediumship work I’ve written about over the past quarter of a century. From the first few weeks of exploring the world of mediumship and working with the spirit world, I kept notes. Initially, I used little notebooks and always had one tucked in one of my pockets.  As my books filled, I transferred them to a digital format and used software such as Evernote, One Note, and similar systems. Once digitised, I’d rip the pages from the notebooks and discard them. In hindsight, that was a rooky error, and I’ll explain why later.

My notes were messy, disorganised and completely random. One page might contain a quote I heard and liked, while another might contain a phrase from another medium that I wanted to adapt into my demonstrations.  I grew to love taking notes. At workshops, college, demonstrations, church services and any spirit-related meetings, I’d been seen taking notes of the most random points that others would think of no interest.

As my mediumship unfolded, I made notes of any events or incidents that happened to me that I wanted to remember. Most teachers always told the students to make notes, though few ever did. I wasn’t one of them. I believed in the principle of noting things along the way so that one day I could look back and see how far I’d come. Eventually, these copious notes got turned into digital notes and the diaries, journals and notebooks were thrown away. Unfortunately, digital formatting wasn’t the best solution. Often I would accidentally delete and lose my notes due to many technology reasons, such as changing a computer, forgetting an account, or similar issues.

A lot of the notes I made did survive though. Stories of events that happened to me became topics for articles I’d write for my various online platforms. I attempted to build several websites over the years, where I wrongly believed my notes and stories would be safe. Occasionally, I’d close an account with a company in the belief I’d backed my stuff up, only to discover later that I’d not. The heartache of losing my notes was often a painful experience. However, some of the notes survived.

So here I am in 2024, building a website that is intended to be an archive containing all those notes, all those stories, all those exercises, and noted years of learning details. But I’ve come to a dilemma that’s confusing, frustrating and shaping how I put this archive together. How much of this information I’ve made notes of is relevant to a) working with the spirit world nowadays and b) of interest to others?  The conclusion I’ve reached is surprising. Very little!

A few days ago I was reading one of my entries I noted in 2005. I was barely a medium, and certainly didn’t refer to myself as one. The evening in point, I’d visited Bournemouth Spiritualist Church to watch other ‘fledgling’ mediums during an open-mic night. I wasn’t brave enough to have a go myself. Later that evening I was in the car park about to leave when I approached an elderly man who was leaving the church. 

“Excuse me.” I said to him. “I hear you mention in there tonight that your wife was in the spirit world.”

“Yes that’s correct”, he replied.

“Was her name, Cecilia?” I asked. “Because I was aware of her being around you and wanting to say how much she loved you”.

The man explained that his wife had indeed recently passed to spirit and he was lost without her. They’d spent much of their lives together and he missed her so very much. Her name was Cecilia. Instead of showing compassion and sympathy with the man, I expressed excitement and amazement that I’d got her name correct. It was the first time I’d ever got such a vital piece of information correct. My ego inflated and I was proud of myself.

I made a note of the details in one of my books. That is one of many stories that have survived the years. But here’s the point. How useful or relevant is that story in this website? Does it deserve to be mentioned? Thousands of mediums, better than me, are bringing forward names and evidence of the continuation of life every single day. On its own, what value has my story to anyone? I believe it doesn’t have much value, only to remind me how far I have come in my education.

This year, I have read many hundreds of my entries from notebooks and online platforms that I published on. A few, but not very many, have had some value, in my opinion, and have been written up for this website. Sadly, many of my notes have not not been good enough to be republished. Why? Because I’ve moved on. I’ve grown, learned more, and become more experienced, rounded, and level-headed. I’ve become wiser. I’ve learned that not everything in my journey matters to everyone else. What really matters is your journey, your learning, your experiences, your stories and your wisdom. But only to you!

Don’t get me wrong, I still enjoy making notes daily. I also find great inspiration from reading some of my early notes. I’ve stories of when I spoke to my father in the spirit world who gave me categorical proof he lives on. I’ve stories of physical events I’ve witnessed and experienced. I’ve stories of unbelievable evidence coming through in private and public readings I’ve given. I’ve stories of when I was invited to a celebrity wedding with a small congregation of well-known celebrities, producers and directors present. I’ve stories that are miraculous in content, incredible in detail and astonishing to everyone involved. But hey, haven’t we all?

Every single person on this earth plane has a story to tell. Some people, like me, choose to make notes about life events. Some people even write entire books of their stories. I’ve read hundreds of such books. The problem is, when we read all these wonderful stories condensed into a book that can be read in a few hours, we’re left believing these people are incredible, amazing, gifted, genius and similar sentiments. If I were to write a similar book, you’d think that too of my life. But that’s not the full picture.

There is no way I can take sixty-six years of life and write a five thousand-word book and paint the real picture of me in a balanced and accurate depiction of who I am. What good would it serve to make myself out to be something I’m not, only to make myself feel better. How do all my notes, my stories, and my experiences help others reading these words to achieve more for themselves as individuals? 

There is a difference between motivation and inspiration. We can inspire others, but we can’t motivate them. They can motivate themselves, and our inspiration might spark it. So I’m aware that some of my previous notes may inspire some people. In my old age I’m choosing carefully what I believe might be useful for the purpose of helping others and rejecting anything that appears to make me seem like something more special than I am with my mediumship.

In this website administration, I have dozens of articles that I’ve reproduced for this archive. But they remain in a draft state, unpublished or private. In my wisdom, I don’t believe they’re worthy of an audience. But they serve to remind me of how far I’ve come in my unfoldment as a medium and spiritual person.

I remain an advocate of note-taking and would encourage everyone to create the habit of writing things down, no matter how insignificant it may seem at the time. My notes remain like a detailed map of my journey into mediumship. A personal journey of discovery, unfoldment, excitement, disappointment, frustration, emotional ups and downs, and miracles that others would find hard to believe.

Here’s a challenge for you reading this article right now. Stop what you’re doing and find yourself a notebook and pen. It doesn’t have to be fancy, or empty, or anything other than containing a few blank pages.

Turn to a blank page and write a few sentences about something you’ve experienced today. If you can’t think of something, write you views of this article and include details of where you read it and on what day.

Easy right? Now you’ve started journaling your life. Make it a habit to actively and frequently add to the notes collection. Believe me, you’ll enjoy doing it. And then in your later life, you’ll have some references you can turn back to. 

But are you different to the majority of people who don’t take notes? Most people who read this article will dismiss this idea for notetaking. Most will not believe it important to keep a journal of their progress. This means that most won’t realise how far they have come in their unfoldment and development and will forget the tiny incidents, the signs from spirit, the messages and the evidence they have been part of relaying.

Enjoy your unfoldment, your education and your development. It’s a life-changing process, and worth documenting, don’t you think?

 

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