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A message from Spirit about Pendle Hill

 It's only 14 days until we head overseas to the UK.

Last night we were out at Wollombi, NSW, for a ghost tour with a bunch of amazing humans. 

I put up a last minute pop up event and we had enough jump on to run the tour. 

I DO love Wollombi - it's just over an hour's drive from where I live and really a beautiful little village that seems trapped in a time warp.


During this tour we take in the Museum building, the Church and the Cemetery and we ALWAYS go overtime.

We normally do a spirit box session in the Church, as it's the most comfortable spot for it and it seems to have a good track record of responses.

We build a connection over time and the spirits know where to come! Well, that's my theory.


This weekend we had a very strong communication that was very much focused on our trip away.

The Spirit Box is a device that can be used to communicate with Spirit by using the radio channels as the devise sweeps and hits radio stations for brief split seconds, creating a mass of white noise and random words.

The theory is that Spirit can use this noise to choose words and send through their message.

Firstly, my name started to be mentioned - which is odd in itself as its not a common name.

Then after a little banter about singing I asked if we were going to be safe during our trip away.

I was asking for confirmation.

The response was quick - it was "YES".

I asked if there was a special place Spirit wanted us to go and the response was to "see the children on the hill".

Just a reminder here that we have 4 people sitting on headphones only listening to the noise from the spirit box and they cannot hear our questions. They do not know if what they are saying makes any sense or not.

We asked what hill Spirit was referring to, and Anne mentioned that there was a special HILL we were going to be visiting.

She asked was THAT hill that Spirit was talking about?

The response was "YES".

I asked for Spirit to tell us the name of the hill, again, for confirmation.

The response was "SALEM".

Not correct but unusually close - as PENDLE HILL, which we will be visiting, is called England's Salem.

We replied that we will be going there and visiting.

The people on the headphones said some words in quick succession.

"CEMETERY"

"GAOL"

"FLOWERS"

I was floored.

Yes, we were going to Lancashire Castle to the Gaol.

Yes, we were going to the cemetery where one of the Pendle Hill witches sentenced to death is buried to lay flowers.

After having researched the story of the Pendle witches I had decided weeks ago to pay my respects in the area and it was so amazing to hear this message come through to us.



We finished the session and told the group what had transpired. 

We were all pretty gob smacked.

Those moments are wickedly beautiful. It isn't always easy. It isn't always clear.

It doesn't always make sense.

But when it does all come together and we get a number of responses directly one after the other and giving us sensible responses it is pure gold.



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