Alone in Egypt:  Dec 2007.  Taking a welcome break, I found solitude in Hurghada. Hurghada was busy with Russian, Dutch and German holiday makers. There were no English holiday makers; just me all alone.
Each day I would sit by the pool or on the beach.  I lay there with my thoughts, speaking to spirit. Even though I was alone in a physical sense, I was never alone spiritually.  Occasionally, a couple of Egyptian waiters would come by and strike up a conversation in broken English.

Meditating for one hour each evening, spirits drew close, making me aware of their presence by touch and sounds; the slightest knock or tap on the furniture. Touching my face and arms and gently stroking on the left side of my face in a tickling fashion. My spirit guide informed me that I had solitude and spirit could work with me.

One night, I walked past a public Bar, called; Dutch Bar, As I looked at the entrance, my spirit guide touched my face, just to make me familiar with the bar. For what reason, I did not know. Not for the alcohol!  I had stopped drinking alcohol.  I walked back to my hotel. In my room I wondered, why was I being directed to the Dutch Bar? No idea!, I said to myself.

During one meditation, I was instructed to see the pyramids at Giza, not realising they were 700 miles away by vehicle.  This journey would take 20hrs at least. I was warned by the staff at the hotel that this journey could be dangerous. I booked a vehicle for the trip on the 31st December 2007.

A few days passed and I walked past the Dutch Bar again.  At the entrance, I was instructed by spirit to enter. The bar room was dimly lit and the odd person sat around.  All eyes fixed on me, as I made my way to the bar. A lady at the bar nodded to me. I said "Hello" and she replied in Dutch English. The Egyptian barman served me a soft drink.

The compère announced the singer, at which point the lady got up and walked towards the microphone. Whilst singing, she walked over to me and smiled, then walked back to the stage.  When the song had ended, she walked over to her seat and at the same time introduced herself as Rene, the owner of the bar. Her Egyptian husband came over and she introduced him to me. He briefly welcomed me to their bar and offered me a drink. At midnight, the bar was full with intoxicated people. As I spoke to Rene, a lady and a child walked towards the bar where I was sitting. We looked at each other and she said "How do you know my name?"  I replied  don`t know!".  "But you called me Ria!", she said.   As I responded that I had never heard the name Ria before, I realised what was happening. Spirit was communicating with both of us.
 
In conversation, Ria explained that she had been in bed, when her son, Sandjay, had come into her room and woke her up, suggesting they went to the Dutch Bar.  This was at midnight!  I explained to Ria that I am a medium/psychic and she looked at me in amazement, then told Rene. Rene asked me to give her proof by telling her something about her. I said her friend Hilda was having trouble and she had had a telephone conversation with her recently. Rene looked stunned and said,"Yes", she had a friend called Hilda and she had spoken to her on the telephone the day before. Ria then asked me a question, but I told her,"Not in the bar", so she invited me to her apartment the next day.

I arrived at the apartment and knocked on the door, which was answered by Ria and Sandjay. In conversation, I told Ria about her mother and the burden she was carrying around with her. I cannot go into detail in this story out of respect for Ria and her mother. I can say, however, that I found the answer as to why I was guided to the Dutch Bar. The information I passed on to Ria for her mother was very important and it certainly helped them.

At last, on New Years Eve, I set off in a small white van with five other strangers, who did not speak English. It took a few hours and we had to go through check points along the way, where police and soldiers were carrying AK47s and pistols. They demanded to search our vehicle.  A soldier looked in my direction, pointing with his gun to an area. I got the message he wanted me to go to the area and wait whilst he and his colleagues searched the vehicle.  Spirit came by me and made me aware of their presence. I knew I was safe.

 At Giza, as I looked at the structure belonging to King Khafre, an electrical charge rushed through my body, and I knew I had to go inside.  The sentry let me go in and after a long scramble, I found myself in a small square hole leading into the Tomb of the King.

 In the darkness I could see a large stone base, which looked like a bed. Sitting down and closing my eyes, I felt spirits touching my face.  My eyes opened briefly and in a quick flash, I could see pairs of eyes on the bed staring back at me. I was there for about 20 minutes and it felt wonderful; the feeling of security and the powerful energy that surrounded me. I made my way back to the hole and down the long passage. At the entrance, the light dazzled my eyes. As I walked along the dirt track road, swirls of sand arose around me; the sun pounding down upon my shaven head. I walked to the edge of the pyramid and picked up some stone chippings, but a security guard came over and ushered me back on the road. I made my way back to the white van, where the other passengers where all waiting for me. Once in the vehicle, off we travelled in the darkness back to Hurghada. 

Back at home, as I lay relaxing on my bed, I was suddenly transported to a room in a Community centre, where I was chatting to three ladies sat at a table. We were all laughing and joking. Across the room was a serious looking male.  People started pouring in through the door.  They walked up to the three ladies and handed money over.

Looking down, I was aware that I was wearing a suit and suddenly, I realised that I was the New Age Medium they had been expecting.  I rubbed my hands together and walked to the rear of the room toward a side wall. Suddenly I was ascending, getting higher and higher, surrounded by clouds, as the people looked up.  There was a noise like "whoar, whoar!". I woke up and found myself back in my bed and aware of the traffic outside.

Three weeks later I conducted a Clairvoyance evening at Ashton-under-Lyne Spiritualist Church; in the same room, containing the same people. Wow!

I have built up a good working relationship with my Spirit guide, `George`. He became known to me via a remarkable lady named Dianne Elliot, a `Transfiguration Medium` of Middleton Independent Spiritualist Church. I had been invited to a private séance with four other people and a team of scientists. Dr Harry Oldfield of Banyan Retreat, Ashford, Kent captured `George` speaking to me through Dianne on a DVD recording. Spirit George is now a very close friend of mine. We have built a steady working relationship that continues to this day. I never need to question George when we are working, even if the recipient/sitter does not understand. He always manages to find a way for them to understand in the end.

HAPPINESS IS ONLY A SMILE AWAY