A friend stayed with me a few days last week, well he’s more than just a friend actually. We had a good time especially on Friday when we met up with another friend for some drinks and a Chinese meal, then I and the friend staying with me went on to a pub near me where a band was playing our favorite rock’n’roll music, and several other people we knew were there. We therefore missed the monthly meal/gang meet-up of The Woodies group which also took place this Friday.
Next day I traveled back to St Leonards (Hastings) with my friend, who now lives there, and together we visited a very old friend of me and my partner who’s now in a care home suffering from dementia, severe diabetes and various complications. I’d seen him last month, and a couple of months before that with another old friend, and on that first occasion we all laughed and joked about old times.
How things can change in a few months or even weeks. On Saturday he hardly recognized me, and I’ve known him for nearly 40 years. Not just because of his bad eyesight – he said in a very strange posh voice which he used the whole hour we were there: ‘I think I know you, vaguely.’ A friend who lives in Hastings and has helped him since his partner died 5 years ago says he is not recognized either, or hardly. It is all very sad. He’s lost his flat and the contents. A few items such as his photo albums were with him in the care home but have disappeared. All I could find was one photo album. Apparently my friend threw the rest out of the window. At least his Harrods’ Xmas/New Year Teddy Bear collection hasn’t suffered the same fate, yet.
I went back for a coffee with the friend who’d been staying with me, but his wife and daughter were there and their place is very claustrophobic, so I didn’t stay long. Wandered along the seafront feeling very low, remembering all the good times I’d had in Hastings with my partner, our friend now on his last legs in the care home, and his partner who died five years ago. The place holds nothing for me now – I have no base there. The sun came out briefly thru the clouds, so I sat on the beach and braved a dip in the sea. Called another friend who lives there, but couldn’t get hold of him. Wandered around, had a meal and then gratefully caught my booked train home, vowing not to go to Hastings/St Leonards again until next Spring or Summer if the weather’s really hot, by which time I’m sure my friend will have passed on or be so badly demented he won’t even know I’m there let alone recognize me. All very depressing, but probably next time I’ll go down there might be for his funeral.
In the midst of all this there is the Diana Work centered in Germany and America. Now is a crucial time involving big changes for Andrew Russell-Davis and others connected to him in Germany and around the world. Now is the time for him to know who his true friends are, and we think for the Diana Work to really take off.
I was in a very confused state, but now am much happier about the situation, as is Andrew. I got a very clear message this morning from my partner in Spirit, George, about how I had to be a ‘sheetanchor’ or a dependable person for Andrew in the event of an emergency, and another friend of Andrew’s who’s psychic got virtually the same message – that I was to be a lifeboat if the cruise liner should sink. These are all analogies to describe a situation which would be temporary, but which we all think will probably not happen. This seems to be a time of changes, and of testing us all. It comes at a time when I needed reassurance and confirmation about all things Spiritual, and by golly did I get it this morning. George also told me all that has happened with the Diana Work so far has been just a preamble to the main event, so it really does look as if it is about to break open in some way. Of course what people’s reaction to it will be nobody can foretell – we all have free will.
All I can say is watch this space, there could be some quite momentous things happening soon, but if this takes off you won’t need to read about it here. Dates play an important part in my life and in Andrew’s, perhaps in all our lives. Diana died on August 31st, 1997, and August 31st, 2010 was a deadline for Andrew when certain decisions had to be made. Nobody planned this, it just happened, but is surely more than just coincidence.
As is the fact that my best friend and my maternal grandmother both died on my birthday (different years), and my life-partner died on the birthday of Jerry Lee Lewis, a singer I am quite fanatical about.
So we must all be prepared for changes, some good, some perhaps not so good. But if Brian passes to Spirit soon he will be much happier, reunited with old friends and his partner. The most depressing thing would surely be if he lingers on in the care home for years getting more and more demented and physically handicapped.
One era ends, and another begins. That is what life is all about I guess, and how we progress. We also have to sometimes make difficult decisions and test friendships. This has happened to me in the past, usually at crucial times such as three times just before my partner passed to Spirit, when I had to prove my loyalty to him or put him first.
Before Diana can make herself known as being back to the wider population certain conditions have to be right, and the right people have to be involved in the work and supporting those doing the vital work. Controversial in life, things will certainly not change in that respect when people realize the lady is back, or more correctly, she has ‘not gone quietly’ and will not do so.