Sold by: Carol Maxine Statham
The early years.
I am a Spiritual medium/healer and professional astrologer. In all these disciplines, I work in the service of Spirit. But it has not been an easy journey. I was the eldest of three, born on 5th November in 1948, known as Guy Fawkes day, or bonfire night in Great Britain- a happy child full of exuberance and mischief as befitting a firework display! As a young man, my dad had been in the Royal Air Force, and later trained as a draughtsman in civvy life. He was a kind, gentle man who loved his family dearly. Mum was the opposite, she could whiplash you verbally, and if that did not work, she would lash out physically. In today’s world she would be labelled an abuser, but when I was a child society just seem to accept things like that. I also think dad probably mitigated her behaviour. He would never speak ill of anyone, and he could never see the great harm his wife was doing to her children, and the family unit. It might be assumed, therefore, that my early life was fractured, but this was not so. Apart from having a close relationship with my dad, I was also close to my grandparents, both paternal and maternal, and there were cousins that I saw on regular occasions ensuring a close-knit family. But my other saving grace, beginning at the age of three, is that I have always been acutely aware of “another world”. A world made known to me through mental visitations, and words conveyed to me not heard by the physical ear.
Initiation into this “other world” began on the day I had been cycling on my little tricycle and decided for some irrational reason to stick my fingers up inside the hollow handlebars! Brought out the house by my screams, my visiting maternal grandfather scooped me up, bike and all and rushed me back into the house to plonk me on the wooden draining board of the Belfast sink. With my mother and grandmother hovering in the background, my screams persisted as he attempted to loosen my fingers with warm soapy water. Then suddenly, this other lady appeared as if from nowhere! Although I did not know her, her appearance did not frighten me, but instead induced a sense of calm.
I heard her say to me, “There, there, don’t wriggle so. Soon your fingers will be free again, and you can ask your granddad for an ice lolly!” Then she was gone as soon as she came, and my fingers were free.
I looked across to my mum and asked for an ice lolly, at which she rhetorically asked, “Where are we going to get an ice lolly from?” but just as granddad was putting me back down on the floor, the chiming of an ice cream van could be heard in our street.
“This lass is psychic,” said Granddad, “we had better watch her!”
What made this event remarkable, as far as my family were concerned, is that it is doubtful I could have known what an ice lolly was, I had never had one before! And although we lived on the Dorset coast at the time, ice cream vans were not very common, at least not on our street. And so, my relationship with my lady friend had begun. She was a constant companion, popping up in my mind’s eye throughout my early life, tutoring me with life lessons that could not be found in a conventional classroom. She was my saviour, my helpmate, my consoling companion.
Seven years following my initiation of the Spiritual realm I was to discover who she was. On the day of my paternal grandfather’s funeral, I had gone into my grandparent’s bedroom, a room that was normally out of bounds! I was close to my grandfather, very close, and wanted to be close again. The last time I had seen this room, my grandfather had been laying in his bed dying of lung cancer. As my eyes scanned the room, they rested on a photo in a silver frame. It was a photo of a young woman dressed in what looked like a nurse’s uniform. I had not recalled ever seeing it before. As I stood looking down at it, my grandmother suddenly walked in the room.
Before she could tell me off for being there, I quickly asked, “who is this lady”?
Taking the silver frame from my hand, my grandmother was to tell me she was my grandfather’s mother, my great grandmother, Mary Anne Cheek. As a young woman, my lady friend had been a nurse and professional midwife which would explain her caring, but practical personality. The exhilaration that hit my solar plexus that day has been with me ever since. The recognition not only of another world, but the recognition that somehow, I could acknowledge it, and it acknowledged me. My lady friend was to stay with me for many years, appearing when I needed help, or at my mother’s home confinement when my little brother was born, which I had the good fortune to witness. At 12 years old, a maternal bond surged through my body that day as my little brother lay cradled in my arms, just a few minutes old. It was a bond that was to be deep and lasting, right up to the present day. In later years too, my lady friend appeared at the birth of my son Daniel. Soon over the years, as I started growing up, my paternal grandfather from the “other side” would join her in my tutoring from the Spiritual World.
My parents were restless people, constantly moving to a new house, either within the confines of the West Country of England or emigrating to Australia and back again. The constant disruption to my formal education meant it was basic, which was not helped by my parent’s lack of interest, particularly my mother, in the educational welfare of their children. But my saving grace was my creative eye. I had always been good at art, crafts and writing. When I left school at 15, armed only with an art portfolio, my dad talked me into applying for a three-year apprenticeship at the aircraft and defence factory where he was employed. I had never heard of a Technical Tracer before, but it was to be a successful career, one that spanned over 22 years. In the early days, it gave me the financial independence I so desperately sought as my mother’s attacks on me became more severe, leaving me no choice but to leave home at the age of 18. Over the years I led a rather conventional life, fitting into a routine of work, rest, and play. There were marriages, divorce and tears, and house moves around Great Britain. But my greatest joy came with the birth of my 3 beautiful children. These years also brought a different attitude towards the Spiritual realm. I had become sucked into a secular material world which led me to question my Spiritual experiences. Was I mad? Did I really have a wicked imagination as my mother claimed? Were my experiences pure fantasy and fabrication? And so, I became complacent, even playing Devil’s advocate with the Spiritual forces. I remember on one occasion following a warning from the Spiritual realm, saying out loud, “Oh for goodness sake, leave me alone. I just want to live my life.” Consequently, although full of joy on the one hand, these years were full of heartache, challenges, and painful lessons. Now I know it is okay to question our Spiritual experiences, because that is how we grow Spiritually.
The middle years.
My conventional world came tumbling in on me in 1992, when several life changing events impacted my life, including a car crash which produced a near-death experience, juxtaposing quite separately (or so I thought) the passing of my darling brother. I had taken my children to the local swimming baths and was driving back home after the event. Approaching a familiar tight corner in the narrow Somerset country lane, I had slowed right down, preparing myself for the bend before me. Just at that point, I was engulfed in this enormous tunnel of White Light, pure and dazzling, and I seemed unable to stop myself being sucked into it. Then I saw my brother descending before me.
I remember calling out to him, “Please do not go, wait for me.”
Then I heard a voice, a voice without form which was firm and gentle telling me, “I had to go back,” and that “it was not my time.” The next thing I recall is the noise of an engine, and the smell of oil - paraphernalia of a crashed car and a child whimpering. My mind had blanked, and I had driven through a solid stone wall into the garden of a man, who five minutes earlier had been cutting his lawn. The Angels were in the area that day, protecting everyone involved. My children only suffered seatbelt burns, and my injuries were minor compared to what might have happened, enabling me to leave hospital after a week.
I had only been home for a few days when I received a house call from two police officers. Believing it was about my road accident, what they told me shook me to the core. My darling brother had been found dead in his flat. He had started drinking at the age of 15, discovering alcohol helped him cope with a debilitating stutter, only to pass away 16 years later with cirrhosis of the liver. It was believed his body had been there for at least a week making it possible he died on the day of my road accident. For many years I had “seen” his physical death approaching, believing that if I warned him, I could stop it happening. Only in later years, did my husband tell me, that if I could “see” it happening, then perhaps I could not stop it. I have never felt such pain, before or since. It felt as if my heart had been ripped out, and yet I had been told by the Tunnel of Light to go on living. From that day till now, my Spiritual experiences became more pronounced and meaningful. These events were to open the door even wider to another dimension, a dimension that I had tried to ignore, leaving me floundering between two worlds. Now I knew I could no longer ignore the Spiritual realm, my brother “on the other side” was to see to that!
The Irish years.
Following instruction by my Spirit guides, my husband and I moved to Ireland in the summer of 1998. Now an Irish citizen living in county Clare, I have taken a different path. Encouraged by my husband, Dermot, I have gained a BA honours in the Humanities from the Open University, and studied the theory and practices of reflexology, aromatherapy, mediumship, Spiritual healing, and of course astrologer. These are subjects science cannot explain, but those of us that avail of them know they work. Rejuvenated and empowered with my newfound information, learning of universal laws, for the first time in my life, it became clear who I was and who I did not want to be. All of this was clarified by my father’s sister, who divulged to me that two great aunts had been Spiritual mediums, a gift she said, I had inherited. At the age of 52, this was the first time I had ever heard this information. And so, over the last 21 years I have learnt that there are greater forces at work that have nothing to do with the material world. It is a Life Force, a Super Consciousness which is Supernatural, that weaves itself through all life forms, including Homo sapiens. Mankind is but one species of a Super Nature that is governed and regulated by cosmic law and order that, for the time being, conventional science cannot explain.
For many years I have worked keeping a low profile as an independent practitioner. These were learning years for me, as I developed my skills and craft, until in 2015 I was informed by my Spirit guides I must write a book. They wanted me to reach greater numbers of people. They gave me the title of each chapter, then told me to go away and research. Researching these topics made me realise that I am not alone in my experiences, there are many others like me, both historically and in the present day, including academics and scientists. And so, in its original form, the book had 26 chapters, making it far too large and complicated for any publisher to be interested in! And here I am grateful to my eldest son Nicholas, who was at a point undergoing his own midlife crisis, offered to edit my book into the polished version we have today. As a child we used to call him “the Prof” because of his leanings to scientific research and understanding. But like his mum, he was also sensitive to the undercurrents of “another world.” Having studied medicine at Cambridge, he became Associate Professor of Paediatrics and a Medical Director of infectious diseases. For a moment in time, life was successful and rewarding, both in the material sense, and in his career. But the demands he placed on himself or by which were placed on him by others to reach Ego incentive objectives were impossible to meet causing him to lose sight of what was important in life. Just when I needed him, he needed me showing the cosmic law of synchronicity! Reading my book reminded him of his Spiritual component and helped him reset his priority list, which is interesting, because that is exactly why my book was written.
With our beautiful planet beset with so many problems created by human action, and now the global COVID-19 pandemic and climate crisis, my Spirit Guides and the Angels inform me it is time for all humanity to reset their priority list. In fact, there are many already doing so as more and more people become involved in climate action, environmentalists, conservationists, oceanography, and animal welfare. There is a heightened Spiritual awareness that humanity cannot go on like this. Globally we see Spirit and the Ego fighting for supremacy, and the outcome will determine the future of the planet and all life thereof.
And so, I have written this book for several reasons. First, I want to show that there are forces at work that have nothing to do with our material world, the political, economic and the financial institutions that fuel everything, and the Ego incentive objectives of human action. I want to show that all life on planet Earth has a Spiritual component and is equal in consideration. And secondly, I want to share my own experiences of the Spiritual realm, and why I am so convinced of an afterlife, and all the valuable lessons that came with that. Your loved ones that have passed over, including your pets are truly never far away. And lastly, I hope by expanding your awareness of this Spiritual component, and the Ego it will encourage more responsibility towards all life on planet Earth, the environment, and the climate. I hope my book will show that our actions really matter. By drawing attention to the Spiritual component, I will show that the solution to our well-being, mentally, emotionally, physically, and Spiritually and the well-being of the planet lies within all of us.
A word from the Editor
When I offered to help my mum edit this book, it was at a time when I very clearly needed to listen to my own “Spirit Guides”. This is actually her second book, which I was not involved with. But I felt the pull to help her only at this time – perhaps because I could. After leaving my job as a Physician suffering from the physical and mental effects of extreme burnout, I found myself relaxed and creative, and that I could read and write without distraction.
Looking over her sources and reading some of them myself, I was further inspired to help – the book truly drew me in. I realized that I could refine the text without losing the intention or meaning of her work, and even add a little to it, and so we set about collaborating on an editorial process that has taken the better part of a year. Although we have substantially cut the manuscript down from the original 26 chapters (perhaps the remainder will be another book…?) we feel that we have kept the thread of her explanation of Spirit, and its importance to our Past, Present, and Future selves. There are scattered contributions of my own (in particular the chapters related to Spiritual Healing), but this very much remains her book. Consider my contributions as a whetstone, merely polishing the blacksmith’s steel.
I have my own tales of the paranormal and unexplained happenings from the age of 7 years old, and being a firmly logical scientist, researcher, and physician, it has obviously been impossible to reconcile what my eyes and ears (and inner voice) have shown me over the years with the teachings of textbooks and the classroom. I have simply come to accept that certain things are inexplicable, and having witnessed them with my mother, and even now with my son Liam (who, according to at least one medium, has also inherited the Gift from his great-great Aunts) I have found a greater balance and meaning in Life, and a sense of peace about what comes next. As Hamlet says in the play, “There are more things in Heaven and Earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.”
“Walking in the Light” will show you some of those things.
Dr Nicholas John Bennett: MBBChir, PhD. 1st February 2021