Having not been to this Jacobean-style house, it was important to get the layout and itinerary from John of the Cheshire Paranormal Society before the public arrived. It was not easy for him to give information of spirit activity in this old house as they have visited for about seven years. The point of mediumship is to prove survival of the physical, so information should never be fed to a medium.
After John had walked me around I waited in the entrance hall while they finished placing the specialised cameras which record spirit orbs and ghostly shapes. I was gazing across this large room stood with my right hand on a settee back, looking at a newly lit wood fire. My hand went ice cold, I could "see" a child, almost as Alice in the famous Wonderland books; blonde curly hair and smock-type dress with deep frills to cuffs and hem.
The public started to arrive and are given the history tour. I am introduced to BBC Wales NE website producer Nick Bourne and I am asked to give a tour. We wait until the public return to the start point before going, so as the noise does not interfere. We start the climb of the main staircase. A small landing, a turn to the right to climb to the first main landing.
Just as we start to step onto the second set of stairs I "see" a figure in long blue clothes walk through the wall onto that which we have just turned. I point this out. We continue into the old style drawing room. There are two pentangles etched into the fire place either side in the brick work, so it doesn't take a genius to work out that some of the previous tenants were up to some thing odd.
We continue up the staircase to the bedrooms corridor. The figure in the blue dress has her portrait in one of the bedrooms, the daughter of the family. More of her later. At the end of the corridor there are two opposing bedrooms. In one, the energies around my head feel very strange, and the connection to the room across the way a strong pull, children. In one time this place was used as a sanitorium, unbalanced women who had children out of wedlock. I do not think for a moment all would have been mad, but the church of the day and the landowners who were the local law and had the locals in their control and would have deemed it so.
These poor women were virtualy jailed here. As medical science is not what it is now, we can only guess at the horrors they had to endure in childbirth. Later in the evening two of the visiting public - ladies - were scratched, by those unseen. The jailers would have been women and the prisoners of that time not fond of women visitors now. Thankfully no serious harm, just an echo of a cat fight from beyond.
As Nick and I start the descent, I hear a lady's voice, "I used to feed the poor souls". One of the cooks of that time likes to make her presence felt. A jovial, round-figured personality, and is now a lovely soul. She has made her presence known a few times it would seem by the others' comments on our return to the ground floor.
We enter the Judge's bedroom (see Judge Jeffreys). Once also supposedly a hanging room. Local justice could be mean. Not all decisions would be under the "innocent until proven guilty" method. This room has a strange energy in the centre, uncomfortable, sickly, then a finality, nothing.
The next part of the evening the public are split into groups to go to various rooms for vigils. Nick and I join John with half a dozen others and his tripod camera in one of the bedrooms. As we 'tune' into the friends on the other side there is a coldness, very likely as there is a whistling fireplace in this room.
I'm aware of a male presence, showing me a large letter T, stood just to my left. John says this is the bedroom of Sir John Trevor, previous owner, and wife. I "see" she is around the bed. She had a talent for prose and art, strong colours in her dress also. A battle of wills with these two. Marriage being more of money and arrangement than of love. He would have preferred the hands-on approach to the estate rather than the book work and is jealous in some way of her intellect. Rows ensue and she dies, found under the bed in this room.
Meanwhile, the daughter chose to fall in love with a farmer well beneath her station, in his view. Locked in her room, she is found in one of the two wells, dead. Our farmer hangs himself, and Sir John can sometimes be seen driving his pony and trap at breakneck speed, something he nearly achieves in his grief.
In the mid to late 1600s he was the local law, women merely owned by father, brother and husband. We can only guess at the state of mind he finaly passed with, hence his strong presence.
John asked him to move an object on the table, to give us a sign, something Sir Trevor had told John he would do earlier. I could hear midnight and at that same time the tripod camera was switched off, not battery failure, switched off, as all were seated. It would appear Sir John Trevor also had a sense of humour.
A second visit to that room with a different, humorous group felt different. The changes in temperature, gentle touching, movement of previous occupants, felt by a few. It felt more peaceful. None felt upset, threatened, and one or two said they would sleep without fear there.
We all congregated in the large drawing room, for a séance-type hour. One of the playful spirit ladies had become quite enamoured of our John, and was not wanting to let him be. She also gave information through him for one of the men in the room.
A young boy who had passed by being knocked off his bike, James. This was likely to happen, it does not mean he is there, just that all is interconnected in energies. It was at this time I picked up on this playful spirit lady's son who died at the age of 14.
She kept squeezing John's hand in verification of the information given. With her also were events around her state of mind, brought about by the beatings of her spouse. Her bedroom was that which Nick and I had walked in earlier, the connection across the corridor, the boy's room. She had now the simpleton approach on her passing, locked in her simplicty safe from the husband's cruelty. Others in the room were aware of spirit lights, orbs and being stroked by our unseen friends.
The panel room was the last room of the night for myself and the humorous group to visit. As all were feeling a little tired, myself included, I did not expect to receive a great deal. One of the gents did have his night vision camera and asked questions.
I became aware of our spirit friends and pointed out in the room where they were. His camera revealed a room full of spirit orbs activity.
I was also seeing a beautiful ray of light in the room. As I had asked my 'guides' to aid any to their rightful place in spirit who would need it, the young girl of Alice's appearance, who had informed another lady she didn't want to be there any more, a second lady said 'Amy' had gone.
Mediumship is asking for evidence of the survival of the physical body. Some are born with the gift others as myself are advised of it and go into structured development and awareness to bring the gift forward. It is done only with the best intent, to serve spirit in the physical and the higher side of life, only with love.
The gifts are clairsentience (sensing in the energies around the body) clairaudience (hearing in or outside of the ear) clairvoyance ( to see with the third eye or without it).
An event like Plas Teg, apart from the entertainment value, serves on different levels. Being a medium on the recieving end of information of those who once had connections to the house, I am also looking for the members of the public who are more sensitive than they realise, and to watch out for them.
A few had the nauseous feeling, sips of water stop this. The solar plexus is a receiver (the 'gut feeling' as our American friends call it) and we know when an atmosphere in a room is good or not.
One poor lady was quite distressed on the history tour part of the evening. I helped with the grounding of the energies with water, explaining the heightened sensitivity which occurs. After a while she was fine.
Another level concerns our spirit friends and not all are ghosts. Some just visit the places they had connections to. In the case of the child Amy, she indicated that she didn't want to be there any more, in which case we ask for our 'guides' to help them to the place which is for all, the love and light.
We all have the choices to be in the love and light, to visit those we loved and left behind or to progress or not. Even though there are different levels of consciousness, all intermingles. Heaven is closer than we think.
More information
Carl's website: www.carlfletcher.co.uk Plas Teg website: www.plasteg.co.uk
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