Throughout my inner journey, there have been a number of seemingly spontaneous contacts that surprised and intrigued me, the me that had already been processed through many projections and spirit interactions of a more conventional type.  As if any projections or interactions could be termed conventional, but you do get used to the patterns that the enigmatic seems to evoke.

      Neither of these wound up in any of my books or essays that I recall, but I have often thought they deserved an airing in public.  In the first I and my wife were sitting reading in our favourite armchairs one evening, each quietly focused on our books, when I felt that inner ‘pull’, this time a voice, calling ‘Gordon, Gordon’.  It was the voice of an old friend’s mother, a woman not only having long ago transitioned, but one whom I had not seen for at least thirty or more years, and the friend himself in at least twenty.  After my initial shock, I returned her telepathic call, asking what I could possibly do for this kind and generous church going Christian who I strongly suspected never had any doubts about her spiritual path.  She then mentioned her son, my old friend, who at that time might have been mid-sixties but whom I had not heard from in many decades.  Could I contact him?  Despite some reluctance on my part, and ignorant of any transition, she insisted that I alone could accomplish this. Odd as she a would only remember me as a friend of his youth, a hippie artist type rather than some psychic/ projector/medium.

     In a couple of minutes I agreed to try and inwardly called his name.  Quickly I sensed a response, as in, ‘Oh yes Gordon it’s you’.  I reported his mother’s request, to which he guiltily replied that in concentrating on his two surviving children, then in early middle age, he had neglected his long dead parents.  As I received this I saw an image of him floating above the lives/dwellings of his son and daughter.  He did say something like, ‘Shit I was so focused on the kids I forgot mum and dad’. Perhaps my communication had come across like a reprimand, as he seemed to quickly access the space his mother was then in and they left me to the space I was in.  The intimacy and assurance of the contacts suggested that despite the many years intervening our spirits had never lost touch.

     I mentioned the surprise occurrence to my wife and we marvelled once again at the mystery of it all despite my long acquaintance with spirits and their needs and opinions.  Some months later, in a similar scene of domestic quiet, I slipped into a short nap only to find myself, as I was then constituted, listening in to a phone call/conversation between the friend previously mentioned and another who had passed some years before.  They were chatting away like old friends might, whether in flesh or spirit.  As I have many times pointed out, spirits generally continue their life patterns and pursuits ‘over there’ once they get adjusted to their new conditions.  At some point they both recognised my presence and it became a three way conversation among old friends.  At some point I slipped out of the lucid dream and back into the physicality of my reclining rocker and reporting to my wife, ‘Hey guess what just happened’.

     Both of these incidents took place in the space of five or ten minutes, perhaps less. As I say my inner journey had then been long and meandering, with many planned projections and contacts, almost all of which have been recorded in ‘wordofgord’ videos and then translated into texts for my various books.  As such they are indicative of the psychic life where other dimensions poke themselves into our seemingly enclosed three dimensional lives.

     I was reminded of them recently through an email from another old friend, someone I had lost touch with for at least twenty or more years, whose contact appeared out of the blue in a very pleasant shock. Later visiting him and his wife, he reminded me of my first visit way back when and that as I entered their house I quickly said ‘There’s someone here who’d like to get out’.  Turned out they and their then children had felt the presence of a young female and had found an old bed in the attic, obviously inserted many years before for perhaps a girl the family felt ashamed of, as was the cultural habit of the day.  Apparently after my visit the spirit was not longer felt.  I had not been requested to move her on at the time, but I figured I must have returned during sleep and made the necessary arrangements. 

     All long forgotten I might add.  Such is the endless activity of psychic contacts and projections, some detailed and some simple, that unless duly noted and archived in some form or other they can be lost in the daily and nightly tides of life.  Until they float ashore that is.