I had drifted away from Universal Medicine for nearly six years. I have never ever doubted the teachings of The Ageless Wisdom, nor God, but I was fighting my extremely wayward spirit. Then gradually by 2018 I knew that I needed to continue my journey back home and address the life of comfort that I had fallen into.
Then, early last year I was asked if I would tell my Life Story to assist a young lady who was residing at our local College studying Journalism. It was only the second time this had been tried so there were very few rules laid down for us to follow. She was a gorgeous young lady who was boarding at College along with her twin sister, as their parents worked in the Middle East.
We spent many happy sessions together during the writing of our book. It was very closely monitored by the course tutor. A personal friend who was interviewed before we began, was to be my outlet should anything upsetting for me come up. So we began. I was always given the progressing document and neither the College nor the young student had access to it when I was not present – this all felt extremely professional and that my writing was safeguarded.
I decided at the outset that if I was going to write this book it would be essentially about my life story to date very generally, but especially about my search to find God.
The journalist student and I chose the format together, which was not easy, but we ended up with various chapters (that sometimes crossed over, which was unfortunate, but in the end it didn’t matter). We had eleven chapters: My Early life; School; Courting; Fun and Music; Roy, Robert, Philip, Marriage and Moving; Houses 1966-2012; Work; Holidays; My awakening; Miscellaneous; a penultimate paragraph and Acknowledgments.
I loved the process, I certainly didn’t look back with any sadness nor did I reminisce, but the process of remembering was glorious. (Just out of interest, whilst looking in the Concise Oxford Dictionary, I came across the Platonic Doctrine of Reminiscence – ‘… that all knowledge is such recovery of things known to the soul in previous existence’, which I found very enlightening for the Oxford Dictionary).
I would wake some mornings having remembered long-forgotten events during the night, and I began to remember more and more, and was fascinated how the recall/dropping in process worked. I have to say I was very fortunate and have had a lovely life on the whole, so luckily I never needed my support person to talk me through traumatic events.
In the end I felt truly blessed to have been given this opportunity to write a book of great memories to leave to my sons. So many things that I remembered would not even have been on their radar as events and the outcomes no longer exist; perhaps they did not actually need to know anyway, but I was having fun!
For example, my grandfather had a herring drifter which chased the herring all around the coast of England, ending up in Scotland. My father was the skipper of the tug boat which was hauled behind the herring drifter and held the coal which ran the drifter, and the coal left over would be offloaded and sold in Scotland. Obviously, this way of fishing no longer exists and my two sons had no knowledge that this way of fishing had ever been done by their great-grandfather and grandfather.
I included several photographs, one being of pounds, shillings and pence from the farthing (4 to the old penny, not even equivalent to any coin today) through to the 5 shilling coin (worth 25p today).
I included a photo of the ‘Easywork’ kitchen cabinet – the one and only cupboard we ever had in the kitchen which held the crockery, cutlery, plus all the food, the 12” TV in a walnut cabinet – BBC only, the manual typewriter and black carbon paper which we used to make a copy of a letter etc., and the ghastly Roneo machine which ran off copies of the typed BSI British Standards documents – BSI is where I worked for eleven years and where I met my husband. Some of these standards are still in use today but were written over 55 years ago; the original documents may have been typed by me.
I also added photographs of friends and family when we were all young as well as photos of the countries that my husband and I travelled to – me searching for where and who God was – and including our visits to a Tibetan monk living in exile in India whom we sponsored.
My search for God began when I saw that indeed we do have a soul.
In 1982, I saw my father very soon after he had passed over and I felt his soul was still in his body, and then I saw him in the Chapel of Rest, just his empty overcoat for this life time, nothing more. Ever since that moment I fully understood that you do not die, but that your soul lives on. This revelation led me to study to become a spiritual healer, then a tutor, a medium, I looked into various religions, travelled to many countries, looking, looking but never fully understanding until I met the glorious Serge Benhayon in 2008. I have been blessed to listen to his teachings as he shows us who we actually are and the way back home.
When I was just a child, I met and talked to a ‘man’ on the bend of the stairs in our house. When I told my parents, I was told off for ‘fibbing’ but I knew it had happened and that encounter always stayed with me, I still remember it very clearly to this day. I don’t know who it was but the aura surrounding this man was huge and I felt such love. I have always believed in God, I have never wavered, but I did not know where to find him.
Serge has shown me the way to be, how to be love, how to be obedient to my divine self, how to be the ‘ultimate sacred mirror reflecting God’s light.’
Unfortunately and very carelessly I often leave openings so I need to be more attentive to who I really am and not let other thoughts drop in. I am God’s work in progress – and loving it.
I appreciate the lovely life I have had, I am very grateful that I had the support of my husband in my life too, I still miss him by my side and I always will. I don’t think that will ever change; he is probably back here now continuing to be the great person he was, helping another human being to understand their life. I believe that we are all part of God’s Divine Plan.
Now I am back from my drifting, and raring to go. I thank everyone who has had such patience with me and I know that the 70’s Group that I have joined have played a large part in my return, and I thank them all for their love.
Rosemary K., UK
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