Living ghost... i haunted my own son
I saw my own death Judith Hindle, 45, from Manchester
As I stood by the fruit and vegetables in Tesco’s, I felt my stomach cramp in unbelievable pain. Next thing, I was mortified to see blood running down my leg and pooling on the floor.
Embarrassed and dazed, I left my trolley in the aisle and staggered out of the supermarket. In the car, I rang my doctor’s surgery and I was told to come in immediately.
With tears running down my face, I drove straight to the practice. I knew something was terribly wrong. But my GP wouldn’t take my concerns seriously even though I was bleeding badly.
‘It’s nothing to worry about,’ she said brightly. ‘If you get a coil fitted, that should stop the bleeding.’ ‘I’ll think about it,’ I
muttered. Somehow, I knew my GP was wrong, and that the problem was a lot more serious than she realised.
I’ve always trusted my hunches because I’ve had psychic experiences since I was three years old. I used to talk to ‘imaginary friends’ in my cot. Now I know they were spirits.
Growing up, paranormal experiences followed me around the house. Light bulbs blew, the television turned itself on and off and doors shut on their own.
In my thirties, I began working as a tarot reader. I also trained in past life regression and NLP (neurolinguistic programming – a way of retraining your brain to think differently) and started to communicate with my spirit
guide Lazarus, an elder from Atlantis. For me, the spirit world is real. Days after seeing my GP, in April 2015, I was leafing through a magazine when I came across an article on Future Life Progression (FLP). Just like past life regression, but in reverse, it’s actually possible to look into your own future, to see what’s in store for you later in life. This grabbed my attention! I thought, ‘I could offer FLP to my m clients.’ To check it out, I booked a session with a reputable therapist called Rebecca. At my appointment, Rebecca took some time to explain the process to me. ‘Future Life Progression is where you use hypnosis to help guide someone into their future life, usually five or 10 years ahead, so they can see what they’re doing and if they’re happy,’ she said.
‘If they’re not happy, the person can then make new choices now to change their future. The future isn’t set, it changes according to your actions. This is the beauty of FLP because it helps you to redirect
your life,’ she added.
I was really excited about my session and wondered what I would discover about my future self. Rebecca explained the therapy was safe and then put me into a deep meditative state.
Sitting on a chair in the treatment room, I closed my eyes and breathed deeply, feeling myself drift into a trance-like state. I was guided down some stairs and into a long corridor with doors running
I thought I’d offer FLP to my clients
down either side. Rebecca told me that I would feel a pull towards one of the doors.
‘When you open the door, you will step into a white room,’ she said in a soothing voice. ‘Scenes from your future life will be spinning around the room very fast. They will slow down and one image will grab your attention.’
Glimpsing the future
Rebecca added, ‘You will see what you look like, what you are wearing and what you are doing in your life in the future. Now, choose a door.’ I was pulled to a doorway. Inside the room, I saw the scenes from my life spinning round and round. round ‘One image will now stand out. This is five years into your future,’ said Rebecca. One image appeared opposite me on the white wall. It was like watching a home movie and it was very clear. I could see my eldest son Ryan, who’s 22, with a baby in his arms, and I knew this child was my grandson. The baby was six months old, chubby and gorgeous. My son was throwing the baby in the air and catching him and the baby was laughing with joy. It was lovely to watch. The therapist asked, ‘Where is your son?’ ‘In Manchester,’ I replied. ‘Where are you? What are you doing right now?’ asked Rebecca. It was strange, everything felt distant. I realised that I couldn’t place myself at all. I could see my son but I didn’t know where I was or the date. Nothing seemed familiar. ‘I don’t know where I am,’ I said,
still in the state of deep relaxation.
‘Do you know what country you’re in?’ asked Rebecca.
‘I’ve been in Canada,’ I said confused, ‘But then I came back. I don’t know where I am now.’
Next, I saw myself as transparent and floating on the ceiling. I was looking down on what was going on in my son’s home.
That’s when it hit me.
‘Oh my God, I’m dead,’ I said suddenly. ‘I’m seeing my son and grandchild from spirit.’
This realisation was a massive shock. I felt myself grow cold with horror. I didn’t want to die and miss out on watching my first grandson growing up.
‘Take a deep breath,’ said the therapist. ‘I’m going to help you find out about your death.’
I think the therapist had already suspected that I was dead from the questions she’d asked me. She was calm and in control, which was great because I was freaking out!
‘I want you to go and stand in front of a mirror,’ she told me. ‘Visualise the mirror as clearly as you can. Look at yourself in it, and tell me how you died.’
I did as she said, and looked at my reflection in the mirror. I could see right inside myself. My reproductive organs were black.
‘I died from cancer,’ I told Rebecca bluntly.
Don’t ask me how, but I just knew that this was the cause of my death.
‘Is this death avoidable?’ Rebecca asked. ‘Call in your spirit
guide for help.’ My guide Lazarus, from Atlantis, stepped forward. He looks a bit like Dumbledore from the Harry Potter films, but not as old, and he was wearing his usual long white robe.
‘Ask your guide for exact details,’ instructed Rebecca.
Mentally, my heart racing, I asked Lazarus what was wrong with my future self, why my organs had turned black.
Lazarus looked at the mirror then back at me. ‘This is ovarian cancer,’ he said. ‘Will it kill me?’ I whispered. Lazarus nodded. ‘Yes. You are destined to die from it.’
I was floating on the ceiling in spirit
Ireeled in horror as Lazarus told me I’d die from cancer.
‘Ask him if it can be prevented,’ Rebecca guided me gently.
I did as instructed, feeling weak and sick with nerves.
‘You will pass on from this disease unless you take action,’ Lazarus said. ‘You need a hysterectomy within two years to stop the cancer. If you have the hysterectomy, you will live. If you don’t, you will die.’
I told Lazarus that I’d already visited my GP and she hadn’t taken my concerns seriously. I was worried.
‘Ask your friend Jennifer for help. She knows a private gynaecologist,’ said my guide before fading away.
Rebecca brought me back up the stairs and out of my trance. She told me, ‘It’s very rare for someone to see themselves as dead but you can stop this cancer. You’ve had a warning - act on it.’
I drove home, shaking. As soon as I was through the front door I rang Jennifer and told her what had happened.
Jennifer was shocked but supportive. She gave me the number of the private specialist.
‘It will cost £200 for the appointment because it’s not on the NHS,’ she warned me. ‘I don’t care,’ I said. ‘I need to see this specialist.’
Key hole surgery
Less than a week later, I was sat in an office with the gynaecologist. He examined me and, after a scan of my womb, said he wanted to refer me for keyhole surgery on the NHS so I didn’t have to pay. In July 2016, I had a complete hysterectomy at Salford Royal Infirmary. The surgeon came to see me the next morning and said that the problem with my womb was serious and had really needed to be sorted out. He asked me how long I had been suffering with endometriosis. My ovaries, womb, everywhere was covered with scarring. ‘And you know what happens to scarring,’ said the surgeon. ‘there’s chance it could develop into cancer to cancer.’ I told him I’d never been diagnosed with endometriosis. Although I didn’t tell him that spirit had told me to see a specialist!
Apparently, women who suffer with endometriosis are 30 per cent more likely to contract ovarian cancer. I already knew that my mother had an emergency hysterectomy at 38, and that my grandmother had died of ovarian cancer at just 42.
It seems probable that they both had endometriosis, too.
This cancer was hereditary and my womb was a ticking time-bomb.
I have no doubt that my FLP session and my spirit guide saved my life. I’m so glad that I was guided to take action. I’m now trained in FLP - although I’ve never had a client experience a session as dramatic as my own! But if it happens, and one of my clients visualises their own death, I’ll know what to do – ask their spirit guide for help!
I’ve no doubt that FLP saved my life
Stomach pain: Terrible cramps Self-hypnosis: Meditative state
Family time: My son Ryan Bleak: My future
Consultant: Spiritual guide Healthy: Bright future