Getting back to the Glyn Edwards workshop. It was a day-long packed workshop covering various aspects of mediumship, run by Glyn Edwards. My first and only time to have met Glyn. There were about 30-40 people in attendance and throughout the day we took part in different activities. His workshops were about "understanding your true potential and the excellence of that potential."
From the Glyn Edwards Spiritual Awareness Foundation
, which honours the teachings and Spiritual direction of Glyn Edwards:
Glyn was particularly known for the quality of his mediumship and his ability to demonstrate it almost effortlessly in front of large audiences.
He was also respected for his understanding of, and insight into, different areas of mediumistic unfoldment and his ability to enable students to recognise for themselves the individuality of their mediumistic potential, and to help them establish it as a real means of their own Spiritual awareness.
Glyn also had a very wide and deep experience of physical mediumship (Materialisation, Direct Voice, Apport Mediumship, Levitation) and all forms of activity within the trance states in physical mediumship. He was also a trance medium through which a large body of information both philosophically and evidentially had been a means for a furtherance of his own mediumistic potential.
As Glyn wrote in 2015:
‘To achieve this, you must play your part because these are not courses that offer a quick way, but that require commitment , openness, and willingness to discover what is true and real about the potential within you.’
‘It will rest in your hands as to whether the excellence of your potential unfolds and blossoms. Your input, your attention and your willingness to focus are essential to the success of these courses.’
During one part of the day, Glyn instructed us to form into pairs in the room, and for one of the pair to attempt to give a reading to the other person. The person receiving the reading was not to give any comments or reaction whilst the reading was going on, and only when finished they would give their feedback to the reader.
The reader was to just convey to the sitter opposite what they were getting, as they got it, if anything.
I had done this sort of exercise before as part of development classes I had been in, where generally I would get a very fleeting image of a person to start with, usually to the right of the sitter and slightly behind them. Then information would flash up above their heads, usually in the form of one word spelt out in capital letters, like a name, or a date, always very fleeting. I remember the very first time I did it (at the development class), getting this fleeting image of a man's face to the sitter's right - and with it came just a feeling that it was her father. I remember describing the face and saying to the sitter I have a feeling this is your father - and immediately I said that the word 'GRAND' flashed up before my eyes, printed in capital letters and very large. So, I corrected that by saying, no - it's your grandfather, and then the word ROBBIE flashed up very quickly and then disappeared as fast as it had appeared. Turned out it was indeed her grandfather and his name was Robert, known to everyone as Robbie, so at that stage that was the way I was used to getting my information up until then.
So, I was being the reader first this day and the lady opposite me was a complete stranger to me, neither of us had met before. I asked if I could just hold her hands for a moment while I closed my eyes and in my mind asked if there was anyone in spirit that wishes to contact this lady. When I opened my eyes, I actually got a little bit of a fright because sure enough, to her right and slightly behind was the very life-like face and shoulders of a lady with all the features so meticulously detailed - and it was not just a fleeting flash. The image stayed there the whole time while I was describing her. A name came in capital letters above the image's head, which I relayed to the sitter and as I said the name a tingle shot through my head right down to my toes. The image was still there, and became even clearer and animated, and a smile came across her face! Then a date was printed in front of my eyes, very large (I remember the date printed up was just a few days off from that day - and then the words HAPPY BIRTHDAY 83 flashed fleetingly in front of me. I said to the sitter, her birthday was on the date I had seen - and again, as soon as I spoke the words the tingle rushed through my body from top of my head right down to my toes. The lady's image disappeared and I then got this very strong feeling that I wanted to dance - I actually felt as though I was physically moving my legs and feet and dancing (although it was confirmed afterwards that I didn't move at all as I said to the sitter I can't keep my feet still, I just feel I want to dance)
Next the vision in front of me changed and to my left were shelves and shelves filled with books. A hand appeared from the right - just a hand, but very large and started taking out books from the shelves and putting them in a pile on the floor. Then the hand picked up the pile of books from the floor and handed them to me. This pile of books was very large in front of me. I actually felt as though I was there and could smell the pages of the books! It was weird. Then - the scene in front of me changed to a front garden, it felt as though I was standing at the front door of a house looking up the garden path with a small gate at the end. (I'm relaying all this to the sitter as it happens ...)
Then, very large to the front of this scene and slightly to the left, was a face of a young boy, who I described in detail to the sitter. I felt this boy was about 12 years old, with a brown face, big brown eyes and shiny black sticky-up hair, like it had gel in it to mould into a style to make it stick up. Because of its clarity and size, and the fact that this face had appeared in the left-hand corner of my vision and so very large and close (to me), I felt that this boy was still living. I said this to the sitter while describing him - and the tingle shot into my head and vibrated down through my body again. This boy then walked down the garden path, opened the gate and closed it behind him and stood outside it looking back at me and then he started to cry. I felt a strong urge that I just wanted to put my arms around him and give him a hug to comfort him. That was it. I got no more.
Feedback time from the sitter: She said the lady was a very good friend who had passed just about 3 months ago. She was 82 when she passed and her 83rd birthday was coming up - on the date I had given.
She told me that the boy was her friend's next-door neighbour, a young Asian lad (very particular about his hair, which was always kept in what was apparently the latest hairstyle!) who had helped her a lot around the house when for a time before her passing she had become housebound and he used to do things for her like getting messages from the shop for her and making sure her garden gate was closed. He apparently missed her dreadfully and hadn't stopped crying since she died. She said she was going to make a point of personally passing on that hug to the lad.
She then told me that her friend had been a medium herself, who loved dancing, and that she had a huge personal library of books. Before she died she had given her all her books about mediumship, and instructed her with the request of making sure that the rest of the books, after choosing all those that she would like, should not be destroyed, but distributed to charity shops and secondhand book shops - which she had done. She was so pleased at what I had described as the shelves of books and the hand sorting out the pile with some of them - which was, she felt sure, the mediumship books that she had set aside for her - and she said she was so pleased that she had acknowledged the books because she knows that she had carried out her wishes about the rest of them going to charity etc. She was very pleased with her message altogether, big smile on her face.
I, though, on the other hand, was now feeling quite ill, woozy - can't really explain, it was as though I was completely drained of energy, I felt as though I had cobwebs all over me and was trying to pull them off and clear them away. I know that sounds crazy but the only way I can explain it.
Glyn at this stage had started to speak to all of us as a group, and stopped in mid sentence to ask me if I was okay. I explained as best I could how I was feeling, and he said that was because my communicator had come very close and worked through me in a very physical way. Hence the draining of energy (during all the paired-up readings, he had been going around the room keeping a close watch on everyone in the group)
I feel sure that the fact that this lady's communicator had been a medium herself, made it easier for me get the message through clearly to her friend. She would have known exactly what to do and how to do it, not just getting the message to her friend, but doing it in a way that I (the mediator, the person who had to interpret the message and pass it on to the sitter) could accept and understand. The tingling also was an acknowledgement, a confirmation that what I was passing on was correct, so I could know for sure that it wasn't just my imagination.