David was a very special person for me. When I was younger I put a lot of importance on astrology. This passed as I grew older but when I discovered that David was my astrological twin we established a connection that is hard to explain. We shared birthday greetings, and always smiled at each other as we passed in the corridors of the college we worked in.

David was not the healthiest of men. He suffered from extremely bad excema. If we shared a table at lunch I would ask him if he had been checked for food allergies. He always side-stepped the question and carried on eating the most revoltingly unhealthy mixes of carbohydrates, fats and sweets.

The time came when his health began to seriously fail. He was developing kidney disease. He had to have dialysis. He would be seen hobbling tenderly down the corridors, still coming to work even though he was so very ill. He was waiting for a kidney transplant, but one was not forth-coming. In the end his mother offered to give him one of hers. Just before Christmas in 1994 he had the operation. At first it was successful, but then he took a turn for the worse and died on Christmas Eve.

I was telephoned at home just prior to returning to college after the Christmas break. I was very saddened by the news and took time out to hold his last Christmas card to me in my hands (I still have it now and hold it from time to time). I was always one of the first members of staff back at college. So I returned a day before the teaching staff and went to work in the library. When I arrived I could see one of the Vice-principals sitting at her desk surrounded by an aura of sorrow. I left her to it and went upstairs. As I went about my business David came in the library. Luckily I was alone so I talked to him (normally I refuse to talk with the dead if the living are with me) we had a chat, the sort we would have had whilst he was alive. After a bit he wandered off to see the others who where back in as he was trying to send comforting vibes to them. He muttered that I seemed to have a useful talent.

The next day when all the teaching staff were back, a service was held in the library. Normally I am very sanguine about death mainly because I am fully aware that death is not an end, merely a change of circumstances. However, being open to energies I was affect adversely by the overwhelming waves of grief given out by the hundred members of staff. I ended up losing my temper and having to go into my own room. However, I made it clear that I wished to attend David's funeral. The principal of the college had promised everyone the chance to go yet insisting that the support staff had to keep the library and the reception open - everyone could go but us - hence my temper.

The funeral was arranged and the day came. Those staff who were to attend all travelled together in the two mini-buses to the cemetery. We waited to go into the chapel, a sad group. The College Chaplain was to take the ceremony, and the head of music was to play the organ. The chapel was bursting with people. David had died young, he was to have had his 40th birthday in February, and now he never would. They say that when young people die the funeral is always full, and this one was. As I watched and listened to the College Chaplin giving the sermon I could see David on the raised platform with her. As the ceremony came to its zenith a break happened in the fabric of our existence behind her and David, and light streamed out from the place I call the Golden Land. David smiled and left us then, leaving this plane on the waves of our love. I understood then that funerals are important as a bridge for the living and the dead to move on, using love as the means.

After the funeral there was a wake at the college. I got to hold David's nephew, a very new baby of some months. David stood by my side and said how proud he was to be an uncle and that he was going to be a spirit guide for his nephew. You might say 'why was David back with us', indeed I asked him. He said that he intended to act in this way for his nephew so that he would be passing through from time to time, in fact for forty years. As I held the baby David's presence was extremely strong, and other aspects of my abilities came forward. I knew that the kid had David's excema and that it was diet related, specifically dairy products from cows. I tried to suggest to David's brother that the child might inherit the skin problems and to check his diet for allergies.

I was content to let it rest there. As usual, I have a tendency to keep quiet about what I see and hear. I thought, oh good, David has gone on to his future existence. The days passed, I was happier but I was also being nagged. My guides tend to do that if they desperately want me to do something outwardly psychic for living people. As I was driving to work one day I said out loud "Okay, I'll do it, just leave me alone!"

The college chaplain and I always seemed to rub each other up the wrong way. But I knew I had to talk to her. I made an appointment for 'counselling' with her. When I got into her room, I explained about my psychic gift and that I had to give her a message to give to someone else.
"Who is it for?" she asked.
"I don't know. All I can tell you is that they will be coming to you for comfort so I have to tell you what I saw at the funeral."
I proceeded to describe what happened. After asking me a few questions the Chaplin satisfied herself that I had seen a proper vision. We left it at that. I was not going to quibble with her, I was just grateful such a truly Christian person could accept that what I saw was real and not a fairy story.

I was grateful that my guides stopped putting on the psychic screws to make me do anything else. A few days later the Chaplin verified that indeed someone had come to her for help and she handed on the message. Much later on, one of the members of staff tried to draw me out on my abilities and I have to say I cut him dead verbally and energy-wise sending prickle shocks out (I really really do not liking talking about these things face to face unless I trust a person - it is alright with you guys because you are at the end of a keyboard).

About four months later there was another special event regarding David. There was a dedication ceremony for his tree (the college has memorial trees in the grounds for staff and students who have passed away) and his family were there again. As I held the baby David looked out from his eyes and smiled at me. David's brother also told me that the child had been checked out as his wife was concerned with the growing excema. The kid had been allergic to cow dairy products and they were keeping them away from him.

So all was well. If you are interested occasionally David and I communicate, usually near our shared birthday, and recently when a photograph of David arrived in my email box from my friend Clive. If any of David's family wish to contact me and have anything edited or removed, please do so. I have not got any way of finding you to ask permission to post this story on my website.

© 1998 Judy Farncombe

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