Among The Spirits is Irene Allen-Block's personal story that includes many fond reflections of family and friends but it also introduces the raw truth of a young girl's life evolving in an intimidating psychic domain. Irene's spiritual calling eventually established in her a deep desire to help others including those spirits that were confined to the earth plane. Her concept of spirit rescue was refined into a process where a target is first perceived through coordinate and scientific remote viewing. Following this phase the information is then analyzed and researched after which, Irene applies her unique natural ability of distance clearing. She has successfully offered and administered her psychic gifts for over forty years to hundreds of satisfied clients. Irene's unique services eventually resulted in the formation of Spirit Rescue International.
Excerpts from Irene's autobiography 'Among the Spirits'
In the following excerpt from Irene's manuscript, she details the social and paranormal history of her house in Wales as well as her relationship with the home's 'spirit family':
"The children had now grown up, and Brian and I decided we would move to the countryside, which had always been in my blood. Some of the happiest times in my life had been those ones living in my village. The hunt was now on to find a house, and now with the technology of the computer it could be done in our spare time. Each evening we would log in and trawl through all the sites advertising homes for sale. There were houses all over the country, but nothing seemed to stand out. If they weren't out of our price range, they were either too small or had no garden as such.
We were looking at a beautiful Edwardian Villa standing in its own grounds with mature trees. Brian and I got out of the car and walked through the gates, where we were met by the owners. They soon explained that the house had been standing empty for a few years. Walking down the side of the house, we came into the rear garden. I was blown away by the size of it. To the rear of the garden were acres and acres of rolling fields with cattle grazing. We proceeded to the rear entrance of the house and went inside, coming first into the breakfast room with its slate floor that carried through to the kitchen, which to me was big enough to hold a party in. Next, we continued on into the dining room, and then into the parlour. Off the parlour was another kitchen, this would have been the old original one, then out into the hallway. Here there was a lovely mosaic floor, a sweeping staircase, ornate spindles, and newel post. To the right off the hallway was another room, the sitting room with its big bay window and very ornate ceiling. This was obviously the best room in the house. The upstairs mirrored the rooms downstairs, with the master bedroom having the bay window.
After the tour of the house, we returned to the kitchen to talk, and as the conversation was taking place, I took my chance to have another peep upstairs. I approached and opened the door to the master bedroom, and as I looked over toward the bay window, I saw a young woman with black hair tied up. She was wearing Edwardian clothes, standing and looking out of the window as if viewing the garden to the front of the house. She was only there for a split second, but she was there. Coming down the staircase, a rush of cold went through me as if something was running up the staircase, and I knew then that the house had at least two ghosts. Now I understood why the house had stood empty for so long.
Brian used to travel down from London every weekend to decorate and do work on the house to get it ready for us to move in. It was on one such weekend that he had his first unusual experience in the house. The house was starting to reveal just what strange occurrences it had to offer.
Since the bedrooms were the first rooms he was working on, he had decided that he would use the sitting room downstairs as the room to sleep in. On this particular night, he was woken from sleep by the bed shaking. As he sat up, he realised the whole house was shaking. Getting out of bed, he ran to the window to see if the farm over the way was running some heavy machinery that could be vibrating the house, but all was in darkness. He asked the neighbours the next day if they had felt anything strange, and was told "no, nothing." They had all slept well that night.
There were no reports of any earth tremors, or anything natural that could have caused the house to shake. It was just one of those mysteries. The following weekend, early on Sunday morning, as he was lying in his made up bed in the sitting room, he was awoken by the sound of a woman singing. He lay there listening for a few minutes before he realised it was coming from the old parlour. The singing was of hymns, as would be sung in a chapel.
Now here was a strange thing...the following weekend I travelled down with Brian to help put the finishing touches on certain rooms that had been completed. Taking another walk around my soon to be new home, I went out into the garden. The farm over the back seemed closer to the house than I'd remembered. I called Brian, who came to look, relating to him, "Does it look as if the house has moved closer to the farm? I am sure it was further away." He agreed. He could see what I meant.
One cup of tea and a biscuit later, I decided to go upstairs to do what I had travelled down to do. On reaching the top step, I couldn't believe my eyes; the galleried landing now looked smaller. Again I shouted to Brian who came running up the staircase thinking something terrible had happened. "Look," I said, "the landing looks smaller." Brian stood there with his mouth open. He had no answer for it. The house had shrunk, or so it seemed. I wonder sometimes if the house chose us, instead of us choosing it. Had the house or something in it been able to create an illusion, so that we would buy it? Had it now returned back to its correct size? Or was it just our eyes playing tricks? Who knows? We certainly don't. .
We moved in a few months later when the house was liveable. I had already told Brian about our two residents, but he had not been put off buying the house. Little did I know that the two we had were not the only ones. There was another spirit, that of the daughter, who is active in the house, and also another, the stepmother, only she is not with the house all the time, but is more a sort of visitor. It's easy to know when she is around as the clanking of pots and pans can be heard as if she is putting stuff away in the cupboard in the old kitchen. There are no pots and pans in this room now, as it is kept only as a utility room and a place to feed the dogs.
Researching, we discovered the history of the house. Herbert Morgan, a Blacksmith and Deacon at the local chapel, built it for his wife Annie. Annie had been to the North to visit family, the year was about 1905. On returning home, she begged Herbert to buy a house up there that she had fallen in love with. Herbert did not want to leave the village he was born in, and so decided to buy some land off a local farmer. On this land, he built for his wife, an exact replica of the house she had fallen in love with. The house took some years to build, but was finally completed in 1910, and Herbert and Annie moved in. Time went by, Annie gave birth to a little girl, Myra, and all was well until Myra was eight years old. That was when Annie fell victim to tuberculosis and passed away. She was buried in the graveyard of Herbert's chapel.
Herbert was finding it difficult to raise Myra on his own, so he asked Gladys, Annie's sister, to come and live at the house and help raise Myra. Shortly after Gladys moved in, the tongues in the village started wagging. An honourable man, Herbert, after a respectable mourning period, asked Gladys to marry him and become Myra's stepmother. Herbert's true love was always Annie, and when Herbert passed, he was buried with his beloved Annie, down at the chapel. The grave they are in is the only one that has the house name written on the tombstone.
Now we were living in the house, and after we had moved in, the previous owner handed us a framed photograph. She said that it had been in the downstairs toilet, and asked us to keep it, saying it must stay with the house even if we were to move again. The photograph was an old sepia one showing a very handsome young man, Herbert, at the age of about thirty, and a pretty dark haired woman, Annie, the lady I had first seen upstairs in the bedroom. Standing in front of them was a child of about six or seven. This was Myra, and the professional family photograph showed them all in Edwardian dress. This was more than likely the last photograph taken of them as a family. It was the first time that Brian was able to see what they looked like.
It is nothing to see them wandering through the house now, and Annie has even been seen walking down the drive. We are used to having them around, and they don't worry the dogs, so I would be loath having to move them on, unless they were causing problems or needed help because they themselves were ready to go. This was their house before it was ours, and it is their love for the house, that keeps them here. It's not always good to remove something that brings a positive energy to a house, as this can leave a door open for something nasty to enter. I believe the energy of my spirits is good for this house, and they have helped me on more than one occasion. I feel safer for having them about.
There was a time when I had my mother, who is in her eighties, come to stay. On one of the nights she was here, there was a terrific storm. The wind was blowing a gale, and thunder and lightning sounded as if it was directly above the house. Mum was nervous, but I found it exciting, as the lightning looked fantastic in the sky, and the thunder that followed echoed across the valley. It must have hit a power line, as all of a sudden all the lights in the house went out. Not knowing how long the power cut would last, I made up my mind to find some candles. I knew there were some in the cupboard under the stairs, and I got up to go and get them. "I am not staying here on my own in the dark!" mum said emphatically, as she rose to her feet and tried to follow me. I was worried she would fall in the dark, so I told her to hold on to my hips as we made our way to the cupboard, groping through the dark, with only the light of a cigarette lighter. I tried to open the cupboard door but it wouldn't move. It was always sticking, but no matter how much I tried that night, I couldn't get it open. By now, mum was panicking. Suddenly, I felt a presence next to me. I took my hand off of the door handle and stood back away from the door. I was just about ready to take my mum back to the sitting room, still the only light being that of the cigarette lighter. That's when the door of the cupboard flew back with such a force; it was as if it had been yanked open by unseen hands.
It is not uncommon to open the kitchen door here, and see a small cat like shape flash across the floor into the far corner and disappear. It was known that at one time, a cat lived in the kitchen of the house. This cat sadly lost its life on the road outside. One cold winter's night I decided to go to bed early, as the house was quite chilly. I had just gotten into bed and was squirming around trying to get comfortable, the door was open, and the landing light was on. Suddenly, I heard what sounded like a cross between a scurrying and a flapping noise coming from above me. I looked up and saw what I like to call an astral critter. It was a mass about one foot long, black in colour, and at quite a speed travelled across from the doorway along the ceiling and disappeared through the wall on the other side of the room.
Getting out of bed, I went downstairs to where Brian was watching the television, and relayed my story to him. His words were, "you're tired, your eyes are playing tricks on you," so I left it at that and returned to bed. Roughly a month later, Brian was in the sitting room, which is situated directly under the bedroom where I had seen my little critter. He was lying on the sofa, which was on the same wall as the bed was against upstairs. All of a sudden, he heard the noise and saw a small black mass go across the ceiling from the door and disappear through the wall opposite. Now he was a believer of my little critter. His description was exactly the same. The house, I know is built on several Ley lines. I believe this little fellow was just a traveller along that particular line. It is said that paranormal entities can and do follow Ley lines.
There was a time when after my daughter- in- law Della had been out to do some shopping for me. She came back and just dropped the change on top of the refrigerator. I didn't bother to move it, as it was only coins, and left them lying there that night when I went to bed. When I got up in the morning, they had been piled neatly one on top of another, by size of the coin, with all the queen's heads facing upwards. I wanted to mention these happenings, as these happenings were re-enacted during the TV show that was to follow."
"I received a phone call from a friend of mine, one day. She is a well-known Medium who herself, and had been contacted by a London production company that was asking her if she knew of any homes that were haunted for a television program they wanted to shoot. She wanted to know if she could suggest mine. I wasn't too sure of this, but I said she could pass my telephone number on to them, so they could contact me. In the meantime, I would think about it. Within 24 hours, I received a phone call from their London office. The man who was on the other end of the phone introduced himself as the producer. He told me that the program was going to be about a celebrity medium who would come into the home, talk with the spirits, and find out who they were and why they were there. Well, my curiosity, I am ashamed to say, was getting the better of me. I decided not to tell them who or what I was, and just let them continue to think I was a typical housewife who was living in a haunted house.
I discussed it with Brian and we decided to go ahead and do it. There was no money to be made by doing it, the only reward the producer said that we would get was the history of our house. I didn't have the heart to tell him I already knew it. It was arranged for one of their interviewers to come out and talk to me about the program the following week. The week seemed to fly by and it was not long before a car with two young men in it pulled up on my drive. Going out to meet them I was introduced to a lad called Marty. He was the interviewer, and the other lad was Tom. Tom was a cameraman. Marty was very good at his job, and soon put me at ease. He was clever with his questioning about the house, and before I realised it, I had told them all they needed to know about the house, its history, and its spirits. So here we were, talking about a television programme about a house and a haunting, discussing how the idea of the show. How the premise was that the celebrity medium would come in, and by being in touch with the spirits, sort out who they were, why they are here, and solve the haunting. But wait! I have already given them all the information they needed.
As I said, there was no money in this for us. Our reward was to have the history of the house, which I had already given to them. The only money that would change hands was one pound coin that had to be paid to us to seal the contract we signed. The funny thing is; they must have forgotten to give even that to us. As we waited for the day to come when they would all arrive from London, more and more I had the feeling that I didn't want this to happen. In fact, I nearly called the production company many times to cancel it. On several occasions, in the days leading up to it, I asked my guides what I should do. The answer always returned the same, "out of this will come three." I had no idea what they meant, but decided in the end they knew best. The film people wanted anyone there that had seen things happening in the house, so my mother, sister, and nieces came down from London.
The day of the shoot was soon upon us, and the crew turned up in droves. Special lights and cameras were rigged up in the house and garden. It looked like something off of a movie set. God only knows what the villagers thought was going on; I know there was a lot of curtain twitching.
The first day was taken up with interviews being shot. They wanted to know all the things that had happened in the house, like doors slamming, things being moved, how the coins were found piled up in neat little stacks in the kitchen, and about the black shape that I call an astral critter that travelled across the ceiling that both I and Brian had witnessed, and much more.
They even had a child actress re-enact the part of the apparition of Annie that I saw that first day standing and looking out of the bedroom window. They used a child because someone on the team made a mistake and didn't book an adult. She had been dressed in Edwardian clothes for the filming, and looked beautiful. They filmed the child at the bedroom window, and then they filmed her sneaking into the kitchen and stacking up the coins.
They strategically tied fishing wire to several objects to create special effects, like on the under stairs cupboard door, to make the door fly open as it did on the night of the storm. They even had me and Mum shuffling out there in the dark, acting out our parts from the day of the power cut, when we were trying to find candles. Someone had to pull the wire at the right exact moment, and at least 12 takes of this were filmed. My elderly mum was getting tired doing the same thing over and over. Retake after retake was shot, all day, until the producer was satisfied with what they had filmed. All this time, they had no idea who I was and what I did, and that's the way I wanted to keep it.
That night a very tall man arrived. This was the parapsychologist, and he put a camera in my bedroom, which was to stay there all night to see what it could capture. He asked us not to sleep in that room that night, and if we could go in there and switch it on just before settling down to sleep. With this, after a busy day, the crew all left to go to their hotel for the night.
My family and myself stood around talking for a while, about what had happened that day, and what would be happening the next, before retiring to bed. Brian and I had already decided, as the camera was in our bedroom, that we would sleep downstairs in the sitting room with the dogs to keep them quiet. My sister, Mum, and my nieces went upstairs to the guest rooms, and on the way, one of them went into my room and switched on the camera as asked. Besides Mum getting up in the middle of the night to go to the loo, all remained quiet.
The second day, the team arrived early and again started to set up cameras and lighting. They took shots of the house and surrounding area, did some more filming indoors with us, and as the evening drew near they started taking night shots in all the rooms and the outside of the house. At about 7:00 PM, a flashy car drew up in the drive, and I mean FLASHY. It was a Porsche. This was the medium arriving. He was brought into the house and introduced to us. I recognised him straight away from other television paranormal programmes. He was young and quite good looking, and I watched my niece's faces as they went into swoon mode. I could tell they thought he was fit.
Time was now getting on, and they decided to shoot the main part of the show, the part that involved the medium coming up with all his stuff and exorcising the house. I had already made it clear to them that in no way were they going to be exorcising my spirit family, and had been assured that he wouldn't. He would only get rid of anything that was negative in the house. I had to giggle at that one. Knowing that there was nothing negative in my house, I was looking forward to how they were going to get over that bit. Still they had no idea about me, and when I shook hands with the young medium, I got nothing from him. Normally if someone has a strong gift, I can feel it. The medium started his walk about the house "feeling for energy," as he said. Well, I knew there was high energy about; I could feel that my spirit family was not impressed with all this going on. The cameras were following us about as we went from one room to the other, and he was sensing someone here and someone there, although I knew he was on the wrong track. The rooms he was entering had nothing in them. I just went along with it.
I followed him, and as we went up the stairs, a cameraman was filming from the top and one was filming us going up. The first room he went into was what would have been the nursery in the old days. As he stood by the bed, he told us a child had died in there under strange circumstances. I felt nothing coming from that room. In fact, it is the one room that never has any paranormal happenings.
We went on into the next room, and again he felt a spirit. Nothing was there, and by now I was feeling sad for him. Obviously all this crap he was coming out with was for effect, for the show. I stood there watching, when I felt a presence coming from the room next door, my room, so I said, "I think there could be something in the next room. I think I heard something." We all followed him into my bedroom, as I entered the room, I was hit by the energy of one of my spirit family, and it was not nice. I felt real anger. The medium stood by the bed and told us someone had died in it. The first thing that went through my head was if that is so, it's going back! It was a brand new bed, and I had even helped Brian take the wrapping off of it when it arrived. He must have realised his mistake at that moment, as he saw the look of amusement on my face. He then tried to say that what he meant was that someone had died in that very position that the bed was in. Pity the lights were out, or he would have seen above my wardrobe, an old-fashioned light pull cord attached to the ceiling. This is where the bed would have been placed in those days. I was the one who hadn't wanted the bed in that position, and had it put up against an entirely different wall facing a different way, when we moved in.
Next, he said that while someone was dying, a lot of prayers were being said in this room. I should think so, after all my "family" had been very religious. I had already told Marty on the day of the first interview, that Herbert was a deacon. Only one person had in fact, died in that room and that was Gladys, the second wife and stepmother to Myra. So maybe he was picking up on that. Well, in my head, I gave him 2 out 10 for that one.
He continued to ramble on, as I felt someone come close to me, and tried my hardest to push it away. It was too late though, and suddenly I began to trance. It was Gladys. "What are you doing in my house?" she said with a broad welsh accent. She was in a very distressed mood. I was told later by one of the cameramen, that through the camera lens, he could see my face morphing, and it had shaken him up. They certainly had not expected that, and I wasn't too pleased either, as I had previously told them to behave themselves!
The young medium then came running around the bed. By now he had realised what was happening, and was concerned because he thought I was just a housewife who had become possessed. He grabbed my head and held it to his chest. I had already come out of it by now but he kept saying to me "come forward Irene, come forward." Now I was fully out of it, but decided to stay where I was as long as I could. I told my sister this later, and said to her "you would do the same if you had your head stuck in the muscular chest of a young man." She laughed and called me something I can't repeat here.
The producer was beside himself with pleasure having actually caught a paranormal moment on camera. He kept asking me to do it again. I just laughed, thinking to myself, you silly man. I think the medium was a bit put out, but I had not done it on purpose. I had felt the energy in the house building up for a couple of days, and even spirits have to let it out somewhere, don't they? It was decided by the producer to do an Ouija board session. My little sister looked concerned about this, as we as kids had always been told by Dad not to play around with these sorts of things. "Dad wouldn't like it," she said. "Dad won't allow it," I replied to her. Then facing the producer, I told him that it would never work in this house, and I was right, it wouldn't.
The medium asked us all to hold hands for a séance, and just before we started, the producer asked me if it could be me that channelled the spirits. This concerned my little sister again, and as I looked over in her direction, there was my father, in spirit, standing between her and my niece. At this point, I let go of the hand of the medium and that of Brian, and told them I wanted to go to the loo. I really wanted to go upstairs to the bathroom to have a chat with my guides. I told the soundman to turn off his earphones, as I was wired to sound, and didn't want him to hear me tinkle. I went upstairs, and one of the camera people followed me up with a camera, just in case she was able to capture something paranormal again.
Sitting on the side of the bath, I tuned into my guides and asked what I should do. The reply was to go with it and they would lead me. With that, I had my tinkle and went back downstairs, where I was met by a young guy with a big grin on his face. There had been two soundmen, and I didn't know the other one's sound had not been turned off. I must have blushed from head to foot.
We all settled down again at the table, and again held hands. Within seconds, the medium dropped his head to the table as if starting to trance. A voice that he described later as a negative spirit came out. Although I knew he was not channelling anything, and that the voice was actually him, I never let on. Still under this supposed trance, he started arguing with it. The so-called spirit would say one thing, and he would say something else, then those magic words came out of his mouth. "Get out. Get out of this house." How I stopped myself from laughing, I will never know. My sister on the other side of the table was barely able to restrain herself from laughing, as well. With that, the medium then came out of his so-called trance, looked at me, and said, "It's no good, he won't go."
At this point we all took a break and went into the kitchen. The medium and the producer went off into another room, and I know they were talking about me. On their return, they looked at me and said they had a problem. The medium said, "We want you to channel the spirits, as we think you have an affinity to them, and we think they may talk through you." Yeah, I thought to myself, and don't you know it.
We again took our places at the table, and the cameras were running. The young medium said that he had channelled a spirit by the name of Michael, who had gotten into this house. Michael had done something really wrong in his lifetime, and had been a farmhand on the farm over the back. He had been jealous of his wife, and hit her in the face with a hot iron, disfiguring her for life. Nice one, I thought, and made a mental note to check that story out, knowing if it were true, someone in this small village would know the story. I also knew that the farm had been in the same family for a couple of hundred years, and if anyone would know of this legend, it would be them. The producer had come up with the idea that if I channelled this spirit Michael, that the young medium could then take control and exorcise it from me. What a laugh!
We proceeded again, and all eyes were on me. At first, nothing was happening, but after a short while, I felt my breathing start to get heavier and I began to channel again. Only this time it was Annie, the first wife. Annie, again in a welsh accent, began to ask why we were here. She could see us, and someone asked her where Myra was. To this, she answered, "In bed. Where do you think a young child would be this time of night?" After a brief spell of silence, I began to come out of trance.
Now this is where it gets interesting. The producer was nagging me to try to channel this negative "Michael", but I already knew...How can you channel something that does not exist? I mentally asked for the help of my guides. I wanted to know what to do. The answer came "relax Irene, reach out and you will find a lost soul that needs to be sent across." I did as I was told, and tried to relax.
I could hear them talking at the table, but the conversation seemed to be in the background. The next thing I knew, a pillar candle flew off of my mantelpiece and across the room. With that, the chair one of my nieces was sitting on jumped and was pulled back, hitting a cameraman in the leg. "Keep filming," they said. I could feel the atmosphere in the house had thickened and the room was very cold. As I concentrated, I felt an energy moving around the table towards me. It felt angry, and confused. As it approached I thought to myself, OK here we go, I am trusting you lot up there to get rid of this, meaning my guides. The next thing I knew, this entity, through me, was arguing with the young medium who was telling it to leave this house. The banter went back and forth for some time, and my breathing was so heavy it was surprising my chest did not burst. (I know this from watching the program when it went out on the television) Then as quick as a flash, this entity left my body, and I knew it had been sent over by the spirit world. I started to come round, and the young medium jumped up from his chair and placed one hand in front of my chest and one to the back, all the time yelling at the entity to leave my body. I remember thinking to myself, you're too late mate, it's already gone. So that was his great exorcism was it, certainly not my way of doing things.
With the show in the can, they all packed up and had gone from the house in less than an hour. It felt nice to get my home back. But before I could sit and relax with my family, I had something else to do. I went upstairs, thanked my spirit family, and apologised for what had happened. Next, I thanked my guides for the help and protection they had given, and most importantly, I reinforced the protection around my house and all who were in it. With this, the house settled down nicely."
The following narrative is another excerpt from Irene Block's autobiography 'Among the Spirits'.
There have been many questions asked by readers on what 'Remote Viewing' really is and how it is used. Irene explains the process of finding and identifying the target and it's use in distance clearing.
"With the realisation of what I had done I decided to try and combine remote clearing with Remote Viewing and see if it could possibly work. For the next few days I recapped on what I knew about Remote Viewing putting in a lot of practice. Realising the part of Remote Viewing I would have the most problem with would be the coordinate numbers but I liked a challenge, these numbers are normally selected at random and although they have nothing to do with the target, they are the trigger needed to do a successful Viewing, they are the first connection with the target. When working, these numbers would be given to you by another person called the Tasker, I had no Tasker, I was on my own so finding a way to get these numbers was the difficulty. I had no computer and so no random number select program, which I don?t think existed in those days anyway. Sitting there pondering on my problem the idea of taking the first 8 letters from a client?s name and using a numerology book, I was able to get the numbers that the letters represented and it was with this system that I first started off.
Today thankfully I no longer need to do this, either the 8 random numbers are given directly to me by the client or from one of my team and although now having a computer, I feel that random number programs do not work as well for me. I had only to wait a short time before a case that was suitable came in, a woman in her late 40s contacted me distraught because of the things that were happening in her home. Things moving, noises and no matter what she done about trying to keep the house warm it was always cold, even when she had her central heating turned up as far as it would go. The crunch had come for her the evening before, it was becoming dusk and she had been sitting reading a book thinking to herself she must close the curtains. She looked up from her book only to see what she described as a whitish mist drift across the room. I asked this lady for her name and did not want to know anything else; I think she must have thought I had lost the plot or was not interested, thanking her I told her I would contact her soon, we left it at that. The following afternoon I settled at my table with sheets of white plain A4 paper and pen on the table in front of me, if this didn?t work there was always the old system to fall back on, going to the house physically. I had previously made time to do some meditation and breathing exercises that help to relax and get me into the right mind frame to remote view. Was this going to work I had no idea, but I could only try.
Taking the pen in my hand I wrote the 8 coordinate numbers that I had converted her name to onto a sheet of the paper and as I wrote the last number down; like speed of light I had drawn the first ideogram. Ideograms are a spontaneous movement of the pen that draws a small primitive picture of the target or something close by, i.e.:- water could be represented by a wavy line, land a straight line; they are the first step to identifying the target. This ideogram was that of a structure and as I tapped it with my pen out came the next one. My pen worked busily on the paper and with each stroke I found myself going deeper in to an altered state. I was already at the target, the house of the lady that I had spoken to the day before. I could see myself moving from room to room everything was neat and in it?s place, as I viewed, I felt and recorded on the paper any emotions and smells that I had become aware of; cakes baking seemed to be very dominant. Then there she was standing in front of me, a young woman of around 20 years in age and I knew that what I was looking at was not of our world, she was spirit. As soon as that thought had entered my head I felt as if I was lifting higher, I knew it was my energy but this time it felt different. I felt from her sadness, despair, a feeling of being lost, frantic as if her whole being was shouting out. I knew I had to help, the next thought that came into my head was directed straight to her; in my mind I told her things were alright and this was not the place for her. Right then the door opened and the woman from yesterday came into the room, by now the picture I was seeing was becoming blurred and I knew I had to work quickly. It was beginning to seem as if I was looking through a dirty window, the girl looked at the woman and it was at that moment I felt an overwhelming love. The girl was the daughter of the woman, it all fell into place now, she was concerned for her mother. Again I asked her to go, to follow the way shown by spirit, her mother was alright and she would see her again one day. I watched as the vision of this young woman seemed to dissolve in front of my eyes. Now it was over and more confusion set in, I could not explain it to myself then and it is no clearer today.
Did I remote view and astral project at the same time? How come, if I had astral projected was I still able to write on the paper after all astral projecting is something most of us do in our sleep or while meditating but to also be able to use the functions of my material body at the same time; there was the mystery. With remote viewing it is the result of shifting your awareness from one place to another spanning time and space, the past, present and future. The past cannot be changed it is fixed in time as so with the present, only the future can be changed by our interactions and with what goes round these interactions in the future in turn could effect our past and present. How had I managed to send a spirit under these conditions to the light, the only thing I can think of is that I was using a form of remote influencing. She was from the past and was interacting in our present, by rights, these are fixed but she was not from the physical world, she was energy. I too was at that moment energy, the answer must be there somewhere. Another thing that hit me at this time of deep thought was that I was no different from anyone else and it would have been wrong to believe otherwise, my gifts were not mine, they were the gifts that the spirit world possessed, I was only the vessel that they worked through. They used their gifts through me and I was the link between their world and mine, that?s all, and at anytime they wished it could all cease.
I now use Coordinate Remote Viewing in the investigation side of a case with paper and pen to gather information before a clearing. Now during a distance clearing, I can stand in my kitchen, enter that place with my awareness and project my energy when needed to where ever without any longer having to be under the strict conditions as for a coordinate remote view. I have heard of only one other person that works similar to me and that is a lady in Australia who does distant healing. There are many groups out there claiming to do distant clearing, maybe it works for them but I have yet to discover anyone that does it my way. Although I don?t doubt that if this book is ever out there in the shops many will start to pop out of the woodwork. The outcome of this case was that the client had in fact lost her daughter of 22 years in age; she had passed suddenly from an aneurysm. Her mother had come home from shopping and found her lying in the hallway of the house. Oh, and she confirmed she had been baking cakes on that particular day. I had now found a way where all the work and travel would not wear me out as much as before and from here on if ever it was possible to work this way, I did. I gradually became a recluse in my own home which I did not mind except for the fact that I was beginning to become a mystery to people. It was like working undercover, I liked the fact that no one knew who I was. People still knew of me but I could now walk down the street without be recognized and that felt good. I found that all I needed to make that connection with the client now was a phone call, this creates an energy link because that person has thought about and contacted me and energy follows thought. I could tap into the energetic connection allowing me to tune into that person?s energy field or their house. Now I was becoming known as a voice at the end of a telephone someone you?re hardly likely to meet."
Irene Block is a devoted British housewife, a mother of two and a grandmother who now resides in the lush countryside of southwest Wales. At an early age, she perceived the ability to contact and interact with the spirit world. From that point on, Irene realized that she was being prepared to undertake a mission that was different than she had ever envisioned. Irene was born in Amberley, Sussex and raised in south London. During her early adult years, she was extended an opportunity to master coordinate remote viewing at the time of the Cold War. In later years, Irene took advantage of her attained prowess and amalgamated it with her psychic gifts, enabling her to be stronger in the spiritual service she currently performs. As a result of this resolve, she is just beginning to show herself to the world.
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