Spirit Release Foundation

Case Study

 

Sceptic in the Cathedral

by   Michael Evans

Michael
Evans

To agnostics like myself, who believed completely in science, the scientific method and the supremacy of logic, the idea of a spiritual world was an outdated myth. From a slight knowledge of orthodox religion, one knew that such an idea existed. From common speech one knew that the words soul, saint, angel were still used but these were dead metaphors, figures of speech handed down to us by a more credulous age. How did it come about then that I found myself one of a group in regular touch with the Spiritual World, being trained slowly for service in their plan for Mankind.

My disbelief received a first blow when, as a young RAF. Officer, waiting between trains, I walked alone into Salisbury Cathedral. Walking towards the east window, I felt an almost overwhelming impulse to throw myself full length on to the ground with my arms outstretched sideways in the form of a cross. The ground was dusty and I had on my newly acquired best uniform and I fought to stay upright. Then I went blind. To me everything went black. In the darkness, I then saw above me a vision of a glorious blue and gold light while a magnificent voice, as from heaven, pealed out like an organ the words, "LOVE THEM!" As I heard the words I seemed to see a face in the centre of the light. I came to my normal senses some way from where I had lost them, to see the other visitors around me looking like angels, glowing with an internal light, while they looked at me with wondering concern. Into my mind came the word, 'Angels'. With my air force hat still under my arm I wandered out into the sunshine. Who had spoken to me? And why?
After this incident, my interest in the spiritual and inner life was aroused, and my subsequent search took me through Buddhism, Gospel Churches, Confirmation in the Church of England and on to the Quakers. From the start my wife had joined me in the search, and we might well have stayed with the Quakers, who have so little dogmatism and such high principles that we felt very much at home in their meditations. However, a severe injury to my upper spine threatened to end my teaching career, and orthodox medical services brought no relief. A much respected osteopath could not help me either, and when early retirement seemed inevitable, my wife persuaded me to visit the Exeter Spiritualist Church, much against my inclinations. Here I was completely cured in a ten minute session at the end of a service.
To me the spiritualist service, and the messages passed on to members of the congregation, were unbelievable yet interesting. I took the trouble to investigate in some detail the message received by a lady on my left from her deceased-three year old daughter. She confirmed every detail of the message, had just arrived in Exeter and had never been to a spiritualist church before. It seemed a classic case of communication from the dead, which, according to my philosophy, was impossible. I could find no way of explaining it away as trickery.
This occurred in October 1977. My wife and I began to attend the church regularly, and soon a series of convincing messages were given to us from relatives and close friends we had thought "dead." By "chance", at this time, I was asked to take charge of religious education for five hundred of the older pupils at the school where I taught, and I was able to introduce a course on "life after death" which became the most popular subject I had ever taught.

 

 

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