Spirit Talk & The Professional Medium ISSUE 6 | Page 4

Since the last column, the moment
I had been dreading for several
months finally arrived and the
hospital I worked at closed for ever.
I have since moved on to the third
hospital in my career as a Chef,
chief cook and bottle washer and
reader! I returned to the empty
kitchen of the old hospital a few
days after the closure. The silence
was deafening and heart wrenching.
The place I prepared so many
thousands of meals was a dark void
now. A space that no longer had a
role to play in the material world
but was still the home of many
memories in spirit and in my mind.
A single male in spirit seemed
to be standing in the exact same
spot I used to when I was on shift;
wielding pans as I cracked eggs and
jokes. My visitor seemed to move
toward me as I ambled around the
kitchen, enjoying the memories of
friendships formed, laughter and
my spiritual visitors asking me to
pass on their messages of comfort,

warning or just cheek to their loved
ones. With what felt like a touch
of his hand on my shoulder, my
spiritual acquaintance left my side.
I never felt or heard a word from
him.
Once outside, standing in the
quadrangle I could feel the energy
surrounding the hospital, it seemed
frenetic and disturbed it made me
feel as edgy as I felt sad. Souls felt
as if they wanted to cling to the
place where they left the earth
plane, I think it was the mixture
of pain and blessed relief that I
was feeling. It was like a spirit
tsunami rolling around the grounds
and swirling down the corridors,
for some reason I felt empty and
mentally drained. So much spiritual
activity and the constant rumble of
an enormous workload had finally
caught up with me and steamrolled
me into a listless heap.
It was the end of an era of my life I
shall treasure
Spirit Talk 6, Nov - Dec 2015 / 4

You may remember in an earlier My
Kitchen Ghouls column I spoke of
a lady whose daughter was one of
the first spirits I encountered when I
first started working in the kitchen 8
years ago. I made a commitment to
the daughter in spirit that as soon as
I finished working there I would talk
to her mother about her visit and
what had happened in the years
since her passing.
Now that time had come I
contacted my friend, her mother
and told her of my promise. I was
lucky that this wonderful lady
with whom I had worked over the
last 8 years was open to what I
had to tell her. As you can imagine
it was not a conversation she
thought I was going to have with
her. I had never mixed spices and
spirit when she was around.

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My Kitchen
Ghouls

Cheffie isn’t always all about jokes,
fattening food and party time with
Spirit. I want to tell you about my
recent sadness surrounding my
departure from the old hospital
because life as a medium is
sometimes not as fun and uplifting
as some of those TV mediums
would make out. We laugh, cry
and hurt just like everyone else,
we may be spiritual people but we
have our human side too. It’s part
of the overall lesson to experience
the emotions that the mortal life
brings. We see through to the
other side which is a profound
honour, but it can be bittersweet
at the same time. We are here to
help you find a way to your loved
ones on the other side but there
is a fine line we walk to do what
we do and not be drawn in by the
empathy and take on the emotions
of others. Empathy is not the same
as the prerequisite compassion that
a medium needs. Being empathic
forces us to feel another’s
experience. It drains and distorts
our energy. It can be an emotional
experience engaging with a
grieving person yet still maintain
some distance so as to protect our
own overall well-being and remain
objective. It isn’t a complaint, it’s
an observation.