A Spirit Love Story



A Spirit Love Story

It was during World War 11, November 1941 to be precise when, as a member of the WAAF, I lived loved and died inside.  As a radio operator, based at Biggin Hill, we were all feeling very war weary, while  trying to cope with the never ending bereavements, all around us.   Comforting our families and even complete strangers and comrades.  It was a living nightmare.  On a lighter note, I would like to share with you A Spirit Love Story that has kept me alive and happy, right up to today, in 1980.

Serving as a radio operator in the Waafs I could keep up to date, with my gunner husbands’ whereabouts.  On sorties and dangerous missions it was always a huge worry, so I was very lucky doing the job I did, that I could be kept  updated.  When after 12 missions, he returned home to base, I was one of the few who felt guilty, because I hadn’t lost anyone so close to my heart, but my turn arrived.

On parade
A Spirit Love Story

One day Pete was killed in the air and I was left feeling lost shocked and devastated.  We had only been married 9 months and I cried for my love and also that we had never managed to have our baby which we so desperately wanted.  At least I would have had a very small part of him if I had been lucky enough to become pregnant.

6 months after his death, when I had cleared out, most of his belongings, I kept my head held high as I continued to work away and refused to leave the WAAF, even after the war had ended.  I had nothing else to live for.

I felt his presence more and more as the months went by, and looking back, probably he was always around me, but in my grief, I had created a brick wall, regarding communication from him in the spirit world.

One night I was awoken by a strong sense that I was not on my own and I felt the rush of love and joy, because my husband Pete was lying next to me, warm and very real in the bed.  I felt warm, happy and very well loved, like nothing had happened to us.  We made beautiful love, the best ever.  It was happiness and contentment, multiplied by 100.  I thought if this was just a dream, which I was enjoying so much, then do let it continue.  I did not want it to end.

My husband Pete seemed very happy too and we went off together to a lovely house he had built in the spirit realms.  Every daydream I had ever had about our home and life together was starting to unfold at great speed.  Yes it was all there and when I looked down there was a large bump in front of me and I realised that our baby was due.

After the birth of our daughter, who we named Rosalind, we were reunited with family and friends, even old comrades who had lost there lives in the war.  Some kind aunt brought a soft toy called Jerry the giraffe,  for our baby girl and gifts of baby clothes and toys from everyone.  We had a great party to celebrate our daughters birth and also being reunited with everyone belonging to our families,  who had passed over.  The champagne was flowing and everyone was enjoying themselves immensely.

After our guests, had gone home to there own houses, a knock came to the door, and there stood a man with white hair and white robes with a beautiful glowing light surrounding him.  Pete informed me that this being of light, was a highly progressed soul and that he had come to advise us.  The kindly spirit being, informed us that our baby was an unwanted pregnancy and as no one would lay claim to her in the distant future, that she was ours for all eternity.

We had not managed to conceive on the earth plane and she was ours for ever, so we were never to worry about this fact in the future.

A rainy day in Finchley Central, London, brought me back to the realisation that I was in fact in my own bed and still on the earth plane.  Where was my beloved Pete and my beautiful new born baby Rosalind.  I felt I had been bereaved all over again and cried and cried until I decided to pull myself together and make the bed.  There in front of me on the pillow was Jerry the Giraffe we had given Rosalind and a strong smell of my husbands aftershave.  Oh how I pray for Pete to come and collect me for another visit to our real home in the summer land.

I realise that my visit to the spirit realms was a taste of things to come and now I knew who and what waited for me when it was my time to go over.  I have no fear of death and every night I dream or maybe I actually travel across with Pete and Rosalind.  I can never replace my wonderful husband so I am happy at 70 odds to know my time here is not for much longer.  I also know now that, had Pete showed me what lay ahead in the spirit world for me 20 years earlier, that I would have tried to take my own life to be with him.  Maybe some things are best kept secret when it comes to our futures after our ‘earth plane death’.  Jerry the giraffe sits on my dressing table and when I feel lonely I pick him up and sleep tight with him in my arms.  I have grown to love my visits to spirit and the great speed in which I am taken there.  Astral travel is wonderful, but always better when someone comes to collect you and take you over.  My family await my permanent arrival over there in that wondrous place where flowers are huge and highly scented, with fragrances you could not imagine, and you can actually see the flowers breathing.

I have never seen the being of light again, on my many other visits.  I feel sure that the spirit wise ones, test us out to see how much truth we can handle and can we get on with our lives on earth, after our experiences?.  There is no other man for me and yet I came close to loving again, but somehow I knew there would always be three of us, Pete, myself and  our beloved daughter Rosalind.


Lily (C) 2015







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Joan Lily Porter, aged 61, Scottish born and bred,Popular and Accurate Clairvoyant Medium and Spiritualist Healer since 1974. Angel and tarot card reader. Obsessed with domesticated and wild animals, especially small furry ones. I love my work as a Clairvoyant medium, tarot and angel card reader. No two days are the same in my work and I meet some lovely people to read for. My greatest joy is to connect a bereaved person with there spirit loved one and to give proof of that persons survival. I enjoy reading the cards and the positive feedback this generates. I live in a tiny fishing village called Pittenweem in Fife, Scotland. My home is right by the sea and in stormy weather I have been known to pick seaweed off my front door handle.