Santa Montefiore's earliest memories are of seeing shadowy figures wandering around my bedroom at night
I have seen spirits since I was a child. My earliest memories are of seeing shadowy figures wandering around my bedroom at night. They seemed darker than the darkness, and appeared unaware of or certainly uninterested in me.
I’d watch them in terror, my heart racing, until I found the courage to reach out and switch on the light. At that moment they would disappear.
I never mentioned my nocturnal visitors to my parents. I imagine I thought everyone saw them — but subsequently I’ve learned I was the only one in the family who did.
The family house wasn’t haunted — I believe we are surrounded by the spirit world all the time. I see spirits in modern houses just as much as in old ones.
Not long ago, Miguel, a dear Argentine friend of mine, died in Buenos Aires of a brain tumour. The night I received the news, I decided to meditate — not with the intention of contacting him, but because I was sad I wanted to go somewhere peaceful. I went very deep and far away.
Suddenly, standing in front of me, dazzlingly bright, were three figures. The first was Natalie, Miguel’s first cousin, who had been killed in a canoeing accident 20 years before. The second was Miguel, and the third I knew to be his father — even though I had never met him.
The three of them were golden, smiling and radiating love. I held them there for a long time, savouring the sight of these dear friends, absorbing the feeling of joy they were communicating.
Then, in my head, I told Miguel that I wanted to share what I was seeing with his mother — that he was happy, and safe, and with people he loved.
He laughed and said, quite clearly: ‘She already knows.’
The next morning, I decided to make some calls to see if I could make sense of it all. I called my godfather, who’d spoken to Miguel’s mother the day her son died. He told me: ‘She said that she was happy to know that Miguel was now in spirit with Natalie and his father.’
I believe the three of them came through to me to confirm her belief. That message was for her.
Nowadays, I often see spirits — at night and when I meditate. I no longer find them frightening: I find it reassuring to know that we survive death.
Story of Santa Montefiore
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