Gld to see this brought up.
I'd be very interested in you describing more of your own experiences - not just examples that perhaps you want to tell of, but how it affects you, and how the process works on you - and how you've been received. I figure you must have more than a few interesting experiences to relate.
My own is very limited, a mere touch on the matter.
I do have difficulty in separating the concept of "mediumship" from general "awareness" though, in terms of it being one of many experiences a person can tap into when they "tune in".
Maybe this is because I completely misunderstand the mediumship process. Or perhaps the distinction is that I have never tried to control how the awareness is applied - instead, simply trying to watch for specific information while in a "tuned in" state.
With regards to the post - the nearest I've been was in 1997, the height of my spritial growth - the government placed me on an unemployment scheme here in Britian called "Project Work". I basically ended up sitting with blind people in an institute for the blind for about 13 weeks.
There was one person came in during my stay - called Dennis. He had problems with his lungs - perhaps asthma. Some of the others stated that he didn't have long (some of the older blind people found great amusement in betting on which amnog them would drop dead).
I was still learning how to tune in properly at the time - and one day, while quite bored, I decided to tune in just to kill time.
Funny - although the room was quiet I had the distinct sensation of there being voices around Dennis. I also felt that he was asking them if he had been a good man, and they were affirming that he had. I felt very much that he was being groomed for death.
I was drawn to all this and felt him reaching out emotionally. So I got up and wlked over to him, sat down by his chair, and held the hand of an old old man.
Normally he would have flinched away, surprised at being touched unannounced. This time he didn;t.
We just sat there for quite some time - a good ten minutes or so - in total silence, while I felt the voices around him.
Eventually, the feeling faded, and I let go. Dennis simply turned his face towards me and said "Thank you."
I nearly told the staff that Dennis would be dead soon. But I figured against sounding a bit mad, so just kept quiet.
Dennis was still there when the 13 weeks was up - I thought I may have been quite mistaken about the experience.
I promised some of the others I would make a return visit, and eventually did a few months later.
Most of the familiar faces were there. Dennis was not. I asked one of the others went he had died. Apparently, it was the week after I had left.
1997 was a year of experiences.