The clarity of understanding

The following is extracted from an email I received this morning. I’ve edited a few details in order to maintain anonymity but there are some key thoughts within this that deserve to be shared.

The person relating this true story is a medium –albeit a reluctant one. Who tends to receive guidance and messages from Spirit at the most unfriendly hours (probably because these are the only times the poor spirits can get a word in edgeways!)

That said, as you read through this you will see that she was deeply moved by the visions that she witnessed. I’d also add here that this particular lady is not easily given to hysterical behaviours or seeing ‘visions’ in the dark. This was a very clear message from Spirit which they have asked us to share publicly, and as she had no really suitable forum to do this I’ve posted it here.



This morning I was woken by a friend in Spirit. I was definitely awake as I looked at the clock and saw it was 5.15. I was 'given' a visualisation (with thought-sound) of a little girl aged approx 3...by size. She had pale skin and dirty blonde hair and a faded grubby blue dress, no shoes. She was stirring some grit in a bowl, with a spoon/stick. This was pretend food, because there wasn't enough food to eat. She said all the children did this because it helped. She looked smiling and was chatty and jumpy. I asked what she was doing there. She said "I'm a foundling child." and gave me her name. She said it is ok there, but some of the other children cry a lot for their mothers and fathers, but she hasn't ever had a father and her mother got sick (and died) so she's ok....but others cry.

An older boy, aged about 10 maybe, was dressed in a light brown shirt and dark brown shorts, with brown leather old-style sandals. He sat at a table and was holding a baby, which was unblinkingly wide-eyed and silent and looked almost dead. The boy had tanned skin, maybe multi-racial, or maybe Indian. He spoke with a well educated voice, saying that this was a Foundling Centre. He'd been lucky in life so far as his benefactor had paid for his education, but had now died. He could leave this place, but was staying to help. He worked by begging, taking a sick child with him on the streets so sit near tourists....but this was becoming harder now as the men moved him on. He showed me a non-healed almost-scar across his shoulder and arm, caused by beating. He was calm and matter-of-fact about it. He indicated another child, who had a badly healing deformed leg (it looked as if it was broken and mangled in some way). He said "I will take that one out tomorrow, so he will be fed tonight." I asked how the boys leg was damaged and was told calmly that he had been begging and had been beaten and will probably die when infection catches hold. Apparently none of them were fed unless they were working. He said that the blonde girl was unfed for three days as she was not working, was too healthy to use for begging and was ill-formed for other work (sex). She relied on what food was left by the others and there was none left.

I was then shown another place. There was a 'flat' with three children. This looked to be in a big town, but poor, like typical of what we see on the TV news. The actual flat looked like a very run-down council block. Twin girls (4 or 5)) went to school. Baby, 6 months (actually later Spirit told me it was almost two years old) laid on the floor. Boy aged about 7 was unable to attend school as he was at home with the baby and looked after the twins. He had NO income and lived in fear of the family being taken to the Foundling centre. He was old beyond his years but had the 'knowledge' of a child. These were white kids. The door was open and a woman in a filthy apron came forward and said that she is doing her best to feed the family but hadn't enough food for them all. She was apologetic and seemed to feel that I was blaming her. She was a neighbour. She was doing her best. I asked about the children's parents and she said "No matter. It is done".

The pictures cleared. Spirit said that it was important that I had already forgotten the little girls name. This name has been offered to me with pride, as it was all that this child has to hold as her own and she had offered me this. She wished him to pass her name to me again, it is Ellie. Spirit said she is still of the earth plane. At this point I was feeling 'zapped' and in tears.

Spirit was firmly telling me to stop crying, that crying was unimportant.

Mankind is not meant to be divided, there are no divisions upon the earth plane nor in any other place, other than divisions created by the selfishness of mankind. A child is born to those who feel joy, and should twins be born their joy is doubled. Yet few persons with one birth consider taking into their heart a child born to another who cannot feed it. Homes are plenty, with room to spare, but few consider offering a room to a person who is without a roof. Spirit wish this to change. For it matters not that a person cannot speak a certain language, it matters that a person is suffering and can be helped, but for the selfish thoughts of mankind.


I told Spirit that I understand what he is saying and will not forget. Obviously, this is true.