IdentiIfication par la médium de:

la nature du contexte

la date du décès

nom du grand-père

nom du décédé

G22 (one of four)

la localisation exacte de la tombe sur la carte (à l'envers)

Le nom de la tombe mitoyenne

“I had, for many years, a feeling that there was someone close to me who I did not know,” he said. For reasons he could not explain, he knew that this feeling had to do with his grandfather’s younger brother, George Draper. Mark never knew George, but his granddad Walter Draper, who died in 1980, had told him stories about his great-uncle George when he was a boy and said that they looked alike. The memories always stayed with Mark. “I felt a deep affinity with this person,” he said, “and as time went on I began to believe that there was more to find out and that it would be important to me.” 

Mark could find out very little about George. He had been killed during World War I as a very young man. According to official documents, he died in France on July 16, 1916. He was listed as missing and the only record of his name was on the Memorial to the Missing at Thiepval, implying that his body had never been found and he therefore had not been buried. A few years before his reading, Mark had obtained the battalion diary for the Royal Warwickshire Regiment, which George fought with, for July 1916. It referred to fighting outside a village called Pozières on July 15, the day before George was supposed to have gone missing or died. Pozières is about three kilometers from Thiepval. 

This was all that Mark or anybody knew about George Draper. 

There were a number of British cemeteries in the area, including one at Pozières, but since George was listed as missing, Mark and his family never paid attention to them. The graves either had named individuals or were simply marked as unknown, so they were not relevant to his search for George. 

Mark had a reading with British medium Sandy Ingham (the same medium who later whispered “You kept my secret” during that spontaneous reading) over the phone in the spring of 2013, only because his wife highly recommended her. Sandy knew nothing about Mark’s grandfather or uncle, and Mark did not reveal why he had scheduled the reading. 

Sandy began by talking about Mark’s mother, and then suddenly said she had someone there whose name began with “W,” then said it was “Wal,” and then “Walter.” Mark was taken aback, because most people called his grandfather “Wal” for short. Sandy then said she was with someone named George, who was coming forward very strongly. How amazing this must have been for Mark! She said that he was a military man wearing a uniform, and did not have a soldier’s cap on, but instead a “funny little hat on the side of his head.” Indeed, the one photo Mark had showed George with a small forage cap on the right side of his head. 

Sandy also said that George was Mark’s granddad’s favorite brother, and that he had been a sort of spiritual father to Mark and they were connected in that way. She added that George had died in the war, that he was gassed, and that the number 19 was relevant. She reported “seeing” a field of rows of white crosses. Then Sandy said, “I don’t understand what I am telling you, but he [George] is right up close to me and is saying ‘G22, G22, G22’ over and over again and I can’t stop saying it, but he is telling me this is very important and you will know what this means.” According to Mark, Sandy was agitated because she had no idea why this was being repeated to her so fast. She also said that G22 was “one of four,” but again, she did not know what this meant. 

Finally, Sandy said that George died on the same day as Mark’s wedding anniversary. Mark did not confirm or deny this. That date was July 19, which resonated with the “19” provided earlier in the reading, and the month was accurate. Actually, there was no combat on July sixteenth when the records said George died, but there was on the fifteenth. It was conceivable that he was wounded on the fifteenth and died sometime later. If this were the case, George could have died on July 19, as Sandy said. 

Mark recognized what “G22” meant. From previous research years earlier, unrelated to George, he knew that British cemetery grave records always gave a letter for the row and a number for the plot, indicating where each person was buried. But where would this be? After all, George was listed as missing and was not buried in a war cemetery. 

There are hundreds of British, French, and German cemeteries on the Somme battlefields of France, with many thousands of graves for the identified soldiers and unidentified remains of those killed in action or who died of their wounds. After the reading, Mark went to the Commonwealth War Graves Commission website and selected the Pozières British Cemetery, because that was where George’s regiment fought the day before he went missing. There were 2,760 men buried there, 1,382 in unnamed graves. Mark went over a map of the large cemetery and saw that there were four main plots, each one containing a grave number G22. This matched what Sandy had said: that G22 was “one of four.” After searching further, he discovered that grave G22 in plots one, two, and four were named. So those in the area of G22 in plot three were the only options. Amazingly, they were dated for deaths on July 15, 1916. 

Mark also learned that the site of the cemetery was where the main field hospital was located during the war, and those who died at the hospital following battle injuries were buried there along with the casualties. 

Even though the July 15 dates matched, and there were four plots as Sandy had suggested, Mark had no way of determining who was buried at the unnamed G22 in plot three. So, in November 2014, he visited Sandy again, this time in person, to see if he could learn more. He told her nothing about any of his discoveries about G22. 

They were chatting and Sandy suddenly said, “Oh, Walter’s here!” She looked at Mark and said, “You have come about the grave.” Mark told her he was seeking more specific details. He took out a copy of the rough plan of the cemetery, which he had printed from the Internet, and asked if she could locate a specific area on it that might be significant. The plan just showed blank rectangular sections for groups of tombstones and no specific gravesite numbers were designated within them. Without looking at it, Sandy asked him to lay the plan facedown on the table, so the front side was not visible. She used a hanging crystal as a sort of antenna, and then touched the back of the empty sheet in a specific spot, and marked it. When they turned it over, the mark corresponded to the location of grave G22 in plot number three. 

Sandy was consistent, but how could he be sure this was where George was? Then, at the end of the reading, Sandy said George was telling her something else: that he was close to “Albert.” She said that name at first, but then said it was…“Albertone”…or “Alberone” or something similar. This meant nothing to Mark. 

When he got home, Mark went once again to the website cemetery list of the 1,378 unnamed graves on the website. Searching through the extensive database, he located grave G21, to the left of the unnamed G22 in plot three. Buried there was Private G. W. Albone, just as Sandy had said. 

Mark had no memory of previously noticing the names on the two named graves on either side of G22 when he looked at the database. “This fact only confirmed that Sandy could obtain information of which I had no previous knowledge,” Mark reports. He was now convinced that his great-uncle George was buried at this spot in Pozières. He and his family made an emotional visit to the grave in August 2014. 

After returning, Mark had a third phone reading with Sandy, without telling her anything about having gone to France. Sandy mentioned George, and said that his grandfather Walter was there and said, “You went and you found him.” He added that Mark went exactly to the right spot and that George had been present when Mark was at the grave. 

Mark was convinced that the sources of his information were his two family members, Walter and George. They communicated through Sandy many details that she could not possibly have known, including their names. Most significant was the loudly repeated ‘ ‘G22” from the first phone reading, which Sandy could not understand, and the related statement that it was “one of four.” Sandy was struck by the urgency of the G22 message. The rapid repetitions and Sandy’s inability to understand the message gave an impression of an animated, external source highly motivated to get the message through. 

It had never occurred to anyone that George’s body might have occupied an unnamed grave. As for G22 at the Pozières British Cemetery being George’s final resting place, the location and the death date fit. Sandy came up with the name on the adjacent grave. There was not one human being who knew that George was buried there, or one written record anywhere on the planet that documented it. Therefore, it seemed logical to assume that George was the only possible source for this information. 

Mark had felt a deep spiritual connection with George all his life and was determined to find out what had happened to him. With this deep bond between them, which George confirmed for Sandy, there might have been a strong pull for George to come through and comply with Mark’s wishes. 

It is clear that telepathy with Mark or any other person can be ruled out as the source for the information about G22. Would it have been possible for Sandy to have acquired the information through other advanced psi abilities—such as clairvoyance—without any help from George or Walter? Without diminishing the significance or emotional impact of this reading, I want to shed light on the difficulty of answering this question definitively. 

The initial details that Sandy provided at the first reading could theoretically have been accessed through telepathy or clairvoyance—the information was in Mark’s mind, and the photo was at a location. The more-difficult piece to attribute to Sandy’s ESP is “G22.” But by the time it came through to her, Sandy already knew a certain amount about George. It is conceivable that G22 could have just popped into her psychic field, out of the so-called psychic reservoir, without her knowing what it was, because of her focus on George. If George was buried at this location, perhaps she could have psychically picked that up without knowing it.

But we have no way of proving that George actually is buried at plot G22 in Pozières. Mark was convinced that he was, the final nail in George’s coffin being when George told Sandy the name of the person in the next grave. Short of exhuming the grave and doing a DNA test—and there would not likely be any DNA to compare it to, unless there was something left from Walter—there will never be a way to scientifically verify that this G22 belongs to George. But clearly if there was no connection between George and G22, it seems unlikely that Sandy would have perceived that perplexing message repeatedly with such intensity. No matter its source, it was loaded with significance, and it seems unlikely that G22 could have referred to anything else other than this grave. 

This is what’s important: If George is buried there, Sandy received information that is not available in the mind of anyone on the planet, ruling out telepathy with the living. This means that if the information did come from Sandy’s living-agent psi, the only other option would be the use of her clairvoyance to find a grave designation having characteristics that would make sense for George. 

If this was the method used, it would have required an extraordinary ability to string together information leading to a satisfactory result. First, she would have to learn telepathically that Mark had come to her for help in finding George. She would have had to use telepathy further to learn from Mark’s mind that George died in a specific location (Pozières, France). Then she could clairvoyantly locate the most likely nearby cemetery (the Pozières British Cemetery). She would also telepathically need to acquire when George died (Mark thought it was July 16, 1916), which contradicted the information she provided that the death was on Mark’s anniversary (July 19). If human psi is really unlimited, Sandy could then have used her clairvoyance to psychically access the website for the cemetery, locate the grave database, and search the 1,382 unnamed graves—all of this with unconscious clairvoyance, using only her mind. Or perhaps she could clairvoyantly read a hard-copy printout of the database at the cemetery, if it exists. Either way, she would then have to find an unnamed grave associated with deaths from July 15 to 19, 1916. All of this would have to be done almost instantaneously during the reading. Then later, she would have to use a similar faculty to find the name on the adjacent tombstone. 

The extreme level of clairvoyance required makes this explanation hard to swallow. But according to the assumption of unlimited psi within the LAP hypothesis, if the information exists in any location on the planet, it in principle could be accessible through a medium’s clairvoyance, no matter how convoluted the psychic journey to retrieve it or how many different sources are required. On the other hand, if Sandy received the information from George, one could argue that this transmission was much more straightforward: from a nonlocal dimension, George, the only “person” who knew his final resting place, could use his psi to transmit “G22” to Sandy. Of course this requires us to accept the assumption that a disembodied consciousness can communicate with us with psi abilities comparable to ours. 

This is simply an illustration of our inability to prove that information is being delivered from deceased people even if we can rule out telepathy completely. We simply don’t know enough about how these refined processes work. This does not by any means rule out the possibility of communication with those who have survived death, which many theorists believe is the simpler and more likely deduction in cases such as this. It simply illustrates our inability to definitively prove it. 

For Mark, why should anything else make sense, and why should he be interested in such an abstract alternative analysis anyway? His search for George is now over, and that’s what matters. 

The survivalist interpretation is certainly a rational one. But beyond that, as I learned in my own readings with Laura and Sandra, there is nothing like the experience of an accurate reading to convince one of its validity. There is so much more that comes through than hard cold facts, which can’t be communicated through analysis, as there was for Mark. And certainly Mark’s strong desire for resolution and his inner connection to George would impact his relationship to the reading. In any case, as mediumship readings go, this one was extraordinary. And, if one feels with intuitive certainty that a loved one was present, then why wouldn’t one accept that as real? The meaning—even the reality—of an experience can be determined only by the experiencer. Mark was able to resolve a lifelong need to find his great-uncle George this way. Others are deeply comforted by an evidential reading in which they become convinced that their recently lost loved one has survived and simply entered another dimension. This is ultimately the value of mental mediumship. 

And, we must remember that mediumship is just one aspect of a larger picture pointing toward survival, which includes children with past-life memories and those convinced they have glimpsed the other side in near-death or actual-death experiences. Certainly the possibility that we can communicate with a nonlocal consciousness is now solidly conceivable, and something wonderful to contemplate.

I lost my beautiful daughter 5 years ago in 2005.  She was 21 and studying at a flight school in Florida to become a Commercial Pilot.  10 weeks into her course, whilst flying a plane solo, she lost her life when the plane crashed.  We later found out the plane had a faulty flap switch and because of this I lost my daughter.

I began looking for answers and for me I felt the need to find a Medium who could reach her and give me proof that one day I will be with her again.  I was an Atheist and now I would say that I’m an Agnostic.  I have seen about 30 different Mediums from wacky to bad to average.

I had never heard of Sandy Ingham and had never been to see Steven Holbrook before.  But in July 2010 as I read my local paper I noted he was coming to town very soon, and seeing that a psychic artist was performing with him made me want to book.

His performance was stunning, entertaining and very emotional, but Sandy’s talent is amazing. How can she draw not just one portrait but two together – in 5 minutes. WOW.

I filled in a form for a portrait to be done and handed the money over to a man – he told me he couldn’t take hold of the form, his wife Sandy had to touch it herself. Then in the interval my mum who was with me decided she wanted to order one too, so I escorted her to the front of the hall to pay for hers.

As mum was waiting to pay – Sandy came straight up to me, looked into my eyes and just came out with “Who’s Lisa?”

After 5 years of searching for the right medium, to say I was shocked is such an UNDERSTATEMENT. I was frozen to the spot – gob smacked and frightened.  I never thought this would ever happen.  I grabbed mums hand to come and listen – Sandy said she had my dad with her and that Lisa wanted to give me a hug. We both found our seats and sat in stunned silence for the second part of the show.

Two weeks later our portraits arrived.  Both were male pictures. We were gutted as we had so hoped it would be Lisa.  Mine was a picture of my uncle who passed away about 7 years earlier.

I needed to make an appointment for a one to one reading with Sandy, but just something was stopping me from doing this. I was so frightened of what I would hear.  I just could not ring her.

Four months later, and only because I was moving further away from where she lived, I decided to ring her.  The date was fixed for Sunday 28th November 2010.

(This might seem like the most boring information about my car, but just remember it as it just might give you goose bumps later.)  We had just had our 4×4 car in for a service and been told that the bearing had gone on the back and it was advisable not to drive far in case it seized up completely – but I was determined to make that appointment.

We begged our neighbour to lend us her car (not a 4×4).  But when we woke up on that morning the weather was atrocious, another foot of snow had fallen during the night and the forecast was for more snow during the day.  But still I was determined to get there.  We made it, just – but had to park the car on the main road about 80 meters away from Sandy’s house as her road was just too bad to take an ordinary car along – especially as it wasn’t ours.

We were both welcomed and warmed up with a cup of tea and my reading began.

Sandy explained how she worked, told us a bit about her life and then BOOM – she came straight out with “What happened to your car? Where is the blue one?”

WOW – who could have known that – only our kind neighbour who had lent us her black car, while our blue car sat on our drive!!

And that was just the start.  Three hours and fifty minutes later we said our goodbyes and carefully drove home stunned.

I had been in touch with my daughter – the first time in five years – it was like the telephone call I have missed and wished for all the time since she died.  Sandy even got in exquisite detail, the exact fault on the plane, which could only be found when the micro switch from the wreckage was sent off by NTSB (National Transport Safety Board) flight inspectors to be examined by experts in microscopic forensics in New York.

The content of the reading contained details that only myself and Lisa would have known.  There is no explanation! Other than 100% proof that Lisa passed this onto Sandy – who relayed it on to me.

It’s been a long, hard, sad five years and each day is just another day that I live without her. Oh how I wish I could have a connection with her every day. I miss the trivia a mother and daughter talk about.  I miss her love, cuddles and her smell, but at least I now know that one day I will be with her again – and this is the belief Sandy has given me.

Bless you Sandy – I can now live for that day.

If that isn’t proof enough – I will share the portrait Sandy did for me that day with you.

Sandy said she would try to draw a portrait for us, but not to get our hopes up as sometimes you don’t get the one you want (as we already knew).

She started drawing and as soon as she started pencilling long hair, I just know it was Lisa. The portrait is amazing – she couldn’t have done better if Lisa was standing in front of her. But as we know, “Lisa was”!

Julie 

Source: https://www.sandyingham.co.uk/testimonials/julies-story/