My first memory of feeling aware of something beyond this physical world happened when I was about 8 years old. Awoken from sleep by a beautiful smell which I can only describe as flowers, nature and pure love. I walked around my bedroom and looked out the window in case anyone was cutting their grass. Obviously not in the early hours!

By the time I turned 11 and heading off to high school I found myself at the local jumble sale. I came across a ‘Wheel of Fortune’ paperback for 10 pence. During lessons I would ask those around me to close their eyes and pick a symbol from the wheel, probably not the best thing to do in English!

When I turned 16 my paternal grandmother became ill and on October 3rd 1988 my Nan sadly passed away. To say I was heartbroken was an understatement. This terrible loss and trauma was the catalyst into finding out where my Nan had gone as I knew she was somewhere. My journey had began to find out everything I could about death and the afterlife.