Derek Acorah’s Amazing Psychic Stories

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Over the next few days David told me that he had stayed in and pondered on his life. He realized that he was not happy at all with his lifestyle and in fact was beginning to feel rather ashamed of himself and the things he had done. He began to look at things from the perspective of those who had suffered because of his actions – the owners of the cars he had stolen, the people whose lives had been affected by his crass and sometimes cruel behaviour. He began to feel deeply ashamed.

‘There was nothing I could do to make things better for them, Derek,’ he told me, ‘but I made a pact with myself that I wouldn’t knowingly cause hurt or harm to anybody else.’

David turned over a new leaf. He had lost his opportunity of education by now, for he was 16 years of age, but what he did was find himself a job in a local factory. He started earning a regular wage and mixing with a different group of people socially. He left his old life behind and became a worthwhile member of the community. ‘I’m not saying I became a pillar of society, mate,’ he said, ‘but at least I could look myself in the eye and wasn’t dodging out of the way of the coppers!’

David continued to work at the factory. He became a supervisor – a position he still holds – and he has now married and has children of his own. ‘And I make sure they keep to the straight and narrow,’ he told me with a twinkle in his eye. ‘It’s funny, y’know, Derek! If I hadn’t had had that slap around the ear that day I don’t think I’d have stopped what I was doing. I’d just have carried on and ended up being a real no-hoper. Who d’you think it was?’

I smiled. ‘That was your guardian angel,’ I told him. ‘A life of crime wasn’t meant for you. You weren’t meant to waste your time in prison. You had far more to offer than that. In your old life you wouldn’t have met your wife and you wouldn’t have brought your children into this life. You were made to change your ways so that you could meet your destiny!’

CHAPTER 4 (#u27d1af38-f748-5a32-ae27-2566ad9d94cb)

Spiritual Intervention (#u27d1af38-f748-5a32-ae27-2566ad9d94cb)

There have been many occasions when people have related to me that they have felt that they have been prevented from being involved in an accident or harmed in some way by an unseen force. These are examples of spiritual intervention – those times when it is absolutely evident, without a shadow of doubt, that something or somebody has stepped in and saved us from a dangerous or even fatal situation.

It has to be understood, though, that spiritual intervention can only take place when an injurious event is about to take place that is not on our designated pathway, i.e. is not part of our destiny. If we have chosen to undergo an experience then that event will take place, and nothing and nobody, neither in the physical nor spiritual world, can alter that fact. As explained earlier, we have to meet our destiny in order to achieve soul growth.

There are times, however, when we can be in the wrong place at the wrong time and it is then that our guides, protectors and family members in spirit are allowed to intervene in order to prevent either physical or psychological harm from happening to us.

It may be on the pathway of one person to experience a fatal accident, for example, but not on ours. This is the reason why you read in newspapers of accidents where people ‘miraculously escaped’. It is simply the case that whilst one person had chosen to experience that method of passing back to the world of spirit, the other(s) involved had not.

A typical example of spiritual intervention took place in my own and Gwen’s life a little while after my mother-in-law, Joanie, passed on to the world of spirit. Gwen and I were preparing to go on a journey which involved driving along quite a large section of the M6. We had been on our journey for no longer than a few minutes and were stationary at a set of traffic lights when the car’s engine cut out. No matter what I did, that car was just going nowhere. Ultimately, the garage had to be called out and the car towed back for investigation. An examination of the vehicle could give no particular reason for the engine’s refusal to start, but it did uncover a major mechanical fault. If Gwen and I had undertaken that journey it was inevitable that an accident would have occurred that would have resulted in either serious injury or a fatality. As soon as I heard the mechanic’s report, I knew that spiritual intervention had taken place and I also felt sure that Joanie had more than a little to do with that intervention!

I do not think that any of us will forget 7 July 2005 – the day when London was almost brought to a standstill by the horrific suicide bombings on the city’s transport system. On that day I was travelling to London with Gwen to attend meetings that day and the next. We had elected to fly down from Manchester airport to Heathrow on the 8.30 a.m. flight, so were unaware of what had happened until we actually landed at Heathrow some time after 9 a.m. The airport was in uproar with people trying to get transport into the city. The underground trains had been suspended – due to ‘an electrical problem’ we were told at the time – and consequently the queues for taxis were enormous. We were more than grateful that a car had been arranged to collect us from the airport. It was only when we climbed into the back of the car that we learned from the driver the true horror of what had taken place during the brief time we had been in the air.

It was a very long slow drive into London along the M4, but as we drew closer to the city on the A4 the traffic became lighter and lighter – a phenomenon we had never experienced before. However, the traffic travelling in the opposite direction was almost gridlocked, such was the desire of people to put as many miles as possible between themselves and the horrors that had so recently taken place. The police were advising people not to travel into London if they could possibly help it, but we had no option. Even though by now all our meetings had been cancelled for that day we still had people to see early the following day and were booked into a hotel for the night.

We eventually arrived at the hotel and with most of the day stretching out in front of us and nothing else to do we decided that after lunch we would take a walk along Oxford Street. However, this was not the Oxford Street we were used to! Most of the shops and restaurants were closed. Because the whole of the transport system had been suspended and taxis were virtually impossible to get, people had left work early to walk home – some of them facing a trek of miles on foot.

Gwen and I wandered aimlessly along, glad to be out of the confines of our hotel. The only people around seemed to be hurrying along with resigned expressions on the faces, no doubt on the way to their homes, and groups of bewildered tourists standing at the barricaded entrances to Oxford Circus and Marble Arch tube stations. Police vehicles rushed by in enormous numbers and there was the incessant sound of sirens screaming.

After a while we turned around and headed back in the direction of our hotel. Turning into a small side street, we noticed that a small coffee shop was still open for business. I ordered coffee for both of us and we sat outside on the almost deserted pavement.

A well-dressed man who looked to be in his thirties was sitting at one of the tables smoking a cigarette with an empty coffee cup in front of him. After a while he picked up his briefcase and began to walk away. After a few paces he hesitated, turned around and approached the table at which Gwen and I were sitting.

‘I’m so terribly sorry to bother you, but are you Derek Acorah?’ he asked.

I told him that I was.

‘I hope you don’t mind me speaking to you,’ he continued, ‘but may I introduce myself and could I ask you a question?’

‘Certainly,’ I told him.

He pulled out a chair and sat down. I could see that he looked rather upset and decided that I would let him speak without interruption.

The man told me that his name was Craig. He worked in the city and usually travelled via the train and underground system each day. The previous evening he had begun worrying about his journey to work the following day. He had not been able to dismiss these unaccustomed feelings of unease and foreboding, and had even mentioned them to his wife. She had dismissed his worries as being due to pressure of work and the fact that he had an important meeting to attend the following morning.

After a restless night Craig climbed into his car as usual to drive the mile or so to the station. Although his car was not an old one by any means, it had refused to start. Frustrated at the thought of being late for his meeting, Craig ran back into the house and telephoned for a taxi to take him to the station. The taxi duly arrived, but because of unusually heavy traffic the journey took 10 minutes longer than it ought to have done. Craig arrived at the station just in time to see the train he regularly caught disappearing out of the station on its way to London.

‘The point is, Derek,’ he said, ‘had I caught that train I would have been involved in the bombings. I would have been on the very train that was blown up. I might have been in one of the carriages that were so badly affected. I might even have been killed!’

Craig continued by explaining that he had never really considered the reality of the spirit world or the fact that we have people looking after us in another dimension. He told me that although he had watched Most Haunted from time to time he had found it merely an entertaining programme and had not dreamed for one moment that the events that took place were real.

‘My wife believes everything that happens in the programme, but I’ve always told her that it’s a load of nonsense,’ he said, looking more than a little embarrassed. ‘Today, however, I’ve had to seriously consider that there may well be somebody up there looking after me. I cannot explain the feelings I experienced last night and the urge to call into work to say that I wouldn’t be coming in today. I’m not the sort of person who would do that, so I overcame my feelings. Then there was the business with the car not starting and, even stranger, the taxi taking so long to get to the station. It’s just unknown. I was so angry when I missed that train. Of course when I arrived at the point where I would pick up the tube and found everything was cancelled, the light began to dawn, especially when I heard talk of bombings. Could it be that my guardian angel was trying to get a message to me and I ignored it, so he made sure that I wouldn’t be harmed?’

‘I think you’ve answered your own question,’ I told Craig. ‘It was indeed your guardian angel or, as I call them, your spirit guide impressing you with the fact that all was not well and that you were in danger. It is not on your life’s pathway to suffer great physical harm and it is certainly not your time to pass to the world of spirit. Every obstacle possible was put in your way to prevent you from boarding that train this morning.’

‘Thank you, Derek,’ Craig said as he stood up to take his leave. ‘Maybe I’ll watch your work in future through newly enlightened eyes,’ he added with a smile.

Numerous people have related similar stories to me concerning times when the intervention of somebody not of this world has been evident during a time of potential danger.

Linda wrote to tell me about her experience. She has a daughter, Becky. After Becky was born, Linda developed a strange fear of the staircase leading down from the front door of her apartment to the exterior door. Every time she passed the stairs with her baby in her arms she felt that someone or something was pulling her towards it. It reached a point where if Linda was carrying Becky in the area of the stairs she would walk so that her back was literally rubbing against the opposite wall. If Becky was not with her, nothing would happen and she could quite easily walk by or up and down the stairs without any problem whatsoever.

As Becky grew and began to be more mobile her parents purchased a baby walker. (These baby walkers are now no longer manufactured because they caused so many accidents.) They also positioned a baby gate across the top of the stairs in order to prevent Becky from going anywhere near them.

One day Linda’s husband had gone downstairs and unfortunately not locked the baby gate correctly. Linda was in the kitchen. Suddenly she had an overwhelming feeling of fear and dread. She rushed to the stairway in time to see Becky heading downstairs in her walker. What should have happened is that she should have tumbled over and over head over heels many times. Linda was incredulous when she saw her sliding down the stairs instead, still seated securely in her baby walker whilst remaining upright with little more than a gentle bump as she hit each stair.

‘It was as though an invisible hand was holding her upright until she reached the bottom of the stairs, where they turned a corner at a 90-degree angle,’ she told me.

The baby walker with Becky still in it came to a halt at the bottom of that first set of stairs. During that brief period, Linda managed to reach her daughter and pull her out of the walker before it tumbled down the remaining few steps. Although Becky was screaming with fright, she appeared to be unharmed by her experience.

As a matter of caution Linda and her husband rushed their baby to hospital, where she was X-rayed a number of times. No injuries could be found other than a slight bruise on her forehead.

‘Was she just very lucky or was there divine help?’ Linda asked me. ‘Was it Becky’s guardian angel warning me about those stairs when she was a tiny baby, and was she somehow saved from major injury?’

I have to agree with Linda that it is very likely that someone in the world of spirit was looking out for the little girl that day. Somebody intervened to prevent her from being seriously hurt. It is my opinion that it would be a member of Linda’s family who had passed to the world of spirit who was impressing Linda with feelings of dread and fear every time she went close to the staircase with her baby in her arms. That person could see what would happen at some point in the future and was determined that Linda would be alert to the possibility of a disaster involving her child and the staircase.

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Catherine is a well-travelled lady who has had numerous experiences where spiritual intervention has prevented her from suffering as a consequence of major riots and bombs. She believes that the number of times this has happened is far too many for it to be purely coincidence.

Once she was travelling to South Africa with her grandparents. A few moments after they left Cape Town serious riots broke out and many people were hurt.

Another time Catherine attempted to book a holiday to Erie in Pennsylvania. She intended to fly on 1 September and return on 11 September, but the travel agent told her that she could only fly via New York City. Again, this trip was to be taken with her grandparents. One had a heart condition and the other was disabled. Catherine demanded that they fly via Pittsburgh and the only flight available was on 10 September. When she and her family arrived back in the UK on 11 September 2001, suicide bombers had attacked America. If she had not been influenced to change the date of their journey, she would have been stranded in New York City with her grandparents.

When in Spain on the Costa del Sol, Catherine intended going to Marbella for the day but then just did not feel right about it. She decided to go to the local market instead and travel to Marbella later in the day. About an hour later, she heard what she thought was a car backfiring. The news came through that a bomb had gone off in the bus station in Marbella, right next to the bus that Catherine would have been on.

Catherine tells me that there have been many, many more instances when she has felt that she is being watched over from the world of spirit. I can do nothing other than agree wholeheartedly that this is definitely the case!

Mandy’s mother has a theory that Mandy’s friend who passed on to the spirit world in November 1998 saved Mandy’s life. Her father, however, is convinced that she is just the luckiest person on Earth.

Mandy’s story begins when she was a 16-year-old student at Tooele High School. She was always involved in various events and during the school holidays was required to attend practice for the drill team at 6 a.m. each morning. She lived approximately seven miles from the high school and her journey involved passing the Tooele Army Depot main entrance.

As well as being part of the drill team, Mandy was also performing in a musical called The Benson GristmillPageant. On the final night of the pageant, she stayed out until around 4 a.m. at a cast party. Then she went home, but had to be up again at 5.45 a.m. to attend her drill practice.

Normally when Mandy would drive to drill practice there was a lot of traffic, because the army depot shift began around 6 a.m., but on this particular morning there were no other cars on the road. That was just as well, because after about three or four miles Mandy fell asleep. She was woken up by the sound of rocks hitting the windows of the car as they were thrown up by the tyres. She realized that she was about to hit a reflector pole head on, so swerved, but unfortunately the pole hit the passenger side of the car. This caused it to spin out of control.

As Mandy battled to gain control of the vehicle once more, she continued sideways along a fence and turned the car again just before she hit a telephone cable pole. By this time the brakes had failed. Mandy slid past another sign and all the way across the road where there was a steep drop. With no brakes, it was impossible for her to stop the car. Just before it reached the drop, however, the front tyres blew and the vehicle came to a halt.

Mandy says that the car was ‘totalled’. All four wheel rims were bent, the frame was damaged, there was no front passenger door, no mirrors, no windows on the passenger side and no door handles. The engine had been shoved up the dashboard right to the point of entering the front seat.

Mandy had not even been wearing a seatbelt, but she walked away from the car with only a small cut and a strained ligament in her left foot. When the police arrived they were amazed that she had come out of the accident alive, particularly because she was so close to the busy army depot.

Mandy says that she is not sure what happened that day, but having three police officers point out about half a dozen reasons why you should be dead or seriously injured really has the effect of waking you up.

I have to agree with Mandy’s mother – on that day Mandy was certainly being looked after by spirit. It may well have been her friend, but could also have been a member of her family who was looking down upon her.

I hope that in future Mandy will remember that driving when you are as tired as she was really is a very dangerous thing to do and gives all those people in the spirit world who care for us an awful lot of extra work.

Christine is convinced that an angel saved her daughter’s life whilst she was out on a shopping trip.

At the time Christine was standing next to the car with her daughter whilst her husband returned to the shop to pick a few things up. As he came out of the shop his daughter saw him and set off running to meet him in between the parked cars. Christine panicked, as she could see a car moving at some speed through the rows of cars, looking for somewhere to park. Before she had a chance to call out to her daughter to stop, ‘it was like she had run into a wall and she was thrown back, inches away from the car she was about to collide with. She landed on her bottom. I just knew that something had stopped her suddenly and thankfully saved my child.’

Christine says that although there was no visual evidence of an angel being present, in her heart she knows that something extraordinary happened on that day.

Trent was on a camping trip with his family and friends. They were staying in a log cabin close to a rocky ridge.

When the family had settled into their cabin, Trent and his father went exploring. Trent decided that he would go down a slope very carefully and slowly, but unfortunately at one point leaned too far forward and was propelled at full speed almost to the brink of a precipice. Suddenly he felt an ‘amazing swooping sensation’ which knocked him back. It felt as though an ‘amazing strength’ had come from someone who was looking down on him and protecting him.

Paul wrote to tell me of an incident that happened when he was driving along in his car. The radio began to crackle badly and he pulled over to tune it in, thus delaying his journey by a few short moments.

With the radio working properly once more, he set off once more. As he approached a set of traffic lights, he was horrified to see a vehicle drive through the red lights straight across his pathway. Had he not stopped momentarily to tune in his radio he would have been in the direct pathway of this vehicle and would have been severely injured or even killed.

Another incident involving driving was reported by Holly. She was driving her car along a motorway in a convoy of traffic which included a large articulated lorry, when for no apparent reason she felt compelled to turn off at the next exit. Even as she was doing so she just could not understand why she was feeling this compulsion. Feeling rather annoyed with herself because she now had to find her way back to the motorway using a network of A roads and had added time to her journey, she drove on for about three miles before finding signs back to the motorway.

As she approached the sliproad, however, she was caught in a tailback of traffic and could see blue lights flashing ahead. As the queue of traffic progressed slowly onto the motorway she could see that there had been an accident involving the very same articulated lorry and group of vehicles in which she had earlier been travelling. Had she not pulled off the motorway, she too would have been involved in the accident.

Somebody was obviously looking after Holly, because not too long after the above incident, she was distraught to realize that she had lost a considerable sum of money whilst working on a film shoot in a large muddy field. The money was to pay for her food for the next week and without it she would not be able to eat. She was absolutely desperate.

After work, as she was walking along the street to her flat, she saw a lottery ticket on the floor and felt compelled to pick it up. She went into her home and turned on the television just in time to see that four of the numbers on the ticket she had found had been drawn that night in the National Lottery. She hurried around to her local supermarket and proffered the lottery ticket. In return she received a sum of money identical to the amount she had lost earlier in the day.

Kay recalls the time some years ago when she received a telephone call from her mother, Sue, who was very distressed because she had had a dream. In the dream she had seen her own mother, who had passed on to the spirit world some time before, but she would not let her draw close to her. She remained behind what Sue described as a ‘veil of sorts’ and kept telling her that the time was not right.

Later that day Sue was involved in a horrific motor accident. She was so badly injured that she was not expected to live. She was in a coma and was placed on life support. Her family was told that it might be kinder to switch off the life-support machine.

As Kay sat with her mother, holding her hand and telling her how much she was loved and wanted, a tear rolled down Sue’s cheek. Against all the odds, Kay and the rest of the family decided that they would ignore the doctors’ advice and keep on fighting for Sue’s life.

Weeks passed and slowly Sue began to make a recovery. A year later she was back at home. She recalls very little of what happened on that dreadful day, but does remember that her mother was in constant attendance whilst she was in hospital, telling her that, just as in her dream, the time was not right for her to join her family in the spirit world.

CHAPTER 5 (#u27d1af38-f748-5a32-ae27-2566ad9d94cb)

The Words of an Angel (#u27d1af38-f748-5a32-ae27-2566ad9d94cb)

Because mediums are in direct communication with the world of spirit people generally think that we have all the answers and do not experience any of the ups and downs in life. This is just not so. We cannot live our lives isolated from the trials and tribulations of life here on the Earth plane. We get hurt, both physically and emotionally, just as much as other people. We feel let down, we feel emotional pain, we fall in and out of love and we also experience the anguish and grief of losing a loved one to the spirit world. We are of course fortunate in that we know that at some point in the future those loved ones will communicate with us and show themselves to us clairvoyantly, but it is just not the same as throwing your arms around a person here on Earth.

It was at such a low time in my life that I was walking along the sands at Southport. It was late autumn and the town was empty of holiday-makers. Anybody who knows Southport will be aware that the beach is enormous and when the tide is out you are hard pressed to see the waters of the Mersey estuary and the Irish Sea in the distance.

I was feeling very depressed. Life was not being kind to me. Nothing was going right. I had deep financial problems and my emotional life was in a catastrophic state. I felt that I had nothing left to live for. Ending it all and taking myself over to the spirit world seemed a very appealing option.

As I walked towards the murky waters I thought how easy it would be to just keep on walking and to disappear completely from this earthly plane. ‘What do I have left to live for?’ I asked myself.

It was at this point that I became aware of a young lady walking along beside me about 10 feet distant from me. As I turned my head to look at her, I recognized her. It was my sister Angela.

Angela had but a brief visit to the Earth plane. She had passed to the spirit world as a very young baby and I only had a vague recollection of her coming into our family. My last memory of her was lying in a tiny coffin in my grandmother’s front parlour. Throughout my life, however, whenever the going has got tough for me Angela has shown herself and encouraged me to carry on in spite of the difficulties I have been facing at the time. Although only a tiny baby when she passed back to the spirit world, just like me she had grown and matured and was now a lovely young woman who was the image of our own mother when she was in her middle twenties.

Angela smiled reassuringly at me. I could feel the depth of her love and care washing over me.

‘The time’s not right, Degs,’ she said. ‘There’s somebody out there for you. You’ll find love again – somebody who will care for you properly and who’ll value you. You don’t have much longer to wait. When you meet this person, you’ll find every aspect of your life will improve – it’ll take on an even keel and everything will balance.’

I ceased my heavy trudging through the wet sand towards the water’s edge and looked up towards the dark clouded sky. As I did so, a small chink appeared in the clouds and a beam of watery winter sun shone down upon the waters. I felt a lightening within myself.

I turned to look once more towards Angela. She smiled reassuringly, raised her hand in salute and slowly faded from my sight.

My sister Angela! So well named – an angel indeed! And she was right! Although things did not happen overnight, gradually opportunities presented themselves in my life and I was able to sort out the more pressing problems. I weathered my emotional storm and although it would be more than a year before I found true love once again, I was able to start enjoying myself in the company of friends. I also had my work for spirit – the most important thing in my life. I realized that I needed the time without being tied to an emotional relationship in order to dedicate myself my spiritual work.

The night after my walk on the sands I attended my regular physical circle. Physical circles are meetings of a number of mediums, usually between six and eight, who sit with the sole purpose of assisting one of their numbers to attain physical mediumship. Physical mediumship is the point where a medium goes beyond the gifts of clair-audience, clairvoyance and clairsentience and develops the ability to produce ectoplasm in substantial enough quantities to enable a spirit to be viewed by those who do not have the ability to see clairvoyantly.