July 31st 2004

Woke up incredibly nervous. I’ve been looking forward to this psychic development week for months and now it’s here I feel like I’m going in way over my head. I spent an anxious morning in St James’ Park with Sara and Paul who have been very supportive of my journey. It was a beautiful day and I didn’t want to leave them, but I think that was nerves. Eventually the time came and I had to get my backside off to the station.

The train seemed to take forever to get to Stansted Airport but once there the taxi ride was quick. It only took 20 minutes and then we turned off the main road onto a smaller one that wound round the fields and woods until we reached Stansted Hall itself. There were lots of people milling about and I immediately felt completely overwhelmed and didn’t want to be noticed, which is a bit pathetic when you’re standing at a reception desk….

The staff are very nice though and I was checked in very quickly and shown where to find my room. I’m sharing with two other guys, Trevor and James, and I’ve been seriously worried that I’m going to be shaking the tiles off the roof with my snoring. I’ve got major hay fever going on and I don’t want to ruin things for others by keeping them awake. I hope it’ll be ok.

The programme is astounding. It’s packed from early in the morning till late at night with everything you can think of. Healing, past lives, psychometry, tarot, energy work, numerology, psychic art, automatic writing, ghost-busting walks and a huge, huge element of mediumship training.

We’re being split into groups and when we had the welcome chat all the medium tutors were on the stage. My eyes fell on one lady and I really hoped it was her. She just seemed right and wasn’t that just who I got! Excellent 

In the dining room afterwards people were chatting. They all seemed to know one another and I just stood there on my own like a lemon. It seems really hard to break into these little groups of people. Maybe it will be easier once we start properly tomorrow.