Glasgow Ladies Week Montcabirol
Flying in to Carcassonne Airport on a beautiful sunny June morning, we were met by Tom and Kevin’s friend Corina, who had arranged to meet us and guide us to Montcabirol. She would take Anne and our luggage and we would follow in our hire car. We were so grateful to have her guiding us as I had never driven in Europe before. It took me all my time to keep up with her. The scenery was stunning, and it wasn’t long before it felt quite natural driving on the right hand side of the road.
As we pull into the little hamlet, Hameau Montcabirol, Tom and Kevin come down to welcome us.
There are five in our party, and although we have chosen Le Pinget, we are offered a larger property so that we can be more comfortable. We are the only spiritual seekers attending this week, and we gratefully accept this very kind and generous offer. After choosing our rooms and depositing our luggage, we meet down at the pool to get acquainted with Tom and Kevin, who greet us like family.
Tom offers to guide us into Mirepoix to help us do our grocery shopping and it’s a lovely little 10 minute drive away. We may well have over done the shopping, but it was fun trying to figure out what was what considering none of us spoke French.
We are left to settle in and prepare a late lunch before relaxing at the poolside. The peace and serenity of this Spiritual sanctuary settles over us like a protective cloak. Tom and Kevin appear and Anne soon has us in hysterics with her hilarious banter. It’s most definitely a Glaswegian sense of humour. Luckily they "got it". Tears were soon streaming down everyone’s faces. A great introduction to our hosts.
We were invited into the Séance room where we would be meeting together over the coming week. The sense of such Unconditional Love filled us as we all entered the room and we were filled with such reverence we could barely contain our tears. We were shown to our seats and the lights were switched off, giving us all a chance to experience sitting in complete darkness. We were mostly complete novices at Physical Mediumship and had really no prior knowledge to speak of, other than the desire to serve Spirit. We were treated to several pieces of music to stir our souls, and they were so beautiful and touching. We were certainly very teary-eyed on leaving.
After such a long, full day and early 4am rise to catch our flight, we slept deeply and woke refreshed around 6am ready for our first day. This was to be a pattern for our weeks visit, rising between 5 and 6am.
Once everyone is up and about, washed and fed, Tom comes down to guide us into Mirepoix town centre and leaves us there to explore. He leaves us with his phone number in case we get lost, but fortunately it is unnecessary. We explore the charming historic square, shops and restaurants and have a hilarious time trying to order food. I did however bring a French phrasebook with me which was very helpfully left in the car.
Arriving back at Hameau Montcabirol, we all converged at the poolside once again. The sun was lovely, but still none of us was brave enough to have a dip, preferring to sit and dangle our legs in the water to cool off.
We all troop inside to shower and change for this evening’s Reception. When it’s time, Kevin comes and leads us upstairs again. We remove our shoes and take off our jewellery and are guided to our seats.
Tom quietly enters the cabinet and the curtains are drawn closed. The lights are switched off. The music starts. "Abide with me", plays and we are introduced to John Sloan speaking loudly and clearly in his lovely strong Scottish accent. He welcomes us and tells us he has been looking forward to speaking with us coming as we do from the Old town of Glasgow. He has obviously been listening in to some of our conversations and says that he has had quite a laugh with Anne and Sandra since we arrived. This really sets the tone and he soon has us all in stitches. What a pleasure it is to have such a normal chat with someone in Spirit. He asks if we have any questions for him and we are all given guidance on how best to develop our links to Spirit.
He tells us we are now going to have a demonstration of Transfiguration and he will be back later to speak with us again.
The curtain opens and a red light illuminates above Tom’s head. His face immediately starts to change and most of us witness a loved one from Spirit coming through for us. The red light appears to form a mist and the changes come quickly. One moment Tom appears as a child, then an adult. Sir Oliver Lodge visits us and we recognise him from his photo downstairs. It is really quite emotional for some of us as our Dads come to see us. Then the light show begins. The trumpet flies around the room so quickly it leaves trails of light behind like streamers. One minute it’s on the ceiling and the next right in front of us and settles eventually at Jackie’s feet. Tom’s cardigan is removed, tied up in knots and is tossed at Sandra hitting her on the side of the head giving her quite a jolt. We feel the breeze as everything flies past us in the dark. It’s very exciting.
John Sloan comes through again asking if we enjoyed the evening and tells us he will be visiting us every hour till we are back in the room again. He tells us that Kevin will be offering healing over the weekend if we would like to receive some, just to ask. Then he bids us "Goodnight and God Bless". What an introduction to Physical Mediumship. We were all blown away and could barely speak afterwards unless it was to say, "wonderful, amazing, and incredible" we soon ran out of words to describe our experiences.
Tom and Kevin then left us to digest our experiences and we went back inside for a light snack. We all had trouble sleeping that night, we were so animated, energised and excited at what we had witnessed. We did manage a few hours sleep and were back up again at 5am.
It’s a bit of a dull damp day today, so it appears quite dark. We feel a bit lethargic after last night’s experience and start to nod off one by one. After a bit of a nap, we rouse ourselves and have our showers ready for the new day. Kevin appears shortly afterwards inviting Anne and myself upstairs for healing in half an hour. He brings us a recording of last night’s Reception and we all sit down to relive the experience picking up little snippets we had missed last night in the excitement.
Anne and I are led upstairs again to the healing room, me to the couch and Anne to the chair. Native American music begins to play. I am first to receive healing and am indeed fortunate as Anne was able to witness different healing guides coming through Kevin. My body appears to have been numbed beforehand. Harry Edwards was first, followed by one of Kevin’s healing guides who is an Egyptian eye surgeon (very fortuitous for me as I have eye problems) and then a native American Indian guide. I felt a tremendous amount of heat moving through my spine and my eyes were hot and scratchy. Then I am left to lie on the table and lost all track of time till I was brought round. By this time Anne had had her healing and was back again discussing her healing experience with Kevin. She had experienced a sharp stabbing pain in her knee and Kevin tells her it felt like Spirit had put a needle into her knee. The pain doesn’t last and fades quite quickly. We are then given instruction into how Spirit influence Kevin for healing and are guided on how we also can use this method of healing.
Back downstairs, Tom comes and offers to cook us Sunday lunch, so it’s back to Mirepoix to purchase the ingredients. Unfortunately, the heavens open and we are slip sliding to the cars, soaked to the skin. Luckily it’s not a lasting downpour and just a very heavy shower.
When we arrive back in Montcabirol, the weather brightens a little and we are able to unload our supplies without getting a fresh soaking. After putting everything away, we sit down and relax by listening to some Native American music left beside the hi-fi. Some find it a little spooky, but we are all certain of one thing, we all felt Spirit Dancers in the room with us, as we felt the floor vibrating beneath our feet. What a treat!
It’s soon time for dinner and we set the dinner table. We place a huge platter of fruit in the centre under the antique candelabra and it looks very grand and impressive. We are so blessed to be allowed to use this property with its huge open fireplace, antiques and beautiful paintings. It’s like stepping back in time. We can’t believe how comfortable we feel here. We don’t feel like we are intruding on someone else’s property, rather we are visiting family, so at home have we been made to feel. After our modest meal (not really in keeping with our surroundings), we clear up and spend an enjoyable evening discussing things spiritual till eventually we climb the stairs one by one to bed.
Next morning, Sunday, dawns. Another dark and oppressive day. A good day to sit and process events. We can’t believe how tired we all feel. Although we are all up at 6am, we tend to keep nodding off throughout the day. I guess we didn’t realise just how much energy is expended or required for Physical Mediumship. It gives us a little insight on what toll this must have on Tom and Kevin.
Tom takes us into Mirepoix again to get a signal on the phone as we were having trouble getting through to our family back in Scotland. Sometimes walking up the hill in Montcabirol works, but today it didn’t.
On returning to Montcabirol, we make a start on Tom’s dinner preparations, and I catch up on my journal. Tom and Kevin appear in the afternoon and Tom starts working away in the kitchen. The table is set under the huge chandelier and it looks magnificent. The meal is wonderful and everyone is happily chatting away like old friends. We can’t believe how welcome and at home we feel here. After several hours, Tom and Kevin retire up the hill and we have an early night.
Next morning, Monday dawns dark and raining again, but today is market day in Mirepoix, and we’re not going to miss it for a spot of rain. We go in quite early, but even so, the town is absolutely mobbed and it takes us quite a while to find parking. The place is very lively and we are soon getting caught up in the excitement. Phrasebook still in the car, we muddle through somehow and purchase lots of souvenirs. We stock up again on fresh fruit, vegetables and pastries. We also explore some of the little shops down the side streets that we had missed on our initial explorations. We stop at one of the restaurants in the square and have lunch. Not very successful I’m afraid. It was the first time any of us had ever seen a partially cooked fried egg on a pizza. A local speciality perhaps? Back out on the streets again, we discover the little crystal shops and have a good look around. Luckily the rain goes off and the day brightens up letting us enjoy the rest of the day here. We have a wander into the Cathedral and sit in the silence soaking up the atmosphere. The stained glass windows are very impressive and the peace soon settles over us. We light a few candles before leaving.
Thankfully the crowds are thinning now as we have lost the car and don’t know where we parked it, but eventually it is located quite a distance away.
On returning to Montcabirol, we have a light snack beside the pool knowing we mustn’t eat for several hours before our meeting tonight.
Kevin again leads us upstairs for our evening of Native American Dancing. We are guided to our seats for the evening. There are tambourines, drums, rattles, drumsticks and small tables all with luminous tabs on them which Kevin charges up with his torch so that they would be visible in the dark. He also charges the tabs on the front of Tom’s chair. We are ready to begin. Tom quietly enters the cabinet and is tied into his chair and the curtain closes. We are asked to check that the medium is secure and this is repeated several times over the evening, and each time verified that his bindings are indeed secure.
Native American music plays. It’s very moving, stirring something deep inside us. The drums and tambourines begin to whizz past us. Tables dance a tango across the floor. Tom’s cardigan is removed and flew past my ear tonight. Tom’s chair is lifted out of the cabinet and moves around the room. It dances forward coming to greet each of us in turn. Lynda receives a drum which is placed on her lap before. Tambourines slide across the floor coming to rest at our feet.
Then the Spirit Dancers come to join us. We are invited to get up and dance with them. The whole floor vibrates in tune to the many dancers present. The feeling is truly indescribable. It really has to be experienced, because the power was incredible. We felt literally lifted out of our chairs with the force of the beating drums and pounding feet. When the lights go on again, several of us have instruments lying on the floor at our feet. This was an evening never to be forgotten and will live in us for ever. Anne was able to actually see one of the Indians dancing for us that evening. She could see his rippling muscles and Lynda could make out the feathers around his feet. What an honour indeed!!
The next morning dawns bright and warm. I take a walk up to the cherry tree and pick some cherries fresh for breakfast. The tree is laden with fruit so heavily that the branches are touching the ground. They are luscious, sweet and very juicy. What a treat. After breakfast is over and cleared away, Tom and Kevin come down to visit us at the poolside and we decide to visit Andorra today. Tom very kindly programmes the directions into our Tomtom and we prepare to set off. We are hoping to visit Montsegur and Roquefixade on the return journey. The journey is quite exciting through some very rugged scenery and up into the mountains. We pass signs for Montsegur and Roquefixade on the way, so we should have no problem finding them on our return journey. We also pass signs for the Tarrascon caves another place of interest we would like to visit. As we near Andorra, we have a bit of a hiccup with the car. Black smoke is belching out from under the hood, so we pull in to a police parking lot and open the hood. What we expected to see, I have no idea. I am not in the least mechanically minded and can barely fill the water reservoir. Out comes the car manual, which is very helpfully all in French, so no help there. Fortunately two French traffic policemen came over to offer assistance and they eventually called a mechanic who led us round to his garage. Apparently grass had gotten into the engine and between the heat of the oil tank and the dry grass, we almost had a fire. The damage was quickly repaired, the mechanic thanked profusely, (photos taken with our saviour), and we moved on to our duty free shopping. It was a very exciting day and we sat in one of the restaurants high up in the mountains looking down at the stunning scenery. Hard to believe we were barely 100 miles away from Montcabirol.
On our return trip, the Tomtom refused to leave Andorra, so we had to resort to our good old fashioned map. We stopped in a layby and got the map out (after a spot of photo taking of the snow-capped mountains), and checked our route home. While planning our route, our hero, the mechanic from earlier, passed by on his way back up the mountainside. His look of amazement was hilarious. I can’t imagine what he must have been thinking at seeing us stopped at the side of the road again. He seemed to quickly accelerate back up the mountainside. Probably thinking he had had a lucky escape!
Unfortunately due to car trouble, we lost several hours and were unable to stop and visit the Cathar castles on our return trip. We arrive back without incident, tired but happy. Tom and Kevin come down to meet us and Tom expressed his concern for us as we were so late, so Anne filled him in on our adventure.
Our last day here. I can’t believe we have been here almost a week already. We feel like we have just arrived even though so much has happened. I can’t believe the change that has taken place within each of us.
The morning is perfect, hot and sunny already. We busily start about cleaning and tidying the house in preparation for leaving the next morning. Sandra and Jackie are like a whirlwind tearing around the houses vacuuming, cleaning and washing floors. Tom very kindly comes down and offers to drive us to Montsegur, so Lynda and I prepare ourselves for a trip to remember. It is a great joy to be driven today allowing me to enjoy the scenery unhindered. It is only a short 20 minute drive to Montsegur, and we stop at the foot of the hill to take it all in. There are several cars parked in the car park and people are setting off to climb the hill to the top. That will be for another day as we are off again skirting the base of the hill taking us to Fontestorbes fountain. Again we park, get out and walk to the entrance of the cave through which the water gushes at great speed. The vibration here of the water is so great, I have to ask Tom to take a photo for fear of dropping the camera. We see a few bats flitting into the cave entrance and disappearing. There are railings leading inside and the cave is lit at night which is something I will have to visit on my next trip. I will also be bringing a bottle to fill up on the pure, cold mountain waters. There are stories of people walking inside the mountain and never being seen again. It is quite a magical place. A place of legends. Then we’re back into the car and driving to the lake. It actually looks reminiscent of Loch Lomond and again we feel a kinship with the area. We are off again and back through Mirepoix and home again. I don’t know how long has passed, but it felt like a whirlwind trip with time standing still.
When we return, Kevin again leads me upstairs for more healing. My eyes are being worked on again and Kevin informs me of what has taken place. The very back of my eyes (the macula) received healing, which was joyous to me knowing I have macular degeneration and could potentially go blind in a few short years. I feel truly blessed to be given this gift from Kevin and his healing guides. I am also instructed some more on how to proceed with my own healing work. Words literally are insufficient to describe the complete selflessness which Tom and Kevin share in their work for Spirit.
After a short rest, it is time now to sit and laze by the pool and catch some of the beautiful sunshine. The water is still a bit on the cold side for me, but Lynda promised herself a swim, so swim she did. We were very impressed. The temperature must be in the mid 30’s, but the pool was considerable colder. We have to retire to the shade, of which there are many beautiful little nooks to shelter in. Above, the Griffon vultures begin to circle, Kevin loses count at 75. What a spectacle! Another memory never to be forgotten.
We offer to give Lynda some healing beside the pool as she has hurt her shoulder, and we are absolutely astounded that the butterflies come to join us. They flit round and round us settling first on Anne’s hand, then on mine, then on Lynda, before finally settling on Sandra’s shoulder. It is quite a moving experience and we are without words. Will the beauty and magic of this place ever cease to astound us? I do hope not.
We have a light snack before retiring indoors to shower and change for the final event of the week. Mr Sloan promised us the "big guns" so the excitement mounts rapidly. We are sitting a little later this evening because of the heat. We can’t imagine what it will be like for Tom sitting in the cabinet in trance.
I have been asked to say the closing prayer tonight and although honoured to be given this opportunity to thank Spirit for all that they have shared with us this extraordinary week, I am extremely nervous that I will not do justice for all that has been given to us.
Tom is led to the cabinet and once more strapped in to his chair. We check that he is secure and the curtain is pulled across him once more. The luminous tabs are lit with the torch and a flower has been brought for Irene. The lights are put out and the music begins welcoming Mr Sloan to join us. He quickly pays a visit and asks if we have enjoyed our week here. We affirm heartily that we have had a magical time here. Once more he asks us for questions, and again we are lost for words. We manage to get a few questions out though and are each given guidance on our development. We are also informed of the parts we have to play in our home circle, for which we are stunned.
The music starts to play again and we are witness to a session of transfiguration. The red light above Tom’s head is illuminated and the faces come thick and fast. The faces are so clear in between the red mists and soon Tom appears sitting in the lotus position, which is entirely impossible for his physical body to accomplish, secured as he is to his armchair. His arms are now stretched to over 3 feet long and begin to move over his head and down over his face. His hands appear as a little child’s hands. Then small Spirit people flash through, rapidly changing back to adult sizes. Faces seem to almost jump from Tom’s face. There are lights and faces all round Tom’s head. We are asked to check that the medium is secure, and it is verified that we are all satisfied. We are then asked to prepare for Irene Simms to come and visit us.
She is a lovely Spirit and very mischievous. She says she is responsible for moving the objects round the room, and also for tying the cord of our hairdryer in knots downstairs. She squeals with laughter and has us all in stitches. "Pretty Woman" plays and she has us all clapping, stamping our feet and dancing in our seats as she starts to move things around the room. The tempo builds as tables are flown at great speed around the room. People are hit with ping pong balls. The medium is again checked and shown to be secure. As the energy builds, the music keeps skipping a beat, whistles are blown loudly, bells are ringing, the cabinet is rapped noisily. It is truly dynamic. We don’t want it to be over as Irene’s joy is infectious.
Then the music changes and Phil Starr pays us a visit. What a treat! A former drag queen, his sense of humour is highly infectious. As Mr Sloan said, "From the Sublime to the ridiculous". He asks us for questions and again we struggle to speak. He tells us of his visit to the Drag races in Australia. He is absolutely hilarious. I wish we could have kept him with us longer, but that will change on our next visit. He won’t get away from us so easily next time. He says he will come and visit us in Glasgow. Then it’s time for him also to leave.
Mr Sloan comes back and asks us if we enjoyed the evening to which we heartily reply, "Yes". He chats to us for a little longer saying he misses the banter. It is wonderful to hear this lovely man laughing so much and enjoying the company. He tells us he will visit each and every one of us to keep an eye on us and it’s time to say goodbye.
Yellow Cloud says, "We are Love".
John Sloan says, "We are Love".
"Imagine", by John Lennon plays and I am asked to give the closing prayer. I feel quite overcome but do my best.
Tom’s chair is lifted out of the cabinet and bumped loudly down in front of us. He is still tied securely to the chair. The curtain is still closed and the flower, brought for Irene, has been moved from the table to seal the curtain closed at the side of the cabinet.
Tom is released from his ties.
We are informed after this session, that the air traffic controllers are on strike and we may not get home tomorrow after all. What a shame that would be! We may have to stay another week. Unfortunately, the strike ends at midnight and we are still able to catch our allotted flight home.
We are up early at 5am ready to clean and tidy up and finish any last minute packing. An early breakfast beside the pool sees our last meal in Montcabirol. Corina arrives at eight o’clock as arranged ready to take our luggage and guide us back to Carcassonne airport. Tom and Kevin appear to see us off and it is a very emotional goodbye all round, but we know we will be back again next year.
We also get the chance to say goodbye to Kiwi the lovely neighbour’s dog who has visited us every day since arriving. We have had an incredible time here and I cannot speak highly enough of Tom and Kevin, our hosts. They have been an absolute joy to get to know. If you are a true Spiritual seeker, you will get a tremendous welcome here. You cannot help but be touched by their honesty and generosity of Spirit. This is what it means to work for Spirit.