SPIRITUAL superhero
Turns out Nan will always be there to come to the rescue. By Alison Davies, 49
The medium cocked her head, straining to hear the spirits.
‘There’s a woman here who’s insisting she speaks to you,’ she said. ‘She keeps talking over everyone else!’
‘That’ll be Nan,’ I chuckled.
In life, she’d been a force to be reckoned with. Her name was Elsie, but I’d called her Super Nan as she was like a superhero, always on the go and fearless!
She’d passed in April 2015, aged 87, and always liked to take control. Nothing had changed.
The medium continued.
‘She’s asking why you put up with the way he treats you? You need to cut ties or you’ll get hurt.’
Nan was talking about my relationship and if only I’d listened, because, low and behold, a few years later it all went disastrously wrong.
To help myself move on, I decided to sell some of the jewellery my ex-partner had given me, along with a few other pieces I thought I didn’t need any more. One was a silver and garnet ring.
‘It was your nan’s,’ Mum said. ‘But she won’t mind you selling it, it wasn’t a treasured heirloom.’
So I bundled it up with the rest of the pieces and sent them to be valued. But just before I put it in the postbox, I heard Nan’s voice shouting, ‘No!’
Don’t be silly I thought, and off it went. Except a few weeks later, it landed back on my doormat!
Opening the parcel, the ring fell out. Feeling strangely relieved, I slipped it on my finger. I’d been plagued with anxiety for years, yet now I felt calmer and at peace but couldn’t explain why.
Until a few days later I was reading a book about precious stones and there in the section on healing broken hearts, it said garnet was best for rebuilding confidence and inner strength, particularly after a tough time.
Super Nan strikes again!
Needless to say, I always listen to her now, like when I was recently diagnosed with an auto-immune condition, which often leaves me in pain and tired.
‘Nan, I could use some advice,’ I said.
That night, I had a dream. In it Nan was making a pie, filling it with what looked like giant blackberries.
‘Look for the loganberry, it will heal you,’ Nan said.
A logan-what?
When I woke, I jumped on the computer and discovered loganberries were a cross between a blackberry and a raspberry, only much bigger, and one of the top foods to fight auto-immune conditions.
Nan still sends me signs, whether it’s the scent of her favourite perfume or switching over the telly to her favourite game show, Pointless.
She’s determined to stay involved in my life and I love her for that.
Without her I’d be lost. She’s my very own spiritual superhero, but most of all, my Super Nan.