The Gary Dakin Column

        Qi And The Waste of a Life

This month I want to talk to you about the force that rules our existence. This force is two pronged in that it is able to keep us here alive but that it can also be the force to take life away. We will talk of people who want to prolong life and a person who wanted to take life away from himself.

There is in Oriental philosophy and teachings, a belief that one force and one force only makes our earthly life possible. This is called "Qi," pronounced, Chee. It is the life giving, all sustaining power that Chinese mystics have declared as being the key to attaining immortality. In desperation to attain this
state of immortality Chinese Emperors were known to ingest mercury which they believed would prolong the Qi forces within and in so doing would be able keep themselves young in order to postpone death itself.

Having researched through psychic channels, I believe that Qi is actually no different to the term that is used for, "Universal Energy." It is the same energy that I would refer to as being God manifest. Further still, I believe that this is not an energy that should be prayed to or even held as sacred. Instead, I see
myself and every other living thing in this world and beyond, as being part of that power or energy.

It is my opinion that mediums when in a state of connection, either within the trance state or the mental state, do in fact channel these forces through in a stronger and more efficient way than a person who is not particularly endowed with the gift of Mediumship. This strength and measure of power is what makes one medium perform better than another and it could also explain why a medium's ability tends to fluctuate with the quality of connection. Do not get me wrong, I'm not saying that mediums are a special breed apart, as actually I think that Spiritual growth is predetermined by the forces of karma. Working as a medium with this power and energy running through me definitely has its up side in as much as
when I am working with an audience, I feel this power running through me and at the same time it completely blocks out any pain or feeling of illness. It is as if I'm on a high for the time that I'm working, even so I should point out that when I am doing private sittings the power does not seem to be as great
and so I would always view my ability as being at its best and its strongest when demonstrating to larger audiences.

Perhaps it may be that I feed in a Spiritual way off the people that I'm demonstrating to. Now for a change of direction to talk of an encounter with a Spirit that I had in March. To be more accurate it was the nineteenth of March this year, when I was booked to appear at a social club in Widnes. The event was organised to raise money for a new charity called the "Joshua Foundation," an organisation that gives holidays to terminally ill children who are afflicted with cancer. Perhaps I'm growing through and out
of the reaches of authordox Spiritualism, but I do relish the challenge of working with an audience knowing that if things go badly wrong I could be verbally strung up, drawn and quartered. Every public demonstration that I do as a professional medium outside of the confines of the Spiritualist church is a challenge because the majority the audience do not see the medium as a religious representative but simply as an entertainer. For me this is fine because I use these demonstrations as a carrier for reaching the masses, people who would not dream of setting foot inside a church. I was working very well this particular night so I was trying not to get overconfident as this in the past has been my downfall, particularly as TV cameras were recording the proceedings for a forthcoming documentary.

In the second half of the demonstration I heard a Spirit voice telling me that he was a man who had only passed recently and that he had died on railway tracks after being run over by a train and cut in half. I must say that it took me by surprise because a couple of the preceding contacts had been jovial and easy to work with. I took a deep breath and relayed to the audience that a man wanted to communicate who had died on the tracks of a railway line and that I thought it had only happened recently. The audience went very quiet as one lady, who was with a group of three other women, put her hand up. Tentatively, she started to explain that the husband belonging to a woman they all knew from school had thrown himself in front of an express train only three days before. The demonstration stalled as I could not shake the connection, but it was pointless my carrying on, as the people in the audience had no direct knowledge of the man and would not have known anything other than the way he had died. The man was desperate to communicate and he told me that at the last minute he had changed his mind and had tried to get off the track. All I could do was to offer the group my card and to ask them to pass the card on to his wife. Hopefully, she will contact me sometime in the future and at that point I will relay her husband's message
from beyond the veil of physical death which is simply, "I'm sorry."