I so much believe in the Power of Prayer.
The Power of Prayer saved the day at Dunkirk.
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Here I am talking about the healing of a woman who stayed at my guest house who had suffered from a nervous breakdown and couldn’t drive her car.
When I married my husband Antonio we lived in Glasgow for a few years and then moved down the coast to Ayrshire where I opened my own Boutique, I have always been interested in fashion and one day went out shopping for clothes and could not find anything suitable, by the time I got home I had decided to open my own fashion shop.
I had my fashion business for twelve years and over this time I had ample opportunity to use my healing ability. While woman were trying on clothes our conversation would sometimes turn to their health problems. I would then have a decision to make, should I tell them of my ability and offer them healing and risk having them leave hurriedly never to be seen again. I am happy to say that this never happened. As most were happy to receive healing, and I was joyous when they returned to tell me how well they were feeling. My one stipulation at that time was to tell them to keep it secret. But of course few did as they were so happy to have experienced healing. As my assistant once remarked, “Catherine, what ever it is that you have you need to get rid of it as we are trying to sell clothes here!” Having a fashion shop was quite a stressful business as one had to order clothes six months in advance.
One early spring I made my way to Glasgow to keep my appointment with John Gardener who was a Fashion Agent to do my ordering for my Winter Stock. It was a very busy time and there were many buyers in the Agency that day. If you can picture the scene it was a large, spacious area and around the room in strategic places were placed racks of clothes for us buyers to view, a few models were standing around waiting for us to ask them to try on some garments. The whole process could take around three hours and although it was exciting to view the collections it was very tiring. After I finished my ordering John invited me, as was the custom, to sit with him for a cup of coffee before my long drive home. Just as we were about to sit down, John suddenly cried out in obvious pain holding his back and apologising, asked to be excused as he was in agony. In the twelve years that I had known him I had never mentioned to him about my gift of healing, as we discussed later it was very strange when John didn’t question me when I said to him, “come with me and I will heal you,” I held out my hand to John and asked him where we could go for privacy and he led me to his office. I asked him to sit down and I explained to him that I would place my hands on his head for ten minutes or so and then place them on his back. I told him that I always pray internally, and if he wanted to say a prayer to go ahead as I thought it would help, as God is after all the Healer.
John had suffered from back pain for forty years, he had piloted Spitfires in the war and had been shot down. He had to eject and landed awkwardly with his parachute in a tree. Getting out of that situation resulted in his back problems. Every Friday night for years his Doctor would call in and manipulate his back to try and ease the pain, but without success.
I left for the hour drive home saying my goodbye to John, and telling him that I hoped the healing would have helped. Half way home I began to feel less confident and thought about how I had said to John, “come with me and I will heal you.” What made me say that? I had never said that to anyone in my life, I started to feel very anxious and wished I had kept my mouth shut. On arriving home I was met by Antonio and when I told him what had happened, what I had said and done he retorted “who do you think you are, The Lord Jesus Christ!” which was absolutely no help at all. That night I hardly slept. I went over and over in my mind the events of the day trying to understand why I had said this to John.
At 8 am after a restless night the telephone rang. It was John. “Catherine,” he exclaimed, “I don’t know what you did to me yesterday but I had the best pain free night of my life!” I have had back pain for 40 years and now it has gone. To say I was relieved to hear this was an understatement.
This wonderful healing gave me the courage from then on to speak out about my gift, and not to keep it a secret as I usually did. I made up my mind then not to be so afraid of telling people about my gift.
Years ago when I was around six years old my Mother brought a baby brother into the world on Christmas Day. I and my siblings gathered around her bed on Christmas morning and we were told that this is what God had sent to us as a present from him. We named him David. Six weeks later David died of a hole in the heart, as you can imagine we were all devastated, and being so young couldn’t understand why God had taken away my baby brother.
Weeks after his funeral I went into my parents bedroom after hearing my Mother cry out, it was a terrible wailing sound. I found her on the floor clutching in her hand a bootie of David’s, which must have been trapped down the foot of the bed. We thought we had disposed of his clothes but obviously missed this one bootie.
I remember trying to console my Mother and reassuring her that David was now in Heaven with God, but my Mother was so very distressed and she was wailing that there was no God, and no Heaven, and if there was a God he could not be good as he took her baby from her.
This event in my young life had a very profound effect on me.
I took to asking others whenever I had the chance as to where people went to when they died. I received vague answers. Some said they didn’t really know, some said Heaven, and a few told me that the worms ate your body. I remember how traumatised I was on hearing this news.
These events set me on a quest to find out what happened to us when we died.
My Late Teens
One day I was introduced to Helen. Helen was psychic. During the course of our conversation, which was about what happens to us when we died. I told her that I sometimes thought I was a bit odd as on occasions when something happened I knew about it in advance. She went on to say that I wasn’t odd, but psychic like her. She told me about a church where some people were trained to speak to the souls who had moved on to the other life. They were able to communicate with souls who had passed on and thus provide proof of life after death. I remember feeling absolute joy at this news and couldn’t wait to go with her to her Church. I had to wait a few days to visit the Church with Helen and by the time Sunday came around I was so excited at the thought of being with people who I thought at long last could answer my questions.
The service began like all the other Church services I had been to in my life, the person taking the service read from the Bible, we then sang some hymns, but instead of a Minister preaching a sermon a woman addressed the congregation, giving a short talk. When she finished her talk she then began to single out individuals and proceeded to give them information from their loved ones who had passed over.
Sitting there watching the proceedings I noted that the people seemed very happy to hear from their loved ones, a few were very emotional, some were laughing and nodding in agreement at what the lady was saying to them. I was enjoying this service as was the rest of the congregation as we were participating and not just sitting being talked at. I was thinking how great this all was but hoped that she wouldn’t single me out. Just as I thought this the lady pointed to me and told me that there was a soul standing beside me holding the cross of the Catholic Church over my head, she went on to say that this was my Grandmother on my Mothers side of the family, she said that I was a Healer and that one day I would use my ability for the good of others. I shook my head protesting that it couldn’t possibly be my Grandmother as my family were all Church of Scotland. She gave me some more information that I could relate to and I remember some very good advice. After the service, standing outside the Church I looked around at all the people walking about and wanted to shout out to everyone “there is no death” and there is evidence to prove this. A week later I was visiting with my older sister Liz and told her about my experience in the Church and how my supposed Grandmother came through holding the cross of the Catholic Church above my head. It was then that I found out that my Grandmother had come to Scotland from Ireland as a young girl and my sister informed me that she was indeed Catholic. She met my Grandfather and married, and in those days woman were expected to take on the religion of their husbands. I never knew my Grandmother as she passed over before I was born.
