A Compendium of Souls

Christine Snowon is living proof that it is not the circumstances into which we are born which determine our destiny so much as the way we live it.  She was born in Vallance Road, East London, 60 years ago.  Her neighbours were the notorious Kray twins.  Both families adored their mum, but there the similarity ends.  Unlike the Krays, Christine's life after a slow start, has been a steady, spiritual progression through the realms of love and light.  Her father was a cabinet-maker who made his own furniture and saved all year to give the family a summer holiday.  He fell victim to the Asian flu epidemic of 1957.  After his passing, Christine began to "see" him in her mind's eye at night. Knowing nothing of such matters, she was afraid, squeezed shut her eyes and pulled up the bedcovers.  The visions stopped.  Later, a life-saving operation in hospital brought about a meeting with a Spiritualist medium who inspired her develop her own spirituallity.

Both her father and Nan Rose communicated.  Suddenly, it was no longer enough to hear from them.  Christine had to speak with them herself.  Sitting on the edge of her bed, she said mentally. "If you are there, Dad then please talk to me."  In her mind she heard: "Yes, I am here.
You can talk to me."  So began the first of innumerable conversations.  At first, they were with family and friends, but after a while they began to include guides, ascended masters and angels.  Many of the lengthy replies Christine received from them are given in this book.  As well as developing as a medium and a psychic artist, Christine became a reiki master and an angel guidance counsellor.  Some of her coloured pastel drawings of the masters and angels she has spoken with are also reproduced in the paperback version of this book along with colour photos of spirits that have been published in Daily National Newspapers, magazines in the Uk and Japan.  Christine's story is a delightful, engaging one of hope, struggle and fulfilment. 
 

When your loved ones go to Spirit we all have questions.  When a child has gone we have even more.  Have you ever wondered how they are?  What they are doing?  Will they continue to develop?  Will they forget you?  Will they visit?  Do they know about new arrivals?  Special events?  Do they have fun?  You may just find the answers here.  All the pieces and poems are the words of those in the Spirit World.  I don't know the answers, but they do.  As one child put it ??it isn?t the end ? it?s our beginning??

They learn, they love, they have fun,  and they are safe.  They are also as mischievous, as bright and lively and as adorable as children the world over. 

Come and read their stories, their journeys to the Spirit World.   Some of them did not have easy lives, some had illnesses, some accidents.   All were met with love, with patience and with any help they needed at that time and later. 

Not all are children, but the majority are.  I ask no questions, give no demands, I simply accept what I am told and write it down.   I have learned to be very careful how I phrase any comments I make to them, or any requests.  If I wake at three in the morning, I am likely to find myself with company.  I have been known to say, ?Hi sweetheart, could you please come back when I get up??   It isn?t then the child?s fault if I visit the bathroom at four in the morning is it?  I am up???  and I don?t have the heart to turn them away again.   So at four in the morning I have been known to get out pad and pen, or turn on the pc

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