The Baby Mind Reader: Amazing Psychic Stories from the Man Who Can Read Babies’ Minds. Derek Ogilvie
tried to compose myself. The last thing I wanted to do was scare anyone. I came out of the bathroom knowing for sure that Lesley wasn’t going to get a reading that night and that I’d have to come back and see her on another occasion when she was on her own. I felt that the presence did want to talk to her but not while so many people were around. It obviously had something to say to Lesley that would be personal and possibly life-changing, something for her ears only.
Lesley seemed pleased to see me when I arrived on her doorstep a few days later. She’d obviously forgiven me for letting her down. I was glad to see her and hoped that her visitor would come through for her, and that her reading would go well. I wasn’t to be disappointed because almost as soon as I entered her hallway it was there waiting. It was standing beside the bathroom, watching me. This time, though, I could just about make out the outline of a young man. He was in his early 30s but he wasn’t particularly good at showing himself to me. Maybe his talents lay elsewhere.
I sat down in the living room and decided to come clean with Lesley. ‘You have a presence in your home, Lesley. There is someone here who would really like to talk to you. It’s a man in his 30s. I’m not sure when or how he died, or even if he’s a relation of yours. He may even be connected to this flat in some way. I’ll try and ask him later if he used to live here, but he has a couple of messages for you and I think you should listen to them. I have to be honest and tell you that he was here the other night. I could feel his presence in your hallway but it wasn’t his time to come through for you. That’s why I’ve come back to see you today. I’m going to connect with him now and see what he has to say.’
‘Okay,’ said Lesley. ‘Tell me what’s troubling him.’ She seemed eager to start the reading and who could blame her!
I tuned in to the presence, which was now standing beside me in the living room. He started instantly to tell me some details about Lesley’s private life. ‘He keeps telling me that he wants to shake you,’ I said. ‘He wants to shake you so that he has your attention. He tells me that you need to wake up and smell the coffee! I’m also getting bad vibes about your body language. You seem to be a person who is very enclosed. You need to open up more and enjoy your life. It’s important.’
‘Okay,’ said Lesley. I now had her full attention.
‘I’m being told about the shortcomings in your character and your present situation so that you listen to the main point of this. I’m sorry if this feels like a personal annihilation. Please remember this is not in any way my opinion.’ I was concerned that Lesley might think I was trying to hurt her feelings. ‘I’m being shown that you are currently having a relationship with someone whose name begins with the letter “D”.’ There was silence from Lesley. ‘You must stop seeing this person. He is so boring!’ I added, then burst out laughing. I could feel that Lesley knew exactly what I was talking about and that her friend, Mr D, was really boring. He was driving the presence nuts with his lack of personality and conversation. There was a serious side to the reading, though. ‘The relationship must end,’ I added. ‘The presence tells me that this person comes over to this flat and that must also stop. Your life is going nowhere with this guy. You need someone who is exciting!’
‘Oh my God, that’s spot on, Derek. I’m seeing a chap at the moment called David. We’ve just started going out! That makes total sense.’ She seemed shocked. With that revelation the atmosphere in the room seemed to change instantly. I’d said what I’d been told to say and given Lesley the correct messages. I felt relieved and suddenly very calm and relaxed. It was as if a weight had been lifted from around me. I hoped, that by sending us the messages he had, the presence would now cross over completely into the spirit world since his work was done.
Lesley and I needed a break so she went off to make some coffee and compose herself. She needed to take in fully what she had been told. We chatted for a while. She told me she was a singer and actress: ‘In fact, I’m currently rehearsing Educating Rita with the Buddie Magic Theatre Company, but we’ve had a few problems and it looks like we’ll have to cancel the dates. The only real worry is that we’re going to lose our theatre hire deposit, and we can’t really afford to do that.’
‘Where were you planning on having the show?’ I asked.
‘We’ve booked a couple of nights at the Paisley Arts Centre,’ replied Lesley. ‘It’s a pity those nights will now go to waste. They’re really good nights too, in May.’
I couldn’t believe my luck. I had come to give Lesley a reading and ended up with the possibility of a couple of theatre dates. As I made my way home on the bus, I knew deep down that I’d soon be appearing live on stage. I felt uplifted. I had been rewarded for all my efforts, especially all the readings I’d done for nothing and all the help I’d given those I’d met. Maybe things were starting to fall into place for me. Perhaps my new life as a psychic was my destiny.
I’d no idea how to put a psychic show together. Never having been a member of a psychic group or to a psychic show before, I really didn’t know what I was doing. Luckily, colleagues from the radio station helped me out with the technical side – sound, lighting and music. They also advised me just to do what I did on the radio show, to walk on stage, pick out some people – or let the spirits do that for me – and go with the flow.
I couldn’t believe it when, a few days later, I called the box office at the Arts Centre and was told that both of my theatre shows had nearly sold out. I was offered another date and accepted it. I was going to be doing three nights on the trot! This meant that around 500 people would be coming to see me live on stage. I was over the moon.
I was a bit apprehensive about asking my mum and dad to come along. Something inside my head told me to let mum come but not dad. I couldn’t explain why, but I just didn’t want dad in the audience. When I chatted to him about it he was fine, but to this day dad’s never been to see any of my theatre shows. He’s had plenty of opportunity but has never mentioned it to me again. Maybe he’s in a huff! Sorry dad!
It was great to see so many friends there on my first night at Paisley Arts Centre. Loads of people came backstage to wish me all the best. Although I was nervous I knew that if I kept my focus it would go just fine. When the music started my heart was pounding. ‘Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome, live on stage, Derek Ogilvie.’ I was on.
It took me a few minutes to find my feet. It felt strange to be greeted by applause and the startlingly bright lights, but surprisingly it also felt stimulating, exciting and exhilarating. I could feel the presence of countless spirits whirling around the theatre. They were everywhere: in the rafters, standing beside their loved ones in the audience or sitting on their knees, and even crowding around me on the stage. It was like nothing I’d ever experienced before. It was pandemonium.
There were old and middle-aged spirits, young adults and children as well as baby spirits. I could see them as blurry outlines. Many had been in the spirit world for years while others had passed away recently. There seemed to be few rules. Some hadn’t continued to grow older in spirit so were coming through to me at the age they were when they passed away. Others, though, had continued to grow older in the spirit world. Some came through to me at an age at which they’d be more easily recognized by their loved ones, rather than the age at which they’d passed away. It was fascinating, astounding and downright spooky all at the same time!
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