I'm not a large, I am a medium!

My brother Bob and I had been staying with our cousins Jackie and Dale in their home in Riverview, Moncton, New Brunswick. We then travelled to our cousins Bonnie and Clark in Fredericton, the capital of New Brunswick, to stay at their lovely bed and breakfast, Kilburn House. That journey was to be no ordinary one, which I can still vividly remember to this day. We were running late after having taken a detour through the beautiful Fundy National Park, (a breathtaking 80 square miles of rugged country and coastline, sporting 25 waterfalls, and the world’s highest tides). My brother Bob was at the wheel of our hire car, and I was reading the map with the intention of finding a short cut using the toll gates within the park. However, I didn’t expect to see so many of the gates closed and bolted, and I hadn’t taken into account the open and closed seasons of the great park. We eventually had to turn 360° and go back to where we had started at the park entrance. Needless to say my brother reminded me of my map reading expertise many times afterwards during the trip. We were now several hours behind schedule, and our relatives were all getting a little concerned as to our whereabouts in this great country of Canada. I believe our estimated time of arrival had to be extended by nearly four hours. Eventually we were picking up the highway signs for Fredericton and driving alongside the great Saint John River towards our destination, and pretty happy to be seeing civilisation again after those hours in the National Park. We now only had to cross a bridge, after leaving the highway a little prematurely - not my fault this time - and we were looking forward to getting back to our family. We crossed the bridge and went down a ramp, and once again the river was alongside us. So far so good. Then something totally took me by surprise. I felt goose bumps running through me and my heckles were up, which normally would not bother me, because over the years this had become a frequent occurrence in my line of work. If I sense some spirit is wanting to come through when I am doing a reading for someone or when I am visiting a house then I may get the goose bumps, which Is my body becoming alert to what is going to come. It’s a sort of early warning system. Some mediums get the shivers in this kind of situation, others hear a ringing in their ears. I get the goose bumps. However, this time what followed was not normal. I was experiencing dizziness and nausea and for a moment I was a little concerned for my own health. My heart was beating so hard that I thought I might have a heart attack. On those occasions when I go into trance my heart is thumping hard, but this felt even more so. What was also happening was that I couldn’t breathe properly. I am a bit asthmatic anyway, though most the time that doesn’t bother me. I loosened the collar from my throat because I felt I was almost choking, but of course that didn’t make any difference. I told my brother that I was beginning to feel unwell, I couldn’t explain the way I felt, but I knew this was something that I hadn’t experienced before. The feeling continued and I felt my whole body was shutting down on me as my legs and arms were shaking and I began to feel as if I might pass out. I think I knew that something must have happened nearby for me to feel this way, but what it was I didn’t know. I think I was in too much of a shock. My brother told me we were very near our destination and he preferred not to stop in the middle of the road. The nearest I had ever felt like this before was after having an out-of-the-body experience, where all control of my faculties had been taken away from me. I could see the big Canadian Legion building in front of me and knew we were only a few hundred yards from our final destination. How happy I was to know that we were about to see our cousins whom we hadn’t seen for two years. We pulled into Bonnie and Clark’s Kilburn House Bed & Breakfast, a lovely red brick building and homestead that had been in family hands for many years - a couple of generations at least. My brother asked me if I he should go in and get some help for me. I said, “Give me a few moments and hopefully the symptoms will subside.” As we sat in the car, family from inside the house came out into the yard having seen our vehicle lights blazing away. They were very relieved to see us, as we were so over our estimated time of arrival, but not half as relieved as myself and my brother were to see them, after our little escapades. It had been an eventful trip. After I had sat down at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee and the obligatory hospitality of cakes and sandwiches that adorned the table (Canadians are the most hospitable people in the world in my book) I went up to our room for a lie down. I joined everyone a little later, where of course the topic of conversation was my health, to which I was happy to announce I was no worse for wear after our little experience. Turning my thoughts back to my recent unnerving experience by the river I asked if anything had ever happened in that area where I had felt ill, and I explained the symptoms once again. I explained that I had felt that somebody was trying to ‘get my attention’ out there. As I said that I felt that my listeners knew more than they were sharing with me.