Sir Galahad.

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This story is about a brief and simple ‘rescue’ that came with a sad but endearing background story.  I was visiting a lady I know one day, and we were in conversation about psychic and spiritual matters (happens a lot in my life, lol) and as we were discussing something about past-lives, an entity joined our company, almost on que.  I couldn’t see him but I felt his presence, then I could intuitively sense he was a soldier but one from well back in history.  He was relatively elderly and his regalia and armour were far from new, in fact, the whole of his being was somewhat dishevelled and the worst for wear.

Patrice, the lady I was visiting sensed the ‘visitor’ at the same time and became a little bit apprehensive and was very glad I had come to visit.  I described what I was seeing and this rang a bell in Patrice’s mind.  Patrice has some undeveloped psychic abilities and, being interested in the subject, has had reading with medium's, in her past, and, always, without fail, the mediums would tell her about the knight who was following her.  They always presumed he was a guide, there to protect her and guide her throughout her life.

I wasn’t convinced by that explanation because I sensed he was still ‘earth-bound’ and, if so, he was there for a different reason.  I suggested to Patrice that she should make herself comfortable, relax herself as much as she could and that I would converse with the entity and perhaps we would, together, discover why he was here.  We weren’t able to learn much more about why he had arrived, so I talked to him and told him we would be able to help him cross-over to the light and that any difficulty he had with Patrice could be resolved in heaven.  

With a little more explanation and further persuasion he did leave and both of us felt he had taken the advise and went to the light as the energy in the room became much lighter and went back to normal quite quickly.

Within the same week Patrice had a dream, about the knight, that explained why this he had been following her around all of her life and what he wanted.  She told me that she and he were soldiers in many lives and had met up in many battles killing each other over and over again in a tit for tat fashion till they again encountered each other as knights.  This time the knight was a mature and battle-hardened warrior and she was a young inexperienced fellow being tested in his first battle.  Of course, the older knight was the victor on this occasion and he dispatched Patrice by unhorsing her (him) first but, while she was, helpless, on the ground he skewered her in the back between the shoulder blades with a lance, maiming her and disabling her for the rest of that life.  For that act he never forgave himself and couldn’t go to his rest at the end of his life.

So, since the age of chivalry (which is a long time ago), he would have found her, every time she reincarnated, and would have followed her around each of her lifetimes on Earth, including this one, hoping, each time, to find a way to beg forgiveness and find absolution.  I believe we have helped him be at peace with himself and he has moved on.

Note;
Patrice has, all of her life, got a ‘thing’ about the middle of her upper back.  She told me she cannot bear anyone touching her there and has had that phobia all of her life, as far back as she can remember.  I wonder has that gone too?

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