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Rainbow Bright Promotions |
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Present... |
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Michael Reed |
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Nationally
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Clairvoyant Medium |
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Rainbow Bright Promotions are proud to announce that they are now
promoting Michael Reed. A long running association, well a really good
friendship, is blossoming in to a dynamic partnership. Michael says, “Rainbow Bright was the first ever message I
gave to anyone. I was starting to think I was going mad with all the voices
and all, but when I blurted out to Adrian that a voice was telling me to say
Rainbow Bright. He knew who it was and what it meant, there was only one
person who could have had this family memory who was over the other side.” As Michael has successfully toured with mediumship demonstrations
previously we here on the brighter side of the rainbow are confident that
things are going to be busy. You can contact us to offer a venue or to ask to be on our email news
link by clicking here (Incidentally, if you receive news of Michaels activities in the
future by email and you do not want to know anymore do please let us know nicely.) Creating this website is one of the first steps in planning tours for
Michael yet already we have had enquiries from five lovely venues. More
details as dates are confirmed. Michael also is available for private sittings with mediumship and
tarot. We will go any where as long as there are sufficient interested to
cover our journeys, Messages from Michael related below where whilst I was on the phone to
my parents who were confirming the details step by step on the spot. In fact
they were passing conversational info through the phone to me to Mick to the
friends beyond. He tells me I should dream of a beautiful meadow and wander down
through the lush wild flowers to the
cabin at the bottom and that here was my safe place. If I meditate here then
spirit help to heal me. My mum says she always used to dream of such a place
as a child. Interaction with an old friend Diane the drummer will calm the waters
for me so if you are out there listening Di I would love to hear from you. Florrie Benjamin and Alice Maypole said hello to mum as did Reg. It
was somewhere about here that is was suggested that I am soon to write a book
called Mr Hegetty. These names were all old family friend as was Ted who
Michael says called out, “Now then mi old mucka” to my Dad. This is just how he used to
speak apparently according to Dad who appreciated the comments on his
physical condition which were accurate and encouraging. My great granny Bess used to say Well a feller met a feller in a
feller’s field. How many F’s in that. Why I am not sure! Chris Stevenson remembers well his time playing with me when we were
The Diggers. We had seen a book that showed the likely depths that artefact
would be found at according to their age. We took this literally and set to
and dug up my Mum’s garden. (He recalls we were banished to the hill beyond
afterwards when ever we wanted to dig.) The thing he remembers, from down
here on the earth plane, was the Gentleman’s Relish. This was small pieces of
blue and white pot that we put together and discovered were a Victorian
Relish pot, Gentleman’s Relish in fact. This was proof that we were going to get what we were looking for. Not
long till Viking stuff, then Roman and of course, at a bout head height,
Dinosaur bones! He still laughs over in the spirit world about my positive
excitement because I couldn’t wait to see people’s faces when we told them we
had found a full Tyrannosaurus Rex head. Would they be surprised Ho HO. Mum
thinks he used to live around the corner in Dylis Grove and that he was
always digging. Reading this she will find out that it was mainly my idea!!! Relative from Dad’s side had walked over from Lancashire to Hull for
work in the mills, in their bare feet apparently. Michael confirms this and
informs us that they came from Chorley in Lancashire. He also said that we
had strong connections there. Dad thought about this and worked out hat he
had 4 lots of good friends who lived there that he knows form such as the
Wine Circle. Spirit tells me through Michael that they work with me in different
ways to they do with him and with our good friend Steven Holbrook. And that I
am not going insane and I have to imagine that I am about to burst through
into another level of understanding and that I have to imagine it like the
membrane from inside an eggshell being all that is holding me in. I am about
to realise this and burst through. It sounds a bit like Alien. Another old friend of mine recalls being a play with me. I wondered if
it was the Pantomime we did at the old Clifton Hospital. That I called them a
Trollop and I said it with such meaning that they slapped me hard over the
face. Following a reference to Norman that I can’t properly recall now, but
that I think My Dad recognised and accepted. Michael brought in Bert Wiseman
and what follows her is a mixture of what he said and Mum confirmed and some
details she added as a result. He was always fond of my mum, (the Connie
Lass), and still is. He appeared to be saying he looked over her. He used to
sell sweets from a bicycle, travelling round the villages with his large
basket on the front. He sold quarters that were already weighed up and the
bags were open so you could see in and choose a bag. When he sold up he would
have to cycle into town to stock up again. “Cheese” he ‘shouted’ at this
point and Mum said yes once he had a van he used to come round selling
allsorts. Stevenson the Tinker from Hunmanby came in at this point but
whether they were connected I am not sure. They probably were cos he had
memories of thinking Connie was lovely and giving her lifts on his er Roolie
was it, a flat back cart anyway. Through the village he would come with all
the stuff piled up and pots and pans rattling noisily along from strings
along the sides. He we should set up a psychic historian operation. Anyone out there that knows me take a Nellie! (If you see what I mean) |