Yesterday was a particularly troubling day for me. In the middle of the afternoon, I received what I can only describe as a bombshell of an email from an organisation within the spiritualist movement. It discussed a personal friend of mine and raised questions about their character and actions.

I have rarely felt so saddened and angered at the same time.

I’m glad to see that others feel similarly. The support shown to my friend on social media has been heart-warming.

Until recently, my friend held a very senior leadership role within the organisation. A position like that inevitably opens you up to criticism and trolls with opposing views. That is to be expected.

What I cannot accept, however, is what I perceive to be the character assassination of my friend in the wording of this latest email.

In my opinion, the language used in the organisation’s email was poorly judged. I suspect even some of my friend’s most ardent critics within spiritualism will cringe at the way their alleged actions were described.

I have known my friend for more than 20 years. While I don’t know all the ins and outs of what has recently taken place, I can still stand firmly behind my belief that they are one of the finest examples of a true spiritualist you could ever hope to meet.

Should evidence come to light that gives me reason to reconsider that view, I am rightly open to receiving it.

The only thing I have seen is the bleating of the same handful of people with personal grudges against my friend, cruel and nasty AI-generated images shared far and wide, and countless social media posts targeting them online.

Some of those posts have been quietly liked and shared by well-known “spiritualists” within the movement too, and I suspect some are now regretting their actions and hoping to avoid being called out for them.

What I haven’t seen though is any evidence that my friend has been harmful or potentially harmful to Spiritualism and to the organisation in any way, shape or form.

On the contrary, the person I have known for more than 20 years is, in my view, one of the finest ambassadors for Spirit, for the movement and for the organisation itself.

One of the best phrases I was ever taught in this movement is:

“Trying to dim the light of another does not make your own shine any brighter…”

I believe the organisation has scored something of an own goal with its choice of words. An email intended to provide “transparency” has, in my view, raised more questions than it has answered.

If this is the “new dawn” promised to members only a few weeks ago by the incumbent committee, I fear it may be a very bleak term ahead for all of us who care deeply about this movement.

For many spiritualists, I suspect this email has felt less like an exercise in transparency and more like a call to arms.

As for me, it has strengthened my resolve to stand by my friend, to speak up for the values I believe spiritualism should represent, and, above all, to stand with Spirit.

I stand with Spirit. I stand for truth. And I stand beside my friend, Jackie Wright.

Something very special happened earlier this week – I confirmed a date in next year’s calendar for Belfast Spiritualist Church.

It will be the first time in 13 years I’ve taken a service at the church where my journey with Spirit began more than 20 years ago. I’m excited and emotional just thinking about it, and I still have almost a full to wait yet.

I remember attending my first Sunday service there and speaking with then-President Marie Pead about my experiences afterwards. Sheila Murtagh invited me along to an awareness class the following evening, where she asked me to join one of the church’s Tuesday night circles.

For years, I returned to that same circle in the same room every Tuesday, sitting with more or less the same ten people. They became my spiritual family.

I’ve never forgotten something my first circle leader, Dorothy Byrne, told me early on:

“On the nights you don’t feel like you want to go – they’re usually the nights you need to go the most!”

She was right, too. I’ve applied those wise words to many situations in my life over the years.

I remember all the tears, the laughter, and the frustrations we all shared at one time or another.

I remember Lorraine Brill taking me into trance for the very first time in that room, and the realisation that came with it: “This isn’t all in my head after all!”

I remember the workshops attended, my first time stepping onto the platform as a fledgling to give a link or two during a Sunday service (petrified), and the many messages I received from loved ones through local and visiting mediums on that same platform.

It was there that I began learning about myself and Spirit, and forging friendships with other Spiritualists – some of which remain strong to this day.

I even remember a rather spicy AGM one year… 🤣

Through all the years since, I’ve never forgotten Belfast Spiritualist Church or what it means to me, both as a person and as a Spiritualist.

It is a pleasure and an honour to return after so many years. I hope to see a few familiar smiling faces when I do.

It really does feel like coming home.

Spirit is Spirit.

It doesn’t matter where, when, why or how you connect with them – they are a constant in this movement.

In fact, the only thing we can be certain of when we go to work with Spirit is that they will always show up for the demonstration – even if the medium sometimes struggles to.

One of the hardest things for a medium is to trust Spirit wholeheartedly – even when we’re being moved out of our comfort zone.

That trust was tested when I first demonstrated in Germany and Iceland, where I worked with translators so the audience could understand what I was saying.

Until then, I’d been used to working at a very quick pace with Spirit, and I was genuinely nervous about having to pause after every couple of sentences in case I lost my connection and everything fell apart mid-link.

I thought about it.
I worried about it.
I even considered cancelling because of it.

Until I finally became so wound up about it that I just thought, “What will be will be…” and surrendered to it.

Best decision ever!

I found myself on a Friday night in January, in a small room full of friendly Bavarians, on the outskirts of Salzburg, with nothing but a prayer… and a cheeky Irish sense of humour in case it all went wrong.

Of course, it didn’t. Spirit turned up in abundance, as they always do. And thankfully, because I’d agreed with myself – and Spirit – to just go with the flow, Medium Eamon was able to turn up too.

I managed to bring across some beautiful evidence of survival for the people in the audience, at a pace that was much slower than I was used to, but which flowed perfectly well.

It was the same for me in Iceland, on both occasions I visited, and I’ll be taking that same trust with me when I work with Spirit in Poland for the first time next May (thankfully, my hosts in Sweden and Denmark speak excellent English).

When we stop being open to evolving with Spirit and insist on working exactly as we always have, we forget that Spirit doesn’t need a translator – but sometimes the medium needs to stop insisting that everything be spoken in their own familiar rhythm.

Why do birds suddenly appear
Every time you are near
Just like me, they long to be
Close to you

This song by The Carpenters keeps being inserted into my life recently, ever since I randomly started singing it on Friday as I was leaving the house.

This morning, I finally got it!

I’ve been incredibly busy over the last few weeks working on a project that has resulted in arranging my first working visits to Sweden and Denmark within the next 12 months.

This has all been a small part of my larger 100 Days with Spirit project (today is Day 57).

At the centre of 100 Days with Spirit was my desire to actively do something every day that makes me feel more connected to Spirit – sitting in the power, meditating with Spirit, or simply making the time to be “close”.

Over the last week, while I’ve been buried in the research necessary for these trips, that daily practice has slipped a little. It’s been at the back of my mind that I need to get back to it ASAP.

Then, this morning, I woke from a dream in which I had literally crossed over to the Spirit world… to the soundtrack of The Carpenters.

“Eamon Seix has sadly died.”

That was what the mass card said — a card with my image on it that I was delivering, as a postman, through my mum’s letterbox in Dalkey.

I wasn’t shocked.

I wasn’t frightened.

All I remember was that whallop of realisation you get when you suddenly remember bad news, and the realisation that family and friends would receive the same message.

And then, when I woke up, it clicked.

I was literally delivering messages while literally being with Spirit.

Sound familiar? Oh wait — that’s my job!

Sometimes they don’t use much subtlety to get their point across.

Message received.

It’s been one of those couple of weeks where loads has happened, but I don’t have much to show for it. I’ve just been busy!

I’ve enjoyed continuing to serve the churches in my diary, arranging future bookings (including a few trips abroad), and looking back over my body of work to reconstruct my list of venues served.

In doing the latter, I’ve been trawling through old texts, emails, messages and social media posts and… wow, I used to have a lot to say! 🤣

I’ve laughed and I’ve cried.

I even found screenshots of an argument I inadvertently started between a load of mediums in the comments of one of my Facebook posts… whoops!

It seems that if I had an opinion about mediumship or Spiritualism, I thought everyone else should know about it too.

One of the wonderful things about getting older is growth.

As I continue to examine my connection with Spirit now, and where I want to take it next, I’m relieved to say I’ve grown out of being that younger version of myself who needed to create those kinds of provocative conversations, or rely on whether I agreed or disagreed with others to reach my own conclusions.

This new chapter of my spiritual journey feels different.

There’s a lot more knowing, and a lot less seeking.

And that feels very… assuring.

Last Sunday’s service was a very special one for me. But with all the elation that followed immediately afterwards, the next day brought with it a poignant sadness.

One of the Spirits who connected with me on Sunday had passed in very tragic circumstances, at the hands of someone else. What made it even more difficult to hear was that the crime remains unsolved to this day.

After the service, the recipient of the message came to speak to me and explained some of the evidence I had been giving.

Today, curiosity got the better of me, and I started searching online.

I found an old Crimewatch reconstruction of her murder.

In more than 20 years of linking with Spirit, I’ve never found myself in this situation before.

When her photograph appeared on the screen, I recognised the face I had seen in my mind’s eye on Sunday — right down to the small detail of her looking off to the left.

And I just felt incredibly sad.

I won’t pretend I didn’t shed a tear, because I did.

There are so many wonderful memories I’ll take with me from last Sunday’s service — the raspberries, Jerry the House Mouse, and so many other moments.

But the memory of linking with this lady, and the gentle, loving energy she brought with her, will remain with me for years to come too.

My name is Eamon Seix, and I’m a Spiritualist.

That’s a line I used to open an address I gave at a Spiritualist church recently.

And it’s true: sometimes, letting people in your life know that you’re a Spiritualist feels like you’re standing up at a meeting and admitting a shameful secret about yourself.

Not because you’re ashamed of being a Spiritualist, but because that person is likely never going to look at you in quite the same way again.

And that’s terrifying.

For a start, most people don’t actually know what Spiritualism is – i.e. a religion. In my case, my chosen religion.

“I am a Spiritualist” means so much more than what people sometimes assume it means – burning incense and owning a few crystals.

When you explain that it actually means you believe the human soul lives on beyond the physical body, you tend to get a quizzical look, but not necessarily resistance… yet.

When they inevitably ask you to explain what that means, and you tell them that you and your fellow Spiritualists believe this can be demonstrated through mediumship, channelling, trance and other forms of Spirit communication…

That’s usually when you get the raised eyebrow, and you’ve reached a fork in the road of your friendship.

Option 1: They’ve got another 101 questions to ask, and it’s only added another layer of colour to your already fabulously colourful relationship.

Option 2: They’re visibly uncomfortable. They still like you, but you’re now legit crazy in their eyes, and they’ve already started mentally phasing you out of their life.

I’ve experienced both of these scenarios.

And it’s never who you think will react the way you think they will.

Years ago, I worked in a company where it was well known that I was a Spiritualist and working medium – and that I was also quietly ridiculed for it behind my back.

On one of my last days in the office before I moved away, a bunch of us were chatting together when someone said that, now I was leaving, would I not just say or do something to prove my “abilities”?

I had always been fiercely protective of my beliefs in this kind of setting. I never discussed my mediumship at work, and I certainly never felt the need to prove it to anyone.

But for some reason, in that moment, I zeroed in on one of the girls, Louisa, and simply announced that she was named after her grandmother — but in reverse.

Louisa revealed that her full name was Louisa Margaret.

Her grandmother had been Margaret Louisa.

Knowing that I had her grandmother’s energy with me, I described her grandmother to her. The description itself was fairly ordinary, but then I suddenly asked:

“What’s wrong with the wing mirror of your car?”

One of the other guys in the office, Jay, immediately called me a freak.

He then confirmed that he and Louisa had been sitting in her car about five minutes earlier, discussing the repair of one of her wing mirrors.

The whole thing was over in less than three minutes.

But everyone was stunned.

And, I’ll admit, it felt fantastic!!

Because I knew Spirit had given me just enough to shut them all up once and for all… even if Louisa said afterwards that she didn’t believe in any of it anyway.

So, after my little mic-drop moment, I got up from my desk and started walking towards the kitchen to make myself a coffee.

Another girl, Sarah, was standing between me and the kitchen.

As I walked towards her, she took a step backwards.

I took another step.

She stepped backwards again.

I stopped when I realised what was happening.

She was scared of me.

She kept staring at me. She wouldn’t take a hug from me – and I was her office buddy too!

Every time I moved towards her, she backed away and asked me to “stay away” from her.

I remember that hurting a lot.

And it was a big lesson for me.

Who I really am, and what I really believe, is simply too much for some people to accept.

Which is quite ironic, really, when you consider that I’m a gay man who has received more backlash and ridicule for my religious beliefs during my lifetime than I ever have for my sexuality.

It’s taken me years to get to a point where I can simply say:

I am a Spiritualist.

No apologies. No regrets.

Yesterday, I wrote a post on my professional social media account about an upcoming church service. When I switched back to my personal account, I decided to share it there too.

Having taken a break from being an active Spiritualist for so many years, I did stop and think about the fact that quite a few people who would see it probably had no idea that this was such a significant part of who I am.

And, yes, I wondered whether some people might react negatively.

Thankfully, I can report that every reaction so far has been positive and encouraging.

And I haven’t had anyone unfriend me yet.

Either that’s a sign that times have changed…

Or I’m just better at picking friends these days!

A big part of my journey this time around will be education.

Today, compared with ten years ago, there are so many free daily services online, and workshops with tutors from around the world.

Spiritualism and spiritual education is now more accessible than ever!

In all of this, one idea came to me, and it’s one I’m now following through on: 100 Days with Spirit.

We know that having a strong relationship with Spirit is key to good communication.

For that reason, I’ve committed to spending time with Spirit every day. There’s no specific time limit, and no expectation of what should happen. No meditation, no sitting in the power. Just silence and communion, whatever my surroundings.

Although we’re only eight days into it so far, there have already been some startling revelations for me about my relationship with Spirit, how I work with them, and even my understanding of mediumship and Spirit communication. It’s incredible to think that some of the answers I’ve been searching for since the beginning of my journey twenty years ago have become clearer simply through this practice of silence.

There have been uncomfortable moments too – times of feeling awkward and fidgety – but that’s part of it as well. Learning to let my guard down and just allow Spirit to take a seat beside me, in my space.

I’m very much looking forward to seeing where this goes, and what else comes from it…

Most mediums will tell you they can’t remember much detail about the links they’ve given once they step off the platform, and I’m no different.

But I’ve never forgotten the very first link I ever gave in awareness class.

Even now, I can still see it as clearly as if it happened yesterday.

To set the scene, I had only walked through the doors of Belfast Spiritualist Church for the very first time the previous evening.

Someone suggested I might enjoy the awareness class on Monday nights, so there I was.

I can’t remember exactly what we’d been doing that evening – possibly encaustic art with wax and irons – but towards the end of the class, the teacher, Sheila Murtagh, asked if anyone felt they had a link they wanted to give.

Another student went first while I sat there in silence.

The moment Sheila had asked the question, scenes of the Irish countryside had started playing in my mind like a film. But I had no idea whether it was Spirit or simply my imagination.

When the first student had finished, I nervously raised my hand.

Sheila smiled and said,

“I’m not surprised.”

Up I went onto the rostrum in front of around thirty people.

I simply described what I was seeing.

Rural Irish countryside.

A stone-built cottage with no windows.

A young barefoot girl wearing a dress.

That was it.

There was no great story.

No explanation.

Just those few simple observations while, in my mind, I continued to watch the little girl moving around the cottage grounds, picking flowers and standing in front of where the windows had once been.

Then a voice interrupted the “movie” playing inside my head.

“I can take it.”

Another student in the class explained that I was describing her grandmother’s cottage exactly as it had been, right down to the empty window openings. The Spirit communicator, she believed, was a local gypsy girl who used to visit her grandmother regularly.

I was completely stunned.

At the end of the class, Sheila took me to one side and asked if I was free to attend the following evening too.

“There’s something called circle happening in the church tomorrow,” she said. “Just ask for Dorothy when you arrive and tell her I told you to come.”

And that was how my development really began.

From never having heard of a Spiritualist church at the beginning of the weekend…

to sitting in one of its development circles by Tuesday evening.

I hadn’t thought about this memory for years.

Writing it down has reminded me of something I think we all need to hear from time to time.

Mediumship is remarkably simple at its heart.

I think many of us – myself included – can overcomplicate it.

Sometimes the most powerful thing we can do is simply describe what we’re being shown.

Trust it.

Say it.

And allow the person it’s meant for to recognise it.

One thing I’ve learned over the years is that none of us walks this path alone.

My teachers, Dorothy and Shellie, and everyone I shared a circle with on countless Tuesday evenings shaped the medium I became. But today I want to thank a few people whose kindness quietly changed the direction of my journey.

The first is the much-respected Belfast medium, Brian Lynch.

Back then, opportunities to demonstrate in Belfast were limited, and like many developing mediums, I hoped to broaden my horizons. After one of Brian’s services at Belfast Spiritualist Church, he overheard me mentioning that I had family in Scotland and suggested I contact a few people there, telling me to say he’d sent me.

That simple act of generosity led to my first visits to Edinburgh and Kilmarnock in Scotland. I’ve never forgotten it. Brian didn’t have to help, but he did.

The second is Sharon Patterson.

After hearing about my first Scottish visit, Sharon kindly introduced me to more wonderful people and churches in Catrine and Foxbar. Her encouragement opened a few more doors and helped me build friendships that have lasted to this day.

And finally, Genevieve Bailey.

When I told Genevieve I was planning to move to Scotland in 2014, she went out of her way to support me. She introduced me to people, encouraged others to give me an opportunity, and was there herself in Paisley, with other local mediums she’d rounded up, to cheer me on at my first service after having moved over. It was such a generous thing to do, and something I’ve never forgotten.

Looking back, what stays with me isn’t the places I served, but the people who believed in me before they had any reason to.

I always thank Spirit for guiding my path, but I also thank Spirit for placing such kind, generous souls on it. Without people like Brian, Sharon and Genevieve, my journey would have looked very different.