It was the last message of the evening, just like last time. That had been at Keighley in October, when Stephen had asked for "someone who has their husband's watch, and is wearing it". No one had exactly fitted that description, after two attempts he settled on a woman two rows behind me, who had a bracelet which was given her by her husband. I had a strong feeling that the communication was for me, but I had brought Wolfram's eyeglass, a very strong lens out of an old pair of spectacles, long fallen to bits, that he had used when he tried to see something. I realised later that this could look like a watch face. The messages that came from Stephen then were very strongly Wolfram. And I had missed it.

Brenda, my spiritualist neighbour, who went with me, said she could not stop crying all next day. She knew she was not doing the crying, and only got the message in the evening that it was Wolfram.

On the evening of December 16th, 2007, at the Hilton Hotel, Bradford, I had been sitting with my brother Geoff, very relaxed, very much enjoying the whole show. I was so touched by the little old man whose wife, in spirit, was asking him why he threw all the cereal packets out, and saying she had watched him let the rice pudding boil over in the microwave.

Before I left home I had passed Wolfram's picture at the top of the stairs, and couldn't believe when I saw he was crying. That picture is my favourite picture of him, when he was at his happiest ever, sitting in a tent on a French campsite, after we came over the Vosges mountains in one day flat from the German side. He is beaming ear to ear. Yet now his face had changed and he was crying. I moved from side to side, I blinked, but I could not change his face back to smiling.

Stephen had given messages to relatively few people, but all of them in depth, and sometimes to a whole family group one after the other, who had come together because of losing a family member. We were now in the second half of the evening. I had been sitting holding Wolfram's eyeglass the whole time, it was in my right hand, and now, as my left hand touched the right arm, I began to feel a strong pulse passing through it. I know that pulse. I have felt it sitting in my circle with the rest of the witches, as though the beat of the earth were passing right through us all. I have felt it when holding the hands of another person to pass healing into them. And now, since that night with Stephen, I know that it presages spirit contact.

Stephen had just closed down from his last contact. He was sitting on the edge of the stage, and seemed to go into a semi-trance, moving his head strangely, then he turned his head to the left and I heard him say something that sounded like "Wilfram" as though he was trying to catch a name. My head snapped round and I looked at Geoff and said, "He's saying Wolfram".

Then he stood up and said, "I have a little boy here," and I thought, oh well, no, it's not Wolfram then. But then he went on to say, "and he's blind". Well, I couldn't let that pass, having missed my message last time, so I put my hand up, and was the only one, I think, because Stephen did not look anywhere else or question anyone else. 

I said: "My husband went blind when he was a little boy."

"And is he in spirit?" Stephen asked

"Yes."

"And did he remain blind until he passed?"

"Yes."

The contact was made and Wolfram came through. The first thing Stephen said was,

"But he could see?"

"Yes, no one could believe he was blind, because he could do so much."

"And he was very gifted?"

"Yes, he was."

"And do you know," Stephen said, "that if he hadn't been blind, he wouldn't have had the gifts he had." And that was true, too, as all his gifts had to do with sound and music.

Then he said, 

"He says you've set up something for him? Something special?"

"Yes, a website."

"Well he's seen it, he loves it, and he thinks it's marvellous that you've done this for him."

"Thankyou."

Stephen said,

"It will go from strength to strength, and in about four months time, you'll be doing another one, connected with this - (or did he say, with what is happening now, or what is happening here? You can't aways remember everything afterwards, and I think to some extent you're in shock, but I got the impression he meant something to do with spirit.)

Stephen asked,

"How long since he passed?"

"Two years in February."

"No," Stephen is shaking his head. "He's giving me three - three years?"

"Three years before he died he left me. We were apart three years."

Stephen: "Did he ever say to you that he made a mistake?"

"Yes, he made a mistake in leaving me."

Stephen: "He says, if he could have come back, he would never ever have left you again. Do you know that?"

"Yes."

"And he says he's really sorry for what he did." Then Stephen remarked, "That's very unusual, I've never had anyone say that before. He's truly sorry."

"I know."

Stephen: "And he can see now, and he says he absolutely loves the colour of your hair. Such a vibrant colour. He says you've changed a lot in the last few years. He says you live for today now."

A pause.

Stephen: "Have you broken an umbrella recently?"

"No."

Stephen: "Have you been trying to mend one?"

"No."

"Well there's something with an umbrella. He's giving me an umbrella."

Then it burst on me like a revelation - my hand flew to my mouth and I said,

"Oh my god! When he left me, that day, it was the umbrella that triggered it. I had found an umbrella belonging to the woman he went off with."

Stephen: "And what did you do with it?"

"I threw it in the field at the back."

Stephen said, "When he went, he felt nothing." 

He then touched the back of his head, and said, 

"And he said his head's better now - do you understand that? His head?"

"Yes. He died of a brain tumour. But he never knew he had it"

Stephen: "But he knew something was wrong." 

He was still touching the back of his head - 

"And it was here - it wasn't where you thought it was."

"Oh." 

(I must check that. I thought the parietal lobe was at the front of the brain, but what Wolfram might have meant, I am always looking at photos of him to see when it was that the shape of his temples changed, as I thought that by the time I saw him, the December before he died, that his temples were more prominent, so I think of the tumour as being located there.) - Dec 21 - found proof (below)

I can't remember any more at the moment, but if I do I will add it later.

Afterwards, I went up to thank Stephen, and showed him the eyeglass. He said that I will feel a renewed energy now that the contact has been made. 

I just want to say a heartfelt thanks to Stephen for his wonderful gift and for continuing to use it so selflessly to help all of us out here who have lost someone who meant so much to us.

Thanks Stephen. May God protect you and your gift.