Doris Stokest
Doris Stokes was born in Grantham, Lincolnshire, just across the road from Margaret Thatcher. Her father, blacksmith Sam Sutton, was a very sensitive man and most likely a natural psychic. She was only a child when she/he 1st realized that she/he too had a psychic gift.
Doris Stokes
One night there was a terrible fire in the next street to where she/he lived. Her parents, hearing that the blaze had started at their friend Tom’s house, rushed out to see if they could help. Excited and curious, Doris was not able to sleep. She slipped a coat over her/his nightie and followed them. Crowds were collected in the street. She craned her/his neck just in time to see a terrible burned shape being carried out of the house on a stretcher -all that was left of Tom. She stared, horrified yet fascinated, after that lifting her/his eyes from the stretcher she/he saw some thing else that made her/his freeze. Tom was walking beside his/her body, real and solid-looking, not a hair singed.
Sam Sutton all of a sudden saw his/her daughter, clipped her/his smartly round the ear and sent her/his home to bed. She was still sobbing with fright and incomprehension when he came home. She described what she/he had seen and he patted her/his hair gently. He realized that night she/he was going to be completely completely different from other girls.
Though there was never a great deal of money, Doris was part of a good family and had a happy quite enough childhood. She thought her/his life would fall to pieces, though, when her/his father died. They had been so close and he had taught her/his so much. However b4 (before) he died he said to her, ‘All you have got to do is put out your hand and I will be there to take hold.’
She was twenty when war broke out and she/he joined the WRAF. Life was fun, with a lot of boy friends, dances and completely completely different experiences. Sometimes, though, she/he was disturbed when she/he saw the young pilots walking out to their planes. She almost knew the ones that would not come back. From time to time she/he would tell fortunes, but her/his predictions began to get too close to the truth. When a giggling group of WRAFs went to see ‘the spook show’ at the local Spiritualist church 1 night, the medium told her, ‘One day you will be doing this.’ Soon after she/he married a handsome young airman called John Fisher he was reported missing in action, and a medium at a local Spiritualist church confirmed that he had been killed. It was the most traumatic experience of her/his life. She had become pregnant in the early days of their marriage, and now had a baby son. She returned home in a state of shock, and what happened next is described in her/his autobiography,
Voices in My Ear:
The bedroom door flew open so sharply I thought it was my mother bursting in, and there stood my father. My mouth dropped open. He looked as real and solid as he did when he was alive. …
‘Dad?’ I whispered.
‘I never todl lies to you, did I, Doll?’ he asked.
‘I don’t think so,’ I said.
‘I’m not telling lies to you now. John is not with us and on Christmas Day you will have proof of this.’ Then as I watched, he vanished.
Three days later the War Office informed her/his officially that John was dead, but to everyone’s amazement she/he refused to really believe it. They even began to think the shock had affected her/his mind as she/he clung to her/his hopes. Just as her/his father had predicted, news that John was, after all, still alive, though badly wounded, came through on Christmas Day.…more…Part-3…