05/09/2023
Wear something red!
Over the course of our lifetime, we meet many folk whose presence and influence will leave huge footprints on our hearts and in our minds. For me, the indefatigable Betty Milich is a classic example, and someone who I will always hold in the highest regard, with much affection.
I first met Betty when a friend and I happened across the Leicester Progressive Spiritualist Church one murky November evening in 1997. Neither of us had ever ventured into a ‘spooky’ church before, and we thought it might be fun to see what went on behind the closed doors….
We positioned ourselves at the back of the congregation and sat listening to the preamble of church notices and assorted wise words synonymous with what I now know as Spiritualism.
And then this lady stood up to give her demonstration of clairvoyance. She was elegantly dressed, a lady in her mid seventies, with perfectly coiffured hair and a friendly face. She proceeded to give out several messages to those eagerly waiting, most of which were received with gasps and much gratitude, confirmation from the world of spirit, that our loved ones are always close.
And then she attempted to communicate with another lady in the congregation, who was accepting not a single word from our Betty!
As a new comer to the movement, I watched with delight as Betty proceeded to go back and forth like Billy-o to her spirit contact for more information, but still the lady profusely declined to accept the evidence.
Somewhat drained, Betty finally gave up, stamped her foot on the rostrum and bellowed at the lady that the spirit world are never wrong!
With this change in atmosphere, it was somewhat unnerving that the next ‘victim’ she chose was me!
Her opening gambit was ‘I’m getting the name of Richard, does that mean anything to you?’ My vacant expression said it all, I couldn’t place anyone called Richard and somewhat nervously I just shrugged my shoulders and shook my head. Was I about to be chastised by this formidable woman in front of all these people as well?
It was a nudge from my mate who reminded me that my own name was Richard, and I reluctantly offered the information to Betty who by now was fast approaching Rottweiler mode in frustration!
The congregation fell about laughing as I whimpered the words Richard is my name…..
What happened next was truly incredible, Betty went on to deliver a lengthy message from the world of spirit that to this day has never been surpassed in its accuracy. I was stunned and delighted in equal measure, as I guess were the rest of the congregation, not least of all as Betty’s soft tone and comforting character resumed its rightful position in front of the crowd.
It was not long before I started to attend regular services and over time, I became involved with the committee. I made many friends and was invited to sit in Betty’s development circle which ran for several years at her lovely home in Leicester.
There was always a warm welcome, and a great calming atmosphere in that house, not to mention the delightful aroma of a freshly baked cake that we devoured over a cuppa at the end of the session.
Sadly as the years passed by and Betty’s health deteriorated we lost touch, but I often find that she is in my thoughts.
She had many snippets or words of wisdom, one of my favourites being ‘if you want to win the day, wear or carry something coloured red’ – I keep a red hanky in my drawer for such occasions, and believe unconditionally that my departed loved ones are never far away – all thanks to this fine lady who said to me all those years ago – can you place a Richard – well I can now Betty, rest easy lovely lady, until we meet again.