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beliefs.
    She told Mary: “Every thought we have becomes a reality; whatever happens to us on life’s journey, things are as they are meant to be; it is always best to go with the flow of life; there are no such things as coincidences; everything happens for a reason.”
    There were times when, to Mary’s utter astonishment, Miss Patten revealed her knowledge about details in Mary’s past, events known now only to Mary and those involved.
    In one case – the accident in the factory when a man working at a faulty machine was fatally injured – Miss Patten not only reeled off the account precise in every detail but even gave the name of the man involved, Gus Carter.
    When she finished telling of the accident, Miss Patten sat, apparently lost in thought, with a faraway expression in her eyes. Then she nodded and in a subdued voice said: “Thank you, spirit. Yes indeed! Yes, I will tell Mary, thank you.”
    Mary sat tense with excitement on the edge of her seat. What else ... what other revelations were to come?
    “I am being told that after Gus Carter’s accident you and your mother were treated very cruelly in your neighbourhood. Is that not so?”
    Mary simply nodded.
    “Yes. Quite so. Yes, I’ve got that, thank you. Spirit is saying that not only did others blame you, but it finally got to the point where you even began to believe that in some strange way it had all actually been your fault.”
    On the point of tears, Mary could only nod dumbly again.
    Miss Patten leant forward to pat Mary’s hand and said kindly: “There now, Mary no need to upset yourself. The fact of the matter is: none other than Gus Carter himself came through to say – no, to insist – that in no way should the blame for the accident be laid at your door. Had he heeded your warning who knows what might have happened? He chose not only to ignore it, but also to act foolishly, recklessly at the machine – it was his time to pass to the other side.”

 
     
    Chapter Eight
     
    As the hooters from the ships on the River Clyde sounded out their welcome to the year 1899 Miss Elenora Patten and Mary Gregg toasted its arrival with crystal goblets of elderberry wine. As they did so, Mary thought: This New Year means I’ve been here at Ivylea House for three years! Amazing. Where on earth has the time gone?
    “Mary,” Elenora Patten said, “I know these have been happy years for you here in my house, but even so, even although you are now rather more my companion than paid housekeeper, there is something ...”
    Mary wondered what could possibly be the problem.
    “I do realise that you feel your destiny lays here in this house. Of course I already know Ivylea will always have a place in your heart, in your life – that is the way it is meant to be. Even so, my dear, you are still a young woman and there is so much of life you have yet to experience ... do you get my meaning?”
    Blushing, Mary put a trembling hand to her cheek and felt the intense heat of her embarrassment. She thought: I might have known Miss Patten would find out, but I bet in this case it was some local nosey- parker  rather than any spirit guide that told her about Ted.
    “I’m getting the name, Edward, Eddie, Ed, something like that ... oh! ... now I see it’s Ted. Yes! Now then, Mary, who is this Ted?”
    “Put it this way, Miss Patten, you are the medium, so why don’t you tell me?” Mary laughed nervously to try to cover her embarrassment.
    “If only you knew how many times sceptics have said this to me when I’ve been trying to give them a message from a loved one on the other side.”
    They both laughed, but before Mary could say anything Miss Patten went on: “One thing I will tell you ... but this you already know, this particular young man far from being in the Great Beyond is in the here and now ... and very much alive, is that not so?”
    Mary felt a rush of blood to her cheeks at the memory of her most recent encounter with the self-same Ted. Now