Testimonials


It is nice to hear from people who I have given a message to, and I would like to share these with you, for sometimes when we read another’s message it can shine a light on our own lives too.

 

Carol Anne Bates
Thank you for giving me the message from my father who took his own life, he came to say how sorry he was, that he was in a lot of pain and he believes that I would have done the same. Hope one day we will now what happened to his little treasured belongings that went missing. Best wishes Carolxxx



Maggie at The Linden Suite Framingham
I want to tell you Sharon how popular you are at the Linden Suite. The feedback I receive from your audiences is wonderful. Your work with Spirit is so accurate and spoken with Love. You are always welcomed back here time and time again!
Thank you Sharon. Love and Light Maggie.
Framingham in Beautiful Suffolk

Jo Vertigan
Thank you Sharon for the wonderful message that you passed on to me recently in Dereham. My Grandmother was very special to me and your accuracy was astounding. The message had a profound affect on other family members and I cannot thank you enough.
Dereham, Norfolk, England

Karen
thank you Sharon for a wonderful evening at Leiston Village Hall, at your clairvoyant evening, your reading was fantastic, things you said nobody could have known. And to watch other people with tears in there eyes just says it all. Your just great xxxxxxxxx

Pat
Really enjoyed web site very enlightening, have seen you many times on the platform at Temple of Light Felixstowe and everyone has been amazed by the messages they have had from spirit
Thank you Sharon Denise.

Sam
Dear Sharon,
Thank you so much for the reading - it was so accurate. You are definitely one of the best! Love Sam x

This Clairvoyant evening happened on November 25th at the
"The Riverside Centre" Stratford St Andrew, Suffolk.
 In aid of”Babies and Birthing in East Suffolk"   

In her own words, Mrs Arnold. 

“I have been to several Clairvoyant evenings these past two years as I have been so interested in spiritual readings since I was completely healed by a faith healer some 15 years ago, after many many years of severe back pain.

 

I have witnessed so many people receive messages from their loved ones, and although my husband had received two messages from different members of his family who have passed over, I had met, but this was all to change.

 

I entered the village hall and from the moment, I saw Sharon-Denise Taylor I knew that someone would be sending a message.  Sharon-Denise was working hard and messages had been coming through for several people, but none of them had been as intense as the one she was about to give to me.

 

From the other side of the room Sharon-Denise was directing her questions to those people sitting near her.  “Can anyone take the name Elizabeth please?”  I nudged my husband as my grandmother’s name was Elizabeth, but as loads of people probably know an Elizabeth and she was looking for someone over the other side of the room to take it, I remained silent.  “Can anyone take this please?” she repeated “Not Liz or Beth, this lady liked to be called Elizabeth.” This I could relate to, but I still remained silent.

 

Then suddenly Sharon-Denise said “Elizabeth, in Spirit and the name Betty is connected with her, and she’s talking about her ring.”  I instantly raised my hand as my Nan’s name was Elizabeth and my Mum’s name is Betty, and as I waited for her to notice me, she said “and Jack.”  Well, there was such a rush of warmth through my body, as my father’s name is Jack.  All sorts of things rushed through my head.  How could this person, who I had never met before, know my Nan’s name, my mum’s and my dad’s names?  It was not surprising though that these three names came together as they has all lived together in the same house for about 10 years until my Nan died when I was 5 years old.

 

Sharon-Denise told me that Nan was a lovely lady who loved me dearly (I was her only grandchild) and that she was very proud of me.  She told me to slow down, I was exhausted.  This was true, as I have been burning he candle at both ends trying to work full-time, be a housewife and a mother.

 

Sharon-Denise then told me that my mother had been very ill recently, but that Nan had been there at my mother’s side during her recent three operations, and had been holding her hand to comfort her.  My mother has had skin, bladder and bowel cancer these past few years and her consultants have always been amazed at the wonderful recovery she made each time.  My mother’s next door neighbour told my mum she had had a dream that her mother was standing beside her in the operating theatre and had been holding her hand.  My mum’s neighbour had never met my Nan, and to be told exactly the same thing by Sharon- Denise was unbelievable.

 

Sharon-Denise said Nan was pleased that I had her photo on the mantelpiece, I do have a photo of her in the lounge, but it’s on a table near the fireplace.

 

I wear my Nan’s ring, and Sharon-Denise told me that Nan was pleased that I did.

 

Sharon-Denise then said she could see loads and loads of black bin liners.  “You’ve been clearing out your clothes” she said “and new wardrobes I can see.”  “Yes” I replied.  “Your Nan is so pleased and says it’s not before time.  She’s glad to have taken it to the charity shop, not your usual one but another one.”  This was perfectly correct.  We had had a massive clearout of our clothes recently and must have taken 15-20 bags to St Elizabeth’s Hospice in Ipswich.  I usually take my things to Cancer Research in Woodbridge but the hospice shop was more convenient and as my closest friend’s mother had received such wonderful care in the Hospice, I decided to support them as well.  Sharon-Denise said Nan was pleased I was supporting another charity.  As regards the ‘new wardrobes’ we had completely gutted all our bedrooms and all three rooms had brand new wardrobes fitted during the past three months.

 

Sharon-Denise then went quiet and I thought the link had faded, but it hadn’t at all.

 

“Is your father having a trouble with his shoes?  Sharon asked.  Well he was.  He couldn’t bend down to do them up and mum had to do it for him.  “Nan knows and she’s there helping mum do it, because mum is struggling too.”

 

“Your Nan is one of seven” said Sharon-Denise.  “100% accurate again” I thought.  How does Sharon-Denise know I kept asking myself?  “Can you take the name ‘Rose’ please?”  I could….. Nan’s sister was Rose.  Sharon said that Nan was very happy that I had seen a photo of Nan and Rose. It was only a matter of weeks ago that mum had shown me a photo she had found of Nan and Rose walking along the front at Margate when they were young.

 

“Take the name Frank … Henry and Bill” asked Sharon.  I could, Frank was an uncle who lived in Chiswick who was very fond of me, Henry was my father-in-law, who I loved dearly and miss very much and Bill was my Nan’s brother-in-law.  He was very fond of me as he only has a son and said he always wanted a girl.  I was always spoilt rotten when we visited him.

 

Sharon-Denise then said “Can you take the name ‘Agnes,’ which I couldn’t at the time and she didn’t elaborate on this anymore.  The only Agnes I can recall are that of my pen pal in Nigeria from my schooldays, but I have found out I had an aunt who’s middle name was Agnes.

 

Sharon-Denise paused, and was very deep in thought “I want to go back to Jack.”  I found this very strange as my father is still alive.  “Jack…Jack” she kept saying and I reminded Sharon-Denise that my dad was still alive.  She said that she knew this was not his real name.  “Jack is your grandfather’s name, not your father’s”.  I then became quite flustered.  Everything Sharon was telling me was so accurate.  I glanced at my husband and squeezed his hand.

 

This was tremendous and I could not believe my ears.  You see my father had been christened “Ivan” but for some reason he had always been called ‘Jack’.  My father never knew who his father was, and now, even at the age of 83, he still wonders and I know this upsets him.  His mother got pregnant whilst working in service by the son of her employer and returned home to Hampshire.  She had a baby boy, my father, and her mother brought him up as her own.  My father was unaware of who his mother was until after she died and of course she was the only one who knew my father’s name.  To be told by Sharon-Denise that dad’s father’s name was Jack was amazing.  Was it why my dad had been nicknamed ‘Jack’, as it is not the shortened version of Ivan.  This was the only piece of information that I have ever had about my grandfather.  It is so comforting just to have a little tiny piece of information.

 

I was sitting there hoping she could offer me more about my grandfather but the link faded.

 

I was privileged to be receiving all these messages – all so so accurate.

 

I could feel the audience really being amazed and although they were all round me, I was so focused on Sharon-Denise it was almost as if it was only the two of us in the room.  I usually find it quite difficult to maintain a good eye-to-eye contact with someone, but I just focused on her all the time.

 

I was coping so well with all the messages, but I became so hot, in fact quite uncomfortably hot.

 

Of all the people that I know of who had ‘passed over’ my closest friend was Janet.  We grew up together, did everything together in fact, and at the age of 18, she died of leukaemia.  Totally out of the blue when Janet was 16 she joined the Salvation Army.  She said that she has ‘been called.’

 

I know that Janet is always there around me, but she has never come through to speak to me until Sharon suddenly stepped back.

 

“I can see a lady in a bonnet standing beside you in a Salvation Army uniform.  Can you take this please?”

 

At last Janet had come through.  I felt wonderful and I put my hands on my face in amazement.  I could not believe this was happening.

 

Sharon-Denise asked me why this lady (she never said Janet’s name) was worrying about her white gloves.  She said she was carrying a banner, but was upset about the gloves.

 

Janet was very very ill.  She had been in and out of hospital and she had realised she would not be able to go to the Citadel much longer.  At her last service, she carried the banner, but she dropped her white gloves in the mud as she went into church.  She wanted to look perfect and was so distressed she had wet muddy gloves.

 

I cannot describe to the reader of this article the warmth and comfort that you experience when such a wonderful accurate message.  It is not frightening at all.

 

I have seen so many people find so much comfort knowing that their loved ones are still around them – albeit in the Spirit World.  There again I have seen so many people become upset and shocked, but I hope that when they go home and think about what happened they will be comforted like I was.

 

I just could not wait to get home that evening to phone my parents.  My mother knew that I had been to several Clairvoyant evenings and I do not think that she was totally convinced – until now.  Every time I have spoken to her since she has said, how amazing it was.

 

At the end of my message through Sharon-Denise that evening, she said that “Jean was frightened to come tonight, wasn’t she?”  My thoughts immediately went to my mother-in-law Jean, but we hadn’t even asked her.  Then I remembered that Jean in my office at work had said she would like to go to a session, but she would be scared.  Sharon said that she should have gone.

 

It was an evening that changed my life – now I know there is life in the Spirit World.  When I told Jean the next day, it could have changed her life as well.

 

Sharon-Denise Taylor has opened up my mind totally, I cannot wait to attend another evening, and I have loads of friends this time who want to come with me ".

 

                                                        Mrs Arnold.