About Sam
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Masumai and I left the village and we walked to places I had never heard of.  The weeks, months and years of walking and being with Masumai, listening to him talking to people in far off regions of Ethiopia allowed me a deeper understanding of this great yet simple man.  We relied on the people of the villages to offer food and simple shelter to us in return for Masumai’s useful guidance.  Masumai told me that one day I would be like him, but “not yet,” as I was only 13 years old.

Months passed and we found ourselves in an area which was unknown even to Masumai.  He told me that he did not know the area or the people, so we would to be careful in our approach.  We discovered that they were not very friendly people and had no regard to the teachings of Masumai.  We decided that we would move on.  We both felt that these people could be similar to those who had attacked my village four years prior.  We carried on walking until we reached a small hill which had bushes on its slopes, and which would provide some cover for us for the night.  We were both very hungry.  Masumai asked me to find some small pieces of wood so that we could light a fire and at least be warm.  I moved further and further away until I reached the edge of the village through which we had passed earlier.  I noticed a delicious smell of fresh baked bread coming from one of the dwellings.  Although I knew it was wrong to steal, I thought of how hungry and tired Masumai had looked and how much he had helped me and cared for me.  I crawled very slowly up to a shelf where loaves of bread were on display.  I grabbed three small loaves and crawled away.

I was almost back to where Masumai and I had set up camp for the night when I heard shouting and screaming.  Before I knew it, I was surrounded by a circle of men.  I felt a harsh pain in my side and then in my leg.  I fell down.  I felt as though I was falling backwards, backwards….but at peace…No more pain.  I lost consciousness and my attackers obviously thought that I was dead as they left and went back to their village.

The next thing I remember is hearing the voice I loved and trusted.  It was Masumai.  He held me in his arms and cried, his tears falling on my chest.  I told him not to cry…that there was bread hidden in my clothes.

Masumai tried to stem the blood flow from my wounds but he knew that he could not save me.  He told me that I would have to come back to a new life and that when the time arrived, he would be by my side; my guiding influence from the heavenly side because, they that time, he too would have undertaken the journey I was about to make.  He told me that the stealing of the bread was a spiritual act because I had not stolen it for myself, but to help another “But” he said “There is a payment for all things.”

In my first book, “The Psychic World of Derek Acorah”, I have catalogued my early experiences with spirit.

I have told the story of the meeting with my grandfather who had passed to spirit years before I was born and of my grandmother’s realisation that I was the one who had inherited her mediumistic gifts.

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