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		<title>Alan Crump&#8217;s Spiritual experiences</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Thank you goes to church member Alan      Crump for sharing his Spiritual experiences.
My first spiritual      experience,
In 1969 it all started      with the passing of my grandmother when I was      seven years old. We lived in [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span lang="en-gb">Thank you goes to church member Alan      Crump for sharing his Spiritual experiences.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-weight: 700; font-family: Verdana;">My first spiritual      experience,</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">In 1969 it all started      with the passing of my grandmother<span lang="en-gb"> when </span>I was      seven years old<span lang="en-gb">. W</span>e<span lang="en-gb"> lived </span>in my grandmas house in Dulwich London, she had<span lang="en-gb"> </span>the ground floor<span lang="en-gb"> while we as a family lived in the      upper rooms of the house</span>. <span lang="en-gb">My </span>Grandma was      very old fashioned and visitors for us were frowned upon unless<span lang="en-gb"> </span>my dad was present.<span lang="en-gb"> </span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">A while after     <span lang="en-gb">my Grandmas</span> funeral my mum was taking tea with a family friend when the door burst open with such force it left a dent in the wall. There was no one there and the wind<span lang="en-gb"> </span>had      nothing to do with it<span lang="en-gb">,</span> as the<span lang="en-gb"> doors</span> were <span lang="en-gb">fitted with</span> big locks and      handles that needed turning to enter<span lang="en-gb"> </span>all rooms.      They both jumped out of their skins. </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">When the time came for      our friend to leave,<span lang="en-gb"> </span>he said his goodbyes and      started to descend the stairs,<span lang="en-gb"> at which point</span> the      lights went out<span lang="en-gb">,</span> so mum switched them on again,     <span lang="en-gb">and again the lights went out (</span>this happened twice      more<span lang="en-gb">)</span>. There was no one else in the house and our      friend<span lang="en-gb"> who getting rather shook up by the experience</span>,      stated quite firmly that he was never ever coming here again!<span lang="en-gb"> </span>And he didn&#8217;t. </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">Later that evening, my      dad returned home from work, mum told him what had happened and all<span lang="en-gb"> </span>he could do was laugh. It was when we had all gone to bed that the      next event took place. </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">The bedroom was large enough for a double and two single beds, two large wardrobes, and a dressing table, there was another room but mum used that as an office as she had been a secretary for the Beatles fan club amongst other things<span lang="en-gb">!      (Now that&#8217;s scary. ed) S</span>o that&#8217;s why we all slept in one room. My      sister and <span lang="en-gb">I</span> had gone to bed a few hours earlier      as we were told to but were still awake when<span lang="en-gb"> </span>our      parents retired, a few minutes later there came a tapping on the bedroom      door, mum sat up<span lang="en-gb"> </span>and dad ignored it, then there      was a knock, this time dad sat up, it wasn&#8217;t until the door nearly<span lang="en-gb"> </span>came off its hinges that dad calmly got up and like a fool, opened      the door and said &#8220;do come in&#8221;.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">There was silence at      least for a while anyway, then my parents bed shook so violently that the      eiderdown slipped off,<span lang="en-gb"> </span>this only lasted for a second or two, strangely none of us said a word, we just settled down and went to sleep, well at least <span lang="en-gb">I</span> did!</span></p>
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