This incident took place in the late summer of 2003, near Ledbury, Herefordshire, U.K. The month of September in 1997 was a strange one. The British nation had been thrown into emotional disarray, following the death of Princess Diana on the last day of August. However you felt about that strange outpouring of hysterical collective "grief", you could not deny that there was an odd, unhinged atmosphere hanging over the country.
At the time, I was preparing to get married. Our wedding was to take place on September the 7th, which turned out to be the actual day of Princess Diana's funeral. Now happily married for the second time, I can look back on my younger self, knowing that what I was about to do was wrong: I was much too young, and my husband and I were ill-matched. However, arrangements for the wedding continued to go ahead.
About five days before the wedding, things began to turn very odd. Our Victorian cottage became freezing cold, despite the warm weather. Cold seemed to radiate from every surface, and draughts blew through the house even when the weather outside was still.
One evening, my husband-to-be and I had been arguing, and we were eating our dinner in silence at the kitchen table. Suddenly, I experienced a rush of adrenaline, and my heart began to beat so hard and loudly that I could hear it myself, and my fiance could hear it from across the table. I felt the blood drain from my face and I began to shiver, but I did not feel afraid -- just very, very excited and full of energy.
My fiancé was repulsed. Occasionally, in the past, he (a sceptic) had felt that I "filled the room" with presences other than my own, which he found hateful and frightening. He used to call me "witch", as an insult.
I am sure that I knew the impending wedding was the wrong thing to do, and all my psychic energy (including psychic guides or entities) were trying to make me face the obvious. At the time, I chose not to listen, and I am perversely glad about this, as I regret nothing about how my life has unfolded since then.
It is my theory that the cold psychic wind that blew through our home, and my odd moments of adrenalised trance (during which my hair haloed out from my head as though filled with static and my heart thumped audibly) were perhaps amplified by the heightened emotional state of my whole nation.
