Diana & I
- Introduction ..
As some people trust and believe I am the Chosen Voice Channel for "Diana, Princess of Wales" and here is
the story behind this unexpected connection, fusion of energies happening which I hope gives people food for
thought as Diana has channeled to me .. "Fact is often stranger than Fiction!"
Andrew Russell - Davis
Chapter 1
July 29th 1981 saw Lady Diana Frances Spencer marry H.R.H. The Prince of Wales at St. Paul's
Cathedral, London. That same year I married Senorita Bertha Sanchez Novo from Caracas,
Venezuela, South America on April 4th 1981.
I was so busy emotionally preparing myself for the event as well as making the practical
arrangements for the wedding taking place at Greenwich Registry office, London on the
same day Bucks Fizz the pop group representing the U.K. in the Eurovision Song Contest
were to win it with the song " Making Your Mind Up ". I thought a pretty apt title
at the time knowing I was making a dramatic switch from living one lifestyle to
it's opposite and following the marriage my wife and I were leaving the U.K. to live in
Caracas, Venezuela thinking that a Gay guy can go straight, nothing to it!
Bertha knowing my history was determined to emotionally support me. I wanted to be a father
and coming from a broken home, I was determined neither Paul -James or Kelly - Ann
would have been children suffering this way but Bertha and I never had children. In
Caracas I subsequently worked as an English teacher and learnt Spanish. On January
23rd 1982 my having converted to Roman Catholicism marrying Bertha again in the very
pretty town of Queretaro, Mexico in Queretaro Cathedral. April 9th 1982 though and it was time to
stop hiding and pretending and to be true to myself and my orientation and having "Come
Out" to my parents in law, this day the marriage was over and time for me to return to
the U.K.
Reflecting back to 1981 while I was aware of all the excitement building already as it had been since the
Official Royal Engagement announcement in the February of the year, unlike the rest of the nation
I was otherwise occupied to give it too much thought and attention though I did purchase the Robert Lacey
book "Princess" all about the future H.R.H. Princess of Wales. I like many people thought she was stunning!
- I saw the Royal Wedding on television by satellite in Caracas and was amazed by all the
pomp and ceremony and my Mother - in - Law kept remarking how beautiful the royal bride
was and I remember wishing for that one day I was back in London. My friends know and
I make no secret of the fact it is not somewhere I am or have been ever greatly drawn
to even as a child.
Aged 2yrs until 5 yrs growing up in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia where my father as a member
of the British Establishment and based at Horse Guards Parade, Whitehall, had been assigned
to working at the Attorney Generals offices in the Secretariat building in the South -
East Asian capital city. Materially a privileged background but my parent's marriage
not a happy one but having to keep up appearances socially, one where much like Diana I
felt emotionally neglected spending the majority of my time with Ah Tai the family Amah
or Nanny who also cleaned for Mama the lady of the house. My growing up in South - East
Asia and travelling with them to Thailand, India, Sri Lanka, The Himalayas, Singapore
and Hong Kong; ( Entry into China off limits to my Father and my Mother warned venturing
there with me in the early 1960's might risk a kidnapping, so was an invitation refused )
I am convinced a formative time of my life spent in south -east Asia being largely responsible for my
never finding and securing my roots in the country and city in which I was born on December 20th 1959.
I was never a Royalist, it was my parents who attended the customary
Royal Garden Parties, I was too young and by the time they'd have seen Diana in
attendance at them both long since separated, Dad having lived with and separated
from his Mistress throughout the latter part of my parent's marriage then working
for the Australian Government in Darwin, in the Northern Territories. I never
consequently followed Royal stories, not the slightest bit interested in any of them.
In 1995 my father died of Cancer and my Mother treated me to a holiday in the
sub-tropical sunshine of the island of Gran Canaria and with Paul my best friend went
for a week to Maspalomas, Playa del Ingles and fell in love with the island and knew even
in the week there that I wanted to return there to live, speaking Spanish I was confident I
would secure myself a job there and so be able to support myself and returning to the U.K
briefly, a week later returned to the island and worked there until 1996.
Financially though things were not easy and I met Thomas Schneider from Lohr am Main,
Unter Franken, Germany and he on the island for a holiday suggested since we were together
that I return to Germany with him where he had his own business and life would be very much easier.
I was so against leaving the island but Thomas a very practical and logical thinker, a successful
business man he talked sense and so I left the island I adored to begin life in Germany.
I was not in the right frame of mind to accept the new country as home and the relationship with
Thomas soon ended there and in 1996 having very briefly again returned to the U.K. when in
one week during November of that year, I had channeled to me " Cheng's Book",
one of Spiritual Wisdom and insight entitled "One Voice". I again returned to Gran Canaria
but it was different, I sensed it had changed, or perhaps I had, but the feeling just wasn't
the same for me. Never the less it was preferable for me than to live in the U.K. so I made
the best of it and that is easy with the climate, the beaches and the sea but work was very
scarce and more so out of season. Winter was coming but it was not to be a winter I saw there
because something pretty amazing happened on that island in the sun which changed my life
dramatically.
At this point of this story I better tell people that for years now since 1985 I have
known I am a Psychic Medium and my primary Guide has been "Cheng". A Guide of great
wisdom and an example being when channeling "Cheng" and posed that question of all
questions " What is the meaning of life ? " "Cheng's" answer being "Life is the Lesson,
Experience the Teacher". Anyone without exception to date who has been given a "Cheng"
reading have been amazed by the reading given. In Gran Canaria I would often be asked
by friends to consult "Cheng" about things for them.
Soon after the channeling of "Cheng" began so did my interest in Spiritualism begin and
I attended as a congregation member "Ealing Spiritual Church" and found it fascinating
and received messages from the invited speakers regularly and two I remember very
distinctly. The first was "Simon is here and wants me to assure you that you were not
responsible for his death". I knew immediately this must be Simon from school. I left
Kelsey Park Comprehensive school, Beckenham, Kent in 1976 and he had consistently
bullied and threatened me and was the owner of a Suzuki 50 which at the time was the
in thing, a moped disguised to resemble a motorcycle. Anyway during one incident I, who
never physically fought back,told him that he better be careful on his Suzuki 50.
A couple of weeks later Simon was killed riding it. In 1985 any guilt or remorse I'd had was taken
from me by his powerful message given to me. The second message was one the invited Medium
told me they did not understand but had to give it as they received it so hoped I did and it was
"Keep looking after us here in Spirit and we will keep looking after you on the "earth plane".
The Medium pleased that I accepted it and understood it.
I do not expect people to believe this but I have always felt somewhat of an alien on
earth, never quite fitting in somehow, almost like a tourist travelling through is
how I best explain it but never felt rooted here explaining I suppose my being a
wanderer and a "Free Spirit", perhaps necessitating my having no emotional ties to
anyone to the extent of clipping my wings, to date anyway.
I was then invited to join Ealing's private circle run by someone called Geoff and was
so happy to do so as I wanted to explore my interest and this provided me with the
perfect opportunity to do so. One evening meeting the group members sat in a room lit
only by candles had to choose a fellow member to focus on by staring at them and then
closing eyes tell what vision might be seen, energy might be felt. I honestly cannot
remember who I chose or who selected me but I do recall the messages vividly.
I described having seen an Ancient Grecian scene depicted in a garden with I presumed
handmaidens in their flowing gowns and describing the surrounding architecture.
The person who I do recall being male told everyone that I had described where his
personal Spiritual Guide resided. My message was that I was surrounded by a Golden
light and that Geoff ought to change seats with me as I was the Teacher of the Circle.
Imagine how awkward I felt being the newest member of it ! Well a week later I was
requested by Geoff to leave the circle as he sensed grey energy with me, rather as
he put it like a raincloud within the selected group so reluctantly and very sadly
I left feeling so rejected and disappointed. One night a female member called me and
asked me if I had seen the article in the Independent Newspaper in which Geoff had
admitted being a practicing Warlock for the past twenty years. I hadn't but asked by
her what a Warlock was, I told her the High Priest of Black Mass or Satanic Worship.
We were both shocked but she told me that the Ealing Spiritual Circle had been disbanded
which wasn't such a surprise! I knew exactly why I had been requested to leave, he knew
I was too strong to be influenced by his evil manipulation, this made complete sense to
me. I now rarely attend Spiritual Churches even amongst a public congregation.
I was living in Gran Canaria on August 31st 1997 and it has always fascinated me as
to why I would be living in Venezuela, a Spanish speaking nation when Diana married and
on a Spanish speaking island 16 years later when she died? Anyway on August 30th having
finished work I went as I always did clubbing in the night but that night instead of partying
until 5am, as usual, I left the "XL Club" early and returned to the apartment I shared with
Antonio and Frank. Arriving alone there at 1am August 31st I found myself drawn to stand on
the balcony and just stare at the stars in the tropical night sky thinking of people freezing in the U.K.
as I stood there overlooking the floodlit pool in tee shirt and shorts. It was around 5am that the
others arrived back and thought it odd to find me standing on the balcony, even more weird when I told
them I had been there since getting home 4 hours earlier. It is important to realise here that Gran Canaria
time is the same as the U.K.-- unlike the rest of Europe an hour ahead. Thinking me odder than usual
the two guys then went to bed leaving me on the balcony which I left eventually at 8am. Remembering
that I am not smitten with the U.K. it can be imagined I never read an English newspaper and actually
never ever listened much to the news, I lived in my own self contented bubble on the sub-tropical island
in ignorant bliss of anything happening in the rest of the world which included mainland Spain. I was not
interested. Living there even working was like an extended vacation, surrounded by tourists
a lively night life in a safe environment all hours, spending days when not working lazing
on the beach overlooking the Atlantic Ocean or swimming in the apartment pool, or even
chatting with friends on the apartment balcony drinking cuba libre / rum and cola.
In my ignorance the early afternoon of August 31st 1997 I went and bought chilled water
from the local store and it was not until 3pm that I heard Antonio and Frank both in the
lounge of the apartment burst into tears whilst watching the news and from the kitchen
caught site of an aircraft on an airport tarmac and said "Otra hijack si", "Another
hijack yes" and Antonio broke the news " No Andy La Princessa Diana, ahora ella esta muerta
en un coche accidente en Paris, Francia!" I like everyone globally couldn't believe it,
Princess Diana dead in a car crash in Paris, France. What I saw then was the aircraft on
the tarmac was the one in which together with her ex husband H.R.H. Prince Charles and
her two elder sisters; her body would be transported back home to the U.K.in.
As I say never having been a royalist and much less a traditionalist I felt compelled to
immediately change into black tee shirt, black trousers, black shoes and socks and
washing the apparel daily, this became my daily uniform until the day of her funeral
September 6th 1997. Though dark haired, dark eyed and easily tanning, so often imagined
to being Spanish myself, there was no disguising what my nationality was now. I was
almost as if subconsciously where as normally pleased people didn't do so, I wanted
people to know I was English. What a surreal day it was seeing people dressed in their
bikinis and swimming trunks coming from the beach in floods of tears and on every
television channel programmes all about La Princessa Diana and every newscaster dressed
in black, the women black dresses and the men with black ties. It was incredibly moving
and made me realise just how very much loved and respected Diana was and had been.
I cannot recall seeing one cheerful face on any nationality. The Germans holiday
in Gran Canaria much as the British tend to prefer the Canarian Island of Tenerife
and Germans by nature are conservative and reluctant to show emotion openly but
Diana's death saw women and men cry with no shame at all.
I ventured to the bars and clubs that night to gauge the atmosphere which was very
subdued and in the bars guys were coming to me all the time saying the same thing
"You're English aren't you!" and when I told them I was hugging me tight and sobbing
their hearts out, Diana remember was somewhat of a respected Gay Iconic figure within
the Gay Community because of her work in dispelling the stigma of A.I.D.S.and H.I.V.
and her subsequent avid interest in supporting places like the London Lighthouse and
Gay Charity concerns amongst her other work for worthy causes the lady promoted and
gained publicity for. It is undisputed fact that the majority of people even now will
remember exactly what they were doing when Diana died or when they heard of her death!
As I say I was in the kitchen of the apartment making coffee for us all and had been
though I hadn't known it on the balcony staring up into the starlit sky of the tropical
August night when Diana had been pronounced dead at 4am French time, 3am in Gran Canaria.
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