It is my very great privilege, to introduce you to Bill Forrester. He is a well respected spiritual artist and healer of extraordinary talent, and has worked for many years on the circuit in his native England and abroad. There seems to be no letup in his demand for him, and he continues to be busier still as the years go by. Bill told me, that he never lost his enthusiasm for the work, and that he is very happy to serve. Here you will see examples of his work with the relevant verification, which is uncomfortably self-evident even to the most hardened of skeptics. What follows, is a short biography in his own words. I was born in East London to parents Elizabeth and William. Both worked hard doing various types of jobs, from making aircraft tyres to cleaning work,during the later years of their lives, mum became a machinist making insulating jackets for central heating boilers, while dad worked in the London Royal Group Of Docks as a labourer for a Shipbuilding & Repair Company.

Most of my early years my life was under threat. A misdiagnosed appendix resulted in it bursting. My parents carried me in their arms for a good six miles to another hospital, which saved my life. I was only six years old at the time. When I was eight, I ran out into a main road and was hit head on by a car. I was taken unconscious to hospital. I woke up two hours later, with nothing more than a bruise on my chest and a bump on my head. My guardian angel was working overtime!

Schooling was undertaken during wartime conditions. Air raids were spent in shelters. To take our minds of the raids, my dad would bring comics or newspapers into the shelter, for my sisters Jean and Joice and myself to draw from. My art flourished at school and I won a scholarship to attend art college. The four year course was short-lived. After 15 months, dad was still working in the docks, he was out on short time due to a slump in the dock yards. So consequently I left school early. I worked as a messenger boy until national service. Art was the last thing that interested me for many years.

Then one day, 30 years after leaving school, I felt compelled to buy some oil paints, and yet I had never used them before in the past. I was drawing inspiration from various sources like books or TV programs dealing with painting or related subjects. And so I began to paint and draw through constant practice and slowly my artwork improved. Commissions followed for cats, dogs and horses. Comments soon followed, like "why did you paint it with those items around them, they were not in the original photographs?" Aviation art followed thereafter. I painted fictitious pilots sitting in the cockpits of two commissioned paintings, only to have photographs produced, which showed the pilots I thought to be imaginary, actually were of people who had died in the second World War (1939-1945). A medium who was a close friend of mine, recognised what I was doing. I was invited to join their circle, where over time my spiritual skills were developed. The rest is history. I have been working and been graced through spirit, to draw thousands of faces of people who have passed on, none of which I have seen! ALL MY PORTRAITS ARE THE RESULT OF AUTOMATIC DRAWING !

QUESTION 1: Do we go on after our passing?

QUESTION 2: If we do not go on, how can faces be drawn with information on their lives, by an artist who can not see them; but is later confirmed by the recipient(s) who produces photographs which matches the drawings?