Peter Lancett

I met Nikki on 23rd October 2024. It was an unexpected connection on an evening at Jodrell Bank, the famous giant radio telescope in south Cheshire very close to where Nikki lived. I was there with my friend Jacqui and we’d gone to see a mind bending psychedelic movie mapped to Pink Floyd’s Dark Side of the Moon in the planetarium Space Dome. In the queue to get into the theatre there was a group of women that Jacqui knew, and Nikki was in that group. We were chatting and very early in this conversation Nikki was mentioning Nikola Tesla and Edgar Casey. She said that she didn’t know anyone who’d heard of Edgar Casey, and for some reason she was looking at me. I said that I’d heard of him and that I’d read a lot about him and that it had begun for me with Casey’s work on Atlantis. Right then at that moment a strong connection between us clicked into place. Nikki said that she was getting a “phone call” saying I should be working with Casey and all that he had stood for to get his message out there. She didn’t know what I was supposed to do, whether it was writing, giving talks or workshops, doing podcasts or whatever. She made it clear that she felt we should be working together, and very unusually for me, I felt myself being pulled right into that. Pulled tight I should say. A clear insight into Nikki’s incredible psychic connection with – let’s call it Spirit – was obvious and she was mentioning names of spirits who spoke to her. The biggest connection for her was Nikola Tesla, but Edgar Casey was there too, and JFK and RFK and others, too many to mention. Two, in fact, that I’ll never mention.

   We watched the Dark Side of the Moon experience in the Space Dome and Nikki was two seats away from me, my friend Jacqui between us, and Jacqui told me later that Nikki hadn’t watched a minute of that film, she had constantly been fidgety and looking over at me. I never noticed that because the film and music experience had me in a psychedelic trance. But when it was over, Nikki ignored what we’d come to see and was saying how we needed to talk sometime soon. She asked me what I did and I told her that I am a hypnotist. As a chain-smoker, Nikki told me that she needed to stop smoking and that her guides were now telling her that she needed me to help her do that. Walking to our cars in the car park we swapped numbers and connected with each other on WhatsApp, which became our communication channel. We arranged a phone call for the following week, and Nikki called me. She spoke for one hour forty five minutes and what I’m about to say is not exaggeration – I said what is probably less than fifty words in that time. She was speaking fast talking about her history, mostly about her life after she’d been connected with spirit ten years earlier. She received “phone calls” during this conversation too, and relayed them to me. She told me a lot about herself but I could tell there was a lot more to come. At last, after all of this non-stop call that I’d made no effort to interrupt, she said “So tell me about you.” I laughed and told her that I didn’t have time because I needed to get ready to go out that evening. I hadn’t, safe to say, expected such a long call nor such a flow of information.
  But It was more than the “phone calls” for Nikki. She was used as a channel for energy, in particular energy that could heal others. All she had to do was place a hand on someone who she’d seen was carrying a physical problem and she’d heal it. Just like that. And more, she could spot when someone had a problem without them needing to tell her about it. Strangers even, and she’d go over to them and do her job to heal them. No question about this, there are plenty enough people who can vouch for this.

   At last, we arranged for me to go over to Nikki’s house in the Cheshire countryside, where she lived with her husband Peter. The land included fields for horses, wild woodland, and a sacred space where Nikki had had tall stones brought in and had created a circular henge. And from this henge you could look out over the countryside and the giant Jodrell Bank radio telescope was in direct line of vision. Not a distant dot but close enough for you – for me at any rate – to feel the flow of energy coming from it. I’d gone over to help Nikki to stop smoking but we never got round to it. I was there for seven hours when I’d expected one or two, and we had dived deep into the worlds of non-ordinary realities that we were tied to and most people are not. I’m not going to go through all the conversations we had, and the other two visits I made to Nikki’s place. I will mention though that once I went over to visit Nikki and as ever I was in a smart designer Italian jacket and a white shirt and pink Italian designer tie. And she had to take her new dog Maximus to the vet that afternoon and yes, I had to go with her to hold Maximus on my knee while she drove. He’s such a gorgeous dog but of course I was covered in dog fluff after. I still laugh at the thought of that visit to the vet. But I won’t mention more of our conversations here, as I said. I have all of our messages from WhatsApp, the written ones and all the tons of voice messages Nikki used to send me.

   I knew Nikki for ten months then, but it felt like we’d been connected in unknown realities for much longer and clearly in many lifetimes past. Make of that what you will. We were in a process of making plans to do things in this world in our lifetimes, I could have edited the info she’d recorded to create the series of books she wanted to put out into the world, maybe podcasts together if we visited energy centre locations, and even just visits to locations that were deemed necessary without us even needing to know what, if anything, we had to do. We just had to be in locations that we were told we needed to be in. Something about our frequencies being the ones to connect with the frequencies there, for whatever purpose. Vague-sounding I know, but I’ll leave it at that. Nikki constantly told me that if she got a message saying one of us needed to be somewhere then she’d call me, tell me where I had to be and I’d have to book a flight and get out there without needing to know why. With Nikki now gone from this plane of existence, you’d think that was something that wouldn’t and couldn’t happen now. But Nikki is still in touch with me like she’s never left. I get “phone calls” from her, and sometimes physical  shoves. And here’s an example. I love Japan. I’ve stopped over in the country a few times years and years ago traveling to and from New Zealand on JAL flights that included stopovers in Tokyo or Osaka. But I haven’t been for a couple of decades. And a couple of weeks ago, just a couple of days after Nikki had passed on from this plane of existence to move to a higher plane, I got this urge to go to Japan. A real emotional push that I couldn’t release. It was with me constantly, all day long so that I ended up booking a flight to Tokyo and a hotel where I’m going to be staying for ten days. And yes, I’m staying in the wild side in the Shinjuku district, but certain things kept coming to me, things that are going to be important. Shinto Temples and also getting out to get close to Mount Fuji. And then, at the wonderful celebration of Nikki’s life on Thursday 21st August just two days ago, while I was standing in the packed-out church I felt a massive and immediate pain and pressure inside the collar bone of my right shoulder like someone was pressing a finger down hard there. We were all singing the hymn “Morning Has Broken” at the time and I glanced to my right automatically and there, just in the periphery of my vision, I saw Nikki. Big smile, dressed in electric blue trousers and a same colour button-up shirt. I got no words, no “phone call” message but immediately coming to mind was the image of a Shinto Temple and I knew that this is where I was supposed to visit in Japan. The image of this Temple was something unknown to me, but after I got home, I looked up the Shinto Temples in Tokyo and found the one that had been shown to me. I’d never seen it before, but it had been shown to me then in the church with Nikki close by so it had been her showing it to me. I’d been feeling that Nikki was pushing me to go to Japan, and here was confirmation not only of that, but where I needed to go. Yes I was still singing the hymn, but on autopilot because now a vision was coming to me again to my right, and it was a clear quartz-crystal orb that had gold moving and flowing around it so that it seemed to be pulsing between clarity and flowing gold. Before her passing, Nikki had asked me to give her a symbol, something she could use to let me know she was contacting me. She wanted an object and a sound, and I’d given her both. The crystal orb was the object, the sound was the distant call of a howling wolf somewhere in an empty winter forest, a wolf standing at the edge of a cliff and howling at the moon. And yes I heard that too, like a backing track to the singing of the hymn in the church. Morning had broken alright, even though it was afternoon. The message I got was that morning would break every day, not meaning in the physical sense.
  After the celebration service, I drove to Nikki and Peter’s house, where a marquee had been set up and food and drinks were laid on for people to share memories of Nikki. But strangely I stood alone in the field, and I was shrouded in the electro-magnetic fuzz-fog that Nikki always wrapped me in. She was there and all I wanted to do was feel the strength of our connection. In the middle of the field was a tall tree, standing alone just as I was. And from where I found myself standing, I looked up at it and I couldn’t help but smile. The sun was there, behind the top of the tree but blazing through the branches looking down at us all. And that was Nikki there in that golden blaze. She would never leave us, that was clear. And I couldn’t help feeling right then that other connection we shared, a love of animals. Dogs for me more than anything, and for Nikki horses too.

   I miss her, yes I do. But she’s still my friend, and we have adventures ahead. Some things never change.
Peter Lancett, 23rd August 2025