Oakham resident and psychic author Diana Mary Rose recently write an essay called 'The Ghosts of Tickencote Church, Rutland.' 

Tickencote Church was mostly rebuilt in 1792 but some areas of it date back to the Normans from the mid-12th century. The church underwent significant repair in 2019 when it was passed into the care of the Churches Conservation Trust and was reopened to visitors in June 2022. 

Diana has previously published several books, including Reincarnation in Gaia's Bower. She is publishing her third book Mystic Psychic soon. 

In her essay, Diana discusses her experiences and encounters with ghosts at Tickencote Church, as well as discussing the energy the space gives her. 

Oakham psychic author shares ghostly experience at Church in Rutland (Photo: Diana Mary Rose via Facebook)

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Ghosts are known to exist. They are real. They simply have no time to wave and be friendly to every person walking around. Indeed, most people could be concerned if they saw a face from another time staring into their eyes and asking them to do something. Ghosts are here on Earth to contact the living. So, when a ghost turns up in a local churchyard, there is the perfect opportunity to believe in it. Whatever that "it" may be, for it is unlikely that a ghost will reveal its sex to you. There is a smell maybe, or even a shiver down the spine. Ghosts come into and leave your auric body as and when they choose. The leaving produces a shiver. The coming creates a sense of anxiety that something may have occurred. 

Walking around a ghost town, otherwise known as a church yard, down here, is spooky. I went over to Tickencote Church recently. This is a local church to me in Rutland, UK. The ghosts were everywhere. Some were in the belfry, that place where they hang out every day of the year. All church belfries are full of ghosts and yet in Tickencote they had diversified. They were downstairs as well, strolling around the outside, and in the nave too. One was viewing the old well in the centre of the aisle where once a fairy dell had been. He was considering its value now. It's changed, he thought, and wandered on. Today, Tickencote is lost to its once vibrant community. It is decommissioned. One place a ghost will never go is the chancel. That is sacred and meant only for a priest to enter. The sacristy is similar. Ghosts know how to behave in a consecrated area of peace and love. They have respect. Ghosts tread carefully. They will whisper to you while you kneel. They will vibrate near to your chest while your prayer is heard. This moment matters, and they help it along. They know the full consequences of a prayer, and it can be stunning. It knows how important the prayer is to human survival.  

Tickencote very different from other churches around. The ghosts are prowling about all over the area because they have the right to move away from the bells, where they consider themselves to be safe, and are proud to be visiting monks in an age of pure love. They are the Atlantean heralds, waving their flags to allow others to understand how much change has occurred over recent times.

As for me, I wandered around oblivious to my following. I am clairaudient and not used to viewing a ghost in person. The shivers are there. I knew they were around. They would view me rather differently. I see them as benign entities. They see me as a healer and in general terms someone who understands their situation. That is good. A ghost needs a friend on the Other Side. They see me as a psychic warriors of truth. This is how a ghost experiences a psychic woman. He sees her as a warrior of light. An engineer of wonder. Ghosts respect women of good and humble background too. They are forthright in the thought that war is engendered mostly by the male species on Earth. Tickencote is warrior territory today. It is open to the odd woman tiptoeing through into the nave and enjoying the view. However, a ghost will never believe in its own failing, which is to haunt you, the visitor. It simply enjoys the presence of another spiritual person.  

Tickencote is now an open space for contemplation, and yet its splendour is nowhere to be found. It is merely an ancient building. Does that matter other than to a ghost? No. They see it still as a consecrated and yet liberated space for them to wander and enjoy the view.