From a young age, I felt an inexplicable tug suggesting there was more to my family than met the eye. It was a question I didn’t yet know how to ask, a mystery veiled in the paranormal events that punctuated my childhood. My father left when I was three, making it difficult to ask him directly. When my mother moved us away without his permission when I was 11, my chances of uncovering any family secrets seemed to vanish.
The paranormal events in my life grew stronger as I aged, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that my family ties were somehow linked to these occurrences. My father, older brother, uncle, and I all shared the surname “Gambier,” but after a particularly haunting encounter with a veiled maiden, I began to question everything. I needed to understand—why me?
Determined to uncover the truth, I embarked on an enlightening journey to know myself. I started by creating a family tree and took a DNA test to ensure its accuracy. The results revealed a bombshell: my bloodline was connected to the “Evestaff” family. Excited and confused, I contacted my dad to share the discovery. It was only then that he revealed the family secret he had kept hidden for so long: his father was “Stanley Evestaff,” a Freemason and mustard seed merchant, and his grandfather, my great-grandfather, was “John Evestaff,” a high priest of the Druids.
My father, seemingly unfazed, felt no need to share this information earlier. This felt like an act of betrayal—allowing my brother and me to believe we were “Gambiers” after his older half-brother, a true Gambier. Both my father and uncle believed it was not in my interest to know the truth, but discovering this lineage suddenly made my paranormal encounters make sense. Had I tapped into my ancestral, inherent esoteric knowledge?
The veiled maiden and her methods began to align with the mysteries of Druidry. Was it coincidental that similar images of her kind appear on third-degree tracing boards of the Freemasons, who influenced modern-day Druidry? My DNA’s makeup was fascinating, but I wanted to know why our bloodlines had been buried and forgotten. The answer lay in my father’s mother’s promiscuous yet frantically religious life. To save face in her community, she named all her children “Gambier” after the only man she had married, though she had four children by different men.
My father recounted an attempt to contact his aunt after Stanley’s death, only to be met with a frosty reception. “How much do you want?” she asked, assuming he sought money. When he clarified he only wanted to introduce himself, she curtly ended the conversation. That was the last interaction he had with the Evestaff family.
Despite being fully aware of my struggles, my father preferred I continue living a lie rather than face the truth I was striving towards. For this betrayal and his abandonment during my times of need, I decided to permanently disconnect from him. Now, I saw him for who he truly was, free from the twisted, toxic input of my mother. Together, they contributed to their children’s suffering.
To correct this family conspiracy, I legally changed my surname from Gambier to Evestaff, embracing my true birthright. Acting on my intuition and spiritual encounters, my research began yielding the answers I yearned for, unfolding through empirical evidence.
When my ex-wife realised I was telling the unbelievable truth, through shared dreams and crimes committed against me, she reassured me during my darkest days that “the truth would come out in the wash.” Her support was a merit to this discovery.
The more I learned about myself, the more answers began to snowball, leading to a growing sense of happiness and liberation. With the golden guardian on my side to battle the injustices of the veiled maiden, I wondered what else I might discover about her and how much more this inheritance of esoteric knowledge would continue to affect me.