AN EVENING WITH THE ‘OTHER SIDE’ !
My attendance at an Independent voice physical mediumship sÃ©ance.
By Malcolm Robinson Founder of Strange Phenomena Investigations (UK)
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Well I’ll tell you one thing, what I saw that night, was either the most fantastic conjuring tricks that I’ve ever seen, on a par with anything that David Copperfield or David Blane can do, or, it was simply the most incredible, wonderful, nae ‘supreme’ feats of physical mediumship and independent voice that has ever been!!! Big statements!! You bet. Whatever went on that night in a quiet house in the suburbs of Chingford North London will live with me for the rest of my life.
It all started last year (2002) when a psychic by the name of Monique Elton who lives in North London visited one of the many London lectures that I organise on behalf of Strange Phenomena Investigations. She told me a little bit about herself and mentioned the fact that she holds a weekly physical mediumship sÃ©ance at her home in which independent voice, apports, and the appearance of spirit manifest in front of sitters. “Would I like to come along and see this for myself” she asked !! Well to say that I’ve been looking for this all my life is an understatement. I have been researching ghosts, poltergeists UFOs and various other forms of ‘strange phenomena’ for over 20 years now and although I have seen some quite startling things, I have not been overly impressed as to where the validity of such things lie !! That may sound a strange statement especially from a researcher, but I do question my own mind from time to time when I am in an environment in which strange things occur. Did they really happen ? Did I really see it ? What if my perception of these events was wrong and I was looking at them in the wrong way. ! Maybe it was only psychological things that I have experienced in the past rather than spiritual ! As a researcher I certainly question everything. So to have someone more or less give me everything on a plate was just too much of an opportunity not to take. I had to go. I had to find out for myself whether independent voice and physical mediumship really happens or it’s just all wishy-washy claptrap of people trying to impress one another and perhaps even make a name for themselves. I say all this to get through to you the reader of this article that it is very important that we all question things. Never accept anything on face value alone. Facts are what’s required not supposition and probabilities!
MY TRIP INTO THE TWILIGHT ZONE !
Anyway the day finally arrived (February 18th 2003) and I duly headed off on a cold miserable February night to North London. Monique met me at the door of her lovely house and ushered me in. My anticipation was rising and I knew that many of my colleagues would love to have been with me this night. But as it was, it was agreed that only one ‘new’ person would be accepted into this group of 5 people. After a welcome cup of tea, Monique took me upstairs firstly to inspect an array of apports (objects that come from somewhere else and materialise into a sÃ©ance room). She opened up a small glass cabinet in which she took out various objects from coins to an old scout button, to a Military officer’s coloured braid, which I inspected with awe. She explained that each of these objects had ‘teleported’ into the sÃ©ance room when they were conducting their physical mediumship. Apparently spirit had told her that none of these small objects had been stolen, indeed, it was explained to her that they had been ‘lost’ and that spirit had claimed them and brought them forward into her house ! Monique had labelled and dated these objects with a small sticker placed on the back of each object stating when they had appeared. Fascinating stuff.
>From there she took me into a back bedroom where we would be holding the physical mediumship. Now this was a small room, roughly 12 feet long by 8 feet wide. There were five plastic chairs all aligned in a row facing what’s known as a cabinet. Now for those not familiar with what a cabinet is. Basically it can either be a tall three sided wooden cabinet with a curtain closing off the fourth side in which a psychic medium will sit behind (usually tied in his or her seat) where after a short while spirit would take over the voice box of the medium and talk to those assembled or things would push out through the curtain. In Monique’s room she had draped across the corner of one side of the room, a shinny black curtain supported on a guide rail fixed onto the ceiling. Placed directly in this corner was another small plastic chair (of the kind you get placed in many patios up and down the land)
Monique then asked me to inspect the room to ensure that there were no hidden devices of any kind which could make noises, bangs, raps etc. This was something that I had intended to do anyway. So I began my inspection. I knocked on walls to see if perhaps there were and hidden holes that may have contained something behind the wallpaper, there were none. I then inspected the carpet in the small area where the medium would be sitting for any cuts in the carpet that may have contained devices etc, there were none. I checked the whole room looking for hidden microphones or any other device that could give rise to false noises or anything that could account for what could be construed as ‘paranormal effects’, again, there were none. I was satisfied as best I could be that there was nothing in that room that could give rise to false and misleading effects. With my inspection over, Monqiue took me back down stairs where we discussed the events of previous physical mediumship seances. A few minutes later the doorbell rang and in walked the medium for the night a Mr Bob Nelson (pseudonym) and his wife. I didn’t know what to expect as I had heard quite a bit about him (but only on that night from Monique not before). He was I would say, in his 50’s thin to medium build and just looked like any other person of that age. Bob and his wife were also accompanied with one of their friends a woman in her late 50’s. We sat talking for a bit about spiritualism after which Monique asked Bob if he would like to go up to the bedroom and get ready. He duly nodded in agreement and Monique and I walked with him up the polished wooden staircase into the back bedroom. Now although this was a February night, the room temperature was actually quite warm, certainly very comfortable. We sat Bob down in his chair whereupon Monique brought out two quite broad Velcro straps for me to inspect and asked me to place these straps tightly but not overly tightly, onto his wrists (she helped as well). We did this and I felt that this was a much better idea than tying the medium’s wrists with rope as you would probably not hear the sound of rope being untied, but with Velcro that was a different matter. The noise this made (as I tried it before I placed it on his wrists), was indeed very noisy and there was no mistaking that if you tried to remove this, even in the dark, boy would you hear it. The medium then removed his shoes where his white socks shone like a beacon, (more on that in a moment !) I checked his upper body for any devices (telescopic rods etc) but couldn’t detect any. I then padded up his trousers legs like a police officer checking someone for drugs but again couldn’t detect anything. He sat back in his chair and we asked if he was comfortable, he replied that he was, and with that Monique pulled the shiney black curtain over in front of him in which his two feet could be seen sticking out from underneath the curtain (more noticeable because of his white socks)
There was a large heavy bowl of water next to the cabinet of which I asked Monique what purpose did that serve. She mentioned that spirit seems to take energy from it and it helps the proceedings!! Well I wasn’t sure about that, as I hadn’t heard of that one before. Also next to the cabinet (about a foot or so away from it) was a small chest of drawers of which on top of it was placed a piece of hardboard. Marked on this hardboard were fluorescent strips in the shape of a cross. There were also two small configuration of bells on two of the walls in the room. These bells reminded me of a snowdrop flower, tiny small bells dropping down from each other, Monique explained that spirit regularly rang these bells when a session was in full swing. We again asked the medium if he was all right to which he replied he was, and with that we switched the light off in the room and walked out the door. We rejoined those assembled downstairs and after 10 minutes we decided that it was time to return to the upstairs bedroom and begin the session. Monique explained that the medium needed this ‘quiet time’ before we entered the room to tune into spirit and get ready for what was to follow. Monique also asked us at this point, to ensure that no metal objects were brought into the seance room, keys, watches, coins, mobile phones etc. And we all deposited our loose coins and took off our watches and placed them outside the room.
THE TENSION MOUNTS.
By now I was quite excited if not a little apprehensive. What if something really major happened that tested my enquiring mind to the limit!! What if I couldn’t cope!! What if nothing happened as usually did in these circumstances when a researcher is invited into the sÃ©ance room! All these thoughts and more were going through my mind as I walked up the staircase to the top landing. We all took off our shoes and entered the room. The room was dimly lit by a small red light on top of a wardrobe but it was sufficient enough to see the outline of everything and the people in the room. Indeed as your eyes got accustomed to it, it really wasn’t that overly dark at all. Monique said that she would audiotape the session for me (she usually recorded these sessions anyway). We all sat down in our places. I was sat next to Monique’s husband, he was sat next to the medium’s wife, and she was sat next to the other lady I mentioned earlier. Monique then said a prayer to spirit thanking them for all their spirit manifestations at previous seances and hoped it would be the same tonight. No sooner had we sat down than Monique pressed play on another audiocassette, which began to play songs from yesteryear. Old traditional English and Irish songs flooded the room, which I already knew, also helped create the ambience and conditions for spirit to come forward. I could feel my heart beating as I looked around the room waiting for something to happen at any moment. Everyone by now was singing along with the songs on the tape (as they probably knew them off by heart having done this week in and week out). I thought I saw small flashes of light in the air a few feet in front of me but I am definitely putting these down to my eyes adjusting to the conditions rather than spirit!!
The five of us were only about three and a half feet away from the cabinet and again the medium’s white-socked feet could clearly be seen sticking out from underneath the curtain. It was at this point that I realised that whilst I had been downstairs after leaving the medium alone, he could have had the opportunity to untie himself and prepare his shenanigans!! (If that was indeed what he was going to do!). I wish I had have inspected the medium when I came back into the room. But I’ll come back to this point shortly for it is quite important. I would say that it was about eight minutes into the proceedings that the first of the many things that night began to happen. One could clearly hear loud audible rapping’s coming from the centre of the room. Monique quickly scrolled down the volume on the audiocassette. These knockings/rapping’s were, as far as I could ascertain, coming from what appeared to be the middle of the room. It was like a stereo effect. Zip zip from left to right as if you were swinging the balance button on a stereo system. Then there were heavier rapping’s coming from somewhere else, it seemed to me to be coming from outside our room. I then heard rapping’s coming from the wall. Now whilst this was going on and whilst the music was playing earlier, which I must add wasn’t overly loud, I was straining my ears ever so much in the direction of the cabinet, listening for any deceiving sounds of the Velcro straps being pulled away, at no time did I hear that unmistakable sound at all. The rapping sounds then faded and Monique again put the music back on. Suddenly there were coughing sounds coming from behind the curtain and after a few more seconds came one of the first ‘spirit’ ! voices of the night. It belonged to a little girl called Marie. Marie a ten-year-old Polish girl had died under traumatic conditions in the infamous and horrendous German Concentration Camp called Auchwitz. Now it’s so easy for anyone to mimic a voice I’m not that naÃ¯ve to think that this isn’t possible, sceptics would certainly say that this was the case here. And that’s maybe so, but what we have to bear in mind is the fact that spirit are taking over the medium’s voice box to communicate and as such you will not get the clear and concise reproduction of any alleged spirit communicator, so in that regard I had to accept that what I was hearing could well be this little girl.
She sounded young and chirpy and was quite jovial and I was surprised when she asked me directly if I was scared. I replied I was not and thanked her for being there. Marie poked fun at Monique (in a nice way). After a few more minutes of Marie talking to those assembled, the voice suddenly stopped and there was silence again in the room. Hmm Interesting I thought but nothing that could not be done by anyone !! Monique again started the audiocassette and more music flooded the room. So there I am, sitting and quizzing what I have heard when a new voice began to sound out from behind the curtain. This was Jonathan a London cockney. Jonathan sounded very articulate and intelligent and this voice was clearly coming from the direction of where the medium was sitting, but to my surprise, the voice shifted !! For where the voice had been coming from near enough the centre of the curtain before, the voice could plainly be heard coming from firstly the bottom left hand side of the curtain, then it moved to the bottom right hand side of the curtain, back to the middle, then it appeared to be coming from the ceiling!! Now again audibly this was quite impressive but my inquisitive mind kicked in once more and I began to think along the lines of someone throwing their voice. Now I haven’t actually heard anyone doing this but I know that it can be done. Was this the case here!! There is absolutely no denying that Jonathan’s voice was everywhere from every part of that curtain. Had he got up out of his chair and bent down speaking from near the floor to rising up to speak near the ceiling. Certainly not, because his white socked feet were clearly in view all the time and the soles of his feet were planted firmly on the floor. They didn’t rise at all! I was impressed but again not overly due to the possibility that the medium could have been ‘throwing’ his voice hard to tell as we couldn’t see him only his feet. Jonathan, as I later learned, used to work at Covent Garden selling vegetables and first spoke at Monique’s sÃ©ance’s 7 years ago. He was around 70 years of age when he passed into spirit and apparently Monique had ‘rescued’ him as he was between worlds and he regularly came back to the sÃ©ance room, as he was such a good talker. Monique says with pride that he is the spokesperson of the spirit team.
A SURPRISE REQUEST !
At this point Jonathan spoke to me again and said that I hadn’t inspected ‘his’ medium’s wrist ties (he was speaking on behalf of his medium) He said that I may be sceptical and that I should come forward and inspect ‘his’ medium and ensure that all was in place! This comment drew gasps from the other sitters and Monique quietly said to me this had never happened before that it was extremely unusual for anyone to approach a medium whilst he was in this state (even I knew this). He asked me to approach ‘his’ medium and with that I rose from my chair and slowly walked towards him. I gingerly pulled back the shiney black curtain and peered towards him. What met my eyes was a serene scene. The medium had his head bowed slightly onto his chest but it was his face that really caught my eye. All over his face was a warm soft fuzzy/hazy glow like the effect you get from one of those new fangled warm soft light bulbs that have been advertised on television recently. He looked peaceful and content. I then inspected his wrist straps, yes sure enough they were in place and I gave one a little tug and as I did so you could clearly hear the unmistakable sound of the Velcro coming unstuck. So I then pushed the strap tightly back. I touched both wrists, they were warm and I could hear his soft breathing. To all intents and purposes he seemed as if asleep. I stepped back a bit and closed the curtain and returned to my seat. Now readers, this is where my conception of reality took a turn.
I had just returned to my seat when all of a sudden the curtain billowed out with the shape of a person, (I kid you not!!) The curtain came up so far that you could see the medium’s legs and looking at his feet, yes they were still firmly planted on the floor. One could clearly see the outline of a head, shoulders, and body coming towards (being pushed through the curtain) the sitters in the room. This really stunned me. Seconds later the curtain dropped and the curtain was completely straight again. Wow, how did he do this I thought to myself? I had just a second or so earlier checked his wrists and he was clearly tied by the wrists to the chair and then suddenly this shape appeared!! I was now beginning to think that maybe something spiritual really was happening for I had previously been thinking of all the possible tricks of the trade which might give rise to false and misleading effects.
More voices came forward; there was a voice of Father James an Irish Monk who lived, as Monique later informed me, 200 years ago in a monastery in Cyprus. He joined Monique’s circle just over two years ago. Father James sounded very intelligent and well spoken. Suddenly ‘two’ human like shapes stood at both sides of the curtain (behind it) and they too began to push through the curtain all the while the medium’s feet remained firmly flat on the floor. We then all heard the sound of ‘thumping’ on the carpet at the medium’s feet. Monique clapped her hands and said that ‘Blackie’ a spiritual dog was now with us. (A regular attendee at her weekly seances) Indeed it did sound like a dog wagging its tail firmly on the carpet. At this point one could clearly see the shape of a small animal scurrying around at the bottom of the curtain. I thought I saw a small black nose sticking out from underneath the curtain (but I’m not really sure)! Blackie moved all along the bottom of the curtain moving from the left to the right hitting it’s tail as if excited on the carpet. Wow, things were now really hotting up.
THE LOST KEY !
Then everything stopped and I thought perhaps that was it. But no, a very large human shape began to take form pushing through the curtain to my left, Monique asked who this was but no reply came forward. She asked several times “Who are you” but no reply came forward. To be honest, I didn’t really like this shape, to me it was kind of menacing and different I just can’t explain it. Marie made another appearance as did Jonathan and I actually spoke to them on certain issues for a few minutes. Indeed, Jonathan enquired of me as to did I know an elderly woman who was in spirit that played the piano, I thought that this could be my gran. He then said that I had lost a key recently, not any old key a special one, a different one, and this was not a house key. Boy was that correct! I lost a key to a small cashbox a few months ago, which I’ve hunted for and not found (how could he have known this!) Jonathan then asked me to come forward to ‘his’ medium once more and inspect that all was correct. Once was incredible enough to be asked, but twice!! I again rose from my chair crossed the room, pulled back the curtain and that same vision that I had saw previously was there. The medium had his head bowed down slightly onto his chest, that warm soft glow was surrounding his face, and yes those wide Velcro wrist straps were clearly in place and secure. Satisfied, I closed the curtain and went back to my seat.
A few minutes later and the unmistakably sound of the bells on the wall rang out; admittedly only once and clearly no one was near them. As I mentioned before there was sufficient light in the room to see one another (red light) and one could clearly have seen anyone getting up off their seat to do anything. At this point Jonathan once more came through and asked if we would like an example of spirit power. Needless to say all agreed whereupon Jonathan asked that we switch off the red light to give more power for spirit to work. Monique quickly extinguished the red light and the room was catapulted into inky blackness. Now this really was dark, you just couldn’t see your hand in front of your face. I knew I would have to be on my guard at this point and listen intently for any sound that I couldn’t account for more so the sound of those Velcro wrist straps perhaps being taken off, (ever the sceptic!) The only light source that could be seen was those luminescent strips sticking on top of that piece of hardboard, which was resting on top of the small chest of drawers. Monique again played some music and all of us began to sing to those old sing a long songs (oh one of which was Tom Jones!) Once more I was thrown into confusion and bewilderment, why!! Well because coming towards us was what I initially thought was only this small piece of hardboard with the luminescent strips on it. It was getting closer and closer it was moving ‘not’ in an undulating manner as if someone was carrying it, no, it was moving in a straight line. It then stopped still. Now this is where something really unbelievable happened (at least to me) I’ve heard many times of drops in temperature in haunted houses or sÃ©ance rooms, indeed I’ve experienced it a few times in my life in my Investigations. What happened next will live with me to the day I die.
A FREEZING ROOM !
Suddenly there was an extreme, (and please believe me when I say extreme) drop in temperature. The best way I can liken it is for you the reader to imagine that you are sunning yourself on a beach in the Caribbean and then suddenly being dropped in your swimwear into the cold North Atlantic during a steely winter storm, it was that bloody cold. I have never ever experienced anything so bloody cold in my life. It was wafting all over us in strong breezes and the bottoms of your legs were as if encased in ice. I then experienced something on my face like walking into lots of cobwebs. Can any of you older readers remember the Fairground Ghost Train where you went inside in your car and during parts of that journey inside the Ghost Train pieces of string that were hanging down from the roof of the Ghost Train fell about your face!! Well that’s exactly what it felt like to me. Pieces of thin gauze like material all moving over my face.
Marie and Jonathan then communicated again and a lot of this was jocular. It was at this point that we had yet another spirit voice, that of Sadiq, a Persian Prince who lived over 2000 years ago. Monique informed me that he was a Christian and a very wise man and does not speak that much at their circles but when he does it usually is on serious matters. After about five minutes Sadiq said that he was losing the power and could we turn the lights on again. And with that, Monique switched on the small red bulb situated on top of the wardrobe. Now the sight that greeted our eyes was something else!! About a foot away from me was this small chest of drawers and I had thought that it was just the hardboard that was moving in our direction, not so, it was the full chest of drawers itself!! Jeez, this chest of drawers had moved about 3 and half feet away from the wall apparently without anybody (well human anyway) moving it. I hadn’t heard anyone from our party getting up, crossing my line of vision, and moving it. I hadn’t heard the breaking of the Velcro straps on the medium for him to get up and move it. Then Monique’s husband cried out, “Hey look what’s at my feet” ! I looked down at Monique’s husband’s feet and was surprised to see that large bowl of water that I referred to earlier had moved itself from the wall next to the chest of drawers, and was now firmly resting on Monique’s husband’s foot ! We all looked at each other in astonishment and laughed aloud whereupon Monique once more played some music on the tape recorder.
O.K. CAN YOU DO THAT AGAIN !!
I sat back in my chair contemplating the sight and sounds that had befell me. Bewilderment is not the word that does a situation like this justice. The chest of drawers moving, the bowl of water moving were one thing, but what really got to me was that intense and localised freezing as if you had walked naked into a large industrial freezer. A few moments later, Jonathan’s voice came back and he was amused that we were amused. He spoke to me and asked me what I thought, I said that I was very impressed and asked him to do it again. I asked that he return the chest of drawers back to the wall and for him to bring forth those icy blasts once more. Could he do it I asked! He said that he would try and asked Ma Cherie (his name for Monique) to extinguish the red light once more.
We once more played some music to continue to assist the conditions. Now this chest of drawers was within my reach and because the red light was now extinguished the room really was engulfed in complete blackness, so I leaned forward and hooked one of my fingers of my right hand onto the chest of drawers and kept it there. I said to myself if this thing moves I’m sure going to try and stop it. A few seconds later and there it was again, like a blast of cold cold wind from the North Atlantic a terrific cold breeze wafted across us all. To be honest with you, I should have inspected my breath to see if it was frosting up in the air but it was so dark in the room that I would not have seen it. Suddenly I felt a jerk on my finger and the chest of drawers started to slip away from me. This time however it moved in a wobbly fashion as opposed to earlier where it had moved clean and straight. I tried to hook my finger back onto it but to no avail as it was by now clearly moving backwards to the position where it once came. More icy blasts of wind and more cobwebby feelings caressed my astonished face. After a few seconds the slow movement of the chest of drawers seen only by the fluorescent strips stopped and I wondered had it really found it’s original place in the room. Jonathan spoke again and said that conditions were now getting weaker due (no doubt) to my insistence that he repeat the incredible drops in temperature and movement of the chest of drawers. Monique switched our red light back on and low and behold, there was the chest of drawers almost exactly situated where it originally had been. The bowl of water however was still near Monique’s husband’s feet. Who knows, if I had have asked that to move back to it’s original position it too might have done so.
Monique decided to bring a halt to the proceedings and just before we closed this session, another amazing thing happened. In very quick succession all the ‘voices’ that spoke that night spoke to the medium asking him that he should now wake up. “Wake up” said Marie, “wake up” said Jonathan, “wake up” said Father James. “Wake up” said Sadiq. We could then hear the sound of the medium coughing slightly. At this point, Monique said a short prayer. Just slightly over two and a half-hours had passed since I first sat down with baited breath. I certainly wasn’t disappointed. After the prayer, the medium’s wife crossed the room, pulled back the curtain and by this time the medium was coming back into this world. He looked puzzled if not somewhat bewildered. I again left my seat and walked over to him his Velcro restraints were still in place, I padded his jersey again looking for telescopic devices that may have been able to push out the curtain, there were none. I padded his trouser legs again looking for secreted devices, nothing. I asked him how he felt, groggily he said he was fine but a little tired. (I guess I would be as well if I had been sitting in that same position for over 2 hours!!!)
We un-strapped him from the chair and I had a quick look behind his chair and around his chair looking for ‘anything’ that may have given rise to those incredible effects, again nothing. I must admit my view on the workings of the universe dramatically changed that night. I had experienced intense drops in temperature, something moving all over my face, spirit voices, rapping’s, bells ringing, movement of objects everything that I’ve ever looked for as possible evidence that there is a spirit world. But at the end of the day, what has all this achieved for me. ! I’m an individual researcher who is trying to obtain proof or at least evidence of ”something’ which I hope Joe Public will look at. I’ve always said that mankind is at the bottom of a spiritual paranormal ladder and that we know so very little about the make up of not only our universe but also the unseen universe around us. I should also point out that Monique informed me that there are ‘other’ spirit people who pop into her sÃ©ance room from time to time, some are just wandering she says, whilst others are lost and are in need of ‘rescuing’. Some quite famous names have also popped in from spirit to say hello from time to time, the famous Spiritualist and medium Jo Benjamin has said hello as has one of Britain’s most finest mediums, Scotland’s Helen Duncan. To end this article, I would now like to address some points, which I feel need to be said. I could be incorrect on my thoughts and feelings on these issues and I guess it’s up to others to pull me up about them, however here they are for what they are worth.
Malcolm’s thoughts on the workings of spiritual evidence.
1. Why do physical mediums have to be behind closed curtains!! O.K. I accept that due to the nature of the phenomenon, spirit has to build up a certain amount of energy to ensure phenomena will happen. Surely however we can get round this and keep the room dark but focus an infra red camera towards the medium letting us clearly see if the mouth of the medium moves whilst these spirit voices are talking. Yes I am also aware that many people claim to have heard spirit speaking through medium’s looking directly at them and the mouth is not moving but the sound is coming from the larynx of the medium. Of course, if there were no curtain then you wouldn’t get the other phenomenon of the curtain billowing out which when you see this is quite a sight I can assure you. So let’s try and capture on video tape, film of the face of the medium whilst the spirit voices are in control.
2. I mentioned some of my thoughts on this sÃ©ance at a meeting of my society Strange Phenomena Investigations where our guest speaker for the day one Montague Keen (from the Society of Physical Research) mentioned that yes more infra red cameras should be placed in the sÃ©ance room but criss crossing every angle so every point of the room is covered, a point I readily agree with. Let’s ‘do this’.
3. Why can’t certain types of physical mediumship not happen in ordinary white light !! We had to turn off the red light in order for more energy (So I was told) to build up so that spirit could move the chest of drawers and cause the intense cold to waft over our faces. Why couldn’t they do this in the subdued red light condition? or in soft white light 30 watt bulb ! Let’s try it !
In closing what I saw and experienced that night will live with me forever. Either this was some of the best and honest physical mediumship for a very long time, or everyone in the room known to each other and who sit together in these circles weekly, were in collusion to fool and impress me so that I would go out and tell the world. Admittedly I’m not one to sit on my laurels, if I witness something which I believe to be genuine, then I’ll shout this out from the rooftops. What I’d like to see now, is for more infra red cameras to be brought into these weekly seances, but not only that, I want to see respected members of the ‘better’ press visit North London, see this for themselves and write honestly about it. But for me it doesn’t even stop there. I also want members of the prestigious Magic Circle to come and visit who know how to make some of these events happen by professional conjuring and say to them, “O.K. chaps, I’m convinced of what is going on here, you are the guys who can do this for a living, what do YOU think is going on” !
Readers, we all know this is a funny old world and some of you might think that this night that has impressed me so much and to write this article for you, was nothing short of nonsense and make believe. It’s easy for me to say, how I wish you had have been there. That’s true of course, but by God this type of evidence should not be confined to the select few. We have to bring seances like this out into the open. Get better men than me to look deeper into the workings of physical mediumship. At the end of the day the Christian Church state that we must have faith, faith in Religion, faith in Jesus Christ, faith in our Lord, what I say as a researcher is this, Yes of course we should have faith but this faith should also be backed up by facts. If I told you I spotted a polka dot Elephant in the Sahara you would look at me, grin and say “well Malcolm good story mate, any facts to back this up” ! (I think you know what I’m getting at)
Researchers the world over are not Investigating strange phenomena for a laugh, we are after cold hard facts, be it to prove or disprove. I was impressed by a number of things that night (more so that coldness, how I wish you the reader could have experienced that jeez) Physical mediumship and Independent voice was once very big in the U.K. 50 odd years ago, it’s quite rare now, and I say that we have to bring this more out into the open. Get the cameras in, get the press in, get the conjurers in. But will those spirit entities entertain what could turn out to be nothing short of a circus, probably not. But there must be some common ground. Apparently the only phenomenon that didn’t happen the night I was there was the spirit actually shaking your hands which Monique said they do from time to time.
So there we have it, I experienced something that I’ve been looking for all my life and I’m now telling many people about it. You the reader may have your own thoughts and opinions on this matter. Do we delve deeper or leave best alone? One things for sure there clearly are more things in Heaven and Earth Horatio, than ever dreamt of in ‘anyone’s philosophy.
I now view the world through different eyes.
Â© Malcolm Robinson, Founder SPI Scotland-England.
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