The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1919-05-17

I world. I believe all this, yet I hold i that it will prove of the greatest val ue to the world for the Society or Psychical Research to continue its | work.
 I will now try 10 Justify these con- clusions with actual evidence I pro- pose once again to be strictly fair and accurate in reporting facts.
 Mrs. Wynn and I visited Mrs. M- Creadfe at Bloomfield Road, Maida Vale. N. w., on Tuesday, September ! Is, 1917, at three o'clock PM had |! sent Mrs. MCreadie my reports in The Young Man and Woman" know | Of no one in the world who has a | greater intuitive perception into any, ones character than Mrs. Wynn I have never known her wrong in her l judgments on individuals, or tn, mean | ing of their actions l If she says. "I don't like that per- son. or they have acted so because | Of so and So," or "you must not do so and so," I have lived to know that l I ignore her opinion at my periII She | Is always right. Her intuitive faculty IS almost uncanny. I have only to say | that When the sitting was over Mrs. Wynn and Miss M'Creadie acted as sis | ters act! Now to the details of the sit | ting.
 Come and sit here, Mrs Wynn" saio MISS MCreadfe. 'I have some- thing to tell you. A lady called here | the other day. Her son had just pass ed over. told her I was afraid could get no clairvoyant vision of him. but he might spell out a messag ge. So placed my hands on the table, and asked her to take down the letters | as they came" Miss M'Creadie's Vision. | Miss MCreadie rose and went to a tilttie drawer, and took from it a slip | of paper. The following was on it: Wynn Rupert Clifford. Come to thank you. You have helped more than you know. Let father come. Thank you. Tell mother not to doubt. Thank you. Goodbye" q punctuated the sentences. The words were written on the slip in i capital letters, one after the other)
 Were you thinking of Rupert, Miss M'Creadie?' ?'' 'No." Did the lady know us?" "No."
 Did you follow the letters as they came?" No" Mrs. Wynn and I sat and looked at each other in silence.
 see over your shoulder, Mrs. Wynn," said the dear old lady, "a man. a big man, bold face. lofty brow. bald, white hair and beard. He rave the (Aside)-"Yes, friend, Henry-what else?'
 He points to the table. suppose he wishes to give you his other name that way" Mfsc M'Creadie placed her hands lightly upon the table. We waited about five minutes. The table then shook and rocked about as if in ecs- tasy. It seemed alive That means he is delighted to seq you He mods his head to what I am | saying. He is pleased.y' (Aside)-"Yes, friend, your other name?" The table spelt out R KER. Henry Parker!" said Miss M'Crea- die.
 Yes? Thank you. Do you know Henry Parker, MT. Wynn?" He was an elder of mine at the Chesham United Free Church." Well, how marvellous! He wishes you to speak to him." MT. Parker, I hardly know what to say to you. hope you are happy?" said.
 The table shook with a sort of an inated joy, and then answered. "Yes." Yes" (decisive)
 Are you pleased to see me?"
 Yes"
 Do you see and hear me?"
 Do you understand many things now that you failed to believe dur ing your last illness?"
 Yes" (most decisive)
 Miss M'Creadie-"He is emotional He looks at you with longing look"
 Have you met Rupert?" I asked. l
 "Yes"
 A pause.
 The Spirits Hand.
 Miss M'Crea die-"I do not see n1p,. l but l sense Rupert believe he is I placing his hand on mine. Who are you, friend?" Rupert
 Perhaps you will tilt the table to | any one you see in the room m?"
 The table passed to Mrs. Wynn. and | not only tilted up to her face. bur went round the sides of the chair in an intimitably affectionate man. ner. Then it came to me.
 Where do you live? ?''
 No answer.
 Far away?"
 No"
 "In a house"
 'Yes." (slowly.)
 Mics M'Creadie-"You mean Rupert | that your old house is still your psv | c11ica1 homer"
 .sYes" (decisively.)
 Whom did you firSt see when you | passed over7~
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