The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1919-05-15
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My Amazing State,
 "Others are around you," continued Miss TCreadie, land would like to speak to you.''
 Suddenly the aged medium became some one else, and simultaneously I began to feel q sensation I never wish to experience again. say 1t sQIemnly, and say it with deep certainty of con viction. I say Miss McCreadie be- came, as it were. my mother. The bent head, the cough, the extended hand for me to take hold of-every- thing was my mother to perfection and the following words were utter ed:
 My boy! My boy! I still wish to be a mother to you!"
 It was au so sudden. I felt no ex- citement. I made no reply. was quite calm. The vision seemed to last only @ short time-gone! But i'm rnediately after l began to feel the straugest influence stealing over me a sleepy feeling. Then my head gave g. slight jerk, and I seemed to war to go to sleep. I fought the sensa- ton by shifting about in the chair. when suddenly Miss APCreadie open ed her eyes.
 What has happened?" she a='-ed. My control tells me the power pass ed to you. You are a psychic. My feet are like ice.''
 "I have had indigestion, I suppose" :" I replied Tt is a lunch I had at a rests urant.
 Nothing of the kind. Why did you resist? You are remarkable psy- ohic. Have you ever had any phe- nomona?"
 "Yes," I replied. q dreamt one night I had half a crown in my hand, and woke to find 1t wasn't there"
 You are full of fun, but you use it to veil the thoughts going on in your mind"
 There was no chance of making printers pie of Miss M Creadie, who continued
 T say you are psychic. Your best work is done under direct in spiration.
 "A man is standing by you. I hear the name Bob
 "But there must be an odd million or two Bobs in the other world" I remarked.
 sYes; but perhaps only one Bob; you know. He says he won't give his other name. You will know him by Bob best"
 ''wen, ask him to give you my name. please
 A long pause.
 T hear the word pasture" said Miss M'Creadie, but there is no sense in that"
 Pastor, perhaps?' I queried.
 'fNo he says pasture"
 q had the greatest task to control my hilarity. The only "BOb' I eve knew was at Earby, Yorkshire, where I 1ninistered for 12 1-2 years. He was called by everybody Bob" He could never call me Pastor, always Pasture We were great friends, and seem to remember joking with him on one occasion, because he converted me in to a grazing field for cOws.)
 How Little We Know. Then followed descriptions of other spirits. but I recognized none Of them. and although Miss MCreadie appealed to each of them to give her a. full name, there was no response of any kind. The sitting came to a close, and I felt I had been in the presence of a. remarkable. lady, whose powers were evidently taxed by any strain. I have come to the conclusion that all genuine psychic power is variable. It gives you flashes of light suddenly, surrounded by much yer bal contradiction and darkness, but the unbiased investigator will make great allowance. Is not the psychic faculty itself a miracle to us? How little we know? Yet at the close of the sitting I felt more convinced than ever that the failure to give names points to unsuspected depths of spirit life.
 A report of the sittings recorded in the former chapters had appeared in ''The Young Man and Woman" MT. Vango had read them. I received from MT Vango the following let ter:-
 56 Talbot Road. Richmond Road,
 London, w. g.. June 27, 1917. Dear Sir:
 I have read your article in the June issue, which was very interest ing to me, because I did not know until I read it what you had heard when I was in the trance state l can only say the report of the clair voyance Is perfectly accurate. should like to add that I believe you met discarnate human beings-i. e., your late deacons at the Broadway Baptist Church, Cheshana, those at your present church, your sister, sons. and others do not know Ches- ham I did not know you until I n