San Antonio light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1911-1993, 1923-03-18
BY KATHLEEN NORRIS

lyon knew our GeorClc and loved
him. Would you like to Join us to-
night? He is always with US on
Tuesday evenings"
This sounds like q mothers ordinary
Invitation to an old friend, and such
indeed it was. But the thrill for me
came. because I knew that GeOrdie
had been dead for more 'LGn year.
Geordie was among tn thousands
of young Britons who fell in the fifSt
cruel ruShcS Of the great war, and
Ceordie's mother and 81 many hun
,lreds of other mothers wee causing
an actual epidemic of SpiiitualiSm to
wash over the world.
Even here in America We went
mad over "ouija" boards and plan
Ghetto and automatic writing; l re-
laember hearing a year or two ago
OF a whole village gone crazy, town
ship actually dementcd by these stag
guring plungeS into the unseen. in
England it seemed that everyone was
ticking quite naturally 31d s!mpiy
Stout it; controls and media
we're one of the commonp'Jces OF the
day.
To the books on the subject today
there is simply no end anG IT IS prln-
cipally from these books that L draw
whatever conclusions l have reached
cbout it.
A Seance.
I have them all. Doyle, Lodge,
Cameron, Besant, Stead, King, aud
d, zens Of lesser lights. One at
time I have picked them up in see
oud-hand bookstores; the lrlshman
and his levitations. the FrenchmaE
and his photography. AID L have
been at a seance.
The seance was on lovely summer
night, some five years ago. Inc me-
dunn was man of middle age, ire
mendously respected by a group ot
delightful and conscientious persons,
who had been eager to have me Wit
ress one of his frances.
We had soft music; there were per-
hans a score of us in the -Com. Next
10 me in the gloom, were my sister
and her husband, sceptics wnOm had
persuaded to accompany re.
The medium presently seemed TO go
10 sleep and snOred loudly. One OF
his controls, a southern colonel, i'm.
mediately took possession and talkei
Ger half an hour about 1oiitics ana
ire war. Then the colonel went
and an Indian control care in.
The Indian said that there was 4
tall dark man trying TO get message
through and gave my fathers NAME
Tn the soft anxious fluttar of voices III
rho room / had TO claim ii: james
THOMPSON l know. That was ny
father"
Fathers" Greeting.
NV father had a definite greeticG
for me, he wanted me to remember u
certain place and a certain GATE. Inc
date and city were not those or nv
birth. as it happened, but they were
the statistics of my birth as they an
neared in "Who's Who" both incor-
rect in minor details and later cor
lected.
/ was so staggered, so ashamed, SO
struck by the utter falseness OF the
whole thing that my answers TO my
"fatber" were constrained ard unre-
slonsive in the extreme But pres
emily my sister leaned forward.
Grey Hawk" she said tif that was
,be Controls" name, which, 1ndeei'
| forget, TASK that gentleman IL ne
has any message for me
Him not know you,' sad Grey
Hawk, in extraordinary c'mbinatloa
of Swedish, stage German and chi
nese dialect evidently assumed NJ
% cd Indians when dead. But hay
ssy him likee' you because you, goo;
friend 70 white squaw him daughter
Raying Maniscs.
There was more. But this was
cnough for my sister and me. We
excused ourselves from the hearty sup,
,,er that followed the seance ani
dove home through the dark summer
night in such irreverent gales OF dts