On February 11, Rector delivered another message from Myers, one that gave some clues as to
what he was trying to do. He told Piddington that hope, star, and Browning were all important in Mrs.
Verrall’s script.
With that, Nora Sidgwick realized that all those ramblings about stars made actual sense. Myers was ever a lover of poetry—and “Abt Vogler” was a poem written by Robert Browning. It was a tale
of a musician, included in that same 1864 book that featured “Mr. Sludge, the Medium.”
Nora hurried to find it among her poetry books:
And the emulous heaven yearned down, made effort to reach the earth,
As the earth had done her best, in my passion, to scale the sky:
Novel splendours burst forth, grew familiar and dwelt with mine,
Not a point nor peak but found and fixed its wandering star.
“The mystic three,” wrote Miss Verrall on February 17, “and a star above it all / rats everywhere
in Hamelin town / now do you understand?” She had been drawing as well—a crescent moon, a star,
and a winged bird. Her illustrated message was signed “Henry.”
Mrs. Verrall now wrote down a message, signed from Myers, saying that he was worried that
Rector did not know the poem so familiar to the rest of them: “I am most anxious to make Rector
understand about the name of that poem.” Some weeks later, while entranced, Mrs. Piper carefully wrote the words, “Abt Vogler.”
“Now, DEAR MRS. SIDGWICK, in future have no doubt or fear of so-called death, as there is none, as there is certainly intelligent life beyond it.”
(The author's commentary: In the end, this sentence is probably the most powerful instigator for all those who want to know the "post-mortem world" and the inner sincerity of "the soul is not destroyed." In the author's long-term research, this is indeed proved; physical death is not the end of human life has vanished, and the "soul" can continue to exist beyond the death of the flesh. We really don't have to fear the death of the flesh. Instead, we should focus on how to improve our "spirituality" in this life.)
Mrs. Verrall was writing messages, purporting again to be from Myers.
“Yes, it’s a great comfort,” Nora replied.
“Yes, and I have helped proclaim it for you all,” the Myers script continued, explaining that he had chosen the Browning poem because it best fitted his own life, wandering the stars. He had more to say, but it was so incredibly frustrating getting even the smallest shred of a thought across. Myers hadn’t realized in life how difficult it would be—even between old friends—to reach through the drawn curtains of death.
“You must patch things together as best you can. Remember we do not give odd or singular words without a deep and hidden meaning.”
(The author's commentary: There is a phenomenon hard to understand. Why can't the ghost/souls send some plain and clear message, but always use metaphors or poems to communicate as a riddle? This makes people feel like in the era of telegraph without the phone. In the era of "telegram", in order to quickly spread the message, the content should not only be streamlined to the minimum, but also a lot of code... "The spiritual world" and the human world are separated by obstacles that are difficult to overcome. What are these obstacles and how are they formed? Of course, the author must emphasize here: I don't believe that it is a god or a ghost, or any living "administrator" is in control, it should be a natural barrier which is unknown to us so far, or is the author's personal research experience... What is the broad "spiritual flow"?)
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PORING OVER THE cross-correspondence scripts, Nora’s assistant at the SPR, a Newnham College graduate named Alice Johnson, suddenly remembered a peculiar letter received from India a few months earlier.
The unexpected correspondence came from Alice Kipling Fleming, a sister of writer Rudyard Kipling and a longtime secretive psychic. For years, Mrs. Fleming, the wife of a British army officer, had been troubled by an uneasy sense of the occult. She did her best to keep her feelings secret,
though, because her family disliked the subject.
“It puzzles me a little,” Mrs. Fleming wrote to Miss Johnson, “that with no desire to consider myself exceptional I do sometimes see, hear, feel or otherwise become conscious of beings and influences that are not patent to all. Is this a frame of mind to be checked, permitted or encouraged? I should like so much to know. My own people hate what they call ‘uncanniness’ and I am obliged to hide from them the keen interest I cannot help feeling in psychic matters.” Mrs. Fleming had read Myers’s book Human Personality and its Survival of Bodily Death, and it had inspired her to begin surreptitiously experimenting. After a recent afternoon of automatic writing, she’d found some lines that concluded with the signature “Myers.” They included some remarkably specific direction to send the text to Mrs. Verrall in Cambridge.
(The author's commentary: The weird and exciting "spiritual phenomenon" has appeared again. A psychic that has no connection with the "Ghost hunters" team has appeared again, and then it is the spiritual message that conveys "Myers". This "Myers" was really a very enthusiastic soul. Whenever he died, he tried to prove to all human beings the fact that "the soul is not destroyed"! And it can accurately request the new message to be sent to Margaret Verrall. From India to the United Kingdom, we can't help but ask us; how the soul/ghost was like passing through time and space can come and go in these two distant distances. This was probably worthy of us. People are working hard.)
Mrs. Fleming didn’t know Mrs. Verrall, didn’t know if the directions were real, doubted whether any part of the message was authentic—but it was precise enough to make her feel that she should do something. She decided to hand off her scripts to the SPR: “Will you forgive me for troubling you with the writing? I do not like to suppress it as it gave me the impression of someone very anxious to establish communication, but with not much power to do it ...” If they did choose to use her work, Alice Fleming asked Miss Johnson and her friends to protect her by using a false name. They did. In SPR publications, she was known only as Mrs. Holland.
When she took a second look at the scripts from India, Miss Johnson found that the so-called Myers had given Mrs. Fleming a near perfect description of rooms in Mrs. Verrall’s house. But even more curiously, she’d written other details that suggested that Mrs. Fleming had unwittingly been pulled into their cross-correspondence experiments. ON APRIL 17, 1907, Mrs. Piper suddenly began fumbling for the Greek word for death. “Sanatos,” she wrote, haltingly. “Tanatos.” Then several days later, it came out right: “Thanatos, thanatos, thanatos.”
Death, death, death.
One day earlier, Mrs. Fleming had mailed a script from India that read in part, “Maurice, Morris, Mors.” The last was Latin for death; it seemed to Miss Johnson that their India correspondent was reaching for the counterpart to Mrs. Piper’s thrice-times death. And Mrs. Fleming continued, “And with that the shadow of death fell upon him and his soul departed out of his limbs.” A week later, Mrs. Verrall wrote, “Pallida mors” (Pale death), and then, “Warmed both hands before the fire of life. It fails and I am ready to depart.”
THE CROSS-CORRESPONDENCE experiments filled hundreds of pages. Not all connected so neatly; not all even made sense. But enough did; enough of those flares of similarity brightened the pages that the investigators saw only two meaningful choices. They must either accept a pattern of exceptional coincidences or accept that they were reading mental messages sent and received by both the living and the dead.
Almost all the psychical researchers reached the latter conclusion. They wished, of course, that the spirits could do a better job of getting their precise message across, that the results would be more exact, that the proof would be more convincing to their critics. They were told, as the correspondence continued, that the spirits wished, in turn, that their human contacts would do a better job as well.
(The author's commentary: Yes! The author tries to objectively examine and speculate on this event and content, and must agree with the conclusions of the predecessors of a hundred years ago; only the "soul is not extinguished" and "the spiritual realm" are established, can explain the all the phenomenon they observed. At least not the paranoid argument that the scientific community has adhered to so far.)
Back in the old despondency,” read one passage, taken down by Alice Fleming and signed “Edmund Gurney.” “Why don’t you write daily? You seem to form habits only to break them.” Mrs. Fleming told Alice Johnson that the complaint spilled out after she had been too busy to spare time for automatic writing. “If you don’t care to try every day for a short time, better drop it all together. It’s like making appointments and not keeping them,” the Gurney message continued. “You endanger your own powers of sensitiveness and annoy us bitterly.”
Some of the messages signed by Myers seethed with frustration: “Yet another attempt to run the blockade—to strive to get a message through—how can I make your hand docile enough—how can I convince them?
“The nearest simile I can find to express the difficulties of sending a message is that I appear to be standing behind a sheet of frosted glass—which blurs sight and deadens sound—dictating feebly—to a reluctant and somewhat obtuse secretary.
“A terrible feeling of impotence burdens me.”
(The author's commentary: Obviously, the enthusiastic souls want to prove that they still exist, they can still be active, and the thoughts that can still be thought are not lost to these companions in the world, but their grievances and powerless feelings are probably similar to the people of the human world. It is very powerless and confused. What is so barrier? At the same time, it is not to be asked. Is there a better way of communication, and even without the use of psychics, it is possible to directly communicate the "spiritual world" and "human world"? This is also a great but very difficult project for my generation and future generations of aspiring researchers.)
WILLIAM JAMES WAS a retired professor now, having taught his last class at Harvard in January 1907. At the age of sixty-five, he seemed noticeably thinner and grayer, but he assured his many well wishers that he planned only to slow down a little, to put more time into his work as a philosopher.
Of course, James also spent many of his newly liberated hours in the company of the self-proclaimed spirit of Richard Hodgson. His desk stood stacked with piles of transcripts, records of the sittings held before Mrs. Piper left for England to do the cross-correspondence work. He was sifting, analyzing, fuming: “It means much more labor than one would suppose, and very little result,” he wrote to his brother, Henry. “I wish that I had never undertaken it.”
Encounters with the Hodgson control veered between a presence so real that James remembered breaking out in a chill during the sitting and, at the other extreme, tedious hours with what appeared to be some peculiar creation derived from Mrs. Piper’s interpretation of the masculine personality.
The Hodgson control tended to announce himself with the unfamiliar heartiness of a campaigning politician, exclaiming, “Well, well, well! I am Hodgson. Delighted to see you. How is everything? First rate?”
Hodgson had never talked like that in his life.
Yet the glad-handing usually gave way to a familiar friendliness, as if the ghost—if it was such— had to pull free from Mrs. Piper before emerging as himself.
The spirit Hodgson teased his old close friends, turned quiet and serious with those he knew less well. One woman had told James that she and R.H. “were such good friends that he was saucy toward her, and teased her most of the time,” which was exactly as the control treated her, “absolutely characteristic and as he was in life.”
Another former friend left his sitting feeling dizzy and shaken. After the irritating greeting period “came words of kindness which were too intimate and personal to be recorded, but which left me so deeply moved... it had seemed as though he had in all, reality been there and speaking to me.” James was determined to be as ruthless an investigator as Dick Hodgson had ever been. Emotional responses were all very well, but they weren’t facts. And facts didn’t count until they’d been dissected into pieces and every fragment examined.
In one sitting, the Hodgson personality had asked a friend to destroy some letters written to a woman and hidden in his desk. “Look for my letters stamped from Chicago. I wouldn’t have them get out for the world.”
(The author's commentary: The above paragraph adds more credibility to the evidence. Even today, it will not be better if it is carried out by my generation. I really want to thank you again for the selfless dedication of these respectable predecessors. Leaving such valuable research materials, especially the hard core evidence, can make us study more practical and more confident!)