SPIRIT MESSAGE

Nelson Evening Mail, Volume LVI, 14 October 1922, Page 8

SPIRIT MESSAGE

REMARKABLE STORY

WRITER IN HIE RATIOS

A remarkable story of the psychic powers of a woman who receives spirit messages and writes them in “hieratics,” used by the priests of Asia Minor 7000 years ago is told in the London Times. A world traveller who relates the story says:—

“Soon after leaving the Hawaiian Islands, the flower of tin; North Pacific, the captain of our good ship, the Makura. showed me a. letter that had (■('ached him at Honolulu.

"It contained a sequel to the most singular story in the region of psychic tilings that over i hoard or imagined.

“A .Lrilish woman —Mrs 13.—wlio lives with her family in one, of the Pacific Islands. when' her graudfalher was a mis sionary, has I'eceived within the fast, few years strange communications from persons who lived, in distant lands and a remote century. “Last summer she was a passenger on the Makura, and the captain of our ship, hearing some rumour of her ‘psychic’ powers, asked her if she would care to make an experiment before him. “She agreed to try, and one day she sat down ,it his desk with a pen in her hand, and while the captain and her husband sat together looking at a hook on Samoa, she waited for tier hand to he directed, without any greater concentration than, say, the wireless operator exercises when he prepares to receive a message. “Alter a little while siie ejaculated, ‘what a nuisance! I have got hack to this Pastern writing.’ Lately, on several occasions, she had found herself writing a strange script. —it is largely in straight lines —which vaguely suggested to her and others something Eastern.

“.After writing for some 20 minutes, she gave the manuscript to the captain, who determined to seek an interpreter and probe the mystery. "The first people he showed it to were some Indians, who had come on affairs to Fiji; hut they could make nothing of it.

“When the captain reported his failure to Mrs R. she expressed disappoint merit. adding, ‘I suppose there was nothing in it.’