I will continue with one or two more abbreviated reports from Lord Dowding in 1950 as he revisited the rescue circle which was dealing with obsessive spirits. This showed that ten years after the Battle of Britain, he was still doing important work, of quite a different kind.
Lord Dowding’s notes from 1950:
“Mrs. S. was of mixed Spanish and English parentage, her father being Spanish. She described her symptoms to us, and among other things, she told us that she sometimes felt herself to be very heavy, as if she were made of iron. (This sensation of excessive weight is one of the signs of mediumistic
powers – latent or otherwise.)
She said that she was troubled with distressing dreams accompanied by a nasty feeling in the solar plexus. She had seen the face of one man dressed in
the brown robe of a religious order. She was a Catholic, but not a practicing one, although deeply religious.
Here the medium intervened to say that the monk was a Guide who was there to help her; also that it was her own father who was obsessing her. Part of her trouble was the result of her own intense prayer, which attracted ‘the wrong people’. She had been prematurely advised to develop her mediumship.
At this point the electric treatment began, and there was an immediate outcry from the medium.
FATHER in SPIRIT Oh, Senor! Senor! [In a great state of agitation]. Why do you take me away from my child? I get cut in two [by the electricity.]
FACILITATOR Why don’t you go with your friends? Haven’t you met any friends or relations?
FATHER Yes. I have seen five of my family. They say to me, ‘You go to earth to break down your child’s health?’
FACILITATOR They have a home to go to. Go with them.
FATHER I cannot leave my daughter; but if you give me your promise that you will look after my daughter I will say good-bye, Senor. If you give me your promise I shall be happy. Then I will not worry my daughter – my darling child. I am not so strong myself. I will go away.
This is one of several cases which I have encountered in which the obsessing spirit imagines that he is guarding and protecting the obsessed
Mrs. H. was an elderly lady brought by a friend. She complained of bad dreams and occasional inability to swallow. She felt as if she were being choked. The friend told me that she was very difficult to look after. She would suddenly start shouting, “O God! O God!” in the street. She had been trying to keep her out of an asylum, but she couldn’t keep on much
longer, and seeing a notice about the Obsession Circle, had brought her along as a last hope. The friend looked tired to death, and much more ill than
the patient. Directly the electricity was applied a spirit spoke through the medium in much confusion, shouting:-
SPIRIT Listen to me! Who do you think I am? I cannot be quiet, I cannot get any rest. I don’t want anybody. O God! They are choking me. Oh, I am
choking somebody else. I want to choke that lady. I want you to do something for me. I want to murder somebody. They killed me.
FACILITATOR Why did they kill you?
SPIRIT For my money. They throttled me. I don’t want to leave this place where I am till I have choked somebody. I get my fingers on their throats and I squeeze, but they do not die – that’s the worst of it.
FACILITATOR The woman you are injuring did not do you any harm.
SPIRIT You’re right. I have been in Hell. Hullo! There is somebody who has got a thing like a motor car. I’m going in it. [Crying.] Oh dear, oh dear,
oh dear, have mercy on me. God bless you. [He goes.]
Mr. S. is a pleasant-looking, white-haired man who had visited the Circle before. I was shown the record of his case. The obsessing spirit, a soldier from World War I, thought of Mr. S. as a friend. He liked to accompany him when he went fishing, and so on. This time, as soon as he was forced out by the electricity he explained:
SPIRIT He’s a pally sort and so am I. He doesn’t know who it was, but I taught him the tricks of the trade.
FACILITATOR What do you mean by ‘the tricks of the trade?’
SPIRIT If I told you, you would wish you hadn’t asked. Not before the ladies. You told me to go away, and I did, but I don’t know what happened. You didn’t push me out altogether.
FACILITATOR You won’t be able to stay. You’re going to lose your grip. Sooner or later you will come into the light, but it won’t be for a long time.
Why don’t you go with your friends?
SPIRIT I don’t want to leave because I like him and I’m helping him.
FACILITATOR But you’re not helping him.
SPIRIT I have no proper body here. I’m thin and airy. It’s all so cold. I’m going to find a better hole. Good-bye. I don’t think I’ll come back. [He
sees Lord Dowding.] That chap’s brought a lot of Air Force boys with him. I know one of them; his name’s Robinson. He’s brought his aeroplane. I’m going with him. I’m going up in an aeroplane. I’M not afraid.
Mrs. J, an elderly woman, described herself as ‘emanating’ lots of little black things. Questioned by the Facilitator as to what she meant by emanating,
she explained that the little black things formed inside her and kept jumping off her. She also saw a little old woman wearing a cape down to her knees.
She also said that she sometimes saw several replicas of the old woman at the same time. She explained that she could stop the appearance of the little black things by putting three hot-water bottles upon herself. That cleared them all off, but they came back again. Now, if you were to give the above the above description of this woman’s condition to an ordinary doctor and ask his opinion of the woman’s mental state, I can guess what he would say. And yet this woman was perfectly sane, and did actually see these things with clairvoyant sight. As soon as the electric treatment was started, a quavering voice came from the medium.
SPIRIT I’m a very old woman. I passed out in the country. I want to cling on to somebody because I’m so old. I’m so tired. I don’t want to hurt her. I
am the lady with the cloak. There was a pond in our village; I thought I saw it again just now. I don’t want to go to the workhouse. I was eighty-seven when I went out.
I can see our Willie and Mollie and Dad. They say ‘You come up to bed with us and we’ll look after you.’ They are looking a bit younger now. They say, ‘We’ve got a fire up here.’ They’ve got a bed to put me in. I can’t keep awake. I don’t want to be a nuisance.
SECOND SPIRIT Oh dear! My name’s Annie. I had nobody to look after me. I like to hear her say ‘Go away’. I brought some black children with me; they look ugly. They frighten you. When the moon’s up this lady belongs to the moon. I pull out some stuff [ectoplasm] from her body; I make them up out of her body.
FACILITATOR What a silly game to play!
SECOND SPIRIT I didn’t know I could do it. I saw that happening at a séance once and just tried to copy doing it. I have been very comfortable. I know I harmed her.
FACILITATOR How much longer are you going to play this silly game? Why don’t you go with your friends? Are you going with them?
SECOND SPIRIT If you are not going to be happy I will go away. I promise you I will not do it again. They say ‘No, you must go right away’. I am happier than I was. I will go away forever. I will say good-bye – again, good-bye all.
It will be realized that an apparent cure is not always permanent. There are three possibilities:-
the dislodged spirit may change its mind and return;
there may be other obsessing spirits which have not been dislodged [there are sometimes many spirits obsessing the same patient]; or
the patient may be of the type that attracts wandering spirits and put up no resistance to a would-be obsessor.
It is a regular practice in mental hospitals to give electro-shock treatment. This has most painful results on the patient through the terrific muscular
spasms which it causes. I have no doubt that obsessing spirits may often be dislodged by this treatment, but as nothing is done to reason with the
spirit and persuade it to depart, it returns in many cases as soon as the effect of the shock has worn off. The current of the Wimshurst machine is of very high voltage and tiny amperage, giving mere pin-pricks to the forehead in comparison, and yet the effect on the spirit is intense. It feels on fire, or cut in two.
It is not only the patient whom we have to consider. The obsessing spirits are human, and are often in much greater need of our help than are the
patients themselves. For DELIBERATE obsession is the highroad from the Astral plane straight down to “Hell”, or the lowest plane. I should imagine that
Annie, who manufactured the ‘little black things’ had gone a good long way down that road; and how happy will be the members of the Circle if, in addition to relieving the patients, it should transpire that they have been instrumental in arresting her downward course and turning her footsteps towards the light.
I do not devote much space to attention to the
business of ‘proving survival’. These matter-of-fact
conversations with dead people in the course of the
various processes which come under the generic heading
of ‘Rescue Work’ bring with them an atmosphere of
reality that carries with it absolute conviction.
Subconscious conviction, if you like. One doesn’t
stop to think “Am I imagining this?” or “Is the
medium cheating or making it up out of her own
subconscious?” One is thinking all the time, “How can
we help these poor people?” Hugh Dowding.
Moving now to the mid 1950s in Florence, Oregon
and the husband and wife team of Dan and Doris
Buckley, doing the same type of rescue work. Dan was
the medium and Doris Heather was the facilitator.
They experimented with different lights, and found
that green light attracted disturbed, violent and
undesirable entities. Red light seemed to bring
through peaceful entities and teachers. Green light
combined with blue calmed the violent spirits so that
they could be dealt with, and blue light on its own
was the light of knowledge. It attracted combatants
killed on battlefields and civilians killed in air
raids and other disasters. Blue calmed the
SPIRIT My arm! My arm. It hurts
DORIS Are you in an accident? Can you see
yourself? Your body?
DORIS Where are you? What is your situation?
SPIRIT Pinned under the car. My arm has been torn
off, and I am here. I don’t know how…the arm, it
DORIS Is your body lifeless? Does it look like
it is dead?
SPIRIT [Sadly] Yes, it’s gone. Dead. [Excitedly]
but the ME is here. What happens next?
DORIS Yes, your arm, your body is gone. The pain
you seem to feel is just a memory of pain. You, the
ME of you, is still living, but without your physical
body. Do you understand this?
SPIRIT How? How can I live without my body?
D Your body isn’t really you. You are still
alive. You can talk, can’t you?
S Yes, but how am I talking?
D I don’t know how. This is one of the mysteries
of communication that we do not understand yet. Can
you see us?
S Yes, and as I talk he moves his lips, his arm,
my arm – this is confusing. I was taught that the end
was death. This is different!
D That’s right. This is different. This is a new
beginning. Death is the end of one phase of life and
the beginning of another part of life. You have many
things to learn.
S Too many [overwhelmed by the newness of his
D You will love all the new things you have to
learn. All pain and sorrow are gone. If you’d like
someone to help you now, look around and see if you
can see a light coming toward you.
S I see two pinpoints of light. What is that?
D Those two points of light will become two people
who are coming to greet you. They will help you.
S I’m not prepared for any of this. Who are they?
D They are people who have already gone through
this experience called death.
S They are taking me with them.
D Good. Go with them.
S I’ll go with a reservation.
D What reservation do you wish to make?
S I don’t seem to be able to make any. Thank you
for what you’ve done.
D You’re welcome. Good-bye.
QUAN TSE [Dan’s Guide] Greeting my dear friends.
You did very well to help this man across. Because
of your help, he has entered his new life willingly
and will soon adjust to the new way of living.
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