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Maggie Gaule Medium
Mrs. Margaret Gaule Reidinger
From GLIMPSES OF THE NEXT STATE by Vice Admiral W. USBORNE MOORE
From GLIMPSES OF THE NEXT STATE
by Vice Admiral W. USBORNE MOORE
On December 30 I paid a visit to Dr. S., a
famous Unitarian minister and ardent enquirer into psychical phenomena. He
is the author of two or three books on the subject, and the conversation
naturally turned to his latest work. One of the best of the instances of
trance mediumship that he had adduced in that book was connected with a
message which he had received from his son, what had passed over some three
or four years. He took me up to one end of his room and showed me a
portrait, saying: "That is my son, of whom we were talking just now." He
then went to the other side of the room and described to me the portraits on
"Did you know I had a special gathering this evening?" "No, madam: I came to make an appointment for a private sitting." Mr. Reidinger then showed me to a seat in the drawing room, where some forty or fifty well-dressed people were assembled. It was a double room, and in the place where folding doors would naturally be there was a small table, covered with closed letters and various articles, some packed in paper, some exposed to view. In a quarter of an hour Maggie Gaule came in, and standing by this table, gave an address on the objects of spiritualism and the various faculties of Mediums. She denied that the power she exercised was that of telepathy. Her friends in that room brought their Spirits with them, and it was from these spirits that she obtained the information which she imparted; and more to the same effect. All she asked of her audience was that, if she gave a true reading, it should be admitted as correct by the person concerned.
She then took up a small closed parcel, and said: "This parcel brings me conditions of a little child who is reaching out to its mother. It contains a tiny shoe, and inside that shoe is some other article which belonged to the child. Who does this belong to?" To you, madam? Her name is so and so, and she says she would be very happy if she could only feel you had ceased to grieve for her. She says 'Tell Momma that I saw her when she was doing this or that yesterday morning. I wish her to know that I was with her.' More particulars are given. The lady addressed bows her head in assent, unable to speak. Turning to another article: "May I ask who brought this here? You, sir? Thank you. Am I right it contains so and so? It does? I thank you." (Approaching the owner): "I see behind you the Spirit of a man. He gives the name of Albert, and he says he is your father. He wishes me to tell you to have patience for one month longer, and you will find that the railway scheme will work out all right." Then turning round unexpectedly in another direction, without taking up either parcel or letter, she addresses an old lady opposite to me: "Ah! Madam, I see near you a little girl who is saying, ‘Momma, Carrie wishes me to tell you so and so.’ Have you a daughter in Spirit life called Carrie, and another so-and-so? You have? Thank you. Am I right in saying that you came this evening hoping to hear of them, and that you had a seance at your house on Tuesday last, when you were advised to visit me?" Further minute particulars are given. The old lady addressed bursts into tears, exclaiming, "It is all quite true."
Maggie Gaule then returns to the table, takes up a sealed letter, fingers it for a few minutes, and says: "Here is something which shows a most complicated situation. Who brought it?" The man sitting next to me holds up his hand. She walks towards him, but suddenly stops and faces another man: "You have something to do with this. I see a connection between you and this letter" (muses for a few seconds). "Are you a judge?" "No." "But you’re connected with the law; I know it" Was your father a judge?" "Yes." "Well, your father was not a believer in Spiritualism in his earth life; but he had a fair and open mind, and if he knew you were here tonight he would say so-and-so." (The man assents.) "And now, sir" (turning to the man originally addressed), "about this letter of yours. You are in very considerable difficulties. It has seemed to you that your troubles never come to an end. No sooner does one cease than another begins. But a brighter time is coming. I must tell you what the Spirits tell me, not what it is most agreeable to you to hear. The words are sounding in my ear---'Better not have started litigation with those two sons.’ " Further particulars are given. After Maggie Gaule had turned away, my neighbour whispered to me: "Do you know why she mixed up that man with me? He is my attorney. His father was a judge."
Quite twenty minutes after Maggie Gaule turned
round to him and said: "You think I mixed you up with somebody else; you are
During the evening Maggie Gaule sauntered up to me and said: "I see you are wearing a chain, and something hanging to it which belonged to someone very dear to you." (Takes watch and chain, and fingers watch.) "This was not given to you by one now in spirit life, but was the property at one time of a person who has passed over." (All correct). "You have come a long distance, and have traveled a great deal. You have brought across the ocean some photographs. (Here followed some private details which I recognised as correct, but which are unintelligible to those around.) "You are making investigations into the problems of spiritualism and the immortality of the soul. You are going to Boston presently. Do you know, it is a very curious thing, I have tried to bring Dr. S. into communication with his son, and have never succeeded in doing so. He is beside me now, and he wishes me to tell his father that he was with him in his study this morning when you called upon him. He says: 'My father pointed to a picture, and said, "That is my son." He afterwards showed you another portrait of him. He gave you a letter, or authorized you to use his name, to assist you to obtain an interview with Mrs. Piper. Let me tell you, you will not get that appointment yet, next week, nor the week after; but you will achieve your object before re-crossing the ocean. Will you convey the message to Dr. S from his son? You have written to Dr. H. today."
This was correct in all essentials. Beyond the few words I have already mentioned which passed between Mr and Mrs. Reidinger and myself in the hall on my arrival, the seer knew nothing or me, nor of my relations with Dr. S. and Dr. H. She did not know I had come across the sea (even if my lamentable "English accent" had betrayed me, I might be from Canada or the South). The photographs had only been mentioned to Dr. S. I had never set foot in that part of New York in my life, and was an absolute stranger to every person n the room. My thoughts were not concentrated on the events of the morning, and I subsequently ascertained from Dr. S. that he had not mentioned my visit to a single soul.
We have not the faintest evidence that the sub-conscious self can be tapped by a stranger on first meeting. To believe it can is to believe that a Medium can read the motives, character and innermost thoughts of every person he or she passes in the street. Is it not less difficult to accept the fact at once that Maggie Gaule received her information from spirits present---in this case from Dr. S.’s son, who had accompanied me to her house? He and I alone knew what had taken place. Dr. S. himself was not aware that I had written to Dr. H. on that evening.
One rather curious premonition was given to a businessman by Maggie Gaule. "You are in difficulties about a factory for tiles or bricks. More than once you have had to remove because the neighbors taken exception to what they consider the danger of your manufacture."
"Well, yes. We have been fired out of our location some."
M. G.: "I know. There is no real danger; but people around you think there is. Let me tell you, to use your own expression, you are going to be fired out again. Then you have had important dealings with a man whom you have reason to think is not as temperate as he ought to be. Excuse me mentioning these unpleasant details, but I am here to say what I see and what I am told to say."
"Well, I guess he drinks," was the reply.
I have only given the briefest sketch of what
took place in Maggie Gaule’s drawing-room on this particular evening. Some
fifteen or twenty closed letters and articles were "read". All the readings
were admitted to be correct. I am not now holding a brief for American
methods. English inquirers prefer to keep their sorrows private, and shrink
from parading them before a room full of people, however sympathetic they
may be. Be this as it may, there is no doubt that at least a dozen men and
women left the house that night happier than when they entered it, and
firmly convinced that hey had been brought into close touch with their loved
ones who had gone before.
"Is the spirit of Iola present?"
Lark: "Yes; she is here with me."
"Well, go to the house of my mother."
Lark: "I will go to the house of your mother. It is a long way, ever so far off, across the ocean; it is not in London but near it." (Then followed a description of the house and the members of the family attending upon my mother, which was correct.)
Lark: "Where shall I go now?"
"Go to my house at Southsea."
Lark: Where is Southsea? B---- Square, R---- Square? (London).
"Why do you say R----- Square?"
Lark: "Well, Iola says she lived there are one time, but the bog hotel on one side was not there then. Some buildings have been pulled down, and the hotel has been built in their place." (Correct).
"Now Lark, what is the Square like? You have squares here---Madison square and so on. Describe R---- Square."
Lark: "It is a sort of park."
Lark: "Oh yes! Plenty; and you have to open the gate with a key." There were further details all of which were correct.
"Now Lark, go to Southsea, near Portsmouth; you know, the naval town."
Lark: "All right; I see plenty of ships and soldier about. You have something to do with them. Golly! What a lot of cars! You are getting on in the old country. A good description of my house followed; also a good account of my son-in-law, my daughter and their children, who lived in a neighbouring street.
"All the information given in this interview" the sceptic might say, "was obtained from yourself. Dora Hahn told you nothing you did not know before you entered the room." This may possibly be true; but, remember, we were in the dark. But now to close the seance.
The light was lit. I laid a packet of fifteen photos on the table, and, taking care to get out of view of them, asked the Medium to pick out the portraits of any spirits she had seen on this evening. While she was considering she handed me a photograph of my wife, saying: "Iola has just told me that this is your wife, and she says there is another one of her here". She then gave me a second picture of Mrs. Moore. I should like to know how any theory of telepathy can explain this away. Could the medium have obtained this information except from the source she claimed---that is to say, Iola?
The next day I visited Mr. and Mrs. Hermann, two psychics in a remote part of New York. They discovered my name pretty quickly. I tried the photograph test. Mrs. Hermann gave a convulsive movement, and shouted: "Who is the little girl? A spirit is saying in my ear 'Give him the little girl.' " There was only one little girl in the collection of photographs; it was the carte-devisite of my wife at the age of fifteen, in a short dress.
Good tests were given at this seance, but that just mentioned was one of the best. Knocks were going on all around the room, and vigorous taps on the table testified to any true piece of information. No person who had been present could have failed to recognise the activity of intelligence’s which do not belong to this state of existence.
On January 2 I lunched with Judge Dailey in
Brooklyn. My hostess was clairvoyante; and the well known Rev. May Pepper,
of the First Spiritualistic Church of Brooklyn, was one of the
(8) In sat during the meal on the left of May Pepper. When about half-way through lunch, she said to me: "Your father has been in spirit life twelve years; your mother is still in earth life, but she has one foot, so to speak, in spirit life, and she is not long for this earth---she will never see another Christmas." These facts were correct---may father passed out twelve years before and my mother died at the age of ninety, on December 8 following this incident.
After lunch the hostess called me on one side, and said "Your father stood behind you at lunch, and a man who I am sure was your brother; his name commenced with the letter 'A'---Albert, or Alfred, or something of that sort. There was also a sister of yours, whose name is so-and-so." (The information as to the names was correct; they were Alldin and Catherine.)
I should have mentioned that when I was introduced for the first time to Mrs. Dailey, an hour before the above incident, she said: "A sailor has come here; he is dripping with water, and I feel that he was drowned while under your command. His name seems to be Leroy." I could not think who this was; but when I got back to England I hunted through my journals, and found that in June 1873, when I was a young lieutenant in a sloop in the Indian Ocean, an accident occurred. We were under sail alone---no steam available---and during the passage from Socotra to the Maldives experienced the usual gale, called the south-west monsoon. One evening we were taking in the third reef in the topsails when a young seaman called Carey fell from aloft, and, striking the rigging in his fall, plunged into the sea. The lifebuoy was let go. I jumped into a boat, and, with five volunteers, went to his assistance. The sea was high, but a keen-sighted man in my boat saw the buoy when we rose to the top of a wave. When we got up to it, we found Carey on the buoy dead. He had managed to swim to the buoy (how I cannot conceive), but this supreme effort had killed him; and there he was, with his arms around the upright standard of the buoy, drowned. We got on board again before dark, not without considerable difficulty; and I believe this was the young man who had returned from the other side in some feeling of gratitude for the efforts that had been made thirty-one years before to save his life. Everyone knows the difficulty psychics have in reading these names in what is called the 'astral light'. Observe: this lady could not read Alldin, but she said "Albert or Alfred, or some such name". The names Leroy and Carey have three letters in common; both ended with a 'y' there are the same number of letters in both, and 'r' is the centre letter of each word.
When the party went into the drawing-room, after lunch, Mrs. Pepper, who before lunch had refused to give me a sitting that day, because she was tired after the Sunday evening services, she was suddenly controlled by an Indian spirit called "Bright-eyes" who seized my hands, and, in a voice totally different to that of Mrs. Pepper, said "You have brought a parcel with you; will you let me look at it?"
(9) In my breast-pocket was the packet of photographs (entirely out of sight) and two or three closed letters to Spirits. One of these was worded thus: "Please impress the Medium to pick out such-and-such portraits" (mentioning four of the collection). Not a soul in the house, nor in New York or Brooklyn, for that matter, knew that these photos were on my person, nor could any mortal have been aware of the contents of the closed letters.
I handed the packet to Mrs. Pepper (or perhaps I should say to "Bright-eyes"), who laid the photos faces downward on her lap. In this position I was entirely unable to distinguish one from another; to telepathy (the bogey of spiritualism) had not a chance to spoil sport. Within five minutes three out of the four portraits were handed to me.
At lunch I sat next to Mrs. Pepper, and it is possible that, with her marvelous intuition she had read my mind correctly as to the nature of the test I was most desirous to obtain; but I would like to know by what means she was able to select the portraits, unless it was through the agency of supramundane intelligence I had requested to intervene, and who was familiar with the photographs I required. On coming out of trance Mrs. Pepper was much vexed to have failed in discovering the fourth portrait.
I am writing now to give my own experiences of
psychic phenomena, and not to relate the experiences of others; but I cannot
properly bring before the reader, in sufficiently distinct light, the powers
of the Rev. May Pepper without giving at least one instance of the exercise
gift that proved to be of great practical value, and which was told me that morning by the gentleman who had invoked her assistance.
(10) Mr. R. is the son of a couple who had been separated not many years after their marriage. He was brought up by his mother, who had never concealed the fact of his father being alive, but always evaded the question of where he was living. Mr. R. was nearly of age when his mother died, and he became more than ever desirous of finding his father. He was in the habit of attending Mrs. Pepper's Spiritualist Church; and it occurred to him one Sunday evening to out a closed letter on the rostrum asking his mother to give him the address of his father. Mrs. Pepper through the spirit’s guidance, gave the address of a firm in Liverpool, under which his father was employed. He wrote to him at this address and soon received a manly and affectionate reply. (Mr. R. read me the letter). The writer made no attempt to defend his share of the unhappy differences which had estranged him from his wife and son; and he could not visit America just then, but hoped to do so in a year or two; and expressed earnest good wishes for his son’s prosperity in life. It was fated, however, that they should not meet, for a few months after this letter was penned the writer was killed in a street accident.
(11) On the morning following the lunch at Brooklyn I went, by appointment, to "Maggie Gaule" for a private reading. She said: "Your father is here. He says he was with you yesterday at lunch in the house in Brooklyn." (The followed some details which satisfied me that this was not guess-work.) "I hear the words 'Captain' or 'Admiral'. Are you Admiral?" Then a message from my father was give, which was characteristic, and certain details about my immediate family that were correct. The Medium said: "I should like to see that packet in your pocket." (Takes from me the packet of photos). As she held them I could not tell one from another. She handed out one: "This one has an association" (correct). "I know there is some very strong interest in your life connected with this" (hands one of my wife). "I am strongly impressed by this" (hands one of the four photos what I have stated had a special interest for me). "Here is another lady who is intimately connected with you" (hands the second photo of my wife).
It is remarkable (a) that this lady should have known that I had any photo's in my pocket:(b) that she should select three out of the four in which I was especially interested; and (c) that she should corroborate the presence of my father at Brooklyn the previous day.
After various interviews with other New York Mediums, who gave more or less correct information I went to Boston on 10th January. On the 11th I visited three mediums who could not have known anything whatever about me---neither my name, profession, present occupations, nationality nor train of thought. Their names were Mrs. Morgan, Mrs. Henderson and Mr. Porter. Mrs. Morgan, sitting in full light, commenced by announcing the presence of my father and of her medical guide. She described my physical condition correctly, and said: "I sense---following the sea. You or someone closely connected with you, is following the sea as a profession. Have you anything to do with wireless telegraphy?" (my son was about to be appointed in charge of the wireless telegraphy section of the Torpedo School at Portsmouth). Various other details followed which were correct. This medium refused to undertake the photograph test, but gave me some interesting private details.
(12) Mrs. Henderson, after a few minutes' conversation, went into trance, and was taken possession of by one of her guides,, "Sunflower", an Indian girl, who announced Iola as present, and said "You have something of hers with you."
"Yes, I have a photograph."
Sunflower: "Yes, there is one taken some time before she passed over, and one taken at a later stage." (Correct). I then gave the packet to Sunflower, which she laid on her lap photograph’s faces downwards, and proceeded to describe them. Sunflower: "This one makes me feel dreadful" (hands me the photo of a lady whose sister was murdered, under horrible circumstances, in New Zealand). "There is some interest connected with this" (hands a photo to which the remark would apply). "This seems to be a sister" (quite correct). "With this comes to me a laugh --a happy time" (hands a youthful portrait of Iola). "The Spirit condition predominated when this was taken" (hands an older portrait of above).
And so she went on, giving correct accounts of
at least nine of the photographs. As I was completely ignorant which picture
was which, I can account for Sunflower’s prescience only in
one way---viz., that Iola, who knew all the faces except one when she was in earth life, was directing the choice.
Other particulars were given concerning my family which cannot be repeated. They were correct, and my own Christian name was told to me.
Mr. Porter blindfolds his eyes. He gave me some good tests; but some of the people whom he described were uppermost in my mind that morning, and I fancy that, though blindfolded, he was able in some way to draw liberally on my own upper consciousness. There was, however, one very curious announcement towards the end of the interview: "This Spirit says he was with you in St. Louis. Have you been in St. Louis?" I replied: "No; but that was the name of the ship I came over in." The Spirit promised to make his identity known later. Mr. Porter had no knowledge of my name or nationality, but described minutely, my occupation.
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