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Rescue Circles (8) Clairaudience and EVP possiblities in rescue work.
Dowding, and earthbounds in wartime air-raids and bombing, and an example of Clairaudience.
One of the main reasons Air Chief Marshal Lord Dowding wrote his four books about Spiritualism was that he wanted to get away from the rather sterile attempts to prove the facts of Survival and Communication by argument alone, which becomes a never-ending and inconclusive battle of opposing viewpoints, as it remains today. So a great deal of his writing was simply to give a straightforward demonstration of survival by recording what went on in the various circles he attended. Being a high ranking Air Force officer, he was the ideal witness to provide reliable factual data.
However, he did review the whole field of religion and spirituality, and in his last book, "The Dark Star," written in 1950 and published the following year he pointed out that it was futile to have a Society of Psychical Research whose Presidents and members quite often turned out to have no belief in an afterlife at all! The brain , according to some, was the residence of the soul and spirit, and with its demise, so died all hopes of survival! Such ideas persist to present times, as can be seen in a recent article attributing Near Death Experiences to biological rather than spiritual causes. Also, in the various challenges the Society and various skeptics have made to mediums to prove their abilities, and demonstrate that their phenomena are real, offering a reward, which of course is never given, he wisely suggested that mediums never accept such biased challenges. Unless a totally independent adjudicator or panel of assessors be in charge of the proceedings, a medium shouldn’t expose herself or himself to such humiliation. In every case to date, when mediums have accepted the challenge, they have been set up, and the hostile conditions and procedures devised by the testers, allowed for very
little authentic spirit activity at all. The same can be said for most television and radio panels and interviews.
The Air Marshall was a wise man, and so was his chief guide, and his rescue work continued to be accompanied by the spirit of his first wife, Clarice, while his work in public was to assist his second wife with her “Beauty without Cruelty” organization.
Before going back to his sittings with Mrs. Hill and her father, Colonel Gascoigne, let us look at an account in "The Dark Star" given by a modest clairaudient friend of his about the rescue work done with earthbounds, most relevant to modern EVP research.
[The above, Richard R’s notes.]
In his introduction to these excerpts, Dowding himself wrote: "I use the word earthbound in this connection to indicate a state where the etheric double has not been shed at death, and the victim is consequently between the two worlds, seeing the physical but being unable to communicate, and not seeing the astral or its inhabitants and so being cut off from that world also. Those who recognize the possibility of spirit help, and reach out for it, find it. The drifting crowds which are described below were drifting and lost solely because they had not asked for help.
It is very important that this idea shall be spread as widely as possible. It doesn’t matter so much even if people won’t accept the truth NOW; but sooner or later they may find themselves in this distressing predicament [after passing] and then they will be glad to find that they have in the back of their minds the idea that, if they cry out for help, help will be forthcoming.
Always at death there is SOMEBODY to meet the soul as it leaves its physical body – maybe a relation or a close friend, or perhaps some one of the invisibles with whom it has a special tie. But it does not follow that the messenger can make himself or herself seen or heard; that depends upon the extent to which the new arrival had developed his or her spiritual sight."
The clairaudient lady’s account given to Lord Dowding:
"I boarded the bus to go up to town. I went up the bus stairs and took the front seat. There was no one else on the top deck - at least that is what any of us would have said.
I had hardly settled when I sensed a new voice; the words were perfectly clear, though I knew my ears did not receive them, and the tone was unutterably sad.
VOICE - I used to like the front seat like that woman does. It’s better right at the back now. I don’t feel it quite so much when no one takes any notice of me. Oh, how tired I am of this endless journeying – always trying to get somewhere, and never getting anywhere. I wonder why, why, why?
CLAIRAUDIENT - [asking mentally] Where do you want to go?
VOICE - [full of surprise] Did you speak to me?
CLAIRAUDIENT - Yes. I heard you say you never get anywhere.
VOICE - It’s most curious. I seem to have been on this bus for days – weeks – years – I don’t know how long. I never get anywhere. If I do catch a glimpse of my home or office it’s horrible, and I come back
here again at once. Nobody takes the least notice of me anywhere. They don’t even seem to see or hear me. You are the first that has heard me since I don’t know when. Why can you hear me?
The chippie [bus conductor] came. I said ‘A sixpenny, please,’ and answered her cheery bit of chat. She went, and I was aware of a sense of shock in the spirit voice I was hearing.
VOICE - That was not your voice. Why do you speak in two voices? I don’t understand.
But I understood by now, unexpected though this was. [Apart from my clairaudience] I am not a bit psychic, but I was under such influence that I was most acutely psychic for the time being, and – oh, joy – perhaps able to help this poor, unhappy traveler.
CLAIRAUDIENT - I think if you listen, you may be able to hear another voice. I have a friend here whom, like you, people never seem to see.
VOICE Do you mean a spirit? I don’t believe in spirits. Uncanny idea.
CLAIRAUDIENT - You won’t find this uncanny. Listen.
As I expected, my own [spirit] companion took up the conversation.
SPIRIT COMPANION - Can you hear me?
VOICE - Yes, but I can’t see you. Where are you?
COMPANION - Don’t you realize that people can’t see YOU?
VOICE - Seems like it, but I can’t understand why not.
COMPANION - You don’t know what’s happened to you,then?
VOICE - [In suppressed agony of terror] - For God’s sake don’t tell me I’m dead – I can’t be dead. I know I’m here, so I can’t be dead.
COMPANION - No. You aren’t dead, for as you say,you know you are here. But your body is, as people say, dead.
VOICE - [Terrible groan of anguish]
COMPANION - Don’t worry. You’re better off than you realize; YOU’RE not in the very least dead!
VOICE - What’s the good of saying that, if I’m only a ghost?
COMPANION - You needn’t be ‘only a ghost’; you can be a free spirit. Try to see me, and I’ll lead you to a real end of your journey, and heaps of friends.
VOICE - I can’t! I can’t see anything but that wretched woman sitting there not looking at me at all.
COMPANION - Shut your eyes and try to look.
VOICE - If I can’t see with my eyes open, how can I see with them shut? Don’t torture me with such talk.
COMPANION - Didn’t I tell you your body was dead? What’s the use of trying to look through dead eyes? You’ve got spirit eyes, if you’ll only use them. Shut those dead eyes and try to look.
VOICE - I’ll try. I’m desperate, so I’ll try any stupid thing. No, of course I can’t see anything at all.
COMPANION - Go on trying.
VOICE - Of course I can’t. Oh yes – I can see a light, a very dim light. It’s getting clearer. It’s a tall sort of light. There are several. Oh!! They’ve got faces! Is that you” Oh, what a kind
face! I never saw such a kind face – and you’re looking right at me. Oh, how beautiful! Of course I’ll go with you! How ut-ter-ly beau-ti-ful!
The voice faded away. [I got off the bus] and had to wait a little time on a side street while friends I had joined kept an appointment. Great blocks on this street were hollow or missing [from the bombing] and I wondered who had lived there.
VOICE - I did. We had a flat there. Lots of us lived round here. Can’t find it now. We’re bombed out, and there’s NOWHERE to go.
OTHER VOICES - [a multitude of desolate voices joined in] No home – nowhere to go – no shelter – no one to help – no one listens – no one bothers – no one hears.
CLAIRAUDIENT - I can hear, I can help you. Can you hear me?
I was in the middle of the jostling crowd I couldn’t feel. There were voices all round. It was too much for me.
VOICES - Here’s a woman who hears! - Come on, here’s some help! - Tell us what to do and where to go!
CLAIRAUDIENT - Listen. Listen to this voice.
They thought it was instructions over a loudspeaker, and listened eagerly, but the clamor broke out afresh over shutting their eyes to look.
VOICES - Utter nonsense! - I guessed it was all hooey. - Never mind, do it to please this woman; she can hear us, anyway. - I shan’t do anything unreasonable. – I’ve DONE it, and I can see PEOPLE! - Tall bright people with lovely kind faces – holding out their hands! Oh-h-h-h!
I don’t understand why some of these wanderers are utterly alone, and others in crowds. Perhaps if the same raid, or the same kind of calamity,
precipitated them all unprepared for any such change out of this life together, they may have been able at least to wander together. I don’t know, but many were in crowds, and called to each other. Many more seemed
to be in crowds of solitary ones. Perhaps most were utterly unaware to anyone else in their condition.
The hardest of all to deal with were the hopelessly terrified, who seemed no more than whispered dreads drifting round with an insistent
beating fear in their stifled cry of “Dead – dead – dead – dead.” I tried again and again to make them listen to me; the “Dead – dead- dead,” continued in a frozen monotony of horror.
I gave up reasoning and shouted {if you can imagine an inward shout), “Shut up a minute! Stop saying ‘Dead, dead’! Stop, I say. How can you be dead if you can SAY ‘dead’? Stop and tell me that!”
It was hard, but eventually it succeeded, though some would go off again and again into their awful crying before they could be persuaded to look.
Others cried only, “Fog, fog, fog” or “Lost, lost, lost”. The side streets were packed; crowded. Some were looking for a car or bike; said they didn’t know what had happened to theirs, they must go on searching. There seemed to be little that was evil about them all, and little that was good. They just had no clue to what had really happened to them, or that there was any help to be sought from any but the crowds of dead indifferent people hurrying up and down and taking no notice whatever of their pitiful entreaties – if they still made any.
I did not find one who expected to find any spirit help, though there were several with minds closed against such ideas. I can only suppose that all who looked for help would be able and ready to recognize friends and helpers, and would never wander lost like this. One was terribly frightened of listening to a spirit; had ‘never had anything to do
with spiritualism’ and considered spirits ‘most dangerous’. Another said explicitly that he had ‘closed his mind to the idea of spirits’ and was not
going to open it. He seemed to feel that any shadowy semblance of existence which remained would collapse if he opened his mind. Oh, how relieved he was when at last just in common courtesy to a request – however
absurd – he opened his eyes and saw love and help and reality!”
[To be continued].
The last excerpt above is an excellent illustration of what might be picked up by any clairaudient, or an EVP recorder, visiting a disaster area or so-called ‘haunted’ building. The situation is most relevant for us today in 2010 with so much sudden death from suicide bombings, continuing warfare and natural disasters. There is a growing number of earthbounds still waiting to be released, not knowing how to escape their self-mposed ‘imprisonment’ through confusion and ignorance of their true condition. Richard R.
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