DISCARNATE TELEPATHIC COMMUNICATION
When telepathy occurs spontaneously in everyday life, often in some family or friendship situation, it is often greeted with some sort of surprised pleasure; as at the recognition of the sudden presence of some lesser telepathic god, who has descended fleetingly to earth and shown his ancient face: Joe Cooper in The Mystery of Telepathy published by Constable 1982. The problem with spontaneous telepathic communication is that all the evidence is anecdotal, it meets no scientific tests or standards and as such is dismissed as lacking reason. This is, in my opinion, because it simply is not explainable in scientific terms yet that surely does not mean that it does not exist. It has certainly presented in my life:
Within my own family there is what I believe to be a very credible, if anecdotal, account of discarnate communication dating back to The Great War 1914-1918. My great grandfather Charles Sutton and his family lived in the Lancashire town of Nelson and one son, William Alfred Sutton joined the army and was posted to France fighting on the front line at Flanders. His youngest brother Frederick was aged three years at the time and during one night woke and reported seeing his big brother William standing by his bed, there was a message given to little Fred who went into his parents bedroom and said ‘Our Illie’s dead’ as young Fred could not pronounce the W in William. His parents thought this was nothing more than a bad dream their son was having and sent him off back to bed. The next day a telegram came from The War Department stating that William Alfred Sutton had been reported as missing in action and was believed to be dead. His body was never found.
I myself work as a professional clairvoyant and do, from time to time, have dreams that are of significance, that is they convey something meaningful. During early December of this year I woke one morning clearly recalling a horrible vision I had of seeing a young girl being pushed from a great height and falling down a mountain, in my dream I turned away to avoid viewing the terrible result. The next evening I was giving a psychic reading to a lady from Manchester and as I spoke to her I had a vision of terrible injuries and many months in hospital, I saw spinal problems and as I undertook my usual practice of automatic writing the pen wrote: Walk the walk will succeed. When I gave this to the lady she explained that it was all correct. She had recently been discharged from hospital where she had been treated for injuries to her spine and both her legs. She was slowly learning to walk again after months spent recovering from the results of a terrible fall. She told me she had been pushed off the top of a multi-story car park. When I asked where the car park was she said it was on the outskirts of Manchester overlooking distant hills. The question I now ask myself is this; was I shown her accident in my dream, and if I was then why? Perhaps she herself had sent me that dream vision telepathically as she knew beforehand that she was due to speak to me.
Also in December of this year I woke at approximately 3:15am to hear the sound of someone knocking loudly on the front door of the house. The thumping continued echoing through the building so I climbed into my wheelchair and propelled myself to the door to see who would be waking me at this strange time of the night. As I drew closer to the door the banging stopped and I then realised that it was impossible for anyone to actually be at that door as it was located immediately behind our seven foot high locked and bolted iron gates. There was no access to the door only to an electric bell located on the iron bars. That same evening my Uncle Alf who lives in Canada called me on the telephone to say that his son James Sutton, who had been very ill, passed to spirit and he had just been advised. I believe that James, to whom I had only spoken a few times, had called in on his way to paradise to say goodbye.
This kind of death visitation has happened to me many times in my life. In the year 1985 whilst my dear wife Mary and I were caring for my maternal grandfather Willie Walsh aged 78 there was another such occurrence. My great aunt Norah, the sister-in-law of my grandfather was seriously ill in Airdale Hospital near Skipton, Yorkshire. At around 5 a.m. one morning I was woken by the most tremendous knocking and thumping on our front door, we lived in a huge Victorian mansion at the time and it sounded like something from a Hammer Horror film. Jumping out of bed I threw back the curtains of the bedroom and looked down to the main entrance immediately below, as I did so the banging and clattering ceased, there was no one there and beyond, down the empty half lit street, there was absolutely no one, it was deserted. Just moments later, before I had time to get back into bed the telephone rang, it was the ward sister at Airdale Hospital to advise me that some few minutes before my great Aunty Norah Brown had died. It was then my sad duty to go immediately and advise her rather aged husband, my Great Uncle Jim Brown. I am sure that Aunty Norah was waking me on her way to meet her loved ones so that I could do what I had to do.
The late Joe Cooper, a great friend of mine, quotes from Society for Psychical Research Proceedings Vol. XXXIII the case of an apparition of a dead airman in the year 1918. One Lt. Larkin a Army Pilot (pre-dating the RAF) reported that his friend the pilot David McConnel was about to fly a Sopwith Camel from Scampton in Lincolnshire to Tadcaster in Yorkshire and back. He had remarked to Larkin that he would be returning in time for tea. Then he exited and flew off in his plane. Larkin state the following that occurred some hours later: I heard someone walking up the passage; the door opened with the usual noise and clatter which David always made ; I saw his ‘Hello boy!’ and I turned half round in my chair and saw him standing in the doorway; half in and half out of the room, holding the doorknob in his hand. He was dressed in his flying clothes, but was wearing his navel cap, there being nothing unusual in his appearance. His cap was pushed back on his head and he was smiling, as he always was when he came back into the room and greeted us. I remarked ‘Hello, back already?’ He replied ‘Yes, got there all right. Had a good trip’…I was looking at him the whole time he was speaking. He said ‘Well cherrio!’ closed the door and went out’. McConnel had crashed at Tadcaster at about that time. He had, by some ghostly telepathic process, come back ‘in time for tea’.
You can read more of the wonderful Joe Cooper’s researched accounts in his book: The Mystery of Telepathy: Joe Cooper published by Constable ISDN 0 09 464170 6