Fifty Years a Medium – Chapter 8, 4/10 by Estelle Roberts

The most striking part of the materialization was the fact that in the center of the forehead there was a bright, scintillating jewel.
After that came the apports. We saw, by the two luminous spots painted on the trumpet, that it was moving. It tap- tapped on the ground. Soon we heard a rattling sound inside it.

‘This is for John; hold out your hand, Rachel,’ said Red Cloud, addressing Constance Treloar – Rachel is the name that he has given her.
When she did so, the apport fell into it. She passed it to me. I could feel it was a jewel of some kind.

This process was repeated again and again until everyone in the séance room had received a gift from Red Cloud. It was always the same procedure – the trumpet tapped on the floor, there was the rattling sound and then the apport shot into Rachel’s hand.
‘Where do they come from?’ I asked Red Cloud. Laughingly, he replied, ‘The Land of Anywhere.’

Red Cloud says that nature spirits help him to produce the apports. The trouble is that, once they have them in their possession, they are reluctant to let them go, and they have to be cajoled.
All the time these apports were being produced, Red Cloud was jesting, laughing in his characteristic way, treating it all as a huge joke.

When the lights were switched on, flowers which had been placed on the top of the cabinet and just in front of it were found all round the room, some of them on the laps of sitters. Just where I sat, there had been put a small bunch of violets.

We all examined our gifts. Mine was a beautifully cut amethyst. One or two had sapphires, while others had aquamarines. One had a small cross – I noticed it was hallmarked ‘Sterling silver’ – another had an Eastern charm.
When you have received an apport brought by a ‘dead’ man, the ‘miracles’ of the Bible do not seem so far-fetched.”

A fortnight after this we held another materialization séance. On this occasion two spirit figures materialized, Red Cloud and another guide known to us as Archael. Archael, playing the more prominent part, was materialized for an hour, permitting each of the sixty sitters present to file past within two feet of him. Throughout this time he held a red torch so that its rays shone on his head and shoulders.

When everybody was again seated Red Cloud called upon Constance Trloar to hand him a pair of scissors. He then cut a lock of hair from Archael’s head and handed it to her. It was about six inches long, fine and silky and, for the benefit of the sceptics among my readers, bore no resemblance to my own. Archael’s hair was straight, quite different from mine in texture, and unmistakably fairer than my own, with its signs of grayness and its permanently waved curls.