Fifty Years a Medium – Chapter 8, 5/10 by Estelle Roberts

The lock was subsequently examined by Clarksons, the theatrical wig-makers, and pronounced to be genuine hair. I have it in my possession today and also a document signed by all those present testifying to what they had seen.

One of the most pleasing forms of psychic phenomena are apports, gifts from spirit world to friends on earth. As has already been shown, they usually comprise gems of a semiprecious nature, though occasionally they include small precious stones like rubies and emeralds. Generally speaking they have no very great intrinsic value, though they are highly prized by those who receive them.

Because the stones are never in the rough, uncut state of nature when they are passed to the recipients there has been much speculation as to where they come from. Since they have been cut and polished by man, it is argued, somebody must presumably have owned them at some time. How have they come into the possession of spirit guides, to be given away later as apports?

Red Cloud is quite clear on this point. There can, of course, be no question of their having been stolen from their rightful owner; that just does not happen. The explanation is that at some time or another they have been lost and abandoned. Many are dredged from the sea.

Red Cloud has several times made gifts of this nature to those who sit with me, usually warning us in advance of his kindly intention. Not unnaturally we look forward to such occasions with keen anticipation. I remember the discussion of a promised distribution of apports between my daughter Iris, her husband Kenneth, and Charles Tilson-Chowne, whom I later married. A good deal of light-hearted banter went on between them as they speculated on what each of them might receive.

“Its all very well for you people,” Kenneth said, “you’ve all had apports before. I haven’t, and I think that entitles me to something especially nice.”
“What would you consider to be ‘especially nice’?” Iris asked.

“Oh, I don’t know. Something interesting . . . something unusual. Could I have something from Egypt, do you think?”
“You’d better be careful,” I warned him with a smile. “If it comes from Egypt, it will be probably be a beetle. I’m sure it’s all you deserve.”
“A beetle will be fine,” Kenneth said with great satisfaction.

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