Fifty Years a Medium – Chapter 10, 7/7 by Estelle Roberts

From that moment almost every word the wife spoke was charged with unassailable evidence. She spoke of some trouble with her knee cap which had been injured in a motorcar accident. She sent her love to Shakuntda, their eldest daughter, and to “Agye,” the diminutive of Agyavati, a friend of whom she had been very fond in Nairobi.

She then spoke of “the three R’s” and gave me the name Rajan. Rajan, Mr. Dass explained, was the eldest of their three grandsons. He had been born two weeks after the wife’s death; the other two, Rajesh and Rupindar, six years later. She spoke also of Veena and Rohini, their two grand-daughters, the younger of whom had not been born until four years after the wife’s passing. And so it went on, intimate family details, all of which Mr. Dass quietly confirmed.

Her final observation was no less remarkable. She said that she now had the gold ring her husband had removed from her finger at the time of her death. Nodding agreement, Mr. Dass explained that the ring had played its part according to custom in the funeral rites. With articles of clothing and other personal items it had been ceremoniously offered for the comfort of the departed spirit. Now the wife was wearing it in the spirit form.

When Mr. Dass left me, I pondered the wonders of what had just occurred. Apart from the few isolated words of Hindustani which I had repeated phonetically, the whole of the communication had been interpreted by red Cloud and had related to people and events of which I could not have had the least knowledge.

Moreover, in the incidents of spectacles, there had been reference to an occurrence of whose existence my sitter had completely forgotten. Was it surprising that Mr. Dass was greatly impressed with his séance?