Fifty Years a Medium – Chapter 11, 7/12 by Estelle Roberts

“Eight years later, my daughter Bessy passed on, one of the most lovable and sweetest girls who ever lived. Just before the end, she said, ‘If it is possible at all, I will come back.’ I knew she would keep that promise. She has come in the most unexpected manner. I had often heard of the Red Cloud circle.

“It came as a big surprise to me to receive a telegram from Mr. Barbanell telling me that my daughter had come through, asking for her mother and telling them where she lived. I was astonished and overjoyed at the news. Through his kindness it was made possible for me to go to London and attend the circle. It was a great experience. Everywhere I was met with kindness. I heard many spirit voices and all were recognized. It was most amazing.

“I heard my own daughter speak to me, in the same old loving way, and with the self-same peculiarities of speech. She spoke of incidents that I know for a positive fact no other person could know. I, her mother, am the best judge, and I swear before Almighty God it was Bessy.

She told me she had brought her brother with her, told of him being killed and gave his name. She spoke of many things that have passed in our home, things that were far from my mind at the time.

“I thank God, with all my heart and soul. He answered my prayers, and I have prayed, long and often. I have no fear of so-called death. I am looking forward to the glorious meeting with my loved ones.”

The years went by, and I forgot about Bessy and her mother. The war had intervened, and there was so much to do. Estelle Roberts decided to renew her voice séances in the new home to which she had moved. I was delighted to find that her mediumship was as powerful as ever, and the results equally as impressive.

At one of them, Red Cloud said to me: “I have a visitor for you. Hold on.” Through the trumpet, smeared as usual with its luminous paint, I heard the word “Hello” uttered three times. As this seemed to be a communicator making the first effort, I spoke words of encouragement. The woman’s tones that came through the trumpet said: “I know that voice. You helped me very much by enabling me to talk to my daughter.”

Quick as a flash, before she gave her name, I guessed it was Mrs. Manning speaking, though I had not heard of her passing. She had returned to complete the story, to say “that the glorious meeting with my loved ones” which she had anticipated was now a reality. “I have got Bessy and Tommy here,” she said through the trumpet. “Can you tell my family? Just give them my love and tell them I am helping. My dear ones would like to know.”