Fifty Years a Medium – Chapter 16, 4/7 by Estelle Roberts

Finally, on May 6th, 1966, I myself went to Estelle. The appointment was made for me in my married name, which would be quite unknown to Estelle. She had never seen me before, or I her. Indeed, it was the first time I had ever visited a medium, and I hardly knew what to expect,

in spite of the fact that I was now deeply interested and very willingly accepted the messages which came through my friends. But there is all the difference between hearing about things and experiencing them oneself.

After Estelle had reported the presence of various members of my family she said, “Oh, Nancy Spain is here!” My friends had, of course, not mentioned a word to Estelle about my knowing Nancy. Estelle described vividly the excitement and eagerness displayed, and said,

“She is so excited she has to be calmed. But she says she did not suffer at all. It was instantaneous.” There followed unmistakable Nancy Spain type of talk and repartee, causing Estelle to laugh and say, “She’s very quick and has great humour.”

Then Estelle said, “She says you are wearing something of hers.” I could not imagine what this was, thinking in terms of some article of clothing, and I answered, “No.” “Oh, yes,” Estelle assured me. “It’s something round your neck.” As I had only pearls which had no connection with Nancy I shook my head again.

“Yes, yes,” Estelle insisted. “She does this,” putting her hands high up round her neck. Then I understood. “Of course! It’s my earrings! She gave me the ear-rings I’m wearing. It was only when your fingers reached up to your ears that I realized what she meant.”

On two other occasions I visited Estelle. Each time Nancy came and gave incontrovertible proof that it was really she, giving me private messages about her life, about our friendship, about the boys. She was also anxious to show she was often with me, giving small but telling details to prove this. At one point Estelle said,

“She’s telling me you have a jacket of hers which is hanging in your cupboard – in your flat in Paris, but she says you have only worn it about twice.” This was quite right. She also commented on the fact that I had changed the place of her photograph, also in my flat in Paris. A minor detail which could not possibly be known to anyone in England.

Each time she came there was no mistaking the characteristic – almost unique – vitality and eagerness of Nancy Spain, coupled with her warm excitement at achieving the contact she wanted. About Spiritualism itself, she said, regretfully, “I wish I had known fully about it before.”