Fifty Years a Medium – Chapter 12, 5/13 by Estelle Roberts

“Mother, this is Dorothy,” came a girl’s voice. “Yes, darling.”
“Mother, you have wonderful psychic gifts. Why don’t you use them?”
“They are not sufficiently developed, darling. There is so much one needs to know.”

There followed a long exchange of the kind you expect between mother and daughter, a conversation of no consequence to anyone but the two principals concerned.
When it was over Mrs. Cunliffe-Owen acknowledged it had been one of her most rewarding evenings.

Shortly after the events I have just described, Lord Northcliffe, the founder of the Daily Mail, and the man who transformed Britain’s newspapers, came as a spirit visitor. He refused to give his name and, though his voice was clear and firm, nobody could at first fix his identity. It was Louise Owen, his former secretary, who guessed. As soon as she mentioned his name, Hannen Swaffer and Shaw Desmond, who were present, both knew that she was right.

“Lord Northcliffe,” Louise Owen said.
“Alfred Harmsworth,” he corrected her. “No use for titles here.” “I thought it might be you,” Desmond said.

“Being fey, you doubtless would,” Northcliffe returned quickly. “What a dreadful mess you people have got the world into!” he went on despairingly. “Nothing but war and starvation and futility. Why can’t you all get together and achieve something?”
“You haven’t changed. I’ve had to listen to many a lecture from you,” Swaffer said.

“The whole world must band together to stop war,” Northcliffe continued, ignoring the interruption. “This gathering into rival groups is plain suicide.” He went on at great length, periodically teased and baited by Swaffer and Desmond, but never bothering to rise to their challenges.

A close relative of Canon “Dick” Sheppard, one of the most famous and best-loved of all clerics, visited me for a private séance for clairvoyance. He returned to give her this message: “I did not realize I was about to die. I sat down at my table feeling no more than tired and when I woke up I was in this other world. I grieved only for the shock of my passing on those around me.”