Perspectives:
Jennifer Jones
An Extract from Chapter 4 of The Scole Experiment: Scientific Evidence for Life After Death by Grant and Jane Solomon
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A first-hand account of an English participant's experience in The Scole Experiment |
A group of fifteen people gathered at Scole. Nine of us had been invited as an experiment to see if it were possible to re-create the phenomena which the Scole group had been able to establish in its closed circle over the previous two years.
Would the spirit world be able to blend the energies of the whole group sufficiently well to allow some physical phenomena to take place?
We were shown our places in the cellar before the lights were switched off and we were plunged into pitch blackness.
On the table were a lump of quartz crystal and a Pyrex glass dish in which a ping-pong ball, with fluorescent tab, had been placed.
In what seemed like a very short time, Manu came through and spoke to us, followed shortly afterwards by Mrs. Bradshaw and Patrick.
They kept things very light-hearted and explained a little bit of what they would try to do. Joseph also came through and introduced himself briefly.
Then a streak of light flashed across the room.
This was followed by another shaft and then another.
A little light, which was smaller in diameter than a 5p piece and which appeared to have a mind and almost a personality of its own, whizzed around the room, making patterns and beaming a ray like a torch. It appeared, at close quarters, to resemble the shape of a cat's eye. It moved inside the glass dish, moving round it slowly and lighting it up.
There was also a strange voice from the middle of the room. This voice was not coming from either of the mediums.
Robin said that this was an `energy voice'.
Several of us mentioned that we felt something touch us and I said that mentally I had been asking for the little light to come into my hands, which were resting, palms up, on my lap.
Within seconds I let out an involuntary scream, as something resembling a tiny bumble bee leapt into my hand ... and leapt out again. I felt as if I had been pinched.
The energy voice was heard again, quickly followed by another scream from me.
'It's rather like an electric shock,' I laughed.
The energy voice spoke then. 'Static. It's static.'
'It doesn't hurt,' I said. 'It's just very strange.'
Would the spirit world be able to blend the energies of the whole group sufficiently well to allow some physical phenomena to take place?
We were shown our places in the cellar before the lights were switched off and we were plunged into pitch blackness.
On the table were a lump of quartz crystal and a Pyrex glass dish in which a ping-pong ball, with fluorescent tab, had been placed.
In what seemed like a very short time, Manu came through and spoke to us, followed shortly afterwards by Mrs. Bradshaw and Patrick.
They kept things very light-hearted and explained a little bit of what they would try to do. Joseph also came through and introduced himself briefly.
Then a streak of light flashed across the room.
This was followed by another shaft and then another.
A little light, which was smaller in diameter than a 5p piece and which appeared to have a mind and almost a personality of its own, whizzed around the room, making patterns and beaming a ray like a torch. It appeared, at close quarters, to resemble the shape of a cat's eye. It moved inside the glass dish, moving round it slowly and lighting it up.
There was also a strange voice from the middle of the room. This voice was not coming from either of the mediums.
Robin said that this was an `energy voice'.
Several of us mentioned that we felt something touch us and I said that mentally I had been asking for the little light to come into my hands, which were resting, palms up, on my lap.
Within seconds I let out an involuntary scream, as something resembling a tiny bumble bee leapt into my hand ... and leapt out again. I felt as if I had been pinched.
The energy voice was heard again, quickly followed by another scream from me.
'It's rather like an electric shock,' I laughed.
The energy voice spoke then. 'Static. It's static.'
'It doesn't hurt,' I said. 'It's just very strange.'
At this point we could all see the light move into the crystal on the table and, as it lit up, we distinctly saw it lifted into the air, apparently carried by some fingers which were clearly visible.
The ping-pong ball in the glass dish also levitated right up to the ceiling before being dropped. It bounced on to the floor by my feet.
There was a sound of something falling onto the table and there was some discussion about whether it might be an apport.
There was quite a lot of activity now and those in the room could feel people moving around or breezes on their faces.
Mrs. Bradshaw asked: 'You don't mind if we pass among you, do you?'
Mrs. Bradshaw and Joseph then started chatting, beginning to draw things to a close.
They thanked us for allowing them to experiment and talked about life in the spirit world.
Joseph said it was silly to think death was the end of life; it was really just going home.
He said: ‘It's much more real, more home, than where you are now. Our spirit selves are really travellers and the point at which you are now is the place to which you have decided to travel. What you have experienced this evening is very new, very different. In time there will be a wealth of phenomena and it will continue to grow. We want to awaken in all mankind the truth and help people find it in their own way; to awaken the desire to question; to look deep within themselves. There they will find something wonderful: the spiritual self. No one else can do it for you. These energies will help you to find the truth. Not just the energies here, but the energies coming to the Earth at this time. There is a tremendous amount of new energy, not only in the physical way, but also in a truly spiritual sense. Love is the key word. Love makes things happen. Love is a very creative thing. True spirit energy is a creative force.
When the lights came on at the end of the session, there was a postcard of the saucy seaside variety lying on the table, which had obviously been apported, and this bore the legend: 'If living, please write - if dead, don't bother!'.
Jennifer Jones
The ping-pong ball in the glass dish also levitated right up to the ceiling before being dropped. It bounced on to the floor by my feet.
There was a sound of something falling onto the table and there was some discussion about whether it might be an apport.
There was quite a lot of activity now and those in the room could feel people moving around or breezes on their faces.
Mrs. Bradshaw asked: 'You don't mind if we pass among you, do you?'
Mrs. Bradshaw and Joseph then started chatting, beginning to draw things to a close.
They thanked us for allowing them to experiment and talked about life in the spirit world.
Joseph said it was silly to think death was the end of life; it was really just going home.
He said: ‘It's much more real, more home, than where you are now. Our spirit selves are really travellers and the point at which you are now is the place to which you have decided to travel. What you have experienced this evening is very new, very different. In time there will be a wealth of phenomena and it will continue to grow. We want to awaken in all mankind the truth and help people find it in their own way; to awaken the desire to question; to look deep within themselves. There they will find something wonderful: the spiritual self. No one else can do it for you. These energies will help you to find the truth. Not just the energies here, but the energies coming to the Earth at this time. There is a tremendous amount of new energy, not only in the physical way, but also in a truly spiritual sense. Love is the key word. Love makes things happen. Love is a very creative thing. True spirit energy is a creative force.
When the lights came on at the end of the session, there was a postcard of the saucy seaside variety lying on the table, which had obviously been apported, and this bore the legend: 'If living, please write - if dead, don't bother!'.
Jennifer Jones
