Who
we are
By Rosemary Phillips (written in 1996)
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Since my sitting with spiritualist medium Joe Benjamin
in London in 1982 I had witnessed several mediums entering
trance state and often heard them speak in different voices.
In one such case, when transcribing the tape I had made
of a session I found the information to have been spoken
in complete grammatical accuracy, somewhat unlike our regular
speech which can often be choppy and without cohesion of
thought, sentence and paragraph structure.
Joyce Tarvin and I met once a week in my apartment. Joyce
was developing her trance mediumship and I had offered to
give her a hand. First I would give her a reflexology session
to help her relax after a hard day at work. We would then
sit opposite each other, with a tape deck on hand to record
the session, and we would slowly go into meditative state
assisted by the sounds of soft music. As Joyce began to
nod off she would then sit bold upright and a cockney voice
would come through. The name given for this spirit was George
whose last life was as a fishmonger near the docks in London,
England. His role was rather like that of a chairman of
a meeting, to bring things to order and to introduce the
different subjects or, in this case, the different entities
who wished to speak. I had a set order of questions to ask,
"Who are you? Where do you come from? What time frame were
you here on earth? What do you have to tell us?"
To be successful in trance mediumship the medium must remove
themselves consciously from the body and take the mind somewhere
else to keep it busy, or let it drift away into some meditation
or visualization. Joyce often had difficulty relaxing enough
to just let go, so one evening George laughingly said, "She
really likes to keep her nose in things, and won't get out
of the way."
On one of the last evenings that we worked together, before
my move to Campbell River in 1984, Joyce sat in the chair
quietly after her reflexology session then her body started
to jolt a bit. George did not make an appearance, instead
Joyce's arm went up in a symbol of greeting and as I began
to ask the usual questions a voice boomed through her, "Who
we are is irrelevant. That we exist is important."
The light in the room had visibly increased, much like
during the experience I had with Joe Benjamin. There was
a heightened sense of energy as the spirit ignored my questions
and continued, "We walked together through the desert as
men of medicine, many years ago in the land known as Persia."
As the spirit withdrew Joyce slumped in the chair, and
because her body had not yet grown attuned to such experiences
she began to shudder and shake. I placed my hands on her
shoulders to steady her and asked for healing to balance
her, then as she regained consciousness she asked, "What
happened?"
"We got some very good advice from Spirit," I replied when
describing the energy in the room and the tone of the voice.
"Who they are is irrelevant. That they exist is important."
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