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Mr Bernard Springett gets a message from a soldier in the trenches
Identifier
011289
Type of Spiritual Experience
Background
A description of the experience
Death and its Mystery, At the Moment of Death; Manifestations and Apparitions of the Dying – Camille Flammarion
passed on by Monsieur R de Marat – London 19th 1920. Letter 4271 from Bernard H Springett, 14, Earl’s Court Square London
On July 12th 1918, I was talking with a friend a Miss X, in her drawing room and we were talking of indifferent things, when she said to me suddenly.
‘It seems to me that one of your young friends wishes to communicate with you. He is a tall fellow, dark in khaki; his shoulder is turned towards me so that I can see the letters RE on it very distinctly’.
I remarked that I knew only one young man corresponding with this description, belonging to the corps of Royal Engineers, named WM –.
Miss X answered ‘He says it is really he, but he thought you would call him by the nickname by which he was known to those near him’.
I answered at once ‘Why Father [such was his nickname] it’s news to me indeed to learn you are dead!’
[this turned out to be a bit presumptious of Mr Springett as he wasn’t dead at all just communicating, however it was an understandable mistake as the war was on ]
Then he related that he had been buried alive in his underground shelter by the caving in caused by a German shell, and that he was still there; my interlocutor [a seer, a sensitive, a medium] told of the suffering she herself experienced, similar to that felt by the young soldier……………..
[After he was rescued]
It seems that on that memorable night, at the precise moment at which he manifested himself he was in a trench and had seen most of his comrades blown up by the enemy’s fire as the Germans discovered their whereabout more and more fully, and he was waiting from second to second until the last shells fired at their dugouts should reach him in his turn.
He remembered perfectly that he had, at that moment, thought of all his family, of those he loved, of his home and especially of his two soldier brothers, rejoicing in a belief that they might be spared. Now at that very moment the English artillery had sighted the enemy’s battery, had blown it up and my young friend had been saved.