Manning, Matthew - The Link - 18 Putting to rest the soul of the cruelly treated
Type of Spiritual Experience
A description of the experience
The Link – Matthew Manning
A few days later a large pool of light appeared sporadically for some weeks at night on the ceiling above my bed. I decided to try and find out the reason for this occurrence by automatic writing.
Fairly soon, in a garbled message, I was told that Anne Chapman was wanting help, that she had been trying to attract someone's attention. Annie, as she called herself, told her story through my pen.
The house was built in the late 1880's and she had been employed as a servant in this household that was familiar with balls and entertainment; the house was apparently a country lodge at this time and was owned by a wealthy-farmer. For some reason that she would not disclose, she had attempted to take her life in1890, by hanging herself but had failed, although she had succeeded in choking herself nearly unconscious. She had been found by a man known as William, or Bill, who was in some way connected with her attempted suicide.
He cut the rope and had taken her down. Then he dragged her from one end of the house to the other, taking her down a flight of back stairs to the scullery, where he finally took her life by depositing her limp body, head first, in a barrel of water, where she drowned.
The horror of this atrocity caused her spirit to be restless, and she was still haunting the rooms and corridors of the house. She asked me in writing to help her by placing for one night a vessel of water on top of a Bible in a particular room, so that she could find peace.
I did this and the light on the ceiling never appeared again. Her murderer, a man named William, manifested himself on several occasions.
Although I had no wish or intention to associate with such entities, it now began to look as if my very presence acted like a magnet for those who wanted to communicate. Being near a place where some evil deed had been committed in the past, seemed to provoke the principle parties to re-enact the happening through my pen. Often I was practically forced to write, though I tried to resist the urge as strongly as I could.