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EXPERIENCES IN SPIRITUALISM WITH MR. D. D. HOME. BY VISCOUNT ADARE, [Windham Thomas Wyndham-Quin 1841-1926] WITH INTRODUCTORY REMARKS BY THE EARL OF DUNRAVEN. [Viscount Adare's father]  [1869]

On Saturday 5th Home was not well, at night Home became very ill… after a time he got better and went into a trance…… [when he awoke] ……

We talked for some time about second sight, and he was explaining how one could tell by the appearance of his eyes when it was likely to occur to him. Suddenly he said to me,

"'I am in the Kursaal, in the playing room ; I will tell you what I see."

 All the time he talked quite naturally, and knew that he was in bed; at the same time he declared he was actually standing on the floor of the room, and, could observe all that was going on there.

 “Oh !" he said, “it is horrible ! Oh, it is dreadful! My God, it is so horrible that, if it lasts long, I can never go into that room again ! I see the table, and I see crowds of hands all about it, flying about all over it, young hands, old hands, hands of men and women, they are dashing about over the table, sometimes catching hold of each other, and then throwing each other off. Oh, there is a hand with blood upon it ! There is an old man's hand, and a woman's hand that seizes his, but he dashes hers away from him ! Oh, it is too terrible ! It is changed now. I will tell you what I see directly.

There are a, number of young people sitting round the table, all young, pretty and pleasant looking ; nearly all of them are women; they are playing, but laughing, talking and thinking of other things also, not intent upon the game; the others are all driven back from the table; they are in a varied confused sort of crowd, there is a regular solid barrier that I can see before them. Some are leaning over and trying to get across, but they cannot; now the table is covered with roses: I see that they are playing with roses. A sort of leader among them, a woman, is getting up and says, ‘Well, I suppose we must take away these lovely roses with us; it is a pity, but if these poor people prefer money to them, why we must take them away.'

Now it has again changed. The table is covered with little children, they are sitting on the table, and most of them look thoughtful; they are such pretty, sweet little children. The crowd is still kept back by the barrier, but some of them look as if they wanted to caress the children. There is one man who is stretching out his hands so eagerly towards such a rosy, pretty little fellow, and wants to shake hands with him, but the child is saying, ‘I cannot shake our hand, because we have all just been washed and dressed, and your hands are so dirty from the money that I  must not touch them.'

"After this he saw nothing more and went to sleep, and awoke the next day wonderfully well, considering how ill he had been.