Posted: Sat Apr 11, 2009
In early October of 1990, I was visiting with friends who live in a farmhouse just north of Plymouth. The earliest part of the present structure dates from the early 16th. century. My friends, Bob and Betty were very interested in local history and the archeology of various churches and ruins in the area. I had been helping them for sometime in locating sites and determining the age of these and various other details through dowsing.
On the first evening of my stay Betty suddenly asked me whether I could dowse for ghosts. I replied that I didn't know as I had never been asked this question before nor had I thought of trying. "Well," said Betty, "we think we may have one!" They had recently had an en-suite bathroom installed off their bedroom.
The room was the upper part of a narrow structure attached to the side of the main farmhouse. There was never any connection through to the main building. The bottom of this structure had been used as a harness room, the upper part contained a room for two female servants. Bob and Betty had had the staircase blocked off and had the upper room converted to a bathroom with a door leading into their bedroom.
Shortly after the conversion, Betty woke in the middle of the night to observe a shadowy figure vbanishing out of the door onto the landing. She thought that it must have been Bob who had forgotten the presence of the ensuite bathroom and had gone to the bathroom down the hall. Then she realised that Bob was asleep beside her! Over the next few weeks they had both seen and heard, on occasions, this etherial figure. "Please, please can you find out what this is all about!"
So I asked my three usual, preliminary questions and getting an affirmative answer to all three, I stepped into the bathroom and asked whether there a "spirit entity" was present. I called "it" by this name because with no previous experience I wondered how I should address a haunting. The answer I received from my L Rods was affirmative. Then began a regime which has now become second nature to me when working on such problems. I become psychic, may experience clairvoyance and clairaudience and know intuitively the sequence of events. These steps are helped along by the occasional use of my dowsing instruments.
I determined that the spirit entity was that of a young woman who had died a most painful death in that room in 1833. She had been born and raised on a farm some twenty miles or so north of Bob's farm. She had given birth to an illegitimate child. Her family were very strict Chapel people and the child was placed in the care of one of the girl's aunts whilst she was banished into service on this farm. She had fallen forward into a vat of boiling water whilst helping to scald a butchered pig and was herself scalded from the top of her head to her waist. She was taken to her room and died there three days later. The spirit was benign but I found out that she wanted prayers to be offered up for her. This I have found to be common to most spirits who haunt a location. They need to be prayed over and lead on to a higher spiritual plane. So we joined hands and prayed that having found out her story, we wished that she might leave her present plane and progress to a higher plane of light with our love and understanding.
Next morning I was asked to examine another bedroom to see if there was anything unusual present. Three young grandchildren staying at the farm some months previously, had been put to bed in that room. The two girls had no problems but the boy was frightened, said that there was something "wrong" in the room and he couldn't stay there, so they put him in another room. Emma, the house cat, would never venture into that room.
So, rods in hand I entered the room and asked my opening question, "Is there a spirit entity in this room?" Affirmative! "In which direction is this spirit located?" the rods pointed towards the far end of the room. I walked slowly down the length of this large bedroom and on reaching the third bed, the rods turned violently and I felt that I had stepped into a deep freezer. Carrying on to the fourth bed the rods returned to the rest position and the temperature returned to its normal warm value. Back again and I experienced the same phenomena. On dowsing the spirit I found it to be the spirit of a young lad of fourteen who had died of a fever in his mother's arms in 1633. He was the third son of the family and although everyone in the family had suffered from this fever, he was the only one to succumb. I felt that he was a frightened little boy who was "lost." We prayed over him and sent his spirit on.
After I left the farm to return to my sister's house, I received a call from Betty who said that she had forgotten to tell me about the third haunting. There is a series of three sheds on the far side of a lane running past the farmhouse down to the River Tamar which lies a few score yards from the house. Betty had found that she was unable to stay in the middle shed, now used for apple storage, for more than a few minutes. Something compelled her to leave. Emma, the cat, similarly wouldn't stay there. I made a drawing of the house, the lane, the sheds and the river as being a visual person, I find this helps me to "put myself in the picture." I then dowsed the shed for the presence of a spirit entity. Instead of one I came up with four ... all of whom had met violent ends at the same time in 1644. At this point in my search, through a combination of being in a psychic state, intuition and dowsing, I discovered the following story ...
During the Civil war, four countrymen, unarmed followers of the Royalist cause, had been cut off from their companions. They had entered the shed to hide, believing that they had been unobserved. However a local sympathiser of the Parliamentarians had seen their actions and had gone to inform a Roundhead sergeant in the nearby village. This individual who I saw as a large and rather coarse, belicose man, took half a dozen troopers to the farm. They called out the farmer and his wife and questioned them at length, but they had been unaware of anything untoward happening.
They then went to the shed. Bursting in they discovered the four Royalist followers trying to hide themselves in a pile of straw. These unfortunate individuals ofered minimal resistance yet were slaughtered. It was sheer buchery and done with a savage, demonic delight. At this point I witnessed swords hacking, blood flying, the sergeant with his mouth flecked with saliva, his eyes bloodshot and dilated. I heard the screams of the victims and the maniacal laughter of the Roundheads. Having finished their slaughter they dragged the bodies down the lane and threw them into the river, where they drifted seaward on the tide. I prayed over those poor, illiterate rustics, so cruelly killed and sent them on to that higher plane of light.
The ghost of the unfortunate servant has never been seen again. Betty can now spend all day in the apple shed if needs be. Emma takes a delight in going into that second bedroom and sleeping in the warming, morning sunlight on that, previously haunted bed!
"I am thy father's spirit, doomed for a certain time to walk the night ..."