A Letter from Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
Dear Miss Stead,
I found the narrative most interesting andhelpful. I have no means of judging the exact conditions under which it wasproduced, or how far subconscious influences may have been at work, but on thesurface of it, speaking as a literary critic, I should say that the clearexpression and the happy knack of smiles were very characteristic of yourfather. We have to face the difficulty that the details of these numerousdescriptions of next spheres differ in various manuscripts, but, on the otherhand, no one can deny that the resemblances far exceed the differences. We haveto remember that the next world is infinitely complex and subdivided -"MyFather's house has many mansions" - and that, even in this small world,the accounts of two witnesses would never be the same. If a description weregiven by an Oxford don, and also by an Indian peasant, their respective stories of life in thisworld would vary much more than any two accounts that I have ever read of theworld to come. I have specialized in that direction - the physical phenomenanever interested me much - and I can hardly think that anyone has read moreaccounts, printed, typed and written, than I have done, many of them frompeople who had no idea what the ordinary Spiritualist scheme of things might be.In some cases the mediums were children. Always there emerges the same idea ofa world like ours, a world where all our latent capabilities and all our hiddenambitions have free and untrammeled opportunities. In all there is the sametalk of solid ground, of familiar flowers and animals, of congenial occupations- all very different to the vague and uncomfortable heaven of the churches. Iconfess that I cannot trace in any of these any allusion to a place exactlycorresponding to the Blue Island ,though the colour blue is, of course, that ofhealing, and an island may be only an isolated sphere - the antechamber toothers. I believe that such material details as sleep, nourishment, etc.,depend upon the exact position of the soul in its evolution, the lower the soulthe more material the conditions. It is of enormous importance that the humanrace should know these things, for it not only takes away all fears of death,but it must, as in the case of your father, be of the very greatest help whenone is suddenly called to the other side, and finds oneself at once in knownsurroundings, sure of one's future, instead of that most unpleasant period ofreadjustment during which souls have to unlearn what their teachers here havetaught and adapt themselves to unfamiliar facts.
Good luck to your little book. A. Conan Doyle. Crowborough , Sussex , England . September 1922.
Preface
When in April 1912 the Titanic sank in mid-oceanand my father passed on to the next world, I was on tour with my ownShakespearean Company. Amongst the members of that Company was a young mannamed Pardoe Woodman, who on the very Sunday of thedisaster foretold it as we sat talking after tea. He did not name the boat ormy father, but he got so much that pointed to disaster at sea and the passingon of an elderly man intimately connected with me, that when the sad news camethrough we realized he must have been closely in touch with what was about tohappen. I mention this incident because it formed the first link between myfather and Mr. Woodman, and as it is largely due to Mr. Woodman's psychicpowers that my father has been able to get through the messages which arecontained in this book, I think, therefore, it will be of interest to readersand should be put on record.
A fortnight after the disaster I saw my father'sface and heard his voice just as distinctly as I heard I it when he bade megood-bye before embarking on the Titanic. This was at a sitting with Etta Wriedt , the well-known American direct voice medium. Atthis sitting, I talked with my father for over twenty minutes. This may seem anamazing assertion to many, but it is a fact vouched for by all those who werepresent at the sitting. I put it on record at the time in an article publishedin Nash's Magazine, which included the signed testimonies of all those present.
From that day to this I have been in constanttouch with my father. I have had many talks with him and communications fromhim containing very definite proof of his continued presence amongst us. I cantruly say that the link between us is even stronger to-day than in 1912, whenhe threw off his physical body and passed on the to spirit world. There hasnever been a feeling of parting, although at first the absence of his physicalpresence was naturally a source of very great sadness.
In 1917, Mr. Woodman was invalided out of theArmy and came to stay with us at our country cottage at Cobham .Whilst with us, the news came to him that his great friend had been killed atthe front, and his interest in the possibility of communication with the nextworld, which had been indifferent till then, became intense, and he set out tofind out for himself. It is ever the passing of a loved one that gives thenecessary stimulus for eager inquiry.
It was not long before his friend was able togive him definite proofs of his continued existence and of his ability tocommunicate. His first proofs were given through Vout Peters, and were given through Vout Peters, and werefollowed by others through Gladys Osborne Leonard's mediumship and through the mediumship of friends gifted withpsychic powers. I was present at that first sitting with Mr. Peters; father wasthere also, and his friend said it was due to my father's presence and helpthat he was able to succeed so well in these first attempts at communication.Shortly after this, Mr. Woodman found that he himself had the power ofautomatic writing, and father and others were soon able to write through him.Father always prefers me to be present, as if I am not he seems to have moredifficulty, and very rarely will attempt writing. He explains the necessity ofmy presence in this way: he and I are so much en rapport, and so closely intouch with each other, that he is able to draw much power from me; I act as theconnecting link and form a sort of battery between him and Mr. Woodman. Imerely sit passively by whilst Mr. Woodman Writes. Certainly I see a lightaround us, and a strong ray of light concentrating on Mr. Woodman's arm.Sometimes I am able to see father himself, and always, when he is writing, Ifeel his presence very distinctly.
We have received many messages in this way. Fora while in 1918 we sat regularly every week, and were kept in touch with muchthat was going on at the Front and about what was about to happen, and wereadvised of occurrences often days before the news came through in the ordinaryway. In one case father gave us the actual headlines which would (and did)appear in the papers the following week.
It is interesting also of importance to notethat Mr. Woodman and my father met only once before the passing of latter. Iintroduced Mr. Woodman to him not long before he left England in theTitanic, and they only exchanged two or three words. Therefore, Mr. Woodmannever knew my father personally nor has he come into touch with his writings orwith his work in any way, and yet the wording and the phrasing of the messagesare my father's, and even the manner of writing is typical of him.
Mr. Woodman also writes with his eyes closed,and often holds a handkerchief over them. Some of the best messages were givenin the twilight when it was impossible for me to follow what was being written,and yet the words were never overwritten. The writing will stop sometimeswhilst father evidently reads over what has been written, and alterations willbe made, i's dotted and t's crossed correctly. It was a habit of my father's, whilst here, to go back overhis copy and cross his t's and dot his i's ; this habit was only known to a few, and was certainlyabsolutely unknown to Mr. Woodman.