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Alec Harris

The full story of his remarkable physical
mediumship

Alec Harris: The full story of his remarkable physical mediumship

Alec Harris: The full story of his remarkable physical mediumship

By Louie Harris

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Description

Previously published in part only as 'They Walked Among Us', here in print after 30 years is the full story of how a young man, sceptical of all things psychic, became one of the world's most brilliant materialisation mediums.

Louie & Alec HarrisAlec and Louie Harris were married for 46 years and 40 of those years, until Alec's passing in 1974, were devoted to bringing, as the Rev George May says, 'hope, comfort and enlightenment to countless people'. Louie tells here of the development of trance, direct voice, healing and, after 6 years' work with their Spirit team, solid form materialisations in red light.

Included are wonderful accounts of families reunited across the 'veil of death' and old friends conversing in many languages unknown to Alec.

Nine of the Spirit team are shown in the book, and in colour on the back cover, in drawings and paintings done by Alec Harris. His son, Bradley Harris has affirmed that his father's hand appeared to be controlled as he drew them and the pictures are as he, Bradley, remembers the Spirit Guides when they materialised.

Product Details
  • Paperback: 254 pages
  • Publisher: Saturday Night Press Publications (18 Sep 2009)
  • Language: English
  • ISBN-13: 978-0955705045
  • Product Dimensions: 21.2 x 14 cm  (5.5” x 8.5”)
From the book...

The Spirit team know the best way of working

Alec always disliked having to go into the cabinet and sitting apart from the rest of us. "Why can’t I sit with you?" he protested, one night. "Why must I always sit in that wretched cabinet?" I explained that was what the Guides had requested: "It's the way they want to work," I said. "Well I want to sit with the others," he grumbled. He seemed so put out and discontented with the present arrangement that I thought "Why not? Let’s try letting him sit with us in the circle tonight and see what happens."

So we all sat round in a complete circle, I with my back to the cabinet, while Alec sat by the wall, but close to the cabinet, eyes closed, in trance. We opened the circle as usual, and I found myself wondering what, under the present conditions, could possibly happen. Suddenly the cabinet curtains parted behind me, and I could see my little Guide, Fiji, standing beside me. I thought, "It works just as well without Alec being inside the cabinet! I’m so glad for his sake."

So we all sat round in a complete circle, I with my back to the cabinet, while Alec sat by the wall, but close to the cabinet, eyes closed, in trance. We opened the circle as usual, and I found myself wondering what, under the present conditions, could possibly happen. Suddenly the cabinet curtains parted behind me, and I could see my little Guide, Fiji, standing beside me. I thought, "it works just as well without Alec being inside the cabinet! I’m so glad for his sake". Fiji was smiling and made as if to step into the circle of sitters when her little form just seemed to close up. It crumpled up and fell to the floor like an empty sack.

Quickly, an ectoplasmic arm, or rather a rod with a forked prong on the end of it, protruded from the cabinet and lifted the entranced Alec with his chair into the cabinet. I was so taken by surprise that I could only gape! When I recovered from the shock of seeing Alec removed from our midst, I realised that the Guides were displeased with the new arrangement which interfered with the conservation of the power. They had tried to oblige us by materialising little Fiji, but she could not hold the form as she was unable to draw on any concentration of ectoplasm. Without the enclosed area of the cabinet the energies were easily dissipated, so they had to put the medium back where they wanted him. It certainly was a spectacular though frightening way of doing it.

After Alec had done this disappearing trick I glanced down at the floor in the centre of the circle of sitters and saw, what I thought was Alec's handkerchief lying there. I bent and picked it up. As I did so I was horrified to hear a groan from Alec inside the cabinet. At the same time I realised that what I was holding was a piece of his ectoplasm, moist, and rather solid, and I hastily put it into the cabinet, where I knew it would be returned to Alec's body.

The experience left me shaken. The Scientist's voice then gave me a firm rebuke. "Let that be a lesson to you! You must never touch anything without first asking permission as this has a deleterious effect upon the medium." We bore that in mind in future, and were always meticulously careful after that.

The dog in need of healing

Wogs was a strong healthy dog and a fine swimmer. Nevertheless, when he was five years, he contracted a virulent skin disease which covered his whole body from head to tail. Despite prolonged and dedicated treatment by a competent vet, it failed to respond to all medicaments. We were advised to have him mercifully put to sleep. I was loath to terminate the life of our dear friend. I would lie awake at night enduring much heart-searching, trying to decide what was best for Wogs. One Tuesday, the dog's condition seemed to have deteriorated, and he was particularly unhappy. He would not let any of us go near him. When we had our circle that night the Austrian Doctor came out of the cabinet and spoke to me, "I hear your little dog is not well."

I told him how very worried I was about our pet. The Spirit Doctor turned from me and went towards the door, as if to open it. I was immediately concerned, knowing that Wogs' temperament was extremely tetchy that night because of his distress and pain. I wondered how he would react to the presence of a Spirit being beside him. As if reading my thoughts, the Spirit Doctor turned around and said, "Don't worry about the dog. We have attended to him." He then opened the door, and we could see Wogs stretched out on the landing. The Doctor went out and bent over the animal. It was a long way for a materialised Spirit to be from the cabinet, but this did not seem to deter him.

It was a moonlit night, and the pale beams of light streamed in through a landing window touching the Spirit’s robes with silver so that they seemed to shimmer and glisten as he worked on the dog. He remained thus for a couple of minutes bent over Wogs. He came back into the room and said, "Your little dog will be quite well." Then he calmly returned to the cabinet.

The next morning we found that all the suppurations had dried up. Within the week there was healthy skin covering the little body, new hairs were starting to grow, and Wogs was a different dog. He was never troubled again with this distressing complaint.

The Spirits speak in different languages

In 1944 we had a most unusual visitation from Spirit. A tall, extremely thin man materialised. He left the cabinet, walked to the end of the room where there was an extra chair, and seated himself on it. The figure spoke to us, quickly and urgently, in a tongue of which we had no knowledge. I dearly wished that I could understand the words and phrases that fell from his lips.

Unexpectedly, a young Belgian man, sitting on a chair near the materialised Spirit, suddenly spoke up saying that he was a linguist, and that he understood what was being said by the Spirit in the chair. Conversation flowed freely and easily between them. They switched into several different languages, and still conversed with one another with ease. Alec was certainly no linguist. English was the only language he knew. This was a very evidential point in favour of the authenticity of his mediumship. No medium could get away with a situation such as this, unless of course he was a fluent linguist.

It appeared, from the conversation that took place, that the tall thin materialisation was an Austrian Jew who had been a university language teacher. He had been rounded up by the Germans, along with others of his race, and interned in the much dreaded Belsen concentration camp in Germany, where he had been submitted to the most ghastly torture. The last diabolical session of Nazi sadism went far beyond his endurance. Mercifully he died while undergoing the ordeal.

Leaving his broken, emaciated body and tormented mind had been an overwhelming relief. Yet he still suffered bouts of mental torment when memory flooded his mind with pictures of the horrifying atrocities committed on defenceless men, women and children for no other reason than they had been born Jews. After talking for some time the man seemed relieved of some of his tension. He rose from the chair, quietly returned to the cabinet and vanished from sight.

Rohan emerged and explained that the Guides had purposefully brought the teacher to the circle in an attempt to erase the suffering that still lingered in his mind. We sent him on his way with our blessings and promised to keep him in our thoughts.

At this same circle was a man I did not much care for. As he came with a group, I did not question his being there. I knew the group held themselves responsible for all newcomers they introduced. As a precaution, I placed him at the back of the circle. A Hindu came for this man, and pointing at him said, "I belong to you." "How can you belong to me?" this sitter asked sarcastically, but the Spirit was not disconcerted. "I became attached to you when you lived in my country," came the calm reply. The Spirit then commenced to speak to him in Hindi. This seemed to make a profound impression on the rather unpleasant sitter. He suddenly became quiet and thoughtful.

Afterwards, when the circle was over and we all met in the lounge for tea, he came up to me and said, “Mrs Harris, I am a police officer. We know about your activities. I thought I would come along and see what it is all about. Frankly, I am amazed at what I have witnessed here tonight. First, that Austrian communicator spoke five different languages!”

"You counted them?" I enquired, surprised. "I counted them, yes. There were five. Then this Hindu chap coming for me. No one knows that I spent many years in India," he said. "This fellow spoke the dialect of the place where I lived. Fantastic! Quite unbelievable! I just can’t understand it." He shook his head, still puzzled.

"I'm glad you were impressed," I smiled. "Rather I should say that I am happy you believe it all to be true, and not a fake." "A fake," he exploded. "How could it be? What about all those Spirits forms who were recognised by people in the circle? No, this is the genuine thing all right," and he nodded vigorously.

I was relieved we had convinced the police. That was quite something. I felt sure our beloved Spirit friends had known of the officer's intentions, and specially arranged manifestations to enlighten and convince him. Otherwise he might have proved to be difficult for our circle in the future.

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