Psychography (automatic writing) is the process of obtaining and recording this or that information by means of a pencil and paper against the will of a person. The boom of psychography falls on the nineteenth century: along with seances, this occupation was practiced wherever possible.
Here is what Dmitry Azarov, a psychologist who studies automatic writing, said about this: “The nature of such a phenomenon has been little studied, although there are many versions and hypotheses. Materialists believe that the whole point is in our subconscious, which, sometimes breaking out of the control of the mind, manifests itself in such a strange way. Parapsychologists, however, are sure that this is one of the ways to enter into communication with the inhabitants of the other world."
14 years before the sinking of the Titanic
It is now no secret that some writers wrote their works in a state of such a trance. Thus, William Blake created his poem "Milton and Jerusalem" against his will under someone's dictation.
American writer Morgan Robertson spent most of his life in sea voyages. Having dropped anchor in New York, he began to write stories on nautical themes. As it turned out later, he became a writer quite by accident. Once during a voyage, sleep did not go to him, and Morgan decided to write a letter home. The next day, when he woke up, he was surprised to find that instead of a letter he had written a story about a ship caught in a storm.
Then, already being a famous writer, he sat at the typewriter, He just sat with his hands on the keyboard. Hours passed, and sometimes days, until Morgan plunged into a trance and began to pound the keys. The main feature of such creativity was that Robertson was completely unaware of what he was writing about.
And fourteen years before the tragedy of the infamous "Titanic" Morgan Robertson "composed" and published a story about the death of a certain "Titan". It was a story about a huge beautiful liner that sank as a result of a collision with an iceberg. Later it turned out that in his work Morgan described in all details what actually happened in 1912 with the Titanic. How he did it, Robertson could not answer, and he explained his literary gift by the fact that when he sits down at a typewriter, the spirit of some dead writer immediately infiltrates him.
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A young man from the city of Ketovo, Kurgan region, woke up at night with a strange feeling that the room and all the objects in it emit red light. And at the same moment, an unknown force pulled him to the table. When I woke up the next morning, I saw a notebook covered with writing on the table. Most of all, the title of his "works" was struck - "The Universal Scheme of the World", "Substantiation of the Two-Dimensional World" and even "Marx's Error". A year has passed, and I still cannot believe that all this was written by me, more precisely, by my hand, - the newly-minted writer admits, - most likely it is someone's initiative from above."
The benefits are obvious
When the first publications about the paranormal appeared in the agonizing Soviet Union, it was like a bolt from the blue. Now this phenomenon is accepted not only by researchers of psi-phenomena, but also by world-famous scientists. In most such cases, not only mystical, but also a criminal background can be traced.
The court in the Brazilian city of Viamo recognized as truthful the testimony of a medium who allegedly communicated with Eric Silva Cardoso, who had previously been shot at his home. This communication was confirmed by two letters written by Cardoso by the hand of a medium. The deceased "testified" that his mistress Jara Marquez Barcelos, accused of his death, was not guilty. And the suspicions of this woman fell because of their breakup, which she was unhappy with. The "handwritten confession" of a native of the other world became the basis for making the final decision, and Iara Barcelos was acquitted.
The parents of 35-year-old Anna Piamancini from the Italian city of Luccatalia died two years ago, and everyday troubles brought the woman to the idea of suicide. When Anna prepared the poison, and was about to take it, she suddenly lost consciousness. In her words, at that moment she suddenly saw her dead mother and heard her voice. “Don't you dare do this! Better take a pen and write what will be dictated to you! " Anna obediently followed the instructions of her mother, and took up a paper and a pen. And then her hand hastily began to write strange words on the paper: “My name is Robert. I died in a car accident. You and I are the same age … ". This is how they have been communicating for several months. And what is most interesting: despite the fact that the letter is written by Anna's hand, it is not her handwriting, but Robert's. Subsequently, this was confirmed by his relatives. Need to say,this unusual communication brought Anna back to life - perhaps her deceased mother knew how to avoid such a terrible sin.
Illiterate peasant with female handwriting
This amazing story took place in a small village near Nantes (a city in western France) in the summer of 1831. Once one of the parishioners approached the parish priest and, shifting from foot to foot, asked for paper and a pencil. He was surprised at such an unusual request, for he knew that the peasant who approached him could neither read nor write. But he still fulfilled his request. And the man, like a real hack, began to write something quickly. From under his hand, completely unadapted to such a difficult task, straight lines ran out one after another. When the strange parishioner filled the entire piece of paper and asked for another one, the priest could not resist and looked at his writings. Now he was even more shocked: the handwriting, without any doubt, was female, and it could have belonged to a fairly educated woman. When the text was ready, it turned outthat this mysterious woman accused her husband of killing … herself. And then the priest remembered: about a month ago in one of the newspapers there was a note that the wife of a landowner had disappeared without a trace from a village located 200 kilometers from Nantes. The alarmed husband even promised a reward for the information about the missing wife.
From the mysterious letter, it turned out that it was the husband who killed this woman, removed the family pendant from her, and buried the corpse. At the same time, it was described in sufficient detail how the murder took place, as well as where her body was hidden. The woman was sure that her husband had killed her so that she could marry another. At the same time, the unknown victim was very worried about her daughter.
Subsequently, the priest passed this unique letter to the police. Soon the body of the murdered woman was found where it was indicated. It was not difficult to arrest the killer. Realizing that the police knew such details that no one except him and his murdered wife could know, he immediately confessed everything.
I must say, this is not an isolated case, similar phenomena occur to this day. As a rule, it happens like this. This or that person suddenly falls into some kind of trance, and then grabs a sheet of paper and begins to write something that he himself does not even know about.
Dr. Byrne's incredible secret
And this incident happened in England. Dr. Mike Byrne, returning from visiting his patients, began filling out their medical records. When the doctor took out and opened Mrs. James's medical history, his hand suddenly ran over the paper by itself. In amazement, reading the uneven hastily written lines, Byrne noticed that the handwriting was completely different from his own. Most unimaginable was the content of his writing, which was devoid of any common sense. Here's how it looked: “At midnight, a phone call rang out - Mrs. Delacour asked to come to her urgently, as some misfortune had happened to her husband. I immediately got on the motorcycle and went on call.
Arriving at the place, I myself do not know why I looked into one of the illuminated windows. On the sofa in the living room lay an elderly dressed man, and next to him sat a young woman in an evening dress combing his hair. The door was opened by Mrs. Delacour, who told me that when she returned home in the evening, she found her husband lying unconscious on the living room floor. The woman put her husband on the sofa, but he died without regaining consciousness. According to her, her husband suffered from hypertension and, most likely, he had an apoplectic stroke.
“I beg you not to do an autopsy,” she babbled in a trembling voice. "After all, he died a natural death, didn't he?" I silently continued examining the body. Pulling aside the hair that covered my neck, I saw just below my ear a small red dot. It somewhat resembled an injection mark. Straightening up, I noticed, as Mrs. Delacour's face reflected in the mirror suddenly turned white. “Doctor, I need my husband's death certificate so that I can go to the funeral home in the morning!” the woman said in an unexpectedly firm voice.
Trying not to betray my excitement, I replied that the corpse should be examined more carefully and in daylight. So the testimony will have to wait until morning. Mrs. Delacour, in response to this, asked to stay with her until morning, as she was afraid to be alone in the house. There was nothing unusual about her request, and I agreed.
The hostess kindly invited me to the table for a glass of whiskey. I took my medical case and stepped through the open door. At the same second, this door slammed shut behind my back by me, and the rattle of a closing key was heard. Then came the voice of Mrs. Delacour: “As soon as you write out the death certificate, I will release you. If you don't, then in the morning I will call the police and declare that you killed my husband and then harassed me."
There was no question of running away from here. The solid oak door did not budge, and there were thick bars on the windows of the room. As soon as dawn broke, the mistress's voice was heard again. I refused, and demanded to release me immediately.
"Well," she grinned ominously, "you yourself chose your fate." And after that I smelled burning. A terrible guess made me jump up and bang on the door with all my might. But it was all useless! Soon the fire engulfed the whole room, the floor caught fire. From the unbearable heat, I covered my face with my hands and lost consciousness … ".
… Dr. Byrne looked with horror at the sheets of paper he had written. These were his last words. By virtue of his profession, Dr. Byrne did not even allow the thought of something otherworldly. However, he wrote this detective story. And the doctor decided to start his own investigation. He soon knew that once in that house, the Delacour spouses really lived. In the archives of the local municipality, Byrne found documents showing that twenty years ago, on October 31, a strong fire broke out in this house, during which Monsieur Delacour died. His wife was allegedly absent from the city at this time. Byrne had to continue his investigation in the neighboring town of Bexhill. It was there that he learned that twenty years ago a certain Doctor Oldfield mysteriously disappeared from these places, using an old motorcycle to call patients.
Vladimir Lotokhin