In 1854 I worked as a school teacher in my hometown of Amani in France. At this time I had a young assistant named Charles. To his great surprise, Charles turned out to be a strong medium, and as soon as he sat down to a table or chair, the furniture began to tremble and move under his hands. I have always been convinced that my mediumistic abilities are zero.
One day Charles felt the need to write. He picked up a pencil and placed a piece of paper in front of him. Suddenly the pencil moved with extraordinary rapidity under his hand, and a clearly written phrase appeared on the paper. The young man was so scared that he immediately jumped up and ran away. He confessed to me that at such moments he felt as if possessed by some incomprehensible force. How many sheets were automatically written by him! What unexpected, astonishing answers to our questions were sometimes received, however, there were no less answers that were uninteresting, primitive, and even stupid.
I can confirm that this writing was fully automatic, that is, it did not depend in any way on the will of the writer, he was a simple performer, remaining completely unaware of what came from under his pencil. Here are several cases to prove it.
The canon of the cathedral in Nancy, Abbot Goro, having heard about the wonderful gift of the young man, once invited him to his place. The canon gathered a company of several venerable priests. Charles was given a pencil and asked to answer several questions, contained in a sealed envelope, the meaning of which he, of course, did not know. The very first answer, written automatically by Charles, led the solid company into indescribable surprise. The answer was written in Latin, which the young man was completely unfamiliar with. He was like this: “What do you care whether there is life on the moon or not. You have your purpose on Earth, fulfill it."
Charles soon moved to Vermois. One day he had to go to a teachers' conference. It was winter, everything was covered with snow. Walking in the field, he, leaning on his cane, stopped to admire the fairy-tale picture. Suddenly Charles felt a familiar tremor in his hand, and the following words appeared in the clear snow: “Your father died today, return to the village, and you will meet such and such (the last name was named) there who will tell you about it!
In horror, Charles immediately turned back. He did meet the man named to him, who said that this morning his father fell from the woods and crashed to death.
After some time, Charles received a place at the college at Kommara. Once, while walking with his students on a very hot day, he drank cold water, fell ill with a fever, and died six days later. Three days before his death, being in full memory, Charles asked for paper and a pencil and wrote: "Get ready, the day after tomorrow, at three o'clock you will die." And so it happened. The headmaster of the college told me about this and kept a piece of paper with these prophetic words.
David Rzmbo. "Banner of Light," 1886
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