Ben H. Swett
Pease AFB, NH
2 February 1966
[The following are conversations in semi-automatic writing. I was alone, relaxed, but not in a trance, watching my hand write. After some philosophical discussion with a couple of good spirits, I wondered how my friend Mac was doing.]
Mac is OK. He would like to speak with you.
OK.
Mac/Ben -- remember what we discussed in UK?
Many things. The woman you were trying to help comes to mind.
Yes. Ben, she was wrong.
Was she wrong to talk with you?
No -- she was wrong in wanting only my body. She put on a good act.
Oh. OK. I suspected as much at the time. How are you doing now?
I am only checking out here. I'm with those who would do what I need.
Teachers?
Yes.
Who?
Liri.
He is helping you?
Yes.
Are you helping Liri with his work?
No. I am not yet able to do much good.
Probably better as you go along.
Yes, I hope so.
Were you ready to die?
Yes, had enough.
Was this life a spiritual gain for you?
Yes, so I am told.
Were you disappointed because you died so young?
No, does not make any difference.
Are you watching over your wife?
No, she will be OK.
Is there anything else you wanted to say to me?
Yes, go on with what you are doing -- when you make it, I can say I knew you when you didn't have a Ouija board to wiggle.
Well, that's true. You introduced me to communication with spirits.
Yes.
We did pretty well together, before either of us could do it alone.
Yes, we did make a good team. We were a wonderful pair of odd balls.
"Odd balls" is putting it mildly. I remember when Liri called us baboons.
Yes -- see you have a new cell.
I keep looking for better spirits to communicate with -- kinder and wiser.
Yes.
And I intend to keep on doing that.
Yes.
Are you going to reincarnate?
Not if I can help it.
Do you know about that at this time?
No.
Do some reincarnate from where you are now?
Yes, some.
Anything else?
Just stay with reano.
OK. Is where you are a school for souls?
Yes -- weak or seeking here. Liri and I will work with them.
Thanks for chatting. See you soon.
Mac
[This is Floyd "Mac" MacKinney. He introduced me to communication with spirits via use of a Ouija Board on 17 January 1964. We worked the board many times in the next two months. I quit using the board in April 1964 and we went our separate ways. He was diagnosed with cancer in October 1964 and died on 23 March 1965. This communication is fairly evidential, because it includes his typical vocabulary and concerns. It isn't absolute proof of his survival, but enough for me to believe it was him.]
Is there anyone else who wants to talk with me?
[handwriting changes]
H E SWETT
Son, I am so proud of you!
We didn't get to know each other.
No, but we would have been good friends. You are coming soon. And Wyn will come.
Soon? Does that mean we won't live much longer?
No, do not desolt [?] -- Wyn will come when does what is required. Marcia was the finest woman I ever knew. Wyn was not my choice, but I see that she is good for you, so I am happy.
I'm glad you are happy with my choice. I also know Wyn is good for me.
Son -- all I can say is poor compared to what I feel.
You are watching over me and know what I am doing?
Yes! and I am proud of what you are doing
Thanks, Dad.
Dad! How I wanted to hear you say that!
Before you died ...
Yes -- and since!
Anything else?
Marcia will do well. I am with her.
You are watching over her.
Yes, and so is her father.
[This is my father, Herbert E. Swett. He died in 1935, when I was ten months old, so we didn't get to know each other. Marcia is my mother. Wyn is my wife. This communication is only somewhat evidential, because I don't know what he would say or how he would say it, but the handwriting and especially the signature check with samples I have.]
[handwriting changes]
Hi!
Hello. Who is this?
Robert Fadner. Can't do it well. So what? Why are you so goody-goody? You were no great shakes as a kid.
True. But you liked me.
Yes I did. But now you are a old man -- and ignore Marcia.
You see me as ignoring her?
Yes. When are you going to put your money where your mouth is?
I intend to do that.
Well, about time. So -- don't do anything I wouldn't do. So long. Bob.
[This is my mother's brother, Robert Fadner, who died in 1963. It sounds just like him, including his concern for my mother. He took our family into his home in 1944 when my mother was in financial straits, so I knew him very well. This communication is highly evidential.]
[handwriting changes]
Ben -- just a note -- when you wanted to fly that time -- and cried and cried -- I was very worried about what you would be. I am happy with what I see.
I know Mom was worried about me that time, when I couldn't stop crying.
Well, she was, too -- and so was I.
I'm sorry I was so shocked to see you with palsy the last time I visited.
You didn't fool your old gramps a bit. Not when you couldn't wait to get away.
As I said, I'm sorry about that. I was shocked because no one had told me about the palsy. I always looked up to you as an example of what a man should be.
I know you did -- and I appreciated it.
Are you in touch with Grandma?
Yes, I am waiting for the old fuss-buget.
Good! I'm glad to hear that.
Well, I always did like you. So long. M B Fadner
[This is my mother's father, Martin B. Fadner, who died in 1956. While we were visiting my mother's parents in Plainfield, Wisconsin, when I was about eight years old, a barnstormer landed in a field near town and advertised rides in his Piper Cub airplane. I desperately wanted to fly, but my mother said no, because she wasn't sure the man or his airplane were safe. I started crying (which was rare for me) and couldn't stop. I cried all afternoon and into the evening. I had not thought of that event for many years and would not have thought of it at this time. The fact that my grandfather reminded me of it makes this communication highly evidential.]
[handwriting changes]
Ben -- your mother needs you. Don't obey Wyn when she is angry. Marcia must have money -- she needs it as badly as she did at Fond du Lac. Only you can do it. Please, Ben, don't let her down.
OK, I won't let her down. Are you watching over Jim?
Yes, Jim is a weak wonderful boy. I do wish it would have been easier for Jamie, but it is what it is.
I have always appreciated your helping us in Fond du Lac.
Thank you. We will see you soon. Thelma.
[This is my mother's sister, Thelma Fadner Watson, who died in 1949. I knew her very well. It sounds just like her, including her concern for my mother, and the fact that she always called her son Jamie instead of Jim makes this evidential.]
I thought, "I guess I should start sending some money to Mom regularly. That is Dode's responsibility [my stepfather], but he isn't doing it."
[handwriting changes]
Well, yes -- but Bob and Thelma do not see whole picture. Wait and watch -- we will guide. Marcia will complete her course when she has learned what poverty really means -- humility -- then poverty will no longer be necessary.
She hasn't completed the lessons she came here to learn?
No, she has not. She is not humble -- and that is what bothers Wyn (and many). So wait.
But I should help her.
Yes, can help when great need -- and be ready, but do not spoil lesson. See?
I don't want to spoil her lesson, but I don't want her to starve, either.
Yes -- as always -- may.
May, but not must.
May.
I'll think about it.
OK.
I think I will start sending her a little something every month.
Well, not bad. But not right now. OK?
OK, I'll wait a few months to see if Dode does what he is supposed to do.
[I waited two months, and then sent my mother a check every month for the rest of her life.]
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Evidential means personal evidence. These communications were evidence to me that these five people survived physical death, but none of these communications would be evidence to anyone else. This would also be true if they came through a medium, because the personal details that make them evidential would be very difficult to find by research and impossible to fake. In fact, they might be even more evidential if they came through a medium, because the details were in my subconscious mind even though I was surprised to be reminded of them.
I think that one of the reasons why early Christianity spread and flourished was because many of those little congregations had prophets who provided this kind of evidence that people they knew personally had survived physical death. If so, they weren't just going by their religious faith in life after death -- they were able to verify it personally.