Alf Pritchett Describes a Reunion with His Sister

Recordings source: The Leslie Flint Foundation

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The recording below is the voice of Alfred Pritchett, recorded November 4, 1960, in a séance with Leslie Flint. Pritchett talks the reunion he had with a sister who had passed away before he was born.
In the session prior to this recording, Pritchett describes how he died and what happened in the period after his death. He was greeted by a fellow soldier who had been killed some years previous to his own death. The soldier takes Pritchett into a town and they go to a concert being held with magnificent music. The friend tells Pritchett to sit and enjoy the music while the friend goes off to do something else. The account by Pritchett starts after his friend leaves.

A transcript of this portion of the séance follows the recording controls.

Transcript

Alf Pritchett:

…and, anyway I was sat there with me eyes closed, sort of listening to this very nice music. And then, all of a sudden, I had a sort of feeling that there was something…someone sitting next to me. And I opened my eyes and looked and there was a very beautiful lady. She was really beautiful. Beautiful blonde hair she had, fair. Very beautiful. She looked about nineteen or twenty and I was really sort of taken aback. And she says…er…she called me by name, that’s right, and I thought, “Well, that’s funny. She knows my name, but I don’t know her.”

So she said, “Are you finding it all very nice here ?”
So I says, ‘Very nice, thank-you. Er-Miss ?’
So she said, “You don’t have to call me Miss.” She says. “Don’t you know me ?”
So I says, ‘No. I don’t know you.’
She says, “My name is Lilly.”
So I says, ‘Lilly ? I don’t know no Lilly. Sorry,’ I says, ‘I don’t want to appear rude, but I don’t know you.’
She says, “You don’t know me ? And yet” she says, “that’s not surprising, in a way.” She says, “But I’m your sister. I died when I was an infant.”

‘Cor blimey,’ I says. ‘I remember my mother says…talking about a little girl that died when she was only a few days old or something, if I remember right.’ I says, ‘But you can’t be her. You’re grown up.’
So she says, “That’s right. I’m your sister. I died when I was an infant and I’ve grown up over here.”
So I says, ‘Well, beats me.’ I says, ‘I’m very pleased to know you and I feel quite happy knowing you, but it’s still very puzzling to me that you should be my sister, and I never knew her – oh, I mean…’
So she said, “Oh, don’t let that worry you.”
She says. “But I’m going to look after you now you’re here.” And, er, she says, “You come with me and I’m going to take you home.”
I says, ‘Home ?’
She says, “Yes, home.”
So I says, ‘Oh !’

Anyway, I went with her and she took me out of this square down a very broad avenue, lined with trees. And we branched off and then we went down a slope, and it seemed as if we were going outside the town altogether. And we went out into the countryside, down a beautiful country road and I could see in the distance some small houses dotted about here and there. Gradually we arrived at a small cottage place – that’s the only way I can describe it. It was the nearest thing I’d seen, by the way, to, well, cottages and that, that I’d seen at home in England. And she, eventually stopped at a small place in its own little garden, with a little gate and a little porch to the door. Plenty of lovely flowers, again, I noticed.
 And we went in. And we went into this little place and off this little passageway on the left, I remember, was this little room – all very cosy and comfortable. Nice chairs. And I noticed there was no fireplace and I thought, “Oh well, that’s odd.”

So I said to her, ‘Oh, I see you don’t have fireplaces here then ?’
So she said, “No, we don’t need fireplaces because it’s always warm and always pleasant.”
So I said, “That’s nice isn’t it. You don’t get no rain then ?'”
So she says, “No. We don’t have any rain. But” she says, “we have dew sometimes, strange as it may seem.”
So I said, “Well, that must be nice.’
And she said, “Yes, it is.”

Anyway, we sat there talking and she started talking about me mother and me father and brother, that I had still on Earth. And she said, she often went to see them and had been going to them – and me – when I was on Earth, from infancy, and that she had been with me all through the war years. And erm, she couldn’t co…she wasn’t with me when I actually died, but she got everything all ready for me. But erm, she knew I’d be coming and that I’d be brought and, anyway, there I was and I was going to live with her and she was going to look after me and I thought, “Oh, this is nice.”

Then I thought, “Well, I don’t know, it’s all so strange.’ Anyway, I settled in and I stayed with my sister.