Estelle Roberts will long be remembered as the most versatile British
medium of her time. Her public clairvoyance is remarkable not only
because of the determination with which she forces home a piece of
evidence - seldom will she accept a skeptic's reluctance to acknowledge
it - but because of her dramatic and arresting appearance on the
In former years, her direct-voice sťances, attendance at which was a
prized privilege enjoyed only by the favored few, were an almost unique
emotional experience that could never be forgotten by any sitter,
however accustomed he or she was to psychical phenomena. Why she
abandoned them, I never heard.
Her trance addressed by Red Cloud inspired many.
She has used her rare gifts lavishly, bringing comfort to thousands and
proving Survival to innumerable inquirers.
I first met her on Sunday when she was the clairvoyant at a Marylebone
Spiritualist Association service in the Aeolian Hall in Bond Street.
Then I was deeply struck by her impressively dignified appearance, one
obviously due, I was soon to know, to the fact that psychic power was
beginning to prepare her for what would be a challenge to almost anyone
Then, after she had successfully given messages, with the names of the
spirit communicators and descriptions of their personalities, she became
the very ordinary woman she is in her private life.
next few years, she acted as the clairvoyant at many meetings I
addressed - in the Royal Albert Hall and Queen's Hall, London the Town
Hall, Birmingham; the Free Trade Hall, Manchester; and in Reading and
other towns the names of which I cannot now recall. All of them were
among the most successful gatherings of the hundreds at which I have
spoken for our cause.
Often, it is with some anxiety that a speaker like myself, who has been
emphatic about the abundant proofs of Survival and has indulged in
fervent oratory, awaits the beginning of the clairvoyant's
demonstration. For, if he has never shared a platform with the medium,
he fears the evidence will be weak and unconvincing. The medium may be
unwell, with a natural deterioration, however temporary, of his or her
psychic powers - and so the meeting may end in an anticlimax. This has
happened to me more than once - and so I fear to trust a stranger.
With Estelle to follow me, I never had the slightest qualm. I could use
the phrase "As the medium will soon prove to you" with the highest
assurance that it would be justified. He psychic personality invariably
dominated any public assemblage at which she demonstrated.
At two enormous meetings arranged in the Royal Albert Hall by the
Sunday Pictorial within three
weeks, Estelle excelled even herself. I had spoken with unqualified
conviction and, directly afterwards, her electrifying mediumship more
than proved my case.
At Reading, knowing the sort of criticism the meeting might meet with
the local Press, I used such words as these:
Mrs. Roberts tells me that she has never been in this town before
tonight, when I accompanied her from the station and have been with her
ever since. That can be checked.
"She has had no time to copy names of the 'dead' from any local
cemetery, or to arrange a conspiracy with any of the town's residents."
"So I issue to
the Press this challenge: 'Get the name and address of every person to
whom a message is given. Call on them at home and cross-examine them
about any possible complicity. Then print the truth, favorable or
unfavorable to the medium as it may prove. I defy any reporter to do
As I knew would be the case, I heard no more of the matter.
About Estelle's voice sittings - much of the evidence will be found in the
pages following - I could write a volume. Until, in later years, a
non-professional member of my own home circle developed similar powers,
they were the most convincing I ever attended.
That at which Air Chief Marshal Lord Dowding heard, once again, the eager
voices of some of "The Few" who had lost their earth lives in the Battle
of Britain, which, under his victorious leadership, saved our island from
invasion by Hitler's hordes, was the most dramatic of them all.
It was at the opening of the House of Red Cloud - the revered Indian Guide
himself performed the ceremony - that I first met King George of Greece,
one of her many highly-placed sitters.
Spiritualism owes much to Estelle Roberts. It is because of my personal
debt to her that I have written this brief tribute to her remarkable