Ferry Over Jordan by Margery Lawrence 1944



“ See how desire doth outrun performance” - how depressingly true are these immortal lines! I am conscious, as I turn back the pages of this book, revised and altered and re-revised more often than I can count, how infinitely less a thing it is than I hoped it would be. How little I have been able to convey of the masses of knowledge, of material, of information, of proof that I have been given, and that I hoped to be able to hand on.

The only thing I can say to my readers who have struggled as far as this, is that inadequate as this book now seems to me, I have at least written


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in it nothing but what I believe to be the truth. I have endeavoured with the greatest honesty and sincerity at my command to hand on at least some of the things I have been taught - things that I have proved (as far, at least, as one can prove the infinite through the limitations of the finite) to be the truth, to my own satisfaction at all events.

The personal experiences I have quoted in the course of the book are true, and not merely “ written in” to add colour to the narrative. And the other cases, the instances, stories, etc., concerning other people, while I have not been able (to my regret) to gain permission in every case to use names, I can only ask my readers to accept my solemn word that these also are true and actual stories concerning actual people.

And so I must leave it, knowing that many will merely smile and shake their heads and say cynically “ Oh, yeah?” to what I have just said, and I don't blame them! To those who boast that they have their feet planted on what they think is solid earth (if they only knew!), or to those who are too fearful to probe into the future, this book will be frankly either a bore, or merely a rather crankish production over which it is a pity that Margery Lawrence has wasted so much time.

But to those others who, like me, are seeking, groping, impatient to try and find out - those to whom the old words “ What went ye out for to Seek?” and the thrilling answer “ Seek and ye shall find!” comes as a glorious clarion call that cannot be denied - those will, I hope, find in these pages some of the help that I, in my stumbling early days of interest in Spiritualism, received from many sources; and most of all, from those great souls whom we know only as “ Guides”.

And if what I have written seems foolish, unconvincing - even perhaps absurd - then blame the failure on my inadequacy, not upon the Masters with whom I have studied for so many years.

For, indeed, only those who, like myself, have been privileged to know Them, know how great They are, and how wise, and how infinitely patient with human follies and weaknesses. So knowing that, I take heart of grace as I write these last words, and say:

“ A poor thing, my Masters, where I hoped to produce a great! But - at least the very best that I can do.”

Margery Lawrence.
London, August 1942 - May 1943.


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(Names arranged in alphabetical order. This must not be taken
as grading them in order of merit.)


Miss Lilian Bailey Mrs. Barkel

Mr. Joseph Benjamin Mr. Arthur Bhaduri Arnold Clare Mrs. Grace Cooke Margery Crandon Mrs. Helen Duncan Mrs. Eileen Garrett Linda Gazza Mrs. Guppy Mrs. Pickering Gray Daniel Dunglas Home Mrs. Bertha Harris Jock McKie

Mrs. Osborne Leonard

Adele Maginot

Mrs. Pamela Nash Eusapia Paladino Florizel de Reuter Mrs. Estelle Roberts Rudi Schneider Mrs. Sharplin Maria Silbert Ronald Strong John C. Sloan Lucia Sordi “ Theodora” George Valiantine Jack Webber Eleanore Zogun Etc. etc.