From the book Solid Proofs of SurvivalEiner Nielsen
THE DESERTED WIFE
I met Mr. A. for the first time at a seance in a friend's house. He was very much interested in the question, "Is there a life after death?" He had never before attended a seance, and knew about Spiritualism only through books. At the first seance he was very enthusiastic, and one of the sitters said that the spirit communicators would do everything in their power to get him convinced.
One night when we drove home from a seance, he said, "There are things, anyhow, we cannot get to know, and which I do not think the spirit world can tell us."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"It is my secret," he answered.
Six months later, at a seance, a female entity came out of the cabinet, went straight to him and said: "I am your first wife, Bertha, whom you deserted. You left me alone with our child, and after great sufferings I died. My body is buried in the cemetery of H., and our daughter lives in great misery in L. Try to find her and help her; in that way you may compensate the wrong you have done." Then she vanished, dematerialising in the midst of the floor. She was one of the last entities who appeared that night, and soon afterwards the seance came to an end.
After the seance I had great difficulty in returning to normal, and, when I at last succeeded, I staggered to a divan to get a rest. In the meantime, Mr. A. tried to explain away to the other sitters his matrimonial experiences. His first wife had been insane as she died, and that was perhaps the reason why she talked now as she did. He had heard that people awoke in the same state as that in which they had died, and so on. While he talked, I felt that somebody stood at my side, and I clairvoyantly saw a young lady. At once I fell into trance, and the young woman began to talk through me, and said, "What he is saying is not true; he left me." If Mr. A. had been moved during the first message, he was much more moved when he heard her protest, and instead of continuing his explanations he fell silent.
I did not hear from him for some days, but then he came to me and spoke of his youth, about which he had been thinking, and about which he was quite sure nobody knew anything. He had not thought for a moment that his wife could materialise. Now it had actually happened, and the experience had been so convincing that he had to acknowledge the fact that it was really she. He told me about his youth, how at the age of twenty he had married a good and nice girl as young as himself, but that soon afterwards he began to lead a wild life, to drink with his friends and spend money on his lady friends. He wasted the money his father had given to him just before his wedding, and he neglected his business. His wife had wept and prayed him to fight against his passion. He ought to have remembered that in a few months' time their first child was going to be born. One day, discovering that he was ruined, he went away and did not return home. After many years he came back as a well-to-do man and got news of his wife. She had sold her furniture and, after her little girl was born, she had secured a position as housekeeper in a widower's house. She was taken ill with tuberculosis, but was allowed to keep her position as long as she could do her work. Two years after the birth of her child, she died in a hospital, and no friends attended her funeral at the small village cemetery. The little girl was educated by strangers. Now she was married in L., but had to struggle hard for her living. He had not yet met her, but wanted to do so.
Some days later Mr. A. went to the village where his first wife had spent her last years, put a nice memorial tablet on her grave and prayed to God to help her and to forgive his mistakes. His next task was to seek out his daughter. She was surprised to meet quite unexpectedly a wealthy father. After many explanations he persuaded her to accept help from him.
After all these experiences he came once more to me and attended a seance at which his wife appeared. She had followed him, and had seen him at her grave, heard his prayer, and gone with him to their daughter. She was happy that he had helped her, and after relating all this, she, a spirit, and he, a human being, knelt together on the floor in the middle of the seance room and prayed for God's blessing for both of them.
At such a moment heavenly happiness may befall us human beings, and I know that the people who attended the seance that evening will never forget it. It will be written with bright letters in their book of remembrance for ever.