Patience Worth, word from the Ouija
What a great story this is and to this day doubt amongst those sceptical of the ouija has not been proven.
As the story goes, ghost writing was very popular using a planchette and pencil well before the Ouija board came into commercial being. It worked in a way that it would write as it moved. It could be one word or pages of comprehensive writing. It seemed in many cases the writing took on the letter type writing of the time .
One the Ouija came into being the automatic writing device made way for the easier to use board. This story began with a typical middle class person Pearl Curran using a ouija that in its day had a very good public acceptance.
Now Pearl came from a middle class family, and in 1926 under oath claimed that poetry and writing was not something her parents or herself were exposed too.
" Father seldom read poetry aloud; your informant was wrong.* As a
child I read no poetry
except such as was in school readers or given me for declamations. I didn't learn
When asked about her exposure to literature she claimed
When a girl I read "Black
Beauty," and the Louisa Alcott books. I liked these. I was fourteen or fifteen when
my father began to read to me; I didn't keep still long enough. He read some of
Dickens; we had two of his novels. The first real novel I remember reading myself
was "Uncle Tom's Cabin," at about fifteen.
She was musically talented and she taught music at home and sold printed music for a job amongst other mundane chores. She was just a average middle class person until she worked the Ouija board.
1913 and a regular session with the board produced a different type of interaction, it was stronger than before with a formally deceased person named Pat-C.
Pat described herself as living in England born in 1649 and died in 1694.
As the verses came out the composition was about 90% old English and 10% French. These were documented and with the help of her Husband transcribed the word from the Ouija to paper. Verses and later stories flowed from the Ouija. 1915 and the verses of Patience Worth was noted amongst newspapers of the day.
Patience’s most celebrated work, The Sorry Tale, a 644-page, 325,000 word novel about the last days of Jesus, was released in June 1917.
In 1926 a case was heard to confirm exactly how genuine it all was, the case opened with many items of interest and testimonies from many. This one about her Character was held the dominant view she had very limited literary skill.
As reported from the transcripts 1926 ... Testimony of Mrs. H. An intelligent lady whom I personally interviewed.
She is younger but remembers the latter
part of Mrs. Curran's life in Palmer well. They were
friendly and the present Mrs. H. was in the Pollard house a good deal. She took
lessons of "Pearl."
Music seemed the only study she was interested in.
Her father had few books. She didn't read much, nor talk about poetry. I used to
hear her father talk but don't think he talked about books much.
Mrs. Pollard, I understood, was never satisfied with living in Palmer.
I thought Pearl a perfectly genuine, sincere young woman.
Mrs. H. knew very little about the Patience Worth matter, and I think was hardly
aware of the significance of her testimony.
Many hundreds of pages over 4 million words were produced from this case and no fraud was found during this time, Many books have been written and poems also. I do like the comment in the Above video, when Pearl was asked by a sceptic how she did this trick, Patience Worth went to work on the ouija and answered it herself by saying If you are so sure this is a trick lets see you do it
Pearl Died in 1937 and the works of Patience ceased.
A small verse from Patience
Who said that love was fire
Who said that love was fire?
I know that love is ash.
It is the thing which remains
When the fire is spent,
The holy essence of experience.
The beginning of Chapter 1
A Sorry Tale
"PANDA, Panda, tellest thou a truth? Panda, thou whose skin is burned to
saffron from desert's blaze, look thou, and tell but truth! 'Tis Theia who
"Panda, the gods do forsake thee and Theia. Gods! In pity's name, gods!
What, what does a word, a word sent of prayer, buy of gods? Gods! Panda,
the gods are but the streaming tongues of priests.
"Panda, the earth doth rock and sick o'ercomes thy Theia. The earth doth
rock like sagging slip of camel. The smell hath set it deep within the sick.
Panda, speak! seest thou a burning torch or lamp that sheweth thee and me
"The dark doth lift not; but thou, Theia, canst see 'tis stars' light and
yonder standeth, high and black, the city's walls. Canst thou then lean upon
thy Panda and set ahead?"
Nay, Panda, nay. But leave me rest and sit here beneath the stars that I
may sing and pour the emptiness of this heart unto the night.
"Yon walls, Panda, shall shut the far land ever from thy Theia's tongue.
Yea, hate shall step with Theia there within the walls and seal her lips, and
seal their bate. The morrow, yea, Panda, I fear the morrow shall break upon
the fruit of hate. Canst thou but step thee on and search thee for one to aid?
'Tis well upon me, Panda, and I weak and fail. The chill doth creep and eye
doth shew a weary gray ahead, and haunting bright behind.
"Thou, Panda, thou and Theia, the waste of Rome! Rome, who holdeth
carrion and decketh it with rose, and yet hath not a place for thee and me.
Rome! Rome, white banded, and yet she leaveth Theia but the desert-burnt
for aid. Panda, on!"
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