The Medium as Detective

Taken from : From One World to Another by Rita Rogers

The communication that I have with the spirit world and the messages that the spirits give me, sometimes enable me and the recipients of these messages to make sense of the many unanswered questions that surround a person’s death.

Spirits like to begin readings by talking about how they passed away. Of ten this can be a very harrowing experience for the person for whom I am reading and I will need to make a decision as to whether what they are saying is going to be helpful or not to that person. Sometimes you have to spare the family the most distressing details, focusing instead on the fact that the person is safe, secure and most importantly, now without pain. Such messages can be very helpful to relatives, particularly in the case of suicides or murders. But there are other ways as well in which spirits can help solve mysteries for example, like the time when I was able to find the lost share certificates for the woman in Skegness; or when I am able to help an elderly woman find a piece of jewellery that has been missing for some years. These situations can be very rewarding. Although I don’t like to set myself up as some kind of spiritual detective, more often than not I will find myself helping to piece together some mystery as a result of a reading. Whether it is discovering something about a death or finding a missing person, the spirits will always give the answers.

In the winter of 1984 I received a telephone call from an army General who was based in Inverness. To my astonishment he said that he needed my help. Two of his soldiers had gone missing in he Cairngorms and he was wondering whether I might be able to locate them. I was hesitant about committing myself to such a task, since for someone to come through in spirit there must be some kind of connection between the recipient and the spirit and I did not know the General. I was about to end the conversation when he told me that in 1976 I had given a reading at a psychic fair I had gone to when I was starting out to one of the missing men, a Sergeant called Paul Rodgers, then a Corporal. The General told me that Sergeant Rodgers had raved about the reading I had given him and he had been amazed that so many of the predictions I had given him had afterwards come about. I had predicted his promotion and that sort of thing, but perhaps more ominously I had told him that one day he lost in the mountains. The General asked me if I would help to ease the uncertainty surrounding the case, and at the very least tell the missing man’s wife whether he was alive or not.

Half an hour later I found myself giving a reading to the Sergeant’s father. A voice came through loud and clear, which told me that his wife was Linda and the name of the other missing man. And then he began telling me very precisely where they were. I told the General, and a search began at once. But I also knew then that Sergeant Rodgers had not yet passed away. To have heard his voice would have meant that he was already in spirit, but while I was hearing the voice of his colleague, who had passed over. He was beyond help, but what he wanted me to do now was to save the life of his friend.

A helicopter circled the area that had been described to me. I was in constant contact with the pilot, giving his directions and landmarks. I think then that the pilot thought that I was a witch or something. He seemed to be laughing at me and I knew that he didn’t really believe in what I was doing or saying to him. Because of the heavy snow the chopper could find no trace of the soldiers and because of the hazardous weather conditions they were forced to abandon their search. But the next day they located the missing men, buried in snow in the same area I had described to the pilot the previous day. It was too late; both men had died from exposure. Had the weather not been so bad the day before, Paul Rodgers might have been saved, but it was not to be. The pilot admitted to me later that he felt he had to take back everything he had said.

Initially, I was frustrated. You see, I knew that the men who had contacted me had been not quite at the top of a mountain and he was indeed found buried in snow in such a spot. He had told me Paul Rodgers was further up and that he had injured his ankle so he was unable to walk. I could see that he had built himself something of an igloo to keep warm in the snowstorm, but the blizzard was so heavy it had quickly covered him up and trapped him. This is why the helicopter wasn’t able to spot him, even though I knew he could hear it whirring. They found the shelter when they recovered the body. I also sensed that it was at midnight that he passed over and this accorded with the doctor’s report when the bodies were examined. We had been so close. But the main thing was that we had, through the help of Sergeant Rodger’s friend, tried our best.