Grace Rosher was born circa 1889 and died in 1980. It can be noted from the photograph which heads this article that Rosher’s method is different from that of Stainton Moses, Geraldine Cummings and William Stead, as referenced above. The pen was clearly only balanced on the medium's hands rather than held, which suggests that the actual writing did not come through the medium's hand as such, i.e. automatic or passive writing, more possibly on the side of psychography and independent/direct control.
Her psychic potential, as noted in her own words, came to the forefront with the death of her fiancé, Gordon E. Burdick, who in 1956 was serving in the Canadian Navy at Vancouver; a week before he was due to sail to London he died.
Rosher notes on page 1 of “Beyond the Horizon”:
It was half past three on a September afternoon in 1957. I was sitting at my table engaged in writing letters. I had just finished one and had addressed the envelope and
was debating in my mind whether there would be time to begin another before a visitor I was expecting to tea was due to arrive.
My hand still holding my pen was resting on the writing pad whilst I was trying to decide this question, when I heard the words “Leave your hand there and see what happens,” as distinctly as though spoken. I conclude now that I must have heard them clairaudiently. My instant mental reaction was ‘Why nothing is likely to happen,’ but to my utter astonishment the pen started to move without any effort on my part. As I watched fascinated I concluded that some sort of electric force in myself must be causing the pen to move; but out of the erratic line creeping across the page words began to form, and the message “With love from Gordon,” slowly appeared.
The sentence was repeated, then my name and a term of endearment, followed by the words “write often.” The words were all joined together, and the writing which was very small, was shaky and uncertain. Very puzzled, I mentally said “Who is doing this, is it you or me?” Immediately the pen moved and wrote “I am, it is me, Gordon,
Gordon.” The name repeated as though anxious to convince me. Then followed a very personal and precious message.
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