from Pittsford, New York, told the Dunkirk newspaper that he cured her of blindness.
Mae West, who depended on Jack for career guidance and who knows what else, once chased him all the way from California to Lily Dale. Maeâs bodyguards were gorgeous, remembered Betty Schultz, who saw them. Jack often entertained Maeâs friends at parties in Santa Monica while Mae sat to the side dressed in an elegant, floor-length gown. It was said that a five-carat diamond ring he wore was a gift from her. Jack died well before Mae did, but that didnât end their story.
In 1974, ten years after his death, Mae settled down to watch television in her Hollywood apartment one evening. While waiting for the television to warm up, she heard a deep voice. It was as though someone was trying to say something but couldnât get the words out, Mae told an interviewer. She looked toward the other end of the couch and saw two feet in menâs shoes.
Then trousers appeared, and, finally, Jack Kelly, clad in full-dress white tie, looking about thirty years old. He was completely solid, she told the interviewer.
West yelled for her bodyguard, who was in the other room, and the apparition began to disappear. âHe dissolved right before my eyes, down through the couch, and was gone,â Mae told a reporter. The bodyguard, shouting, âWhat happened?â ran into the room, but only Mae was on the couch.
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I asked Hilda, why arenât the mediums of today able to do what the old-timers did?
âItâs the money,â she said. âThese mediums charge too much money, and thatâs why they donât have the power mediums once did.â Hilda can remember when mediums left a basket by the door for donations and didnât name a fee. She can well remember when five dollars was considered plenty. Now mediums charge forty to seventy-five dollars for a half-hour of time.
I asked Hilda whether anybody in Lily Dale was a born medium.
âI donât want to say anything against any of them,â she said. âTheyâre good people.â
But was there one whom she could absolutely vouch for?
âAnne Gehman,â she said. âSheâs a born medium.â
Then Hilda shook her head and looked worried. âI donât know for sure, because Anneâs had several husbands, and youâd think that if she was a true medium she wouldnât have so much trouble. She also said that Gerald Ford was going to win another term, and he didnât.â
But one of the husbands died. Anne couldnât be held accountable for that, and, as for the wrong predictions, nobodyâs right all the time. Even Hilda doesnât expect that. Anne, who lived in Washington, D.C., and was married to a Georgetown University professor, spent part of her summers in a big pink and white cottage that faces the lake. She helped catch serial killer Ted Bundy and had some of the most powerful people in Washington as her clients, Hilda said.
Before I left, the old lady gave me a piece of advice.
âLearn everything you can while youâre on the earth plane,â she said, âand remember this: you take your bundle with you. Everything you learn here goes into the next world for you to use.â
Iâm convinced that we believe certain things about religion because they seem right. Some people call that a knowing. Some people call it resonance. Some people call it God talking. Whatever it is, that feeling is what really communicates to us, and we find ourselves thinking, Thatâs right. I believe that.
When Hilda said we take our bundle with us, I thought, Thatâs right. I believe that. And her words shifted something in me. I quoted them many times to other people who never failed to nod and say, âUmmm,â as though Iâd just imparted some great notion. I didnât realize that Hildaâs words werenât as magical to everyone as they were to me until I repeated them to
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