occult writer, Melita Denning, has re-counted one of the oddest psychic attack
accounts ever recorded.
late one evening in 1975, when a small group of people emerged from a lecture
delivered at Londonís College of Psychic Science and meandered up Victoria
Street on their way to a restaurant to continue their conversations before
Two of them,
publisher Fletcher Garland and psychic Kitty Somerset, walked slightly behind
the rest and talked quietly but intently about matters of mutual interest. But
then Somerset lapsed into silence and when she failed to answer a question,
Garland looked at her anxiously, wondering if something was wrong. In the dim
light he saw her suddenly remove her shoes. The next thing he knew, she had
stepped into the street. She seemed in a dazed state, as if lost in a trance.
members of the group, noting the abrupt silence, turned and were horrified to
see a speeding car narrowly miss Somerset. Garland dashed into the street and
had almost reached her when Somerset fell violently forward "as if poleaxed,"
in Garlandís words. She crashed hard into the concrete and lay still. Another
car passed by, this one so close that it ran over her outstretched blond hair.
waved oncoming cars away, the others helped Somerset to her feet. Even though
it was obvious she was badly hurt, and in a state of shock, she insisted that
they continue on to the restaurant. She said she would feel better there.
Besides, she wanted to phone someone.
But on their
arrival at the cafe, Somerset was overcome with pain, and it was clear to all
concerned that she had to be taken to the nearest hospital as soon as possible.
Fletcher and Roberta Livingstone, another member of the group, called a taxi
and rode with Somerset to the emergency ward.
she had become injured, her two friends could only tell doctors that she had
been "in a road accident," and fallen down. But her injuries were so extensive
that no simple fall was adequate to explain them. Her neck, collarbone, wrist,
and three ribs on her right side (the side on which she had fallen) were
fractured; the fingers of her right hand were so violently dislocated that they
were lying against the back of her hand. If her friends had not known better,
they would have thought she had fallen from some great height.
At first the
doctors thought she might have suffered an epileptic fit, but Somerset had no
history of such an affliction. Nor did she have abnormally brittle bones.
Although much about the incident baffled them, the doctors knew that if they did
not operate on her neck, she would be paralyzed from the pressure on the spinal
A few days
later, as she lay in bed slowly recovering, Somerset made a phone call. She
asked the man who answered the phone if she could speak to Ralph Seigel.
Seigel, 10 years Somersetís junior, was an odd, unprepossessing man who some
months earlier had come to see Somerset seeking psychic guidance. He told her
he hoped to master occultism and was reading extensively on the subject. He was
even working as a watchman so that he would have long, peaceful hours in which
to continue his studies.
cautiously took him on as an occasional pupil, but kept herself aloof from him,
not wanting to encourage him in a romantic way. She was a beautiful former
model who naturally at-tracted men, but she was not attracted to this
peculiarly passive, yet obsessive fellow. She tried to space their visits as
much as possible.
he began to confide in her more and more. He told her he was beginning to learn
how to project his astral body. But he also told her about his past, about a
bizarre and pathetic relationship he had had with a woman for whom he had
worked as a domestic servant. The woman, a wealthy widow, had taken him as a
lover, but had quickly transformed the relationship into a sadomasochistic
exercise. She had treated him as a slave, beaten and otherwise abused him. He
had accepted this and adored her. Then, after a brief illness she died, leaving
him desperately sad and lonely.
related the story, Somerset realized that her aloof, distant manner, far from
discouraging the young man, had actually drawn him to her, reminding him of the
woman he had loved and lost. Not wanting to hurt him, but still desiring to
remove herself from a potentially unpleasant situation, she further reduced the
frequency of their meetings.
she had her accident, she realized it had been nearly two months since she last
had seen him. She vowed to call him immediately to make amends but was unable to
do so until she had spent some time recovering in the hospital.
finally did make her call, a night watchman whose voice she did not recognize
an-swered. She asked to speak to Ralph Seigel. The man replied, "Didnít you
hear of his death?"
that he had committed suicide at work two weeks earlier. Somerset learned that
he had stabbed himself with a pair of scissors at the same moment she had
suffered her terrible fall.
As she lay
back stunned and strickened, she remembered something Seigel had said in one of
their last conversations. He said he could project astrally and visit people,
but there was one problem: he would get so excited that he would "bump into
them." But could the undersized body of the young occultist have been magnified
enough in its psychic state to have caused such a catastrophic accident?