My Path to Radionics

I had no idea what she was talking about and called out to her saying so, but she refused to say another word. I thought she was ramblingand promptly forgot the incident. But soon after this I was reading a lournal which spoke about a pamphlet called ‘The Pendulum’, and I naturally sent straight off for a copy. This was a monthly revue of Radiesthesia, founded by Lt. Col. F.A. Archdale. The first number being in October 1950. It was invaluable for everybody interested in our subjects as it was very comprehensive, e.g. in the first number we have News Items from abroad; Serial numbers; Fundamental Rays; The ‘Mager Rosette’ and compass; Testing soil; ‘Bottled Rays’; Personal Colours; Colours and musical notes; Residual rays and ghosts; Radiesthesia and War; Radionic Therapy. No subject was excluded.

The Co-Editorship later included Mr Egerton Sykes, F.R.G.S., F.I.I.A. and the magazine ran until Vol. 16, No. 11 July 1967.

Mr Archdale also wrote that excellent booklet Elementary Radiesthesia and the use of the Pendulum.

I found the magazine contained an article describing new techniques for diagnosing disease by a Dr. Mary Walker of Oxford. It also included instructions for making a pendulum of one’s own. I decided I must make one, so I sneaked a cotton real from my wife’s workbasket and a wooden skewer from the kitchen drawer. I took them into the park, and set about whittling down one end of the cotton reel to a point Then I pushed the wooden skewer through the centre of the reel, made a small hole in the end of it for a cord, took it home, painted it black, and ‘lo and behold’, I had created my first pendulum. It has been constantly and effectively used ever since.

The article that had set me going included a notice of a lecture to be given in Chelsea by Dr. Walker saying that she would describe her new methods. This seemed too good an opportunity to miss. So off I went and was so impressed by what she had to say, that when she had finished I told her how interested I was, and this led to an invitation to join her class in Oxford.

Of course I had little idea what I was letting myself in for, but I was convinced it was right to go and to find out if what she was teaching was for me. I was delighted to discover that I was learning a great deal.

It was at this crucial point that my life was disrupted by matrimonial breakup. My wife left me taking our four year old son. My business collapsed, so at the age of 45 I was left penniless. I moved into a bed-sitting room in a poor quarter of London and existed on £1.50 per week dole money. How I kicked at fate for having dealt me such a blow! Why should il happen to me, just at a time when events seemed to be shaping my life towards a genuine vocation? I felt utterly alone and my thoughts of the future were bitter.

What lay ahead? How should I earn a living? In the eyes of prospective employers I could clearly read ‘too old’. But, eventually, a small clerical job came my way and I was able to pick up the threads of life once more.

I went back to the lady in Oxford where i was able to buy a radionic instrument and a book of instructions. In my small room I worked and experimented evening after evening. Sometimes I managed to make a successful diagnosis; at others utter frustration was the only answer and I wanted to throw my ‘Box’ out of the window. But I kept up these visits to Oxford, where I discovered what I really needed was a book which Dr. Walker had shown me, published privately by Dr. Ruth B. Drown of America, one of the founders of Radionics. It was called Theory and Technique of the Drown Radio Therapy. Dr. Walker could not let me have her copy and she had no other available, so I advertised in journals, searched second-hand bookshops, and made endless enquiries from everyone I could. One and all gave me the same answer, “quite unobtainable”.

Suddenly I was offered a basement room in a house off Baker Street, run by a lady whose late husband had been taught by Dr. Drown. It was an improvement in my fortunes for which I was most grateful, particularly as it gave me the chance of talking radionics with someone who lived in London. My visits to Oxford were no longer imperative and I ceased to go there.

With my small belongings I moved in to my new quarters and a new chapter of events. On my arrival I was greeted by a housekeeper in a smart white coat. She showed me to my room, and on the way gan telling me a sad story of how she had burnt her hand that day and was very worried about it, since she was the sort of person who never healed quickly.

She took off the dressing and showed it to me. It was a very bad burn. She kept on pestering me about it, so in the end, in order to get rid of herI put my hand lightly on hers for a moment or two and said, ” That could help”. To my relief the small concession satisfied her and she left me to unpack. The sequel was surprising. The next morning she rushed into my room exclaiming excitedly, “It’s cured! It’s cured! Wonderful! You came in the night and I saw you do it! What shall I do now?”

I said she could, if she liked, show it to the lady upstairs who was a physiotherapist. Later that day the lady asked me up and we had, what was foi me, another momentous chat. Eventually the day came when In produced another clue for me — she advised me to go and see a Mrs Mary Leigh in Wimbledon.

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