IN life's journey there are times when a great experience comes as a
shining light to brighten the way, something to bring new hope,
comfort and enlightenment to our lives.

Suddenly, the Bible tells us, there was a bright light. From this
materialised two figures, Moses and Elijah, who had passed many
hundreds of years before.

At first the disciples were afraid. When they heard the kindly, loving voices of these two great prophets gently informing them that they had come from the spirit realms with a message for Jesus their fear turned to wonder and joy.

The communication for Jesus was to inform him that soon he would
join them in the spirit world. The message for the disciples was that
here was the complete evidence for Jesus' fundamental teaching
that what we call death is simply the change to a new environment.

to eternal existence. It prepared Peter and the other disciples for the
return of their beloved master in materialised form following his
passing at Calvary.

Many may say that these events happened 2,000 years ago. Can
they happen today? The short answer is "Yes". History proves that in
the intervening centuries there have always been faithful servants
of God blessed with the priceless gift of mediumship.

Such a servant of God was Alec Harris. With the loving and faithful
help of his charming and gifted wife, Louie, he brought hope,
comfort and enlightenment to countless people who mourned a
loved one.

Over 30 years ago I met Alec and Louie in Cardiff when they kindly
invited me to a circle in their home. That wonderful night was for me
the highlight of my life.

One by one, long-lost friends, now in what is beautifully described as
the Summerland by them, fully materialised. They came forth to
speak to their loved ones. One such reunion deeply touched us all. A
father and mother who had "lost" their only son in the second world
war and were in deep sorrow suddenly saw their beloved boy come
forth to greet them. Yes, there were tears - but tears of joy!

It is a great joy to me that the record of the wonderful work for
humanity freely given by my dear friend Alec Harris is now
published. It is not only a tribute to his

all who mourn.
Rev George May DD, PhD
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EARLY one morning in 1909 I woke with a strange feeling of
excitement-it was almost exhilaration-as I recalled my visit, with my
father the previous night, to the Palace Theatre in Porth, S Wales.
Strangely, it was not so much the stage performance which
enchanted me, but the accompanying orchestra which filled my
childish heart with such delight. The thrill of it still lingered when I
woke the following morning. I could picture Tommy Morris, the
conductor, expertly leading his musicians as he swayed, caressing
his violin with his chin while his sensitive fingers coaxed one lovely
melody after another from his precious instrument. Something
stirred deep down inside me. I knew when I grew up I wanted to be
a violinist. I, too, would make the strings sing sweet music; I, too,
might lead a similar orchestra. The decision was surprising. I was
only nine years old and had never played any instrument.
Nevertheless I knew that was what I would one day be.

At that time I could not possibly know what destiny held in store for
me, how Fate had already decreed that my path should cross that of
Alexander Frederick Harris, of Cardiff, S Wales. Though then totally
unaware of his extraordinary psychic powers, he was destined, it
seemed, to become one of the most outstanding materialisation
mediums of our time.

This is our story, that of our meeting, marriage and eventual mutual
involvement in developing his quite phenomenal spirit gifts. Alec's
dedication and his selfless service to the sick and the bereaved are
well known. Countless Spiritualists, and non-Spiritualists, flocked to
our home to witness and marvel because when Alec sat in the
seance cabinet, the two worlds, apparently so far apart and
inaccessible to one another, could and did meet. The spirit world
manifestations were as solid and real as physical ones.

On that morning after my theatre visit, I had a mind only for music, indeed, only for the violin. Eventually, when aged fifteen-and-a-half, I became a qualified violinist. My dream came true.

It was then 1916. Britain was in the throes of war. Quite
unexpectedly Father's health gave the family cause for grave
concern. He contracted an incurable ailment and became seriously
ill. Very soon he had to give up his job. Father ultimately succumbed
to the malignant disease and passed on. It was a bitter blow to all of
us. He had always made home such a happy place, filling it with
musicians and singers. But it was his passing, and a message he
sent to me through Mother, that set me thinking about life after
death. The subsequent fulfilment of a prophecy proved beyond
doubt that he lived on. It was the first link in a chain of psychic
events which indicated that this world and the Beyond
interpenetrate. Each is as real as the other.

None of us in the family had had any psychic experiences, except Father, who often spoke of hearing voices. Not being conversant with such matters, we were inclined to treat these

disembodied voices with a measure of jocularity, as a figment of
imagination perhaps. But Father's awareness of the Hereafter was
greater than we realised.