Satori
From: Detective Jan Wilson
To: Paul Dermott, Centre for Research into Paranormal Phenomena <pdermott@crpp.com>
Date: 27 October, 2023, 3.46 PM
Subject: Please have a look at this
Hello Paul
I hope you and your family are well, and thanks once again for your useful information on aerial phenomena that helped us make sense of the happenings on the East Coast last year. Although we’ve been criticised for using information from outside of mainstream science before, I know that your organisation uses a critical lens drawn from hard science to investigate unusual phenomena, and we have found your help invaluable in the past.
I am writing to you because I would love to have your assistance with another case that I have been working on, and it is certainly a strange one. This one could be just the sort of bizarre thing that you like to wrap your head around - if you could have a look and let me know what you think from your perspective as an investigator of the strange and mysterious, it would be really appreciated.
The case involves a local woman, Emma Harrison, who went to a psychic in July following the disappearance of her son, John. That disappearance is part of a missing persons case that we are also investigating – her son, who usually maintains good contact with his mother, went missing last year. A friend of his who went missing at the same time is believed to be connected to this disappearance.
His mother sought to make contact with her son through the services of a spiritualist medium, Sarah Orsi, and arranged for a session at the premises of a New Age store in Auckland. Police were called to the store when Emma was reported as having passed out. She was found unresponsive and has been in a coma at Auckland Hospital since then. The medium is being investigated by our department to ascertain her role in this, but charges are unlikely at this stage.
I have attached a transcript of part of the recording of the session that the medium made. If you could have a read and tell me if you have ever come across anything like this in your experience it would really help to make sense of things. It’s one of the weirdest things that I’ve come across in all my years of policing and I have a strange feeling we are dealing with something here that might lie more in your field of expertise. Let me know what you think.
(Excerpt from attached transcript)
The medium, Sarah Orsi, has entered a trance and appears to have made contact with the client’s son, John, who went missing the year before.
EMMA: John, is that you?
SARAH: Mum, I can hear you... (long pause) Where am I?
EMMA: Oh my darling, is it really you? (breaking into tears) I’ve missed you so much.
(silence)
EMMA: Are you there John? What’s happening?
SARAH: So cold...it’s dark...alone.
EMMA: Where are you? What happened to you? We all want to know what happened? I have to know.
SARAH: I don’t know where I am. I can’t see anything. So tired...
EMMA: Just try and think back. You were going out with Tane last year. Did something happen to you boys? Did you get hurt?
SARAH: (appears stressed and anxious) So hard to remember...
EMMA: Try my darling. We all miss you so much.
SARAH: (long pause) Yes...I was out with Tane. I remember now...
EMMA: Where did you go? You didn’t tell me where you were going.
SARAH: (appears to be struggling to recall) I remember...we went down to the military facility near the mountain...it’s meant to be secret and no one knows about it, but...we heard they were keeping something there...something big...
EMMA: Oh John, this isn’t one of your UFO things again, is it?
SARAH: The government knows stuff...they aren’t telling us...we just wanted to know for sure. To see once and for all.
EMMA: What did you do? Did you break in there?
SARAH: Yeah (chuckling). We got in there all right.
EMMA: What were you boys thinking? That’s so dangerous. How did you get in?
SARAH: The security was useless Mum... (laughs) we almost strolled right in. I don’t think they thought anyone knew they were there. Just cut the fence with some bolt cutters, avoided the cameras and we were all sweet. Snuck into a big hangar – they didn’t even have the door locked – losers!
EMMA: What did they do to you, my boy?
SARAH: (her body convulses; she begins recalling events as if reliving them) We’re hiding behind some crates, looking into the hangar. No one knows we’re here yet. Tane is giggling like a schoolboy but this is serious stuff. They’re hiding something big here, I can just feel it...what is that?
EMMA: What can you see? Tell me what you see. (getting increasingly agitated)
SARAH: ...It’s so weird...
EMMA: Focus my boy. What can you see?
SARAH: (screwing up her face in concentation) It’s the most bizarre damn thing I’ve ever seen...like a gigantic egg – huge! Almost to the ceiling of the hangar and it’s big enough to fit a building in...maybe two or three stories tall...
EMMA: An egg? What are you talking about?
SARAH: Yeah (giggling), a giant egg. But not smooth and hard – it’s all bumpy and glistening like some sort of body organ. And it’s coloured like skin, but all pimply and wrinkled.
EMMA: What?
SARAH: That thing’s alive, I swear it. I think I can even see it moving...throbbing...like it’s breathing.
EMMA: Alive? This doesn’t make any sense...
SARAH: Wait, what’s that?
(long pause)
EMMA: John, talk to me! What’s happening?
SARAH: This is so weird Mum... there’s a hole in the side, at the bottom, like a door...
EMMA: And...?
SARAH: And there’s a line of people walking slowly into it...but something’s not right...
EMMA: What John – what’s not right?
SARAH: They look like they’re in a trance or something, or all doped up. They’re not speaking to each other, just shuffling along with no expressions on their faces, staring straight ahead...oh wake up – don’t go in there!
EMMA: (talking as if this is happening now) Get out John. I'm scared!
SARAH: Oh no…
EMMA: What… what's happening now?
SARAH: Tane’s gone. He was here just a minute ago, but I turned around and he's gone… where is he? Oh, wait; there he is! He’s in the line of people, looking just as spaced out as they are. He’s almost into the opening in the side of that thing! (becoming agitated)
EMMA: Come back to me John. (sobbing)
SARAH: (calls out) Tane, get back here. I’m going after him!
EMMA: No!
SARAH: I have to; I can’t let that thing take him!
(long pause)
EMMA: (tearfully) What, what’s happening now?
SARAH: I'm beside him, talking to him, but he's not listening. Why won’t he listen? Won’t even look at me. Tane! It’s John! Don’t go in there Tane. I grabbed his arm but he’s too strong – it’s like something has control of him, of them all…
EMMA: Oh John!
SARAH: Why am I not affected? Why...I can’t think straight...whispering in my head...
EMMA: Please John – come back to me!
SARAH: I have to go after him! I’m going in.
EMMA: No, this is madness! I’m scared John.
SARAH: I’m walking in – it’s a tunnel but the sides are all wet and slimy like flesh. It looks like a throat.
EMMA: Get out John – that thing will eat you!
SARAH: I’m just following the others – no space to turn around now – just keeping on going ahead. The passage is narrowing and there are a few branches off in different directions. This place is like a maze. People are going different ways. And there’s music – such beautiful music, but just on the edge of hearing, like it’s far off in the distance.
(long pause)
EMMA: (sobbing)
SARAH: I’ve lost Tane! I didn’t see which way he went. I’m going on down a passage...so tired...can’t think straight...
EMMA: Wake up Sarah! Wake up! I can’t take it anymore!
SARAH: Just a bit further. It’s narrow now; I have to crawl on my hands and knees. The sides are all soft and sticky like it’s alive, like it’s organic. How come I can see? It’s giving off some kind of light – some kind of bioluminescence maybe. I feel like I’m inside the body of a living thing.
EMMA: You’re in its stomach John – it’s going to eat you!
SARAH: No, no – I can feel it, hear it in my head. It’s talking to me, willing me on. I don’t think it means me any harm.
EMMA: It’s a trap – it wants you to go deeper. Get out of there! Turn back while you still can. Please!
SARAH: ...so tired...just a little more... (suddenly convulses)
EMMA: (panicking) What happened?
SARAH: The tunnel has turned downwards - I lost my grip… I'm falling!
EMMA: No!
SARAH: I'm stuck, but this thing is squeezing me, pushing me along, going deeper…
EMMA: I told you it's like a stomach - like a digestive system. You have to get out John!
SARAH: Oh! ( sits upright in seat and tenses)
EMMA: Tell me what's happening!
SARAH: The tunnel is going almost straight down now. I'm falling, shooting along like I'm in a hydroslide. The sides are so slick and slimy - I can't stop. (falls forward)
EMMA: John?
SARAH: I've stopped falling and landed in some kind of chamber; yes it is kind of like a stomach. It’s so cozy and soft though. I feel I could lie down here…go right off to sleep. I can touch the walls - they are rubbery and warm, and I can feel a pulse like a heartbeat. I can sense its thoughts. It wants me to join it. To be part of it. It’s not a stomach – more like a womb.
EMMA: Don't listen John!
SARAH: There’s a kind of white powder at the bottom of the chamber and I'm sitting chest deep in it…I'm sinking in…deeper…deeper…it's telling me not to struggle…almost over my face now…I think this is the end…goodbye Mum...
EMMA: No, John, no!
(silence)
EMMA: John what's happening? Speak to me. I need to know!
SARAH: (suddenly calm - her voice sounds dreamy and hushed) Oh Mum - it's so beautiful. I never thought that it would be so beautiful…
EMMA: What is – what’s beautiful?
SARAH: Everything. Everything is beautiful. I can see it all now - I am everything now.
EMMA: What did that thing do to you?
SARAH: I became part of it - we are one now. I'm absorbed, loved. Part of its consciousness. It's old, very old, as old as the stars. And yes, alien. It's been so lonely.
EMMA: (breaking down) I'm so sorry, John!
SARAH: Don't be sorry mum. It all makes sense now. I am everywhere, I am everything. I remember it all now; I don't know why I closed myself off from this. I'm no longer cold and alone. And the music – I’ve never heard music so beautiful before, and the music is part of me. The colours are the most vivid I’ve ever seen, swirling all around me. I can feel myself expanding to all of space, all of time. I am floating in it like an ocean, but an ocean that’s alive. An ocean of light, and it goes on forever. I can’t tell where I end and the ocean begins.
EMMA: But where are you. Where are you?
SARAH: I'm with you Mum. I'm part of everything. There is no separation, no multiplicity. I see the truth, and you can too. Come join me. Join us.
EMMA: (suddenly calm, as if losing some internal struggle) But how? How can I be with you? I miss you so much.
SARAH: Just open your mind, let him in. He will listen. He will welcome you. You can become part of the One too. You already are part of him; you just don’t know it.
EMMA: But how...?
SARAH: Just clear your mind...call to him...he will answer...then you will understand too. You’ll understand everything.
EMMA: I’m frightened.
SARAH: Don’t be. Just give in, surrender. It’s so peaceful here...
After a long pause the recording breaks off. Police were called to the premises and found Emma Harrison unresponsive at the scene. Attempts to revive her were unsuccessful, and she remains in a coma to this day. Sarah Orsi was present but appeared confused and could not recall the events of the previous hour. She is assisting with enquiries and at this stage no charges have been laid.
Let me know if this is like anything in your experience, Paul. I’m at a dead end and don’t know where to go next on this one.
Looking forward to hearing from you.
Kind Regards
Jan Wilson
Update: Dr Paul Dermott, director of the Centre for Research into Paranormal Phenomena, was found comatose at his residence in November 2023, and is currently under medical care. He continues to be in a coma but is stable, and no cause of his condition has been established.