Living on the Northern Beaches of Sydney, often referred to as the “Insular Peninsular” because us NB folk don’t cross over the Spit or Roseville Bridges too often, I was getting the opportunity to visit a lot of historical places in Sydney’s west and south west, courtesy of the Australian Paranormal Phenomenon Investigators (“APPI”) group.
In what would be my second official duties with the APPI group, tonight was going to be a little different to my other outings, in so much it would be a séance night as opposed to an investigation or ghost tour. And the place I was heading down the M2 was Roughley House at Dural.
Roughley House is a colonial heritage listed homestead established in 1856. Unlike other museums, Roughley House denotes the changing lifestyle of one family over five generations, each generation leaving their own stamp.
Clive Roughley the youngest of five children lived in Roughley House until his passing in 2002. In 1984 without any direct heirs to pass on his family home, Clive decided to sell Roughley House and The Pines to The Hills Shire Council. This was provided that the property would become a time capsule of colonial life and the Roughley family's story.
With little equipment to be unloaded the set up was all done very quickly, and the guests arrived ready to commence at 7pm. Peet gave a brief explanation of how the night would run, then Lynda did an excellent job of describing the history of the beautiful surrounds. The group was broken into three groups of five, and we set off to do the various activities.
Now there were three activities for the night – table tipping, a medium, and crystal pendulum work. Now, I have to be really honest here – the table tipping has never worked for me on the three occasions I have tried it; things with crystals sounds a bit “hippy”; and as for a medium, forget it. But, wot the heck……………..
I started out in the table tipping session on the first floor children’s bedroom. The medium lady, without going into the building, had already detected the presence of a young girl there. So our group went up, and almost straight away the activity started.
To my amazement, the table almost immediately started moving and tilting back and forth, and even twisting around. The biggest problem was trying to get this group to ask questions to get the interaction happening, which they eventually did. And over time they did find out there was a young girl in the room making this activity. The young girl was having a great time tilting and turning the table, and seemed to enjoy “showing off” to the group.
Now the other strange thing that happened was parts of the room started to turn cold, and being a fairly confined space it was initially quite warm and humid. It was then detected that an adult male presence had entered the room.
Then a girl in the group became unwell and started to experience chest pains. So I escorted her down the stairs and back to the “base camp” where I got her some water and stayed with her until she began to feel better. She said she wanted to go back, which she did, but did not want to take an active part in the table tipping, which was still going as strong as ever, so she just watched.
One of the group told whoever it was it was ok to tip the table right over so it fell on the floor, and this happened to the point where Lyn actually had to reach out to potentially catch the table in case it did tip right over.
Anyhow, time was up and the group went to their next activity. I went and had a look at the crystal pendulum work, which is basically where you dangle a crystal from your hand and it moves in response to various questions asked by the group. The group started getting responses to their questions – some people stronger than others, and it seemed to depend on where you were in the room.
Then we heard a strange rumbling sound – soft at first but it quickly grew louder and louder. “Damn you to hell stomach” I said, and left the amused group (embarrassed) saying “nothing paranormal happening here folks”.
I went back upstairs to the table tipping, and the activity there was stronger than ever. I was asked if I wanted to join in, which I quickly said yes, and the table tilted quite a few times at me in response to questions – very strange, as I am normally thought I was an energy sapper? But tilt it did.
Ok – next to the medium lady if for no other reason to see how this was done. I was in the parlour room with this group, complete with APPI investigators Lynda and Suzanne. The medium, whose name was Crystal Moore then went into a trance-like state where we were soon “connected” to James Roughley (junior), who we found out did not live in this house but a bit further down the road on the same property.
At the beginning of the night when I got there and before the guests arrived, I studied the historic timeline of the Roughleys that was in the visitors centre. I had also recently read a book about John Macarthur, the early wool pioneer, which will become relevant in a minute. Anyhow, either this medium is play acting with the greatest knowledge of the Roughley family history and local history of John Macarthur than anyone in Australia, or she was actually channelling James Roughley (junior), who described in detail about his life and transportation to Australia, his family, and the personal attributes of John Macarthur, which were exactly as describe in the book I had read about him. Oh, and by the way, the medium never entered the visitor’s centre where the Roughley family timeline was situated, but she [he?] was absolutely correct in every detail. This, coupled with the fact that Crystal had detected the presence of the young girl in the upstairs bedroom before even entering the house, well, left me gob smacked.
After this, Crystal was completely exhausted and dizzy, and I had to physically escort her back to the visitors centre. And BTW, this James Roughley junior chap was not exactly a nice person and not all that complimentary about women, a point which APPI guide Lynda got him stirred up about!
During free time I went back to the upstairs bedroom where the table tipping was as active as ever. The group that were there asked me to join in, and I discovered a young boy by the name of Thomas had now joined us, and like the little girl before, who turned out to be his sister, was having a great time “communicating” to us via the table. Then Clive Roughley himself joined in, and instead of tipping the table, he made it shake quite violently. Unfortunately, it was then time to pack up, as we would have stayed much longer.
So, the night ended and all the guests I spoke to experienced different things. Some of the APPI guys and gals also experienced being touched, and one lady said she had a person named “Clive” sitting on her lap and could feel him breathing down her neck! No one left there that night without experiencing the most amazing, errhh, experiences, including myself.
Oh, and BTW, I got my APPI T-shirt [thanks heaps Peet] so I now feel I am officially part of this amazing group!
So back down the M2 guided by my trusty Tom Tom – and tonight I didn’t miss my turnoff like my last outing. But with much to think about and ponder, it was amazing I didn’t.
22 November 2015
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