This book really was riveting, but not for good reasons. Author Joe Fisher impressively takes the reader through his initial sessions with 'Aviva Neumann', the unwitting medium whose chanelling began when she was attempting to battle her leukemia by undergoing hypnotic suggestions to become well (in addition to conventional chemotherapy treatment, I must add). During these trance sessions, she initially began conversing through an 'alter-conscious', and eventually, a fully-fledged personality emerged, than of a nineteenth-century sheep farmer named Russell who claimed to be her spirit guide. Aviva, though she is unaware of what is said while in trance, and speaks a range of accents and languages that she herself does not know, winds up attracting a small group of loyal devotees, whose spirit guides slowly learn to speak through Aviva as well.
The material the guides speak of is interesting and unconventional (the guides differentiate 'spirits'/souls from 'entities' -- the latter have guides; the former do not), but it quickly becomes apparent that something is amiss: it quickly becomes easy to see how the group is controlled by this unusual dynamic; those who might question the belief, or break apart the group, are conveniently labelled as 'souls', and not 'entities'; thus, they have no spirit guide to speak to, and so their interest usually peters out. This is just the tip of the iceberg as far as the deception goes.
Fisher manages to quickly become emotionally entrenched with the group, thanks in no short part to his supposed 'spirit guide', an eighteenth-century peasant named Filipa. Fisher eventually becomes obsessed with her, seeing her as an unconditional loving force, one who knows him more intimately than even he knows himself -- a belief that costs him his marriages and several relationships afterward.
As an outside observer, it is tragic to see how his personal relationships slowly deteriorate, as he becomes wrapped up closer and closer with the spiritualist group that meets every Friday night. Clearly, by the time of writing the book, he had realized much the same thing, but to see the descent into madness (for lack of a better term) is heartbreaking: this is a man who clearly wanted something in his life that he wasn't getting...except through Filipa.
And yet, the spell is slowly broken, bit by bit. Interpersonal tensions between Roger, the man who initially put Aviva in trance to give her hypnotic healing suggestions, and the supposed guides lead to his dismissal as Aviva's hypnotic therapist; his role is assumed by a man named Sanford, whose healing powers are supposedly critical for Aviva to live. As we later find out, the guides, lead by the indomitable 'Russell', privately encourage, intimidate, and threaten Sanford -- nearly costing him his own marriage, and straining relations between him and the waking Aviva. His story seems eerily similar to Fisher's, and while a chapter was devoted to what happened in private, it feels like there could have been more there.
But the spell only really starts to be broken when Fisher, in his journalistic pursuit of the truth, attempts to verify some of the information given, particularly of Ernest, a supposed WWII pilot in England; of Harry Maddox, a cable-runner in the trenches of WWI; of Russel himself; and finally, his beloved Filipa. To that end, he travels frequently to England and Greece to search records, and it is here where the book truly delves into some of its most mysterious, frustrating, and engaging material.
The guides freely mix truth with outright fabrications.
For example, Ernest Alfred Scott gave information about 99 Squadron that, according to interviews with the actual surviving members, no one could know unless they were there, such as having to sleep in a stadium due to no other accommodations being available. His lengthy discussions about the types of planes and weapons they carried is spot on. BUT, any attempt at searching the records -- and Fisher clearly did his research -- shows there is no one by that name in the Squadron.
There WAS a Malcolm Scott, and upon playing some of the records of Ernest speaking, one of the former Squadron members comments that the intonation and language sound like it could be Malcolm Scott, but Ernest never mentioned anything about a Malcolm. The street he supposedly lived on doesn't exist. The street he supposedly died in, in 1944 Coventry, doesn't exist. When Fisher confronts Ernest with this, there is suddenly quite a lot of talk about him needing to reincarnate; he even gives information about what his birth name and date will be. Eerily enough, there IS a baby born by that name, on the date he said, and although the city is wrong, the city listed is very close to the one Ernest claimed. (Although Fisher contacts the parents, they wisely opted not to get involved because they didn't think it best for their son; I have to wonder if the baby -- who would now be fully grown -- has seen this book, and wonder what he must think.)
This infuriating mixture of unfailingly accurate detail mixed with falsehoods comes to a head when he researches Filipa, or attempts to: the spot where he thought her village might be, initially assuming it has changed names since then, turns out to not be it. There is no one with her surname ever in that village. The 'big village' that she took five days to walk to, Alexandropolis, is actually a dingy little port on the north-eastern part of Greece...and was only founded in 1850. All the details are there, but nothing adds up. The most intriguing part of all of this is when he brings the tapes to a Greek scholar at the University of Toronto, who says that all of the details would only be accurate for someone in Greece from the period of around 1912-1920, during the Balkan Wars -- a far cry from the eighteenth-century that she claimed!
It is absolutely tragic to see Fisher's faith in these guides slowly shaken -- for now the veil has been lifted, and he is able to see how the guides have been master manipulators all along, charming the group with warnings against manipulators while themselves using the same methods to create an almost cult-like atmosphere: true to form, he is not believed, blamed for not trying 'hard enough' (Russell even feigns outrage that no one thought to record his information down in the register!) When he finally breaks free, it doesn't even feel like a relief, but almost just like another disappointment, made even worse by the fact that he attempts to investigate other mediums and comes to the same shaky conclusion -- even the case of George Chapman and his 'guide' Dr. William Lang, whose existence was all but verified by his still-living relatives (Chapman even owned several items belonging to Dr. Lang, donated by his daughter.) Yes, even a case that seems strong on the surface seems shaky and inconclusive once Fisher has turned his gaze on it.
Not that that's a bad thing. If these spirits are claiming authority on a subject matter that we currently know nothing about, then it is good to put them to the test. Indeed, many even welcome it initially. It looks good that way. But then information doesn't check out and there's always an excuse, always an apology... Fisher eventually concludes that much channelling is done by so-called 'hungry ghosts', malevolent forces desperately trying to feed off of the living, and using all manner of flattery and 'true lies' to make themselves seem credible. (In some cases -- there is also quite a lot of talk about things such as Atlantis as well, possibly because it is what the sitters want to hear.)
Using this rubric, a lot of what happened during Aviva's channelling makes a lot more sense (hungry ghosts apparently have a great need or craving for sex, because several channelled guides, from different mediums, make subtle and overt sexual overtones -- such as Russel haranguing Sanford to leave his wife and 'confess his feelings' for Aviva). The frustrating thing is that this casts a pall of suspicion over every single medium and every single guide. Fisher does not seem to question that these entities are something otherworldly -- after his experiences it is difficult not to agree with him -- but he does question if any truly 'ascended' entity would ever communicate through a human. This leaves the second half of the book with a sort of despondent, negative tone . Certainly, Fisher is free from their influence, and ironically, the guides did help him by forcing him to become resilient and to never stop searching for the truth, but it doesn't feel victorious in the slightest. At best, it just is.
I didn't go into this completely blind, however: I think my knowledge of what happened to the author after the book casts everything in a negative light. Unfortunately, my version lacks the epilogue that explains what happened to him, but in Fisher's own conclusion, he recounts a story, just after parting ways with the guides in 1988, where he had a painful abscess on his abdomen. Several doctor visits prove fruitless, until he is finally in too much pain to deal with it any more: he eventually winds up climbing the ridge by his isolated cabin to get to his car, and drives to Picton to get to a hospital. He is diagnosed with omphalitis, a condition that normally affects newborns, as the navel is a potential port of entry for infection. The small, pyramid-shaped abcess in Fisher's abdomen is extracted successfully, but the doctor cannot find any explanation for why -- usually in adults, the condition is caused by some sort of injury to the navel area, which does not apply in his case. Fisher can't help but wonder if this was, in some way, the guides' attempt at punishing him for criticizing them.
Although he had long since cut off contact with the guides, and supposedly freed himself from their grasp, they seemed to haunt him well after the book was complete. He committed suicide in May 2001, apparently (from my knowledge) convinced that they were still around in some way. Knowing that he felt so desperate enough to do something like that really casts a gloom over this book that might not otherwise be there -- or perhaps that is because this book does not attempt to provide any easy answers.
Fascinating oddities happen that cannot be easily explained, like a woman he didn't know having a dream of Filipa stabbing him in the back, or Claire Laforgia, another medium he investigated, calling him after he woke up from surgery to remove the abscess to ask how he was doing (despite no one else knowing he was there). These oddities are mixed in with the obvious deception and manipulation on the part of the guides -- there's just enough there that you can't really make up your mind, and I suppose that's the whole point of it. There are no easy answers when you're dealing with the supernatural, and it makes sense that would bleed out in this book, but it's bizarrely fascinating to witness nonetheless.
I also 'enjoyed' hearing the guides speak directly; Fisher quotes them when relevant (particularly a lengthy diatribe about manipulation), but there are not that many quotes from them directly -- there is a lot of material to cover and at least five years' worth of channeled material by the time of writing, so I don't blame him for being judicious in what he included and left out, but I thought seeing their own words would be intriguing.
Overall, I think the best way to read this would be primarily as a tragedy, not only for Joe Fisher, but for the many other people who might have found themselves in a similar situation -- but through tragedy we can learn a lesson to be cautious. That caution, I think, would be wise for anyone interested in the paranormal...because not every spirit is good.