Witness: Margaret Lyons

Margaret Lyons had experiences and dialogue with her materialized father, showing he was alive although his body was dead. In his materialization he exhibited

• All his physical, mental, and memory characteristics, as he came very near to her and spoke with her
• His mental and sensory awareness when he remarked that Margaret was currently a very good teacher, although he had transitioned when she was only thirteen

Excerpts from the trial testimony follow. A narration of the trial testimony is available by clicking on the sound bar.

Transcript of Excerpts from Margaret Lyons’ Testimony

Margaret Lyons: I recognized [my father] instantly by his face; his nose was broken and sort of went over a bit. When I heard Albert ask me to come forward, he said, “You are not afraid to come forward and see who this is?” When I saw him, I said, “Daddy.” I was only thirteen when my daddy died, and I recognized him instantly. He said, “Marget.” That was the name he called me “Marget,” not “Margaret” and I stood sort of speechless. I could hardly believe the tremendous revelation. All he said to me was, “Yes, Marget, I am proud of you. You have made a far better teacher than ever I could make you.” By those words he meant the fact that I wanted to be a schoolteacher, and him dying when I was only thirteen, the eldest of five of a family, I could not be a teacher, because my mother could not afford it, and it meant a good deal to me, those words. Nobody could fake those words; they were known only to me. He said, “I am proud of you, Marget. You are a better teacher than ever I could make you.”

I was asked by Albert, would I like to shake my father’s hand; and I did. The hand was raised like that, and I took his hand. Then back to my mind came the small finger, with no bones; it was contracted. When I shook hands I said, “Your wee finger. It is really you.” That is all….

He had very hard hands. That is one thing again that I noticed, his sort of horny hard hand, my daddy’s hand, and my daddy’s voice. No one could say my name as he did; I could never mistake that. He was of Irish parents. He had rather a way of saying it, which could not be said by anybody else…. I touched his face and felt the sort of bristly hair on his face as if unshaven. My daddy had a very short illness. He came home on the Wednesday from his work and died on the Monday morning. I remember that morning he died. His face had a sort of growth of hair which was pretty heavy, and that was one of the facts again that was noticeable when he appeared.