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Updated: May 14, 2025
Of late years, and especially since I took up theosophy, I have found great joy and comfort from my association with the S.P.R. I am in touch with several very wonderful thought-readers, crystal-gazers, mediums, and planchette writers, who have often strangely illumined the dark places of life for me.
Lecamus knew that, instead of travelling in a litter, Catherine intended to go on horseback, a la planchette, such was the name given to a sort of stirrup invented for or by the queen-mother, who, having hurt her leg on some occasion, ordered a velvet-covered saddle with a plank on which she could place both feet by sitting sideways on the horse and passing one leg through a depression in the saddle.
The medium, with quite a different air, took down and set before him an object resembling a tiny heart-shaped table on three wheeled legs, perhaps four or five inches across. Through the center ran a pencil perpendicularly of which the point just touched the tablecloth on which the thing rested. Laurie looked at it, and glanced up. "Yes, that's Planchette," said the medium.
The question, however, is not as to the degree of faith to be placed in the words of Planchette, but why should it write at all? In attempting to answer this question, I shall confine myself mainly to the field of daily experience, and draw illustrations from such works only as are familiar to the great majority of readers. Our twofold nature has often been noticed and commented upon.
"I believe in the devil," said the Baron Japhet, after a moment's silence. "And I in God," replied Planchette. Each spoke in character. The universe for a mechanician is a machine that requires an operator; for chemistry that fiendish employment of decomposing all things the world is a gas endowed with the power of movement. "We cannot deny the fact," the chemist replied.
Once only, on the occasion of one of these departures, she had accompanied him in a hackney-coach as far as a little blind-alley at the corner of which she read: Impasse de la Planchette. There he alighted, and the coach took Cosette back to the Rue de Babylone. It was usually when money was lacking in the house that Jean Valjean took these little trips. So Jean Valjean was absent.
Storms are the disturbance of the equilibrium, and therefore can be foretold when the atmospherical balance is understood. Ques. Can you give information not in the minds of the operators? Ans. Planchette is a tool, and does nothing of herself. Ques. A tool in the hands of whom? Ans. Of those who work her.
Olga went to town for a crystal, and Georgie for a planchette, and Riseholme temporarily became a spiritualistic republic, with the Princess as priestess and Mrs Quantock as President.
But nothing happened. The minutes ticked away, and Planchette remained motionless. "Be patient," Mrs. Grantly counselled. "Do not struggle against any influences you may feel working on you. But do not do anything yourself. The influence will take care of that. You will feel impelled to do things, and such impulses will be practically irresistible."
You smiled when I related Sir Kenelm Digby's prescription with the live eel in it; but if each of you were to empty his or her pockets, would there not roll out, from more than one of them, a horse-chestnut, carried about as a cure for rheumatism? The brazen head of Roger Bacon is mute; but is not "Planchette" uttering her responses in a hundred houses of this city?
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