This transcript was supplied by a good friend of the Leslie Flint Educational Trust, Mr Simon Lovelock.

Transcript from a Leslie Flint direct voice communication:

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THE ALFRED PRITCHETT SÉANCE
Date: Monday 4th November 1960.
Sitters: George Woods and Betty Greene.
Communicator: Alfred Pritchett

SUMMARY: Alfred Pritchett talks about the horrors of the First World War, how he passed and the help he received afterwards. Talks about helping soldiers pass during the Second World War.
BACKGROUND NOTE: Neville Randall explains in his book "Life After Death" (Robert Hale Limited/Corgi 1975-80) that there is a record of every British soldier killed and buried in every theatre of war which is kept by the Commonwealth War Graves Commission.
A search through those records turned up only four Pritchett's killed in the Great War. One of them was Private 9023 A. Pritchett of the Machine Gun Corps (Infantry). He was killed in 1917 and was buried in the Potijze Chateau Lawn Cemetery a mile from Ypres.
According to Pritchett some one called Billy Smart had been killed some months before him. There were hundreds of Smarts killed in the Great War and dozens of them had the forename of William. However, one, and only one, fits the account given in this séance:  Private 20394 William Smart, also of the Machine Gun Corps (Infantry). He was killed near Arras in 1916.

Pritchett: I feel a bit like an interloper, here, this morning, in a way, cos I've often been around here when you've had these meetings...
Woods: Yes.
Pritchett: And... never liked to push my way in cos... I know...
Woods:  (interrupting) Well, it's very nice of you to come...
Pritchett: ... I know that you're really, in a way and quite rightly, interested in certain people who... well, who can bear some weight and influence in these recordings of yours. But, of course, there are many of us here that ... well, we're just ordinary people. As you well know this is a subject which affects every human being whether they're high up or whether they're low in the scale of life, you might say.
Woods: Yes.
Pritchett: Course, I was only just an ordinary person and I suppose what I have to say wouldn't be of any real weight to most people - that is who might listen to your records. But anyway, I'm very interested and I often stand here and listen and take an interest in what goes on and I knows how as you go around and about and you play these things to people and it gives a lot of interest and comfort to people, I'm sure.
Woods: Yes, it is.
Pritchett: Course, I never had no truck with this meself when I was on your side. Well, as a matter of fact I never had any truck with religion, as such, 'septing when I was a kid. Like most kids I went to the old Sunday school and learnt a few bits and pieces and it never had much sort of influence on me, especially when I... well, when the First World War... when I joined up and got among the boys and... one thing and another and... the state of things. I'm afraid what religious, well convictions or - well they weren't really convictions, of course, but what religious inclination I might have had was soon knocked out of me. I know they were my reactions but anyone at that time... the First World War... oh dear, oh dear! I thought, "Well, if there is a God he'd never permit all this." And as for The Church I thought... well, less said the better. Anyway, still, I've probably... I've changed a good bit since then. There's nothing wrong, in a sense, with The Church. Point is they've got a great truth and they've never known quite how to handle it or how to sort of... well, bring it out to the people to give them that sort of realisation, you might say, and conviction that they should. If you follow the teachings of the Lord; the simple truths that he taught... be an entirely different matter. You can't have the sword in one hand and the Bible in the other can you? 
Greene: No.
Pritchett: And yet a good number of them do; certainly did in the First World War. Cor! Dear oh dear! I'm not saying there weren't good men among 'em, padres and all the rest of it. Sincere lads, most of them on the younger side too, and they did some wonderful work in their own way and I have great respect for them. But if you really talk about Christ and what he really meant, what he bought into the world: a wonderful realisation of God's purpose, you can hardly associate that with mass murder... rather... I'm afraid that put me right off religion forever that did... First World War.
Greene: Please, may we have your name?
Pritchett: Eh?
Greene: May we have your name?
Pritchett: Ah! My name wouldn't mean nothing, would it?
Greene: Well, we'd like to have your name.
Pritchett: My name's Pritchett.
Greene: Pritchett?
Pritchett: Yeah, Alf Pritchett.
Greene: Oh, yes.
Pritchett: Don't mean a thing.
Greene: Can you give us some idea how you passed over and your reactions?
Pritchett: Eh?
Greene: Can you give us some idea of how you passed over and your reactions when you found yourself...?
Pritchett: (Interrupting) Yeah, I came over during the first lot.
Greene: Yes.
Pritchett: 19... 19... er... must have been 1917 or 18. I'm not sure meself now. It's such a long time ago.
Greene: Yes.
Pritchett: Huh! What a time that was. Cor, dear oh dear! Last lot was pretty grim wasn't it?  As a matter of fact since then, as a matter of fact, you know, since I came here I mean, during the last war I was helping the lads over; poor blighters. They were so darn bewildered they didn't know what had happened in many cases. They just couldn't realise they was dead. There they were; one minute full of life and vitality and youth shoved in, well, terrible conditions. You know, full of hope, thinking and hoping and praying they'd come through it. Course they got a blighty one and there you are, they were over here. Some of 'em were still under the impression as to how as they were still alive. We had a job to make 'em realise, some of 'em, that they were really dead. It all happened so quick and they were blown, you might say, out of one life into the next in a split second. And there they were, as far as they were concerned, still with the same body and still thinking on the old lines and still in some instances even carrying on just the same as if they were in their physical body.
You see, you can't destroy a man even when you blow him up. He's still the same person with the same instincts, the same thoughts and everything, and he's still carrying on whatever he was doing, in some cases. Death, when it's like that, sudden and - I won't say unexpected cos in war you never know - but it's a bad thing. I mean, when a man dies in his bed, after an illness, there's a gradual sort of change taking place. He's gradually, sort of, unconsciously if you like, sort of preparing himself for a new world. He may not realise that, in a sense, but it does give him time to adjust himself gradually to the idea that he's going to leave the Earth and he begins, in a mental way anyway, to make some change. But this business of war or accidents even, where people are suddenly flung out of their bodies and... well, it's a terrible thing.
I don't hold with wars and anything like that... cos that's the thing that really gets me you know with The Church. I suppose I shouldn't be prejudiced but so many of them, you know, they're sword in one hand and the Bible in the other. Blessing the flags and blessing the ships and blessing the guns and blessing the boys; telling them their fighting for right and all the rest of it. Anything that takes life or anything which is premeditated and organised mass murder, is, to my way of thinking, the wickedest of things and how any Christian, as such, can uphold it or support it or in anyway have anything to do with, it's beyond me. I'm of the firm conviction that if The Church ... if The Churches really came out with what they know fundamentally is the truth and say that it is wrong and wicked to take life, I don't think there could be wars quite frankly because I don't see how there could be. You get all the Catholics and all the Protestants and all the other "isms" all banding together and saying that it is absolutely wrong and against all the teachings of The Church and the teachings of Christ. I don't think you could have a war. I don't see how you could. In any case, when I've seen - as I have - the untold thousands of people that are thrust over here, unprepared, it's a most ghastly thing.
Actually, I wish I could do something about it. That's why I feel so drawn to these sort of meetings in the hope that we might get a bit of enlightenment and truth and realisation, you might say, through to people. That's the real reason why I come. Well, you was going to say something weren't you dear?
Greene: Well, I was going to ask you, Mr. Pritchett, exactly what your reactions were when you found yourself on the other side, as you were flung over suddenly, weren't you?
Pritchett: Me?
Greene: Yes.
Pritchett: One moment I was... one moment I was alive and we were... I always remember it so well.
We'd been under a heavy bombardment practically all day and I thought to meself at the time, "If we come through this lot we'll be lucky", you know and then we were... early morning we were given the command to go over the top. Well, I thought, "This is it, boy," you know, "Oh well, if I come out of this lot I'll be bloody lucky", you know. Anyway, I went. I must admit that it took all I'd got to really get myself over the top.
Anyway I don't like even going into it, 'septing that all I know is that I was running forward and I still kept running forward. And the funny part about it is that some of the Germans were coming towards me and they rushed past me as if they didn't see me! I thought, "Well, that's a funny how-d'ya-do." All I remember was feeling in a pretty bad state, you know, sweating and, "Oh, crying out loud, this is it," you know. 

But instead of them attacking me or in any way, sort of, taking any interest in me, they were rushing past me! I thought, "Well, Good Lord! I can't make this out at all." And it took me quite a while to sort of realise what had happened. In fact, it was some time I think before I realised what had happened. I went on and all I can remember is running and running and I thought, "Well, if they're not going to see me I'm certainly not going to bother about them. I'm going to try and get into a little cubby hole somewhere and get out of it."
And all I remember is getting into a hole in the ground that had been created by a bomb I expect at some time. Anyway, all I know is that I got into this hole and just crouched down and thought, "Well, I'll wait till this shindy's over, and hope for the best; might get taken prisoner. Who knows? I don't know."
And I was lying there thinking to myself, "Well, it's a funny how-d'ya-do. They didn't see me. They must have seen me. Yet they went straight past me". And I started to think about it and I thought, "Well, I don't know. I'm lucky."
And, oh, I don't know how long I must have been there. Anyway I must have fallen asleep or something cos the next thing I know was that (at the time that was) I remember seeing a bright light in front of me. It was just as if I woke up and there was a very bright light. And I couldn't make this out at all cos it was the sort of light I'd never seen before. It was just as if the whole place was illuminated and it was so dazzling that, for a moment, I could sort of hardly look at it. I had to keep sort of closing me eyes and having a look. And I thought, "Well, I don't know. Some sort of a trick of the light or something." I got a bit, a little windy, you know. I didn't know what to think.
Then, all of a sudden, it was just as if I saw an outline, a shape or figure appear. And I kept looking and I thought, "Well, I don't know". I wasn't sure whether it was human or what it was.  It was the outline of a human being and it was full of luminosity and gradually it seemed to take shape. And I was in an absolute sweat because eventually I could see that it was an old friend of mine who I knew had been killed some months before, named Smart - Billy Smart we used to call him - 'Ole Bill'. And he was looking at me and I was looking at him and it was... I don't know how to explain this. It was as if somehow there was a sort of merging, I suppose, in some way or other, of him and me; most peculiar. I can't explain this.
Anyway, all I know is that I felt myself getting up - and that struck me as odd that I should be conscious of meself getting up. In a strange sort of way I thought, "Well, here's me been lying here probably all night - all day and night. I ought to be feeling stiff and awkward and uncomfortable". But I didn't. I felt as light as a feather and I thought, "Well, something's gone to me head. Perhaps I got a whack, you know, or something." I didn't know what to think about it. Anyway, I went towards him as if I was being like a magnet, drawn to him and as I got closer I could see that he was, oh I don't know, full of vitality, full of life; wonderful sort of colour in his face. And then, all of a sudden, as I got near to him, it dawned on me that he was dead! Funny thing was, when I first saw him I didn't think of him being dead although I must have remembered and realised in a way he had been killed some months before. Anyway, all I know is I was drawn to him and he smiled at me and I suppose I must have smiled back. Anyway, he sort of held out his hand and I felt a bit daft in a way cos I know it's natural to shake hands, but there was me in a dughole, a trench, a dugout, whatever you like to call it, crater in earth, sort of shaking hands with someone who was dead and it sort of put me in a cold sweat in a kind of way and I thought, "Well, what's going on here? I must be dreaming or something." Anyway, I could hear him speak and he says, "All right, nothing to worry about. You're all right, mate. Come on." And there was me putting my hand in his just like a kid. And I thought, "Well, this is damn daft, this is. There's something wrong somewhere.'
Anyway all I know is I got hold of his hand and suddenly felt a sort of floating sensation and before I knew where I was it was just as if I was being lifted up in the air, holding his hand too. And I thought, "Well, this is something this is".  It reminded me of something I saw years ago - Peter Pan or something. There was me floating up in the air holding his hand and I thought, "Crying out loud! This is a funny dream this is."
There was us sort of floating - I can't say I was doing anything else but floating just with my feet off the ground - going gradually higher and higher as if everything gradually was getting further and further away. And I could see in the distance down below the battlefield. And I could see the guns and the light and the explosions and the war was obviously still going on. And I thought, "Well, I don't know, this is a most peculiar dream this is."
And then the next thing I remember was sort of gradually coming in sight of what appeared to me to be a big city. It was luminous - that's the only way I can describe this is that it was luminous. It was as if all the buildings, sort of had a sort of glow about them. This glow, by the way, seemed to be something that seemed to be not only with him - my friend - but with everything. Even when I remember now looking back there was a sort of haze or a glow over everything. 
Anyway, to cut a long story short, I suddenly felt my feet touching ground again. Most peculiar... and... it felt solid. And I remember walking along what appeared to be a long avenue. And on each side of this street or avenue were beautiful trees. And between every other tree, or so, there was what appeared to be a sort of statue - that's the only way I can describe it: figures. Beautiful figures they were. Sculptured sort of figures, you see.
And on the sidewalk - I suppose that's what you'd call it or the path, pavement - people were going about but dressed in most peculiar sort of dress. I thought, "Oh dear, this is a real corker this is," you know, "a real dream". They looked like as if they might have been Romans or Greeks or something, like you see in pictures. And beautiful buildings with pillars and beautiful steps leading up, some of them had. And there were mostly flat-roofed, by the way. I don't remember ever seeing any roofs and gables like one associates with England, for instance. They all seemed to be what you call on the Continental style, you know, sort of beautiful flat roof houses. Beautifully designed and this sort of glow coming from them. All sorts of people there was and I saw horses. I saw several people on horseback riding beautiful, magnificent looking horses they were and anyway I thought, "This is quite a do, this is," you know.
And anyway he was talking away to me. He says, "Of course, you know what's happened to you?"
So I says, "What's happened to me? All I know is what's happened or what ain't happened, I am having a good time here. It's better than being down there in that lot. I shall be sorry to wake up".
He says, "Don't worry. You ain't gonna to wake up."
I says, ''What do you mean, you ain't gonna to wake up?"
"Well," he says, ''You've had it, chum."
I said, ''What do you mean - had it?"
So he says, ''You're dead."
I said, ''Don't be so silly. How can I be dead? I'm here. I can see all what's going on around me. I can see you. But I know as how you died some months ago. You got a packet. But how is it that um ... I don't know...... You may be dead, but I'm dreaming."
"Ah," he says, ''No you ain't. You really are dead. You got a packet in that charge."
I said "Ah, get away! How can I have had? I wouldn't be here like this would I?"
"That's just it," he says, "You are here. You're dead."
I said, ''What? You don't mean to tell me this is heaven?"
So he says, ''Well not exactly, but it's an aspect."
I thought to meself, "Aspect. What's aspect mean?" And then suddenly it dawned on me that it was a sort of "part of", like, you know.  
Anyway, to cut a long story short, we went up this nice, very pleasant road in this beautiful city, and we came to a sort of hill. Not a very steep hill. And right in front of me on top of this hill I could see what looked like a beautiful building. Like - well, how can I describe it? - something I'd seen in the City of London, only much more white and much more beautiful. And, "Oh", I thought, "this is a nice looking place, what's that?"
So I said to him, "What's that place?"
''Oh," he says, "You're going there to meet some of your old friends. That's what we call a reception station."
I said, ''A what?"
He said, ''It's like a kind of an hospital."
I said, ''Well, I don't want to go to any hospitals. There's nothing wrong with me. I'm all right. And in any case I can't get this at all."
He said, ''Don't worry. Just don't tax your brain too much at the moment. It'll come to you later. Just relax and enjoy yourself."
I said, ''Well, I'm doing all right. It's a darn sight better than being down there. In a sense I don't particularly want to wake up. If this is what you say - true, I have to believe you but at the same time I can't make head or tail of it."
Anyway, to cut a long story short we got to this place, you know, and well, we went in and there was all sorts of people there. All kinds. But what struck me as odd... they were dressed much the same way as well, many people that I'd known and the way I used to dress meself in civvie street. Suits and, you know, that sort of thing. And it all seemed to be very natural and the funny thing was that the outside of this place looked like a sort of temple place or something, I suppose you'd call it, but inside it all looked very natural; most peculiar. It was not exactly like an hospital but at the same time it had an atmosphere of peace and tranquillity and all that. And there seemed to be many rooms, apart from the big entrance there, there seemed to be lots of different rooms. Lots of light was coming in. That's another thing: I never remember seeing the sun, yet there seemed to be plenty of light. And big windows. And people sitting around talking. There were tables and chairs. I didn't see any beds, and I thought, "Well this is a funny sort of an hospital, yet it ain't a hospital, I suppose."
Everyone seemed to be quite bright and cheerful and happy: all very natural.  Some were talking, and others were eating, and that's what struck me. I thought, "Well, I've got one in here. He says as how's this is some sort of part of heaven. I'm sure they wouldn't eat." So I says, "Ah, look! They're eating over there."
So he said, "Why shouldn't they?"
And I thought, "Well, seems odd. If you're dead you don't need to eat."
So he says, ''Ah, what you don't realize is that when you come here, if you feel it's essential to do certain things and you feel it's essential to eat and drink, then you can."
Then it dawned on me that sounded pretty sensible, after all. Cos if you've put someone in a place where they're out of harmony and things don't go on in the way they would like them to go on then they feel uncomfortable. So it struck me there was something in that.
Wait a minute...
Woods: Very interesting.
Greene: Yes, it's all interesting.
Woods: Very.
Greene: Mmm.

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