In my last story I promised to report on some experiences doing rescue work in the 1960s. Here goes: We received a call from a lady living next to the Municipal swimming bath in Pretoria. At night she heard someone cleaning and brushing shoes. We visited her and Uncle Arie, our psychic, saw two persons in her home. We decided to hold a seance at the house to enable us to talk to them. During the seance, with the assistance of our guides, one of them tranced Jerry and started speaking to us in real Pommy English.
To cut a long story short. It turned out that this happened during the Anglo-Boer war of 1899/1902. He absconded from the English army and befriended his mate who absconded from the South African commandos.
They concocted the following plan: He would steal horses from the English and hand them to his friend who would sell them to the South Africans. His friend in turn would steal horses from the South Africans which he would sell to the British.
At some time their plot was discovered by the South Africans and a chase on horseback ensued. During the chase they were shot and killed but did not realize that they were dead. For the next 60 years they stayed at this spot where the lady of the house heard him cleaning his army boots. Once they realized that they have passed over they left with the guides and peace descended on the house next to the swimming pool.