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Albert Pauchard

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The Other World is a vision of the afterlife transmitted from Albert Pauchard, shortly after he passed away in 1934. Pauchard was the president of the Geneva Society for Psychic Studies and it seems his passion for psychical research continued after his death.

In the vein of Elsa Barker’s Letters From a Living Dead Man and Wellesley Tudor Pole’s Private Dowding, Pauchard relays his experiences in the manner of a travel writer reporting back from some far-flung land. 

On ‘arrival’ he is surprised to find himself in the astral plane where he meets the ‘guardian of the threshold’. Thinking himself to be a good person, he reflects,

Once out here, and the first moments of bliss after our liberation and happy meetings have passed, we descend to a region where it is more or less dark and where we meet the famous `guardian of the threshold’. It would seem that, according to each individual, things happen in a slightly different way. In my case, the curious thing was that while walking all by myself along a lonely path, I was attacked by wasps, or something of the kind, which threatened to sting me.’

A Voice, like thunder, said to me:

“Well, you cannot complain. For if they had stung you, what would have become of you?”

And suddenly I realised that this was connected with all irritations, all the thoughts of criticism, which I had passively borne while on earth. If I had nourished them, the wasps would have stung me. If I had chased them away, there would have been no wasps!

Pauchard explains that purgatory is indeed a real condition created by our thoughts and actions. He make a point of emphasizing the importance of dealing with unresolved issues such attachments, addictions, and negative relationships, ‘before’ we pass into the higher vibrations of the afterlife.

Consoling a friend still on earth he advises, “as to your illness, my dear friend, do not get discouraged. Do not listen to the tempter. What you can pay off on earth will be a manifold gain in the hereafter. Remember what I told you in the beginning about those `powers of the dark’, which we bring along with us when we are born, and at which we have to work while on earth. The non-regenerated forces of our own past. They must, must!, be liquidated below.” 

The book deals with subjects such as guardian angels, reincarnation, the animal kingdom, deva’s, children in the afterlife, and even fairies and goblins … the list goes on and on.

At one point Albert meets a priest he knew on earth, who he refers to as Father S. Father S. has only been in spirit for three days and is still trying to understand his condition. It has not occurred to him that he now resides in a thought world where ‘physical ‘objects are created by thought. At the end of their conversation Albert remarks; Finally, I had to say Goodbye to him. And then he suddenly noticed that he had lost his Bible! Not having thought about it, it had disappeared.

He was very much annoyed. But I explained that here it is useless to look for something, because in looking for it, he naturally assumes that he does not have it. And the result is, he does not have it.

I told him:

“Tell yourself that you have your Bible in your hand, and it will be there.”

He thought I was joking:

“You are still the same, Mr. P., even after such a long time in this world!”

“But ... you have your Bible in your hand!” I said.

He looked, and there it was.

He could not understand it!

The encounter has a delightful Alice in Wonderland feel about it and demonstrates that the regions close to earth where ‘dead’ people find themselves are just as illusionary as our physical experience is—according to the mystics.

The Other World is enlightening and entertaining and is essential reading for anyone interested in the field of survival research.

About the author

Albert Pauchard. (Geneva: 1878 – 3 July1934, Geneva).

He had a lifelong interested in spiritualism and he joined the Geneva Society for Psychic Studies where he later became President.

In 1911 he spent a year in Paris studying occultism under Dr. Gerard Encausse, aka Papus, the Spanish-born French chemist, and it was here he began to develop his own psychic abilities.

He devoted his life to spiritual pursuit until his death in July 1934.

According to Antoinette Pauchard, it was five months after his death when he first communicated. He made contact via a small and private circle in Holland where he was able to manifest and relay messages to his family and friends who were still in the physical.

He communicated again in February 1935 remarking; “As I can easily get in touch with you, I shall be happy to communicate to Antoinette and yourselves, my first impressions here. Will you help me to do so from time to time?”

The communications began on 4 March 1935 and resulted in the book The Other World.  Pauchard closed that first session by saying; may these messages bring enlightenment, help and comfort to all who suffer and try to understand what becomes of us after death.

Sample chapter

1: On Arrival

A Light in the Night

YES, of course, I have been with you since last night, and it was impossible to make myself heard!

My great friend, do not become discouraged when you suffer and tell yourself this: whatever happens to you it is neither Mr. X, nor Mrs. Y. or Miss Z.‘s fault, since it is your own guardian angel who lit the fire under your `alembic’.

Do you understand?

And look, here is His own message that I came to bring you:

Blessed be the hand that strikes you, since it is that very hand I use to accomplish the Great work in you.

If you collaborate with me, everything will be accomplished without error and with a minimum of suffering.

But if you do not understand the meaning of your trial, you will gain but little and your suffering will be unbearable!

That’s all for tonight.

Goodbye! And next time don’t keep me waiting too long before your door.

If you do not feel well, think of me, that’s why I am here.

The Guardian of the Threshold

MY dear friend, if only you knew! The more scoriae you can burn on earth, the better for you. For here we have to burn everything without the protecting screen of our material body.

You will understand now why it has been said: “Happy are those who weep!”

Everyone of us, no matter who he may be, has at the bottom of his being a layer of dregs of. which he is not aware. I did not know how true that was until I came here. `Purgatory’ is not a fancy, it is a reality.

We are good people, you and I. And when coming here, I expected to find only glory and delight. But after the first feeling of liberation has passed, we are brought face to face with what is called either `the prince of darkness’ or `the guardian of the threshold’.

To tell the truth, he is not a being with an individuality of his own. Yet, to a certain extent, he has one: the one we give him by identifying ourselves with him, out of this he gets his power and vitality. In himself he is nothing but the focalization of all the non-regenerated forces of our own past. These forces are not bad in themselves. But they create suffering by the simple process of transmutation.

In this respect it is very important to know that, when we are born, we bring along with us a part of these tremendous forces, but only a part of them, otherwise we would be crushed by their weight! It is a task we have accepted to work at while on Earth, and which represents in the life of everyone of us, the `powers of darkness’ as they are called in the Christian terminology.

As to the experiences after the `great passing out’, I can tell you this, through my own knowledge: we are brought directly face to face with the various departments of our ‘I’.

The various `I’s’ are facing us then as separate and independent personalities, yet intimately linked with our consciousness.

I assure you, it is then, and then only, that one learns what `self-knowledge’ means! And it is not difficult to draw the conclusions. You cannot even imagine all the revelations that result from such objective encounters with our

`I’, when seen under those different aspects.

There are some very unpleasant moments to pass through, I can assure you.

Please understand, however, that there is no punishment for ‘faults committed’ involved in it. I do not speak of sins I speak of that kind of knowledge which we thus acquire, and of the incorruptible way in which this takes place.

However, we shall speak of it later.

An Hour in Purgatory

MY dear friend, I heard you say a few moments ago something like: Scoriae…. I know that for my part I have quite a lot to burn and I am prepared for it. But that such a good man like him should have had so many, is almost inconceivable!

You are mistaken.

I kept things more to myself than you do with your nervous temperament. That is all. But I, too, in my own way, have known moments of inward rage, disobliging criticism, and deep depression.
Now, please, listen carefully. I am not going to lecture you. This is the message which for a long time I have been dreaming of bringing you. So important a message, that I do not understand how it is not always given whenever a contact, such as ours, takes place between inhabitants of the two Worlds.

`I will explain myself:

Once out here, and the first moments of bliss after our liberation and happy meetings have passed, we descend to a region where it is more or less dark and where we meet the famous `guardian of the threshold’. It would seem that, according to each individual, things happen in a slightly different way. In my case, the curious thing was that while walking all by myself along a lonely path, I was attacked by wasps, or something of the kind, which threatened to sting me.’

A Voice, like thunder, said to me:

“Well, you cannot complain. For if they had stung you, what would have become of you?”

And suddenly I realised that this was connected with all irritations, all the thoughts of criticism, which I had passively borne while on earth. If I had nourished them, the wasps would have stung me. If I had chased them away, there would have been no wasps!

Now, I had a good many of these thoughts passing through my soul without awakening a will in me to overcome them. And now I have found them again here! A peculiar thing was, that their humming awakened in me, but with far greater intensity, the very thoughts these wasps represented. But now they had become for me something objective, something beyond myself, which I could not control.

“Walk on! Walk on!” said the Voice of thunder.

I walked on and on. It seemed an endless road. And it was very difficult not to give way to extreme irritation! For I must tell you, that here all feelings and impressions are multiplied a hundred-fold, just the way the light of a lamp is intensified when a heavy dark shade is removed.

After a time, which I cannot estimate according to earthly measurement, I left this infuriated swarm behind me. The semi-darkness around me seemed to grow lighter, and I saw a Figure sitting on a slope by the wayside. He was leaning on his elbow with the head in his hand.

He was lighter than the kind of dusk which surrounded us and there was a strange fascination about Him. When I approached, He lifted His head and looked at me with kindliness and slight mockery. At that very moment, and without being able to explain why, I knew that the Voice came from Him.

He rose, inviting me with a gesture to continue our way together. It was good to be in His company. The atmosphere became brighter. The path seemed less arid. There were even some flowers by the wayside, and we walked on in this way for some time.

At a certain moment I had the feeling as though a cloud had passed over the sun. Instinctively, by sheer terrestrial habit, I looked at the sky. But there was no sky! There was no depth, no perspective, no free space… . There was nothing. I was alone in a desolating solitude. I could not see my companion any longer. I only saw a dark cloud descending and weighing heavily down upon me.

“Walk on! Walk on!” said the Voice of thunder again.

And I walked on! ! !

I walked on because I was ordered to do so, for otherwise I should have let myself drop, over-come by desolation.

It was strange: I did not hear the Voice with my ears. I heard it within myself, with my whole consciousness.

Gradually the daylight reappeared. I felt the pressure diminish, and there on the slope, by the wayside, was my great Companion again!

His Voice said to me:

“Those were all the depressions and despondencies you bore passively.”

He stressed the word `passively’, and a non-formulated question arose in my mind. He answered:

“To hear passively, is to believe in the `reason of existence’ of these things, is to consider them as justified and thus give vital power to them. That is why you have met them here as separate beings having an independent existence from you. You will find them again in your next life on earth in order to work at them. If your attitude towards them had been positive, if you had said to them: `Go behind me Satan!’, then, though you may have yielded in the end, you would have won nevertheless. For being deprived of your faith which vivifies them, they would not have been able to subsist as entities. You may have found their shadows here, but you would not have found them again on returning to the earth next time.

An Awakening

YESTERDAY I gave you an example of the experiences which a `good man’ such as I am, has to undergo while in purgatory.
In the end I was exhausted and fell into a very deep sleep.

On awakening I found myself in my house in C .. . street. It seems that wanting a rest I had lain down in my bed. But I had not done so consciously.

At first I was not aware of any change. I was only pleasantly surprised at my feeling of well-being. I looked around me. The room appeared to me as in a haze. It occurred to me to get up and dress, and it was done. Instantaneously!

Then I remembered.

All this happened in less than a second. My sister’s thoughts brought me to her side. She was sitting in her usual arm-chair. I suppose it was the very day of my … (hesitation) burial judging from the general appearance of the house, and that of my sister in particular. She was thinking of me, but she was too tired and depressed, and it prevented me from contacting her.

She has often been overcome by an immense desolation. But, luckily, she has never yielded to it passively. She has always known it to be a weakness which should be overcome and she has fought bravely. She need not be afraid now, she will not find it here in her Purgatory. It was wise of her to change her lodging. There is a great contact between us. Gradually she will become more conscious of it.

But I have spoken enough of myself for tonight.

In answer to the question you asked yourself a little while ago about the Purgatory of `hunting amateurs’, I will tell you that here we do not reap so much the fruits of our actions, as those of our feelings, emotions and imaginations.

That is all for the present, you understand the rest.

Two Victims of the Non-existent

I AM delighted to meet you again after yesterday’s enforced interruption. I am glad to see that you are feeling better. Did you feel the benefit of my aid? I could do it because your morale was good. Keep cheerful and if you have small troubles, don’t bother about them. Nobody has ever taught us to do so, on the contrary!

Recently I met a poor woman here whom I hope to be able to help in the long run. I shall try to tell you her story.

I saw her entangled in skeins and skeins of thin thread. She could have broken them without the slightest effort. But she believed herself to be held by them and unable to advance a step…. She is inaccessible to her Guardian Angel of whose existence, by the way, she is completely unaware. Her whole life on earth had been ruined by her pusillanimous nature too easily impeded by the smallest inconvenience, even an insignificant one.

I think it will require much perseverance on my part to help her out of it.

One meets all kinds of people here. One sees everybody as they really are, and each individual spends a more or less long period in his or her own particular purgatory. You will be the first to understand how intensely one desires to warn those on earth when seeing all this. Because a little goodwill, the slightest effort, even without success, makes such an enormous difference in the results over here.

I also want to tell you about a man who had been rich all his life. Eventually the crisis came and he lost the greatest part of his wealth. He had still enough left to lead a simple life which would have suited both you and me very well. But he was overwhelmed by a feeling of poverty, and the weight of this imaginary poverty depressed him to such an extent, that his health suffered. His body lost its resistance and quite recently he `passed over’ after influenza.

At present, out here, he walks about in rags! He hides for shame when he sees somebody approach him.

I wish I could, and how I wish I could, tell him that he is poor only in imagination. But his hour of understanding has not come yet…

And the moral of it: if one yields to a feeling of misery on earth, one creates it out here, and as a rule one has to support it until it becomes absolutely unbearable.

Then from the bottom of our Being there arises a deep aspiration which is our sole and only saviour!


A GREAT many things are still to be communicated to you little by little as I advance. Purgatory is not the most important part of my experiences out here, although one has to undergo it first.

Remember well, that all reference to `place’ in the world where I am now, must not be taken geographically. It is a `state of consciousness’. At least by saying so, I create in your mind an idea which approaches nearest to reality.

According to your usual idea, two people can be in the same place, yet one may be plunged in a true paradise, the other in a living hell. At the risk of not being very clear, I shall tell you that this `same place’ is only the same place from your terrestrial point of view.

Perhaps you already understand that here it is a matter of another dimension, and in the beginning, the hardest work consists in adapting oneself to it. The result is that:

When I want to get in touch with you, I neither `go’ out, nor upwards, nor downwards, nor northwards, nor southwards ... but rather inwards. Do you understand? Of course, we move about here.

But differently to that of the physical world. For instance, to come to you I am not obliged to make a journey, I can reach you without having to cross space in the physical sense of the word

In parenthesis, as far as I know, it is not given to everybody to adapt himself so quickly to this new state of consciousness.

When I told you about the solitary, arid path, where I found myself at a certain moment in the beginning, I had the impression of walking in the old manner. But at present I know that it was only a state of consciousness. For subjective conditions here give the impression of being objective and take tangible, symbolic forms.

There is still a great deal to be said about it. For instance, in this world we have to make a deliberate, conscious effort to perceive the outer world and act towards it. I was about to say ‘objectively’, but I remembered that this expression would not convey the same meaning to you as it does here. In the world where I am, vital interests are not so much directed towards outward activities as towards inward activities. We live more towards a profound inner life.

This does not imply that we do not work. Especially those who cannot detach their interest from the sufferings on earth direct their energy that way and even do some excellent work. There are other ways on our plane as well.

But compared to earthly activity, our outward activity is insignificant considering our formidable subjective activity!

And this subjective activity is real work which to a good many people seems to be quite objective and takes various forms, such as attending classes, and so on.

Referring to my last remark do not imagine that teaching out here is done in the same manner as on earth. As far as I have noticed up to now, there are neither classes, nor lecturers. Sometimes there is a teacher. Often there is nobody. In both cases knowledge seems to come not from the outside, but rather through direct revelation, without the help of the intellect. It is a comprehension which seems to grow spontaneously within ourselves.

In other words: on earth one lives and develops mainly through the contact and friction with the `non-I’. That is, if I may say so, the period of rough working. After that, we come out here and reap our own personal harvest in the domain of feelings and imaginations.

Just as you on earth have an inner life, though life on earth mainly consists in outward activities, so we here have an outer life, although our normal tendency is towards inner activity. But proportions are changed, inverted.

Let us only take, for example, all the activities related with your physical needs: they are predominant on earth, whereas here we are not obliged to earn our living or look after our body. Do you want to exercise the creative power inherent to each human being? On earth you must put a hand to it. Here it is done by itself, by sheer power of imagination. Do you want to accomplish a deed of love towards your neighbour? On earth it requires many more or less delicate and uneasy proceedings. Here we are not obliged to seek outward contact, to overcome space or to make inquiries about people. One sees everybody exactly as he is. One can easily see what he needs, i.e. moral or spiritual help, and it is given here directly by telepathy!

Under these circumstances you can see for yourself what our life and work amounts to when directed outwards: to very little indeed. Add to this that the natural tendency of our world is to turn towards the heart of life and source of feeling ... and that the path which leads us to a higher world is to be found within ourselves.

Something rather difficult to explain in order to make you grasp it, is the fact that a whole sphere of life which you call `subjective’ is not purely subjective to us. The reason for this is that we live in a four-dimensional world which is constituted of more living realities than on earth. The intensity of joy and moral suffering is multiplied more than a hundredfold, and impressions which on earth are more or less vague take an objective and symbolic form here, like my `wasps’ and my heavy `cloud’ of depression, like the `skeins of thin thread’ of the poor woman or the `rags’ of the other one.

So it happens, that here we sometimes come face to face with a great desire or fear of the past, which has taken an objective form…. Cruelty, for instance, creates horrible forms, which threaten and pursue those who have brought them forth. On the other hand, higher feelings bring us into the presence of delicate and luminous forms which they take on by themselves.

Besides, feelings and emotions of a certain kind attract their likes and bring together those who have cultivated them, for their mutual joy or mutual discomfort, according to each case.

So that there forms all around us a world created according to our own nature.

I shall tell you more about it another time.

Publisher: White Crow Books
Published August 2012
128 pages
Size: 229 x 152 mm
ISBN 978-1-908733-66-5
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