They came from various sources… There were printed on pieces of paper, conveying spiritists themes. They were the famous messages.
Translation: Carolina von Scharten, London, linked to BUSS - The British Union of Spiritist Societies.
Heloise used to offer them to the patients in a leper colony she visited every month.
She kept doubts about it. Would there be a real benefit coming from this work? Would there be some repercussions for those unfortunate people, segregated from society?
She thought about this particularly when she offered these messages to a patient who was relatively young but was already painfully marked by leprosy: his nose was deformed; fingers were atrophied and had extensive skin lesions.
He didn’t talk much. They knew little of him beyond the fact of being practically abandoned by his family, which was nothing new… It used to happen with most of the victims of the dreaded disease...
He always wore a felt hat with wide brim bent down. It was as if he tried to hide part of his physical appearance. She got used to calling him "the man of the hat."
He received the messages, and always put them in the pocket of his pajamas. He then said:
- Thanks. I'll read later...
"Will you read it?" - The visitor wondered. She didn’t believe, but kept giving him the slips, who repeated the same gesture and the same promise:
- I'll read later...
Time passed by. Heloise was called to other duties. She didn’t go back to the hospital. She lost contact with the "man of the hat."
During the years, she kept involved in the distribution of messages within other sectors, but she always had questions.
She once attended a spiritist meeting when, by the psychic clairvoyance; a youthful and smiling spirit appeared. This spirit asked her:
- Do you remember me?
He was no stranger. She knew him, but from where?
The visitor put a strange hat, wide brim folded down...
- Oh! The "man of the hat"!
- Without leprosy or sorrows! I am now clean and happy! I thank God for the opportunity of my rescue and for you, for the messages. I read them constantly. There were blessed pills of encouragement and consolation. I learned a lot from them!
Since then, Heloise stopped questioning the work she was doing. She began to do it with much more enthusiasm and willingness.