Oscar Fingal O'Flahertie Wills Wilde was an Irish playwright, novelist, poet, and short-story writer. He was one of the most successful playwrights of late Victorian London. His plays are still performed today. He explains that he still writes in the afterlife. Being dead, he explains, is an extraordinary business. When he crossed over, he was met by his mother. He now is looking for a suitable medium to convey his works to the Earth plane where they can be presented.
Oscar Wilde came through in the same facetious and sarcastic manner for which he was known whilst on Earth. At first it was not clear who was talking. When Mrs. Greene asked for his name the voice answered:
"My name got me into a great deal of trouble when I was on your side!"
Mr.Woods interjected: "When we play these tapes to other people, you see, they ask who it is."
"You can tell them it is Colonel Bogey!"
When he revealed his name finally, George Woods asked:
"Mr.Wilde can you tell something of your life on the Other Side? What are you doing?
"I must admit it's a relief to be asked to discuss one's life over here, in preference to one's life when on Earth, because in any case my life on Earth is pretty well known among the gossip-mongers! If I were to say to you that my life here is not unlike my life on Earth, you'd probably be very horrified! But it happens to be perfectly true, and I've no regrets about it whatsoever..... My reputation does not worry me, but it seems to worry a hell of a lot of people on your side! More money has been made out of my reputation since my death, than ever I was able to make out of my plays, which goes to say that sin is very successful!"
Laughter in the seance room. Wilde then proposed to drop the flippancy and said:
"This I do deliberately because there will always be people who'll say 'How do we know that this was Oscar Wilde?' And so I'm expected to come back very much the same, with the same attitude towards life, and towards people, and to say the same sort of things, that would be expected of me."
Woods: "Have you met Bernard Shaw on that side?"
"Oh, I have met Shaw, of course I've met Shaw. What a man! Extraordinary character - brilliant, if rather - well, I'd better not say these things. I'm supposed to be to some extent developed!"
Woods: "You still write plays on that side?"
"Oh, one still writes, one still continuous. Our world in some senses, as no doubt you have heard, is very similar to your Earth. We have all manner of scenery which you are accustomed to, even more beautiful. Nature as you know nature exists here, but the worser aspects, or the more irritant aspects of nature are non-existent to us. For instance, we don't have the pests, such as flies, earwigs, and all the irritating things that nature concocts to annoy man. These things seem to have disappeared fortunately.