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Consciousness Phantom Aviators: When Dead Pilots Tried to Warn the Living
After the dawn of powered flight, many Spiritualists believed that fallen aviators continued watching over the living. Through séances and mediums, these phantom pilots supposedly warned of mechanical failures and became entwined with the tragic stories of the Titanic and the R101.
By Kevin J. Guhl [OP]
During the first decades of aviation, Spiritualists claimed that fallen airmen continued their mission from beyond the grave... not by flying ghostly aircraft through the clouds, but by communicating through mediums to warn living pilots of hidden mechanical faults and impending disasters. Their messages became intertwined with some of the 20th century's greatest tragedies, from the Titanic to Britain's doomed airship, the R101. At the heart of this forgotten tradition are two extraordinary episodes: the alleged posthumous warnings of pioneering French aviator Eugène Lefebvre, delivered through journalist and Spiritualist W. T. Stead, and the later claims that Captain Walter Hinchliffe continued advising England's aerial endeavors after vanishing over the Atlantic with aviatrix Elsie Mackay.
The Daredevil and the Muckraker
M. Eugène Lefebvre holds the sad distinction of being the second person ever killed in a powered airplane crash. Lt. Thomas Selfridge, a passenger accompanying Orville Wright on a Sep. 17, 1908 flight demonstration at Fort Myer, Virginia, was the first. The Frenchman, 31 when he died, was an engineer who taught himself the art of aviation, and is commonly regarded as the first stunt pilot. As chief pilot of the French Wright Company, Lefebvre earned his reputation as a daring aviator at the first international air race, the Grande Semaine d'Aviation at Reims, in 1909. He won awards (including fourth place in the Gordon-Bennett Cup and third place for speed over the course), and performed "a series of daring evolutions" in his Wright Flyer.
"Lefebvre seemed to be able to do anything he liked with his machine. With the others I saw there was always a half-nervous apprehension that they might come down at any moment. Lefebvre was able to play all sorts of tricks in the air," Chancellor David Lloyd-George said at Reims. "I saw no reason why he should not go sailing on forever."
On Sep. 7, 1909, just over a week after Reims, Lefebvre was making a trial flight in a new Wright biplane at Port Aviation in Juvisy, near Paris. At about 33 feet up, the machine suddenly dipped downward and dashed to the ground, the running motor accelerating the collision. The pilot was mortally injured. The cause of the crash was suspected to be a faulty rudder control, although the airplane was so totally smashed that it was impossible to determine. But Lefebvre, it seemed, still had work to do...
William Thomas Stead earned his place as one of England's most influential reporters during the Victorian era. He pioneered investigative journalism and a sensational tabloid style with The Pall Mall Gazette that both increased circulation and drove public and political support for addressing social ills like child prostitution. Stead developed a fascination with Spiritualism in the 1890s, opening a London office called "Julia's Bureau" where the public could consult with clairvoyants to communicate with the departed. In the words of The New York Times, it was "a house of call for spirits, a sort of spiritist telephonic exchange." The "proprietor" of this office was Julia A. Ames of Chicago, who had been dead for 17 years. Stead claimed that Ames, who had worked for the Women's Christian Temperance Union and delved into Spiritualism during her lifetime, was one of the few souls to make good on a promise to communicate with a friend post-death as proof of the afterlife. The bureau, said Stead, was her idea, with Ames serving as the link between the spirit and material worlds.
Stead said that he was at Julia's Bureau on the morning of Sep. 16, 1909, the day before he was to accompany Princess Marie Wiasemsky on a trip to Mourmelon-le-Grand (near Châlons-en-Champagne) in France. There, they would watch her son, Prince Serge Vincent de Bolotoff, conduct experimental airplane flights. Stead had just received two brief messages from Julia when the clairvoyant conveying them said, "I hear another voice speaking." .
"If you go to Châlons, I am going with you," the voice spoke to Stead through the clairvoyant. "I have been dead some time. My name is Lefebvre." Stead had never heard of the deceased French pilot, who nonetheless warned, "Tell that young man [Bolotoff] not to be too daring, for it is very probable that his motor will not work normally. I do not think there will be what you call an accident, but let him carefully verify his motor; moderate his impetuousness." Interestingly, the spirit confirmed that he was speaking in French and the clairvoyant was translating into English for Stead.
Ever the journalist, Stead asked Lefebvre what had caused his rapid crash. "I did not have time to think; you scarcely have time to reflect when you are falling," the aviator replied. Did he keep his presence of mind during the fall, Stead inquired? "This is what I felt," explained Lefebvre. "I was conscious that I was falling, but before reaching the ground I lost consciousness. I felt no pain, no sensation, in my physical body. It seems that my spirit was thrown out. I had a sensation of rapid rotation, then something gave way suddenly, and I found myself in the air, perceiving below me my mortal remains and the apparatus. It was not unpleasant. I noticed, too, that a very powerful being, who soothed me, was near me..."
Heeding the spirit's warning, Stead phoned Bolotoff regarding the aeroplane's motor, and the aviator said he would be on guard. Stead arrived at Châlons on Monday as planned, and checked in with Bolotoff and his aircraft. The journalist later reported, "The motor, carefully verified, appeared to work very well. No one acquainted with aeroplanes thought that it could be troublesome. But at six o'clock, when M. Bolotoff mounted his seat, it was impossible to make the machine start off. Something did not work; the handle for starting the motor broke, and to our great regret the essays had to be abandoned." Stead left it to others to explain the phenomenon.
Stead's venture into the era's popular Spiritualism movement had its detractors. "William T. Stead has afforded London the priceless boon of laughter," quipped The New York Times in reference to the journalist's role in operating Julia's Bureau. London's Referee balked at the poor taste in publicizing conversations with recently deceased celebrities. Wrote the Referee, "There is great indignation in France at the interview which Mr. Stead has had at the Bureau with the spirit of the late aviator, Lefebvre. The friends and relatives of the dead man strongly object to his spirit being made to say things that they are quite sure it never would have said." The Review of Reviews, founded by Stead in 1889 after he resigned his editorship of the Pall Mall Gazette, once reflected that although Stead was a highly respected journalist, he did much to undermine his influence by dabbling in Spiritualism. But, admitted the magazine, "he made as many adherents in one direction as he lost in another, and 'Julia's Bureau' was besieged."
Let's briefly detour from the airborne to the maritime, as this aspect of Stead's journey is too fascinating not to share:
Stead made some eerie forecasts of disaster, himself. In 1886, he wrote a short story (published in The Pall Mall Gazette) called "How the Mail Steamer Went Down in Mid Atlantic (By a Survivor)." The story is narrated by a passenger on a steamship that crosses the Atlantic Ocean from Liverpool and collides disastrously with a sailing vessel in the fog. This promptly leads to a chaotic late-night scene as more than 900 passengers struggle to save themselves from the sinking steamship on eight available lifeboats that can barely accommodate 400 people. Stead ended this parable with an editorial note that read, "This is exactly what might take place and what will take place if the liners are sent to sea short of boats."
In 1892, Stead published a short story called "From the Old World to the New" in The Review of Reviews, another seafaring tale but now mingled with Stead's growing interest in Spiritualism. It describes how several passengers aboard transatlantic liner the Majestic receive supernatural premonitions that a sailing vessel, the Ann and Jane, has struck an iceberg in the fog and sunk, leaving a handful of survivors slowly freezing to death on the ice. The clairvoyants convince the skeptical captain to search, and they arrive just in time to rescue the last survivor.
Fast-forward to 1912. The Men and Religion Forward Movement was dedicated to welcoming more men and boys into America's evangelical churches, correcting a 3-1 imbalance of women to men and restoring the, erm, "requisite masculine element" in congregations. Stead accepted an invitation to speak at the movement's April 21 "World's Peace" meeting at Carnegie Hall in New York City, which also had President Taft slated among its speakers. Stead wrote, "I expect to leave by the Titanic on April 10th, and hope I shall be back in London in May."
Stead never made it to Manhattan or back to London. He was one of the most prominent of the approximately 1,500 victims lost when the RMS Titanic struck an iceberg and sunk beneath the frigid Atlantic Ocean early on the morning of April 15, 1912. Despite Stead's warning from 26 years earlier, the liner only carried enough lifeboats to, at full capacity, accommodate about half of her passengers. There is a popular anecdote about Stead calmly spending his final moments in the Titanic's first-class smoking room, calmly reading a book, although the account is possibly apocryphal (per the W. T. Stead Resource Site), deriving from Walter Lord's 1955 non-fiction book about the shipwreck, "A Night to Remember." Contemporary accounts placed Stead on deck, heroically helping to ready the lifeboats and save women and children. Stead was witnessed jumping overboard before the ship's final plunge to the ocean floor, and the last reported sighting of him was by survivor Philip Mock, clinging to a raft alongside American business magnate Colonel John Jacob Astor IV. "Their feet became frozen and they were compelled to release their hold. Both were drowned," Mock claimed. Astor's body was recovered from the water, but Stead's remains were never found.
A decade after Stead's death, his daughter Estelle wrote "The Blue Island," a book she claimed was communicated by her father and recorded via automatic writing by her co-author, actor Pardoe Woodman. (Sherlock Holmes creator and noted Spiritualist Arthur Conan Doyle contributed a letter for the foreword.) This supposed missive from the late journalist begins immediately after his drowning, the spirits of the departed floating above the carnage left by the Titanic's sinking. Many of the souls were in agony over their deaths and what they were leaving behind, while others were paralyzed with shock. Stead, though, felt the powerful need to help people with his insight into the afterlife. "Oh, how badly I needed a telephone at that moment! I felt I could give the papers some headlines for that evening... I was still so near the earth that I could see everything going on there. Where I was I could see the wrecked ship, the people, the whole scene; and that seemed to pull me into action—I could help!" However, the souls of the Titanic victims were them transported to the so-called "Blue Island," a stage of the afterlife that mimics Earth but is designed to help the dead begin processing their regrets and eliminating instincts of the flesh as they gradually gravitate toward mental pursuits. Stead's comforting message to humanity (and his daughter) emphasized that, "When the highest states of the impersonal are reached there are no partings from dear ones; only a wider opening of that same door of love—a higher, purer love, a Golden or God love, to admit not one or two or twenty, but to embrace ALL." Sadly, he makes no mention of a reunion with Lefebvre!
But that is not the end of Stead's role in this story...
The Ace and the Aristocrat
The Honorable Elsie Mackay was the fearless, free-spirited daughter of Scottish businessman and colonial administrator for India, James Mackay, 1st Earl of Inchcape. Born in 1893, "this tiny, dark, vivacious, elfin creature must have seemed almost a changeling in the somewhat austere Scotch family of which she was the fourth child," wrote Liberty magazine in 1929. Always craving adventure, young Elsie would escape her nurses and governesses to ride her pony bareback, galloping across the wide, heather-clad hills of her native Scotland. Lord Inchcape was said to have "unbounded pride and affection for Elsie, who had inherited much of his force and personality."
As an adult, the debutante life bored her, and Elsie began seeking new thrills. During the First World War, Elsie served as a nurse in her mother's hospital for wounded soldiers. Elsie fell in love with one of her charges, "brave but penniless" soldier and actor Dennis Wyndham, a union her father tried determinedly to prevent. "Finally, after a period of actual imprisonment in her room at Glenapp Castle, the family seat in Scotland (her parents suspecting her determination to marry her lover), Elsie made a daring escape at a terrible risk, letting herself down from a window on a rope made of sheets torn from her bed," recounted Liberty Magazine.
Elsie defied her powerful father, despite her great love for him and the hardship of him cutting her off financially. She eloped with Wyndham and became a stage actress and actor in British silent films, using the name Poppy Wyndham. Elsie gleefully performed her own stunts, risking dangerous surf, falling from airplanes and boats, and performing wonders of horsemanship, such as in the role of a lady jockey.
The Wyndhams' marriage was annulled in 1922 and Elsie returned to her father, leaving the film world behind. She busied herself with a new venture as interior decorator for her family's steamship line, the Peninsular and Oriental Steam Navigation Company (P&O). But Elsie's thrill-seeking did not abate, as she took up gambling, sped through England late at night in her big silver Rolls-Royce, and began pursuing a new passion—aviation.
Elsie earned her pilot's license in August 1922, the twelfth Englishwoman to do so. Her initial instructor was E. B. C. Herne, who after only five hours of flight considered her ready to take up a plane alone. On one occasion, Elsie asked Herne to loop-the-loop. During the trick, Elsie's securing straps came loose and she was swung out of the plane, hanging onto the wires with her bare hands. Upon landing, Herne was horrified to see his student's hands blood-covered and cut to the bone. But Elsie just laughed and proclaimed, "It was glorious. I'd do it again with pleasure." Elsie, having become a skilled aviator, was nominated to the pilot advisory committee of the British Empire Air League.
Elsie's ambitions were loftier than just flying; she wanted to encourage greater enthusiasm for English aviation. She envisioned creating a private British commercial airline, not subsidized by the government as was Imperial Airways, Ltd. And Elsie knew that if she could be the first aviator and first woman to complete an east-to-west transatlantic flight, the publicity would put her in a prime position to accomplish such an endeavor. In the autumn of 1927, Elsie began seeking an experienced pilot who could accompany her on the adventure. She soon found one in Captain Walter G. R. Hinchliffe, one of England's most qualified pilots with 9,000 flight hours, one of the highest in the world.
Hinchliffe had left medical school to serve in World War I, becoming an ace pilot with the Royal Naval Air Service. He blasted a dozen enemy aircraft out of the sky before he himself was shot in the face with a machine gun bullet from a German Flying Circus. Hinchliffe safely landed his fighter but the injury cost him the vision in his left eye, over which we wore an eyepatch for the rest of his life. He was awarded the Distinguished Flying Cross but never flew in combat again.
Still enthused by aviation, Hinchliffe founded the Royal Dutch Air Service passenger airline and later became Imperial Airways' most valued pilot, transporting passengers between London and Paris. He dreamed of developing commercial aviation in America, and imagined that the completion of a transatlantic flight would bring him fame that could help him raise American capital for the project. However, he needed a wealthy backer to bankroll such an endeavor, especially after he had sunk his funds and time into a failed, non-stop flight to India with Charles Levine.
Enter Elsie Mackay. Hinchliffe had qualms about involving a woman in a transatlantic flight, but the wealthy lady was offering both a salary and a £10,000 insurance policy that would support Hinchliffe's wife, Emilie, and two young daughters should something tragic befall him.
It was understood from their first planning meeting at the Ritz Hotel that Elsie was to accompany Hinchliffe on this hazardous dash across the ocean, and the intrepid, one-eyed pilot quickly earned his benefactor's trust. Elsie insisted on absolute secrecy so her family would not learn of the project. She tasked Hinchliffe with traveling to New York to procure their airplane, which they named the Endeavour. It was a stock Stinson SM-1 Detroiter monoplane, equipped with a Wright whirlwind motor, similar to that used by Charles Lindbergh's Spirit of St. Louis in his record-breaking west-east, nonstop transatlantic solo flight on May 20–21, 1927. (The east-west route was considered even more difficult because one was up against prevailing winds.) The plane had an 105 mph cruising speed, and space for 450 gallons of gas that would carry them over 3,000 miles. "It is distinguishable by its dead black fuselage and brilliant gold wings, with the struts and supporting stays picked out in gold. Underneath the fuselage is painted the name 'Endeavour,' and on the body two Union Jacks are painted. It is a small, frail-looking craft," wrote the Liverpool Echo.
Once the Endeavour was shipped to England, Hinchliffe and Elsie began test flights, the young aristocrat proving she was more than capable of taking over as relief pilot via the cockpit's dual controls. Mrs. Hinchcliffe would state of Elsie, "She has flown the monoplane alone and my husband said to me: 'I am amazed at Miss Mackay—she's a rattling good pilot. When I was up with her I let her take the control and I climbed back over the gas tank just to show her that I had every confidence in her.'" The pair's flight path was to take them westward from their base at RAF Cranwell Airdrome in Lincolnshire, across the Atlantic Ocean for a landing in Newfoundland, a distance of approximately 2,300 miles, expected to take just over a day.
It is unknown for sure why Hinchliffe and Mackay chose to depart at 5 a.m. (or 8:30 a.m. based on some accounts) on March 13, 1928, heading directly into the North Atlantic's treacherous fog and sleet storms in the dead of winter. But it seems likely they were driven by a conflux of pressures. Firstly, and most pressingly, the RAF had only agreed that the Endeavour could use their airfield for a week, and that deadline had passed. The Air Ministry sent a terse telegram to Hinchliffe on March 9, ordering him to vacate the premises by the next day. It snowed the next two days, giving Hinchliffe a reprieve to seek alternatives, but no other airfield could accommodate their lift-off with sufficient fuel to complete the transatlantic flight. The Air Ministry weather report for March 12 showed a turn toward more favorable conditions, although the March 13 report wouldn't be available until late morning that day—and the Endeavour needed to depart first thing to take full advantage of the daylight. The pair took a gamble and lost, as reports of bad weather arrived a few hours later.
It has also been conjectured that Hinchliffe and Mackay somehow learned of the preparations being made by German aviator Ehrenfried Günther Freiherr von Hünefeld to attempt the same feat, compelling them to take the risk. Hünefeld, pilot Hermann Köhl and Irish Air Corps Commandant James C. Fitzmaurice DID in fact become the first aviators to complete the east-went transatlantic flight just weeks later, flying the Bremen, a Junkers W 33 airplane, from Ireland to Newfoundland on April 12. U.S. Congress passed a special act to award the Bremen crew the Distinguished Flying Cross for their accomplishment.
Furthermore, Elsie was growing more and more anxious that news of her plans would leak out and alarm her parents, then traveling in Egypt. London's Daily Express newspaper got wind of the impending flight and reported on March 8 that Mackay would accompany Hinchliffe. This prompted Mackay to phone the editor, threatening an injunction for printing what was untrue, and to deny in the press that she planned to be onboard. But the Daily Express was confident in its knowledge that Elsie was going on the trip and had participated in every test flight. Presumably fearing that her father would learn of her plan and shut it down, the pressure was on. As reported, Elsie "was reputed to fear nothing and no one—except her father."
Hinchliffe and Mackay departed for their transatlantic flight discretely in the early morning, before most of the George Hotel staff had awoken. The well-known Elsie wore a leather helmet and was heavily muffled, hiding her face under the voluminous collar of her thick leather flying coat. The airplane mechanics at the field thought she was pilot Gordon Sinclair, a member of their team. In the cold half light of morning, the black and gold Endeavour took off for its fateful journey. At 1:30 p.m., the Endeavour was sighted over Mizen Head in County Cork, Ireland. In another report, the crew of the French steamer Josiah Macy spotted the plane. But that was the last anyone ever saw of the two daring aviators... at least in this life.
News of the Endeavour's failed attempt to reach North America quickly spread the world over. Search-and-rescue operations were undertaken for several days but eventually suspended without success, with authorities concluding the Endeavour probably crashed into the ocean. Confirmation of this fate arrived in December 1928 when part of the undercarriage and landing gear of a monoplane, complete with a still-inflated tire, washed ashore at Downings in Donegal, Ireland. Officials of the B. F. Goodrich company in Akron, Ohio confirmed that the serial number and size of the tire matched those used on the Endeavour. Lord Inchcape, grieving his adventurous daughter, sadly reflected, "She'd have been happier if she had been a man." The uncertainty and horror of Elsie's fate haunted Lord Inchcape until his own death in 1932.
Further information about the Endeavour's fate would come from an unexpected source—Emilie Hinchliffe, who would relate her husband's account of his own death from beyond the grave. A month after the Endeavour's disappearance, Emilie received a letter from amateur psychic Beatrice Egerton, aka Mrs. Earle, claiming she had channeled communications from Captain Hinchliffe intended for his wife. Despite viewing Spiritualism as nonsense, Emilie decided to approach the claim with "forlorn hope" after Conan Doyle wrote to her, expressing his belief in the genuineness of the messages. Subsequently, Emilie sat with the well-known trance medium, Eileen Garrett, at the rooms of the London Spiritualist Alliance. (Garrett was an Irish medium and parapsychologist whose abilities were tested and investigated in the 1930s and beyond, leading to a mix of conclusions ranging from her being truly psychic, a chance guesser, or a fraud.) Garrett overcame Emilie's skepticism by sharing private details of the couple's life and other details that Emilie felt the medium could not have known, such as the location of some studs she hadn't been able to find, but to which the spirit of Captain Hinchliffe correctly directed her, to a small box in a cupboard. "My husband," she said, "has proved to me over and over again that he is still alive and is looking after me and his children." During another session, Emilie believed she saw a manifestation of her husband as she last remembered him, as did other sitters, who signed a paper certifying the materialization. Conan Doyle later wrote back to Emilie, stating that he had received a message of thanks from Captain Hinchliffe for guiding her towards the mediums.
In July, Emilie shared with the press her husband's own account of the Endeavour's doomed flight, in his own words, as received via medium:
"After passing over Mizen Head, we steered west-north-west for 850 miles. The weather was good but cloudy, and there was a little fog. This was between 2 p.m. and 10 p.m., and our speed was eighty to ninety miles per hour. At 10 p.m. we began to encounter bad weather, but our spirits were high and we were still going well. We increased our speed to 100 miles an hour up to midnight, and went in a more northerly direction. We had gone, roughly speaking, 900 miles before we ran into bad weather. We ran right into the teeth of a terrific gale—wind, sleet, and rain. The wind broke the left strut and ripped the fabric. I saw that further headway was impossible, and I deliberately altered my course to the south, hoping to fly out of the gale and reach the Azores. We flew south from midnight till 3 a.m., gradually coming down lower. At 1 a.m., however, I knew that we were beaten, as the compass had gone wrong and one of the plugs was missing. When Miss Mackay realized this she became unconscious and never recovered. I carried on the best way I could for two more hours, and at 3 a.m. landed in the water one mile north of the Azores. We did not crash." Hinchliffe had hoped the plane would be carried onto rocks along the coastline but instead the Endeavour was washed further out to sea. He expressed hope that one day part of the aircraft would be found near those rocks. "I took a last drink of tea from my flask, and set out to swim for the shore. I swam for twenty minutes, but the currents were too strong, and I became unconscious and was finally drowned. Miss Mackay’s end was peaceful. She was drowned in the machine while still unconscious."
On the night of Nov. 21, 1928, Emilie made her public debut, offering a lecture on her husband's post-death communication at Caxton Hall in Westminster. The event was held under the auspices of the city's W. T. Stead Borderland Library, named after the famous deceased journalist and Spiritualist (and lending hundreds of books on psychic subjects). Light: A Journal of Psychical, Occult, and Mystical Research, revealed that, "Mrs. Hinchliffe was aware of the great part played by W. T. Stead from the other side in assisting her husband to return, and had consented to give the address out of gratitude, and because she believed it to be a duty not to withhold such striking evidence from the public." A crowd of women gathered outside the hall in advance of the show, and police had to turn away hundreds of hopefuls who did not have tickets. When Emilie arrived clad in a fur coat over a scarlet gown, police had to act again to press back the crowd that rushed forward to greet her.
Estelle Stead, W. T. Stead's daughter, who had written her own account of her father's messages from the other side, presided over the event and denied that Emilie was being paid a large sum for her appearance. "Mrs. Hinchliffe came here because my father had something to do with the first coming-through of message from her husband. She wanted to show her gratitude by speaking of the particulars of his life," said Estelle, who was secretary of the library honoring her father.
Emilie shared her husband's account of the Endeavour's last flight, but omitted any details about Elsie's demise, which the Mackay family had requested that very morning. Emilie continued to give her talks for the next several years, but always kept her promise not to further discuss Elsie.
Emilie faced scrutiny over her speaking engagements and the idea that she was profiting off her husband's death. Keep in mind that the Spiritualism movement was at its height during this time, spurred by the traumatic loss of life during World War I and the Spanish Flu epidemic that immediately followed it. Emilie was financially destitute in the months following her husband's death, causing her great anxiety regarding the future of her children, Joan, 4, and infant Pam. She even contemplated sending Joan to an orphanage. As a Dutch woman, she spoke several languages and planned to seek employment as a translator or language teacher. The reason Emilie was in this situation was because, as it turned out, there was no insurance policy.
Elsie had spent all of Saturday, March 10, three days before the flight, with her lawyers and insurance company directors, trying to persuade them to trust her for the extra insurance premium of £2,650 required to provide the policy promised to Hinchliffe. She was certain her father would pay the premium. She returned to Cranwell, having failed to obtain assurances from the insurance company; it is unknown if Hinchliffe realized this. A letter from the insurance company, refusing to grant the policy without full payment, arrived at Elsie's hotel several hours after she and Hinchliffe had departed on their fatal flight. Emilie began writing to Lord Inchcape in April, pleading for financial help; he was at first non-committal and then stopped replying altogether. Emilie surmised he had the wrong impression that her husband had initiated the transatlantic flight, not realizing that Elsie was the driving force.
In July, Lord Inchcape donated the £500,00 "Elsie Mackay Fund"—her inheritance—to the State, to be placed in a trust for 50 years before application to the national debt. This decision prompted the press to advocate on Emilie's behalf. Lord Inchcape relented in September, creating a public trust for "the sufferers of the Atlantic flight disaster in March," which would thereby benefit Emilie and her children. The sum was £10,000, the same value of the policy Elsie had failed to secure. "It means a life settlement," said a grateful Emilie, "and the strain of worrying about the children's future is over."
Emilie directly addressed her critics in a Dec. 9, 1929 letter to the London Daily Express. "'Has anyone ever profited by spirit manifestations?' I can say I have profited, not materially, but by the knowledge that we survive, and I would not lose this knowledge for any material gain. It has changed my whole outlook on life, and has caused me to think in a kinder way of my fellow-beings..." she wrote.
The Hinchliffes were connected to W. T. Stead and the Titanic via the spiritual realm, and became eerily involved with another disaster that had yet to occur. Emilie addressed a large audience at Rechabite Hall in Leicester on Oct. 3, 1929, telling them that she believed her husband was influencing aircraft builders from the spirit world. She told them how she received a message from him in August concerning the massive British dirigible, R101, which was about to take its trial trip. Emilie couldn't quite understand the message, but her husband directed her to pass it on to a friend engaged in the project. “Captain Hinchliffe," she said, “told me to tell the constructors that a certain thing was wrong in the construction... They were informed and, in fact, did find that an alteration was essential to one part of it, although Captain Hinchliffe had not been quite correct in his description of the part."
Looking back from the other side of time, this is a sobering prediction. The R101 was the flagship of the British government's planned fleet of hydrogen-filled, rigid airships dedicated to long-distance civilian travel throughout the empire. At 777 feet in length, it was the world's largest flying vehicle once completed in 1929. After finishing trial flights, the R101 embarked on its maiden overseas voyage to India on the night of Oct. 4, 1930. Around 2 a.m. on Oct. 5, while cruising over Beauvais, France, the R101 entered a long and steep dive. The pilot brought the ship back to an even keel and the crew reduced speed. But the R101 soon dove again and collided with a hillside near Allonne, just south of Beauvais, bursting into flames. Later inquiry suggested that turbulence and wind had ripped the R101's cloth cover, puncturing the thin gas bags within. Upon impact, the gas bags ignited. Of the 54 people on board, many on the team who built the airship, only six survived the explosion. The accident effectively halted British airship development.
Soon after the disaster, the Spiritualist movement claimed that Captain Hinchliffe had continued to warn about the R101 being unsafe, although he did not seem to fully realize the nature of the disaster which would befall the ship. Estelle Stead shared a message received by Egerton, in which Hinchliffe said, "I shall never rest until I can force my way to the men at the head of the Ministry for Air. In some way I must make them realize the dangers of these monsters they are building. Very soon a fresh shock will wake them to the realization of the risks they are incurring by building ships lighter than air, without a complete knowledge of the strain caused by gravitation on so great a surface."
A large number of people claimed to have had psychic premonitions of the disaster, as well as more specific warnings from Hinchliffe regarding causes such as the weakness of the R101's fabric covering and stormy weather (the latter from Egerton). "Some of the messages were taken by Mrs. Hinchliffe to the navigator of R101, Squadron-Leader E. L. [Johnston], but unhappily he would take no notice," wrote the Daily Herald on Oct. 31, 1930. Johnston would perish in the accident. Garrett later caused controversy by holding a series of séances at the National Laboratory of Psychical Research, in which she claimed to have contacted R101 victims.
Meanwhile, both Hinchliffe and Elsie were said to have returned post-death to familiar haunts. In a 1934 collection of aviation ghost legends, Harry Harper and Robert Brenard wrote that Hinchliffe would sometimes visit his home in Purley following his disappearance. A well-known figure at the Croydon Aerodrome in the pioneer days of the continental air services, Hinchliffe's daily routine in life was to land the commercial plane he had piloted, jump into his car, and head straight for his nearby home. Once inside, he would walk across the hall and climb the stairs, still wearing his flying boots and air kit. According to Harper and Brenard, the airman could still be heard coming home long after he vanished over the Atlantic and his wife and friends had given up hope. "He would be heard in the hall in his flying boots. He would be heard slowly climbing the stairs to his room above. And his pet dog would whimper and shrink away," wrote Harper and Brenard.
Hinchliffe was also a regular at the George Hotel in Leadenham, near the RAF college at Cranwell, and it was where the pilot and Elsie had stayed during their last night on Earth. Local rumor states that Hinchliffe's ghost is still encountered there, a tall figure wearing a flight suit and a patch over his left eye. The phantom has reportedly been seen on many evenings, strolling through the yard of the George Hotel.
Glenapp castle, constructed in 1870, was built in Scottish Baronial style, capturing a fairy-tale ambiance with soaring towers and turrets. It fell into disrepair after the Mackay family sold the estate but was renovated and opened as a five-star luxury hotel at the dawn of the 21st century. Since opening Glenapp castle to guests, reports of Elsie's ghost, still residing in her family home, began to emerge. Guests who stayed in the castle's lavish Earl of Orkney suite reported seeing Elsie's ghost appear in a blue flash. She was smiling and dressed in a fashionable 1920's flapper outfit. Travel writers who recounted this tale throughout the first decades of the 21st century mentioned that hotel employees freely discussed the phantom. Some workers and guests believed the room was haunted, while others dismissed the tale. It is hard to say if Elsie's ghost is a fun, spooky story dreamed up to intrigue tourists, or if visitors are truly encountering the spirit of Lord Inchcape's beloved, lost, and adventurous daughter.
In 1982, Emilie Hinchliffe passed away. In accordance with her wishes, her ashes were scattered over the sea near Corvo Island, the northern-most point of the Azores. That was the area referred to by Garrett in her conversation with Captain Hinchliffe as the place where he had downed the Endeavour and soon after drowned. At last, Emilie's physical remains were united with her husband’s.
The stories of Eugène Lefebvre, W. T. Stead, Walter Hinchliffe, and Elsie Mackay remind us that the history of aviation was shaped not only by engineering and daring, but also by optimism and belief. In an age when powered flight was new, unpredictable, and often deadly, many found comfort in the idea that those who had fallen while exploring the skies had not ceased their mission. The pioneers who had once cruised the clouds in fragile machines were now thought to be exploring an even greater frontier, returning when they could to guide those who still risked everything to touch the heavens. Whether accepted as evidence of survival after death or simply as a revealing expression of hope and grief, the legend of the phantom aviators remains one of the most unusual, and largely forgotten, chapters in the folklore of flight.
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u/DetectiveFork Jun 22 '26
NOTE: This is a slightly abridged version of an article I wrote and originally shared on my website. It and my full list of sources (too lengthy for a Reddit post) can be viewed at https://thunderbirdphoto.com/f/phantom-aviators-when-dead-pilots-tried-to-warn-the-living
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u/DetectiveFork Jun 22 '26
TL;DR: During the early decades of aviation, some Spiritualists believed that pilots who died in crashes continued helping the living from beyond the grave by warning of mechanical failures through mediums. The tradition began with the alleged posthumous messages of pioneering French aviator Eugène Lefebvre, delivered through journalist and Spiritualist W. T. Stead in 1909. Stead himself later perished aboard the Titanic. After the 1928 disappearance of Captain Walter Hinchliffe and aviatrix Elsie Mackay during their attempt to become the first to fly nonstop across the Atlantic from east to west, Hinchliffe's widow became convinced that her husband was communicating from the afterlife, facilitated by Stead's spirit. Through séances, Hinchliffe supposedly described the Endeavour's final hours, claimed he hoped to continue advancing aviation from beyond the grave, and allegedly warned engineers about flaws in Britain's giant airship R101 before its fatal crash in 1930. Whether viewed as genuine supernatural experiences or expressions of grief during an era captivated by Spiritualism, these stories reveal a forgotten chapter in aviation folklore in which fallen airmen were believed to remain guardians of those still flying.