The Demon in the Pub: Talking to Ernest Austin and a Friend in the Afterlife. Ghosts at Boggo Road Gaol Season: S15. Ep2

For the first time, the infamous ghosts of Boggo Road Gaol tell their own stories—from the afterlife.

Imagine if you could challenging your perspective on Queensland's most controversial child killer Ernest Austin? 

How would you do that? Well you would help them cross over, and then talk to them in the afterlife.

In this episode, Katische continues her exploration into the mysteries of the soul by addressing the controversial case of Ernest Austin, who was executed in Brisbane, Queensland, Australia at the notorious Boggo Road Gaol for the murder of Ivy Mitchell in 1913. 

• Through a mediumship session, Katische communicates with Ernest and a friend of his, shedding new light on the incidents surrounding the crime and Ernest's state of mind. 
• The episode features a verbatim reading of the messages received from the afterlife, presenting a nuanced perspective on the case. 
• Additionally, Katische shares historical context from a 1913 newspaper article about Ernest's execution. The discussion explores themes of redemption and the importance of helping souls cross over to the light to ensure positive reincarnation.

If you would like to understand how Katische crossed Ernest over, please listen to Episode 1 in this series (Season 15).

Chapter Timestamps:
00:00 Introduction to Infinite Life
00:43 Recap of Previous Episode
01:11 Mediumship Session with Ernest Austin's Friend
06:08 Ernest Austin's Testimony from the Afterlife
11:49 Historical Newspaper Account of Ernest Austin
15:57 Reflections and Conclusion

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Transcript

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Welcome to the Infinite Life with Katische Haberfield. I'd like to take you on a transformative journey, exploring the mysteries of the soul. I hope you enjoy the regression case studies, mediumship interviews, and fascinating discussions that I've had with guests on the podcast. I hope that these answer some of the questions that you might have about life on this planet, on others, and in other dimensions. Thank you for joining me, and please don't forget to like and subscribe and most importantly, share with your friends. Namaste.

Katische Haberfield: 0:45

Welcome back. This is Katische Haberfield, and we're picking up from last week's episode where we talked about Ivy Mitchell and her murder by Ernest Austin. I hope you had the chance to listen to the episode that I outlined where we brought through Ivy through a mediumship session with Meghan Jones. So on the 18th of September, 2024 at 2:30 PM I was able to open the door to communicate with a friend of Ernest Austin who wished to speak on his behalf from the afterlife. So I am reading for you word for word from the document that I typed up as I was communicating with the friend of Ernest Austin. Hello, Katische. Thank you kindly for allowing me to speak on Ernest's behalf. I'm not authorized to let you know how I know him, but I can speak from the heart so that you get the perspective that balances the narrative about Ernest. Ernest was a young man when I knew him in that lifetime. He was physically fit and a good worker I am told. He liked to have a yarn with the locals at the pub and was generally liked. Having said that, he was a bit like any young man keen for the Phillies, so they say in Australia, which means the young lasses if you're a pomy, but never a young, young lass. The Phillies he was interested in were his own age. And let me tell you, he bragged a bit about it at the pub about his accomplishments and conquests, if you know what I mean. He was a bit of a man about the town and in a small village, these things matter. He was employed locally and seemed to get on well with his employer who had a young family. What happened that day only God knows because I tell you that man would never hurt a flea. I know they pinned the DNA evidence on him, so there was no doubting the proof or the conviction, if you know what I mean. However, I'm still shaking my head about it. What would make a nice young fellow like him commit such an atrocity? And that little girl was brutally, brutally attacked. And I'll spare you the details. But he smashed her little beautiful face in. In his defense, I can only say that something must have got the better of him, like a bad batch of liquor or something that I don't have experience with. I guess if I was a fly on the wall watching him commit such an act, I would say that his act would've been as though he was possessed by a demon or something like that. I'm not a Bible basher myself, but there was definitely something strange going on that day because the little girl knew him and there was no malice between them of that i'm certain. Only half an hour before I saw her walking along the road looking a little hot and tired, and I invited her in for a lemonade. She said she'd been visiting friends and was walking home. She had a little anxious but steadfast look in her eye like she was being a little bit rebellious, being out so late, but also that she was big enough now to walk into town and back by herself. I'm sure that her mother and father regret letting her go out that day, but I sure do wish that I had sent my delivery buggy out to drop her home. Thank you for understanding that as I am not a part of his soul or his soul family, I cannot comment on his soul lessons or why he did what he did. But you did ask in your intention for someone to come through to balance the perspective from what was written in the papers about him. So I stepped forward to speak even though I don't have legs here in heaven, at which point he chuckled. If you have time later, the soul might come forward to share the lessons, but maybe some things are best left unsaid. I'll let you decide if you want to venture into the world of demons and possession, if my hunch is right. Until then, I wish you good luck and remind you that it's always a good idea to let someone know where you are. A friend of Ernest.

At 1: 6:08

19 PM on the 20th of September, 2024, Ernest Austin came through and spoke to me from the afterlife, and this is a word for word transcription of what he said to me. Hello, Katische. I heard you wanted to speak to me. And yes, you did just see me walk in, but you had the view from my waist down because it was a definite energy and it reminded you of a cowboy walking into a saloon, didn't it?'cause I've been wanting to talk to you for a long time. Well, my soul has because, well, they just told me you set a specific intention and I also had a past life with a specific intention when we were both cowboys, but I'll refrain from that now 'cause that had nothing to do with this sad story and a lot more to do with why your son brought home that cowboy statue that you have in the garden there. And why you keep hearing that Bon Jovi song, dead or alive, righto. Right? Then let me pull up this chair here. So you see, I'm not Patrick. I was as guilty as hell and I'm not going to hide that in this interview. And I know you're thirsty as hell for the truth, but I'm not sure I can set you straight with what you want to know. Because I don't know about demons like you do. But if I did, I would tell you that something that afternoon in the pub was up because I sure had a nasty headache that gave me a different kind of a personality. I think you could say there was a before that drink and an after that drink kind of Ernest. So when I met you at the jail, I'd been watching you for a while because one of the wardens gave a whistle and said she's back. You seemed more interested in the sunset that time or so they say, because everything's a shade of black and white when you are, how do you say in the hell realms. I didn't blame the publican for my actions because the drink wasn't bad. But when you were trying to convince me to go to heaven, I thought she's mad because I would've liked to have become a poet, but my life turned out real bad. There was something menacing in that pub that day, a dark shadow in the corner that infiltrated my mind. One minute I was happy, and the next I had murder on my mind. It doesn't excuse my actions. And coming to made me scream so loud, I thought I would split my head two. I didn't mean to commit such an atrocity, but one minute I was chewing a piece of hay in my mouth, writing in my little notebook, a fine poem for a Philly I thought I loved. And the next I looked down and I had my hands around a rock, and the little girl Ivy was dead. And you can tell I regret it because who would kill that darling little girl, but I won't deny the evidence. And for the rest of my short life, I was blue. But I didn't care about dying because, well, I deserved it, that's for sure. And that's why I was happy when they tied the noose and I fell through the trap door. They said they heard a banshee. But I reckon it was that demon thing because as the noose went around my neck, the final thing I heard is "I'll murder them all yet". And that's all I'll say because that's all I know for sure. But I know I didn't murder anyone else. And until that time you came, I hid under the floor. When I heard that whistle, I knew it was finally my time to go. But I thought I was going to hell until you said I could go to heaven to have a pint with my mates. And that doesn't make sense to you. But now you'll see it does because a pint was my last memory and I was thirsty when I died, and I'd been thirsty ever since. So I was a little unsure if it was a false promise. But you seemed legit. So when I went, I looked up and saw my mate you spoke to I knew, well, this was it. So off we went to the cloud and sat and had a pint and a pie, and I learned what happened and why. But here's the thing, some things need to be left in Vegas and some need to be left at the pub in the sky. So you'll excuse me if I don't tell you the ins and outs of my soul because there's someone still special left in your world. Goodbye, miss, and thank you for your help. Oh, and God bless your soul too, Ernest, that's Austin to you. Door closed to communicating with Austin, known as Ernest Austin and his soul./And I thought I would, read out for you. Today is the 3rd of July, 2025. And I went on to Trove to find a newspaper article that I could read to you because I had a couple of them, but when they printed out they were terrible. So I couldn't read them. But I wanted to read you something that I thought was remarkable, which was, from the Townsville Daily Bulletin, and it was published on Tuesday, the 23rd of September, 1913, on page four. And it was, there's no author's name, but the, the two titles were The Samford Tragedy Exit. Ernest Austin by Telegraph. Brisbane, September 22, Ernest Austin met the extreme penalty of the law in Bogo Road Jail this morning for the murder of Ivy Mitchell at Samford. Shortly before the appointed hour, the wardens took upon their stations on the gallows, and a few minutes later, the condemned man was escorted from his cell across the quadrangle to the south wing, and he looked for the last time on the glorious spring morning, proceeded by Major Wilton of the Salvation Army, who was reciting the burial service. Austin, walked with a firm tread and bowed head to the drop where he shook his hands with his spiritual advisor. He gazed with curious eyes at the rope above his head, but was quite composed. The hangman quickly. pinnioned the man and the acting Chief Warden O'Sullivan said, Ernest Austin, you are now going to die. If you have anything you would like to say, now is the time. The prisoner then commenced his speech, which was somewhat incoherent, but was delivered in a strong, calm voice. He used his hands to emphasize his points. I did not know, he said that on Sunday I was going to this grave. I did not know what I was doing. I asked God to forgive me, and he has done so I highly deserve this punishment. Prisoner then explained that he dropped the piece of leather near the Parker State School and had afterwards had a cup of tea at Hanson's. He thanked Major Wilson, captain Pearson and the waters of the jail for their kindness to him. He expressed his sorrow for the father and the mother of the murdered child. I hope he added that you'll all live long and die happy. God bless you all. God save the king. The white cap was then adjusted and he repeated God, save the king. He then became somewhat excited and in an agitated voice, repeated twice, send a wire to my mother and say, I die happy. One of the waters replied. Alright. The signal was then given and the body fell through the drop. A convulsive. Quivering of the legs was noticeable for a few seconds after which the body hung without movement, simultaneous with the drawing of the bolts. The prison bell was told. After hanging 15 minutes, the body was lowered into a rude shell and taken to the South Brisbane cemetery. Prisoner conducted himself well whilst in prison and gained two stone. He spent his last hours singing hymns. His height was five foot, five inches and his weight, 10 stone eight pounds. He was given a six inch drop in addition to his height, and so there you have it. That is my experience with the murderer, Ernest Austin, his victim, Ivy Mitchell. And this is but a small drop in the ocean of my experiences with the BOGO Road Jail. If you'd like to learn more about the BOGO Road Jail, you can go to the BOGO Road Jail website. There's a historical society, which is unfortunately un accessible at the moment with all of the metro developments in Brisbane. But no doubt in the future. The BOGO Road Jail will be reopened again, and you can go read about it and visit it for yourself. And again, there is many books that Jack Sim, the Guide to the BOGO Road Jail, has written about the details and the historical facts surrounding each of the inmates and the operation of the prison. Although I may have read the stories a long time ago. They served to provide me with the inspiration to go visit the site so that when I was ready, I would be able to help those two souls go to the light. I know that you may not agree with my actions because of the murder, but Tina Erwin told me that the number one reason why we need to help prisoners cross to the light is because. We need their souls to reincarnate if they choose to do so from the heavenly realms and not the hell realms. This means that the soul will no longer commit murder or anything else that is considered an atrocity. So please try and remember when you visit a cemetery or a hospital or a jail or a prison cell, that they may linger still. The ghosts of someone who made a terrible decision or someone who reincarnated from the hell realms. And whilst we don't need to believe that they were good people in that lifetime, the best thing we can do for Earth right now is to bless their souls and bring in the angels so they can cross over. You can research Tina Erwin, read her books and download her audio book. You can say Psalm 23 out loud, or you can visit my website@ish.com and download the visualization, which Tina taught me, which is called The Ghost Train. And if none of this resonates with you, then it's not meant for you. So don't worry because it's a life changing action to get involved in crossing over ghosts. But please understand that every ghost was once a living, breathing human being who had emotions, hopes and dreams, and who at some stage felt love of the creator, their mother, their father, or their beloved, and all Souls deserve to rest in the knowledge that they were born pure. Namaste.