Can Telepathy be Tested?
Prelude I was sitting ready to connect telepathically with my non-speaking friend C, as I usually do on a Tuesday evening. I’ve only known her for a year or two. We care deeply for one another, but I don’t merge…
Glorious!
What does that word — glorious — suggest to you? A beautiful scene in nature, perhaps? An art work by some renaissance master? A symphony? Probably it’s not the first word that would spring to mind at the sight of…
The Problem with Words
Asher’s relationship with words has been unusual, to say the least. For the first six years of his life, he was a solitary and almost silent child. He avoided social contact and, he tells me, spent much of his time…
Magnetic Attraction! How Asher Pulled Me In.
What follows is a true story. I thought you might like to see in detail what a remarkable (and devious!) little kid Asher was. Imagine a classroom in a primary school in the south of England, in the closing years…
Welcome to My World
Asher’s telepathic remote viewing of a future event in my life. I love the Frost Fair in my town. It’s held on the final Saturday of November. The town centre is closed to traffic. Stalls, stages and smiling people…
Believe me? Maybe now he will.
There was a man, once, who followed my writing on Medium. He always clapped and was invariably charming and polite in the comments he left. The trouble was, I persisted in writing about my experiences with Asher, and how he…
Three sides of a coin
Coins, when you think about it, do have three sides. Certainly, we’re more accustomed to seeing the familiar, flat heads or tails surfaces, but there is also that narrow, curved rim that connects the two. In rare circumstances, that is where our…
Why was I the right person for this job?
Don’t get me wrong. I’m not for a moment trying to compare myself to Jane Roberts, the amazing lady who channelled and wrote about Seth during the 20th century. She’s been a hero of mine since I first discovered their…
Do I Really Sound Like That?
‘Voice Confrontation’ is a thing, apparently. It’s the psychological term for that cringing feeling some of us experience when we hear a recording of our own voices. I didn’t realise how badly I suffered from it until my book publisher…
The View from the Treehouse
The 26th April, 2024 wasn’t the first time Asher had instructed me to feel into his heart. He would never have said it in our face-to-face conversations. They didn’t go that way at all. This, though, was a different way…