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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…
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…
I really shouldn’t be surprised that Asher can pull this off. He proved to me when he was a very small child that he could act the part of a polite, well-behaved and hard-working pupil in my class, whilst secretly…
Wisdom in Solitude? I’ve often mused that if, like some latter-day Carlos Castaneda, I claimed to have ventured deep into little-known lands — a rainforest or desert, perhaps, or three-quarters of the way up a mountain in Bhutan — to…
Asher didn’t talk a lot, back when he was six. There were several reasons for that. The most obvious was a condition called oral dyspraxia, which meant he had difficulty controlling the movement of the muscles in his mouth and…