The Deep Magic
When Something Can’t Not-Be Why me? When something magical or mystical happens to one of us — any of us, I suspect — there are those moments of doubt. Of all the people on the planet, why on earth was I chosen for this experience?…
Category Telepathy
The Road to The Asherings
The dream was strange and intense, with sound being an integral part. It wasn’t about water being transferred from a large container to many smaller vessels, but that’s almost as close as I can get to an earthly equivalent. For ‘water’ read ‘segments of…
Destroy the Diaries!
I know, it seems brutal. The thing is, several thoughts have come together to make this act of vandalism a necessity. A recent birthday reminds me that my remaining time in this crumpled skin-suit is in its final decades, even…
Hunting for the Truth
Once in a while, there is a jolt in my perception that starts me questioning my assumptions. I’d like to share one here. I realised long ago that truth, like life itself, is subjective. As the illustration makes clear, we…
Remote Viewing in Red
The annual Frost Fayre in my town was approaching again. A year before, Asher and I had used the occasion to revisit our old remote viewing experiments, with considerable success. (I’ll put a link to the post I wrote about that towards…
She Said He Said
Is Asher from The Telepathy Tapes Real? Don’t get me wrong. Both of us have enjoyed our five minutes of fame, on the whole. Being featured on The Telepathy Tapes led to our book, which, after a short flurry of interest in…
Waiting for the Right Moment
Remember that bit in Minority Report when they’re trapped in the shopping mall, with law enforcers closing in fast, and Agatha keeps saying, “Wait…wait…wait…”? She’s a precog, so John Anderton trusts her, even though his instinct is to run. Then,…
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…
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…