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,…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
‘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…