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…
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…
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…
By now, just about everyone is familiar with what has been termed the ‘wood-wide web’: Susanne Simard’s stunning discover of the tiny threads of mycelium or mycorrhizal network that lies beneath our feet in a forest, connecting tree roots and…
Telepathy, by its very nature, involves the subtlest of senses. For me it’s been a hard-fought battle to put aside the nagging voices of logic and reason on the one hand and the clamour of everyday 3D life on the…
Why I’m telling this story: The boy’s tale Imagine you have a story to tell — a fantastical, stunning, inspiring story in which every word is true…but you are completely unable to share it with anyone else. You sit there,…
Most nights I have a telepathic conversation with Asher. I just write down, as best I can, the thoughts, images or sensations that come to me from him. I’m hopelessly curious and love getting this information in whatever way I…
Photo by Kourosh Qaffari on Unsplash It’s a subtle change of emphasis, this. I move from referring to ‘the book I’m hoping to get published’ to ‘my forthcoming book’. It’s still a long way off, of course, but now at least there is…
Photo by Richard Lee on Unsplash Many years ago, when Asher was still having to rely on speaking in words (his ‘second language’) to communicate with me, he told me that he believed synchronicity worked differently for people like himself with autistic spectrum…
I’m getting on a bit to begin on a project like this, if we’re honest, but it’s been a long time in the making. No point writing a memoir until enough years have passed to forge those memories. So here…