Observations placeholder

 From Nothing so Strange - Arthur Ford

  I found that my main task on such occasions was to make myself open to whatever might come through. Soon the result was a fairly consistent ability to stand before an audience, half block out the people before me, feel as if I were about to go into trance but not lose consciousness, and then let discarnate personalities either appear before me or impress me with a description of themselves while at the same time I heard, wordlessly, the messages they wished to convey.

 Whenever I threw my critical mind into a skeptical mood, telling myself, "This man couldn't be named Gregory Klegory Tegory," and tried to substitute something which sounded more sensible, then I misfired. But when I went ahead and reported what I heard or saw, the result was usually, response from someone in the audience.

  As my public work increased I used to wish there were some way to hold back the crowds of discarnates who pressed about me. Sometimes I "saw" them, sometimes I felt them, but either way there were often too many of them. There should be some method, or someone, to keep them in order, to determine precedence. I had to take whomever clamoured the loudest, silent though the clamour might be. What was needed was an invisible master of ceremonies. It was at this point that a partner came into my life and Fletcher became my right-hand man.