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From Nothing so Strange - Arthur Ford

Like a good many other persons who find they have some Psychic projection, I was very willing to experiment but did not know how to begin. Neither did Professor Snoddy. We tried table-tipping and got some apparently responsible personalities from what was commonly called "the other side." Sometimes I was able to come up with clairvoyant knowledge but of no great moment. Blindfolded I was sometimes able to tell what he was doing across the room and at times to tell what he was thinking.

  One of those boys, a chap named Joe, took his psychic interests seriously. When he became very ill with pneumonia and the doctors gave up hope for his recovery, he called me over and in his last laboured breaths said to me, "lf I can get back I'll give you proof."

I must say I never expected to hear from Joe again. But some months later when I was on vacation in Michigan I attended a Spiritualist meeting at which the clairvoyant pointed to me and told me that a friend on the other side had a message for me. She described Joe in detail, although she could not get his name, and said he was talking about dynamite. Such a message made no sense to me and I wrote off the clairvoyant for dealing in trivia. But a year later another psychic repeated the performance. Still a year later a third psychic in another state described Joe and insisted he was saying a word that sounded like dynamite, although not exactly dynamite. She said my friend wanted me to say the word with him, he saying the first syllable, I the second and he the third.

 Then I knew what he wanted. The word was Dynamus, the secret password of the fraternity to which we both belonged, and as a means of identification the word was lettered back and forth between the brothers, along with the grip. The password changed each year, but the year Joe had died it had been Dynamus. My friend was proving himself in the way he had been accustomed to do in life.