I was four years old and eating soup. The spoon bent, the soup went in my lap. I wasn't trying to do it.

Sure. I think about 1% of the population can achieve it without too much effort - mostly children, who don't have any preconceptions to overcome. But my biographer, Jonathan Margolis, who is a Fleet St journalist and a lifelong sceptic, went to a spoon-bending party in California and came back with a ladle that he'd twisted like a corkscrew. If Jonathan can do that, then yes - anyone can bend spoons.

	Healing is a new interest, though I find it utterly exhausting. My book Mind Medicine describes some of the methods psychics use to heal. Usually I prefer to help people energise their minds, but I know I helped one crippled boy throw away his crutches. Jamie Patrick was nine years old when he visited my home. His hip joint was crumbling from a rare ailment called Perthes Disease.
I think Jamie's faith in my powers was far greater than any hopes I had, for I felt the energy within him when I lightly placed my palm on the damaged bone. For ten minutes I felt an extraordinary flow of healing vibrations thatseemed to come from all around us.

A few weeks later doctors operated on the hip - and found it was fully healed. Jamie's GP, Dr Peter Petrie, said: "I don't know how Mr Geller works, but he certainly has fewer side-effects than some of the drugs we offer."

Was it me? Was it the trust of a small boy? Was it something far greater than both of us?

My own involvement with the CIA was abruptly terminated when a military intelligence officer invited me to stop the heart of a pig with my mind. I heard the name 'Yuri Andropov' in my head, and I believed the real target of Mindpower murder was to be the then-head of the KGB. I walked out, but the agency's Project Stargate carried on with brilliant psychics like Major David Morehouse. Ex-President Jimmy Carter, asked to recall the most memorable event during his time in the White House, described how a psychic used remote viewing to find a US aircraft which had crashed in Zaire. The man "went into a trance and gave some latitude and longitude figures. We focused our satellite cameras on that point and the plane was there."

The director-general of Petroleos Mexicanos, Jorge Dias Serrano, was present in the mid Seventies when I dowsed for a tiny phial of oil hidden in the presidential offices. Trusting the tingling sensations in my palms, I found it, buried in a flowerpot, and Serrano invited me to inspect several possible drilling sites, first by dowsing over maps, then on helicopter fly-overs. I told him which sites felt rich, and his engineers asked dozens of questions. Later, I got paid.

I sometimes wonder if I should have insisted on a contract giving me 10 per cent of the profits yielded by my strikes. Serrano later told me my work had been 'very precise'. Later still, when my Mexican adventure was long over, he went to prison for fraud. The total embezzled during the countries oil boom was put, 15 years ago, at £6 billion. If I had charged for just 10 per cent of that ludicrous sum, I might have pocketed £600 million. I did not take a single cent. My only payment was a Mexican passport, which I still use.

Euro 96 was the real focus for my energies. By the time of the World Cup, Glenn Hoddle and I were embroiled in a petty spat - maybe we were enemies in a previous life ... Only by writing and talking. It's hard for me to implant ideas in your head. The CIA did a lot of research in this area, however,
trying to discover if KGB psychics could cause nervousbreakdowns via psychic attack.Nixon went to Moscow in the early Seventies and almost had a breakdown, right out of the blue - so yes, probably some psi adepts can influence your thoughts. I was invited to bombard the Russian's to sign the Nuclear Disarmament Treaty.

The Temple of the Screaming Electron, a vast archive of the type of information which gets the internet a bad name.

&TOTSE, as its creators acronym it, began as a bulletin board, an on-line service which had to be dialled direct. Its electronic library of anonymous submissions on everything from anarchy to Y2K are being switched to the web, with access open to all. The US media has been aware of its content since 1992, when it was labelled 'a clearing-house for crime' by the National Enquirer.

An efficient index steers visitors swiftly to a recipe for serving human flesh, including a detailed guide to skinning and butchering a corpse. Vengeance seekers can learn how to destroy a car's engine with a plastic film container and a squirt of soap, shoplifters can discover how to evade security camera, high school killers - like the duo who committed mass slaughter at Littleton, Colorado - can make their own pipebombs and pistols. My editor at the Times prohibited me from revealing the address of this site. (We're a bit more lax - it's at http://www.totse.com -remember, you are responsible for your own actions, however silly they are! - Ed)

Daily. My Home Page is mamma.com and I use the Electric Library and CNI news a lot.

I don't hate. Life's too short.

Go to http://www.uri-geller.com/ and see.

I Am Spoonbender. Checkout their web site at http://www.iamspoonbender.com/

One of Israel's political parties approached me with a proposal to have me stand as president (not prime minister). I'm no politician, but I'd love to be President Geller.

Tomorrow? I'll change it when we get there.

Not getting to tomorrow!

I was a male model back in the Sixties. Before that I was a paratrooper, but the Six Day War convinced me I didn't want to follow my father and pursue a military career.

The births of my children, Daniel and Natalie. Failing to bend that bloody spoon on Johnny Carson's show. I console myself with the knowledge that, by being unable to command a paranormal phenomenon on live coast-to-coast US primetime, I did prove that spoonbending is not a piece of conjuring. If it was a trick, I would have got it right.

Rabbi Shmuley Boteach, a great friend and a wonderfully spiritual teacher. He's also a sex maniac. Daniel Dunglas Home, the great Victorian psychic - the man I would most like to have met.
John Lennon - he once confided in me about an alien abduction experience. Now that I know so much more about the phenomenon, there's a lot I'd love to ask him. A good friend who is a medium sent me a song lyric which, he told me, John had composed for me. It's called So Many Doors.

Bottled water, at the family table.

Praying for peace.

I hope not. It'll screw my career right up.

Read my novel Dead Cold. It's a scorching murder mystery, a tale of fake psychics, spontaneous human combustion and very, very hot cups of coffee.

Uri Geller's novels Dead Cold and Ella are published by Headline at £5.99. Mind Medicine is published by Element at £20.

Visit him at http://www.uri-geller.com/ and e-mail him at urigeller@compuserve.com

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