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With so much
media focus on the search for three missing girls this summer, surely
psychic intervention could save much heartache and worry.
In fact, I have worked with police on hunts for serial killers,
such as the so-called Son Of Sam who stalked New York in the late
Seventies. The work is grim and distressing, and even 25 years on
I still suffer occasional nightmares - the negative energy that
spills out of these crimes is horrifying.
Perhaps because television features so many engrossing police dramas,
many people seem to treat real-life abductions as a kind of live
entertainment, gruesome but engrossing. That attitude sickens me.
As a hospital patron, I meet many families who are suffering a different
type of tragedy – not newsworthy, not fascinating, but as
traumatic as anything on the TV news. Every decent person is horrified
by the murders of those poor girls.
But what about the youngsters whose deaths never make the front
pages?
The victims of road accidents, cancer, heart disease and a dozen
other preventable horrors?
Where are the seas of flowers for them?
Here’s a true test of psychic energy – next time you
see a lurid headline, project your mind behind the drama, and think
about someone outside the spotlight who needs your help just as
much.
And then give
that help.
My
black 1976 Cadillac Brougham was the pride of my life.
When I was obsessed
with status symbols. It took my many years - and the birth of my
two children - to realise that cars are just hunks of metal that
move us about.
I wanted my
Caddy to stay meaningful to me, so I set about bolting every bent
spoon I ever kept to its bodywork. Soon it was festooned with spoons
and forks that were once owned by JFK, Elvis, Dali, Chopin, Fellini,
Danny Kaye, Andy Warhol, David Bowie, Gary Cooper, Diego Maradona,
David Frost, Elton John, Elizabeth Taylor, Charlie Chaplin and Barbra
Streisand. And Freud,
Churchill, Ali,
Loren, Gorbachev, Rasputin, Houdini and Picasso. All the silverware
has been arranged to form a gigantic peace symbol when seen from above.
Naturally I can't get it insured to drive. With all that cutlery festooning
the bonnet, imagine the consequences of an accident. Talk about cutting
someone up in traffic!
Many people possess powerful psychic talents without
knowing it.
That can cause chaos, because psi energy needs to be channeled if
it is to be kept in check.
Maybe your computer crashes when you're under stress - journalist
friends tell me that Fleet Street newsrooms are bedlam as deadlines
approach, with PCs that have behaved perfectly all day suddenly developing
mysterious glitches.
Or maybe street lamps flicker on and off as you walk down the road
- this is such a common phenomenon that Dr Richard Wiseman of the
University of Hertfordshire is researching what parapsychologists
call 'the SLIde effect' - Street Light Interference. My theory that
excess psi-energy is involved was backed up by a British SLIder called
Debbie Wolf, a barmaid, who told CNN news channel: "When it happens
is when I'm stressed about something, really chewing something over
in my head."
The energy
isn't always human, as a family in London, Ontario, discovered this
month. All the children's toys sparked into life, buzzing about
the
bedrooms and
chattering at full volume, after lightning struck the house. There
was so much electrical energy in the air that fires started
spontaneously, and neighbours had to use garden hoses to prevent
a blaze.
I'm glad my own energy focuses on metal objects and not soft furnishings!
Help, get me out of here!
As soon as they invited me on to the show, I knew there would be trouble.
I even got a strange psychic flash about eating bugs. But I ignored
it because I wanted, so badly, this chance to raise such a large sum
for charity.
Psychologically,
I prepared myself for everything I could think of: snakes, spiders,
heat, hardship, even conflict between the celebrities.
But one thing I never expected was a vicious attack in the paper
I write for every week.
When I came out of the rain forest and read what Kevin O'Sullivan
had been writing about me I felt betrayed.
The insults, I could take. Hey, if you put your head above the parapet,
people are going to take pot shots.
I could even laugh at the way they made me out to be a letch. Some
people have a problem with 'hands- on healing'. They don't understand
the way those forces work. It makes them feel big to belittle the
process by insinuating smut.
Some people also have a problem with my accent and my manner. Israeli
brashness is often mistaken for rudeness.
All this, I can understand.
But that story about my wife Hannah was a step too far.
She is by my side now as I write this.
She has asked me to tell you that she never 'ran in tears' from
the viewing room. She knows me well and we love each other passionately.
The only tears she shed were tears of laughter at some of my antics
and of amazement when I had to eat those creepy-crawlies.
That story about
Hannah was a hurtful fabrication. Our kids, too, say that their words
were twisted in stories that appeared. But we are not going to get
angry. For when any of us ever let anger get the better of us, our
psychic abilities are compromised. And they are the most valuable
things we can ever have.
Some
of the most familiar pieces of household furniture can take on immense
importance when we are deprived of them.
I imagine that by the time you read this, I will be dreaming longingly
of everyday objects such as televisions, chairs, microwaves and
food processors.
And looking at my Rainforest Diet Sheet, I expect I'll be homesick
for my wife's delicious breakfasts too!
If we miss ordinary objects so much, which can easily be replaced
with a simple shopping trip, think how much more we must miss human
beings. Our loved ones are irreplaceable. A day without someone
you trust and adore is a day with an empty ache. It is sad that
our society is often so materialistic that we will value objects
above lives - particularly the lives of people we
don't know.
Everyone is
loved by someone. It might be trite for me to say that everyhuman
being is worth infinitely more than any mere object - but it's a
lesson all of us need to relearn daily.
Did
you know that the Bible contains the world's oldest eco-friendly
guidelines?
In Deuteronomy,
one of the earliest books of the Old Testament, God warns us never
to cut down fruit trees, even in the heat of battle. Deuteronomy
is one of the five books of the Jewish Torah, the most sacred text
in my people's religion.
Rabbis down
the centuries have underlined the importance of nurturning trees.
One intensely holy man, Rebbe Nachman of Braslav, wrote in the 18th
century, "If a person kills a tree before its time, it is like
having murdered a soul." Ancient man was taught not to destroy
trees for an excellent reason - they keep this planet alive.
Modern man sneers at all the old wisdom, and butchers whole forests
daily for profit. And we think we're so clever!
I
am certain you have the power to read my mind.
My conviction
is positive and unshakeable. I was delighted to read that new studies
prove positive thinking can help us live longer and stay healthier.
It's particularly
important to keep smiling this summer. If you believe what some
scaremongers say: that terrorists lurk in every corner, war is about
to break out with every tin-pot dictatorship on the planet, the
stock market is going to implode, house prices are going to crumble,
mutant GM crops are going to take over the world and American fraudsters
have spent your pension. It's all "speculation". Here's
my advice: forget it. Stop worrying. It won't make a scrap of difference
to the fate of nations whether you lie awake all night, but it will
have a major impact on your health.
If you stay
positive and keep smiling, you'll have the best chance of dealing
easily with everything life - or Saddam Hussein, or Wall Street,
or all the rest of them - throws at you.
I’m
often asked whether animals have paranormal powers, or if their
uncanny knack for reading our minds really relies on highly–tuned
instincts.
I believe
animals do have psychic abilities – and, more importantly,
they use them. Our pets listen to their intuitions. We don’t:
humans filter out messages from the sub-conscious, and deny the
evidence of our sixth sense.
Animals don’t
know that the paranormal is scientifically impossible, so they
pay no attention to sceptics. No-one ever laughed at a cat for
backing its hunches, but a human who invokes intuition in business,
at home or even out shopping is likely to face sneers from friends
and colleagues.
Clearly,
it’s cool to be a cat! We must learn from our pets. Give
in to your animal side, and get psychic.
Uri
Geller feature for Jonathan Cainer page Monday July 15.
Mirror: Eric Sykes
We Jews are proud of being the funniest people on Earth. We revere
people like Jackie Mason, the New York comic who has put down
his joke book to rage about the insane conflict which is gripping
the Middle East. Even when he's being serious, Jackie is still
a riot. No one can argue with him, because they are laughing so
hard. We should make him President of Israel, and laugh our way
to peace.
Anglo-Saxons produce almost as many great comics - but they are
often not appreciated till they're dead. Look at Spike Milligan:
the nation wept when he died, but could he get the BBC to repeat
his shows?
I am delighted that one living hero of comedy is receiving the
adulation he deserves: Eric Sykes, who has written more great
jokes than anyone alive, seems to be in every magazine I pick
up.
Eric is nearly 80, cheerfully coping with deafnes and blindness,
and still capable of stealing every scene on stage or on camera.
He has the true wisdom of age, too, that lets him always speak
his mind, regardless of ridicule. He believes in intelligent life
beyond Earth, and he says so. He thinks Jesus might have been
an alien, and he isn't afraid to speak up. Just when you
think he's
cracking another daft joke, you realise he means it. He's smiling,
but he means it.
God bless you, Eric Sykes. You're teaching us the most important
rule: the human mind is the most powerful tool, when we have the
courage to speak it.
Have a laugh
with ESP It takes less than a minute to test your ESP - that's
Extra Sensory
Perception. And because your psychic skills are closely connected
to the funny bone, it's always a giggle to exercise your innate
telepathic talent.
Uri
Geller for Jonathan Cainer page Monday July 22, 2002.
I was baffled
by the frenzied claims of French archaeologists who
thought they had discovered the Missing Link earlier this month.
And
I doubled up with laughter when sceptical scientists retorted
that
the fossilised African skull belonged not to a pre-human ancestor
of
ours, seven million years ago, but to an ordinary gorilla.
Much of science seems to me to revolve around the smallest
fragments of evidence, spinning ludicrous stories from them. The
archaeologist who finds a lump of bone and invents a family
connection between baboons and humans, is no different from the
medicine man who terrifies his tribe by proclaiming that
thunderstorms prove the gods are angry.
I cannot understand why most archaeologists ignore the
biggest question about humans: if we have been around, with our
clever hands and powerful brains, for 200,000 years, why didn't
we
invent civilisation until the time of Moses?
In other words, how could we spend 98 per cent of our history
in idleness, and then cram so many empires and great religions
and
earth-shattering discoveries into the final two per cent?
Human beings have no doubt always been ferociously
intelligent, wildly ambitious, amazingly inventive, astonishingly
versatile. It's impossible for me to believe that nothing of note,
except a few cave paintings, was created by our race throughout
almost all its history.
There must have been many Michelangelos, many Einsteins, many
Caesars - long, long before the civilisations we know about. The
true task of archaeology should be to dig these stories
out. Because if humans really did invent civilisation in the times
of
Moses, then there's only one sane conclusion to be drawn: humans
were
not around for long before Moses.
And that theory, oddly enough, is the one you'll find in the Bible.
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Mirror: Orgone energy
As fires rage
across southern California and Arizona, fed by drought, I have
received an appeal from James DeMeo, who believes he has perfected
an extraordinary cloudbusting technology.
DeMeo is director of research at the Orgone Biophysical Research
Lab in Ashland, Oregon. He presents fascinating data about efforts
to 'green the deserts' in the US and Africa - but what really
catches my eye is his account of a two-week mission to my homeland,
Israel, to halt a three-year drought.
The effects of his cloudbusters were so devastatingly successful
that rainfall broke 50-year records, heavy snows covered Turkey
and Lebanon, rivers burst their banks and brought traffic to a
standstill, and electricity powerlines came crashing down. DeMeo
clearly believes in doing a job thoroughly.
His methods are inspired by Austrian medic Wilhelm Reich, who
believed the energy which flows through humans is the same force
that drives the universe. Reich fled the Nazis, only to be persecuted
in the US, where his books were burned. He was eventually imprisoned
as
a 'quack' and died in jail.
DeMeo's cloudbusters certainly appear to work - surely there is
evidence enough for the mainstream meteorological community to
take his claims seriously. After all, if drought can be averted
in
Africa, where it is threatening millions of lives as crops fail
across half the continent, anything must be worth a try.
I fear orgone theory is doomed to be ignored, because it insists
that scientists must live good and moral lives. DeMeo's cloudbusting
team have to prove they are capable of loving relationships, showing
kindness and respect to all people and to animals too.
That is anathema to mainstream science, which holds that morals
are irrelevant in the lab. Meanwhile, the most famous advocate
of greening the deserts remains the wonderful Kate Bush, whose
hit
single Cloudbusting was inspired by Reich.
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at www.urigeller.com and e-mail him at urigeller@compuserve.com
Modern
Mobile !
Look
at this phone - it receives faxes, emails, texts and pages. Oh,
and phone calls. I can use it on mountaintops, on moors, on remote
beaches ... it reaches everywhere. And if I ever stray so far from
the beaten track that I don't know where I'm calling from, the satellite
navigation display in my car can pinpoint me to the nearest ten
feet. Small world? Global village? Those terms are out-of-date -
this planet is so compact I can pop it into my pocket. Or so I thought,
until I visited a primary school this week where one imaginative
class has linked up with children in a Brazilian settlement. This
township is not visible on any map - desperate migrants have seized
land near an Amazon port called Itaqui, and built shelters from
mud, clay and straw. They can get electricity by illegally tapping
into the main lines, a dangerous but vital practice. The only water
comes from overworked wells, and the nearest schoolhouse is three
miles away. Phones? Faxes? Emails? Not a chance - the Brazilian
children can communicate with their English friends only by letters
brought by charity workers. Messages take weeks and months to arrive.
When letters do come, of course, it’s a major event. I was
shocked to realise what a big world this still is, and impressed
by the work of the charity, Plan International, who can be reached
in the UK at 5-6 Underhill St, London (020 7485 6612). We live so
fast and so luxuriously in this country, it's easy to lose our sense
of proportion. As usual, it takes the children to remind us.
Life
in the fast Lane
Einstein
was right. Time is relative, and it travels much faster in Los Angeles,
where I am today, than anywhere else on the planet. The hyperactive
go-getters of this city cram a whole week into every day, and count
any moment when they are doing less than three things simultaneously
as a waste of time.At the gym, they are all watching TV as they
pound the treadmills and jabber into their phones. In the car, they
yell at their radios as they chew on their breakfasts. In meetings,
they monitor their stock-holdings via their palm-sized computers
and the ballgame on their wristwatch TVs.Hardly surprising, then,
that it takes forever to get anything done in LA. Movies wallow
in development limbo for decades. Legal cases drag on for lifetimes.
Even their car chases happen in slow motion - remember the OJ Simpson
farce?I believe strongly that the only efficient way to get anything
done is to apply total focus. Whatever you are doing, do it as if
your life depends on it. When it's done, put it out of your mind
- and focus on the next task, 100 per cent.Whether you are watching
TV or pressing the boss for a pay rise, cooking a meal or enjoying
a work-out, be focused. By trying to do two things at once, you'll
slow both tasks down by far more than 50 per cent. And if you try
to do more than two ... you might as well be doing nothing at all.Fwant
to live in the fast lane, think about this metaphor:When he drives
a Ferrari, Michael Schumacher wins races. But if he tried to switch
constantly between two Ferraris, would he win two first places?
Or finish a dismal last?
The
new buzzword in business is “defensive pessimism”.
This
American concept is the opposite of positive thinking - executives
are encouraged to come up with worst-case scenarios and then develop
strategies for dealing with them. Product meltdowns, PR disasters,
financial scandals, corporate ctastrophes...let your imagination
run wild as you dream up the ultimate nightmare. And then try to
make certain it never happens. I believe that, like most business
fads, this is simply insane. The shortest road to disaster starts
with negative thinking..We focus on where we're going - and if we're
focusing on failure, failure is what we'll get. This is why life
never gave that old misery-guts Tony Hancock much to smile about!
Far too many people practise "defensive pessimism" instinctively,
ven if they have never heard the jargon. My toughest task when trying
to motivate business teams, and even athletes, is to shatter the
habit of negative thinking. Doubt and anxiety are the automatic
response to a challenge for people who have trained themselves to
accept failure.I refuse to accept failure. So should you. Turn the
jargon on its head, and force your mind to use "aggressive
optimism". Dream of the very best that can happen. Picture
the best possible outcome in your mind. And start planning how to
make this dream a reality. Every daydream is like a prayer. You
would never pray for disaster - so why waste your energy imagining
it? Focus like a laser on success, and burn a path straight to the
top.
Eating
disorders can be deadly.
The most terrifying experience of my life came when I succumbed
to bulimia during the late Seventies. My spending was out of control,
my first flush of fame was in decline and my body decided to get
a grip in its own way - by banning food. I could put as much as
I wanted into my mouth, and I sometimes spooned entire gateaux into
my face. But within minutes I would run to the men's room, to make
sure the calories never hit my digestive system. I nearly died.
I was a walking skeleton. I thank God that something in my mind
saw the insanity of what my body was doing, and I was able to beat
the disorder. There's a crazy media notion that you can never be
too thin, and it's simply not true. I was delighted to see a new
book by Harvard professor Rose Frisch - the boring title is Female
Fertility and the Body Fat Connection, but the message is dynamite.
Women whose fat levels fall too low stop having periods. If the
fat keeps coming off, these women can become infertile - permanently.
And Professor Frisch is not talking about people with life-threatening
anorexia or bulimia - her research was based on studies of mainstream
dieters, the women who want to look like catwalk models. But as
mums-to-be Kate Moss and Victoria Beckham have shown, some women
are naturally skinny, and that doesn't impair their fertility. The
warning is clear. You have to be yourself, not some media mirror
image. And that applies not just to what you eat, but to everything
you do.
Exeter
City Football Club
My
son Daniel's fervent fantasy of playing for his beloved football
club, Third Division Exeter City, has always seemed impossible -
he is training to be a lawyer. There are Premiership stars who started
out stacking supermarket shelves or driving fork-lifts, but I don't
know of any post-graduate legal brains in the leagues. But Daniel's
impossible dream has come true in another, even more unlikely way
- he is Exeter's vice-chairman. And I am its joint chairman!
We're still reeling from the call-up. When my old friend Mike Lewis
rang to ask for my aid with his takeover of the club, I
couldn't have been more shocked had it been Sven-Goran Eriksson
on the other end of the line, with free tickets to the World Cup.
Now we are filled with enthusiasm to help turn the club around,
to put its finances on a stable footing and hopefully start a
promotion challenge. First of all, we need more season ticket holders,
so I shall be contacting my dear friend and fellow chairman (I love
saying 'fellow chairman') Mohammed Al Fayed to get Fulham down to
South Devon for a dazzling friendly fixture. That will show the
fans we mean business - and that great football is coming home to
Exeter.
And I hope to persuade Michael Jackson and NSync to put on a charity
spectacular in the Grecian's ground.
Well, why not? With positive thinking and boundless optimism, nothing
is impossible. Just ask Daniel!
Silly
Science
Silly
me! Two weeks ago I declared in the Mirror that most scientists
were deluding no one but themselves with their nonsensical fairy
tales - and now the World's Greatest Scientist, Professor Stephen
Hawking, has gone and disproved the existence of God.
That does leave me looking a little stupid, doesn't it? Hawking's
theory is all to do with the Fifth Dimension, which sounds
like a bad Seventies dance troupe, but is actually a serious mathematical
concept.
We all know the three dimensions - length, breadth, depth - and
Dr Who fans will remember that the fourth dimension is Time. So
what's the Fifth? The Fifth Dimension is a kind of hyperspace, which
we puny humans cannot sense. It's where Hawking's famous Big Bang
began.
The universe, says the Prof, exploded out of the Fifth Dimension.
I expect this explains all sorts of things. The Fifth Dimension
is where odd socks and Biros vanish to; it's where George W. Bush's
extra votes came from; it's where Roy Keane keeps his
manners.
Obviously, there's no need for God when we've got the Fifth Dimension.
It's invisible, it's all around us and we must accept the
word of High Priest Hawking that it is there at all - sounds like
a typical tinpot cult guru's deity to me.
As most people who have real religious convictions know, God is
not 'invisible'. We don't have to take anybody's word for God's
existence - we sense the force of universal love in everything we
do, say and experience.
However, if you fancy cheating in this week's Psychic Challenge,
just take a peek into the Fifth Dimension. I've hidden the
answer there.
Scientists
Last
week's column drew my biggest ever mailbag - including many emails
from angry readers who insisted my claims about an ancient map were
'unscientific'. I can tolerate the current vogue for worshipping
scientists, until people start pretending that science 'proves'
that God does not exist.
There is a growing core of dangerous fundamentalists who preach
the doctrine of Darwin and deny the spiritual aspect in everything.
Evolution is all, they insist. Then they start spouting a creation
myth called the Big Bang that any child will instantly see to be
utter tosh.
This
is how it goes:
"Once
upon a time all the energy and atoms in the universe were crammed
together into a speck so small it was much tinier than
even
one atom. This speck exploded, and all the universe poured out and
rushed away in every direction, faster than the speed of light "The
universe gelled into stars and planets, and blobs of life bubbled
up out of nowhere. The blobs were very small, but every generation
got bigger and stronger, so that eventually the blobs had astoundingly
complex minds, and morals, and spirits ... except for the blobs
that became trees, or birds, or just stayed as blobs."
It's
nonsense. It's sheer hogwash. It's quackery. And it's a serious
case of the Emperor's New Clothes, because anyone who dares point
out that Darwinists are charlatans is at risk of virulent ridicule.
Of
one thing I am certain: in 20 years the barmy Big Bang theory will
have been replaced by some other scientific theory that will be
even madder.
120
million years BC
An
extraordinary map discovered by Russian archaeologists appears to
prove an intelligent civilisation visited Earth 120 million years
ago, when dinosaurs still roamed the planet.
Professor
Alexandr Chuvyrov of Bashkir State University uncovered the stone
slab, which he calls the Map of the Creator, as he searched for
traces of prehistoric human migrations from China.
The
map is a 3D aerial photograph of the mountains around what is now
Ufa, a city 60 miles east of the Urals in the Russian Federation's
state of Bashkortostan. Modern maps of such accuracy, the professor
insists, are possible only with satellite technology. The relief
has not been manually made by an ancient stonecutter. It is simply
impossible. It is obvious the stone was machined." he map reveals
a giant irrigation system, with 12 dams each 10km across. No trace
of the earthworks now remains, and no known ancient civilisation
could have created either the dams or the map itself.
The
stone itself is up to half a billion years old Radiocarbonic analysis
and uranium chronometer scanning appear to show the carving was
made 120 million years ago. hat figure turns everything we know
about prehistory inside-out. Dinosaurs were not wiped out until
65 million years ago.
No
serious scientist currently bleieves humans co-existed with dinosaurs
So what civilisation was capable of Space Age cartography and ndustrial
irrigation projects? I believe it could not have been human.
Art
of the possible
Some
things cannot be changed, can they? You'll never be ten years younger
than you are today; I won't ever levitate, and there will always
be millions of families in the world's poorest countries who don't
have enough to feed their children.
"Cannot
be changed"? Hold on! There are a few people - insanely stubborn,
furiously zealous - who insist on turning these
negatives
inside out. I have boundless admiration for Bono, the Irish singer
who is using his international megastardom as a weapon in the crusade
against poverty and starvation.
By
the sheer force of his belief in justice and morality, Bono has
forced world leaders from George Bush to the Pope to rethink
their
complacency about starvation. Bono has just returned from a triumphant
mission to Washington where President Bush pledged five billion
dollars for aid.
Bono
doesn't care whose arm he has to twist. "I'd have lunch with
Satan if there was so much at stake," he says, "Millions
of lives are being lost for the stupidest of reasons: money."
That
kind of determination is unstoppable. When it hits a reality roadblock
... reality has to back down.
We
can all learn from Bono's example. Self-belief is the key.
When
you've got it, nothing can bar your way. Demonstrate this limitless
human power to yourself by declaring, "I am psychic! I can
feel the force!" Now tackle the Psychic Challenge - you know
you can do it!
And
if you want to attempt rejuvenation through Mindpower - you can
do that too. As for levitation... who knows what I can do if I really
believe?
crystals
To
sharpen your telepathic prowess, hold a crystal in your hand. The
energy field which surrounds and flows through your body will find
focus in the geometric perfection of the crystal's faces When I
say that crystal's are the batteries of the earth, this isn't some
New Age mumbo jumbo. Look inside your digital watch - crystal powers
it. That's why it's a 'quartz' watch. There are crystals in your
computer, even crystals in your car. Some scientists believe a spinning
crystal forms the Earth's core. Others have calculated that the
universe's invisible dimensions lie on angled planes which combine
into ... you guessed it, aninfinite crystal.
Before
I send a crystal from my personal collection to a Psychic Challenge
reader each week, I energise the stone. I grip it in my fist and
imagine energy radiating from my heart, down my arm, into my hand.
Within seconds the crystal is hot, sometimes too hot to hold You
can try this with any crystal. If yours gets hot too, you possess
an energy gift which could be channeled into healing. You may literally
have healing hands.
Eyes
picture
possible: Close-up on my eyes
Words
come out of your mouth, expressions form on your face. So where
do telepathic signals come from? And how do you receive them?
Questions
like these could hold the key to show us what telepathy really is
and how it works. I've always been convinced that it's a 'brain
thing' - the signals travel from mind to mind.
Human
beings can pick up intuitions with their stomachs (gut reactions)
and pour out emotions through their hearts (heart-to-heart) but
telepathy is a mental energy. For me it works most strongly when
I can gaze into someone's eyes.
Mystics
have always taught that a 'third eye' sits between your two 'seeing'
eyes, just above the bridge of your nose. Stroke
that
part of your brow and you will feel your mind slip into a state
of relaxed alertness.
Brain
scans reveal that most of our conscious thinking is done immediately
behind the forehead - and that we experience religious visions there
too. I suspect there's a telepathic transmitter in the grey matter
at that point.
Queen
Mother
I
was standing beside my wife in the bank, thinking about the funeral
of the Queen Mother which takes place tomorrow.
I
had been musing on the mysterious changes which overtake a soul
when a human body dies. The Queen Mother, I am certain, has already
been reunited with her daughter, Princess Margaret, and with her
husband, King George - but until her loved ones, and the whole nation,
have bid a fond farewell, I believe this grand lady's spirit will
be lingering on Earth.
WhenI
glanced at the computer panel on the back of the cash achine at
my elbow, it seemed to carry a cynical, sarcastic message. "END=0"
read the display: the end equals zero. Once I had recovered from
the surprise of being challenged in philosophical debate by a cash
machine, I answered back telepathically. "You're a machine,
a primitive computer. When a human switches you off, that is the
end - no memories, no consciousness, nothing.
"But
we are immensely complex living creatures, spiritual and emotional
beings, alive in ways which a machine could never comprehend. Even
when our bodies are switched off, our lives continue on unimaginable
paths."
Perhaps
you think I'm slightly barmy to argue with a cash machine. But the
machine started it!
It's
easy to prove that humans are intelligent in dimensions a computer
cannot reach - just try dowsing for this week's psychic
challenge.
Hold the palm of your hand over each of the four symbols above in
turn: when you feel a tingle or a burst of warmth, you've
found
the right symbol. You can't do that with a PC!
New
baby
My family has been watching the TV news with mounting horror, as
events in the Middle East spiral out of control. My wife and I were
both born in Israel, and we have many friends - Jews, Christians
and Muslims - in the towns and cities worst hit by violence.
The
relentless focus on death and destruction provided by news cameras
could drive the greatest optimist into fits of despair,
and
it is important for us to turn off the coverage frequently and direct
our thoughts onto positive targets. Helpless worrying does nobody
any good, especially the worrier!
Thankfully,
we heard wonderful tidings from Israel when we learned this week
that Arab friends have received the gift they had
long
prayed for - a baby boy. His name is Hassan, and he is a brother
to three angelic little girls. This family are peace-loving, and
abhor the violence every bit as much as I do.
Miracles
like this happen literally every moment. According to the US Bureau
of the Census, more than 250 babies are born
worldwide
every minute. That's 15,000 an hour, 360,000 a day. Every one of
them filled with limitless hope and potential.
Baby
Hassan is a naturally psychic being - for nine months his eyes have
been closed, and his only sensations have been the
warmth
and sounds of the mother's body. Telepathy has been his sole means
of communication and, as many mothers will confirm, an unborn child's
telepathic ability can be uncanny.
We
all retain that power, but lack of use makes it weak Renew your
contact with your own telepathic power right now by
tackling
the Psychic Challenge above, and rediscover your inner baby!
Cloudbusting
On
sunny days in springtime my favourite game is cloudbusting. I focus
on a cloud and will it to dissolve into the blue. Not just to blow
away, but to evaporate, melt, vanish.
The
first time I did this I was a boy, living on a kibbutz in Israel
and missing my mum and dad terribly. I remember the rush of joy
when the cloud disappeared - it was like a promise of better days
to come.
A
couple of years ago a music magazine contacted me to help make the
sun shine on the Glastonbury Festival - famous for its downpours
and quagmires. I spent the whole weekend cloudbusting, and the show
enjoyed scorching summer sunshine!
Maybe
you think it's a mad idea, but have a go. It'll put a smile on your
face!
To
warm up your psychic sense, try my weekly Challenge. I'm astounded
by the accuracy of your responses: last week XX per cent of you
received my telepathic signal correctly.
Stare
at each sign in turn, and hold your hand above them to pick up a
dowser's signal - a sort of warm electric tingling above the correct
symbol. Believe in yourself and the rest will follow naturally.
Relax
Picture
possible: a model looking relaxed - head back, eyes closed, smiling
The
best psychic results are always possible when you are relaxed. I
know that whenever I have allowed tension to get the better of me
- such as during live TV shows when I've felt my reputation was
on the line - sheer nerves have blocked my powers. But when I'm
stretche out in the sunshine, or lounging with friends, I feel invincible.
I
want you to imagine you're outside a restaurant in Rome with the
person you love best in the world. The sun is glorious, the world
is slipping by and you're watching the wonderfully stylish Romans
as they walk hand in hand or zip past on scooters. There's a foaming
capuccino in front of you and money in your pocket. Pure bliss,
marvellous relaxation and alertness.
Telepathy
What
a fascinating puzzle! Week after week my psychic challenge generates
results which are almost impossible, from the point of view of dull
statistics.
On
average, all the symbols we're using ought to be equally popular
among all the Mirror readers who are enthusiastically joining this
experiment. The symbols were designed by parapsychology pioneer
Karl Zener at Duke University, North Carolina, in the Thirties by
the way. They are simple, memorable and totally different from each
other.
Every
week, I stand beside the waterfall and pool in the Japanese garden
behind my home. I've filled the water with thousands of crystals.
Last week the rain stopped for just long enough to let me focus
the experiment at precisely 11am - if it had still been coming down
in buckets, I would have retired to the crystal-shaped conservatory
to convey my telepathic messages to you.
I
hold a copy of the paper in my fist, close my eyes and imagine I
am staring down at all of Britain from space. Over that aerial photograph
I impose this week's symbol, burning it into the landscape.
Telepathy
2
Test
your telepathy with your partner! Strip to your underwear, and kneel
on the floor. Ask him (or her) to bring his palm close to the skin
on your back, without touching you. Close your eyes, and try to
sense the presence of his hand with your skin. Tell him to move
it away and back again.
You
could 'feel' it as feel an amazing, electric tingling. If your partner
moves his hand in a slow circle, you'll sense that too, at the top
of your spine, or the base, or on one side.
Now
swap places; let your partner decide when your hand is close to
him. You could feel a powerful warmth radiating from your palm.
Try lifting both hands above your partner's shoulders - a psychic
massage can be better than yoga.Warning: This game can create deep
feelings of emotional and spiritual intimacy. Which may lead places
...
Telepathy
3
Lots
of you were only too eager to follow my instructions last week and
get your clothes off for some 'naked telepathy'! You sent me mountains
of email, and I'm delighted that so many of you experienced such
dramatic results.
I
know you are a truly psychic bunch, because the response to my challenge
to win an ancient crystal has been phenomenal. But did you know
crystals can actually be 'telepathic'? In fact, any object with
a rich history can be read like a book, when your mind is tuned
in.
This
psychic talent is called psychometry. Why not throw a psychometry
party, and ask all your friends to each bring a valued object, something
with strong sentimental meaning - dad's old watch, gran's brooch,
a school tie.
Pick
up one of these objects, without asking who brought it, and see
what impressions flow through your brain. There's no trick to this
- just be open and responsive, and say honestly what comes to mind.
Your friends may be astonished at how accurately their history unfolds.
Crystals
are energy batteries, and I sometimes get massive telepathic jolts
when I hold them. One of my favourites was given to
me
by the madly eccentric painter Salvador Dali - you have no idea
what pictures that creates!
Telepathy
Imagine
how life would be if you were telepathic. You could sense what your
partner was thinking without having to ask - a great way to increase
your emotional closeness.
And
you could tell when colleagues were trying to butter you up, or
if they were lying to you outright. Best of all, you couldalways
be sure of knowing how loved ones were feeling, even if they were
half a world away.
The
great news is, we are all naturally telepathic, and most of us use
this unique mind-power without even being aware of it. Butlike all
skills, it improves with practice.
I
believe that in 2002 scientists will continue to come up with hard
evidence that human minds can communicate silently with each other
across great distances. In coming weeks in The Mirror, I'll be revealing
mind-blowing techniques to help you boost your telepathic mind-power.
Don't
worry be happy
My
dogs are all worn out, from six mile hikes across the frozen fields
around my home. But please don't imagine I'm trying to walk off
the effects of stage fright. Goodness me, no. Nervous? Moi? Not
at all.
It
just happens that this week I'll be doing my first theatre shows
in a long time, longer than I care to recall. I often do live shows,
of course, at parties or in hospitals - and I'm often to be seen,
doing my stuff on TV. But performing to camera is nothing compared
with standing up on stage before several hundred people and working
with an audience of attentive, often sceptical watchers.
Early
in my career I regularly performed in theatres and nightclubs, and
I'd often throw in some hypnotism to add mystery to the telepathy
and psychokinesis which has come naturally to me since I was a child.
But I gave up the hypnosis long ago - next week I'll tell you why.
These
shows will be different. I believe the key to joy in our everyday
lives lies in positive thinking, and it's this which I want to bring
to audiences around the country on my tour. Positive thinking means
finding the best possible outlook on every situation, which is why
I admit I am relishing the nerves that are jangling as I prepare
my new act.
New
experiences keep us young. Whether it's a holiday to a place we've
never visited before, or a taste of some fresh menu or sport or
challenge, a course of lessons in an unknown language or an armchair
adventure with a great movie or book, we expand our minds with new
experiences.
For
me, the chance to step on a stage and do things, say things, reveal
things which are new will be a rollercoaster experience. My aim
is to suffuse myself in happiness before I walk out before the footlights,
and to let everything brim out of my joy.
Positive
thinking transforms worry into anticipation. It enables the mind
to take control and transforms anxiety into action.
I
keep hearing myself whistle a little song which has almost been
my theme tune since Bobby McFerrin took it into the charts more
than a decade ago: Don't Worry Be Happy.
The
human mind is a powerhouse of energy. When we worry, we're burning
enough energy to light up half a city. By thinking positively, we
can channel that energy into happiness, and enjoy the shock of the
new. I can hardly wait.
Doodle
What's
this? I doodled it, but its meaning is hidden somewhere in my subconscious.
I love to doodle and, since I almost always have a pen in my hand
(unless I'm bending a spoon), I doodle on everything - napkins and
tablecloths, books and newspapers, even walls and tables.
Doodling
expresses emotions which are hard to define in words. It's clear
from this little drawing that I am bursting with energy right now
... but why is that Jewish star at the centre? It's Hanukkah time,
the Jewish festival which overlaps with Christmas, so perhaps I'm
feeling religious.
Or
maybe that's not a Star of David at all: maybe it's me! The doodle
might be saying 'eye' am a star.
And
what about the hearts radiating from every point? There's a heart
inside each one, but five of the hearts are broken. Who are they
for? I think I know ... and I don't think I'm going to tell you.
Doodling
is a great way to reach the secrets in your mind Just relax and
let your pen do the work. Try to disconnect your conscious mind
from your fingers, and be surprised by what your hand traces. Many
psychics believe that, when they slip into a hypnotic or rance state,
other spirits are able to guide them - the words and pictures they
create are known to parapsychologists as 'automatic' writing and
drawing. Let your own spirit be your guide.
You
won't need any skill as a draughtsman to explore this experiment.
Even if your drawings are bad enough to win the Turne Prize, there's
lots to be learned from them. Don't judge your doodle on its artistic
merits - it's the spiritual clues that matter.
Lots
of black, heavy lines usually indicate stress and anger, and plants
and flowers are a common subconscious symbol of the need for growth.
Walls can represent real-life obstacles, and clouds may mean confusion
or simply happiness.
There
are no hard-and-fast rules to what your doodles mean. see them as
a psychic prompt, to give yourself hints from the core of your mind.
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