Who knew that Hepworth and Ellen were such globe trotters?
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And I thought they were agnostic rationalists?
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There is such a thing as reincarnation
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I remember watching a BBC? Doc about a kid in India who had a birthmark on his temple. He lived in a secluded village but insisted that he used to own a radio shop and had a family of his own. Turns out he did and the birthmark was exactly where he had been shot and killed. 😮
I’m looking for traction on this one. Who’s got an otherworldly tale to tell?
I’ve got two.
Do tell. Mine: I am the re-incarnation of both Mark Antony and Cleopatra. So I know what it feels to fuck myself. Yeah really.
That must be why they call you ‘BigJimBob’.
I’ve got a spooky and a spiritual. Which do you want to hear first?
Spooky.
I’m nineteen. I’ve got a job that starts at 2 in the morning. I also live in an historical town with ruins that have cemeteries. I walk to work. The streets are mostly deserted and naturally most inhabitants are asleep….
Spiritual.
I’m eighteen going on nineteen. I’ve been reading about UFO abductions which has led to a fascination with the afterlife. I attend a seance on my nineteenth birthday in a well lit hotel lounge in the presence of at least fifty other people. The guest ‘Mediums’ are from the width and breadth of the country. I’ve never laid eyes on them before and them never on me…
Tell this one first. If there were witnesses to whatever happened next, that makes me instantly more curious. The floor is yours…..
It was my nineteenth birthday day. I had been invited by my brother’s girlfriend. We sat together and waited. Me quite skeptically. The Mediums did their thing with the other attendees and then right out of the blue I started to feel an enveloping field of energy. Top to bottom I felt like that old readybrek commercial where you can see the glow. That’s what it felt like…
At once one of the Mediums started scouring the audience searching desperately with her eyes and gesticulating hands until in an instance, settling on me. I knew it was me. I had the aura tingling all over.
I stood up instinctively.
“Happy Birthday” she said.
Now I was holding back emotion but the far corners of my eyes were leaking a little. I knew I had to hold myself steady and I did.
My mind started racing. How could this woman know that today was my birthday?
Then as if reading my mind to reassure me that this was indeed real she said ‘You bought a new pair of shoes today. Black suede’.
How could she know that? She might have noticed as I walked in that they looked New and then might’ve just run with it but then she cut my mind clear by saying “drummer boy”
Station break
i want the UFO one please.