I moved from Tasmania to Esperance Western Australia. A distance of over 4000km/2500miles.
After several months I had a small group of friends. One day, with little to do we decided to have a seance.
All set up, inane questions were asked. My question was, "Do you know my father" (He had died two years earlier)
My father's full name was spelled out - Cecil Kenneth G...
I was fascinated. How could this be? I had never mentioned my father to anyone.
Further into the seance we asked what is your name? The reply was Adam Ant.
Then the really astonishing thing happened.
Unprompted "Kill Tony" was spelled out. Tony was one of the participants.
This occurred three times in succession and Tony was getting rather upset.
Suddenly, the glass shot across the table and slammed into Tony's chest with an audible thud.
Tony squealed, jumping up from his seat and picked the glass up off the floor, ran outside and smashed the glass on the ground.
A true event.
Far from being afraid, I was fascinated. After a few hours I became perturbed because I began to doubt all I thought I knew about death.
Thinking "What if there is something we do not know about? Does this mean I am going to come face to face with all my tormentors over my life"?
I was really upset at that prospect for a number of days until I put it out of my mind.
