The Next Thing

DSC_0259After work today, I decided to take the long way home. As I drove a fluorescent yellow sign that said, “Garage Sale” came into view. Since I made some money and still had it in my pocket, I decided to follow the signs and see what I could find.

When I got out of my truck and wondered under the carport where a few tables were set up, nothing caught my eye at first. I looked at the old coats that were hanging on a makeshift rack and the pieces of horse tack that lie on the edge of a sparsely covered table. Nothing caught my fancy.

After I perused what I thought was everything they had to offer, I spied some knick knacks that were off to the side. A turquoise and silver necklace caught my eye but didn’t keep my attention. Then I saw a small piece of china about the size of a sugar bowl. It had a repeating oriental scene with some flowers in between. I didn’t even check it for cracks or chips, it just felt like what I was looking for. I gave the woman who was running the sale a dollar and thanked her. She only wanted fifty cents for it but I insisted it was worth every penny to me.

I took it home and cleaned it up with some steel wool. An unidentifiable substance had built up around the upper rim and made it unsightly. There is a stamp on the bottom that says “Made in China” in English and some words in Chinese directly below it. Now comes the fun part. I get to see what this little Asian bowl tells me…


I see a wooden shelf, long, made of a single plank. It’s not painted and looks a bit shotty. There are many bowls on this shelf, arranged in order. It’s in a small shop. A short Asian woman picks out the bowl and the shopkeeper wraps it in brown paper. She pays for it with strange looking money. The bills are large and there is a face printed on them, in the center. “China Town” comes as words.

Next, I see the bowl in a hutch, behind a glass door.  It is displayed with other nice things, some plates and silver spoons. It has a shallow domed lid and is part of a tea set. (I can’t see the whole set) “40’s or 50’s” comes as words. A dark haired woman from Jerico (NY) owns it.


I learned something about what I do from this little bowl. I didn’t get much on it and after I did my original reading and typed out most of this post, I tried again to see if I could get a little more but it didn’t feel the same. After I tried to research it I became acquainted with it. Once I was acquainted with it, my connection to it became stronger than the past connection I tapped into, overpowered it in a sense. My thread became stronger than the previous one. That’s how I interpret it anyway…

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The Door Knob

DSC_0234.JPG door knobI picked up an old door knob from a garage sale for seventy-five cents. let’s see what it tells me…

I see a narrow hallway and a six-panel door. Two of the panels are long, half the height of the door. (it’s painted white) A building from the outside and the words First Ave. Two children, a boy and a girl. They are dressed funny. The boy has his hair slicked back and the girl is wearing a dress like on Little House on the Prairie. A man puts his hat and overcoat on a coat tree. The walls are plaster, the words Parlor Door. The girl’s dress is billowy, one piece and her hair is long and straight.

A closet, it’s small with thick metal hangers that seem to be to heavy, not like hangers today. On the floor is a pair of thick, black leather shoes for a child, they look stiff.


Ok, I looked up the door, six panel with two long panels on top. I also looked up the knob. Found the exact same one, an antique. It’s bronze and was made in 1890. The door was in style back then.  The coat hangers in 1890 were like I saw, made of thick, heavy metal compared to today. Couldn’t find the exact shoes.

The Touch

Psychometry works on live people as well as objects. I found this out the same way I find everything else out, I tried it. On my way home from a job I made some money on, the thought occurred to me that I should tithe ten percent of what I made. Thought’s of idiots giving millions to a church that does nothing with it but build more churches wormed through my brain and left a bad taste in my mouth. I knew I was supposed to give it to someone in need. I decided to stop at a store that I don’t visit often. As I turned into the parking lot I saw a man holding a sign, asking for help. That’s my life, things always happen that way. “There he is,” I said aloud to myself. After I took care of my shopping, I made sure to exit the parking lot so as to drive close to him. I rolled down the passenger window and waved him over as I rolled to stop. I can spot a charlatan a mile away, this guy was really in need. When he walked over to the window I extended my hand and asked him his name. “Alen,” he replied as I shook his hand. “Here’s twenty bucks, get yourself something to eat.”

“Ah, really, thanks, man,” he said as he took the bill from my hand. As I drove away, this feeling of sadness washed over me. It came from Allen, that’s what he felt. I just get to sample it by touch. Add one more thing to the list of crazy shit I can do…

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(I’m going to deviate a bit from my intended use of the site. This piece describes how it feels on the other side)

 

What is the big picture? To understand the how and why of it all maybe. To see things from the outside, from a point of view where you remove your ego from the equation. Is that what we strive for, how long does it take to get there? How many years do we have to play the game before you get a chance to be the dealer and see things from the other side of the table? Once you are handed the deck there is no way back to ignorance, you can’t un-know the truth. You can’t hide from it at the bottom of a bottle. If you tried, it would always be there, staring you in the face when you sobered up.

 

Walk through a group of people. Who they are or why they’ve gathered doesn’t matter, just look at and listen to everyone you can. Does anyone there know the truth? Can any of them see what you see or feel what you feel? Focus on just one person in this group. Young or old, black or white, male or female, rich or poor, none of that matters. Just focus on one and before long they’ll become translucent, wrapped up in the life they’ve created for themselves and insulated from the truth, from the big picture.

 

Why it is so scary that most of the world hides from the truth, fears it, ignores what’s right in front of them? There is so much here, so much to this life, yet I only ever find those who are looking, seeking, yearning to see what isn’t hidden. I’d give anyone a hand up here if only I could find someone who wasn’t afraid to let go of the thread that tethers them to the world of the seen.

 

I’ve heard people lie, say that they are here with me, looking at the big picture. At first, I want to believe them. I listen to them and soak up every word they speak, eager to have found someone else who’s evolved, transcended the world of the mundane. I listen, waiting for a word or sign that would show me that they could see what I see. I have faith in them and give my full attention, but as I listen their image fades and their facade crumbles before my eyes. Like everyone else, they become invisible to me, just another empty shell who walks around in a half-conscious daze trying to navigate the maze of life like so many others. In my eyes, no one can hide and the truth always be known…

 

 

 

Item #2

I have a friend, she’s in her late eighties. She asked me to fix a container she kept on her dresser. It was an antique that she’d had for many years and she wanted it cleaned up and painted with glossy gold paint. The brass of it’s intricate top and lead that made up the figures, angles I think, that formed the legs had faded. I took the piece home and cleaned it the best I could, took it apart and painted each piece. The lid was about six inches around with a lip at the edge about a half inch long. Inside was a smooth glass bowl and the base was like a fine lattice, three inches high, and you could see the glass through it. Four little lead figures made up the legs.

I didn’t know what it’s original purpose was when I started on it. I believe she kept trinkets or knick knacks inside. After I had done the work to it and the paint had dried, I decided to do psychometry on it and see what I could come up with. I held it in both hands and got into the zone. As the images came to me, I wrote each one down verbatim. On thing I learned about doing this is that you have to turn off your judgement, you can’t filter what you get through your brain. I just call it exactly like I see or hear it. Sometimes the images I get are followed or preceded by words. So here it is, exactly as I saw it.


This item sat on a small dresser with a narrow white cloth beneath it.The cloth was long and hungover the sides of this dresser and had lace or doily looking edges. The dresser was not square or rectangle, the front of it curved in and out like the top of a heart. The legs had carved feet, sort of fluted, at the bottom.

This item sat off to one side of the top of the dresser. In the center sat a hair brush with a gold handle, boxy and square looking. There were also some hairpins on this table. The color of the wood the drawers were made of was golden maple fading from dark to light. Smooth scrolling on the edges but nothing of the face of the drawers. Alongside the drawers was vertical fluting that went down to form the legs and feet. I run my hand along the surface of the drawers, the wood is hard and smooth. The pulls on the drawer look brass, shaped like an elongated bell or tastle.

This piece of furniture has an ornate mirror mounted to it, oval, sitting vertically. The frame has scrolling around the edge and the mirror is thick with beveled edged glass. There is a picture of a man tucked into the bottom edge of the frame. He’s wearing a dark suit and a bowler hat. The photo is black and white with a whitish background. The man has a thick, dark mustache that looks too big for his face. There is also a short pencil with no eraser or markings on it, like it went to a board game, sitting on this piece of furniture.

The room has smooth plaster walls and a single door. The floorboards creak, the door knob is glass, shiney and new looking. There is a skeleton key in the lock. Buttonhook shoes, arranged neatly. A wardrobe of chifferobe with big wooden hangers inside. The woman that lives here is nineteen years old. The man in the picture is much older than her, maybe her father. There are long hat pins on this table, next to the hairpins.

At the end of the room is a sash window painted white. White lacey curtains on the window, not sheer, but heavy. Wool bedsheet, small rug in front of the bed. Metal frame headboard.

This item is full of powder, like talc. A puffer with a wooden knob in the center, fluffy on the edges with a cloth circle in the center, delicate looking. Red and blue, like needlepoint on the edges of the curtains. Chamber pot and wash basin, bloody rags in the chamber pot. A small chair with a stuffed animal sitting on it. Oval rug in the center of the room. An old woman lives in this house too. She’s wearing a billowy cotton muslin nightshirt.


It jumps around from place to place a bit, but that’s how I get it. Not always in order. That’s psychometry, I pick up an object and read it. I had no idea that the item I was holding was a powder bowl until after the fact. Cool…

Seeing without eyes.

I do, almost every day…

Definition of psychometry              

  1. 1:  divination of facts concerning an object or its owner through contact with or proximity to the object.         Merriam-Webster

“Psychometry is a psychic ability in which a person can sense or “read” the history of an object by touching it. Such a person can receive impressions from an object by holding it in his/her hands or, perhaps, touching it to the forehead. Such impressions can be perceived as images, sounds, smells, tastes – even emotions.”       Stephen Wagner 

“2. The alleged art or faculty of divining facts concerning an object or person associated with it, by contact with or proximity to the object.”   Dictionary.com

“Psychometry (from Greek: ψυχή, psukhē, “spirit, soul” and μέτρον, metron, “measure”), also known as token-object reading, or psychoscopy, is a form of extrasensory perception characterized by the claimed ability to make relevant associations from an object of unknown history by making physical contact with that object.  Supporters assert that an object may have an energy field that transfers knowledge regarding that object’s history. There is no scientific evidence that psychometry exists and the concept has been widely criticized.”   Wikipedia

“1The supposed ability to discover facts about an event or person by touching inanimate objects associated with them.” Oxford Living Dictionaries

“psychometry 1 the supposed divination of facts about events, people, etc., from inanimate objects associated with them. ”   Oxford American Dictionary

“psy·chom·e·try
the hypothesized ability to obtain knowledge about an object, or about a person connected with it, through contact with the object” Your Dictionary

“2. (in parapsychology) the supposed ability to deduce facts about events by touching objects related to them” collinsdictionary.com

“1.The paranormal ability to discover information about an object’s past, and especially about its past owners, merely by handling it.” Wiktionary

“Psychometry may refer to: ▪ Psychometry, a form of extrasensory perception ▪”                                englishdictionary.education


I found these definitions in books and on the internet. Six of them are opinion, using words like supposed or hypothesized, the rest are accurate. I can, beyond the shadow of a doubt, prove the six wrong. Experience supersedes belief. My experiences have changed my beliefs from somewhat scattered to firm and immovable. I, and how do I say this without sounding pius, perform, practice, can do, am skilled in, learned how to use this ability. Psychometry is a word that describes an action, a skill, like carpentry or tailor. If words only hold credence because they have scientific evidence , we need to take love out of the dictionary. (along with many others)

Enough description, let me share an experience with you. In fact, let me share my first psychometry experience with you. How I got to the point that I have this ability is a story for another day. Suffice it to say the road to where I stand today was steep, long and winding with no signs or arrows to show me the way. I attended the psychic fair in Phoenix this spring. There were several lectures throughout the day and I planned to attend as many as possible. Since there were overlapping lectures in the same time block, I had to choose between two. Neither description grabbed me so I just walked into the closest conference room and took a seat along the aisle, four rows from the front.

The speaker was a woman who performed Reiki, amongst other things. During her talk I learned that one of the things she does is to assist in missing person cases. She uses her abilities to help families to find their missing loved ones. This intrigued me, so I listened to every word she said and asked as many questions as I could muster. About three quarters of the way through her talk, she asked if anyone in the room knew what psychometry was. I, at that moment, did not. She explained what the word meant and told us (there were about fifteen people in the room) that she had asked a few people to bring an item with them that would be read in front of the audience.

(A little side note here, I’m already a gifted psychic and have spent a lot of time looking for missing people. This blog is to tell people about psychometry, but it’s hard to separate one from the other)  

Then, to my surprise, she asked for a volunteer to try reading an item. Since I already walked into a room, by chance, with a woman giving a lecture about her own experiences finding missing persons (which is right up my alley) I raised my hand. Two rows ahead of me, across the aisle, a woman with dark hair turned and reached toward me with an item in her hand. I never looked at the item nor did I look her in the face. I simply took it, leaned forward in my chair with my elbows on my knees and got into the zone.

As the images came to me in succession I spoke aloud what I saw in each. The first was a clear view, as if I were lying on the floor, of a dark brown wooden dais. I saw the bull nose edging, it was only six or seven inches above the main floor. The next thing I saw was a pulpit, to my left, the same dark color as the floor. My vantage point was the same so I was looking up at it from the side. Behind it I saw a figure, shrouded in white and gold, tall and bearded. The next thing I described was a window or a door with a gothic arch at the top. Also made of wood. There was either a cross or a plus sign shaped opening in this door shuttered window.

That was it, I was drained at that point. I told the audience that there was more but I had spent my energy for the moment. I handed the item back to the woman and again I didn’t look at her face. Everyone was amazed when the woman told the audience that the item she had brought with her, a brass envelope opener in the shape of a double edged knife, belonged to her grandfather. He had been a carpenter and built many churches in his day. I don’t get attached to anything I see though I can obviously remember it all. After the lecture the woman came up to me and wanted to know how I did it. How I could get so much information just by touching an object. I gave her the best explanation I could, which was probably lacking at best. She thanked me and we parted ways. I had to sit in my chair for a few minutes after I finished. It is a draining task to accomplish as I found out that day.

What are the real world applications of this skill, what good is it to be able to discern information from a material object? I suppose it could be used to solve a crime or catch a bad guy. When I find missing people I haven’t used this particular skill, but I’m sure it would compliment the process I use. I haven’t gotten that far yet.I must add that this is all fact, I didn’t adlib any of it and I’d take a lie detector test any day of the week. It can absolutely be done, no doubt.