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"Indeed I am, actually since my young age"
I answered and the she said.
"Give me something personal of yours,“
I took the signet ring that I had had worn for years off my finger.
She took the ring and asked:
„And what would you like to know?“
Despite my tendency toward spiritual things, I wanted to be sure that it is was not a matter of “hocus pocus”. So I asked her a few questions that concerned episodes and persons from my earlier life-which she could not have a clue about: about an accident that happened way back and the people involved in it, my friends Johnny’s illness, my uncle, and a lot of other stuff, things which only I knew about, Shiva, Dagmar and a lot of other intimate things, deeply buried in my sub-consciousness. She closed her eyes, and the words came quietly and definite. In every case she gave answers that correlate in surprising detail with the events and our consequences. She told me that Rachel was not my daughter but the offspring of one of my closest kinship, well that she could have heard of Des, though he new nothing more, than I had a daughter, as I kept my own knowledge to myself and then she said I would have another child from a woman, that I met a long time ago, but that I was not ware of that.
I was though as baffled. Indeed I had met a girl during my time at University - a friend of Karin, who one day spoke confessed to me, that she was pregnant and I sent her callously away with the words:
"Then go and get an abortion"
I never saw her again.
The medium Daphne through applied telepathy could follow the paths and memories in my head and transfer them to the present and articulate them. The time and place of the events did not matter. This proved my believe that thoughts were free, that....
...We had no control over them. They seek articulation through speech and writing, they visit us and use our brain as a resting place on their journey through conscious being. We had no part in their generation and they did not belong to us, they used our brain merely as the chemical transformer of a higher power, which one might call the collective memory of the universe.“
So I said to her:
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