In December 2013, I bought myself a pendulum off eBay.
What possessed me to do it was a Facebook post on a “spiritual, not religious” group that I’d just founded. It didn’t go far, because I got instantly distracted to this day. One of the introduction posts read: “I read the Tarot and use a pendulum.” I knew what Tarot was (and “knew” I couldn’t read them), but I’d never heard of a pendulum. The word seemed glowing on the screen, even though it was written just the same as the rest of the text.
I started writing a reply: “Welcome, what’s a pendulum?!” Then, I realized it would take this person at least 5 minutes to answer, and I didn’t have that kind of time – I was in a rush to find out what it was, I NEEDED TO KNOW NOW, so I googled it instead. I found out it was basically a pointy rock on a string that you use to communicate with the other side. I had to have one.
I don’t think I ever answered that introduction, it’s just that… Whoever wrote that post changed my life, lol.
The pendulum arrived in the mail on the 7th of January 2012, after the post offices opened after the Christmas and New Year season. At first, it didn’t do anything. It just hung on a string as you’d expect a pointy rock to do. I was told, during the two weeks Googling sessions that I used to study the use of these things while waiting for the mail to arrive, that they can do that – not move – and that they need to be “calibrated to your spirit” so that a wedding ring and personal jewellery was sometimes a good substitute for a pendulum as they were always on you. So I gave it a little longer, I kept it in my pocket for a couple of hours, and tried again. Nothing.
Then, at a little past five in the afternoon, I had a private moment, so I tried it again. “Show me ‘yes’.” The pendulum started shaking in the chain, trembling, really, then it took a wild swing clockwise and continued swinging. I stared at it in disbelief. It was not possible, it actually worked! My jaw dropped, for the first and so far the last time in my life. I suspect it might keep dropping again, I may have to strap it onto my skull, but I digress.
I say I became psychic on January 7th, a little after 5.
It is not entirely true, on hindsight, I’ve had experiences that put me in the mildly psychic category, but I never even thought those things were “psychic”. Maybe we all have experiences we don’t notice as being out of the realm of science in the strictest sense of the word, at the time. I do believe we are all a little psychic, even if we’re not fully aware of it.
From that day on, I began studying the psychic field between people. Our connection. And countless people were dragged in, by me knowingly or semi-accidentally into the conversation, if they in any way left a mark in my memory, from social media posts to movies, from ads in magazines I read on the toilet – I deliberately stopped reading magazines on the toilet but wound up swapping for a smart phone, dumbly – but these people were somewhat randomly dragged in, by the scruff of their necks if you will. And… They couldn’t leave.
I had the actual Harry Houdini trying to help some of them “escape,” but many of them wound up being dragged back in, but he indeed found a way out and now comes and goes as he pleases.
By the next year, I no longer needed the pendulum to keep the connection open, and indeed, there was no way to close it. I had completely lost my privacy. I did everything in front of everyone I’d ever heard of and let me tell you I did a good load of screaming like a wild banchee for some of them, my mom most of all, to fuck off. They had a comment on everything I did… Ugh. Still, I kept one half as a safety collateral as I tried to convince a few old frenemies to go – I felt that if these people are allowed in my “private” cicles, they’ll think they’re allowed to stay where everyone else has to go, so I couldn’t let the “public” go. They were my safeguard.
Some of them had an instinct that I needed them, and I had an instinct that I needed them for nothing but to leave. No matter how much I yelled, they buckled down and took it, refusing to budge – and I am still not entirely convinced I am grateful, but indeed I needed them to show me what blind love does – in good and in bad. Is all well that ends well? No, I don’t think so, but that, too, is well in the end. Life is a constant if but then maybe yes no.
This was far from a beautiful affair all and all, but there was always beauty in it. I couldn’t stop laughing and grinning at the jokes we shared, and I must have looked half insane… Hmph… walking up and down the streets of Hobart, while having conversations with everyone who has ever done anything of even remote noteworthiness – the stories I could and will share!
Still, they couldn’t tell me much. Only information lost in history if I had thought to ask. If someone had written about it somewhere, I wouldn’t be able to ask for that knowledge. I know who Mona Lisa is, neener neener neener… I know why pirates wore eye patches… And I know an Amazon cayman who knows the name Jesus. (Guess there was a time he thought it was his name. Maybe it should be. ;p)
But the reason why they were here was not to just reminisce on historical events or to help ghosts cross over to the other side. What they were doing here was to give me an example of all manner of thinking, all types of ways to go about this thing called life. They were all here to state their case for what I was working on. I’d write a text, and there’s someone either trying to take advantage of my wording or imparting their note: “Don’t forget me/us.”
My work isn’t finished, but I will have to get going. There are things left to do that I cannot finish alone without my True Emotion Mirrors and Precious Soulmates with me (also, my brain is exploding), so I’ll have to let my spirit companions go for now. (There’s something I need a little privacy for up ahead. ;p)
I write this post to close a chapter in my life, the last 13 years, that I isolated without even noticing it, barely moving from my bedroom or my sofa, always writing or thinking of writing… (OK, test it, and you’ll find I wrote maybe an hour a day, but… it was always there. A thought brewing, something.) I’ve stayed away from all my friends, some of them still maybe such, I haven’t been home since 2016, nearly a decade, but I got most of it done:
In 2010 or so, I summarized the drive of my life as “to understand everything.” I don’t, yet, but I’ve gotten to a point where I can confidently say I’ve satisfied most of my curiosity and feel it’s safe to move to the next phase.
I hope this post won’t make me a fool as I wake up tomorrow just as ‘ghost famous’ as I am now, lol. (Character flaw, I think, always doubting!)
We’ll find you all who need a party, in one incarnation or another. We’ll have a blast. Or a fist fight. We’ll see. 😀