Hi all,
One of you here said to me: "Get a life..." Well, I do have one. My house, my wife, my four kids and my work, to which I dedicate an average of fourteen hours a day. The reason I say this is because it is practically impossible to keep up with all the posts made and all the questions posed here. It is also for this same reason that I am not going to start off new threads on each individual issue. It would just simply be impossible to keep up.
I made no claim that I am capable of predicting numbers. I also made no mention of the story I wrote and published, nor was this my purpose in coming here, so whoever said he/she was angry at me for doing so is angry at me for no reason.
I appreciate your more recent replies. To answer the question as to what it would take for me to believe that there is no such thing as a psychic, I would have to say that the degree of difficulty is about the same as your believing that there is. No problem there, as far as I can see. We can certainly debate issues and even perhaps become friends despite our differences in belief.
One nice little detail that I did not mention during the Ouija session was that I asked "Luiz Felipe" if he would like to listen to some music, to which the reply was "yes", and when I asked which song he would like to hear the glass spelled out "Hair of the dog".
"I have that record!" I said, and when I went to the record-player (boy, I'm getting old) the record that was there was precisely the album by Nazareth (for those here old enough to remember

) with the side that had this song turned upwards.
I have not lied in my account. I honestly have no reason to. Neither did I clam to have supernatural memory. My memory is as selective and certainly fallible as anybody else's.
For the record, these are the opening paragraphs of the story I wrote, which I hoped would pretty much sum up the purpose and reason as to why I wrote it:
"Whether those who will read what is written within these pages might consider me a liar or a fool, or perhaps even insane, I would willingly swear upon God’s name that all the events described herein truly happened, regardless if those who choose to live in disbelief may wish to think otherwise or not.
Quite certainly most will not believe in these events. Many will shun them, some might even attempt to ridicule them, and in our eternal disbelief yet others will disregard them believing in the scientific knowledge of their own scepticism or in the blind interpretation of the dogmas and doctrines of their own religious faith.
But in the comfort of knowing, however, that at least some will understand, the best that I can do is to tell of these events such as they happened, and let each draw one’s own conclusions as one may.
What is contained within this story is no reason for pride to me, but has rather far more often been the source of deep sadness and regrets, although the knowledge of what it holds, for the comfort it has so often brought me, has helped to carry me through some of the hardest of times.
I do not write it for personal or political interests, though for reasons that will become clear I do aspire to see Scotland an independent and sovereign nation once again. It is also not written with the objective of convincing, but of sharing. Not of imposing, but as a theological point for pondering and reflection. It is certainly not written with the purpose of confrontation, but to demonstrate that all things are possible, and that perhaps all lines of religion and science, of faith and reason, could possibly be referring to the same fundamental truths.
The historical significance of what is contained within this story, rather than a factor that might help to evidence it, will on the contrary most probably be used as an argument against it. Were it the story of a simple peasant in 18th century Scotland and perhaps more might pause to ponder and perhaps give it credit. In truth, the only advantage of its historical importance is in the fact that it is so well documented, which makes the research into these past events easier to follow and their associations easier to understand.
Let it be read then simply as the story that it is intended to be, and as an homage to the ancestors who lived through these events, for who knows if your own personal story might not be contained within these pages too? "
My regards to all of you.
Charles