Telepathy#2

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THE PENNY DROPS!
Phew! we got a little distracted at our last meeting didn't we? We were meant to be discussing telepathy and we ended up on an anti-smoking mission. So lets try again. What do I know about telepathy? Not a lot, but it's an interesting subject - in fact it was through telepathy that I first got involved with Doktir Nairobi and The Different Ones. I had read some books about out of the body experiences and astral projection and of course as a twelve year old, I was itching to give these methods a try.
I must WARN you not to try the following at home -
I lay on my bed and listened to the aeroplanes coming in to land at Ringway airport, the summer night air was warm and the engine sounds seemed to carry a great distance. I could hear a radio playing close by, outside in the street somewhere. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine where the radio was coming from.In my minds eye I could see a gang of big kids playing football in the street, they were using the metal grids in the gutter as goalposts. The first team had three lads dressed in jeans and t-shirts, the other side had four players, one of them was a girl. As I watched the action, the girl's team scored a goal. Five nil, five nil, five nil, five nil! chanted a fat boy who was the stick goalie on the girl's team. Shut it Fatso! shouted one of the first team lads as he kicked the ball past the fat kid and into the path of an on-coming car.
DREAMING?
I looked away, I already knew what would happen next. The car driver would stop and get out of his vehicle and confiscate the big kids ball. I didn't know if I was dreaming or if I had special powers, but it was getting late and I was meant to be sleeping. In fact it was already after midnight and I had school to look forward to in the morning. It wasn't unusual for me to still be awake at this hour - midnight or 'middo' as I called it was pretty much my favorite time. Sometimes, I used to go to the bathroom and have middo washes after everybody else in the house was asleep. Other days, I would read a middo chapter from my library book, or do some middo homework - usually technical drawing that I hadn't finished earlier. But my favorite 'middo' event was telling myself middo stories to send me to sleep. The middo stories always followed a similar pattern - I'll give you an example -
MIDDO STORY
Ok, it's my birthday and my Mum's bought me a brand new racing bike. It's got ten gears and drop handle bars and centre pull brakes. It's the fastest racer in the country, probably the whole world and it's painted red with black mudguards. I've got this dead, dead good chain for it, so no-one can nick it. It's got a combination lock and a second lock that can only be opened with a special key. No-body else in the world's got a key like it because it's made out of a special metal that can't be twisted or sawn. So, even if some whizz-kid figured out the combo, he'd still not be able to steal my racer. Right! And the front wheel has got special quick release nuts on it, so when I park the bike up, I whip off the front wheel and chain it with the back wheel through the frame...
THE MIDDO STORY
The middo story continues in this vein for some time, the bike gets better and better and me riding it in competitions and winning them and everything I do turns to gold! The story always ends with me falling asleep or when I reach the realisation point that having this great machine and all the gadgets and basking in all the reflected glory - isn't what I'm really looking for at all!
THE END
Once I reach the realisation point, the middo story ends. When this happens I always used to say: And That's The End of The Story! And That's The End of The Story! I used to repeat this phrase over and over again until I fell asleep. Of course we didn't have a television in those days!
SPECIAL POWERS?
So, was I dreaming or did I now possess special powers after reading Astral Projection for Begginers! ? I'm sure I wasn't dreaming because I felt uncomfortable, sweaty, it was a warm night. I went over to my window and raised the bottom sash, a cold rush of air sent me diving back under my blanket. It was way after midnight by now and I couldn't hear the big kids playing football in the street and my temporary extra-vision had for some reason ceased. I lay on my back and folded the pillow under my head. I screwed up my eyes and concentrated on the image of the dark and empty street outside. But it didn't happen, I couldn't find it in my imagination. Strangely, I could still hear the radio playing, for some reason I had associated it with the big kids. But they would have gone home by now, surely. So, who was playing a radio at this hour?
RODGER WHO?
I drifted into semi sleep, a kind of cat napping, every time a plane came in to land I stirred. It was a plane landing that made me realise that the radio I could hear wasn't somebodies portable tranny outside. No, it was the pilot's that I could hear, talking to the air-traffic control. Hello! Can you hear me? I ventured, hoping that the pilot of the plane that was now making its descent onto the Ringway runway would answer me back. "Landed, Rodger, over and out!" I thought I heard the pilot say. My name's not Rodger! I shouted from my bedroom. Hello, mister pilot? are you still there? come in mister pilot of the Manchester bound plane! I pleaded. But, all to no avail. Perhaps I've not got special powers after all, I told myself as I drifted back to sleep.
THERE'S MORE...
Now, earlier I gave you a warning about trying my methods at home. First of all I am not trying to sell you anything, the Nairobic philosophy is: 'If I've got it - you can have it!' And I've always stuck to that in the past and I'm not about to change my tune now. So, just for the record, if anybody contacts you and asks you to send them money on my behalf - ignore them and keep it in your pocket, or better still, give it to charity. I tell you this because there are many sharks out there who only have one mission in this life and that is to make money. Important as money is there are many much more important things for us to achieve in life. If we are secure in our understanding of time versus eternity money like any other securities will find their own ways to us. I will share more about this kind of understanding when I speak about The Nairobic Mindset at a later date.
WARNING!
How scary is this story getting? Are you sitting comfortably? You won't be in a few seconds!
"Andy, it's time to get up!" I could hear my Grandma (Nannin) shouting to me through the thin partition wall. "Come on Andy, you'll be late!" she persisted. I heard her retreat down the corridor and make her way down the stairs. When she reached the bottom she shouted back up to me. "Andy, it's half past nine already!" What? nine thirty? I'm late for school! I hated being late for anything and to this day I still do. I jumped out of bed and dressed hurridly stopping to use the bathroom briefly before rushing downstairs to the kitchen. What time is it? I asked. And everybody laughed. I wasn't sure what they were all laughing about until Nannin asked me why I was wearing my school uniform on a Sunday?
NEWS
I went outside in the street and guess who was there? The big kids from last nights dream. Was it really a dream or were they actually there? "Were you playing last night?" I asked the fat kid.
"Yeah," he replied, "we hammered them lot five, one!"
Phew! I thought to myself, maybe I have got special powers after all.
"Did yer 'ear about that plane crash?" Fatso asked me.
"'Plane crash, No! Where was that then?"
"Just down the road at Stockport! My dad said he heard it come down!"
"Stockport? are you sure? what time was that at then?"
"I dunno, just after nine o clock or summat, I think! D'yer wanna game? yer can play on our side, 'cos Val's not 'ere this morning."
I didn't answer him, instead I ran back inside the house and made a hasty retreat to the sanctuary of my bedroom. 'Flaming Nora! What the Eccles cakes have I done?' A plane crash and it's all my fault, I was the one who distracted the pilot as he came in to land. I lay on the bed sobbing, I remember wondering if anybody had died? Eventually I went downstairs and turned on the radio...
It was a long time before I dabbled with telepathy again!