What's up guys,
I just had a really weird experience and I just wanted to share it with you guys. Hopefully you'll take something from it; and if not, at least you'll have heard an interesting story. But I will tell you now that the moral of the story is in the title. In effect: weird **** happens sometimes. And I have no idea why, or how, but it was really weird. Please note that names of people and places have been changed, just cause I felt like it. And because guys who know me in real life check this forum too
Some of you may know that I work as a mentalist. For the past hour or so I've been on the phone with a friend of mine; I've only known her for a few months, but she's quickly becoming one of my best friends. Despite this, I have not as of yet been to her house. Let's call her Amelie. And the only important thing you guys need to know is that I know nothing about her house, except that she lives in a suburb - let's call it Maven. So she lives in Maven, and that's all I know.
Whilst on the phone with her just now, we were talking about various things, and I ended up performing a mentalism effect over the phone, whereby I divined several things. Firstly, I divined that her house overlooked the water. I divined that her house was made mostly of glass - that it had a high glass facade on the side overlooking the water. I then divined that she had a small wharf at the back of her house that extended out into the water. I divined that her house was on a cliff face, and that there were trees around her place. I divined that she lived next to a bridge. I also divined that, prior to her living in that house specific house, that is, prior to her current house's existence, there was an older house on that same piece of land (later demolished to build the current residence), which I described with reasonable accuracy, and finally that there were photos of said house still in existence and in her personal possession.
All this was done with absolutely zero prior knowledge of her place. No cold reading techniques. No reading techniques at all. Nothing arranged. No magical pixie dust. No miniature Banacheks in my pocket.
How then did I do this most remarkable of miracles? I will reveal all in a moment, my dear.
Now, prior to this, Amelie knew that I was a mentalist because it had come up in conversation with myself. However, in our 3 months of so of knowing each other, I've never actually had the chance to perform for her; our time was better spent simply hanging out with each other and our friends through whom we met. So before tonight, I'd never performed anything.
And, having the chance to perform this effect tonight, I don't think I will perform for her in a very, very, very long time.
Why?
I don't think that anything I could ever do would begin to top this.
There was simply no way I could've known all those details.
That's magic.
Please, take a moment to digest everything that I've just said. It's all true, every word. This is not an exercise in self-indulgence; rather, I hope you realise, or at the very least can imagine, if not empathise with, this amazing moment of magic. How Amelie, sitting in her room in Maven, must have felt, faced with something this impossible.
I will say now that you will, most likely, not be able to replicate this effect, though I will describe the method in full.
But I hope that all of you who read this understand that this is what magic can achieve. The silence with which she treated me at the conclusion of the performance drowns out other reactions. Forget about people screaming "What the ****?!" Forget about people running around. Forget about people dropping things or jumping into the pool or the entire room going off.
That's child's play.
It's been said amongst several professionals that the most visceral reactions are easy to obtain. It's true. This is on a completely different level. So before I progress any further, please stop for a moment again to reflect on magic. Reflect on this situation, reflect on your magic. What magic can be. How powerful magic can be. How special it is. This is the experience of magic. I cannot express it any better than that.
Back so soon? Keep reflecting.
No, not yet.
Sigh. Fine. I guess I'll have to trust you guys. Last chance.
I just had a really weird experience and I just wanted to share it with you guys. Hopefully you'll take something from it; and if not, at least you'll have heard an interesting story. But I will tell you now that the moral of the story is in the title. In effect: weird **** happens sometimes. And I have no idea why, or how, but it was really weird. Please note that names of people and places have been changed, just cause I felt like it. And because guys who know me in real life check this forum too
Some of you may know that I work as a mentalist. For the past hour or so I've been on the phone with a friend of mine; I've only known her for a few months, but she's quickly becoming one of my best friends. Despite this, I have not as of yet been to her house. Let's call her Amelie. And the only important thing you guys need to know is that I know nothing about her house, except that she lives in a suburb - let's call it Maven. So she lives in Maven, and that's all I know.
Whilst on the phone with her just now, we were talking about various things, and I ended up performing a mentalism effect over the phone, whereby I divined several things. Firstly, I divined that her house overlooked the water. I divined that her house was made mostly of glass - that it had a high glass facade on the side overlooking the water. I then divined that she had a small wharf at the back of her house that extended out into the water. I divined that her house was on a cliff face, and that there were trees around her place. I divined that she lived next to a bridge. I also divined that, prior to her living in that house specific house, that is, prior to her current house's existence, there was an older house on that same piece of land (later demolished to build the current residence), which I described with reasonable accuracy, and finally that there were photos of said house still in existence and in her personal possession.
All this was done with absolutely zero prior knowledge of her place. No cold reading techniques. No reading techniques at all. Nothing arranged. No magical pixie dust. No miniature Banacheks in my pocket.
How then did I do this most remarkable of miracles? I will reveal all in a moment, my dear.
Now, prior to this, Amelie knew that I was a mentalist because it had come up in conversation with myself. However, in our 3 months of so of knowing each other, I've never actually had the chance to perform for her; our time was better spent simply hanging out with each other and our friends through whom we met. So before tonight, I'd never performed anything.
And, having the chance to perform this effect tonight, I don't think I will perform for her in a very, very, very long time.
Why?
I don't think that anything I could ever do would begin to top this.
There was simply no way I could've known all those details.
That's magic.
Please, take a moment to digest everything that I've just said. It's all true, every word. This is not an exercise in self-indulgence; rather, I hope you realise, or at the very least can imagine, if not empathise with, this amazing moment of magic. How Amelie, sitting in her room in Maven, must have felt, faced with something this impossible.
I will say now that you will, most likely, not be able to replicate this effect, though I will describe the method in full.
But I hope that all of you who read this understand that this is what magic can achieve. The silence with which she treated me at the conclusion of the performance drowns out other reactions. Forget about people screaming "What the ****?!" Forget about people running around. Forget about people dropping things or jumping into the pool or the entire room going off.
That's child's play.
It's been said amongst several professionals that the most visceral reactions are easy to obtain. It's true. This is on a completely different level. So before I progress any further, please stop for a moment again to reflect on magic. Reflect on this situation, reflect on your magic. What magic can be. How powerful magic can be. How special it is. This is the experience of magic. I cannot express it any better than that.
Back so soon? Keep reflecting.
No, not yet.
Sigh. Fine. I guess I'll have to trust you guys. Last chance.
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