"I of my own knowledge…"

It was, if I had only known it, the beginning, finally.

It was 1987. I was 40 years old. I was writing editorials for the Norfolk Virginian-Pilot, a  job that paid well and had rescued me from the world of computer programming. But my primary interest in life, besides writing, was psychic exploration, if I could ever figure out how to do it.

For reasons I have set forth in my book Muddy Tracks, suddenly there I was, attending the first of Shirley MacLaine’s Higher Self Seminars in nearby Virginia Beach. When I came home, I wrote up a piece about it, which appeared in the Commentary section of the largest newspaper in Virginia on Sunday, February 1.

This article turned out to be the end of some things and the beginning of many others, including my chance to participate in the creation and growth of Hampton Roads Publishing Company. What Shirley MacLaine did was a good thing. The sentiments I expressed at the end of the article remain true today.

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So here I am, more than 60 years old, and I am talking to people who are not in bodies. Some have been dead a few years, some for decades, or centuries. It doesn’t seem to make any difference how long they have been gone or how famous they were or weren’t. Apparently I may talk to nearly anyone I wish to, provided that I have a reason to do so. I seem to have tapped into the invisible world’s Internet.

If this were merely my own experience or my own delusion, it wouldn’t be very important to anyone but me. But since it appears to be a skill that anyone can develop, I propose to tell you how to do the same thing I’m doing. To do so, I need to sketch out how I got to this point, but you don’t need to follow my path. In fact, you couldn’t if you wished to. You have your own path, whatever it is, and it’s the only one for you.

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