Archive for August 22nd, 2010

While on my mini-vacation, visiting old friends, the talk turned to subjects beyond ESP, a common occurrence when I am present. Working with a pendulum for my friend, Bela, he received messages from his deceased wife, as well as from his Hungarian Angel, Erzsebet, who has been advising him about his health. Exhausting that interesting topic for the moment, Bela told an unusual story of table-tilting that he had witnessed as an 11-year-old Hungarian refugee in Germany, at one of the many camps set up for those fleeing the horrors of WWII.

After WWII, the Hungarian army was pushed by the invading Russians into Bavaria, in southern Germany. Their camp was in a Gasthaus of a local tavern. Having nothing to do, the soldiers frequented the beer hall, passing time with each other and with the waitresses. Some of the soldiers said that one of their buddies used to go to the village and, for entertainment, frighten the waitresses by moving tables, despite these tables being held down by many strong hands. This young man, a 28-year-old soldier, seemed to have the ability to make odd pieces of furniture do odd things.

The Hungarian refugees, also having nothing to do, asked the soldiers to bring their buddy to demonstrate his ability with tables. The talented soldier did appear at the Gasthaus, carrying a small stick. He picked out a typical bar table, a long unwieldy, pine trestle table that normally could seat 10 beer-quaffing customers. With help, he placed the table in the middle of the room. The curious onlookers stood around the room, watching to see what would happen next. The soldier asked for 6 volunteers. Bela, his aunt, and 4 other people immediately stepped up. The soldier had them sit on chairs along one long edge of the table, which had near the bottom on each side a long board on which patrons of the bar could rest their feet while seated. Under instruction, the volunteers sat close enough to lightly rest their hands on the tabletop, fingers touching, forming an energy circuit. The soldier stood on the opposite side. Once all were in position and settled, the soldier tapped the table with his stick commanding, “You there! Get up!” After a few tries, the table obeyed, rising a foot above the floor, still held by the interlinked hands. Try as they might, no one could force the table back down. Bela even pushed against the foot rest with all his strength, to no avail. At the command, “Down!”, the table dropped to the floor.

Next, the soldier reached to get a drinking glass, laying it horizontally on the ground, under one of the legs, which was still up in the air. “Come down fast,” he commanded, “but don’t break the glass!” Immediately, the table zoomed downward full force, coming to a screeching halt at the top of the horizontal glass but not breaking it, just as instructed. No one left, all marveling at this display of other-worldly power. With the table in mid-air, the soldier then commanded it to tap out onto the floor the age of one of the young women in attendance. Dutifully, without breaking the glass, the table tapped out “26”. Expectantly all eyes turned toward the young woman. Nodding her head shyly, she agreed that she was, indeed, 26 years old. In this manner, the soldier commanded the table to go up and down, which it did, like a faithful dog obeying its master.

By this time, most of the spectators were giggling giddily, a little unsure of what was actually occurring. Some of the Germans who lived in the village nodded knowingly, though, saying that this feat was of no consequence, that every year someone used to come to the village Gasthaus and make the tables dance. Thus, Bela took these feats for granted, although was obviously so impressed by them that he remembered them vividly 66 years later.

After several other tricks with the table, the soldier was asked how he managed this amazing feat. He said that he had worked as an assistant engineer on the Hungarian railroad. In addition to assisting the engineer, his main duty was to lean out the window, making sure that the tracks ahead of the train were clear, searching steadily, in case he had to stop the train. After some time spent engrossed in this duty with intense concentration, he realized that he could use this power of concentration to do things. He realized that he could raise objects, such as tables. So, he began concentrating on this ability and to perform by making tables and other furniture do his bidding. He also said that he could hypnotize people, but no one volunteered. Apparently it was one thing for a table to do the soldier’s bidding, but no human subject was willing to be his guinea pig.

Many people could become frightened by this story, conjuring up visions of demons with wooden tables under their spell, commanded by a demonic soldier, leering horribly, who will suck out your soul! ­čÖä Your Angels encourage you to laugh heartily at such nonsense and examine carefully the awesome power available to each and every one of us as we tap into our true natures. This soldier did no more than become aware of one aspect of his divine self and tap into it, through intense concentration, with the consequent ability to make inanimate furniture do his bidding. In that regard, the hooting Germans were correct that this type of behavior is commonplace, although they missed the implications for themselves. i.e., that they, too, could tap into this awesome power.

We have learned, too, that in the Spirit world, there is no order of difficulty in miracles (see Reading, A Course in Miracles). Therefore, as a mountain is no heavier than a table, the soldier could literally have moved that mountain, if he so desired. This is also the principle by which it is as easy to manifest one million dollars as it is to manifest a convenient parking space (see also post, June 5, 2010, Seek with Expectation). Intrigued by these ideas, Bela and I decided to test them. You can read of our adventures in the next post, Experiments in Spirit Power.