Late morning. You skimmed over your old Dialogues material, “Lines in Search of Meaning” from April, 1987 until January 1988 by A. Skrohl [yourself]. You asked over 2736 questions on 246 pages via the string and washer technique which was refined several times in the process.
I have not read over it in years. In the Preface –
I’ll edit, orndorff.- Amorella.
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© 1988 Dialogue’s Preface (edited)
This report contains question and answer sessions of one individual’s conscious mind directed toward his subconscious and unconscious mind. . . . The work contains assorted private imaginations and a religious experience. . . .
In an April, 1987 session with Dr. Paul, psychologist . . . said I should look for consistencies in the responses. We were searching for evidence that I might be a multiple personality because of two recent incidences of involuntary changes in handwriting styles. An EEG test and a CT scan were scheduled and performed at a nearby university hospital to note if any neurological abnormalities existed.
. . . My questions are mostly by free association with some answers arrived at by the process of elimination. For example: ‘How old are you?’ ‘Are you one? Ans. No. Are you two? Ans. No. Are you three? Ans. Yes. . . . As the reader may appreciate, the procedure was very time consuming and tedious. . . .
I informally began this report on the afternoon of April 9, 1987. Although my raw data has times and dates throughout, I have decided to set this up in a simplified diary style with numbered sessions (when they existed) within each day. Also, the questions are numbered to make it easier reading. Personally, I feel some of these questions and answers jump beyond personal fantasy and secret, unconsciously wished dreams, and even beyond imagination.
One of the keys in reading this is to ask yourself how you would have answered the questions, or first, perhaps, what questions would you have created? Remember, ask your heart for what you would answer but use your intellect, powers of logic, and intuition as strong guidelines.
[Here are some examples of early questions and responses. – Amorella]
April 12, 1987
21. Are you a ghost or spirit? No. (string moves back and forth horizontally)
22. Do I have two separate personalities? Yes. (string moves back and forth vertically)
23. Do I have more than two personalities? I do not know. (string circling)
24. Do I have secret personalities hidden in me? Yes.
25. Is one of the personalities a girl? Yes.
26. Did I have two personalities in me when I was born? Yes.
27. Do I have two souls? Yes.
28. Am I making this [up] out of my imagination? No.
29. Am I possessed? No.
30. Have I ever seen evil angels? No.
31. Have I ever seen good angels? Yes.
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Today as I look at these questions and responses after typing I think they are a bit silly, yet in some ways not so. I was experimenting – I think because Dr. Paul was looking for multiples I might have been creating them unconsciously for myself and for him. I wondered if I could somehow, using this string, washer and target devise, connect with a part of myself that was immortal. If so, I had some questions to ask even if it turned out to be imagination I thought I might learn something about myself in the process. – rho
I will show a few more questions and responses conjured by the string, washer and simple target. Some of the responses appear totally out of character for Richard consciously and they were psychologically bothersome because of it. Note. The complete work was given to Dr. Paul after the U.C. sessions were long over. Richard received no response.
It was found on the two EEG tests and CT scan that Richard had no evidence of a multiple personal disorder. Post. – Amorella.
As I continue to scan over material I realize all the responses, mentally created or imaginary, fit in the logical fallacy: self-evident truth. Well, at the time it was a free and intuitive experiment – I wanted to see what responses I would come up with.
Let’s include a bit from this ‘Chapter Four’ in Dialogues. Amorella.
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May 3, 1987 – Session Four
479. Is Threebee a personality? Yes.
480. Normally, can a human being talk directly to his soul? No.
481. Was Threebee caused by the Grace of God? I do not know.
482. Do I speak to Threebee telepathically? No.
I conclude this session by asking if BB is here, he responds enthusiastically. As I am still a bit unsettled by the diagonal response and chills (I have the feeling there is a presence in the room), I thank BB for being there, and he responds positively [strong swings of the string and washer) again.
May 4, 1987
Normally, I would not think to include dreams in this work, but there are a few from time to time during these sessions that seem to have a direct bearing on the dialogues so I have decided to include these.
DREAM
I have a dream or memory recollection of Fourbee. My mother and I are fighting in the public library while there is a celebration going on outside. We fight over girls. . . . We fight over money, peanuts, staying home, my father, eating candy. Drama – stupid drama over peanuts.
Suddenly, in the dream, I hate them all, I hate everybody. They are all arrogant. No one owns me, no one! My mother threw [my favorite] blanket, my Bee, away in the trash [I was four at the time]. The blanket was my friend and Mother killed it.
The dream shifts. The letters are also my special friends, the white letters on the black keys of an old typewriter. The “Underwood” typewriter!
I have a revelation. These letters on the keyboard are my ‘woodworkers’! (My third novel, which I have tried rewriting at least three times, it is titled: The Woodworkers [never completed]. I get about 100 pages into it with each rewrite and stop.) The letters in all combinations are all my friends, so I write them out! Deep chills, like ten thousand ghosts, immediately pass through me. I suddenly remember: no one can take away my friends, no one! Mother took the typewriter away. I remember something I have not consciously thought about for forty years.
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You are at a loss of words.
I had forgotten these things; yet I see a connection with the Merlyn series: The Rebellion of the First Ten-thousand. Ten thousand ghosts is what it felt like passing through me; a poetic ten thousand I’m sure, but there is it, long before the Merlyn series. Weird stuff, Amorella. Creativity from the mind is weird stuff.
Remember, boy, I said these books are built as a dream. Nothing irregular or untoward here. The books are just as I said they would be and it will continue that way until you are done or can no longer write. – Post. – Amorella.
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May 6, 1987 – Session One
552. BB, is another soul inside? Yes.
I suddenly fear that this personality business will soon stop, that all this will just go away. I am afraid I’m going to miss asking myself the right questions. I just don’t know how to proceed other than to ask the questions as they come to mind. I feel really stupid.
Another observation. When the pendulum [string and washer] moves in its diagonal fashion my fingers sense a slight tug pulling downward, like something is holding the pendulum from below. I have sensed it the last two or three times the diagonal has come on line. To my finger and thumb it feels like a small fish nibbling at bait.
553. BB, is the diagonal (presently) caused by a soul other than yourself? Yes.
554. BB, is it another human soul? Yes.
555. Is it a male oriented soul? No.
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This section above has the tug you were considering, Amorella.
Yes. How do you explain the tug phenomena?
I have no idea. It was spooky.
Try it with the washer and string and see if it happens again. – Amorella. Anyone can make the simple device: a washer and string and make a paper and pencil a crosshair target below. It is supper time and the news will be on. Post. – Amorella.
It is 2215 hours and you are upstairs ready for bed at any time. You did not use the washer and string even though you still have a couple of them stashed somewhere around. – Amorella.
I don’t like to use the ‘alphabet and number wheel’. I think it gave me a high; it was intoxicating to play the letters and numbers – not much different than an Ouija board except mine is an original. I remember once when I had an incident that was similar in some details to that in last Friday’s Lizzy Borden “Ghost Adventures”.
It too was sometime in the 1980’s and we lived in west Mason on Majken Place, a bi-level starter home with a two car garage. It was maybe nine at night and Kim and Carol were watching television downstairs – a good size room with two windows out the front and a back door with a window, fireplace and off to the left of the backdoor there was a small water closet with a toilet, sink and mirror. I had finished it myself – insulation, heating ducts, wired the electric, wallboard, mud, paint, popped the ceiling and had it carpeted. Very cozy. Put in a door to be shut in winter to keep the heat from coming up the stairs. It was winter because the door was shut and they couldn’t hear upstairs and I couldn’t hear the cable television or the Betamax video tape player downstairs.
I was lying in bed reading when I heard a ‘click’ in the darkened hallway. Curious, as it was an unusual noise, I got up to investigate. Surprisingly, the hallway, about three feet from the stairs to the first level, was very silent and cold. Near the floorboard I saw a small oddly green flickering. Immediately goose bumps up and down my spine. A ‘presence’ I thought, and it was not a good one. Something bad had happened here – came to mind, but we had built the house new. Then, something bad was here. I backed away. I was afraid to call to Carol and Kim because I felt I had walked into an alternate reality, a real twilight zone. I sensed a wetness as the small ghostly light flickered out. For the next few nights I could not sleep well. I did not mention this to anyone because although a presence seemed to move from one end of the hallway to another, no one else appeared to notice anything abnormal except on one of the nights Carol said that the hallway seemed cold and rather spooky. I dismissed it with a chuckle.
The next weekend I talked to the neighbor who lived to our left and he said they had had a ghost for some time and they had called a priest and had it exorcised. He said he thought it was his lost brother who had died in a submarine during World War II. I felt the chills when I heard that but never said a thing about the incident in the hallway. To this day I don’t know what was in the hallway. It could have been a spirit but if it was it was stuck in a terrible personal place. Maybe I have mentioned this story before, I can’t remember. That’s all there is to it. I felt better when we moved a few years later.
Presences I have felt as long as I can remember. With them there is no sense of darkness and foreboding, just that someone else is in the room. Never saw anyone though. No drawers open or close; nothing otherwise abnormal. I figure the presences are in my head, imagination with a persona that likes the company of knowing someone live knows she or he is there once in awhile. That’s how I rationalize it when the situation arises.
This is indeed how you see things and how you witnessed a stranger aspect of your imagination or perhaps a real unsettled human spirit. You needed to get this out, orndorff. It has festered for too long. You hope that if it was a troubled spirit, that it no longer is such. “Ghost Adventures” triggered those memories. Fortunately for you, you have the notes that go with it.
That story was easier to recollect than I thought it would be. Still, how could my finger and thumb tips holding the raw end of a piece of string sense a ‘tug’ on the bottom of the washer when nothing was under the washer. An ever so slight tug that continued to happen from time to time when I used the simple target or the more elaborate alphabet wheel. The string would stop dead in its tracks over the center cross point and be pulled downward. Now, that is spooky.
Spooky enough that you stopped using the string and washer and target. Actually, I am much more efficient. Once I came along and you adjusted to “automaticity” in your writing the other became old fashion and basically impractical. - Amorella
I think that you evolved from those earlier experiments, Amorella. I like to think that as the most rational explanation and one of the simplest. Clarifying imagination, that’s pretty much what I’m about – mostly fiction.
Post, old man. You ought to sleep well tonight. – Amorella.
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