Ty Callison for Kennebec7(#4)
Miss Ruskin (Beth Ann) of Kennebec asked me most kindly not to say too much about the occasion of my friend Edson Viana’s death. So I won’t. I understand all that jaw about ‘spoilers,’ but I want to say this much, get it off my chest: I might have stopped Edson’s murder if I had been a little smarter in a timely manner. You’ll see how that all came about if they make the movie, the way Beth Ann is talking.
Edson Viana, as I’ve said on an earlier occasion, was a master of parapsychology, including precognition and retrocognition, ESP, shamanism, mediumship, telepathy, and the subject of today’s blog-- psychometry. If you look up in an esoteric dictionary, you’ll find hundreds of special skills of this type which most of modern civilization has forgotten.
Edson used psychometry to help him find Marina, his teenager who was kidnapped in connection with the Billy McCrae affair. He started in the hotel room where they first grabbed his girl. Speaking formally, psychometry is the intuitive ability to gain information about an entity who has held or touched an object, and in Edson’s case, he could connect a person historically with a thing using his visualization and intuition. He told me he’d been in Greece one time and started touching some rocks, and he saw the Trojan Wars or some such ancient battle.
In the little group I have up in Scottsdale, I give lectures about these skills, although I’m not truly an expert about psychometry. I learned about invisibility and suchlike from Buddhist monks in Vietnam and Thailand when I was young and footloose, but I’ve been a bit lazy about trying to practice psychometry. It’s not an overnight skill.
Back to Edson. He stood there in his daughter’s hotel room and made himself see all kinds of visions flashing through his mind. That being logical because many people have obviously stayed in that room over the years. But he could slow up the pictures when he sensed Marina’s vibe. Edson could see what had transpired. Two men with masks grabbed Marina, threw duct tape around her mouth, knocked her unconscious with a pipe of some sort, wrapped a comforter from the bed around her. Edson saw them flow out the door with his little girl like the wind and sand off our desert.
Where did they take her? Edson opened the door that led out to the corridor. He felt the walls. Slid his hand along them. So many visions. The ones with the most feelings came up clearest… the newlyweds, the drunken arguments, the heartbreak of betrayal. Then Marina entered his visions, wrapped in the comforter and carried toward the service elevator.
How does it work? All life forms including our own bodies are composed of energy fields. The energetic imprints carry any type of information, a location, feelings, colors, sounds, emotions.
The masked men ripped off their masks when they reached the hotel’s service entrance. The doors opened. Edson was almost blinded by the bright light that surrounded him. Then he was in the dark again. The rear doors to an ambulance opened. The two men lifted Marina inside. A third man drove. Their faces, Edson explained, were like over-exposed film – light and shadows.
But then the ambulance drives away. It will take more than psychometry to track Marina now. But Edson had more skills at his disposal. However, sad for me to speak on this, but those skills led him not only to his daughter, but—Okay, Beth Ann is giving me that look again. “Enough!”
Sorry.
Until next time,
Ty Callison
Mesa, Arizona
04/09/2010