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I’ve always been proud of an open mind …

So when visiting Uri Geller on his estate in the English countryside in the summer of 1987, I could not afford the opportunity to phenomenon that he represents and / or channels personally.

Uri Geller has a career out of controversy. His claims of possession of paranormal talents do not necessarily have polarized opinions as much as the excessive outlets with which he apparently chose them. For example, Geller claimed at one point or another that he had:

– bent spoons and keys by concentrating on it;

– A soccer ball moved just before a Scottish penalty kick was taken during an international match against England. shot to be missed and ensure victory for the English.

– stopped the hands of Big Ben on time.

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– Families recommended that messages of death appear in symbolic action,

– at the request of the CIA, and

– cure people’s oppression simply by being close to them.

Uri Geller was an Israeli paratrooper who fought in the Six-Day War and started modeling and a small-time magician’s career before breaking into the global strange scene by apparently having access to a part of his brain what others did not. He apparently had the power to move objects and to understand minds and to do them well enough that big media and yes even large governments had noted. The results may have been mixed – the CIA, interestingly, does not comment on their contact with Geller anyhow – but they have all served to preserve its reputation (or skeptics).

When we approached his house, there was no doubt that his exhibitions, books, television shows and hobnobbing with politicians and celebrities had allowed him to gain substantial wealth. Geller meets us in the lobby, immediately the impression that he can be a shameless self-proprietor in public, but at home he was a gracious host. It was a social call, so he was coincidentally dressed, soft and totally unpretentious. I could not say that the chairs and coffee table for the furniture in his dressing room, however, were the matching sofa made up of large glass screens held with metal wreaths. They were more artwork than furniture, and I was very pleased that we had previously settled in the kitchen.

Unfortunately, our conversation disrupted Geller’s talents. He asked if I wanted to see it for myself and after getting the obvious reaction, he pulled a spoon out of the cutlery and gave it to me to inspect. I can testify that it was an ordinary, everyday spoon; I tried to bend it and confirm that it’s a sobriety that one expects from a common spoon.

Geller took it, held it in clear display, and began to rub the stem into short, quick strokes of his index finger. In front of my eyes, the business end of the spoon began a perpendicular rise, as if it were awake from a nap. When it formed a 90 degree angle, Geller stopped rubbing and handing me over the spoon again. I felt the curved segment of the tribe for signs of heat, but there was none. I checked whether the tensile strength decreased, but it did not.

He really did it.

Geller asked me to pull any spoon out of the drawer and he will do it again. I noticed that they were made of sterling silver – it’s an ordinary metal – and wondered how much he would buy in the course of a year. Meanwhile he repeats the performance. The only factor I noticed could possibly be in the game was that Geller made sure he was both in the same place. There was a metal radiator very close to him, but I have no idea whether it played any role in the outcome.

He gave me a small notebook and pen and asked me to draw something simple. He left and there was no chance he could see what I did. Since it was summer, I opted for something completely opposite the season and sketched a cherry tree starred on top. Then I closed the notebook and told him I was done.

Geller has reached a completely separate piece of paper and pen. He sat at the table, thought for a moment and started drawing. He stared shortly after me and then returned to his task. It took only a minute for him to announce that he had finished. He put down his pen and put his drawing.

It was a Christmas tree, starred on top.

I was impressed. I almost wanted I had something he could heal.

I could not resist asking an extra-wall question. I knew a prominent shipbuilding family in Spain, which had access to the records of many Galvanians who disappeared on a return journey from the New World. Many of them were loaded with gold. Did Geller ever ask to be “divine” for precious metals underwater?

He did not hit an eye. “No,” he replied, “but I do not know why I can not.”

He drew a book of a nearby shelf and opened it for some pictures in the middle. The subject was Uri Geller. The photographs were allegedly taken with a sensitivity that exceeded the spectrum of light. There was a cloud between Geller’s head and a small object of its concentration, like a ball. The conclusion was that his mental projection was physically captured on a movie. He joined his mind with the matter he focused on.

I eventually reported to the Spanish magnates that I saw and what I suggested. They were more than interested. One of their scions promised to come back, and he did, but in the course of our days, the momentum to strive for such a project fade away.

During the next few years I have been paying close attention to Uri Geller. The two performances I saw were clearly his top talents; I read accounts of similar feats from others who met him. Geller was not so successful when he wanted to expand his range. For example, he bought a soccer team, Exeter, and said he would keep his mind off the pitch. I think he did, since they were rejected to a lower section under his chairmanship.

Geller allegedly claimed his services to oil and gold companies. He said he had found results, but nobody wanted to announce that he was the secret for their success. He has since written a number of books – some of the holistic tomes are actually quite logical and reveal anything that is paranormal – and continues to enjoy the company of famous personalities.

I have no idea of ​​his talents than I have seen. I am convinced that what I saw was authentic. My urgent thought is what Geller’s exhibitions can give me to the human condition. It is a fact that 90% of our serebrum’s use is not yet understood. Did we all have the power of telekinesis and telepathy?

These are deep thoughts, and I am definitely open for further suggestions. Meanwhile, I will know who I’m going to call if I ever get riplakkate who lose a load of golden spoons on the sea, touching the sea.

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