Psychic Phenomena (Part I)

Have you ever watched a story about ghosts or UFOs and thought, "That would be cool if its true.  But I am skeptical."

I am like that about a lot of things.  Even in the face of overwhelming evidence, I will often fall back into the pack of non-believers.  I am not sure why I do this.  It's as if I cannot intuitively understand something or if science can't explain it, then maybe its not real.

As far as psychic phenomena is concerned I am a believer.  I am a believer, not in the way I believe in God or reincarnation or that sort of thing.  I am a believer in the way I believe that 2+2 is 4.  This is not a belief that comes from faith.  It is the belief that comes from first hand experience.

One such experience stands out above all others.  This is where my story begins.

One night, I met Adele Tinning.

This was back around 1985.  Mrs. Tinning is no longer with us, at least not on this plane of existence.  She died in 1989 at the age of 83.

This is how I met her.

A friend of mine taught Ancient History at a college in San Diego.  He had seen Mrs. Tinning give a demonstration on stage at the local collage in front of thousands of people.  He called her and asked if she would give a demonstration at a private home for his class of students.  She readily agreed.

I want to point out that she never asked for or received any compensation for any psychic work she performed.

I was invited to the event because I was a friend, not a student.

Anyway, when we went to pick her up, a large man met us at the door.  He took my friend, Vince, aside and told him that they didn't appreciate him asking Mrs. Tinning for help.  "They" was apparently an agency of some sort that took care of this elderly woman.  I don't recall if they were government or just from a private organization.  I think "they" were an educational/research organization that basically kept an eye on Mrs. Tinning, making sure she was not harassed or ever in need of anything.

Anyway, the message was, "Mrs. Tinning will say yes to anyone that asks for her help.  "We" try to limit her work simply because she is getting to be too old to go out several times a week to give demonstrations. Since she told you yes, after you went around us, we will let her come to your house."

Adel Tinning was a psychic of a particular sort.  She would place her hands on a table and the table would lift and drop, thereby tapping out messages. One tap was an "a", five taps and "e" etc.

When we picked her up, she had her table with her.  She intended to bring it for the demonstration.  I suspected a trick.  She probably had the table rigged somehow.  Vince told her, "You don't need to bring that if you don't want to.  We have a table at the house."  Without a second thought, she agreed to leave her table behind.  She didn't ask, "How big is the table?" or anything.  Apparently, any table of any size would work.

This immediately took away many of my suspicions.

We took her and the "guard" to a private home where about 30 of us gathered for the demonstration.  Before she started, she told us the following story.

Here is the setting, an elderly woman of moderate build is sitting amongst 30 or so adults that she has never met, in a home she has never been at before preparing to give us a free demonstration.  But first, her story as best as I can recall ...

"As a little girl, I had my first experience with angels.  I saw one outside when I was about 6 years old.  She was floating in the air in our backyard.  I went in and told my mother who understood right away what I had seen.  She told me that she and I had a gift.  My mom also saw angels and did a lot to help me understand them.

As I grew up, I began to have psychic experiences.  I learned that table tapping was the preferred method of communicating with me.  When I married my husband, he knew about my abilities and made me promise to keep them to myself.  he didn't want me to become a circus event.

One morning, while I was eating breakfast, the table started to tap.  I knew a message was coming through so I cleared the table and prepared to receive.  Apparently, there had been an accident at NASA.  Some men lost their lives.  They were coming through to me with a message to send to NASA about what caused the accident.  They gave me a 4 letter acronym that made no sense to me.  Against my husbands wishes, I sent the message to NASA.  A few days later, two men in suits showed up at our door.  They wanted to know how I knew what had killed those men.  It turns out that what I told them meant something to them.  It was the actual cause and they only thought to look for that source after my letter to them.

At that time, NASA and several other agencies would come to me from time to time, asking for help with various things.  For example, they were having problems with a formula needed to make face plates for astronaut helmets.  I would got to a table, the answer would tap out and they would go away all excited.  I never knew what much of that information meant since I am not a scientist.

They did a lot of testing where they would check to see if my hands somehow stuck to the table enabling me to lift it.  In the end, they just accepted that I could do these things.

Now there is an institute around me.  They don't pay me but make sure my needs are met - rides to demonstrations and such."

She had a book published that, at the time, she gave away for free.  Each of us at the house got a copy.  It is a compilation of messages she received over the years.  It is entitled God's Way of Life.

After Adele Tinning made this presentation, she sat at our table for a moment.  Soon she smiled and said, "They are here, who wants to go first."

There was no trance.  It was as if she sat at the table and said, "Pass the mashed potatoes."

For more information about her, google "Adele Tinning."

Tomorrow, I will talk about what happened next.  I will leave you with this, when she asked "Who wants to go first," I walked over and took the seat across from her.