She placed her hands, palm down on the table in front of her and instructed me to do the same.
Keep in mind that I am a skeptic at this point. I am not going to give away anything. I am prepared to not answer any questions and surprisingly, she asks none.
Instead, she tells me, "Think of someone that has died that you would like to be in contact with."
I think of a name which I keep to myself. Almost immediately the table lifts several inches off of the ground on her side. Everyone in the room gasps. Her hands are on TOP of the table not below. There is no table cloth or anything that would prevent us from seeing underneath. It was clear that she was not doing this. In fact, she frequently removed one hand or the other to gesture. We confirmed earlier that her hands had no adhesive.
The table lifted and neither she, nor I, did it.
The table tapped 11 times indicating the letter "k". It then tipped up so high on her side that my side of the table brushed up against me. She said, "This person is very happy to hear from you."
She didn't know this but the name I had in my head was Kevin Knox, a boy that I grew up with that died in a car crash about 8 years earlier. I only knew a few other people in the room. None of them would have known about Kevin since he was a childhood friend when I lived 300 miles away.
She asked if the first name stated with a "k" and I said, "yes."
She then said, "Let's see if we can get a last name."
Again, the table tapped out a "k." She thought this was an error telling the table (or whoever) that "We already have the first initial. We are looking for the last initial." I had to interrupt and tell her that the "k" was also the last initial.
Next, Adele asked me to think of something that only I would know about. I thought about a poem. Kevin had written a poem for English class wondering what it would be like when he died. He was a popular kid and they published this poem in the yearbook that year. There is no way anyone knew about this. There is no way any of my actions tipped this off.
The table then tapped out P-O-E-M.
It was him! There could be no doubt. This went on for a few more minutes. I was amazed as was everyone else. As far as Adele Tinning was concerned, she was as impressed as if she were sipping tea with some friends. This was not so special to her. It happens all the time.
Possibly the most amazing thing about that night, other than Adele and the table, was how we all came to accept the whole thing.
After an hour or so, I remember standing off to the side having a coffee with someone, just talking about the weather or sports or something while, the table was tapping away for yet another person.
I have had other experiences but none that compare to this one. I invite you to pass this blog link to your friends. I would love for everyone to know this story and to post their own stories in the comments section at the end of this blog.
