The notice outside the hall proclaimed that there was going to be a demonstration of mediumship on the following Saturday. ‘Only £10. This will be a wonderful show!’ it said. I was indignant. Calling it a show was disrespectful to the dead, and I didn’t agree with charging money for it either.

“If you don’t approve, maybe YOU should be the medium instead and do it your way,” suggested a ghost who was standing next to the hall.

“I don’t think this particular group would like that,” I replied by telepathy. “I would have to find someone else to put on the event.”

“How dare you!” cried another voice. “I’m the organizer of the show. All you can do is criticize.”

I looked all around me. A few people were crossing the stretch of grass in front of the hall. Either it was one of those, and he or she could talk by telepathy, or the organizer was dead or astrally projecting, or I was hearing imaginary voices now.

“I’m entitled to my opinion about how you do your demonstration,” I said, and the words I had just spoken appeared in writing on a blackboard which was propped below the noticeboard and was meant for more urgent announcements.

“What’s going on?” I exclaimed. “I expect I’ll wake up in a minute.” But I didn’t wake up. That was last week, and now it’s Saturday, and here I am in front of the hall again.


Fetch, Boy

“My old dog would have swum out into the bay and fetched your frisbee. But he’s dead now, and my new dog won’t do it.”

What a useless thing to say to me. I’d like to call up the spirit of his old dog to fetch my frisbee, and everything else that I have ever lost. Then I’d like to put both him and his new dog on a raft and push them out to sea, to the place where all the cross-currents catch you and pull you underneath.

He saw me playing with a frisbee, and he must have thought I was like everyone else down here on the coastal path. But I’m not, and I was seeking a diversion to make me forget what I am, even if only for those few moments while a spinning discus loops across the sky and then boomerangs back to me.