your pal, erin

Writer & Psychic Medium

I just saw a man about a horse...

Dear Erin,

Years ago when I was staying at a hotel, a confederate soldier rode past my window on a horse and looked right at me. And my room was on the third floor!

I know what I saw, but how is this even possible? Did it happen for a reason?

Bobby

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 Hi Bobby, 

For almost half a century, scientists have researched the possibility that everyday objects – ranging from ancient pottery to The Mona Lisa – have the ability to record and replay ambient sound. How cool is that?!  

This field of study, known as Archaeoacoustics, was first introduced in a February 6, 1969 issue of New Scientist by a British chemist named David E. H. Jones. Jones first noticed this phenomenon in artifacts that had record-like grooves, as a result of being spun on a pottery wheel. 

Let’s suspend our disbelief for a moment and assume that everyday objects not only have the ability to record audio, but that they have the ability to record moving images, too. If we follow this logic, then it makes sense that your third floor window could possibly become a flat screen TV that replays scenes from days of yore. 

Based on what we know about the science of television transmission, for this to happen, three things would be needed: a sender, a receiver and a signal – all of which would be operating at the same vibrational frequency. The sender would be your friendly Confederate soldier and the horse he rode in on. The signal would be the thoughts and feelings that they were experiencing at the time of their ride. And the receiver would be you, with the help of the window.  

In order for all three of you to be vibrating at the same frequency, you would have to be experiencing thoughts and emotions that were similar to those of the soldier and his horse. Do you remember what you were thinking about or how you were feeling just before you saw them? If you can remember that, you will have your reason for why it happened. 

Thanks for getting in touch, Bobby.  Sending happy thoughts to you!


Your pal,
Erin




Originally published in Connect Savannah (p. 61)