My Library

Eleven I decided that I would never seek to emphasize or aggrandize myself or other psychics, but would seek to distribute the knowledge that psychic potentials are indwelling in our species, and thus in everyone. On New Year's Day, I typed up a final version of these eleven principles. I first passed them by my beloved Zelda, who was shocked. "Well," she said, "certain researchers are not going to let you get away with prejudging their experiments. You're just a subject, after all. Things don't work that way." "Well, Zelda," I replied, "you'll just have to love my imagination AND my big, swollen head, too." "But the skeptics will be interested, too." "Well, I've done my research on them also. I know their personal quirks, their backgrounds, and where a few hidden skeletons are stored away." "But no DEMONSTRATIONS. Everyone wants to see something, you know." This didn't go over too well with Buell Mullen Central either, who were disappointed. But I didn't lose one friend. I nervously made an appointment with my mentor, Dr. Jan Ehrenwald, so as to pass by my strategic decisions in front of his remarkable wisdom.