Parapsychology Journalism: The People, The Theory, The Science, The Skeptics
I’ve continued my account of being a Psi research participant back on my own blog. This is a short preview. You can read the rest of the story here.
My first experience as a research participant was in April 2010. I was pretty naive in regards to what I was getting myself into. At the time I wanted a cure for being psychic. I now know how misguided that idea was, but back then I thought science could fix everything and I wanted it to fix me.
I have suffered from incidents of RSPK (recurrent spontaneous psychokinesis) throughout my life, usually while under stressful circumstances. I was in graduate school in 2010 and having serious ethical concerns with regards to a member of my thesis committee. It was an impossible situation. I was being harassed and the university made it clear that protecting the reputation of tenured professor took priority over the protecting the well being of a student. I was told that this kind of abuse is just the price one pays to “earn” a doctorate. I was even threatened with legal action if I ever went public with my concerns. Needless to say, I felt helpless. Which is probably why anomalous events started to occur.
It was bad enough that things happened at university that were hard to account for. For example, during an argument with another grad student over his inappropriate treatment of an undergrad, his computer crashed and the data that he had been painstakingly entering onto a spreadsheet before the disagreement began was lost. (He referred to me as a witch after that.) Odd electrical malfunctions seemed to follow me around the lab. To make matters worse, the stress was spilling over into my home life as well. That was the real problem. My husband was subjected to life in what now seemed to be a “haunted” house. It was haunted, I suppose, but it wasn’t ghosts doing in light bulbs or moving furniture. I was doing those things. I couldn’t talk to him about what was going on. I felt so ashamed.
I had initially contacted parapsychologist William Roll through the message boards of the Parapsychological Association. It wasn’t long before we had our first conversation over the phone. I remember thinking what a nice man he was. He asked me a lot of questions about my experiences with RSPK. The conversation was very lighthearted at first and I really enjoyed talking to Bill. But then the discussion took an unexpected turn for the worse. Dr Roll suggested that my marriage was in trouble and asked questions that seemed really inappropriate about my relationship with my husband. I was totally shocked. How could I have liked this man? That was when the phone line started making this horribly loud screeching noise. The connection was almost lost. And then Bill changed the subject again as if he had never brought up anything upsetting in the first place. He told me to forget about those last few questions. Just ignore them and move on. The telephone connection improved. And the next thing I knew, Dr William G. Roll was asking me to make a visit with him to see Dr Michael Persinger at Laurentian University, in Sudbury, Ontario, Canada.