But legitimate psi investigators have done investigations of their own and we have learned a great deal about their psychological origins if not the physical/biological functions. The late Prof. William (Bill) Roll coined the more scientific term Recurrent Spontaneous Psychokinesis (RSPK) to describe these sometimes mind-boggling events. It’s the one I prefer.
Gilbert Roller–the main force behind the Bindelof séance group—as a child on the brink of puberty, was the center of such an outbreak. As he related it:
My stepfather, Eddie Fink, was a basically warm, charming and lovable guy. He was a brilliant pianist who would sit at the piano in his pajama bottoms, with his hairy chest exposed and a cigar in his mouth, singing while he played. He was surrounded by women in his work and [my mother] Olga was away performing much of the time: Trouble was bound to develop. And, of course, Olga was a temperamental artist. My friends thought our home was wonderful, filled with music and art, and good times, but I remember the earlier times as monstrous and terrible.
There was considerable tension between my parents and violent fights: Mother had a temper that was absolutely without equal. She’d scream, “Oh, no you don’t!” and she would destroy a whole kitchen of china. The place would look like a battlefield, and Eddie would actually clean it up. I would of course become panicky. I would scream and yell. It was absolute madness. These scenes were frequent occurrences. Often, after one of these marital wars, Olga would take me and move out. It became a ritual.
One day, in the midst of this tumultuous life, when I was about 12 or 13, odd things began to occur at home. We would hear a soft “whizzing” sound followed by a “clink.” Upon investigating we’d find one of the hairpins Olga used to do up her long, luxurious tresses. These hairpins would be “thrown” from her bedroom, when no one was in there. At times the pins would be flung from the dresser at the door as someone left the otherwise unoccupied bedroom. We would hear them striking the back of the door and upon reopening it we’d find the pins on the floor behind the door.
Wooden knobs from shoe trees would be “pulled off” and flung across a
room. We would enter the living room to find oatmeal scattered evenly
over the rug. I was generally in the apartment during these occurrences
but not always in the room where they took place. When I was not at home
the phenomena were less intense. Olga tried to make light of it. We
named whatever this force was “Liz.” We’d speak to it commanding, “Liz,
throw something!” And, sure enough, “ping,” something would go flying
across the room. It was exciting fun at times, but the manifestations
became more violent....<<<Read More>>>...
