FEG Sitting Report, 9/14 Springfield, NJ
18 Sitters gathered with medium Kai Muegge of the Felix
Experimental Group (FEG) of Frankfurt, Germany and his wife, Julia for
approximately 2.5 hours of physical séance phenomena and exploration. In the
interest of space, this report is concerned primarily with phenomena at the
9/1/14 sitting, and assumes that most readers have a certain familiarity with
physical mediumship, particularly with FEG’s mode and methods, which can be
found throughout its blog. For a
much more detailed and comprehensive report of FEG circle protocol and process,
cabinet construction, circle roles, trance induction method, diagrams, circle tools
and instruments, see this writer’s report that encompasses 3 sittings with FEG in 2013. As with
those sittings, most of the phenomena happened in the same experimental order
this time in 2014. Kai mentioned that the Chemists were going to experiment
with new forms of energy that they were creating, and not just with ectoplasm.
The sitters’ chairs were arranged in the usual “U” shape
with the medium’s cabinet at the open end of the shape. Two sitters searched
the room and all its contents—finding nothing of suspicious interest—while Circle
Assistant Howie Abramson strip searched the medium, also finding nothing
untoward. All sitters removed shoes,
belts, jewelry, watches and phones, and Julia scanned each of us with a metal
detector before we were allowed into the séance room.
Circle Leader Julia Muegge sat to the cabinet’s right, where
she was able to control the red light dimmer and cd music player, as well as
provide two hands of the four-hands control used to demonstrate securing of the
medium throughout the sitting. Circle Assistant Howie sat at the cabinet’s left
and provider the other two hands for control of the medium (See2013 report for more about this protocol). The room provided an excellent
space, with a very high ceiling of 12 feet, no windows, and two doors opening
onto the same hall. The doors were easily blacked out so that total darkness of
the space was achieved.
The sitters had about an hour to sit and talk with one
another before the séance, and there was a strong sense of commitment and happy
excitement amongst most by the time it was ready to begin. This heightened
sense of happy and even silly camaraderie is extremely important energy needed
for a successful physical séance. Before the séance, I had privately coached
the friend who had come with me to “let it all out—be just like a happy, giddy
little kid who’s not afraid to laugh and shriek with delight in the dark!” He
was richly rewarded for his ability to do so, as was I.
Interestingly, Spirit directed Julia to seat me halfway from
the right side of the cabinet, the exact same spot I occupied last year at
Cassadaga and at Springfield.
The sitters began singing to the music which was utilized
throughout the entire sitting. It must be noted that a new addition to security
control measures was added this year, where Julia would sing continuously so
that sitters could discern where she was at any time, except when she needed a
few seconds to direct the circle to be silent, open or close the hand chain. The
medium achieved full trance via the hypertrophic breathing method fairly
quickly, and sitters were barely in chain and the cabinet curtains closed
before spirit lights began appearing from within the cabinet. These whitish lights
were very active in movement, starting near the floor and then spiraling up to
the cabinet’s top, punctuated by strobe-like single flashes of intense bright white
light as well.
Hans Bender was able to gain full control of the medium very
quickly, and as he began to speak, his warm presence and keen sense of humor
raised everyone’s spirits even higher. He expressed sadness that one of the
sitters, who is struggling with a serious illness, was not able to make the
night’s sittings as planned, and so the Chemists (see 2013report) were already discussing a plan to help make up for his absence,
which turned out to be a very special apport—more about this later.
Unlike last year’s sittings, there were no raps or other
spirit sounds. However, there seemed to
be no lack of spirit touches, as many began quickly reporting that they were
being touched—on the top of the head, the face, the nose, the hands, the
legs—by all kinds of different shapes, textures and pressures. Some described
the touches as hand caresses and finger poking; others as feathers or fur; and
still others felt something warm or cold, leathery or velvety. I experienced most
of the above, including something gently grabbing on to the front of my shirt
and shaking me in my chair, as if to say “wake up!” (I confess that I had been
yawning a bit, having slept little the night before.) While the touches
eventually subsided, they never stopped completely, as I and a couple others
continued to be touched intermittently throughout the sitting.
Aprés-séance, I learned that there were actually several
individuals who were only touched once or twice, while others not at all. Further
questioning revealed that either they had mentally relayed to Spirit that they
were not keen on being touched, or else did not want to be touched at all—and so
Spirit obviously complied.
The force field that extends from the cabinet must have been
also achieved unusually quickly, as the musical instruments on the upturned
plastic bucket placed at the far end of the U-shape began playing in time to
the music almost immediately as the cabinet lights ceased. Things were
happening much faster this year!
The tambourine and rattle played for several minutes, and
then were heard to be flung to the linoleum floor. Julia was directed by Hans
to move on to the ping-pong ball experiment, where 3 balls, coated in
luminescent pigment, were placed on top the bucket in place of the instruments.
To do this, she was allowed to open the chain and quickly find her way to the
bucket with a small dim flashlight. As with everything so far, the gently
glowing balls began moving almost immediately, and several sitters could see
someone or something moving around the bucket, partially obscuring the balls.
Two of the balls appeared to leap off the bucket together, and rolled over to my
feet, separated, with one going to the feet of the sitter at my left, and the
other to the feet of the sitter at my right. The remaining glow ball went off
on its own to the other side of the circle, to where my friend was sitting
directly across from me.
All 3 balls moved about for several minutes, and then Hans
directed Julia to retrieve them and place them back on the bucket, where they
immediately jumped off and went back to the same people as before—2 in my
direction, and one back to exactly the other location. The two that came to me
then moved to the sitter to my right, and seemed to take advantage of her
slight nervousness (she was a “newbie”) by teasing her as if they was going to “do
something”—and one of them went under and through the legs of her chair and
came to rest behind her.
Was Spirit trying to tell us something? Perhaps so, for
after the balls stopped moving, Hans suddenly exclaimed that “we have a Visitor
who has found and come to us!” and that the visitor was known to one of the
sitters, and was going to step back for a bit and then return to try to make
himself as visibly materialized as possible! It was at that moment that I
clearly heard footsteps on the hard linoleum floor, and called out what I was
hearing. Others then verified that they could hear them as well. They sounded
as if the feet were in shoes, and the wearer as purposefully exaggerating the
steps so that it was almost a gentle slapping sound of leather soles against
the hard floor. I listened in shock as they came over my way, and then I felt a foot press down on my
right foot! It was so unexpected that I was laughing almost uncontrollably
as I screamed out, “Someone is standing on my foot!”
The entire room burst into laughter, people calling out, “No, are you serious?
Really!!!??” And the foot responded by
doing it again! Clearly I was being teased—it didn’t hurt, even though I
was only wearing socks, and I could tell it was meant to make me laugh. I’m
still not sure that everyone believed me. All I could think of saying out loud was
“Thank you, would you like to sit in my lap?” Much more laughter from everyone.
I was quite serious about this request, and a bit disappointed to hear the footsteps
then resume their slapping sounds for a couple more seconds as they walked back
toward the bucket before stopping entirely.
Hans then relayed that the Chemists were requesting the next
experiment with the illumined panel, a piece of cardboard also coated with glow
paint. Its purpose was to allow spirit energies that formed into hands be
visible against the panel, while also trying to manipulate it. A hand form
appeared quickly, at times only a finger or two, and several times at least 4
fingers and possibly a thumb was darkly outlined on the panel. The fingers
appeared to flex like fingers, and also swell a bit and then recede in size.
It was interesting that some people, including a few who
were sitting almost directly behind the bucket, said they were unable to see
the hand, while others who were further away, including myself, were able to see
it moving about with little difficulty. While some speculated that this was
possibly due to the angle of perspective, and to which I concede as probable, I
had also visibly and clairvoyantly noted that the energy fields of some sitters were the dimmest in terms of enthusiasm and somewhat denser, perhaps
from shyness, skepticism, or both.
The hand, however, was not lacking in enthusiasm, and pulled
the panel nearly off the bucket until it was teetering on the edge. Julia was
given permission by Hans to break chain and place the panel back to the
bucket’s center. Julia continued to sing softly to herself as she moved from
her seat, and then back to it.
We were then notified by Hans that our Visitor had returned,
and immediately many of us could see a very dim kind of “phosphorescence” —
like glowing steam in the shape of a small cloud, shifting in ambiguous shape
as it drifted very slowly from the direction of the cabinet to the center of
the room, and then quietly faded away in the dark. Hans said that the Visitor
would be back to try again a bit later.
Up to this point, there had been a noticeable absence of the
independent spirit lights often seen traveling throughout the space. But then,
almost upon the heels of the Visitor’s departure, a single light appeared near the
cabinet, about 6 feet from the floor, and began moving about the room. An inch
or two in diameter and yellowish-green, it darted here and there, as if looking
for something. It then vanished, but was followed by several others that also
began whizzing around the room. The spirit lights had arrived! As in many past
sittings, as their numbers increased, so did the variety of their paths and
speed. Many of us exclaimed at feeling the breezes their speeds created as they
flew past our faces, no more than a hair’s breadth away. There were constant
cries of delight as the lights began teasing us, bouncing off our heads, hands,
shoulders and knees. To me, their touches felt soft and rubbery, while others
described them in different terms, and still others had no language for it.
There were perhaps a couple dozen of the lights traveling throughout the space
at the same time. As with the illuminated panel, there were some who said they
didn’t see very many lights, or were touched by them. I noticed that when my
friend who sat directly across the room from me was exclaiming about all the
lights swarming about him, I couldn’t see them. Either something was obscuring
them from me, or perhaps it was a spirit hand or other form that was holding
the light that blocked my view.
[Incidentally, I had reported in the 2013 sittings that one of the lights had come up and rather forcibly grabbed one of my nipples and twisted it before zipping back off into the dark. I related this to Kai after tonight's sitting in 2014, and he shared that the same thing had happened to him at a Lakota yuwipi ceremony, which is a Native American healing and mediumistic event. One of the Native Americans told him that this is not unknown to happen, and means that Spirit is choosing the person for something. Although it didn't happen this year, I kind of missed it. I also now wonder exactly what I was being chosen for—pole dancing?]
[Incidentally, I had reported in the 2013 sittings that one of the lights had come up and rather forcibly grabbed one of my nipples and twisted it before zipping back off into the dark. I related this to Kai after tonight's sitting in 2014, and he shared that the same thing had happened to him at a Lakota yuwipi ceremony, which is a Native American healing and mediumistic event. One of the Native Americans told him that this is not unknown to happen, and means that Spirit is choosing the person for something. Although it didn't happen this year, I kind of missed it. I also now wonder exactly what I was being chosen for—pole dancing?]
After one of the sittings, Kai related about one experiment
where a “pillar” or “cone” of concentrated red light was fixed in the darkness from
ceiling to floor. When the spirit lights were outside the red zone, they
appeared as the usual yellow-green spheres. But when they flew through the red
zone, they appeared as small pieces of flat, white fabric, almost like
kerchiefs that undulated and flapped, like moths near a candle flame.
This was the first physical mediumship sitting for the
sitter to my right, D., [i] who was
practically lit up herself by mixed emotions of excitement and trepidation. At
first, and perhaps like others new to this phenomenon, she sounded a bit
scared, and of course, how could one not be startled when something this weird
and wonderful is happening for the first time? I encouraged D. to thank Spirit and ask for more if she wanted more, and
she began to do so. Spirit seemed to understand her anxiety, as I noticed that
at first the lights often touched our two hands at the same time as they were
clasped together in chain. This way, we both could validate we were having the
same experience at the same time, and not imagining or hallucinating it. I also
noticed that sometimes, even though I could see a light bounce off her leg, I
could feel it as if it were also touching my leg at the same time. Other
sitters also reported this same kind of separate-but-shared experience
afterwards.
Hans then demonstrated how medium could control the movement
of a spirit light object. As asked by Hans, Howie reported aloud that he was
hanging onto medium’s hands, which were apparently moving about in various ways
in the darkness, and that they matched exactly the movements of a spirit light.
This ability was demonstrated for several minutes, and was yet another new
experience for me.
Hans then announced it was time for the trumpet experiment. Made
of cardboard, the wider end of the cone had small, rectangular pieces of glow
tape pasted around it, so that its movements could be followed in the dark. When
asked why the trumpet couldn’t be illuminated at both ends, or on the sides,
Julia explained that this had been tried in the past, but the Chemists found
that this resulted in too much physical light that then interfered with the
energies needed to levitate the trumpet.
In past sittings, Hans would have the trumpet placed near
his foot, and he would then kick it out into the force field, as if to give it
a “boost.” This time, he picked it up and threw it, where it landed next to the
bucket, a considerable distance to cross in pitch blackness. As in the past, we
were asked to collectively count aloud from 5 to 0 and then gently but firmly
squeeze our hands, which would send energy forth to be “skimmed” by the
chemists. We did this twice without success, but upon counting down from 10 to
0, the trumpet began to rock back and forth on the floor, and the levitated
into the air at a level of about 5 feet, and began circling the room. Its
movements became faster and more complex, swirling and turning about in arcs
with unbelievable precision past the faces of sitters. It utilized that high
ceiling to show that it could move far above anyone’s reach. It was soon
touching sitters—on the hands, legs, shoulders, head, even on the face. Like
the spirit lights, it moved so fast past me that I could feel breezes in its
wake. As it had last year, it began to focus more and more on me, bopping me on
the head, poking me in the chest, as if to command, “Laugh, damn you, laugh!” I
found myself filled with such a vibrant energy of love and silliness that later
people were commenting, “Oh, so that was you
who was doing all the crazy laughing across the room!”
After entertaining us for quite a while, the trumpet sank to
the floor, only to quiver and then rise to begin circling the room again. This
attested to the wonderful amount of energy collectively gathered by the sitters
for the Chemists to skim. After about 15 minutes more of activity, the trumpet
descended to the floor and stayed still.
Hans then announced that the Visitor had returned, and once
again we witnessed a kind of glowing or phosphorescent “energy cloud” drift
from the cabinet and out into the room. It was perhaps 1 foot in length and 6
inches in height, moving along the floor at first—very, very slowly—changing
shape and pulsing with its dim light. It then lengthened in height, and
demonstrated clear signs of life as only a living thing can do. One of the
sitters commented that its now long, thin shape appeared to be like that of a
snake, and someone else thought it looked like a cobra as it seemed to “unfold”
and lengthen even more, with a wider shape at the top that gave the appearance
of a head of some kind. By then it was more than 3 feet in height, perhaps 4,
and then levitated above the floor at a distance of about 2 feet. It continued
to undulate forward, still extremely slowly, and then turn around and go back
towards the cabinet, at which point it vanished like steam dissipating.
What I was able to see was that this was not a snake or some
other amorphous form, but an actual person, who was walking extremely and even
agonizingly slowly, almost as if trying to balance on a tight-rope, while
gathering energy and materializing from the ground up. This ground-up materialization
of form has often been seen in many physical mediumship séances, according to
much of the literature. It also appeared to me that this person was either
wearing some kind of flowing fabric that was glowing, or it was an energetic substance
that appeared like fabric and was allowing them to materialize and move.
Hans then utilized the medium to demonstrate ectoplasm. As
in the past, Hans would give the foot-tapping signal for Julia and Howie to
open the cabinet curtains and turn on the red dimmer light, and we watched as
the medium’s hands pulled the mysterious bright white, web-like substance from
the mouth toward the floor. This process of opening and closing the cabinet
happened several more times before there was enough ectoplasm gather on the floor
between the medium’s legs. It was clearly seen that the substance was pulsating
as if alive and breathing, and slowly a hand-like form briefly emerged from it,
with fingers waving slowly at us. It then reshaped itself into an ambiguous,
mound-like shape, from which emerged the special apport for G., the sitter who
had not arrived that night due to circumstances of health.
Hans explained that this apport was actually created by the
Chemists using substances from various dimensions. At the beginning of the séance,
when Hans was alerting us about this forth-coming apport, he spoke about the
spiritual qualities of the human eye. In somewhat halting, metaphysical terms,
he seemed to be saying that the eye was a portal not to just the brain, but to
many greater dimensions. Further, that as it perceived, it not only projected,
but also gathered energies, which could then be utilized in an unlimited number
of creative ways in one’s universe. The apport the Chemists created for G. would
be such an artifact, using energies that had been collected by the combined
visual energies of that night’s group of sitters, as well as from persons of
healing in other spiritual dimensions As can be seen in the photo of this
apport, its clear, polished crystalline structure supports the concept of
gathered, focused and crystallized light energies. [ii]
As the energies of sitters and Spirit alike began to wane,
and bladders waxed, the energy began to slow and subside, and we began to close
the night’s circle. But not before Hans spoke for a few minutes further about
how the Chemists worked, using quantum forces that relayed information “at the
tips” of the forces, through folded space-time. Indeed, as mentioned in some
detail in the 2013report, Hans had referred to ectoplasm as an “artifact resulting as a
side-effect of the Chemists’ attempts to cross-breed two different dimensional
realities.” He also referred to it during several sittings as “something that
received the Chemists’ information” and which then “mirrored” it as form and
movement. It was also information from our own dreams and subconscious images that
could also be mirrored by the beginning ectoplasmic energies and then be drawn
back to us with bumps and caresses. He also repeated something I’ve heard from
him several times—that we on Earth are projections from a higher into a lower
dimension; we don’t usually realize this consciously. Spirit does consciously
exists in an informational dimension. He has often referred to himself and his
Spirit Team as “of the informational.”
To demonstrate what I might call a “side-effect” of the
residual energy left from the quantum informational transfer, Hans and the
Chemists somehow used the energy to release intensely bright flashes of
ultra-white light, which was practically blinding to us even though it was
contained in the cabinet, and only some of it escaped through the spaces in the
fabric of the cabinet.
The Circle was then closed with a spiritual declaration of thankfulness
and love, which was further enhanced by the wonderful food Howie and Christina
had provided for the grateful but weary, hungry explorers of Spirit.
After this séance and the table tipping sitting, there was
time spent processing about our individual and collective experiences, and it
was mutually agreed that while external, environmental factors played
significant parts in how we perceived the phenomena, the internal environment
of each sitter played perhaps an even greater part in determining individual
and collective experiences. One sitter, S., emphasized the need for
entrainment. defined as the tendency for two oscillating bodies to synchronize
and lock into phase so that they vibrate in harmony. Entrainment is universal,
appearing in chemistry, biology, psychology, astronomy, architecture and many
more realms. Examples are playground swings that are swinging out of sync but
then adjust, or one may be in a clock store and notice the pendulum clocks of
the same size swinging back and forth in unison. Scientists believe that small
amounts of energy are transferred between the two systems when they are out of
phase in such a way as to produce negative feedback, thereby manifesting a more
stable phase relationship.
I would add that not only is entrainment between sitters is
necessary for a successful sitting, but between sitters and those in Spirit. I
can understand if someone might think about those in spirit in over-serious and
solemn terms, hoping to show their earnestness and respect. These are good
qualities, of course, but we must not act as if we’re the Pilgrims landing on
Plymouth Rock—quite the reverse! I’m rather thankful for the darkness of the séance
room, for if anyone could have seen my facial expressions and body language,
surely they would have thought that either I was channeling a 4-year old little
boy who could barely contain himself waiting for Christmas morning, or had
finally stepped over the line between sane and insane facial expressions and
body behavior. I can only feel a little sad for any pilgrims who might have
been in the room.
In terms of security measures, I find myself wondering what
the future holds. At this point, Julia can use a metal detector wand, and we
can leave our jewelry and technology outside the room. But at some point,
perhaps not too distant in the future, people will begin having technology
implanted, going from “google glasses” to lenses in the eyes and chips in the
brain. Such things are no longer science fiction but actual facts. People will
be able to record events directly from their bodies. Will it be even less
possible to provide the safety needed for the sake of the medium and the
phenomena, or even impossible at some point?
And so, as I close this report, I would like to repeat what
was suggested at the end of the last
report:
Suggestions to
Maximize a Sitting Experience.
1)
Inspiration.
Knowledge is not only power, it exercises and expands one’s mental realm,
increasing the space for more. The more data the brain has to work with, the
greater one’s creative output. When there is more creative activity, higher
vibrations will develop which quiets anxiety and allows one to rise to still
higher states of awareness. Serious sitters should strive to learn all they can
about physical mediumship—not only techniques and process, but its history.
Connecting with the literature will connect one with the spirit energies still
actively inherent in it.
2)
Participation.
When Hans said to “enter into the spirit of it” he meant it literally. We speak
of “the spirit of a thing,” like that of Christmas or Hallowe’en. One must
venture deeply inward during a physical séance, allowing the psyche to become
electrified with emotional inspiration yet without becoming intoxicated—this is
why one must also be grounded and sane, for these are very powerful forces. A
most effective way of achieving this is to deliberately connect with someone in
Spirit—yet another reason why issues of grief must be resolved. My link with
Tim remains active and vibrant, one of love and passion, and I opened myself to
feeling his loving presence and even his substantiality so strongly that I wept
with a feeling best described as “triumphant relief.”
3)
3) Celebration.
Kai and Hans insisted that sitters not just sit there, but do something. And
not in silence—for if ever there was an occasion that requires each person to
abandon all shyness and bare their rowdy divinity, this was it. Sing, laugh and applaud as if this was the
first day of your new life! A celebration also means gifts, which can only come
through giving—so we must give more to receive more.
[I also sat at a table-tipping sitting two nights after this
main sitting, and hope to present my report in a future posting.]
[i] Unless
permission was able to be obtained to reveal full names, sitters are
represented by an initial—not just for confidentiality purposes but to
acknowledge their contribution.
[ii] Thanks
to Roberto H. for the splendid photo of G.’s apport, and to Jack P. for that of
the Buddah statue.
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