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Broken Glass

A phenomenon has occurred several times to me over the past years. Whether it’s related to any paranormal activities, I cannot truthfully say, (Although I’ve recently read an article that states that Poltergeists use this same type of ability.) but it is worthy of exploring and asking the readers, like yourself, for any beneficial information you can pass along concerning the following events. It involves a certain uncanny ability that I’m not very well educated with; maybe someone out there can offer some suggestions. I’ve been told recently that everyone has the potential to be able to be telekinetic, and that the following story is related to Psychokinesis (literally meaning "mind-movement" or re-shaping objects using the mind's energies, whether intentionally or not.)

I will begin with one example that happened many, many moons ago, when I was a teenager in high school, I remember sitting through a suffering dialogue from a monotone teacher who was speaking to the entire school body in the auditorium. It was a private school, I’d say with fewer than 800 students, so it wasn’t an exceptionally huge crowd, but it was, to my ears, an extremely boring event nonetheless. A short time into his speech, I began focusing on the tie around his neck and was wishing it would get tighter as to choke off the rest of his monotonous vocalization. It was almost trance like, my behavior was at that time, as I was fixated on that tie, putting all my concentration into its tightening around his neck. All I could hear after awhile was the sound of my own breathing, it was if I was underwater with a snorkel listening to the harsh inhales and exhales going through a plastic tube. I can’t recall how long I was in that intense mode but I do know I was slowly brought back to reality when the speaker, after repeatedly trying to loosen his tie several times during his talk, offered his apologies in a tight, gasping whisper and exited the podium while trying to undo his tie. For years I never told anyone about that incident, thinking they would laugh and call it all a freaky co-incidence, which I too believed, but somewhere in the back of my mind there was that nagging, ‘what if?’

Now, to a more recent occurrence, (I’m skipping through ‘many many moons’ of incidences so this won’t turn into a novel.) which involves ordinary drinking glasses. During the past year and a half, there were two separate occasions that a drinking glass I was holding actually broke. Now, this may not sound amazing at all, but it is to ‘how’ the glass broke that is stunning; in other words, ‘what’ it looked like afterwards. Allow me to explain briefly and then I will insert a photo for your examination. In both instances, the drinking glass’s instantly shattered within my grip, but held together for a second or two before avalanching over the sides of my fingers into the floor, (or one time on the table.) I know, I know, this still isn’t catching your attention, is it? But, the glass itself, did not break in the regular fashion that glass breaks; in a mirage of shards, pointed edges and tiny particles you step on later with bare feet after you thought you swept up all the debris. These glasses broke into the same type fragments that safety glass does on an automobile windshield. And, they were two different styles of drinking glasses, meaning they were not made from the same mold, or purchased at the same time together.

Note that some of the larger pieces are still connected but with the same veining pattern as safety glass reveals after being smashed. I want to note also that the larger pieces are smooth to the touch on the outside and inside surface; it seems like bolts of lightning went through the middle of the thickness of the glass and produced the pattern that you see.

Here is a close up of one piece. You can actually touch the edges without being cut. It’s almost like touching melting ice, or running your finger tip across the top layers of your molars inside your mouth; smooth and bumpy but not sharp enough to cut through skin.

The larger pieces don’t fall apart; they seem melded together.

In relation to both occurrences, I was stressed out at each time. With the first time, my son had several of his friends over to spend the night and they had been getting quite rambunctious; so much in fact that I had to take another Prozac to calm my nerves. I was sitting at the kitchen table trying to enjoy a cigarette and a moments peace with a glass of soda, when they all came running down the hallway playfully screaming, “WHEN WILL THE PIZZA BE READY???” Before all of them, the glass in my hand made distinct audibly loud cracking sounds, then with a shrill electric type shocking sound it crumbled away to the table. All of them stood stunned with their mouths wide open. Some of them slinked away back down the hallway, and a few of them stayed to inspect the mess before me, never saying a word.

The second time it happened, involving another drinking glass, a family friend of ours was visiting. He was in is usual ‘poor me baby mood’, constantly complaining about his life, his work, his relationships, etc…it was all total negativity. I’m rather a normal patient person and offer much counseling, positive feedback, uplifting suggestions, etc…to people like this, but this was his third visit for the week and he just kept getting more and more frustrating to deal with. Again, I had a glass in my hand while standing a few feet from him; his droning voice of irritablility and continual crabbiness was like a bass drum in my head playing the tune for a booming sinus headache. The glass, with tea this time, began making a cracking sound that amplified with each lightning bolt of energy that was traveling through the shape of the container. It too ended with the same shrill explosion like the popping of a sudden shock of electricity and the pieces fell apart over the side of my hand, in the same condition as the first; like safety glass melded together in hunks. And at the same time the ‘electric shock’ happened, a light bulb above me in the ceiling fan blew out inside with a loud ‘POP’. Needless to say, the visitor fell backward in his chair, stunned.

And, I’ve since started using the cheap plastic cups from fast food restaurants.

Here is one more shot of the broken glass.

-Jan Thompson.