edgar-mitchell

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only psychokinesis but telekinesis (the ability to transport a material object
by mental means) as well, I challenged him one day to recover a camera
that we had jettisoned while on the moon in February nearly two years
before. It had a serial number recorded somewhere in NASA files, which
I didn’t know. Of course, were that camera suddenly to appear, it would
have been a valid telekinetic event. At least I would know it was valid.
Somehow this seemed to spur a flurry of strange happenings.
As we were sitting at a table in the SRI cafeteria a few days after this
challenge, Uri asked for a dish of ice cream for dessert, which the waitress
brought to him a few minutes later. After the second or third bite, Uri
cried out in pain, and then blood seeped from his lips. From his mouth he
took a blob of ice cream with a tiny metal edge protruding from it. He
handed it to me, and I washed it in my water glass in full view of the seven
or eight of us at the table. What I discovered was a silver miniature hunting
arrow mounted over the silver image of a longhorn sheep, the sort of
emblem an archery aficionado might have for a tie clasp or a medallion. I
was utterly taken aback, utterly unprepared for what I recognized.
Though I’ve never been an archer, I had been given a tie bar with such
an emblem a couple of years earlier when I visited an archery vendor’s
booth at a trade show. But I lost it shortly thereafter, along with an entire
box of tie pins and cuff links during one of my frequent trips to and from
Cape Kennedy in support of Apollo 16 the year before—long before I’d ever
heard of Uri Geller.
We all nervously chuckled at what had just happened, then returned
to the lab for an afternoon’s work. But the oddities continued. While momentarily
alone in the little lab, I heard the strike of metal against the tile
floor outside. I turned just in time to see Dr. Puthoff pick up something
small and shiny. He didn’t know what it was or where it came from; it just
seemed to fall out of nowhere and land at his feet. When he handed it to
me I saw that it was the tie bar that matched the emblem that had appeared
in the ice cream. Even the broken solder joint matched, though
when I had last seen the two, they were one piece. The atmosphere was
growing downright eerie.
After some nervous laughter, Puthoff and I walked into the lab and
began working with the apparatus for another afternoon’s experiment. As
we stood by ourselves at the laboratory table we both caught a glimpse of
something as it dropped between us to the floor. After a moment of bewilderment,
I reached down to pick it up. Here was a pearl tie pin my brother
had given me as a gift after his military duty in Okinawa, which I’d kept in
the same lost jewelry box. Three of Edgar Mitchell’s lost articles recovered
telekinetically within the span of 30 minutes. But no camera. Startling
phenomena, but accepted science still remained just outside the