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leaning back against the sign, puffing on old cigars. They aresitting there, shooting funny, barbed insults back and forth ateach other, and God is having the time of His life, enjoying thisvery funny, very fussy old coot that He took such care in handmaking,out of His love for the future of mankind.”ROBERT M KNIGHT“How I met Ingo was I did some work for John Alexander, I shotsome pictures for a book he was doing, and john said whatcan I do for you to repay you, and i said introduce me to IngoSwann, and he tried four times and Ingo refused to meet me.Later on my wife was on her way to Germany and I had to goto NY for a photography shoot, and so I got hold of John andsaid, please try Ingo one more time, so he agree and tried withIngo. he later came back to me and said ‘Ingo said to say thathe’s old, lonely and fat and no one loves him’ or something likethat, and I said tellIngo I’m old, I’m fatand no one lovesme either. Afterthis - Ingo agreedto meet me.So, he said hewould give me 20minutes, so I flewto New York andhe met me on thestoop and I hada bag with me.Ingo was puffingon his cigar andhe goes ‘so whatdo you want toknow?’ and I said‘well what do youmean?’ - and hesaid; ‘well everybody that comes here either wants to talkabout themselves or they want to about when they are goingto die or whatever’, he said; ‘what’s the one question that’sbothering you that you want the answer to?’ And I thoughtboy I haven’t even thought about that right, because that wasnot why I was there, so I turned to him and said ‘do psychicslose their keys’. That was my big question. He looked at me,smiled and he said; ‘all the time’. That broke the ice.So we started talking and then Ingo said well in about 20minutes some pigeons are going to fly over New York city andthey are going to circle around, land in the street, then formthe street to the curb, and then they are going to jump onmy feet, if one pigeon sits on your shoe you can come in thehouse, if they don’t, you need to leave. i’m like wow! - this isreally out there, so we continue to talk and sure enough thisflock of birds came flying around, landed in the street - on theBowery, then up on the curb and about four of them sat onIngo’s shoes and then one hopped over on mine, and he says‘you know what this means’, and I said; ‘ yeah you don’t owna cat’ - and he cracked-up again. I then said; ‘are they yourpigeons’, and he said; ‘no’, I then asked #have they ever donethat before#, and Ingo replied ‘no’, and i said ‘well how didyou know’, and he says ‘well i am the world’s greatest fuckingpsychic aren’t I’.Then he turned to me and said - ‘you have three objects inyour black bag, and he said, you can bring two of them outbut the third needs to stay in the bag. and you don’t knowwhether I like red wine or white wine but I do like red, so bringthe red one. He invited me in the house and said I could haveanother hour. So we drank that bottle of wine, and then hepopped two more bottle of wine and I was there for aboutfive more hours and then he said lets go to dinner and I said‘well you must know who’s going to pay as you are the world’sgreatest fucking psychic’ and he said; ‘yes - you!’So we go to dinnernear his house andQuentin Crisp walksup to us, and Ingo’slike ‘Hi Quentin’,and Quentin’s like‘Hi Ingo’, and Ingosays; ‘meet my friendRobert’, so QuentinCrisps says to me‘oh hello’ . You knowQuentin wrote thebook ‘ The Naked CivilServant’ and thatwas all very cordialand everything andhe eventually wandersaway. Then Ingo© Robert M Knight says to me ‘oh poorQuentin he’s goingto die soon’ and I said; ‘what’ and he said; ‘ he’s going to diesoon’ and I said; ‘ how do you know?’ and he said: ‘ Oh he hasno aura’. I said ‘you see auras too?’ And he’s said ‘oh yes yourslooks really cool’. You know what, the next day Quentin Crispdied. That was my introduction to Ingo Swann.He had what I call psychic Tourette’s, because he wasn’t a naturalpsychic. Besides being a Remote Viewer - he would havethese ‘psychic Tourette’s’ moments I called them - he wouldblurt things out.At one time I was continuously asking him who would win theelection between Bush and Gore, and he goes; ‘ Oh I don’twant to talk about it’ and I go; ‘why?’ and he said; ‘well youwouldn’t understand because first Bush wins then he losesthen Gore wins, then he loses, then Bush wins’ which of coursemade no sense. Then eight weeks out it made total sense.Ingo’s life but he was so many other things beyond being just a16 *eight martinis