To Tip Or Not To Tip?

I had heard some pretty amazing stories about the Mill Agent’s House in Vassalboro, but it wasn’t until the MGH Psychic-Sensitive Investigation and “Lungs for Shawn” Fundraiser on October 20th that I was able to experience it firsthand. We were joined by a group of talented psychics and sensitives who shared their gift of spirit communication through medium visions, tarot readings, table tipping, and more.

When it comes to paranormal investigation, I’ve always preferred a scientific approach. It’s not that I don’t believe in psychic abilities; I truly do. However, I’ve always been skeptical of things I can’t see, hear, or experience myself, whether personally or through recorded/documented evidence. That being said, I had an open mind, and I was eager to experience and learn as much as I could from this talented group.  

It was in the attic of the house that I was introduced to table tipping. In table tipping, a small group of individuals lightly place their fingertips on a small wooden table. It is believed spirits then respond to questions and interact with the group through movement of the table – vibrations, rocking, spinning, etc. I had seen table tipping in videos, and, I must admit, the movements always looked a little “too good to be true”. Was one of the people deliberately moving the table to fool the others? Was there something special about the table, perhaps wires or magnets, that made it appear to be moving on its own? What was really going on?

In the attic, a small table was placed in the middle of the floor. I was videotaping and watched through my camera as four people gathered around the table, placed their hands upon it, and started to ask questions. The table began to move, slowly at first, until it was rocking and spinning. I listened to the excitement of the group reacting to the movement, but I still had my doubts. The skeptic in me still could not believe it was 100% legitimate.

Well, I can tell you that all of that changed when I was asked to take a turn at the table. I looked the table over, but there was nothing unusual about it. It was not connected to anything in any way. Hmmmm. I put the fingers of my right hand on the table and readied myself. We began asking questions. At first, the table did not move. I could feel a light vibration from time to time, but nothing more. My inner skeptic was feeling pretty vindicated at that point.

After a bit, one of the men in the group opted to switch out with another person. After he left, the table began to move a little more, eventually progressing to a slow rocking. Um, what was this all about? I studied the hands and feet of my fellow table tippers, and none of them appeared to be applying any pressure to the table at all. Hmmm. I asked if the spirit moving the table preferred to talk to women, and the table began spinning wildly, rocking from leg to leg as it spun. It spun with such force that we had to circle around the table, following it as it moved. It was at this point that my inner skeptic threw in the towel. I watched the hands of my fellow tippers, and I saw that they too were struggling to keep their fingers on the table as it gyrated about. There was no way any one of them could be causing it to spin with such force when they could barely keep contact with the table. What impressed me even more was how the table reacted when questions were asked. “Yes” answers resulted in rocking or spinning of varying intensities, and “no” answers resulted in the table coming to a sudden stop. To experience the table spinning and rocking with such power only to come to an instant and complete stop was unbelievable. There is no way that someone could quickly stop the wildly spinning table without their actions being visually obvious to the rest of us.

Through our questions, we learned that the spirit we were interacting with was a male between the ages of 30 and 40. He had not married, and said he was lonely. He indicated that he had wanted children but had none. He said he was a sailor who had lived in the house, and he was killed by Native Americans. It was intriguing. After a while, the table stopped moving and no longer reacted to any of our questions, indicating that he was no longer with us. With a raised brow, my head shaking in disbelief, and my inner skeptic deflated, I took my place once again behind the camera.  

They say that seeing is believing. For table tipping, seeing just wasn’t enough for me. I had to experience it myself. I am still in awe at how intense the whole experience was. I can tell you that I am now a believer. It was a wild ride, one I can’t wait to try again.

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