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My
family had a little bit of magic or something else going on for
years. I have seen references to something like this from time to
time, but no one can explain exactly what it is. But I have witnessed
it and I have no reason to make up something so
silly.
I
will tell you about it.
We
called it "the Little Table." I could be any table, I
guess, but ours was a cheap old card table with wooden legs
and
a cardboard top. I don't think you could do this with a heavy wooden
table. I never got to "play" with it, as I was too
young, but I watched it many times over a period of twenty years.
When I got old enough to play with it, nobody seemed interested in it
anymore.
It
was basically simple: sit four people at the table and go. Go where
you ask?
The
most important rule was, you had to believe. If you did not, it
wouldn't rise. That's right, rise. Now it didn't lift completely off
the floor, it lifted two legs and balanced itself like
that. Before
it rose, everyone had to rub their hands together and lightly place
them flat on top of the table. You then began to coax it to rise.
Anyone
could do the coaxing. It would go like this: "Come on little
table, rise, rise up little table, come on, be good tonight."
Like that.
Sometimes
it would lift almost immediately and other times it would take
several minutes. On occasion, it would not respond. You had
to
keep your hands on the table, or it would quit. And you could most
definitely not insult it. If someone on the table said, "Oh,
this is a bunch of crap." The table would instantly drop to the
floor and that would be it for the night.
The
whole purpose of the exercise is just to have some fun asking it
questions. You would inform it to, "tap once for yes and
twice for no," and it would do so.
You
could also ask it any questions that had to do with numbers, dates,
how many times, etc. Some people think it is being maneuvered
by
the person on the bottom. No, it is impossible to do that undetected
and would be very hard to do in the first place. I don't know any
professional magicians. Also, the table does not always rise on the
same two legs. And no one in my family has mystic powers.
The
most amazing thing I ever saw the table do was in Blowing Rock, North
Carolina. We were visiting our friends, the Blackwells; the folks who
ran the Pioneer House in Fort Lauderdale.
One
evening we started playing with the table and Ed, calling it
nonsense, went into the next room to read the newspaper. On the table
were my grandmother and sister and Ed's wife and
daughter. They
thought it would be fun to harass Ed, so they told the table to "Go
get him, table." So it did.
It
started slamming down on the floor, which would scoot it several feet
on the hardwood floor, rising up and slamming down again and again,
until it reached the chair Ed was sitting in and tried to climb on
his lap. He panicked, threw his paper aside and huffed out of
the room, mad as a bull, while we roared with laughter.
No
one had control of the table during all of that. They were all
scrambling to keep hands on it as it moved across the floor to see
what happened.
We
finally just kind of quit doing the table as some folks flat didn't
believe it and others were afraid of it.
It
is spooky and every once in a while, I will come across some
reference to something similar, but the mystery of exactly what was
going on remains unanswered to me.