OddThinking

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Worst. Psychic. Ever.

Background Information

In the early afternoon of the first Tuesday in November, 1975, the Melbourne Cup horse-race was held. No-one knows who won that race, or who was the trainer. And though many years have passed since the incident, mystery still surrounds the race.

Preliminary Thoughts

I didn’t remember the race because I was so young when it happened. I began this psychic investigation knowing next to nothing about the winner.

Psychic Connection

During Happy Hour, I got into my relaxation mode and successfully connected to the Flemington Race Track. It was if I was watching the race on a televised screen, and yet at the same time, I was there. I couldn’t smell the horses, as I was there in mind, not nose.

I was met by the spirit of an older, gray-haired man. He said was working for Bart Cummins.

I asked him who had won, and he said “Think Big!”

When questioned further he said only, “Correct weight!”

Then I snapped out of it. It was midnight and the bar was closing. I was very hungry, which often happens at closing time.

Research

It turns out the winner of the 1975 Melbourne Cup was indeed a horse called Think Big, who was trained by Bart Cummings. (Cummings versus Cummins – I was close!)

Conclusion

My psychic connection was almost spot on… and yet my psychic senses detect that some people are skeptical of my skills… they are thinking… wait, the message is coming through: WORST… PSYCHIC… EVER!

No, I am not the worst psychic ever! Here’s my proof: The Sinking of the SS Edmund Fitzgerald.

(I would warn you about the sound that is auto-played when you click on that link, but you will really miss out if you don’t experience it at full volume.)


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