Session 5: October 10th 2014
Present: DI, JM, NM, MR
Held at the Barbican. A wonderfully discreet venue, not an eyebrow raised . The session was audio-, not video- recorded.
Ouija session was lively but confusing. Mostly unintelligible jumbles of hard-to-use consenants. Very few vowels. Hardly any recognisable words. Psychometry was more fruitful. Vax was asked to reveal our fortunes, which he did obligingly. Here follows an extract from one of the 3 transcripts I made, and a transcript of a psychometry session.
Extract from transcript 1:
JM: Good evening Vax. ok … yeah. Let’s go.
Spirit: B.O.N.
NM: Is it an N?
DI: It might be a Y - BOY
JM: Is it Y or N?
NM: Could be ‘BOM’
DI well that’s Z isn’t it?
JM: Oh yeah. It isn’t an ‘N’.
JM: BOY
NM: Is it ‘BOY’?
Spirit: C
JM: BOYC
Spirit: Z
NM: I was going to bring the Man2Man meets Man Parish but I thought it was the wrong time period: I’d forgotten that those ages were the ages at death
JM: Right. Vax.
Spirit: O.A.L.
NM: A bit older than I thought. Than he claims to be.
Spirit: Z
NM: Well maybe he’s 50.
JM: O A L Z.
JM: O A L Z H
JM: O A L Z H X J
JM: A load of gobbledegook.
SPIRIT: V
JM: Jesus!
NM: Concentrating properly
MR: Is this in English?
Spirit: J. Q [or P]. B. M. X.
NM: Bike?
JM: Wot you saying Vax?
JM: OK who is it
NM: Have you actually asked whether it’s Vax?
JM: No. Is that Vax?
JM: I like your logic matthew?
MR: Just because they’re dead doesn’t mean they can’t think
JM: [to MR] do you think that’s one of the best things you’ve ever said?
MR: I hope not
JM: We love you Vax… we love you… LETS GO!
Spirit: F. No. F.O.A.R.
MR: PHWOAR!
Spirit:D
NM: FOARD?
JM: Baby!
[unidentifyable] BABY FORD
NM: He’s still alive isn’t he?
Spirit: P. A. N. Goodbye.
JM: OK. FOARD. [unintelligble]
DI: Yes, I said to you we should try and get hold of dead rappers. Biggie Small. Tupac
MR: Look, look
NM: It’s back!
JM: The beetle’s back
DI: Yes there are a lot of flies here actually
JM: it’s going straight for the liquid again
DI: Did you get the emails that said bring something Russian?
MR: Yes I did and I was going to bring…
NM: … something that could have been a possession of Vaxes
JM: Come on Vax is probably getting impatient. Right, ok. Is anybody there? And if so, name yourself Spirit: H.I.
JM: Who are you?
MR: Are you ok?
[mumbling]
Spirit: N. Y.
JM New York? Nick Yarrow?
Spirit: N.Y.I.
NM: New York Institute?
Spirit: O
NM: Try again, spirit, please
Spirit: Y.O.
Spirit: X. F. U. G.
NM: Fug, XF Fug
Spirit: C
JM: XFUGC
MR: … lower ground floor. Should be outside.
DI: Closer to hell.
NM: [uninteligble] exactly
Spirit: L. O.
NM: it’s trying again. Was confused before.
JM: Hello
NM: Maybe its different people coming through…
Spirit: D.I.Q.F.W.C. Hello. Goodbye
Psychometry interlude:
JM does psychometry with NM’s penguin.
JM: I’m getting a goal post. Like on a football pitch. And i’m getting marshmallows - pink and white. I think this man used to wear marshmallows about his person. Sounds a little odd, but I think he was an eccentric
DI: You don’t say
JM: and I’m getting lipstick… bright red lipstick. smearrred all over the bottom half - the front of a face. I can’t tell if it’s a MAN or a WOMAN. Now I’m getting rain clouds… rain clouds. I think that’s symbolic. There’s rainclouds over this person and they’re pouring down on their HEAD. I think they are quite depressed and low. But there’s also a little hobgoblin nippin around in the rainclouds...I think he was a little imp when he got going. That’s all
[silence and some mumbled discussion]
JM tries with Vax psychometry object brought by DI.
JM: I’m gettin… sparklers. Like you see at Bonfire Night. I’m getting sparklers run all around someone’s face. He’s a very handsome young man. He is, but he doesn’t know it. He thinks he’s a piece of shit… He’s not a piece of shit, he’s really good looking. The tragedy is he doesn’t see it. I’m gettin SPARKLERS all around his FACE! I’m gettin a soiled bed like Tracy Emin’s bed. [gutteral noise] they’re drawin’ back the covers [nearly corpsing] … there’s faeces in the bed! There’s faeces in the bed! I don’t know what that means. It might be symbolic. I’m gettin a big slice of lemon, merangue, pie. I think that’s all.
JM: Anyone else?
NM does psychometry on penguin.
NM: I’m getting quiet… boredom… hunger… cold, pink, frosty, sausage, fish (I know it’s a penguin, but…). Yeah, cod. Blue? Carpet? Red carpet? Reddish brown carpet - not Hollywood red. Warm. Black and white television. Em. The radio. Burgers. Traffic, concrete, rain, flour, dumpling, bit of warm skin, lemon, sherberty lemon.. gone.
MR does psychometry on glasses.
MR: America, desert road, the thought of the police, an open top car, a kind of quiet acceptance. An older person, about 50, maybe a little bit younger, heavy breathing, slight itchy arms. That’s all I’m getting.
[Following this, further transcribed sessions]
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