Tamara Chelseys Car.
For a time during 1973 and 1974, I used to assist a young woman called Tamara Chelsey, who ran a motivation school
of a kind that was oriented towards clearing peoples minds and bringing out their latent psychic
talents. She provided most of the participants, but some were selected patients and ex-patients of mine. The motivation
seminar would rightly be seen as a heavy deal for some hard nuts to be crackedsomething I would
not now contemplate. There are easier ways, like the Akashic Construct.
Among the participants there were always a few past students, using the weekend-long seminar as a refresher course.
They would sometimes assist with the procedures, and not be charged for partaking. Young Jeremy Corbett, a student
of medicine, would always be there, and inevitably badger Tamara about wanting to buy her old bomb of a car when
she could finally afford to get for herself the classy little vehicle she always wanted.
Time and again I heard Tamara say, Oh, Jeremy! You do not want my car! Its sheer mind over matter that
keeps it going! If my Spirit Guides ever leave me, it will just fall apart from sheer exhaustion. Tamara knew
the Urantia Midwayers. She was a healer, and then some. Surprisingly, she believed the 1,111 to be engineers, as
Finally the day came when Tamara announced her new vehicle would be ready that weekend. Her husband would drive
it to the venue late on the Sunday night to pick her up, and Jeremy had finally convinced her to sell him that old
That evening, just a little after 9 PM, Jeremy lost the tail shaft of Tamara car. As he came to a stop, the near
front wheel buckled and broke off from its last two studs, and as he stepped out, the drivers side door fell
off its hinges. The whole mess was towed away for scrap.
Just a little over a mile from our venue, smack on one of the fast lanes of the busiest bridge in town, Tamaras
old car had died a sudden death, and the prophetess, Tamara Chelsey, had once more proved the accuracy
of that long-standing predictionone of very many.
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