Abby's journal



April 18, 2018


You may recall that I have promised to try to bring Steve, i.e., to bring within his "orbit," something that definitely (and demonstrably) belonged to me, when I was Abby. This is extremely difficult to do. But I have also told him, while I am waiting to "pounce" on such a thing, if it ever comes around within "reach," that I will send him things that did belong to me, but which can't be 100% proven as such. (He will know that I did it, some day.)

So, I did this again, as it seems to Steve, but as is typical in these cases, he doesn't know, for sure. This poses a challenge for our channeling; but it also provides a glimpse into how we channel. Because obviously I know; but Steve doesn't know. Should he write what he feels? Should he remain 100% objective?

Yes. ;-)

So, here is the situation. Steve has one more "hole" in his apartment for a piece of furniture, in a corner of the bathroom, and he has been taking his time finding just the right one. This is because his new attic apartment has limited space; and also because it is very difficult to get rid of anything large, in Portland, once you have it. You would have to sell it again, or take it to a dump; you aren't supposed to just put it on the curb, and there are no dumpsters, as there were in North Myrtle Beach where he lived, before.

So Steve has been looking for this last piece of furniture, making a game of it, and he learns of a new antique shop in the neighborhood, from the owner of the little shop that is just down the street. He peeks in the window, and he doesn't see what he is looking for, but he does spy a piano stool.

Now, when Steve was a little boy, he was very intrigued by a piano stool--you know, the ones that adjust in height with a corkscrew mechanism--in the old Victorian house of his grandparents. In fact, that entire house was magical to him, and this stool in particular--and you know what that means. It means past-life impressions coming through. So he was very interested in this stool. But the shop was closed; and even when it was supposed to be open, it was still closed; and it seemed that it wasn't going to be easy to see this stool.

Meanwhile, looking at it (again) through the window, he could see that it had a little chair back on it. This was disappointing, because it wasn't like the one at his grandparents' house. Still, when he was finally able to find the shop open, and saw it up-close, and asked about it, he learned that it did, indeed, go back to my era, and probably even the era of my own childhood, in the early 1800's. It was in quite good shape, with claw feet holding little crystal glass orbs. The shop owner said she had been in business for many years, and this was the first one she had ever seen of this era, in good condition. Steve bought it.

Now, we have just the place for it, against a wall near the piano. Oh, Steve wants to add that he asked the shop owner, and she said it came from a house "here in Falmouth," i.e., just above Portland. And he thought about the synchronicity of it being available, and being so rare, and being from my era; and he wondered, "Could Abby have owned it? Or even just used it, once?" Mathew used to go to auctions and sales, and buy things for me that were just a little "dented," you know, that were upper-class, to make me feel more comfortable in our modest home. Could this be one of the things he bought for me, at a sale?

Steve thought I might be saying, "Yes." Running the numbers, he learned that when we moved there in 1839, Portland had a population of about 15,000. So he would say that the number of pianos in the city at that time (given that they were expensive and not every family could afford one), had to be in the hundreds. (Actually, he started out saying "thouands," and he felt me interject, "No, hundreds," and then he ran the numbers.)

So maybe there is a 500-to-1, or 300-to-1, chance that I sat on this chair, statistically, if it was indeed originally from the area. It would not have been new, since it goes back further than 1839; it would have been used. And Steve notes that one of the little crystal balls clutched in one of the claw feet, is chipped; so if that damage was early, it could have ended up in a second-hand sale, where Matt could have afforded it.

Steve "inaugurated" it by playing some of the tunes that I used to play, from a book that, once again, I could have played from. Then, a little later, he stood behind it and noted some wear on the "wings," on the top. Suddenly a memory, or thought, came to him--did he stand behind that chair, to one side, with his hand resting on that place, watching me play? I gave him the thought, "To turn the pages for me."

So have I now confirmed that I actually sat in that chair, and played piano, while Matt stood behind and turned the pages for me?

Have I?

You see Steve's dilemma. We can't prove it--but everything he knows about the way I work, tells him it may indeed be so.

So, he will just treat this chair with a little more reverence, not knowing if it could be true. And he will wait for any more bursts of insight or memory to come from it. And we will use it (again ;-).

Love to each and all,


P.S. Steve wants me to mention that he did some poking around, and these stools are not so uncommon; except that the early ones, in good condition, might be; which is what the shop owner, assuming she was being honest, was saying. The dates seem to range from 1800 to the early 1900's. Steve can find no indication of a manufacturer, which might in itself be a clue to its age. An expert might be able to disprove that this is an early one; and if so, then Steve's channeling, given that I am hinting I could have sat in it, would be off. This is fine, too--we take it in the spirit of adventure. Whether I am real, or channeling is possible, is not at issue, for us. Each mistake makes us better at it--but beware of cynics who want so much to disprove things, that they grasp at the first contrary bit of expert advice they come across, and don't look further into the matter.--A

P.S. from Steve: All I can find online is that this type of chair does go back into the 19th century, but most of them are early 20th century. Most of those from the 19th century don't go back to Abby's era, in the late 1830's. However, the later ones seem to have a manufacturer's stamp in the iron plate underneath, while this one is unmarked. If this was not a stool that Abby could have sat in, that wouldn't necessarily preclude the past-life impression I got, of standing behind Abby; and my perceived communication from her, about turning pages; from being correct. Only if there were no piano stools with chair backs in the late 1830's, could one say definitely that the memory was at least partly imagination (i.e., the part about resting my hand on the chair back). In that case, it would simply indicate that there is still too much of imagination in our channeling, and I need to "tighten up." (Logically, even given the worst-case scenario, I can't conclude that it is all imagination, because there have been too many instances where our communication has been objectively validated.) I did find one such chair from this early period, made in England. It seems to be extraordinarily hard to find much historical information on them, at all. As for the shop-owner's veracity, I questioned her carefully and she was quite adamant that it went back to the early 1800's, at least the 1830's and possibly earlier; and that she had been in the business for many years (she told me how long, but I've forgotten), and she had never seen one this early in such good condition. Admittedly, it's possible she was embellishing to make a sale; or that she simply isn't as knowledgeable as she thinks she is. The price I paid, $75, seems about right for a plain model with some wear and scratches, which was a little wobbly until I tightened up the spokes with Elmer's glue. Some of the fancier ones in better condition go for several hundred dollars.--S