Waiting for this day, as it edged nearer and nearer, became so exciting. It was difficult to remain patient in the final hours before my visit, but I made sure I remained focused.
Initially, I was very nervous. I had no fixed interpretation of Uri Geller, it was mainly a combination of mixed opinions from other people that manipulated my mind, but I preferred to ignore these negative opinions. Despite being extremely nervous, there was a comforting thought that Uri would have my best interests in mind, which he did.
The 2.5 mile walk to his home was a blur due to the distraction of my excitement and thousands of thoughts running through my head regarding what it was going to be like.
I finally arrived at the grand gates ofhis beautiful home, where I nervously answered to an intercom. It was a surreal thought to know that not only was Uri Geller inside these gates, but Michael Jackson had also passed through the very gates I had now walked through.
I approached the amazing home of Mr Geller. The garden was beautiful. An array of abstract ornaments raised on various pedestals and stands. (My favourite being a giant fork bent over a stone ball). I walked towards the door where Uri Geller himself, welcomingly beckoned from.
I entered the home and was seated in his wonderful kitchen which was being newly refurbished. Then Uri came and sat with me and made me feel very comfortable. We began my mini-interview (parts available to read at
www.youtube.com/user/PianoGames) which was going very well. Due to certain distractions, we moved to a room just down the hallway. The room felt very calm and warming. There was a large sofa with multiple seats.
"Sit anywhere you like", Uri instructed.
I sat on a seat in the far right corner of the room.
"Do you know where you're sat?" Uri asked,
"um...No....", I replied, bemused by his question.
"You are sat in the exact same seat that Michael sat in when ge visited my home".
I was mentally star-struck! Despite Michael not actually being there, I could picture his presence.
"He would meditate in this room with me", Uri added.
At that point, we changed roles and Uri became the interviewer whilst I changed to interviewee. Uri knew much about me, despite never having met me before. From financial difficulties, to neglect as a child, it all came out. It felt very easy to talk about this to Uri. To me, he was like the perfect father. He would listen carefully to what you had to say, take your struggles into account and attempt to resolve any issues you may have. he discovered immediately that I smoked, despite earlier covering myself in deodorant and filling my mouth with mints.
"Tom, you are a very bright young man, but you shouldn't smoke, we won't get into that". He stated,
"How did you know?!" I asked in shock,
"I just know. You will stop smoking NOW! You are funding multi-billionaire companies resulting in your death!" he yelled with his finger pointed at me and his eyes widening.
I felt as though my eyes were iron filings to magnets. They just couldn't escape. Uri was in the back of my mind. I'm sure of it. [Afterwards, Please read the next topic regarding my smoking habit].
Shortly after we spoke of my life, the interview of mine continued, but finished after my final question regarding an autograph of Michael's. In the autograph, a very unusual number equation containing 3 particular numbers that will be of relevance later. [004]
I gripped my bag and said,
"Can you do this for me?"
"You have a spoon in your bag, yes?" he said.
Guiltily but in shock, I pulled the spoon from my bag and laughed.
The spoon was a serving spoon from my home. It was very thick and was very difficult to bend even when attemting to bend it normally with two hands.
He took the spoon to the Piano, presenting it in his left hand. With the fingertips of his right hand, he gently rubbed the neck of the spoon.
My jaw hit the floor in awe as the spoon almost melted over his hand. He continued to encourage it to bend with his thumb and index finger. But the most amazing part, was when he held the spoon at eye level and we continued to watch as the spoon continued to bend on it's own.
Then the synchronicities began to occur. Uri had reserved a box of crystal from his collection, which he planned to give to a charity of his choice. Coincidentially, I volunteer at a charity shop. We were just talking about playing the piano, when he decided to present the gift to me. Yet another coincidence (if that's what you may call it). He opened the box and in excitement, he shouted,
"What were the numbers on that autograph?!"
"0, 0 and 4", I replied.
"Look at it!" he ordered.
I looked at the certificate of authenticity bearing the serial number. The number of course, being 004. I could only laugh.
He believed that this set was there for me, so he went and retrieved another set for the charity.
"See if there is another relevant number inside!" I childishly demanded.
"27/500. Nothing odd there", he said, to which my memory sparked.
"Yes! In that same autograph, with the year (1998), 1 - 9 - 9 - 8 = - 27!"
we laughed and Uri excitedly chanted that it was Michael causing these occurences to happen.
Before I began my dreaded journey home, Uri gave me a heart-felt hug and opened a whole new area in mind, a whole new part to my life and an experience that I shall never forget. I am going to take this opportunity to say that I thouroughly enjoyed this experience with the man who is the media magnetising, mind Reading, life-changing, psychic, phenomenal man that is Uri Geller. The man that "changed my life for the better", the man that I now prefer to call my friend.
Throughout the eventful 1 hour I spent with Uri Geller, I learnt to understand him on a personal level. It became difficult to understand why the Michael Jackson fan base and other skeptical members of the public hate him so much. I cannot bear the thought that such an innocent man that just wants to "change your life for the better", can be so mis-judged.
I would therefore like to take this opportunity to discourage you from treating such media manipulation as authentic, non-ficticious claims. For years, the media have relied on destroying popular celebrity's lives to sell their products. It is soul-destroying and at it's worst, a form of bullying.
I hope you have found this read interesting and/or satisfying and I hope that after Reading this, you will change your opinion of Uri Geller, should it be a negative one.
Keep the hope alive!
Tom Pickering