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.<\/p>\n
I didn’t remember the race because I was so young when it happened. I began this psychic investigation<\/strong> knowing next to nothing about the winner.<\/p>\n 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.<\/p>\n I was met by the spirit of an older, gray-haired man. He said was working for Bart Cummins.<\/p>\n I asked him who had won, and he said “Think Big!”<\/p>\n When questioned further he said only, “Correct weight!”<\/p>\n Then I snapped out of it. It was midnight and the bar was closing. I was very hungry, which often happens at closing time.<\/p>\n It turns out the winner of the 1975 Melbourne Cup was indeed a horse called Think Big<\/a>, who was trained by Bart Cummings. (Cummings versus Cummins – I was close!) <\/p>\n 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!<\/p>\nPsychic Connection<\/h4>\n
Research<\/h4>\n
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