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As the murmurs die down following the shock of your prediction for Michael, his girlfriend Amanda removes a tissue from her bag and begins to mop up the puddle of beer he spilt on the table in front of everybody. You gaze for a moment at her hand and touch it lightly. ‘My word, that’s an attractive ring you’re wearing. May I take a closer look?’ After a small struggle with her finger, she removes the ring and places it in the palm of your hand.

‘Very nice indeed. This is quite an old ring, I believe. Did it once belong to a relative now deceased?’

Amanda nods and explains how it was left to her by Joan, her late grandmother.

‘Perhaps you have felt something of your departed grandmother’s spirit in this ring. I can certainly feel it, and it seems to want to rejoin her now…

‘If only the ring had enough energy, it would, I feel, surely wish to find its way back to its original owner, wherever she may be. What we need to help it on its way is to make a path of minimal resistance. I have an idea!’

You remove a small packet of envelopes from your pocket, which are held together with a rubber band. You take off the band and stretch it back and forth a few times, examining it intently. ‘This should do nicely. Please watch carefully and quietly – and concentrate with me.’

You thread Amanda’s ring on to the band, then stretch it out between your hands. Your left hand is lower than your right, making a definite incline between the two. The ring sits a little less than one-third of the way up the band.

‘Amanda, will you please describe you grandmother to us?’

Everyone listens intently as Amanda paints a vivid picture of Joan: ‘She was quite tall and very elegant, always well dressed. She had deep blue eyes and a warm smile…’

‘That’s very good, Amanda,’ you say. ‘I want everyone here now to fix that picture of Joan in their mind – beautiful, warm and elegant – and I want you to see her wearing this ring. Amanda, please would you share with us some more memories you might have of her.’

Amanda begins to recall distant thoughts of summer holidays at her grandmother’s home in the country, of high teas and bedtime stories. At first the memories come thick and fast, but then she begins to slow a little and stutter as the ring begins to quiver gently and starts to make its way along and upwards on the outstretched band. ‘I think Joan’s ring shares those memories. It seems to want to climb to heaven so that it can be with her again.’

As the ring reaches three-quarters of the way up the rubber band, you glance at Amanda. You see she’s becoming quite emotional, touched by this strange experience. You pause, smile and hand the ring back. ‘I think this ring belongs here with you, Amanda. Thank you for sharing your memories of Joan. Cherish them always, won’t you?’