Spoon and Fork Bending Party

Gail Hayssen
4 min readFeb 12, 2018

I was attending a Remote Viewing Conference where an evening of spoon bending was offered. I didn’t believe in spoon bending as I had never seen it happen.

As I walk into the giant hotel ballroom, a pile of spoons and forks are laid out across table cloths covering the floor. Jack Houck, known for leading such PK (psychokinesis) parties, is saying, “Go and pick what ever silverware calls to you.”

A hundred and fifty people return to their seats holding their cosmic spoon or fork. While waiting for further instructions, a little white haired old lady behind me starts to squeal.

As I turn to look, the handle of her spoon is still bending in half. She is holding the end with one hand as it bends over.

I cry out, “Oh my GOD we haven’t even started yet, how did you do that?”

Her mouth is still hanging open. “I don’t know. I’m a retired school teacher. I heard my former student was here at this conference and I came to see him. I know nothing about spoon bending. It just started to melt over.”

I am yelling to Jack Houck: “We have a bender here! Come see this!”

He is very impressed. He shows her spoon to the class. Having seen this before, he’s not quite as astonished as the rest of us.

He instructs us: “Hold the spoon or fork in your hand, bring it up close to your face, and command the spoon or fork to “BEND! BEND! BEND!” Shouting, excitement and emotion were essential to a successful experience.

Well it seems hysterical, and I’m laughing. For a moment time freezes. Like I’m looking from above — a huge room filled with people yelling at silverware to BEND.

Soon we hear shrieks from all different parts of the room, as peoples’ forks and spoons bend!

Jack is saying to rub the handle with your finger while yelling BEND. I’m not having any success with this spoon bending. People around me are screaming in delight as silverware was bending by itself or with the the touch of their hands. Feeling a bit disappointed, I return my spoon to the pile and look around — till a fork calls me.

While rubbing its handle and screaming intently to the fork, I feel it becoming much warmer. All of a sudden it feels like it has turned into liquid — like I’m seeing and feeling molecules jumping around — and in that moment I just twist the fork around and around, touching the tips of the tines, and they just bend over effortlessly. Believe me, I never expected for that to happen. I was just going to see if it was real or not. There was such a rush of adrenaline and excitement when the fork turned from metal to liquid and malleable.

Both the neck of the fork stem and the individual tines were twisted at absurd angles.

Now I’m calling for Jack to inspect my fork. After his approval I look at what I have done and try to bend it back to being a fork, but it is as hard as could be, and with all my strength I can not budge it out of the contorted way I had effortlessly bent it a few minutes earlier.

While I’ve often seen or known things inexplicably— precognition, clairvoyance or telepathy — this was my first time doing what might be called psychokinesis. Years later I had even more dramatic experiences, though not with forks or spoons. The kinds of physical experiences portrayed in films like The Sixth Sense and Ghost are more real than I would have ever imagined.

This is a peek at a larger memoir. The other stories already on Medium can be found here. If you enjoy what you’ve read, clap generously! Feel free to contact me at ghayssen at sonic.net.



Gail Hayssen

Writer, telepath, experimental subject e.g. at Institute of Noetic Sciences. Honorary Ph.D. from Mongolia and initiated as a Buriat White Shaman.