Ok Bmyers, here we go:
...(filtering out the extemporaneous back story)...simply walked into his shanty. Being a bunch of arrogant teenagers from the privilege of the western world, we started asking smart-Alec, disrespectful questions, all tongue and cheek we thought. I personally disparaged his whole existence and faith. Call it indignation on his part, but he starts some sort of ominous incantations. Next thing I know, I'm thrust against the wall. (telekinesis?). The two friends of mine did nothing but stare with mouths ajar. I was dumbfounded (more than usually). I get up spewing all the usual curse phrases associated shock. Then I ask childishly for "another ride." Another set of incantations, then I found myself hobbling mid air flailing my arms and legs. Lasted for no more than say three to five seconds. Hit the ground as if dropped from a story. Got up pointing, shocked, saying parting "F U's" and ran out running full speed.
After a day, curiousity overcame fear and we went back with much more respect and reverence for this individual. We were obviously warned not to return by the fearful locals. Very Hollywood of them I might add. Turns out he wasn't home so we asked around where he would be. Following varying accounts as to his location, we finally caught up with him sitting outside in a field on canes fanning out in a circle around him on the ground. He said he was waiting for us and knew why we came. Again, very Hollywood. And between every other sentence that he spoke in that off-French that Haitians speak, he spoke in a language I didn't recognize and haven't heard since. I was thinking at the time that he was casting a spell or something so I was apologizing profusely for my lack of manners and respect. I even kneeled in front of him hoping to assuage his anger, if that was indeed what it was. Anyway, he settled from speaking strangely. It was then obvious that he knew what I wanted to know. So he said, "You already know just stubborn to accept the truth." (loose tranlation of broken french. He could have said, "go away snot-nosed punk." And I'm not exactly fluent in formal French. But between the three of us, we came to that conclusion.) So we asked if he could explain how what he did was possible. Rather than explain, he broke out into incantations and it was my friend Peter who flipped head over heels, my friend Chris who felt sharp pains about his abdomen as if something was poking at him violently, and myself feeling extremely cold on a hazy,hot, and humid day. We had enough and left immediately hearing him laugh as we fled.
Nightmares for months following and even became afraid of the dark. Go figure.
In a separate story in Jamaica, we have an instance of telekinesis. Not the garden variety, push a coin across the table, bit. I'm talking about moving sticks(twigs) in the air during a religious ceremony. These sticks, which are dipped in Chicken blood, are about 50 to 60 cm in length. Maybe 1 to 3 cm in girth. Around a bonfire they flew in a direction counter to the dancers round. The fire seemed to twist as it plumed. I attribute that to the passing wind of the dancers. But how to explain the sticks? Strings? Nothing but open sky above.
After all these years, I'm somewhat compelled to return to see if this individual is still around. He was old then so he may have died. But there are always those to take his place I would assume.
Now the "ghost story" happened at night. Again, this is Haiti. I don't recall the lighting conditions other than the fact that a harvest or orange moon was out. Now we heard about the ghost story. When you get past the "tourist" zones and head into where the people really live, the first thing they tell you is stories to scare you back into the safe zones designated for foreigners. But being young, you have a thrist for adventure. We would congregate at local "bars" trying to score exotic drugs. You get so many run arounds until you develop a level of trust with the people. Well the night we were to actually meet up with someone who would transact, we rode bicyles along a road to the meeting place. A bit lost along the way we stopped to do a bit of dead reckoning with known landmarks. Then in the field where it is said that this occurs, from the ground we saw the silhouette of a hunched over woman rise from the ground the way a plant grows in time-lapse photography. The woman walks over to the well, makes all the motions of drawing water though nothing of the well's mechanics moved, then walks back over to the spot she "grew" from and recedes into the ground in like manner as she rose. This entire episode transpired over the course of about three minutes. Could be more - could be less. we were so stricken with fear, we didn't move for about a minute. Then almost simultanously we dropped out cycles and ran over to the spot in the field she rose and receded from. We kicked and swept the ground looking for a trap-door or something of that nature. Holographic projector? Nothing around for it to bounce off of.
Just three witnesses at the time. Myself and my two friends. Our only credibility is between ourselves having witnessed the event simultaneously.