(still of video documentation), see previous post with a text about predicting how many ‘zinc violets’ Polly would find in the small village of Epen last year. She did not pick or touch the flowers, she just looked. I predicted. Here, later, Polly and Alice predicted how many ‘zinc violets’ someone else would find in Epen while placing a text down very very slowly in a small white room that had a fragrance of ‘Miracle’ perfume in. The text described that they were predicting.
