Mark Stone Mentalist

 

It was like a whisper of extraterrestrial breath wafting over my body; I was truly bewildered.   A couple of weeks ago Sue asked me to stop by the clubhouse and pick up a couple of tickets for the Mark Stone, mentalist show.  I did.  And, the show was this evening.  The old guy, early 70s, was marginally entertaining, but the show promised to be only two hours in duration.   The mental demonstrations were interesting and, in total, there were about eight.   Most interesting, though, was the last act.  220 persons were attending and for the last event each of us was given a two inch square of paper onto which we were asked to write our name plus a thought.  Then, we were instructed to fold the paper and place it into one of the envelopes that several audience members were using to collect them.   Those five persons then were asked by Stone to come forward to the stage and seal the envelopes.  The envelopes were placed into a single paper bag and that bag was placed on a table about eight feet from where Stone was sitting.  

 

Stone then proceeded to call on audience members by name and have short conversations with each concerning the thoughts that were written on some of those slips of paper.  It was pretty incredible and I said to Sue “they must be confederates”.  Still, it was a curious performance.  Mark spoke with too many persons for each to be a  confederate.  

Then he said “OK, just one more.  Is there Bob Sharp here,  there you are at the back of the room.  You’re thinking of sorbet.  Right?”

On my two inch square of paper I had written three words: Bob Sharp Sorbet. It was like a whisper of extraterrestrial breath wafting over my body; I was truly bewildered.