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My First Dowsing Job

Less than a week had passed since winning the World Dowsing Championship, and a lady in a truck pulled into my remote mountain driveway looking to hire me. She had read about my dowsing feat in a newspaper and was convinced that I was the guy to prove her right.

She owned a 1,000+ acre ranch about a dozen miles from me and had on occassion uncovered pottery and arrowheads while hiking and herding her cattle. She was a fascinating older lady and had a passion for her Native American heritage. I agreed to dowse her ranch, prior to knowing how large it was. When I asked her when she wanted me to come over for an afternoon, she said, “We can go in my truck now.”

When we got there, she drove for what seemed like twenty minutes pointing out her cattle and where she had found this and that. I hadn’t a clue how to tackle such a huge job at the time. I didn’t even know about map dowsing, so after a while I just asked her to pull over and I got out, climed a barbed wire fence and began walking towards a treeline about 200 yards away. As I arrived to a spot that seemed as good as any to begin, I reached for my two L-rods that were in my back pocket and found only one. In a near panick, I began looking around for the other thinking it had just fallen out. The lady watching from her truck, witnessed a dowser searching with his eyes for his dowsing tool. I must of looked like a fool. I looked for nearly ten minutes before I realized that I could use my one remaining rod to locate the other. With a big sigh I started trusting my coat hanger and it took me directly back to where I’d crossed the fence.

There sticking in the ground was my other rod. It looked as though someone had purposely stuck it in the ground. A very odd notion came over me as I started to pick it up, so I decided to grab a nearby stick and start digging. In less than the time I could spell my name I removed a piece of pottery about the size of a rearview mirror. I motioned for her to come see and by the time she got to where I was, I’d uncovered a few more pieces.

Over the next couple of hours we had uncovered enough to fill a large backpack. She must of thought I was Indiana Jones. But honestly, it was something else, but it sure wasn’t coincedence. Of all the miles we drove to select that exact spot to stop, then to cross that particular section of fence, to then have my rod fall out at exactly where the pottery was unearthed is evidence of what this phenomenon really is. I’ll never forget that experience and what I learned from it.



Fun Dowsing With Skeptics

I am traditionally a very calm and patient guy. I’ll tolerate an idiot yaking until the milk goes sour. But as I’ve gotten older, I’ve figured out how to have fun while the milk goes bad.

I was traveling I think in Idaho, giving seminars and spreading the good news about dowsing to all those that had ears. I think it was in 1995 or 96. I had just finished a workshop and decided to stay overnight rather than drive back to Montana during the night. After showering I decided to go down and watch some football at the hotel lounge. As I sat there drinking a beer a handful of business guys walked in and grabbed their beers and came over and sat down. I don’t have anything against business guys except they tend to overplay their hand in a crowded room. So, they like all business guys introduced themselves, I still can’t recall their names, although I think they know mine even a dozen years later.

Anyway, they asked what I did for a living, I think this is an oath or something. I mean they all do it so I am assuming they promise to always ask other people what they do, and sure enough, they asked me. I responded, “I find things.” I wasn’t rude but wanted to watch the game so I kept it short. But they wanted to know what company I worked for and how much it paid. I then had to go deeper and explain that I was a dowser and what that was. They just looked at each other like they had all seen a yeti singing in the woods and one of them said, “I don’t believe in that stuff.” I told him I could persuade anyone, anytime, anywhere, that it was real. Of course, he wanted to believe enough that it wasn’t true that he took the bait.

So I told him that he and his friends could take my car keys and hide them anywhere they wanted, just to be back in 10 minutes. They got all excited so I added, “Just leave your keys with me as deposit.” He couldn’t give me his keys fast enough and out the door they hustled, giggling like school girls. After a couple of minutes I walked out to the front desk and asked for an envelope and bought a few stamps. Then I wrote my address on the front and dropped the keys inside and put it in the outgoing mail. A few minutes later they came back in the lounge and sat down, still giggling. I got up, walked down the hall and got my rods. Followed them straight past the lounge and then the front desk and then out the front door where they turned hard right and went parallel over the trash can. I lifted it up and pulled out the keys and walked back into the lounge and sat down, calmly.

They looked at me confused so I showed them my keys. They went crazy in disbelief. They ran out and checked under the trash can and saw the keys were gone and indeed now in my pocket. When they walked back, I was already on my way to the room and the talkative one said, “Hey, where’s my keys?” And I said, “I showed you my method of finding lost keys, let your buddies watch your method.”

A few days later my wife came back from the mailbox with a set of keys and I laughed until I fell back to sleep.



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