“If you refer to telepathy, you mean the direct communication of thoughts and feelings between people’s minds, without the need to use speech, writing, or any other normal signals.” — Collins English Dictionary

As I have mentioned previously, my mother and her female relatives were quite open minded about matters of the paranormal. It was not uncommon for my mother and her sisters to say the same thing at the same time or to have similar dreams on the same night. I don’t know if such episodes qualify as telepathy, but I can vouch for a personal experience that probably does.

A Penny for your Telepathy

One morning I was drying dishes as my mother washed them. Oddly, before mom would say something, I would think it. I was not hearing her voice. The words were just thoughts. They did not seem to be coming from outside me–they just seemed like normal thoughts. She said something to me (I no longer recall what) and I said, “I was just thinking that.” There was nothing remarkable about it, and my mother said nothing.

The second time I heard the words before she spoke them, I was mildly surprised. I was just a kid, however, and I had no idea I was experiencing telepathy. Again, mom said something to me, and I said, “I was just thinking about that.” Mom gave me a bit of a look, but she didn’t comment. I should have paid attention to that look.

My mother was open-minded but not particularly patient. She had little tolerance for what she deemed “antics” and the temper to prove it. I should have taken a cue from that look, however subtle.

Mom for the TKO

The third time I said to my mother, “I was just thinking that,” (because I was) she addressed me by my complete name! The use of one’s birth certificate name was never a good thing in our house. She said, “You cannot possibly be thinking the same thing I am three times in a row. Stop saying that!”

My feelings were hurt, because I was only telling the truth. Telepathy notwithstanding, I knew better than to attempt defending my position. When my mother lost her temper, she took no prisoners. Most of us understood it was more important to maintain the peace than to be right. I shut up and dried dishes.

I have often heard it said, “Spirit is a gentleman.” That statement is sexist, considering Spirit exists in myriad forms, but the meaning is clear; Spirit doesn’t force itself on people. It doesn’t go where it’s not wanted or invited. Spirit is so loving and accommodating that the slightest rejection propels it away. It will not intrude where unwanted.

Mom made me feel ashamed and threatened because I expressed this gift of the Spirit. I was afraid to speak up. I didn’t defend myself. I didn’t stand up for the truth. Once chastised for it, it never happened again–at least not with people. It’s possible it was just a one-off experience–that Mom’s reaction didn’t squelch it. Somehow, though, I doubt it.

The Beat Goes On

Although I never again heard another person’s thoughts, I do frequently hear from Spirit. I’m not sure what to call these communications. They could be telepathy or clairaudience. They often come in the form of songs. Sometimes the songs are on the radio, but more often they play through my mind and I suddenly realize I’m getting a message. The songs often confirm my decisions (especially big ones) or tell me the status of a difficult situation.

A recent example involves a business transaction that was, by turns, maddening and infuriating. Through no fault of our own, my husband and I found ourselves dealing with an abusive and narcissistic manipulator. We did not know this about the individual early on. We are honest, reasonable, straightforward people. It was confusing, shocking and frustrating to experience the bullying, control and lack of respect dished out to us.

Tie Me Kangaroo to the Whipping Post

While yet again waiting for this plague-passing-for-a-human to make his next move, I woke with the song “Tied to the Whipping Post” running through my head. Well, I thought, that is certainly apt. Later the same week, I woke to “Tie me Kangaroo Down” circulating in my mind. I know that’s funny, but the being “tied” up/down  aspect of both songs was not lost on me. That’s exactly how we felt.

At some point that weekend, my husband and I decided to put an end to the bullying, no matter the outcome. For the first time in weeks, we slept. The next morning, I woke with Kesha’s song “Praying” playing on my mental radio. For those unfamiliar with the song, it speaks of breaking ties with an abuser, but refusing to abuse in return. Instead, the singer hopes the abuser will feel remorse and attain spiritual evolution and peace through prayer.

Similar to Kesha, we didn’t wish the person ill, but we weren’t putting up with any more of his “antics,” either. As is the case with most bullies, he couldn’t walk away fast enough once we said “No more.”

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“An After-Death Communication, or ADC, is a spiritual experience that occurs when someone is contacted directly and spontaneously by a family member or friend who has died.”– Bill Guggenheim, pioneer in ADC research

In a prior post, I shared how my one-year-old sister visited me in a dream, 16 years after her passing. Post-death communications, commonly known as After-Death Communications, or ADCs, occur in a variety of forms. The living may smell a scent associated with the departed, experience lighting and electronic anomalies, hear the deceased’s voice or even feel their touch. Like my sister’s visit, it is also common for the deceased to call upon the living in a dream.

The visitations vary greatly in time, scope, and nature. In my sister’s case, 16 years passed before she appeared in a dream. In other situations, the outreach is more immediate. My friend Katrina’s experience is a great example of how post-death communications vary from person to person.

Katrina and Company

Katrina is, and was, close to her family. Her father was a caretaker by nature, and so is she. Over the course of years, Katrina helped her parents, sister and brother through the worst of times. When I met her, I was going through perhaps the darkest period in my life. I was suffering from debilitating panic attacks, paralyzing anxiety and severe depression. I was 900 miles from my nearest relative, and Katrina was my neighbor. She knew my circumstances, and she and her family adopted me and mine.

Katrina and her family were there for me. Without that support, I don’t know what state I would have ended up in, but I’m sure it wouldn’t have been good. When her only brother, Bert, fell ill with cancer, I was there as Katrina did everything she could to nurse him back to health and give him hope. His wife was unable to take care of Bert in their home, so Katrina moved him into her own house. There she cared for him until pain management and medical treatments required constant supervision.

Bert’s Post-Death Communications

Bert was a fantastic cook and a loving dad. He was head chef for a prestigious learning institution and took great pride in his career. After working all day, and still in his uniform, he would come home and make dinner for his family. When he became ill, the entire family was devastated. Not only were his children losing their father, but the rest of the family was also losing their only brother and only son.

After Bert passed, some unusual activity started in Katrina’s house. She and I were in her kitchen having coffee, one afternoon. She was telling me about lights flickering off and on in the house whenever someone spoke about Bert. At that moment, a lamp on an end table in the living room went on. No one was in the room. In fact, no one was in the house except Katrina and me. I said, “Did you see that?!” My friend said, “Hey, Bert.” The lamp went off! We both looked at each other, mouths agape.

Some days later, we were again having coffee in Katrina’s kitchen. She was telling me some stories Bert had shared with her prior to his passing. Most of them involved a particular person and weren’t flattering. As she was speaking, she suddenly jumped and looked over her shoulder. She quickly turned back to me and said, “Did you hear that?”

Confused, I said, “No. What did you hear?”

Katrina said, “I heard Bert clear as day! He said, ‘Katrina, please stop talking about ____.’” She said she heard him audibly, not mentally, and it was as if he were standing right behind her. In fact, it was so real that she said she fully expected to see Bert when she looked over her shoulder. My ever-practical friend soon recovered her composure sufficiently to say, “I don’t know why he’s upset. He’s the one who told me that stuff!”

The Final Act

The final post-death visitation occurred some months later. Katrina’s mother was in the hospital, and she was not expected to recover. The family arrived at the hospital a few minutes after the start of visiting hours. A nurse met them in the hall and said, “Oh, you just missed the gentleman who was here.” This was puzzling, as most of the family had just arrived. The nurse didn’t know the person’s name or affiliation to the patient.

Someone asked for the visitor’s description, and the nurse said, “He was wearing a white jacket and black and white checked pants.” Bert’s uniform was a white chef’s jacket with black and white checked trousers. A loving son would certainly visit his dying mother. Perhaps his final post-death communication was to let his mother know he would be there to escort her to the other side at the appointed time.

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“Some young children, usually between the ages of 2 and 5, speak about memories of a previous life they claim to have lived.” — Dr. Jim Tucker, Director, Division of Perceptual Studies, University of Virginia School of Medicine

In my last post, I described a waking vision and a dream that might be recollections of two past lives. Most of us have heard or read a number of reincarnation stories, but many people are not aware that some children talk about past lives virtually from the time they learn to speak.

When my sons were in grade school, I didn’t know much about children’s reincarnation memories. I was well aware of the concept of multiple lives, but I was less familiar with cases involving children. I had read some of Dr. Ian Stevenson’s case studies, but those children lived in countries and cultures that accepted reincarnation. I was aware of a few American cases, but they were rare.

Cake and Cookies

Accordingly, I was caught completely off guard when my youngest son made a casual statement about a prior life. The occasion was his fourth birthday. He was sitting by me at the kitchen table, watching as I decorated a pizza-sized chocolate chip cookie with frosting. JR didn’t care much for cake, but he loved cookies, so we were making a huge cookie for his birthday party.

He was quiet and relaxed as he watched me apply the squiggles of blue icing around the edges. Out of the blue, he said, “When I was a big man, I had a football cake.”

To say I was startled would be an understatement. When I looked up, he seemed to be in a reverie or daydream, but the statement was quiet and matter-of-fact. I don’t remember how I responded, but shortly thereafter, guests started arriving, and he went off to play with his friends.

He never said anything like that again, and I never followed up on his revelation. At the time, I thought he was possibly remembering a scene from a movie or a cartoon, but looking back that was probably avoidance on my part. In the little town where I raised my family, the topic of reincarnation would have been right up there with Satan worship or wearing a tin-foil hat.

Reincarnation Research

As a pre-teen and young adult, JR had a fascination with the Rat Pack era. He loved suits, fedoras, shiny shoes and Sinatra, Davis and Martin. We are not sure how this fascination developed, because his father and I were Rock and Roll babies. We loved Led Zeppelin, Fleetwood Mac and the Rolling Stones. Neither set of grandparents had any interest in music at all. It was a mystery.

It all made a lot more sense when I read Carol Bowman’s book, Children’s Past Lives, How Past Life Memories Affect Your Child, published in 1997. Imagine my surprise to discover that American children, just like the thousands of Asian and Indian children studied by Dr. Ian Stevenson, sometimes report past life memories.

Bowman says children often speak about their past life memories while in a relaxed, but attentive state of mind. This often occurs while riding in a car, but it can happen during any period of relaxed focus. This explains why JR seemed to be in a daydream when he spoke about the football cake. He was relaxed, but focused on the activity at-hand. According to the book, had I just asked some open-ended questions, I would likely have gotten a lot more information. Bowman explains in her book that childhood past life memories begin to fade about the same time children start school. JR was 15 when I read Bowman’s book. I will always consider JR’s fourth birthday a missed opportunity.

Information and Assistance

Dr. Jim Tucker, quoted above, investigates reincarnation cases reported by parents and caregivers. Parents can reach Dr. Tucker through the University of Virginia School of Medicine website. Tucker offers a wealth of information about what to look for and how to handle conversations with kids who appear to be recalling a past life. The site lists common statements children use when talking about their past lives, including my son’s: “When I was big…” statement.

As was the case in Ian Stevenson’s research, both Tucker and Bowman have documented birthmarks or birth defects that correspond to wounds incurred in some of the children’s past lives. It may be apropos of nothing, but JR was born a single birthmark–a raised, round, brown spot just under his right shoulder blade. It looks very much like a hole from a small caliber bullet. The mark was prominent at birth, but faded over the course of years. JR was born in 1986, well after the Rat Pack era. I will always wonder if his birthmark and obsession with Sinatra and friends were related to the memory he expressed that day in our kitchen.

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“You know, I don’t think it would be any more unusual for me to show up in another life, than showing up in this one!”– Eleanor Roosevelt, American First Lady

I learned about reincarnation and karma at an early age, but I was a teenager before I had any experiences that might qualify as a past life recall. One was a waking vision, and two were dreams. In the first, I was about 15 or 16 years old. It was autumn, and a steady rain had been falling all day, a leaden, blue-gray sky overhead. I opened the front door for some purpose and smelled damp earth, clean air and cool rain.

Street Vision

The scent triggered a vision, complete with a pleasurable emotion. The neighborhood street was now a long road with two-story buildings on either side. Signs hung from wrought iron holders at the tops of various buildings, but I paid no attention to them. I knew the street was a business district, with offices, shops and services. In the far distance were blue and gray mountain peaks.

The doorway I stood in was now that of a place where customers could eat and spend the night. I looked down and saw my bare feet beneath the hem of a pale blue dress with a long white apron. The street was empty and quiet because of the rain, and I breathed in both the silence and the cool, fresh air. It was twilight, turning into night, and a warm glow of light spilled from the door onto the street. I felt a contentment–a satisfaction in that moment in time. I knew I was a barmaid, one of a number of siblings helping our parents run an honest establishment.

Smells like the Past

It amazes me how much information our brains can transmit and receive in a matter of seconds. The vision lasted just moments, yet I understood the life details and emotions of a young woman from another century and a very different life. The reverie broke when my father called out to ask why I was holding the door open in the rain. Did I experience a past life recall? It was detailed and intense, but that doesn’t qualify it as a past life memory. I can tell you that as a teenager, I knew next to nothing about European history or architecture. I hadn’t even read Tolkien, at that point.

The odor triggering the vision makes sense. A lot of research exists regarding the human sense of smell. Scientists say that of all the human senses, smell is usually the strongest memory trigger, far surpassing all others. It is especially good at triggering emotional memories. I don’t know of any research about smells activating visions or false memories. So, if smells trigger memory and emotion, what was I remembering?

Learning to Read

The other two incidents were brief, but vivid dreams. In one of the two, I was watching the scene, yet also part of it. I was a young black girl wearing a clean white dress. My hair was short and cut close to the scalp. I was sitting in the shade of a huge tree with a young white woman in a very ornate dress. A bonnet lay on the grass beside her. We were sitting very close to one another. She had a large book on her lap–a child’s pictorial of the alphabet. She was teaching me to read. I was five or six years old, and I was anxious. Even at that tender age, I knew teaching slaves to read was illegal.

I was an adult when I had the dream, so it is entirely possible that my mind cobbled together a story from bits and pieces of books, movies and other materials. It had a reality to it, however, that I rarely experience in dreams.

Common Elements

The waking vision and the dream are both common events described by people claiming to remember past lives. In books and movies, people often claim to have been a famous (or infamous) historical figure. The reality is quite different. A large body of meticulous past life research exists. By and large, regardless of how the past life memory was accessed (hypnosis, spontaneous recall, etc.) the vast majority are of mundane, everyday people living their lives. The more dramatic thread that commonly runs through these recollections is that of the life coming to a sudden, unexpected or violent end. Some of these folks carry birthmarks mimicking their wounds or “irrational” fears into the next lifetime.

In my next post, I’ll review research into past life experiences recalled by young children and share some personal examples.

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“Suddenly, I felt and saw myself leaving my body. I felt my head and shoulders being pulled up out of my body.”–Val O, Out of Body Experience Research Foundation

When my mother was pregnant with my younger sister, she had a vivid out-of-body experience (OOBE). Recovering from a severe cold, exhausted by both the pregnancy and the illness, she went to bed one night and immediately fell asleep.

As she tells the story, she woke in the wee hours of the morning. She was facing a window, across from which was a neighbor’s house. A light shone in the home next door, and due to the hour, mom wondered if Mrs. Baker was going to the hospital. She, too, was expecting a baby and nearing her due date.

Mom planted her elbow in the mattress to push herself up. She felt hair in her eyes and attempted to brush it away from her face. For some reason, the hair was not moving. Through the open window, she smelled something spicy cooking. It seemed to be coming from Mrs. Baker’s house. This was odd, because my mother had lost her sense of smell when she was a child, the result of a serious infection that had nearly killed her.

As she again attempted to brush the hair from her eyes, she glanced down at the bed. She saw her own form, lying there, asleep. Her hair had fallen over one eye. What she was seeing took a moment to register. She was out-of-body! Her energetic self sat up. Mom could see both her non-physical and physical bodies. The upper halves were separated, the energetic body sitting, and the physical lying down. She did not see the lower half of her non-physical person–only the dense body, as the two remained joined from the hips down.

Out-of-Body Excursion

Mom was no shrinking violet. She was surprised to find herself half in and half out of her physical body, but true to form, the wheels of thought were turning. Her esoteric studies taught that when out-of-body, spirit travels by thought alone. She had a sister in California she rarely saw due to the distance. She thought to herself, Take me to Bonnie’s House.

Immediately, mom found herself flying over a dark ocean. In the next moment, she was standing in a dark house. Despite the lack of light, she could clearly see her surroundings. She wandered through a kitchen, dining room, and living room. A hallway led to some bedrooms. The first room was painted blue with a wallpaper border along the top. The border was a colonial style pattern with tin soldiers and gold-tasseled drums.

Slam-Dunk

As she studied the wallpaper, mom felt a slight tugging at the crown of her head. Suddenly, she found herself flying headfirst at a high rate of speed. She didn’t have time to wonder about it. In the next moment, she felt an abrupt impact as her energetic and physical bodies slammed together, her out-of-body excursion terminated.

Jolted awake feeling dizzy and breathless, mom glanced at the clock on the nightstand. Only a few minutes had passed. The light was still on next door, but she could no longer detect the spicy aroma wafting through the window earlier. We did discover years later, when reporting was more abundant, that people sometimes describe enhanced senses during out-of-body events, including vision, hearing and sense of smell.

The next morning mom phoned my aunt and described her astral travels. She knew Aunt Bonnie’s family was preparing to move into a new home, but she didn’t have any details about the house. Her sister said my Cousin John’s room was blue with a paper border: tin soldiers and drums with tassels. Mom nearly expressed coffee through her nose.

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“There are some people in occult history who warned against using the Ouija Board, who said: ‘This is a dangerous door to the unconscious. Don’t approach this thing.’”–Mitch Horowitz, author of Occult America

The women on my mother’s side of the family have always been open-minded about the  psychic aspects of the occult. All of us have had some eerie, unsettling experiences, but as a rule, we do not fear the paranormal. Growing up, my cousins and I were fans of numerology, astrology, reading tea leaves and–the Ouija board.

We had some interesting “conversations” via the “talking board.” One mundane session revealed to my cousin, Iris, that she would marry a man named Fred. Iris was disappointed. She was very much into her current love interest, whose name was not Fred. A couple of years later, she did indeed marry a man named Fred.

Ouija Theory

A lot of discussion exists online regarding how and why Ouija boards sometimes seem to provide information unknown to the sitters (those using the board). Explanations vary wildly and include everything from demonic possession, to spirit communication, to unconscious muscle spasms.

Surprisingly, scientific research has led to at least one theory that makes sense without completely stripping away the psychic aspect. Writing for Smithsonian.com, Linda Rodriguez McRobbie discusses the “ideometer effect,” and how contemporary research points to it as the likely culprit behind messages from the talking board.

According to McRobbie, ideometric activity describes the body’s muscular movements that are not under conscious control. These contractions are in response to a variety of stimuli and can be quite small, often occurring without our awareness. Even when we are trying very hard to be still, these unconscious movements occur without us sensing them. Some researchers believe these movements propel the planchette (the pointer) along the board.  Because they are not consciously directing them, the sitters experience the movement as coming from an outside source.

Old Theory and New

This explanation of how talking boards produce messages has been around since 1853, when it was first proposed to explain the Victorian practice known as table tipping. The fascinating aspect of contemporary research is the theory that the ideometric movements are actually the subconscious mind responding to the sitters’ questions. In other words, the subconscious is answering questions from a pool of knowledge unavailable to the sitters’ conscious minds. Furthermore, it transmits the answers via ideometric movements, moving the planchette to spell out the answer. Paranormal or not, that is an amazing means of communication.

Even more intriguing is that research indicates study participants provide a higher percentage of correct answers via Ouija than when trying to simply guess the answer to a question. The effect of Ouija on answer accuracy is significant, too. Test subjects guessing answers to questions had the expected 50 percent accuracy rate. Those using Ouija to answer questions had an incredible 65 percent accuracy rate!

Current thought teaches that the subconscious mind is the repository for every thought, emotion, sensation and activity we have ever experienced. On a personal level, we call this storage the unconscious. On a group level, it is the collective unconscious. It is not difficult to understand how ideometric movements could reveal information unknown to one’s conscious mind, but how do we explain receiving information unknown to the individual on any level? How did Iris produce the name of her future husband before even knowing he existed? The paranormal (or at least the unexplained) is still at play in this scenario.

Witchy Ouija Woman

Another personal example of Ouija weirdness came during a session that seemed straight out of a lurid pulp fiction. Asked how she had died, the alleged entity said she had been burned at the stake. Next question of course was, “Were you really a witch?” There was a pause, and then the planchette zoomed around the board. The message spelled out that the entity was not a witch. The village priest had seduced the young woman. He publicly accused her of witchcraft when she told him she was pregnant!

Her pregnancy confirmed, the priest swore she had confessed to him that she had been sleeping with the devil! Fiery consequences ensued.

Did the story come from my own subconscious mind? Maybe, but I’m a writer, and I have yet to consciously think up a plotline so sinister.

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“…temporal anomalies…can include time freezing, time travel, time slips, time loops, and everything in between.”–Brent Swancer, Mysterious Universe

Have you ever lost or gained time you cannot explain? I’m not talking about how time seems to fly by at the speed of light when we are enjoying ourselves, or, conversely, drags it’s leaden Frankenstein feet as we endure a braggart’s fifth retelling of their latest brilliant achievement. No, I’m talking about a true temporal anomaly–the kind wherein we inexplicably lose or gain time in the normal course of routine activities. This has happened to me a few times, but the most startling anomaly occurred after a bizarre incident in a park in Kansas City, Missouri.

Dark Park Weirdness

A friend and I left my place at about 6:00 pm and traveled approximately 25 minutes to a large park. We drove up a hill and parked the car. It was fairly dark, by then, and we exited the car to get a good view of the lighted bridge on the highway below. We walked a minute or two, then stood still, talking casually, admiring the lights from the roadway and the traffic beneath us. Due to the hour, the park was nearly empty, and no one was on the hill with us. We appeared to be completely alone.

As we stood chatting, I began to feel a niggling sense of uneasiness. I looked around us, but I said nothing to Jack, my companion. No one was in sight, and nothing seemed amiss. Still, the feeling quickly deepened into a sense of dread, and I began to feel an urgency to leave the area. I glanced at my friend, and he quickly said, “I feel like we need to leave–right now!” I agreed and we both turned and started walking quickly to his car. The fear grew even stronger, and we both began running to the car. We got in and locked the doors and Jack started the engine. We got out of the park and onto the highway in record time. Neither of us spoke a word until we were driving down the road.

To St. Joe We Go

I told Jack I had suddenly felt afraid in the park, but I didn’t know why. He said his own uneasiness had started when we paused to look at the bridge. Nothing like that had ever happened to either of us, and we were at a loss to explain it. We both agreed we did not want to go back to the park. He and I both felt something awful would have ensued had we stayed. At the time, I wondered if we would have been robbed, or perhaps worse.

That, I think was the starting event for our temporal anomaly. From the park, we drove to St. Joseph, Missouri, about an hour away. At the time, St. Joe was the location of a large mental health facility, and subsequently, a lot of construction was going on in the area. Neither Jack nor I had been to the town in awhile, and we decided to see what had changed since our last visit. When we reached St. Joseph, nothing was open on the main drag. We drove around for 20 or 30 minutes, tops, and then headed back to my house in Independence, an hour away.

Temporal Gain

When we arrived, my roommate, Barbara, said, “You weren’t gone very long. Where’d you go?” I gave her our itinerary, leaving out the part about being terrified in the park. She looked skeptical.

Barb said, “If you don’t want to tell me where you went, that’s fine. But there’s no way you went to St. Joe tonight.”

Confused, I said, “That’s where we went. Why would we lie about it?”

She said, “I don’t know. I just know you can’t drive to St Joe and back that quick. I don’t care how fast Jack was driving. And if you went to the park first, that’s another half an hour.”

In those days, I rarely wore a watch. Jack did, however, and he immediately looked at it. He said, “Huh.”

I said, ‘What?”

He said, “My watch stopped. It stopped at 6:35 pm.” That would have been during our few eerie minutes at the park.

I asked Barbara what time she had. She looked at her own watch. “Just past 7:30.”

By the time we returned home, about three hours should have passed. We should have arrived around 9:00 pm. How did we gain approximately 90 minutes, and did the temporal change have anything to do with the sickening feeling in the park? We have yet to figure it out.

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“I think that precognition is a kind of mental time travel into the future to get information.” — Dr. Julia Mossbridge, cognitive neuroscientist

Recently, I have had some minor, but interesting, episodes of what I like to call “flash precognition.” In my experience, flash precognition differs from other types of precognition because the message or warning comes “just in the nick of time.” Many people receive precognitive messages, but they often refer to events or situations somewhat in the future. Flash precognition warns of something imminent–just around the corner.

Bad News and Precognition

The first event involved my cell phone. I was heading to the bathroom to get a shower, and I had a very clear thought to take my cell phone. I thought this was odd, because I never get calls that early in the morning. Unless I am actively waiting to hear from someone, I rarely take my phone into the bathroom.

Still, the thought was strong and clear, and I have been trying to practice mindfulness to strengthen my connection to Spirit… I thought, okay, Universe. Let’s test this. If the phone rings, I’ll know the thought came from Spirit. I took the phone into the bathroom and put it on the counter. Just as I was stepping into the shower, it rang. Since I’d gotten a head’s up from Spirit, I figured I’d better see who was calling.

It was my sister. She was calling from work to tell me she was losing her job of 19 years–one year before qualifying for maximum pension and retirement benefits. She and a handful of other engineers had just received the news. To say she was upset and needed to talk would be an understatement. I was glad I had paid attention to Spirit’s prompting about the phone; otherwise, it might have been hours before I noticed the call.

“Shattered, Shattered”

The second flash was much more mundane, but even more immediate. I was emptying the dishwasher early one morning, waiting for the coffee to brew. I started to pull two glasses from the top rack, and in my mind’s eye, I saw one of them shatter, sending shards everywhere. Too bad I didn’t stop in my tracks that moment and slow down. My sleepy brain interpreted the vision as “something that could happen,” not something that would happen.

As I pulled the glasses out of the rack, I clipped one on the lip of the counter above the dishwasher. Sure enough, it exploded. Coffee had to wait as I cleaned broken glass from the counter, the inside of the dishwasher, the sink and the floor.

So, why do we get warnings about some things, but not others? That’s probably the wrong question, because it assumes messages are only sent intermittently. I suspect that in reality, communications transmit all the time, about everything. The problem is that we perceive only a small number of them.

Whatever one calls the wellspring of precognition, be it Spirit, God, or the quantum source field, psychic energy is the most subtle of forces. Humans perceive energy through emotions and physical senses. My guess is that we are largely insensitive to these delicate transmissions because of our modern lifestyles. We are continually preoccupied with endless task lists, competing deadlines, constant attempts to multitask and unrelenting stress. If we are always distracted by the larger world, subtle energies go unnoticed. How many of us would notice a fly while wrestling an alligator?

Science Confirms Precognition

Yet, we do receive these transmissions. Dr. Mossbridge, quoted above, conducted a meta-analysis of seven independent precognition studies. The experiments show that average, everyday humans are aware of occurrences before they transpire. The unconscious mind anticipates events, and the body responds to the precognition with increased heartrate, sweating and other scientifically measurable nervous system changes. In addition to physical changes, I know from personal experience that precognition can cause radical emotional changes, even when the nature of the event is unknown.

To learn more about precognition from a scientific perspective, read about Dr. Mossbridge’s work here.

In closing, I’ll share one more example of flash precognition. It occurred while driving home one night. I was turning off the main street onto the meandering, country-like road leading into our neighborhood. As I made the turn, in my mind’s eye I suddenly saw a cartoonish image of a huge stag. I immediately slowed down and turned on my high beams. About half a mile later, I turned a corner, and standing there, right on the yellow line, was a huge, magnificent buck. Had I hit him, it would have been terrible for both of us.

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Until next time, #didthatjusthappen ?

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