posted on Nov, 3 2014 @ 06:56 PM
a reply to: Flowfessional
How did you test him and jowl it go exactly?
He used to make the best fried chicken in a pan over a camp stove and everyone would gather around to eat it. Then he'd pass it out telling everyone
what piece they wanted. I like breast meat and thats what he asked me the first time. You want a breast?
I said how'd you know that and everyone went like he knows what piece you want. He can read minds. They all knew it because he had done the same for
When they told me he could read minds I thought sure and began thinking things towards him and he would say stuff sudden like, you ain't being honest.
or I know, thats what I think, too. He couldn't know I was thinking or when I was thinking at him, but would look at me sometimes just puzzled or say
something that let me know he was "listening" or didn't like my playing him.
The last time was when he camped out behind this building where I stayed. It was an old walnut shipping plant all run down and haunted. I used to hear
people inside working (the place was closed) and see stuff out back on occasion that was harmless but startling. The night he lay down to sleep out
back I was thinking how I could tell him the place was haunted and he says, I know, I hear them too.
Then he tells me thats why he couldn't live normal society, rent apartments or hold jobs because other peoples thoughts drove him crazy. He had to go
to sleep aways (?) away form others so he could sleep peaceful. Thats when he also told me he could hear spirits thoughts, too.
All the time I spent off and on with him led me to conclude the same things others told me about him, too. That dude could read minds and hear others
thoughts. The thing that bothered him most about that he told me, and why people drove him crazy is that even though people stop talking their minds
always raced, even in their sleep.
edit on 3-11-2014 by intrptr because: spelling