Originally posted by FouL-LiveR
This is stupid.
We all have evil in us. We all experience negative emotions.
We are ALL evil. It's part of being human. If you sense bad vibes off of somebody, it's just as easily true somebody is just getting bad vibes off
You could both be thinking the same thing of each other, which would have you both giving off bad vibes.
You understand? Saying you sense evil, is a form of hate itself. You will look, annoyed or upset, and the person your sensing evil from would sense
evil from you. Meaning your prob thinking the same thing of each other.
Hardly......At least 3 times that I can be very sure of, a sudden sense of danger and the instant panic that rushed over me ....literally saved my
Maybe it happened more often than that, to a lesser degree....and I just didn't notice.?
The first instance occurred when I could have been no more than 5 or 6, certainly not 'world weary' enough to 'hate' my fellow man
indiscriminately..... maybe I 'sensed' evil, read their minds, precog-ed the possible future? You tell me what it was that saved my be-hind....
A playmate and I were sitting on the edge of a low rock wall at the edge of the 'sidewalk'. We lived in a quiet 50's neighborhood....almost no
traffic in the mornings after the neighbors had all gone to work.....my folks included. My Grandmother who stayed with us, was hanging wash in the
back yard, roughly 60 feet away, but just out of sight.
A truck with 2 men slowed to a stop in front of us, and the passenger leaned out toward me, grinning widely. He asked if my father was home....(He
had already passed our drive without pulling in....the truck sat in the street, the motor running....)
In a flash, I panicked.....totally out of character, as I had already learned to be polite to my elders, and not taught to fear strangers...I LIED to
the man, and began to scramble away from him.....when my little playmate began to correct me, announcing that I knew my Dad had gone to work, I
grabbed his shirt and began to drag him toward the back yard.....I began to yell back at the men that I would "Go Get DADDY!!"
They sped away in a spurt of gravel.....but not before my Gram got a good look at them and their truck.....When she described them to my father, he
did not know them.
I agree with the poster that suggested this 'ability' is probably a natural survival instinct.....a 'radar' that might have kept little 'tasty'
humans just one step ahead of a predator with intentions strong enough to 'send out vibes'!
[edit on 18-9-2009 by frayed1]