reply to post by Thermo Klein
You have no idea how badly I want to call all of you a bunch of loonies for believing in this stuff. BUT I CAN'T!
Sometimes I swear that the universe is playing tricks on me. JUST me. The universe (or whatever force you want to call it), likes to change things
that I don't particularly pay attention to. This leaves me filled with uncertainty because I can't verify a change when I wasn't interested enough in
that subject to really pay attention to it. Here are some incidences that will explain it better.
I am not into spectator sports. But, one would have to live on a deserted island to not hear people talking about sports, or read or watch bits of
news on sports. So, I pick up what I call peripheral information on things that I don't care about. In this instance I was fully confident of the fact
that the new England Patriots had won three Superbowls in a row: In 2002, 2003, and 2004. A few years later I learned that the Patriots lost in 2003,
but won in 2005. I just shrugged it off as, well, I'm just not into sports.
In the 1980's, after my divorce, I moved in with my sister and her husband. My nephew was into tennis, so to be a part of his life I used to play
tennis with him, and we watched televised tennis on a regular basis. I remember watching the Williams girls, knowing that these two powerhouses were
going to make big names for themselves.
Again, this was in the 80's. The link below is to Serena Williams' biography, which clearly states that Serena didn't turn pro until 1995.
The frustrating part is that I wasn't into tennis (I was into enjoying time with my nephew) so I wouldn't retain enough info on the Williams girl in
order for me to say without a doubt that I had watched them in the 80's. Still very strange though.
This one is a lock. I remember quite clearly asking my mother about where our ancestors came from. I was a young teen, but the info my mother gave me
was unforgettable. She told me that I had an ancestor that was a horse thief in France. At that time the French prisons were overloaded, so France
shipped some of the prisoners to Australia, and some to Canada. My ancestor landed in Canada. With the shame of being labeled a horse thief, this
ancestor moved into the United States and changed his last name.
Years later, my mother happened to be in the same room with me as I told my daughter about this ancestor. My mother looked totally shocked and said,
"Where in the world did you ever hear a story like that?'
I reminded her that she was the one that told me. She denied it emphatically, and everything about her denial (her tone, body movements) convinced me
that she was telling the truth. Problem is, my mother was not a family-type person, meaning she never took me to visit other family members. I never
knew my father, so I couldn't get this information from him or his family