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Originally posted by Talltexxxan
But there is something I've noticed though. It only happens if Im trying to NOT make it happen. The moment I consciously try to make a certain things happen or forsee something, it wont work. That dang conscious mind, always getting in the way of the badass sub-conscious.
Originally posted by Andromedabound
That is called the universe talking to you. It happens when your ready and it can happen a lot! Don't think 'super hero' or 'psychic hero' too much or you will lose it. That is called 'ego maniac'.
If you look at it as God talking to you, it can be very sweet and it's the beginning of a romance with the Infinite that can grow and has no limits. We all have these capabilities when we develop intuition.
Again, don't let the ego get involved, just say hello God!
Originally posted by lacrimosa
if you dont understand what I'm talking about, then its just not your time yet.
no, if i dont understand what your talking about it's more likely i have more brain cell's than you.
bland coincidence's superman.
but pls,go ahead and think youre special.
Get off your high horse, I never said I was special did I? I beleive, as others here, that it is latent abilities that are for some reason becoming more prominent. How bout you go get a fresh bowl of cheerios and come back with something constructive and less b**chy to say. k?
In 1970 I wrote a novel called Flow My Tears, the Policeman Said. One of the characters is a nineteen-year-old girl named Kathy. Her husband's name is Jack. Kathy appears to work for the criminal underground, but later, as we read deeper into the novel, we discover that actually she is working for the police. She has a relationship going on with a police inspector. The character is pure fiction. Or at least I thought it was.
Anyhow, on Christmas Day of 1970, I met a girl named Kathy—this was after I had finished the novel, you understand. She was nineteen years old. Her boyfriend was named Jack. I soon learned that Kathy was a drug dealer. I spent months trying to get her to give up dealing drugs; I kept warning her again and again that she would get caught. Then, one evening as we were entering a restauant together, Kathy stopped short and said, "I can't go in." Seated in the restaurant was a police inspector whom I knew. "I have to tell you the truth," Kathy said. "I have a relationship with him."
Certainly, these are odd coincidences. Perhaps I have precognition. But the mystery becomes even more perplexing; the next stage totally baffles me. It has for four years.
In 1974 the novel was published by Doubleday. One afternoon I was talking to my priest—I am an Episcopalian—and I happened to mention to him an important scene near the end of the novel in which the character Felix Buckman meets a black stranger at an all-night gas station, and they begin to talk. As I described the scene in more and more detail, my priest became progressively more agitated. At last he said, "That is a scene from the Book of Acts, from the Bible! In Acts, the person who meets the black man on the road is named Philip—your name." Father Rasch was so upset by the resemblance that he could not even locate the scene in his Bible. "Read Acts," he instructed me. "And you'll agree. It's the same down to specific details."
I went home and read the scene in Acts. Yes, Father Rasch was right; the scene in my novel was an obvious retelling of the scene in Acts... and I had never read Acts, I must admit. But again the puzzle became deeper. In Acts, the high Roman official who arrests and interrogates Saint Paul is named Felix—the same name as my character. And my character Felix Buckman is a high-ranking police general; in fact, in my novel he holds the same office as Felix in the Book of Acts: the final authority. There is a conversation in my novel which very closely resembles a conversation between Felix and Paul.
Well, I decided to try for any further resemblances. The main character in my novel is named Jason. I got an index to the Bible and looked to see if anyone named Jason appears anywhere in the Bible. I couldn't remember any. Well, a man named Jason appears once and only once in the Bible. It is in the Book of Acts. And, as if to plague me further with coincidences, in my novel Jason is fleeing from the authorities and takes refuge in a person's house, and in Acts the man named Jason shelters a fugitive from the law in his house—an exact inversion of the situation in my novel, as if the mysterious Spirit responsible for all this was having a sort of laugh about the whole thing.
Felix, Jason, and the meeting on the road with the black man who is a complete stranger. In Acts, the disciple Philip baptizes the black man, who then goes away rejoicing. In my novel, Felix Buckman reaches out to the black stranger for emotional support, because Felix Buckman's sister has just died and he is falling apart psychologically. The black man stirs up Buckman's spirits and althought Buckman does not go away rejoicing, at least his tears have stopped falling. He had been flying home, weeping over the death of his sister, and had to reach out to someone, anyone, even a total stranger. It is an encounter between two strangers on the road which changes the life of one of them—both in my novel and in Acts. And one final quirk by the mysterious Spirit at work: the name Felix is the Latin word for "happy." Which I did not know when I wrote the novel.
A careful study of my novel shows that for reasons which I cannot even begin to explain I had managed to retell several of the basic incidents from a particular book of the Bible, and even had the right names. What could explain this? That was four years ago that I discovered all this. For four years I have tried to come up with a theory and I have not. I doubt if I ever will.
But the mystery had not ended there, as I had imagined. Two months ago I was walking up to the mailbox late at night to mail off a letter, and also to enjoy the sight of Saint Joseph's Church, which sits opposite my apartment building. I noticed a man loitering suspiciously by a parked car. It looked as if he was attempting to steal the car, or maybe something from it; as I returned from the mailbox, the man hid behind a tree. On impulse I walked up to him and asked, "Is anything the mattter?"
"I'm out of gas," the man said. "And I have no money."
Incredibly, because I have never done this before, I got out my wallet, took all the money from it, and handed the money to him. He then shook hands with me and asked where I lived, so that he could later pay the money back. I returned to my apartment, and then I realized that the money would do him no good, since there was no gas station within walking distance. So I returned, in my car. The man had a metal gas can in the trunk of his car, and, together, we drove in my car to an all-night gas station. Soon we were standing there, two strangers, as the pump jockey filled the metal gas can. Suddenly I realized that this was the scene in my novel—the novel written eight years before. The all-night gas station was exactly as I had envisioned it in my inner eye when I wrote the scene—the glaring white light, the pump jockey—and now I saw something which I had not seen before. The stranger who I was helping was black.
We drove back to his stalled car with the gas, shook hands, and then I returned to my apartment building. I never saw him again. He could not pay me back because I had not told him which of the many apartments was mine or what my name was. I was terribly shaken up by this experience. I had literally lived out a scene completely as it had appeared in my novel. Which is to say, I had lived out a sort of replica of the scene in Acts where Philip encounters the black man on the road.
Originally posted by Talltexxxan
Let me start by saying, if you dont understand what I'm talking about, then its just not your time yet.
My whole life I've had some pretty incredable coincidences/sync's. But in the past year or so it's just getting to be too much for me to just right it off as mear coincidences. Here are a few of the examples that have happened recently.
-I was driving my wifes truck when all of a sudden the fuel pump started going out. I wasnt far from home but had a ton of red lights to make it through before I got there. I just kept saying to myself please let me catch all the lights green, and sure enough, I didnt hit a single one red. Let me say that I've lived in this area of Houston for most of my life and I have NEVER caught all the light along this stretch of road green.
-I was sitting at a red light late for work but there was a woman infront of me that wasnt turning when she had plently of gaps in traffic. I didnt honk at her I just thought in my head" GOOOO!!!!...MOVE!!!!!! GOOOO!!!! and then she went at the worst possible time and nearly got t-boned by a dump truck. (I felt bad)
-I play online poker and last week I was playing for about an hour and knew what cards I was going to get before they were delt.It wasnt every hand but probably about 80 percent.
-I was driving to work and needed some smokes, I only had a couple of bucks and was gonna have to get a cheaper brand of cigs than I normally buy. I stoped at a gas station I rarely go to ( like 3 time in my whole life) and when I went to the counter there was a 'camel' representitive there and she offered me a free pack of my favorite cigs.
-I was driving home from work and all of a sudden I smelt Italian food, and I thought to myself, "hmmm, I bet were having italian for dinner", and sure enough thats what was on the table.
-Where I work, the shop has no radios and all of a sudden a song poped in my head. I went back to my desk to check my phone. My wife had texted me the lyrics of the song I was thinking of.
-I'll be asking myself a question or wondering about somthing and without me saying a word, someone near me will answer what I was wondering.
-The other night the wife and I were having a little fight and I went to the hareware store with a friend. I told him, that its probably best if my wife goes to stay with her mother for a few days. I get back to the house and the first thing my wife says is, so do you think it would be best for me to stay at my moms, for a few days? (note: we rarely fight and have NEVER spoke about her ever staying at her mothers house)
-I was sitting at a redlight and desided to change the radio station even thought the song that was on was one that I liked. The station I turned it to was playing a song I had never heard before and a line in the song said"and then I hit the curb". And not 5 seconds later a car turning at the intersection was going too fast and slamed into the curb.
There are so many more "coicidences" that happen to me daily, that I really only remember the ones that really stop me in my tracks. Such as I'll know exactly what someone is about to say, the answer to questions that I have no business knowing, ect.Its mostly like I just get flashes of information but cant decern wether its something about to happen or if its just a random thought until it actually happens. I feel that alot of these occor while I'm driving because Im alone in my thoughts and may we in a different state of mind.
Its exciting but now I feel its getting harder to tell the difference between my own thoughts and the ones of the people around me. Im working on training my mind to give me signals that a thought is either not of my own or a premontion of somthing to happen. So are there any other members that have experienced this or have some techniques they use to get this honed in? Or if you have some stories you would like to share about similar things happening to you.
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