I am on the fence when it comes to psychic powers. I realize that according to Uri Geller and a whole bunch of other scientists, there is no scientific proof that they exist. I was raised by scientists, a physicist and a bacteriologist to be exact, and I studied a lot of science and math at the University since I thought I wanted to be a doctor.
Consequently, I have a great respect for science, technology, and the experimental method. But scientists don’t know everything. They know they don’t, too. Have you noticed how the closer the quantum physicists get to finding the smallest particle possible, the more mystical and spiritual they become?
All I know is, I won’t play games that involve dice with my little sister. I have played backgammon with her too much to believe any longer that there is no such thing as telekinesis. There may be one possible combination of dice that makes it impossible for me to move, she will call it out and that is what I will roll. She will roll the numbers that advance her the fastest and kill you most often, over and over and over again. She calls them out as the dice leave the cup. It is uncanny. Disturbing. Frustrating.
If I could harness that power and take her to Vegas we could be rich. Well, if I understood the rules of the game of Craps, and how to bet on it, we would be rich.
Anyway, I have experienced extra sensory perception over and over again. I don’t know if I could reproduce it in the laboratory. When Jim and I first lived together in San Francisco, I would “get” what we were having for dinner on my short drive home. I’d be driving along, and I would think “Gee, we should go out to The Great Wall tonight. I really would enjoy some Szechuan Beef.” Or, I would think, “It has been a long time since we went to Cecilia’s. Maybe we should go there tonight.” Or I would think nothing.
Invariably, on those occasions when I thought nothing in particular, I would walk into a house redolent with the smells of something delicious in preparation. When I had been thinking about a particular restaurant or style of cooking, there would be no such smells, and my chef/partner would say “I think we should have Chinese (Mexican, Pizza, Italian, Thai, Sushi) tonight.” I always got the nationality right, too, during my musings. This became so common it stopped feeling uncanny.
I can “read” my massage clients too. I always know as soon as I put my hands on them whether they suffered abuse as a child. Or if they are being abused now. I sense pregnancy in women, often before they do. So far I have guessed the sex of the child with 100% accuracy. Admittedly, it isn’t a large sample. But so far I have always been correct.
One of the most useful tasks this “sensing” ability performs for me is the “deer alarm” when I am driving. I have become so accurate with this ability, my husband even asks me when we start out driving if there are any deer out there. What I do is, I put my hands on the wheel and send out my third eye, or intuition if you’d like, to look ahead on my path. I try to “hear” whether there is a deer out there. The presence of deer near the road registers as an area of confused, nervous, indecisive energy.
The other day when we were going to the monthly sauna gathering, I “knew” there were deer in the little valley that Highway A runs through before you turn on Carroll Cave Road. Sure enough, there were three of them, and they chose to bound across the road directly in the path of our car. I missed them, because I was ready for them before I came around the curve. After we passed that spot, I “knew” there was one in the field right after we exited the highway onto Carroll Cave Road. Sure enough, there he was. Missed him too.
On one occasion when we were coming home from Jay and Jeri’s, I felt a deer when we started out, but he wasn’t very close. I really picked up on him as we came past the Cedar Ridge Church, and sure enough he was perched on a little grassy spot above a small embankment that Highway P runs under as it descends to the low water crossing after the church. He was far enough from the road he could have just stood there. I could have assumed that was what he was going to do, but I knew I needed to slow way down. I did, and the idiot deer jumped off the bank and directly in front of the car. If he had waited a second, he could have jumped right on the hood. I didn’t hit him, because I was almost at a dead stop already when he jumped.
Last night, I was coming home from Jeri’s after a day of running errands in Springfield. I hadn’t felt a deer all day. As soon as I started up her driveway, the feeling of deer was very strong. I felt it just ahead. I turned off Benton Branch Road onto Highway K and there, about a tenth of a mile down the straight stretch I saw a quadruped crossing the road in front of me. It was dark, but I figured it was the deer I had sensed. It was. He stood, a bundle of fear and confusion, at the edge of the road, watching me drive down the hill towards him. I slowed way down, he jumped, first in front of me, and then he slipped a little, scrabbled, and leaped back the way he had come, and bounded up the bank. In my headlights, I saw he had a very nice rack, probably eight points.
Is this all coincidence? Maybe. Maybe not. But I sure do listen when I get the messages, whatever the source.
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Hmmmmm (typical male skeptic “Hmmmmm”)
I guess I have too much of the “Let’s replicate the experiment” in me 🙂
heh. yea, she really can throw the dice. i’ve only beaten her once and that was when she first taught me to play. it’s never happened again. she does it with the scrabble tiles too, have you noticed?
Well, now, Archie. That’s the whole point. I’ve been replicating the experiment for years. After a while, I just have to sort of start to trust that there is something actually happening.
Yes, alex, I have noticed that she does it with scrabble tiles too,but not nearly as well as the dice.
It is the testosterone – it kills the psychic abilities and makes most men skeptics – – – 🙂
Could be. I think it is interesting that in spite of being a man and a big skeptic, my husband has started asking me if I think there are deer out there when we start driving anywhere.
Hmmmmm….what does a deer “feel” like? Whatever it is … I’m glad you didn’t hit one of them. For their sake and yours!
–L
A deer “feels” like “Yes” when I ask “Is there/will there be a deer in the road?” The stronger the certainty, the closer the deer is to my present position. I guess it isn’t so much an alarm as a premonition.