Premonitions or other psychic experiences?

[shereads]

3 reasons for this thread:

1. CDog offered to relate a true psychic experience, in another thread. (I told him I had heard it already. I was lying. To get in the Christmas spirit.

2. I've been wanting to start a thread on this topic. Someone in the forum might be channeling Hemingway, or Lady Byrd Johnson. If we don't ask, they won't tell.

3. Procrastination. I have to leave in a couple of hours for the ten-hour drive to my mom's, but first I have to wrap presents, do a load of laundry, pack, take a nap, make coffee, fall asleep again, load the car, stop for gas, and get the oil changed and the tires checked. I'm too tired to do any of those things.

Have a safe holiday, pornsters. A happy one, if you can, and a peaceful one if nothing else.



CANTDOG. I understand you had a psychic experience in 1966. What can you tell us about it?

 

[shereads]

I sense that CDog is asleep or otherwise delayed.

My psychic experience was kind of lame, but it didn't seem so when I was twelve years old. As a place-holder until someone else takes a turn, it'll have to do:

I dreamed that my beagle died. The next day my beagle died.

 

[ABSTRUSE]

I'm interested in this also.

Sher, If I don't see you, have a merry Christmas love.

 

[cantdog]

I left a link in that post, sher. When you lied, I thought sure you'd followed the link.

here it is again, pasted from the place the link would have taken you to. But it is only true, not psychic.

Magoo-a-scene

I think it was Boy's Life that had this one, which Bobby Stover pulled on me. It gave me insight into prestidigitation and mentalist acts.

We were lazing around of a summer's day, as twelve- and thirteen-year-olds will do. I denied telepathy, citing experience (all twelve years of it! A lifetime!). He said he thought it could be done, and proposed an experiment.

"Ten-thirty tonight 'til eleven, you listen. I'll try to send a thought." So the pact was made.

Ten-thirty. And I experienced my first difficulty shutting up the mind's incessant chatter to itself. The problem would recur when I tried to induce trance states later, to meditate, but this was my first brush with it. Eventually I restricted my attention to the complex grinding "tick" of the bedside alarm clock. With the pillow wrapped around my head I could still hear it, chuckling metallically over the passing of each second. My mind improvized ditties to the beat, but I could hold it to just that, and eventually it became eleven o'clock.

Despite my every attempt to damp the tendency to think about other things, I did hear nonsense syllables. They adapted to the clock song: scene scene magoo-a-scene, scene scene magoo-a-scene.

Obviously a failure.

So I reported the next day. But he said wait a minute.

"I didn't send real words," he told me. "We've been together every day in the summers for years, any thing I said could have been something you might have thought of. We do a lot of stuff together, see the same shows on TV. No, I sent nonsense syllables, so it'd be a real test!"

I allowed there had been nonsense syllables over the half hour in question.

"Ooh! Early or late in the half-hour?"

"Pretty late. I didn't get it dumbed down enough--"

"I didn't start sending until late!"
He pressed me for them, seeming excited, and eager to hear what they had been.

Reluctantly I coughed up. "It's really fucked up, but it was scene scene magoo-a-scene, scene scene magoo-a-scene, over and over."

"No machree-a-scene?"

"What?"

"I sent "magoo-a-scene, machree-a-scene. Many times."

You can see the steps in the deception, but it was a marvelous thing for Douggy, who heard the report and the discussion after the fact. He believed we'd done it.

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Sorry to mislead.

Or not to have led sufficiently well or something. But there was a link!

 

[TheEarl]

I've had a little bit of precognition every now and again, things like I know exactly what song is going to be on the radio next. I'll think - "I haven't heard that song in ages" and suddenly it'll be on the radio, despite the fact that it wasn't tha popular when it was released 2 years ago. That kinda thing's happened quite often.

The Earl

 

[Guest]

i do believe we do have premonitions. how can we explain the 95% of the brain we don't use?

at 634pm 15 years ago, i was doing some macreme and just watching tv when i suddenly burst into tears. the feeling was overwhelming loss and devestation. moments later i got a phone call from my father that my uncle had died unexpectedly. it was eerie, that feeling of total loss.
dont know if it was connected at all but it sure as hell seemed to be.


dad and i used to play this game. we would find a magazine and sit across from each other, 'sending' images mentally. we would describe what we were seeing behind our closed eyes. it was amazing how close to the images we would be.

yeah... so, maybe i am a flake, but i do believe.

v~the loon

 

[NoJo]

I dreamed that my beagle died. The next day my beagle died.

I dreamed that two married friends of mine, who had never met, started having an affair. Next day, I found my lost sunglasess in an old jacket I was about to throw away. Coincidence? I think not.

 

[Guest]

I dreamed that two married friends of mine, who had never met, started having an affair. Next day, I found my lost sunglasess in an old jacket I was about to throw away. Coincidence? I think not.

*snicker*
i needed that this morning.

 

[dr_mabeuse]

Does anyone else have the power to turn flickering streetlights off when they walk under them?

This seemed to happen to me a lot, especially in my old neighborhood where there was one light that would always flicker when I got home late at night. I'd park, and as I walked under the streetlight it would go off, then flicker back on when I'd passed by.

I always assumed there was some sort of inductive field thing going on, or maybe a loose transformer coil, but it didn't always happen, and it didn't happen for other people.

Other than that, I've had several occasions where I knew I was going to go to the bathroom, and sure enough I did. Does that count?

--Zoot

 

[rikaaim]

I was warned against a car accident I was going to have. It was the first time I ever felt anything like that and didn't really know what it was. It was last year, snowing, ugly, like now. I had to go to school at night after work, and all day something just felt wrong. I felt like I was going to die. I didn't know what to do. I thought, "Well, that's just silly. I'm not gonna die. It's just me being paranoid." As the day went on the snow got worse and the roads were really bad. My boss/friend said I should call the school to see if they were open. Even she was worried about it. I called and no one answered. Having missed too many days as it was, I decided to go to school. I was going down the freeway and something was screaming in my head, "Turn around now! You're going to die if you keep going!" I didn't have car inssurance and for the past 2 weeks I "felt" I HAD to get car inssurance. I knew it was illegal, but this type of feeling had never surfaced before. So, I'm going down the freeway, come to my exit and start up the road to school. I come to this steep hill and then I saw it. A white Infinite on the other side of the road, slipped, crossed the double yellow line, and was coming right for me. I had no one to escape because on the other side of me was a monster hill that careened into a ditch. The only thing I could do was sit there and be hit. I thought at that moment, "OH! So this is it. Okay." I just knew I wasn't going to be hurt physically, but it still sucked. Then I had a year long fight with the courts and everything was a mess after that. I certainly know what that voice sounds like now and what that warning means. I must thank God for the warning, because I feel it was Him who was trying to save me. Everything worked out in the end. Both cars were totaled, no saving them. And the court thing was a HUGE mess, but it worked out too. Now I have the same fear this year, but not the same feeling. I know things will be okay this year.

 

[Boota]

I've always been psychotic. I mean, psychic. Actually, I think I'm both. I know what's going to happen to you, and then I follow you around to make sure that it does.

Dr. M, I have heard a few other people talk about streetlights going out around them. I believe it was explained as sensitivity by some kinds of lighs to the natural electrical currents put out by certain individuals. I have no idea if any of that is true or not.

When I have a dream with a blackbird in it that dream always comes true. There is no time frame, it could be the next day or a year later. So far it hasn't proven to be a very useful ability.

About 20 years ago I was getting into a car with my girlfriend and we were riding with a friend of ours. He is a good driver, but for some reason I just felt like she should have her seatbelt on. It was unusual because I NEVER wore a seatbelt back then or insisted that anyone else should. This time I was adamant with her that she put the seatbelt on, and for once, she listened to me. Less than a block from where we started we were in a wreck. The paramedics checking her out at the scene and the cops looking at the car determined that if she hadn't been wearing the seatbelt her head would have likely busted through the window, possibly killing her, but certainly injuring her much worse.

 

[sweetnpetite]

I've had several- but here's one where I sent a message-

I had no car, and my boyfriend took me to the grocery store, dropped me off and went home (to a neigboring city) I realized that I left the milk in his car, sitting on the floor in front passenger side- I ran out- but he was gone.

I did my best to consentrate on him- I even put my fingers one my temples. I focused on him and 'called' to him with my mind, using his first and last name.

Instead of telling him a direct message (I forgot my milk, bring it back)- I tried to send him an impulse. There is a stop sign up the road from were I stayed (not a light- a sign, so you have to stop) so I said over and over with as much intensity as I could muster- when you stop at the stop sign, glance down at the floor, notice my milk there and turn around and drive back here to bring it back to me. I was as explicit and detail oriented as I could get.

A few minutes later, he drove back to give me the milk and I asked him when he realized that I had forgotten it. He told me that when he stopped at the stopsighn he happened to glance down and see it there.

I've tried unsuccessfully to send messages to, unfortunatly, but this one worked. It could have been coincidence- but he could have easily *not* noticed the milk until he was home.

I've also had the experience of picking up people's headaches- I think I need shields. One time someone I worked with walked past me and I felt a pain on one side. I said- do you have a head ache? And she said yes- and I said "just on one side?" (I felt it on the left, but wasn't brave enough to say the left side) and she said, "Yeah, on my left side" (The pain left when she walked past me, luckily no lasting effect) I've felt the flicker at other times when someone with a headache come near me.

 

[cantdog]

Does anyone else have the power to turn flickering streetlights off when they walk under them?

This seemed to happen to me a lot, especially in my old neighborhood where there was one light that would always flicker when I got home late at night. I'd park, and as I walked under the streetlight it would go off, then flicker back on when I'd passed by.

I always assumed there was some sort of inductive field thing going on, or maybe a loose transformer coil, but it didn't always happen, and it didn't happen for other people.

Other than that, I've had several occasions where I knew I was going to go to the bathroom, and sure enough I did. Does that count?

--Zoot

Exactly. I've done that, and when I walk with certain others it happens more frequently. Nothing affects the blasted area lights in the yards, though.

It is very cool to approach a streetlight and shut it off so that you walk under it in the comfy dark. I wish I knew what does it, so I could arrange for it more consistently. And others, as you mention, seem not to have the "power."

(Most people, however, don't even walk at night, and have no opinion.)

Hardly on a par with prophetic visions. Still.


cantdog

 

[cantdog]

Dr. M, I have heard a few other people talk about streetlights going out around them. I believe it was explained as sensitivity by some kinds of lighs to the natural electrical currents put out by certain individuals. I have no idea if any of that is true or not.

Zoot, I have a problem which plagued me for my ambulance years, when I needed a sweep second hand for pulses and breathing rates. I magnetize wristwatches. The damn things stick, freeze up. The repair dude said they were magnetized shut. "Some people just do that," he said.

That would be me, very strongly. I have to carry a pocket watch, and even then there are eventually difficulties. Do you have that property as well?

cantdog

 

[Lisa Denton]

O.k., I worked up the nerve to tell mine. I was a teenager and always rode the bus to school. I had heard ghost stories from a mean Uncle when I was little so anything strange scared the hell outta me.

I was just waking up when I had a dream, or was dreaming, or something. There was this orange shirt, thats all of the dream I could remember, but it was scary as hell and I couldn't figure out why. When I was eating my cereal I was staring into the milky cheerios and trying to remember my dream and why it scared me.

I don't think I remembered the dream, it was kinda like I was having another dream, but I was awake, and aware, looking at the cheerios and a scene came into my mind.

I was above myself, in the air, watching me. I was running down the street, I was late for something, there was urgency. I saw the me down there stop dead still, and like shiver. That me looked at the houses to the right and me in the air did too. The cars in the drives, the fences, the windows in the houses. There was something very strange, then I also noticed the me down there was wearing the orange shirt from my dream.

I was staring into my cereal and breathing hard and scared to death. I looked at the clock, shit, I had been sitting there eating a bowl of cereal for almost an hour.

I ran for the shower and was throwing on clothes when I realized the only clean shirt I had was that orange one but I had to go, couldn't miss the bus over some silly dream/vision crap. I looked at the clock again, shit, five minutes to get to the bus stop and hope it wasn't early as usually it was.

I was running down the street and it happened, I felt dread and fear and stopped dead still, shivering. I didn't want to but I looked to my right and it was all there. The cars, the fences, the windows in the houses, exactly what I had seen earlier.

I managed to start running again, caught the bus and went to school. All that day I thought I was going to die or get hurt or something wierd.

Nothing happened, I didn't tell anybody, for days and weeks I went over it in my mind. What did it mean? Was it just my fear of things like that or was there really something scary going on? I never figured it out, but I will never forget it.

 

[cantdog]

Secret CIA cereal with experimental Ken Kesey mind chemicals in it, Lisa...

Wow, that's a spooky one.

 

[Lisa Denton]

Secret CIA cereal with experimental Ken Kesey mind chemicals in it, Lisa...

Wow, that's a spooky one.

But what did it mean? Seriously? Anybody?

 

[curious2c]

I have had numerous premonitions throughout my life. Usually a feeling of numbness, followed by that thought...'you don't want to do this'.

 

[shereads]

Yesteray I had a very strong feeling that I didn't want to drive ten hours to my sister's house for Christmas.

This morning, my car wouldn't start and I had to buy a new alternator.

I still don't want to drive to my sister's house, but now I have a new alternator!

 

[shereads]

But what did it mean? Seriously? Anybody?

I don't know, Lisa, but it's time we found out. I had the same experience with Rice Chex. For some reason, it's scarier with Cheerios.

 

[cantdog]

First, we have to imagine that you knew the view at that spot you stopped at. This was not a brand new locale to you.

When I waken reluctantly sometimes (I know, hang on, I'll tie it in) I do a snooze but I visualize having gotten up, you know, getting ready for work or school or whatever it is, while actaully cheating and having gone back to sleep. A sort of dream to cheat myself into feeling okay about not getting up.

That bulge in reality; that sensation of staring, frozen; that numb, balloning sensation curious2c describes-- all these are the same feeling, aren't they? As if the reality you were in got bigger, looser somehow, and you fall into the "new " space between the old edge of it and the new one.

There's a sense of fragility, a roaring in the ears, very subtle. You know that something's new and changed, but it hasn't, yet. The objects before you are the same, but the look or feel of the world is different, disconnected a little, numb. You feel an echo of the same sensation in deja vu experiences.

It's so fucked up to describe, I'm having to do it by metaphor and exaggeration. It's not as intense as I'm making it sound. Yours was as intense as that, Lisa, and I had a recurring fever dream as intense as that, when we had the gas leak and didn't realize it. (We thought we were all sick, but when Dad left the house, he got better until he came home. Otherwise, we'd have died.)

Anyway, I think, listening to your description, curious2c's, and remembering mine, that it's tolerably likely the state of mind is the same one.

Fever, deja vu, prophetic dream, out-of-body experience-- same bubble in the ear sound, same staring, same subtle shift in perspective.

One of the trance states the brain is capable of. That's what I say. With a characteristic EEG pattern, too, doubtless.

The rest of your experience, Lisa, is like the dream where you rehearse the near future, because those are the actions you are supposed to be doing, would have been doing if you weren't staring into your sogging-up cereal bowl (or snoozing, in my case).

You never were struck by that particular piece of the landscape before, but it's always been there. Your mind registered it. It also seemed to have taken note of the fact that you would have to wear that shirt, because the others were unavailable.

One's mind sees all the world you can with all the senses, then you filter that huge amount of input. But it was there. Some part of you knew about the shirt.

Now, replay the experience, assume it means no more than a snooze dream about getting up when you really didn't.

Nothing supernatural is needed to explain any of it, looking at it as I've done. Right?

The question left over is, how come you spontaneously went into a trance at that moment?

Did that help?

 

[Lisa Denton]

I don't know, Lisa, but it's time we found out. I had the same experience with Rice Chex. For some reason, it's scarier with Cheerios.

I get this strange feeling that your new alternator will go out from having milk poured all over it.

The cereal didn't have nothing to do with my psychic phenomenom extra-cranial experience, thats just what I was eating at the time. Although now that you mention it, what strange things might have happened if I was eating a piece of toast also? Or maybe a biscuit? I like biscuits. I don't think I ever had any Rice Chex so I am not qualified to comment on that.

 

[Lisa Denton]

First, we have to imagine that you knew the view at that spot you stopped at. This was not a brand new locale to you.

When I waken reluctantly sometimes (I know, hang on, I'll tie it in) I do a snooze but I visualize having gotten up, you know, getting ready for work or school or whatever it is, while actaully cheating and having gone back to sleep. A sort of dream to cheat myself into feeling okay about not getting up.

That bulge in reality; that sensation of staring, frozen; that numb, balloning sensation curious2c describes-- all these are the same feeling, aren't they? As if the reality you were in got bigger, looser somehow, and you fall into the "new " space between the old edge of it and the new one.

There's a sense of fragility, a roaring in the ears, very subtle. You know that something's new and changed, but it hasn't, yet. The objects before you are the same, but the look or feel of the world is different, disconnected a little, numb. You feel an echo of the same sensation in deja vu experiences.

It's so fucked up to describe, I'm having to do it by metaphor and exaggeration. It's not as intense as I'm making it sound. Yours was as intense as that, Lisa, and I had a recurring fever dream as intense as that, when we had the gas leak and didn't realize it. (We thought we were all sick, but when Dad left the house, he got better until he came home. Otherwise, we'd have died.)

Anyway, I think, listening to your description, curious2c's, and remembering mine, that it's tolerably likely the state of mind is the same one.

Fever, deja vu, prophetic dream, out-of-body experience-- same bubble in the ear sound, same staring, same subtle shift in perspective.

One of the trance states the brain is capable of. That's what I say. With a characteristic EEG pattern, too, doubtless.

The rest of your experience, Lisa, is like the dream where you rehearse the near future, because those are the actions you are supposed to be doing, would have been doing if you weren't staring into your sogging-up cereal bowl (or snoozing, in my case).

You never were struck by that particular piece of the landscape before, but it's always been there. Your mind registered it. It also seemed to have taken note of the fact that you would have to wear that shirt, because the others were unavailable.

One's mind sees all the world you can with all the senses, then you filter that huge amount of input. But it was there. Some part of you knew about the shirt.

Now, replay the experience, assume it means no more than a snooze dream about getting up when you really didn't.

Nothing supernatural is needed to explain any of it, looking at it as I've done. Right?

The question left over is, how come you spontaneously went into a trance at that moment?

Did that help?

Yes, that makes sense, but this was a strange experience, I FELT that something BIG was going on. If I look at it the ways you suggest I could just say it was all a dream and that day never happened and I didn't even have a orange shirt. Also Cant, I am telling you, I don't think I was remembering my dream. It was like I was having a dream right there, but I also knew I was awake and looking at a bowl of cereal.


(The question left over is, how come you spontaneously went into a trance at that moment?)

Thats what I'm sayin!!!!!!!!!!!! It was wierd!!!! And scary!!!

 

[cantdog]

trances can be very good news, a sign that you're getting more aware, that you're due for a new rung up the ladder in your spiritual development.

When was this? How long ago? Teenager, it says in the original post about this, which was very detailed. You've sweated this one.

Trances often carry a sense of Significance with them, I think. But the whole thing was so mundane in its content! When, in the end, you came to the spot where the perceived view lined up with the view in the out-of-body experience, you stopped and let the two match up. And they did. And nothing came of it, just the same! Frustratingly enough, there was never anything significant about the spot, the moment, the shirt-- none of it, even after all this time (only a year or two, surely, you are still so young!), has turned out to have any real significance.

Maddening.

But really, the most intriguing thing, for me, is still the trance, triggered by nothing we have a record of, lasting only a few seconds but by the clock an hour (another indicator that it is trance. Trance states are universally described as "timeless" or "outside the experience of time" or "time became irrelevant." You never can tell, directly, how long they go. They seem important so you hold still to stretch them out, trying not to pop the bubble.).

Teenagers are just beginning the final growth spurt experienced by the organism, and it happens only to the brain. Myriads of new connections, neural pathways, are laid down in the brain from the time of complete physical maturity to the age of about 25.

Try to remember the way, before this change, every experience was firstly an emotional one. Everything is so important when you're a teenager. You're still limbic, labile. Brain imaging studies show that the characteristic patterns of reaction in that age group use the emotional brain to a far larger extent than anyone around 25 or, of course, older.

Reason, the kind of control and discipline of reflection and judgement that was once called superego, all that comes in with the laying down of the thousands and thousands of new interconnections.

So there is a shakedown going on. This would have had to be at the beginning of that surge of brain growth.

cantdog

 

[Lisa Denton]

trances can be very good news, a sign that you're getting more aware, that you're due for a new rung up the ladder in your spiritual development.

When was this? How long ago? Teenager, it says in the original post about this, which was very detailed. You've sweated this one.

No, Cant, trances are not good news!!! Getting more aware? Shit I was freakin out, it was the spirit in the spiritual development that had me worried. I was old enough that adults would've thought I was on drugs, and my friends would've thought I was an idiot, if they could stop Laffin.

Trances often carry a sense of Significance with them, I think. But the whole thing was so mundane in its content! When, in the end, you came to the spot where the perceived view lined up with the view in the out-of-body experience, you stopped and let the two match up. And they did. And nothing came of it, just the same! Frustratingly enough, there was never anything significant about the spot, the moment, the shirt-- none of it, even after all this time (only a year or two, surely, you are still so young!), has turned out to have any real significance.

I am not THAT young, I just turned 25 this year and prolly will stay 25 for quite a few years. I thought it was significant, I thought I was gonna die or somethin. Oh, I forgot to say, I really liked that shirt but was afraid to wear it for awhile, then I never found it again. I remember which drawer I put it in to keep it away from my wearing clothes, but it was gone later.

Maddening.

Ima sorry.

But really, the most intriguing thing, for me, is still the trance, triggered by nothing we have a record of, lasting only a few seconds but by the clock an hour (another indicator that it is trance. Trance states are universally described as "timeless" or "outside the experience of time" or "time became irrelevant." You never can tell, directly, how long they go. They seem important so you hold still to stretch them out, trying not to pop the bubble.).

Teenagers are just beginning the final growth spurt experienced by the organism, and it happens only to the brain. Myriads of new connections, neural pathways, are laid down in the brain from the time of complete physical maturity to the age of about 25.

Try to remember the way, before this change, every experience was firstly an emotional one. Everything is so important when you're a teenager. You're still limbic, labile. Brain imaging studies show that the characteristic patterns of reaction in that age group use the emotional brain to a far larger extent than anyone around 25 or, of course, older.

You keep talkin about 25 and I am 25 now, does this mean its over, that it never did mean anything? I was kinda thinking that if I hadn't tranced out, and left on time, I woud have been hit by a car or something.

Reason, the kind of control and discipline of reflection and judgement that was once called superego, all that comes in with the laying down of the thousands and thousands of new interconnections.

So there is a shakedown going on. This would have had to be at the beginning of that surge of brain growth.

cantdog

My brain growth seems to be surgin all the time. Maybe this is significant, I was scared to death of ghosts, supernatural anything, black cats, you name it. At maybe a few months after that, when I realized I couldn't figure it out or understand why I was soooo scared, I stopped being afraid of stuff like that. I can kick a black cat and sit and have a cup of coffee with a ghost (I wouldn't really kick the cat, just sayin not scared of them) and I believe in supernatural stuff but am not really afraid of it. I guess the change had something to do with that entire episode or that time.

I always have thousands of new interconnections going on in my brain even now.

Oh, one more thing I dunno if its important. A few years before that they went berserk at my elementary school, said my I.Q. was almost off the scale on the high side. The silly guy that they brought in to do testin on me kinda had a nevous breakdown before they figured everything out, but hey, he even said he was trying to get me upset and find my breaking point, so I broke him.