If you are a prescient person, it means that you sometimes have knowledge of events before they take place. A sixth sense, as it were.
A friend suddenly pops into your mind for no particular reason, and presto — the phone rings and it's the same friend, who obviously felt compelled to call you at that very moment in time. I think all of us have this ability to some degree, because most of us have experienced the phone phenomenon. Others, though, seem to have a true second sight.
When I was growing up, my family often vacationed in Florida, and while there, we would swim in the ocean every day. One day, my brother went swimming alone. We didn't think much about it; he was a good swimmer and a lifeguard, as well.
After he had been gone for a while, my mother suddenly started to pace back and forth. When questioned, she admitted that she was worried about my brother. She said that she just knew something was terribly wrong.
After a few hours, she was about to call the Coast Guard when my brother came stumbling through the door. He told us a harrowing story of being caught in a riptide and being unable to get back to shore. Every attempt ended in his sinking and swallowing water. Fortunately, he did make it, but felt that he had looked into the face of death.
This didn't surprise my mother in the least. She knew the danger was there all along, lurking and ready to pounce.
Fast forward to the fall of 2011. My husband and I are flying from Portland to Puerto Vallarta, Mexico, when he mentions that he has been thinking about a college fraternity brother of his — someone he has not seen or heard from in nearly 50 years.
His friend John had helped him study for a difficult chemistry exam he needed to pass in order to get into medical school. John helped him greatly and my husband credits him as an important reason he was able to become a doctor. He told me he had no idea why John was suddenly on his mind.
A few days after arrival in Puerto Vallarta, we decided to try ziplining. At 8 a.m. on a cool Mexican morning, we found ourselves standing in a short line in front of the sign-up desk. My husband happened to be wearing his college sweatshirt.
The fellow behind us remarked on the shirt and they struck up a conversation that led to the discovey that not only had they attended the same college at the same time, but were also in the same fraternity.
Nevertheless, it wasn't until they exchanged names that my husband recognized his old fraternity brother — the very one he had been so inexplicably thinking about for days.
Now step forward in time to 2015. My chronically ill sister is in the hospital. She has been through this before, so we all expect her to recover. Three days into her hospital stay, I am sitting outside a gym after my daily workout. Suddenly, an image of my sister appears in my mind's eye and I find myself frozen in my seat. I feel plagued by a terrible weight pressing in from all sides. I literally cannot move. I somehow, some way, know beyond any doubt that my sister is about to leave us.
Eventually, I was able to hit the ignition and drive the 10 minutes to my home. As I walked through the door, the phone was ringing. I answered and listened as my niece told me that my sister was gone; that she had passed away exactly 10 minutes before, while I was sitting in my car, paralyzed by the power of a sixth sense.
I'm aware of other premonitory stories, so I am a believer in psychic energy and extrasensory perception. There is a lot we don't know, and I try to listen to those nagging little voices. They are our primordial brain working at trying to tell us what is coming next. Best pay attention.
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