Conference turris::womannotes-v2

	When I was about 7 months pregnant with Greta, we communicated.
	It was very weird. She has always been able to communicate her
	thoughts, feelings and situations to me, not so much to her
	brother (I am not sure about this).  Five years ago when she
	was in England I knew when something happened to her - she
	had her purse snatched, before she called to tell me about it.

	_peggy

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 How interesting.

 My wife and I have had similar experiences. She has had a number of incidences
of deja vu. She also has dreams alot- she can often find where she left 
something by dreaming about it. I hope she dreams about a winning lottery
number soon. :-)

 I have occasionally answered a question before she's asked it. It feels
kinda weird. Sometimes I think of a song that I haven't heard on the radio
in years- when I turn on the radio, it's often either on one of the stations
I have programmed or it comes on within a few minutes.

 I have also developed a tendency to answer the phone with "Hi Bob" or
whatever, using the person's name. It tends to throw them off. Of course,
every now and then I guess wrong (though I have had the "right" person
beep through on call waiting).

 I hope you continue to relate these experinces, I find them most interesting.

 The Doctah

    There is a notesfile for psychic phenomena (and a whole HOST of
    other topics) called DEJAVU.  The most relevant topic I found was:
    
    779 - Communicating Across The Miles
    
    -Jody
    

    -1  could you please give us the node/name of the dejavu conference?
    
    thanks,
    ss

Re:  .4

>    could you please give us the node/name of the dejavu conference?

It's on BOMBE::DEJAVU (type SELect or hit KP7 to add it to your notebook).

						--Q (Dick Wagman)

    Peggy,
    
    I had similar experiences with my 'home grown' son when he
    was a baby to small child. Then when my next two (adotped)
    kids came along and I didn't have them I thought it was a side
    effect of bearing a child. However, my youngest child (also
    adopted) and I had similar experiences before she was three.
    
    My husband and I occasionally find ourselves in tune. 
    
    For me this is something that is not 'controlable' i.e. if I try
    to make it work it fails, but it works very nicely when I'm 
    not expecting it. ;-)
    
    I used to be able to call coins exactly up to a dozen times until
    I started to think about it and then I'd fail utterly.
    
    Bonnie

    I've never had thought-to-thought communication, but I see places
    that are going to play a part in my life, usually in dreams, but
    sometimes I "recall" them in my mind, the way I can recall places 
    I've seen physically in the past. 
    
    I got a postcard from a noting friend of mine in California (hi
    Jodi) that showed the town she lives in; I had often dreamed of
    walking around the lake in the picture.  When I got to Binghamton,
    NY, for graduate school, I knew the whole campus and much of the
    town better than some people who had gone to school there for four
    years.  I never thought about it; I just knew where everything
    was.  As Bonnie R. said, if you think about it, it doesn't work. 
    I got really lost a couple of times from trying to consciously
    will the knowledge.
    
    It makes me wonder if the vivid pictures of the other planets I
    write about in my fiction are real places . . . 
    
    And once when we were looking through a picture book, Kat pointed
    to a picture of a craggy Scottish castle and said, "We've been
    there, haven't we?"  No, we haven't, but according to the caption
    it's a castle four miles from the town some of our ancestors came
    from.  
    
    And Sunday morning Steven came in for breakfast and announced, "I
    knew you were going to make blueberry muffins this morning because
    I dreamed it."  I make Sunday breakfast maybe five times a year .
    . . 
    
    So it looks like it runs in the family.
    
    --bonnie

	To me it seems to be more that just things happening.  It is a
	way of communicating that is "real".  I was thinking about a
	better way of expressing it last night and came up with more
	words (of course) that come close.

	Some people eat their food with forks and knives, some with
	only spoons, some with chopsticks and others only use their
	fingers.  Now none of these are the ideal solution to eating
	all types of food but if you are used to using only forks
	and knives and spoons it is very difficult to use chopsticks.
	They seem awkward.  Whereas, spoons and fingers are pretty
	common to use (depending on the food of course).

	Now, I see communication as something well all do (some
	better than others) and I see vocal, written and thought
	as forms of commmuication like the different eating utensils.
	And as such, some (written/electronic) are easier to use 
	than others simply because of what we are used to using.  And 
	some are used (vocal) by just about everyone.  Now if some 
	people who are used to using chopsticks can learn to eat with 
	forks and knives (and vice versa) I would imagine that some 
	people who communicate with written/electronic means could
	learn to communicate with thought.

	What I think I am trying to say is that most if not all
	people have the ability to communicate in many ways, but 
	to be able to do it and do it with ease takes practice.  This
	is why I think it works so well with my two children - they
	have been learning how to do it all their lives and were not
	told that it didn't happen or that they were strange.

	_peggy


	

    I've had one friend with which I use to share these experiences.  Once
    in highschool I came down with a strange flu and broke out in red
    blotches that were itchy.  I called my girlfriend the next morning to
    tell her I was sick and asked if she could get my home work for me. 
    When I called her up she said "Oh Suzanne I dreamt you were sick with
    the chicken pox with red spots all over your face."  Well I was a
    little shocked to say the least.  It wasn't chicken pox but I sure was
    covered with red spots.  Just a few months ago I had a dream that I
    lost the diamond in my engagement ring - I woke up with a start about
    2:00 in the morning and felt my diamond, sure enough it was gone.
    I woke my husband up all upset and the first thing he asked was "What
    the heck are you doing checking your diamond in your sleep at 2AM."
    The next day he found it lying on the carpet in our living room.
    
    Suzanne
    

    I don't know what this would be considered---other than strange.
    My husband had died on 17 Aug. 82, and three weeks later I was
    called home to Georgia.
    
    My father was dying in Ga. and I had to hurry home.  I drove from
    NH to the border of Conn/NY and stayed at a motel because I had
    left after 6PM.  I always have a day book of readings which I use
    before going to bed.  Since I had bathed and and was in my nighties
    and I was on the 2nd floor and the area looked seedy, I wasn't
    about to go to my car.  I found a Gideon Bible and thumbed through
    without choosing any particular book.  I opened it to the Psalms.
    I thumbed again and began reading.  I read it twice; it wasn't
    familiar.  It was the 116th Psalm.  I then called both my NH home
    and my brother in Ga.  Neither were answered and I noted it was
    almost 10.  exhausted, I went to bed.
    
    My father died that night in Ga.  
    
    At his funeral, the minister was a friend of 50 years to my father,
    and he said that he had never heard my father ever say he preferred
    any particular passage in the Bible, so he had chosen one he liked
    and thought it was appropriate.  It was the 116th Psalm.
    
    I literally jumped!  My father had died at 9:52 on Wednesday night.
    
    I wentto the Episcopal church Sunday morning.  I am an Episcopalian
    and my family are Evangelical Baptist.  I cried through the entire
    service beginning with the Psalm for the Morning Prayer.  
    
    The 116th Psalm.
    
    One of the last things my father said was that he wanted Richard
    to tell me he was sorry about Johnny dying, for me to be brave,
    and that he loved me.
    
    M

    
    RE: 724.10
    
    	I was moved by your experience.  There is something about these
    "unusual" methods of communication that leave me feel very peaceful
    and safe.  Perhaps it has to do with this "knowing" that I have that
    we are just housed temporarily in our bodies and leave them when its
    time to move on.  Someone once told me that "Death is like taking off
    a very tight shoe."
    
    I have also found with practice, telepathic communication becomes
    easier and easier.  
    
    
    
    				THOUGHTS ARE THINGS!
    
    
    					Sharon

    I also have a similar experience when my granny died.  I had been
    very close to her since she went senile as at the time I was working
    shifts and could visit more frequently than the rest of the family.
    One Christmas she fell from bed and broke her hip, she never really
    recovered.  She developed pneumonia while in hospital and we were
    called to be with her on three consecutive nights fearing she would
    die during the night, on the fourth night I was totally exhausted
    and when the hospital phoned  my parents asked me not to go and
    they would ring if things got critical.  At about 3am I woke up
    and felt really sick and dizzy I was perspiring and couldn't really
    focus on anything..It was the weirdest feeling I have ever experienced
    I really paniced . MY mam came in just then and rushed up the stairs
    and after about 2 minutes the feeling went just as soon as it came
    and without thinking I told her that granny was dead.  She said
    that she wasn't that she had passed the critical period and was
    settled for the night but I insisted just then the phone went and
    the nurse informed her that died 10 minutes ago, it really was strange
    it was explained  to me later by a priest that sometimes a person
    in a lot of pain when dying goes to a person close to them and they
    take the pain for them so they can pass to the next world. It is
    nice now to think that maybe I was with her when she needed me..
    
    
    regards
    linda
    
    
                        

    re: .8
    
    Peggy, 
    
    To go on from what you said here -- would you say that the
    incident with Steven "knowing" that I was going to make blueberry
    muffins wasn't so much knowing as that his dream communicated to
    me that he wanted the muffins, so when I got up I was aware on
    some level that's what he wanted and responded to his wish?  
    
    --bonnie

    
    
    Bonnie,
    
    	The "who" is difficult to point to but I would more suspect
    	that it was as request by one answered in the affimative by
    	the other so you both shared the idea.
    
    	There is a lot of this type of thought sharing going on all
    	the time - the more we don't think about it the more it happens.
    	
    	One of the things I want to point out (especially about instances
    	like Bonnie's) it that it is very difficult if not impossible to
    	get an idea across to someone and get them to act on it if they
    	do not want to do what is being suggested.  In other words
    	negative manipulation is very difficult and takes a lot of work.
    
    	Two days ago my manager mentioned to me in the course of a
    	random conversation that she thought that women are more prone
    	to telepathy (having it and using it).  This may come from having
    	to reads kids minds. :*)
    
    	_peggy
    

    I like Peggy's last line.  It used to drive Kim up the wall when I
    not only had anticipated her next move but the next 4 or 5 also.
    Even now I call when I feel a *warning* in she is mulling over some
    problem.  MY mother does the same to me so privacy is hard to obtain,
    the phone will ring and I will answer yes mother or Kim when it is
    them, but not when its not them.

    re: negative manipulation --
    
    There was no feeling of that sort of thing at all.  It was all
    very warm and cozy and right, like we'd agreed it was the greatest
    thing in the world.  It was almost as though sharing blueberry
    muffins this particular Sunday morning was the whole meaning of
    the universe.
    
    --bonnie

    
    Bonnie,

	I wasn't trying to say that there was any negative influence
	in your situtation - sorry if it sounded that way.  I was
	just trying to cut off the "Oh, great, I can have power over
	someone just by thinking about it" responses.

	_peggy

    re: .17
    
    I'm glad you brought it up.  It's an aspect I hadn't thought of.
    
    --bonnie