Saturday, November 21, 2009

Precognition or Systemic Cog event?

During 1977, I also had a precognitive experience with senses vision& physical feeling. My husband BXXX and I were living in a small condo (our first home) at the time, and he was away at work. I had put my small daughter down for a nap; and went into the living room to read a cook book on the couch. As soon as I sat on the couch, I had a very vivid image and sensed physical feelings; it was as if I stepped into another place, time, and scene? In the scene I watched felt and sensed my brother, his motorcycle crashing into a car, and a sense of flying and dizzyness. I was experiencing an urgent rush of stress, and impact; so I called my Mom immediately and asked her if my brother was okay. I explained to her that I had an experience (vision? Sensing a scene?), and it was my brother in a car crash with the motorcycle. My Mom replied that she hadn’t heard anything, and that she believed everything was okay? Maybe I just was dozing off and dreaming? So, I then just let it all go. An hour or so later, my Mom called back and informed me that my brother indeed did get into an accident with his motorcycle in Modesto. She said he was okay and only bruised his butt, ego, and his bike was totaled (totally run over by the car). Apparently my brother hit a car head on and he few right over the car and landed on his butt.

I was 60 miles away from my brother, how did I pick up the accident?

Saturday, November 14, 2009

Another curious experience

Around 12, I had a bewildering experience that really to this day left an impression on my mom. My Grandmother, mother, brother and I used to go to Santa Cruz every other weekend to stay out at the beach in Capitola in a Camper. It was my Grandmother's camper, she loved the beach. We always parked close to the pier, it was such a great adventure for my brother and I. One weekend, I immediately went out to the water and walked the beach upon arrival. After being there for the first day, I finally started feeling bored (heck I was twelve and needed something new than just hanging out on the beach with my brother). I found myself walking around the beach in a circle, I sank into a strange state (I guess a trance state?). I caught the attention of a man sitting out on the beach that was filling out papers and doing some reading. He watched me just walk in a big circle repetitively. So, he called me over to him and asked me my name. He was around 36 years old, I guess? I was not very educated on not talking with strangers. He asked me why I was walking around in a circle, where I came from, etc. At this point I realized that it was just he and I on the beach. My family was in the camper, and no one else was around. He asked if I minded if he walked the beach with me? I didn’t see any problem with it, so we walked together. This man and I had some interesting discussion started, wherein he started asking me questions that were over my head, yet I found myself answering him on how to deal with certain situations in his life, how to deal with it? I was trance like, I think, because it didn't feel like it was me talking with this man? I was twelve years old and I was telling him that life was like a puzzle, that there are hundreds to thousands of pieces to it, and if one piece didn’t quite fit into the present moment, he was not to hold on to it? Because in doing so he could overload himself eventually with all the pieces (he'd be carrying too heavy of a load). I was giving him some heavy philosophy, that to this day I wonder where I learned it?? The next morning, this gentleman came back to the beach looking for me, he talked with my mom and told her that I had some special gift. He bought me a puppy and wanted me to keep it as a gift from him. My mother, of course, became very suspicious of the man and wouldn’t let me accept the puppy. She did allow him to talk with me within her sight and he again asked me questions about things he should consider?? I don’t remember the gist of the conversation; I just remember that it felt like something was talking through me? I was just sort of outside myself watching and listening? When we returned home from the beach, the man called my mom. He was crying and told her, that I had turned him around. That he was contemplating suicide, his life was very bad. He had lost a child and had some other serious problems. He said that I had talked him out of leaving life and learned how to take the challenges as stepping stones to heal and help others in similar situations? I apparently convinced him that he was strong and that he would find the proper pieces of life, if he would allow them to come to view, instead of his forcing pieces that he thought were expected. He wanted her to make sure that I knew of my special gift? I didn’t really understand back then what he was talking about.

Anomalous Cognition - Systemic Cognition

I noted that there is a lot of interesting dialog on these subjects of anomalies in our lives, but most fall on either a believer stream of psychic dimensions or a disbeliever stream (where skeptics - even go as far to disprove everything that they cannot find meeting their physical evidence or mathematical theories ;-).

I'm sure that everyone has had an anomaly or two in their life? So, being someone who has had anomalies dance before me in the past and recent events; I'll like to poll for concepts and ideas of what they were.

Each blog will describe an experience, wherein I have been left perplexed and still no real answers to. Doctor's try to categorize the experience in some brain function of (too many neurons firing off, or trauma visions, or many other explanations; research scientists from NASA and SRI go off into physics (quantum and zero point); human factors again works on enhanced imagination and performance issues, and it goes and it goes; but no real answers that quite nail the phenomena.


I'll start this blog with one very striking anomaly:

At five years old, I used to spend my weekend mornings sitting out on my slide stationed out on the South end of our ranch. I used it as my watch tower and I used to think I was special, because my brother wasn’t allowed on it (he was too small). One particular morning during apricot season, Sunday; when everyone was at church, I noticed a dune buggy climbing up the hill across from me. I watched it climb all the way up and over the hill. I then waited to see what other things I could see, when suddenly the dune buggy showed back up flying back over the hill and down with a crash. I saw two figures fly out of the dune buggy (to me at the time being only five years old, looked like a cartoon, it was surreal.) I had no realization that what I saw was real serious. I just stood there, transfixed waiting, staring at the crashed buggy in the silence afterward. After about 10 minutes, I then started to climb back down the slide to go back into the house, when I noticed my baby-sitter Bobby Santos standing next to the slide. He yelled at me “Go in and tell your mom, that a terrible accident just happened, have her get help! Now!” I immediately got running into the house and told my mom that Bobby yelled at me to get some help. She looked out the window and said “Helen, I don’t see Bobby, if there was an accident then I am sure someone over there saw it and they will take care of it.” I went back out to the slide and saw Bobby still standing there. He yelled at me again “Damnit, run go tell Manuel! Hurry, run. Run! Damnit! Run! Tell Manuel. “ I was then startled and scared at Bobby’s yelling at me, but I did as told and ran as hard and as fast as I could over towards Manuel’s house across the hill. I found Manuel and his brother out in the apricot shed preparing for the cutting, and once I told them of Bobby's need for help; they didn't question me, they immediately jumped into their jeep and went up the hill towards the accident. After the police moved from the accident scene and were done questioning Manuel and his brother, a policeman had me go up to the accident site with him, and asked me questions. I was in a bit of shock, I couldn't talk (I was looking for Bobby). I saw a pool of blood on the ground and got very upset. My mom came, concerned and took me home, upset that the police took me near the site. Later that night, I was told that Bobby had died in that accident (on impact), and that I wouldn’t see him anymore. I told my mother, “but I saw Bobby today, he was yelling at me”. She told me that Bobby died instantly in the dune buggy, and that I had saved Larry’s life by getting over to Manuel in plenty of time for them to tend to him. Larry could have bled to death had no one got there timely enough. Two weeks later Larry came over and thanked me for saving him. But, today, I know it wasn’t me, it was Bobby who saved him. Had it not been Bobby that yelled at me and made sure I understood to get over there, I think I would have just gone back in the house. I didn’t understand back then what really happened? It was due to the apparition of Bobby that Larry is still alive with a wonderful family? I was faced with the determination of life and death, and forced with understanding the finality of death. I really to this day, don’t know if it was really Bobby there, or if I, being an imaginative child constructed this scenario in determining that something was wrong and needed immediate help? The fact is I acted, which saved Larry’s life. Thought Bobby was alive and with me at the time?

What do you think?