auntblabby wrote:
obviously most of you are gonna immediately pooh-pooh this, but I have had several psychic episodes in my life that could not be explained in terms of subtle [quasi-unconscious] signals. In my youth, I have answered people's questions out of the blue that they did not verbally ask me, and when they asked me how I knew they were gonna ask me these questions, I could not answer them. other family members report similar happenings. my older brother dowses fairly regularly. my sister had a childhood chum whom she repeatedly would answer her questions before her chum asked them, and they mutually would pick up the phone before it rang, when the other would call. and I could hide nothing from my parents who both were psychic.
I'm with him ^^ and the others who agree, on this one. I'm a scientist - PhD and everything, and it's not a front for Project Veritas or any such nonsense. But: among my Scots relatives, there are varying degrees of "the sight", and I had a maddeningly obscure version of it myself. Still do, to a much lesser extent. I know when some people are dying - without any contact with them, or news that they are ill. I know when some of my pets are ill or in danger. During my late 20s, I would sit in the car and "feel ahead" to see if there were going to be accidents or hazards on the route during long drives, and I was always right about if, when and where (I timed my rest breaks to avoid them - this was on the Mass and NJ-NY Turnpikes. I'd usually feel that it was OK to resume the trip in just enough time to pass emergency responders at the scene shortly after).
My ex (from long ago now
who was another scientist, almost certainly Aspie
and very much a no-BS guy
) started relying on my trip radar after two occasions where I suddenly shouted out "pull over, pull over" or "slow down NOW please STOP THE CAR NOW NOW" and an oncoming car or truck came barrelling around a curve in our lane, right through the space where we should have been. After that, I told him the back story. Following which, he'd always ask me if a trip "checked out OK" before starting the car, and when we were riding with his parents, he told them more than once that if I burst out with a warning, to immediately do what I asked. I saved a few deer and raccoons that way, too
.
These days it's faded, and it never was much good for warning me about others in time to reach them or do anything to help. But shortly after I started posting here I suddenly got a serious mortality scare (a premonition of my own doom) out of the blue. I found out, maybe a day later, that I was at serious risk of osteomyelitis and possible sepsis (bone infection, blood poisoning) in an area where that nearly always ends badly (rapid spread, fatal outcome). I wigged out a little bit (due to this plus a really bad post-surgical experience years earlier) and shut down pretty extensively here (without a full explanation, it's enough to be Aspie, I didn't need to convince y'all that I was delusional with it). The day before my surgery the sense of doom completely lifted. I found out after surgery that the threat had apparently resolved. (Good, because I'd taken enough goldenseal to sink a Boston Whaler).
So yeah, I'm with the Blabster, Ferrari, and Sabbra on this one. Believe me, or don't; but I know.
_________________
"I believe you find life such a problem because you think there are the good people and the bad people," said the man. "You're wrong, of course. There are, always and only, the bad people, but some of them are on opposite sides."
-- Terry Pratchett, Guards! Guards!