This proves the axiom that no one ever expects DH Lawrence in their morning's email.
But I at least do earnestly hope for everyone to be provocative to their best abilities so you've been quite promising.
Anyway--supernatural, no; everything operates according to natural laws and it's just we haven't discovered very many of them yet and barely understand the ones we have.
I tend to feel intuition is like having a radio turned to a particular frequency and being able to hear the signal. I tune in to mostly chatter as we all do but sometimes there's something more. I'm up to five or six of demonstrable precognition.
That was an amusing D H Lawrence maxim. Presumably, it's one of your own creations, even though you've made it sound otherwise.
Immediately after I posted my previous comment, I stole a few moments to recall some random memories of that time. One of them was of me provoking my mother again about her fondness for old Hollywood melodramas when there were obviously better viewing options on TV as far as I was concerned.
At the time it just so happened we were studying "Sons and Lovers" at school, and when I'd finished reading the book, I passed it on to my mother, who I thought would quite enjoy it. She did read it, and after finishing, threw it back at me, saying: "That was a load of romantic rubbish." I'm fairly sure it was payback time rather than her true opinion, but I just left it at that and produced my own maxim that it was probably best for sons not to give mothers D H Lawrence books to read. So, it was really fascinating to see you lead your comment with a reference to him. Do you think it was just coincidence? You didn't elaborate in any detail about your ESP experience.
In between all those rubbishy dreams where I'm wandering around stark naked and desperate to get home unnoticed, I've had at least five or six dreams over the course of my life to date that were undeniably precognition. Very specific detailed dreams with information not otherwise pre-obtainable.
And one series of waking experiences completely accurate too. For a few years I had a wretched boyfriend overseas who wrote to me less than extremely infrequently, over the course of about 5 years.
If, when I was walking home to my apt. after work, I had a sudden vision of a letter from him waiting in my mailbox, I'd indeed find one waiting for me. I was never wrong. I never wistfully imagined a letter to be there if it wasn't.
I then went for over a year with no correspondence from him, and I gave up expecting anything further, but I did take an overseas journey to visit other friends in the same country, and I was in the UK first, staying with other friends, and one night I dreamed that he'd come to see me (in the place to which I was headed) and took me to a horrible little shabby hotel and we spent the night talking about our situation.
In the morning I received a telegram from my friend in NY who was collecting my mail during my vacation. She'd found a letter from him and figured I'd want the information, which included contact info. (This was a long time ago, before cellphones etc. and the country where we'd met and where I was heading to was not his own home country.)
When I reached my destination I called him and he came to see me and took me to that shabby little hotel, and we had exactly the conversation we'd had in my dream.
This proves the axiom that no one ever expects DH Lawrence in their morning's email.
But I at least do earnestly hope for everyone to be provocative to their best abilities so you've been quite promising.
Anyway--supernatural, no; everything operates according to natural laws and it's just we haven't discovered very many of them yet and barely understand the ones we have.
I tend to feel intuition is like having a radio turned to a particular frequency and being able to hear the signal. I tune in to mostly chatter as we all do but sometimes there's something more. I'm up to five or six of demonstrable precognition.
That was an amusing D H Lawrence maxim. Presumably, it's one of your own creations, even though you've made it sound otherwise.
Immediately after I posted my previous comment, I stole a few moments to recall some random memories of that time. One of them was of me provoking my mother again about her fondness for old Hollywood melodramas when there were obviously better viewing options on TV as far as I was concerned.
At the time it just so happened we were studying "Sons and Lovers" at school, and when I'd finished reading the book, I passed it on to my mother, who I thought would quite enjoy it. She did read it, and after finishing, threw it back at me, saying: "That was a load of romantic rubbish." I'm fairly sure it was payback time rather than her true opinion, but I just left it at that and produced my own maxim that it was probably best for sons not to give mothers D H Lawrence books to read. So, it was really fascinating to see you lead your comment with a reference to him. Do you think it was just coincidence? You didn't elaborate in any detail about your ESP experience.
In between all those rubbishy dreams where I'm wandering around stark naked and desperate to get home unnoticed, I've had at least five or six dreams over the course of my life to date that were undeniably precognition. Very specific detailed dreams with information not otherwise pre-obtainable.
And one series of waking experiences completely accurate too. For a few years I had a wretched boyfriend overseas who wrote to me less than extremely infrequently, over the course of about 5 years.
If, when I was walking home to my apt. after work, I had a sudden vision of a letter from him waiting in my mailbox, I'd indeed find one waiting for me. I was never wrong. I never wistfully imagined a letter to be there if it wasn't.
I then went for over a year with no correspondence from him, and I gave up expecting anything further, but I did take an overseas journey to visit other friends in the same country, and I was in the UK first, staying with other friends, and one night I dreamed that he'd come to see me (in the place to which I was headed) and took me to a horrible little shabby hotel and we spent the night talking about our situation.
In the morning I received a telegram from my friend in NY who was collecting my mail during my vacation. She'd found a letter from him and figured I'd want the information, which included contact info. (This was a long time ago, before cellphones etc. and the country where we'd met and where I was heading to was not his own home country.)
When I reached my destination I called him and he came to see me and took me to that shabby little hotel, and we had exactly the conversation we'd had in my dream.