Test for psychic people

Don't know. It depends on who you ask.

 

Well I've had a bit of some of those things here and there. But maybe I'm more stubborn than other people or more lacking in faith or more petulantly demanding, and that could explain why the spirits have seen fit to give me a few experiences that are a little more concrete and verifiable.

 

Okay YFM, I'm in the mood. I'll write you out one of my experiences, give me a few...

 

I've had lots of psychic experiences - hell, I'm immersed in one form of psychic experience 24/7, which I won't go into just yet - but only a few experiences of the more dramatic variety. Here's one of those, which happened to me around the end of January 1990.

I had recently met a woman online, and we were getting to be friends. I was in the Los Angeles area at the time, and she was in Chicago. We had never met, had never exchanged photos, never spoken by telephone, and she had never said a word to me about her appearance, except to mention one time that she had long hair.

One night we were exchanging email messages. I was having a great time, laughing with abandon and losing myself in the fun. I opened her next message to read it, and as I started reading I suddenly found my awareness split - as if I were in two places at the same time. Part of me was sitting at my computer, reading her message, and part of me was positioned as if I were sitting beside her, looking at her.

I saw her in great detail. Yes, there was the long hair - it was a kind of medium brown with auburn tints, and it was so long it curved over her shoulders and continued down her back. Her skin was pale, her nose arched and pointed, her chin small and distinct. I looked at her hands on the keyboard. They moved nimbly, typing out a note. Her fingers were a bit long and spindly, the nails very short and unpainted.

As I watched, she threw back her head and laughed. As the Los Angeles part of me read her note, I "heard" her voice saying the words, and the quality of her voice was unusual - what I could only think to describe as a "throaty" quality.

She was taller than I expected - if it had been my physical eyes looking at her, I would judge her height to be almost as tall as mine.

This "vision," as I call it, lasted a few seconds and then faded. After it was gone, I excitedly wrote her a note describing it to her in much the way I've just described it here. She wrote back and confirmed that was what she looked like. She said she would mail me a photo. When it arrived and I looked at it, I recognized her immediately from my vision. The first time I talked to her on the phone, her voice was the same as in my vision. Eventually I met her in person. I never saw her hair that long in person since she had shortened it before we met, but she told me it had been that long at the time of my vision.

She told me that at the time of my vision, the thought in her mind was that she really, intensely desired to impart to me who she was.

And that's it, YFM. That's one of my more dramatic and verified psychic experiences. I have more, but I need to do some other stuff right now...maybe another time I'll tell more stories.

 

how did you meet someone online in 1990? when there was any internet??

 

There wasn't MUCH of an Internet, it was just getting started at that point. But there was service provider called Prodigy Online, and she and I were both subscribers. The service included a bunch of "bulletin boards" - similar to this forum - and a form of private email. We met on the Writing bulletin board, and deepened our acquaintanceship via private email.

 

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i am being studied by a wildlife biologist
she's circling curious
all day and night
and so what
that she doesn't understand
that in the beyond
is a mountain cat stalking
her

should i say something
cuzzz the moment i do
will also be the cat's opportunity

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Centered.
Everywhere the center with no horizon of rustic anticipation.
I am grateful knowing you.

 

LOL

Beautiful, tikoo.

Also a good metaphor for YouFreeMe.

The cat is the universe.

 

Reminds me of the things that I often experience. I don't think we are on the same page when we talk about "psychic powers." I mean contacts with the dead. Since you had that experience around 19 years ago, I do question the validity of memory. We tend to fabricate details of seemingly amazing stories, and actually remember them happening that way, we convince ourselves of the fabrications. Too bad it didn't happen recently.

I would guess that perhaps you saw a fleeting imagine of her face at some point.
Or, perhaps, your actual vision was less clear than you remember it. You happened to see some vague female features, and as you described them to her and she sent you her picture, you remember your vision as more clear and distinct than it actually was. I have seen that happen before. Memory has an incredible ability to distort itself and than convince itself of being true.

However; I'd expect you'd claim that those are not the type of experiences that one forgets. It was still interesting to read and dwell upon.

 

ha I like how tikoo writes
reminds me of stalk

 

All the answers to the doubts you bring up are in the precise and wholly accurate wording of the story I wrote for you. I've been telling and writing this story over and over many times since it happened, with little variation. Also my wife can verify it - she's the woman in this story, and she's the one who read the note I wrote to her describing my vision.

But as with your own personal definition of "psychic powers," you also have your own personal view of reality in general, and it's obvious that no amount of facts are going to change that view. You can easily rationalize everything away to support your own beliefs, and if you don't believe in a story you'll just say I'm exaggerating or distorting or fabricating and thereby dispose of it with no muss and no fuss. I'm sure you'll add this story to your long list of pathetic, failed attempts to convince you that anybody has real psychic experiences.

So: I have lots more stories in a similar vein, some of them much more recent. But I'm done. No more stories for you. It's obviously a waste of time.

But somebody should at least mention something to you, so I guess I will: You yourself are distorting reality. You take what you see and hear and decide to change some of it before you file it away in your mind, so that it better fits what you already have stored in there. You demonstrated this process blatantly in the quoted post. I would venture to say that the kinds of distortions you attribute to me are more typical of your own thought processes than they are of mine. You undoubtedly think other people's minds work the same way yours does, however in my case I've made a conscious effort all my life to try to be aware of and guard against those kinds of distortions in my own mind. I'm not perfect, but I don't allow such distortions nearly to the extent you would like to believe.

As far as communication with the dead: I can't help you there. That particular subject doesn't interest me much.

 

I'm not going to respond to that here.

 

this is a very interesting thread...

i feel like i've had psychic experiences.. nearly every day i have one form or another. today i had a dream in the early morning and i woke up to find an email in my inbox on that very subject.

sometimes a thought will pop into my head about an old friend, and then their father walks into the room. its almost as if i was sharing his thought of his son.

and weirder stuff, but i wont get into that...

its nice to see that others have similar experiences, its not so far out.

 

Hm, mmg. How many times did an old friend pop into your head and then you DIDN'T see their father or something (maybe never but just a thought)? I feel like people don't think about that/remember those times. I wonder that when that sort of thing happens to me.

My scariest experience was a dream that I had. Actually it was two, but the other one is similar; involving a dead teenager in my town.

I was about 13, and I had a nightmare that I walked into someone home, up the stairs and into a pink bedroom with a elevated bed covered in stuffed animals. The roof of the room was white and had an attic door in it. I went into the attic, it was dark, but I could see a figure. I walked closer, I could see it was a girl with long, straggly dirty brown hair. As I approached her further, I noticed she was wearing and ankle-length, ruffled dress in muted colors. The dress, however, was dirty and torn around the ankles and at various other places. She was pale, and bound to the chair with rope. When I got close enough, she turned her head slowly and stared at me with pale blue piercing eyes and blood on her mouth. I woke up.

The strange part was that, later, I went to the house from my dream. My aunt moved into it! I was supposed to babysit my niece, who had the pink bedroom with the attic door. I asked my aunt if anyone died in that house, and she told me that yes, in the 1800's a young girl was locked in the attic by her parents and eventually died there.

It was really interesting. I feel like there is some explanation for what happened, even if I can't think of one. I hope there isn't though, because that would make things easier.

 

CHEESE! oooo that was fun!

 

YFM, I apologize for making such harsh accusations...please see my PM.

I'll try to play nicer...

 

Psychic Powers?

I'll leave that shit to Professor X.

 

Is that kind of like how you leave your personal grooming to Wolverine?

 

I actually preferred the pic that you just replaced. More counter-culture, less pretension.