Crap, what a day. Had to pick someone up from the police station, and we had a nice long talk. (He’s in trouble, but at least he knows it. And he won’t be spending the whole weekend there, thank god. But, I digress.)
Well, frankly, I’m feeling too relieved and way too fucking tired to continue this less-than-enlightening discussion. I’ll let all statements stand for themselves, and anyone who wants more clarification…well, too freakin’ bad. Wait for the next train wreck thread to come around.
I will depart, however, with one final tidbit for you to tear over like discarded meat scraps. Several people keep asking, why do I believe in psychic powers? Why can’t I be convinced otherwise? I thought I explained myself, but apparently they aren’t satisfied. I doubt this anecdote will satisfy them either, but what the hell.
Six weeks ago, I wrote a novel. It literally came out of the blue – got the idea in my head, wrote it down, 250 pages in five days. (Talk about a White Heat session!) I’m currently working on the 2nd draft (the first was pretty ragged…heh, 5 days and all) and it’s coming together pretty good. Anyway…
The name of the main character (which I won’t reveal at this time) kept sticking in my head. You see, normally, I know exactly where the names of my characters come from, how I came up with them. This name, I couldn’t figure out. I started obsessing over it, wondering where the HELL I heard this name before (I was worried, maybe it came from another novel or movie and I forgot about it.)
At last, I put the name into Google. And the first hit I found, was a woman’s personal website, who was so proud of the poetry her grandson wrote. The grandson had (1) the exact same name, (2) was the same age, and (3) the first poem described exactly where the first chapter of my novel takes place. (Except it was August, not June…but what the hell rhymes with August??) In fact, not only was the scene in the novel, the scene was the genesis of the novel.
Understand, this kind of stuff happens to me all the time…I am a writer, after all. But even this was pretty close to the nose, more than I’m used to. It actually kinda freaked me out. (Yeah, perhaps I ran across the website long ago, and my subconscious mind happened to store it. But, I can’t see how that’s possible. I don’t randomly browse websites that much anymore.)
Anyway, that is just one recent example. It is not PROOF, or EVIDENCE, or even a description of real psychic power (I don’t know what the hell you’d call it…coincidence? Kind of a doozy of coincidence, isn’t it?) It’s just an example of why I believe in forces beyond Matter & Energy. That’s all.
Have fun, guys. I won’t be back.