J.D., over at Mouth of the Brazos, recently reminded me of my own experience on this subject. He’s inclined not to believe in it. I wasn’t either, until the fall of 1982.
My mother was visiting. She was dying of Amyotropic Lateral Sclerosis. She pointed to a framed photograph on the wall and asked where it came from. I told her when it was taken and the name of the photographer. Then I added that I hadn’t talked to him in years. The phone rang. It was him wanting to chat.
Nothing like that has happened to me since. I’ve always wondered if it didn’t have something to do with her dying, which she finally did a few months later. As if she was somehow more tuned into things than usual. Because I had a few other strange experiences during that time, though none as startling as this.
J.D. still demurs, since it’s never happened to him. But he adds: “I mean yeah, everything, EVERYTHING, is most assuredly connected in every way with everything else (quantum mechanics being what it is, as far as we can understand it and my even more limited perception of it as it now stands).”
Seems to be so.
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