The Weirdness Begins
One afternoon, not long after I gave up my quest for astral travel, I was working at my desk when a very unusual last name popped into my head. I’d never heard it before and had no idea where it came from, or what it meant. Since I was already at my computer, I Googled it.
There was only one person with that name — a doctor/teacher of metaphysics in Washington state. How odd that of all the names I might have made up, I was directed to somebody who could possibly help me on my spiritual quest. [In fact, she offers an on-line course on Metaphysics at a cost of $250. It was money perhaps better spent on more practical things, but both my husband and I agreed that her name came to me for a reason, so I signed up. As of this writing, I have spoken to her and have her course material, but have not yet had time to begin the work. ]
The next morning, lying in bed, another name popped into my head. It was not a particularly unusual name, but it came to me with an uncommon spelling. I Googled her as well. The first thing that came up were a couple of old Amazon reviews she’d written for books on spiritual healing and life after death. “Hmmm,” I thought, “another nudge in this direction.”
I was curious about the reviewer, herself, so I did a bit more research, and quickly managed to track her down. She died in 2010, in Phoenix, after a long illness. (If she were still alive, she would have been just a couple of years older than I am.) The thought did occur to me that this person, who had obviously been reading books on the afterlife as she was dying, might be sending me a message. But such an assumption was pretty “woo-woo” and I was not yet willing to ascribe anything more to it than bizarre coincidence or perhaps a random psychic thought. (I’ve had many psychic experiences in my life; known things about people or future events which I had no rational way of knowing except by extra-sensory perception. But as with the OBEs, I’ve never be able to control my clairvoyant thoughts, nor do I know in the moment of thinking them if I’m receiving them telepathically or if I’m just making them up. They feel the same in my head. It’s not until they are later proven to be true, that I am able to identify them as having been received via ESP. Perhaps this is just a matter of practice, awareness, training and trust in my own instincts.)
The following day, I got another name, this one even more unusual. (I am not including the names here out of respect for the families of the deceased. Besides, what would it prove?) A quick search brought up several pages of recent obits. She was an elderly woman, from West Orange, NJ. She’d been quite active in local charities, hence the many write-ups about her passing. She’d died two months previous.
OK….NOW I’m starting to feel that something strange may be happening.
Over the next few days, other names popped into my head – most of them too unusual to have been merely made up on the spot. (Not all names were unusual, but I ignored the ones that were not. What would be the point of looking up a common name? There would be too many of them to sort through. How could I know if I’d found the right person – assuming there was a right person to find?)
Over the course of a week, I received maybe six or seven distinctive names, all of whom I looked up. Every single time searched, the very first thing that came up was an obit; most of them deceased fairly recently.
Initially, this was intriguing in its strangeness. After a while, however, it became kind of annoying. What kind of a lame psychic power is this? I could get the same names by reading a newspaper. I hardly needed all this random info cluttering up my psychic airwaves!
I decided to have a stern talk to “them” (whoever “they” were.) “Enough already! What am I supposed to do with this information? Should I call up your family and tell them you talked to me? And what am I supposed to say?”
Obviously that would have been pointless and cruel, so what good were the names and obits?
After that, I got a couple more names but refused to look them up. Take that, dead people!! “If you want to use my brain,” I told them, “you’re going to have to use it for something more interesting than this, because I’m not playing this game any more!”
I guess “they” got my message, because the names stopped and sure enough, something a lot more interesting started to happen…