We are not Human Beings Having a Spiritual Experience, We are  Spiritual Beings Having a Human Experience.

Anonymous

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ESP is such a commonplace subject that we hardly blink an eye about it . . .  that is, until it happens to us. No one even knows exactly what it means, except we all use that name to label all the those otherwise unexplainable coincidences.

Oh, we know it’s Extra Sensory Perception, or The Sixth Sense, but it’s different from the other five.  We can say: Taste, Sight, Hearing, Smelling, Touch and no explanation is needed, but ESP?  Yeah, I know.  It’s been called Gut Instinct, Hunch, Telepathy, Clairvoyance, Precognition and ad infinitum, but that still doesn’t tell us what IT is.

So, so, so,  I answered the phone and it was Margaret, a nice woman who made her home inSeattle. Our acquaintance was so casual, that as we talked about nothing for four or five minutes, I wondered why she’d called, and as she was getting ready to say her good-bye, she casually asked if I knew whereFlorencecould be reached.

“No,” I answered, “I haven’t even heard from her for over a year.” And she said, “Well, take down my phone number and address and if you happen to see her tell her to give me a call.”

Truthfully, hearing fromFlorencewas so unlikely that I almost didn’t write down the information. But I did, scribbling it carelessly, while at the same time thinking the paper would be garbaged by the next day.

However, before I even moved from the phone, it rang again, and I silently said, dang, dang, dang, and debated whether to answer it or not, but I did.

Yes, and you have already guessed that, of all people, it was Florence. She, too, had no real reason to call me, and it amazed us both when I told her what had just happened and she said, “Yes, I do need to talk to Margaret and had no idea how to do it, but that wasn’t  the reason I called  you.”

In a daze I sat there and actually felt as if I had been used by ‘someone’, or ‘something’.  That I had been nothing but a tool. Because, with no conscious thought or even desire on my part, I had been the connecting link between two people who needed to reach each other and didn’t know how. It has remained one of those happenings that puzzle me to this day.

One ESP experience that comes to me occasionally is one I’m quite ambivalent about, for I most assuredly didn’t ask for it and not certain how I feel about it. It is the unasked for ‘knowing’ that someone is going to die. Oddly, it doesn’t happen all the time, and sometimes when someone close to me dies I wonder why oh why I hadn’t known. But ESP, or whatever you call it, doesn’t work that way.

I just ‘know’ and over and over, I’ve been right. I don’t speak of it to others, for after all, it isn’t what you’d call desired information. But one does need to talk to some one about these oddities of the mind, and at one time, my friend LaRee Pehrson was a godsend to me. She, too, was one who sensed uncanny things and neither of us considered the other ‘funny’.

Of course, ESP is hard to prove. That is, if it needs proving. It isn’t scientific. It’s far, far more than that, but don’t ask me to tell you ‘what’, because I can’t.  I only know that it is.

The stomach can be laid out, measured and proven.  The brain can be weighed for size, heft and dissected, as can the heart, lungs, kidneys and all such. But the Mind? So vital to each moment of our day, cannot be found. It is so vital that, no matter how good a body, or how much money one has . . . without the Mind, we are nothing.  But ‘what’ it is cannot be told.

Traveling the inward pathway to the Mind is the longest journey we’ll ever take and who is to say what the ultimate goal will be when we get there or even, where that ‘where’ will be.

ESP? You have it, I have it. It uses me and it uses you, and if you ever find out what ‘it’ is tell me. But in the meantime and whatever it is, isn’t it great?