Is There a Sixth Sense? How Do You Access It?

Several years ago I attended a charity event in San Francisco.  It was a night to honor SF 49er Bill Ring, a football player.  As part of the charity's fund raising, several items were being auctioned off.  One of them was a football with all of the 49ers' signatures, including those of Joe Montana, Steve Young, Dwight Clark, Ronnie Lott and Jerry Rice.  The winner would be selected by drawing tickets from a fishbowl.

I looked at the football in a glass case and I knew I wanted it badly.  For some reason, I had this strange feeling that winning it was not only possible, but likely.  It was as if some power of attraction had been unleashed.  While looking at the football, I felt a thrill in my chest. When the drawing finally began, I had this tickly feeling in my head, like someone was tickling my brain with a feather.  I knew I was going to win but I don't know how or why I knew that.  I won it, and while I was going up to collect it, I won the next drawing too -- a pair of tickets to a 49er home game.  What happened?   How did I attract such luck?  How did I sense winning before the fact?

Is there a sixth sense?  I think there is, though we don't know how it works, when it works or why.

I have been unemployed for four months due to the terrible economy.  However, two nights ago I was making up my bed just before sleep and worrying about getting work.  Suddenly I had that tickly feeling in my head again and it told me that jobs would soon become available.  Instead of dismissing it as an idle or stray thought, I brought it into full focus; I kind of mentally grabbed it before it could disperse like smoke in the wind.  I thought to myself, okay, tomorrow I will test this revelation for accuracy and see if any potential jobs appear.

Over the next three days I was contacted by three different job providers who wanted resumes.  It was the first time I've had any employers call me in four months about jobs.  I therefore count the Sixth Sense to have been accurate.   If only this sense would appear more often; if only I could invoke it at will!  However, it is comforting to know that strange forces sometimes operate for our benefit.

Postscript:  There is a common thread that runs through my metaphysical experiences, whether they be the mystical experience, divining my own eternal existence or the premonitions I describe above.  All of these feelings seemed natural and oddly familiar, as if they were things I already knew but had forgotten.

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South Park Lampoons "Ghost Hunters"

The latest episode of "South Park" lampoons the television show "Ghost Hunters."  This episode is called "Dead Celebrities" and features Kyle's little brother Ike.  Ike starts seeing dead celebrities, just like in the movie "the Sixth Sense."  Eventually, Kyle and the gang bring in "the Ghost Hunters" team to investigate.  The Ghost Hunters occasionally have sudden panic attacks, saying "DID YOU HEAR THAT? OMIGOD!  DID YOU HEAR THAT??"  Of course there is nothing to hear.  Finally, the team shows up at the house and looks for ghosts in the dark, where the two men piss their pants, followed by the team rushing from the house in panic.

I agree with South Park's portrayal of this foolish show.  The Ghost Hunters go to some old house or castle or hotel where they look for ghosts, usually in the dark.  They shine flashlights around and talk about the place and its legends, interview credulous sorts who describe the horrible phantasms they have witnessed in the place.  Since they have to make the show interesting, they must detect ghosts or paranormal activity or they have no show.  So every show is punctuated with outbursts like those described in South Park.  "ARE THERE ANY GHOSTS HERE?  DID YOU SEE THAT!  OMIGOD!  I AM SO SCARED RIGHT NOW!"

I suspect that most of these outbursts are total BS.  The show is rather boring if you want to know the truth.

It's Colder Than a Witch's Tit In a Brass Bra

The temperatures continue to fall here in Northern California.  In the 1960's there was a rock group called "Three Dog Night."  A three dog night in Australia was when it was so cold you had to sleep with three dogs for warmth.  I supposed in the summer you required only one dog or maybe no dogs at all.  I only have one dog and he's pretty warm, though he does annoy me by hogging the covers.

Please excuse my unfortunate reference to Nancy Pelosi in the title to this post.  I have no way of knowing if her bra is made of brass or of cast iron.

Finally, Fall Weather and a Chill in the Air

The heat of summer is finally disappearing. Technically, fall began on September 22, but it didn't feel like fall until yesterday.   I noticed it yesterday afternoon.

The air smells and feels different when fall finally arrives.  The sunlight is more muted.  There is the sweet smell of dying grasses, wafted on a breeze with a deep new chill...a chill that somehow touches the bone.  This morning I noticed it was downright cold and I am wearing a sweatshirt over my usual t shirt.  October begins tomorrow and the fields around my town are filled with ripe orange pumpkins.  Soon jack-o-lanterns will be found on every porch and doorstep.

I love this time of year.

Spectral voices trying to be heard? Or was it just too much coffee?

People who have survived a near death experience say they saw a glowing light at the end of a dark tunnel.  After their recovery, some say that they sometimes see elements of this light, i.e. as light sparkles in the dark.  I know what they mean.  I have never had a near death experience, but I often see the light sparkles.

For me, the sparkles begin when I am laying in bed at night, thinking of paranormal questions, of loved ones who  have died.  When I do this the sparkles begin, existing only in my mind and not in outer reality, but I see them nevertheless.  When the sparkles begin I always know that I am entering some meditative state where I feel more attuned to souls that have departed this life.  I've never told anyone about this.  It's just something I keep to myself, for obvious reasons.  They already think I'm nuts, why confirm it and remove all doubt?

Sometimes when this happens I close my eyes and can see a panorama of different but very detailed and realistic scenes:  forests of trees, faces, rooms of furniture, buildings, various objects and places.  It doesn't scare me because it just feels like something natural.  Perhaps it's not scary because there's no proof that it originates with another world or spectral beings.  Maybe it's just my nervous little mind purging its data base of old information.  Of course, I like to think it's the former but who knows?

Last night, after I wrote my long post on Bro and his encounter with spirits via EVP, I went to bed and turned off the light.  Immediately the sparkles began, this time with many vivid colors and an increased variety of faces and scenes flowing past my mind's eye.  The intensity of this experience had been raised a few notches over what it normally is.  I felt, wrongly or rightly, that there were many entities on the other side vying for my attention and wanting to be heard.  I thought "Leave me alone, you guys, I want to go to sleep!"  However, I connected the increase in this mental activity with writing my post on Bro.

This morning I was exploring some links to paranormal websites and came across an interview of psychic Sylvia Browne on the Montell Williams Show.  They were discussing communication with the dead.  Browne said (I'm paraphrasing her) that disincarnates try to get through, to be heard, and every time we talk about them or think about them we increase their ability or chances to get through.  That really clicked with me and seemed to explain my greater sensitivity following the post on Bro.

On the other hand, maybe I just had too much coffee to close to bedtime.