SMiles EHE AutoBio 2nd Installment: Mother's Intuition

Scientific Aethiest cum Agnostic Psiber Pagan
Synchronicity, Serendipity & Me

- EHE Autobiography of SMiles -

Parade of Mother's Intuition

I remember growing up in Austin with a deep connection and bond with my mother. A bond which extends to today. This bond seems to allow us great empathy and occassional telepathy. My mother's intuitive ability was dramaticly demonstrated to me when it saved our very lives (Danger: Parade). Our empathy/telepathy originally occurred as a sort of unconscious knowing of one another's feelings and outwardly manifested at times in our synchronized "leaving the house" routine where we simply prepared to leave for a mutually known location without a word having been said. People who live together long enough and who are in a positive resonance do become attuned to one another's modes of thinking.

Psychic Projection of Distant Danger

Another memorable telepathic mother/son incident occurred between mom and I which supports yet again the contention by many parapsychologists that spontaneous psi experiences often involve transmissions of sensory information containing import as to a loved ones distant dangerous situation. In our case I was a teenager home alone while my mother was across the river in the northwest part of town for her weekly visit with her then and still boyfriend. This was a normal routine for us and we both enjoyed the time apart, me particularly since I then had the entire house to my self. This particular night however, turned scary for me as I began to hear the voices of rowdy youths seemingly just outside the house either on the lawn (and thus inside the perimeter of view shielding curb-side bushes) or out on the street where the broken street light (and said curb-side bushes) provided ample cover for drinking and whatever else they were into.

[These same conditions repeatedly led to neighborhood problems with prostitutes who found our pocket of nice homes the perfect place to bring clients. This continues today in one of the nicer pockets of South Central Austin's famous 78704 zipcode: "Not just a zipcode, a way of life" - common local bumper slogan]

So there I was home alone and suddenly quite worried by the voices of rowdy youths outside my house. I wanted desperately to call my mother but thought it silly as there seemed nothing really serious occurring and didn't want to frivolously disturb her weekly visit. So I suppressed my fear based urge to call her. But I got through anyway.

The next day when we spoke she told me that she had been inexplicably worried about me all night and had wanted to call to check up on me but figured I would resent it since I so looked forward to the time alone, undisturbed.