Intermissions of life.

There once was an atom named Max

who said, “I want only the facts.”

He jumped a dimension

with great apprehension,

so spooked he could never relax.

 

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My Aunt Mary passed away a few decades ago.  The day she told us the following story my mom said, “She has an active imagination.”

She said she was driving toward the airport when it happened.  She had no fear of flying, just that “feeling” you get in the pit of your stomach screaming at you, “This isn’t right!”  As she continued to drive, a voice radiating inside her said, “Go home.”   More than a bit spooked, she turned her car around.  Later she learned that the plane had crashed.

At the age of 23, I had a dream about having a happy, comfortable life with the last man on Earth I ever wanted to date.  He asked me out the next day.  Since he was wearing the same shirt from my dream, right down to the tiny alligator, I was in such shock I said yes.  We married 3 months later, he died 10 years later.  What I learned about medical specialists in the last 3 years of his life helped many other people, and he left me with 2 incredible children. 

These are the intermissions in life, the unexplainables that scream out in 4-foot high red letters, “Use your intuition!”

There is a place for prove-ability and a place for prophet-ability

It seems to me that our empathic, intuitive, and precognitive abilities were dismissed when science became the dominant religion during the last half of the 20th and early 21st centuries. Science is starting to see that  phenomena once looked at as “crackpot ideas” can be proven to exist.

Sure, there were a lot of scam artists pretending to contact your dead spouse.  But I can tell you from early childhood experience that scam artists are alive and well in science and medicine.

I am happy to see a balance between the concrete and abstract coming back again.  After all, if I’m in a car accident and need emergency surgery I’m not going to say, “Wait!  Let me try meditation first.”

If you have one of those intermissions in life to share, I’d love to hear about it.