At age 12, Walt Manis had a vision that he would someday be a father, and have a little girl, and name her Chloe.
He eventually married a neighbor and childhood sweetheart, Annie, ten years his younger. They were unable to conceive, and eventually chose to adopt.
When they met the woman who would become the birth mother of their child, Walt saw that she bore a striking resemblance to the little girl he had seen in his dream. The mother informed them that the name she herself had chosen for the baby was Chloe.
Continue reading A case of precognition
… does somebody always access this or that post the day after its being on my mind?
He might take me to some unknown location,
and zap out on me, and I’d become a statistic.
This morning at Dunkin’ Donuts, about 8:45 I stood in line with my arms crossed behind my back, clenching a $5 bill in my left hand. It occurred to me that at McDonald’s, only 100 yards away, I’d never do that. If I did that at McDonald’s, someone would surely snatch the bill and run.
This thought proved to be an omen.
Continue reading The omen
One is unlikely to understand this without first reading “From my diary: Learning to pray.”
1. Don’t come uninvited.
2. You don’t need an invitation to love people.
3. Name names.
4. Word for word.
5. What you “see” is what you’ll get.
I consulted several Wikipedia articles in preparation for this post. All turned out to have been written by people who are hostile toward reports of anything that might involve a spiritual world.
As much as I try to give credit to all points of view, I cannot adopt the same position. My earliest memories are of the conviction that there is more to the world than we perceive with the five senses. Since I began practicing silence, I have seen auras. I have had precognitive visions and telepathic dreams. I was compelled on one occasion to pray for my worst enemy, only to learn later she’d just been through an event I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy. In the fall of 1990 I was compelled to pray day after day for a woman I’d not met and had never heard of; only to find, when I moved to another state in January ’91 to attend grad school, she was one of my classmates and had an intense interest in healing prayer, as I also did. To deny these facts, I’d have to lie to myself more than I’m willing to.
There’s still the puzzle of unanswered prayer.
Continue reading * When prayer backfires