It happens to me all the time, sometimes when I try it on purpose and sometimes not. I transmit a thought to someone, and receive an answer, as a sort of echo. Sometimes, like today, it is very strong and clear
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Spring. Reciprocated weather when hot dry winds blow from the east in strong gusts and fill the air with gray dust. Night has decended, and the huge leaves of the giant bird-of-paradize tree were whipping against the outer wall. A loud noise. Was there someone in the front yard? I went outside. No, just the huge leaves blowing in the wind. I went
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