Zan's Going Crazy
Lolz, this is what I get for reading an OBE author's online book. He said that, ever since he supposedly starting having OBEs he's also experienced a lot of personal psychic phenomena and all that. Bouts of telepathy, precognition, etc. Well, I've been practicing OBEs lately (because I'm bored and I live in Iowa, what do you want from me?) and so I've been taking what he said into consideration.
This guy was buying beer from me and talking to the girl that was working with me (we both know him pretty well, Franky) and he was saying something I can't remember now, and I started finishing his sentence just as he was doing it. A bit before. We all have moments like that, right? So I accept the mundane possibility of a coincidence (especially since what he was going to say was sort of cliche and predictable in that fashion), but I also wondered after: "Huh, pretty crazy if that was telepathy."
It reminds me of the reason covens won't let you in their group until you're a certain age. You get a little taste of magic and suddenly you see it everywhere. I think that's what's happening to me. I'm really that bored. And that crazy.
But it isn't done. Oh no. As I was waiting for my mother to pick me up, I saw a red van coming on a road left to right from me and assumed it was hers. So I walked to it when it turned into the parking lot. But it wasn't hers. So that's cool. I look out again and I see what I was positive was my mom's van in the distance. I look away, look to the parking lot and wait to see it move past the obscuring greenhouse we have set up now that it's spring. Nothing. No van. I say, aloud, "No, no way, that was the van. That was my mom's van." Two seconds later, probably more like five but meh, my mom's van shows up. Now, there are plenty of van's that look basically like my mom's, so that could have been one I saw passing by. And then, after, I thought: "Was that precognition?"
So I'm not quite crazy enough to think the mundane possibilities aren't there, but I am crazy enough to consider the supernatural side of things. Silly, silly Zan.
Somebody take me out of this state before I start running naked through the streets coated down in peanut butter yelling about the end of the world at the hand's of the Planter's Peanut Man.
This guy was buying beer from me and talking to the girl that was working with me (we both know him pretty well, Franky) and he was saying something I can't remember now, and I started finishing his sentence just as he was doing it. A bit before. We all have moments like that, right? So I accept the mundane possibility of a coincidence (especially since what he was going to say was sort of cliche and predictable in that fashion), but I also wondered after: "Huh, pretty crazy if that was telepathy."
It reminds me of the reason covens won't let you in their group until you're a certain age. You get a little taste of magic and suddenly you see it everywhere. I think that's what's happening to me. I'm really that bored. And that crazy.
But it isn't done. Oh no. As I was waiting for my mother to pick me up, I saw a red van coming on a road left to right from me and assumed it was hers. So I walked to it when it turned into the parking lot. But it wasn't hers. So that's cool. I look out again and I see what I was positive was my mom's van in the distance. I look away, look to the parking lot and wait to see it move past the obscuring greenhouse we have set up now that it's spring. Nothing. No van. I say, aloud, "No, no way, that was the van. That was my mom's van." Two seconds later, probably more like five but meh, my mom's van shows up. Now, there are plenty of van's that look basically like my mom's, so that could have been one I saw passing by. And then, after, I thought: "Was that precognition?"
So I'm not quite crazy enough to think the mundane possibilities aren't there, but I am crazy enough to consider the supernatural side of things. Silly, silly Zan.
Somebody take me out of this state before I start running naked through the streets coated down in peanut butter yelling about the end of the world at the hand's of the Planter's Peanut Man.