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Psychic Communication
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Terri's
calls to my
voice mail
Wednesday, August 26, 2000
11:30am CDT
Terri calls to say she'sgoing to play with energy to "get
[me] to call."
12:34pm CDT
Terri calls again in response to my page. She says it's been
about 30 minutes since she finished her
meditation.
Communication
Through Non-Physical Means: A personal account
I went to California from August 19 to 28, 2000. Terri (close friend and sometime housemate) stayed in Minnesota. The following account (now slightly edited) was written on Friday, August 25, 2000.
Something very exciting happened in the past two days! On Wednesday I had the sudden, powerful urge to talk to Terri. A frenzy, nearly, but I couldn't figure out how to reach her. She had only a pager, and I didn't know where I was going to be. It seemed so complicated at that moment. Nevertheless, the feeling was so strong that I called her pager and left her a message saying I was thinking about her. Later, I had the impulse to get my phone messages from home, but that wasn't as strong. I kept getting distracted and never did get to it until Thursday afternoon.
What I discovered when I finally did call home for my messages was that Terri intentionally set out to contact me psychically on Wednesday morning. She left me two messages approximately an hour apart, the first saying that she was going to go meditate and try to get me to call her, and the second saying that she had gotten my page. How much more clear can it be that her energy work worked!
This has been really powerful and wonderful for me.
I did manage to talk to Terri on Thursday afternoon. I realize now why I was flummoxed by the telephone system. My feeling was that she was close by, and I just wanted to talk to her, like then we're sitting on the couch together. But I knew that I had to use the telephone, and it was a very disjointed feeling. I didn't want the phone. It was too complicated when I felt like I could just talk to her right away. Terri reports that in her meditation she envisioned us sitting right near each other. She imagined me in California, and then imagined herself here, too. Then she repeated, "Come on, I'm right here."
No wonder I got confused about the telephone thing.
Entertainingly, before I left for the trip Terri predicted that I would have some breakthrough while I was travelling. I believe this falls into that category. She probably didn't realize that the breakthrough would also be for her.
Receiving this communication from Terri led me to think of the other times I have received communications from a distance.
The
most incontrovertible one (to me) was when I was in Israel
in tenth grade. It was Passover 1981, and I was in the
desert on the east shore of the Sinai peninsula, far from
any communication devices (cell phones were unheard of back
then). I had the image that a telegram was being sent
concerning me, and that I would be returning to the United
States right away. When we got back from the Sinai, it
turned out that it was true. The exchange program had sent
my parents a telegram saying they were sending me home. My
only error had been that I got the direction of the telegram
wrong; I thought my parents had sent for me.
When I was in Scotland (again, largely out of communication,
as we had no phone in our flat), I had a "fantasy" that it
would be really funny if I dated a man whose last name was
Schwab (my last name at the time). This was an idea that had
never crossed my mind before. Turns out that at that time,
back in the US, my brother Dylan Schwab was dating a girl
whose last name was Schwab.
One day in Berkeley in 1989, I met Dan at the Berkeley BART
station in the press of commute-hour crowds. We had the
general agreement to "try to find each other" downtown
around a certain time, but no specific time or place for
doing it. As I walked by the BART station, a thrill of
energy passed through me, and I just knew I should look for
Dan there. The escalator gave me a good view of one of the
exits, as I knew it would, and I found him there in the
crowd and got his attention.
These are just the remarkable ones. I don't have any specifics for all the times when, "I was just about to call you," or "I've been wanting to go there for days," or "I was going to say the exact same thing," happened. They're too numerous, and, alas, too easily rationalized away.
In fact, I have tried to rationalize away these "remarkable" instances as well, usually in the form of someone else saying, "It could be just a coincidence," or "There's no real reason to think that was ESP," or some such. Yet in each of these cases, I knew something real was going on.
The funny part is that it feels like it's coming from me, or is just my imagination. There's no signal that I recognize, as yet, to tell me where the information is coming from. However, as I write this, I'm realizing that there are some ways to recognize information that comes from non-physical channels, and I just haven't refined them yet. There is an energy and a persistence that seems to go with these things. The persistence part is for the ones that seem to be like recurring fantasies or daydreams. Yet, they stand out from other fantasies or daydreams in some ways.
I have gotten these things out of this experience:
1) A renewed faith in what is possible, the vastness of the field of possibilities,
2) A new sense of confidence in myself as the receiver of psychic (coming through non-physical channels) information,
3) An enhanced comfort with the process of receiving psychically, knowing that it's perfectly OK if I feel like "it's coming from me,"
4) A robust respect and appreciation for my partnership with Terri, our work/play together and the amazing results we have created,
5) A robust awareness of the effect that energy work, conscious intention, magic spells, etc. have on my physical reality,
6) It's a good story and we have these amazing records -- Terri's two date-and-time-stamped messages on my voice mail and my call to her pager.
I just want to sing! I am so keenly aware of how nothing is "an accident." It all comes together to form a pattern, an understanding.
Blessed be!
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