Riddle me this. A few years back I was standing in front of my house at dusk just enjoying the day. For the sake of science, I have to tell you that I had just has a great big joint and was out there grooving, listening to the Islamic call to prayer and watching the colors changed as the long day waned.
Suddenly I saw my friend, 'Darius', let's call him since that is actually his name, rounding the nearby corner and walking up to meet me. This was odd because he had left the country something like a year earlier, and I never expected to see him again. He had also regretfully informed me that he was no letter writer and that I shouldn't expect to hear from him. Ah well.
In an instant I realized there was no one there at all. No one. No thing. Of course, I then experienced some nostalgic and sentimental feeling for my lost comrade, and went back to my grooving and just being.
A bit later I went in and told the ladies of the house what had happened. They knew I am not at all the sort to experience hallucinations - even if I am high., So they laughed the non-incident off, but not without also fondly remembering old Darius. He was all right. We all liked him just fine.
The next evening at that exact same time, as the Muslims blared their prayers, I was sitting reading when I was informed by one of the women, now slack-jawed, that Darius was at the door!
I am not given to premonitions, and even when I have them, as in this instance, I never imagine that they are premonitions. I just think I am wool gathering.
Now Darius, he is exactly the sort that does have premonitions. He constantly gets creepy feelings, memorable dreams and visions of the future (or so he often claimed) So he was quite interested to hear my story. I thought he was going to tell me that he had been sending out thought waves to me, or had had a similar experience the day before when I had thought he was thousands of miles away never to return, but no. Nothing on his end.
I tend to agree that such stories are meaningless coincidences, but this one happened to me. Never before, and once since, but that really is a minor incident not worth the telling.
Questions? Comments?
Suddenly I saw my friend, 'Darius', let's call him since that is actually his name, rounding the nearby corner and walking up to meet me. This was odd because he had left the country something like a year earlier, and I never expected to see him again. He had also regretfully informed me that he was no letter writer and that I shouldn't expect to hear from him. Ah well.
In an instant I realized there was no one there at all. No one. No thing. Of course, I then experienced some nostalgic and sentimental feeling for my lost comrade, and went back to my grooving and just being.
A bit later I went in and told the ladies of the house what had happened. They knew I am not at all the sort to experience hallucinations - even if I am high., So they laughed the non-incident off, but not without also fondly remembering old Darius. He was all right. We all liked him just fine.
The next evening at that exact same time, as the Muslims blared their prayers, I was sitting reading when I was informed by one of the women, now slack-jawed, that Darius was at the door!
I am not given to premonitions, and even when I have them, as in this instance, I never imagine that they are premonitions. I just think I am wool gathering.
Now Darius, he is exactly the sort that does have premonitions. He constantly gets creepy feelings, memorable dreams and visions of the future (or so he often claimed) So he was quite interested to hear my story. I thought he was going to tell me that he had been sending out thought waves to me, or had had a similar experience the day before when I had thought he was thousands of miles away never to return, but no. Nothing on his end.
I tend to agree that such stories are meaningless coincidences, but this one happened to me. Never before, and once since, but that really is a minor incident not worth the telling.
Questions? Comments?
