Telepathy is real, a normal faculty
Telepathy, I learnt years back, is a normal faculty I believe many poses. It is similar to hearing or sight only it is a transmission mind to mind. Because I am telepathic, I've been forced to learn much about it. Here is one vivid experience I had that changed my understanding of a number of things.
Many years back, I used to cycle across our city to and from the university where I worked. One clear summer's afternoon, I started back home. There is a T junction in one road at which I turned into another road. This is a long slight downhill road, straight for over a kilometre, going into a gentle right curve then another short straight followed by a slight left to a bridge over a large river.
As I approached the first curve, I suddenly had a disturbing feeling and a voice in my mind said distinct, "There's going to be an accident."
Not a single car had passed me, nor was one even in sight in front or behind me. I checked that I was riding close to the edge of the tar then looked back again. At that, a red Toyota started to turn from the T junction into the road I was on.
"That car's going to have an accident," this voice clearly told me.
I made sure I was still at the edge of the road and again glanced back at the red car, it was the only vehicle in sight.
Again came that firm voice in my mind, "That car's going to have an accident."
I now felt alarmed, rode on more cautiously for a moment then checked to see where the car was. By then it was well through the T junction and a little distance down the straights towards me, but as I looked, for a third time, that distinct voice repeated, "That car's going to have an accident."
I kept riding cautiously on towards the bridge which now had come into sight. Another cyclist, a young man wearing a white shirt and grey flannel longs crossed the bridge and came riding toward me. The road has a cycle path on the opposite side from where I was riding. Its first on-ramp had a sharp step that could puncture a tyre so we all took a second on ramp some hundred metres on. At that, three cars came into sight crossing the bridge, the first was an old Hillman Minx. By now the feeling that there was about to be an accident was intense.
The cyclist reached me, he was riding hard, his shirt wet with sweat. As he was approached the second on-ramp. I saw the driver the Hillman, a really sour looking old woman. As she passed me, she hooted at him, stared at him, and shook her finger at him in righteous anger that he had not got off the cars’ road at the first ramp. An instant later, from behind me there was a violent crash as she slammed straight into the red Toyota!
Perhaps the Toyota, in turn, had moved out to pass me so was also at fault. I kept riding, too shocked to even look back. As I heard the cars impact, out the corner of my eye I saw the other cyclist turn safely onto the second on-ramp.
What happened here? How did I know there was to be this collision at least two minutes before it occurred? How did I have this increasing knowledge and sensation about it as I rode into then through the spot where it was to occur?
Is it possible that this whole event was orchestrated by demonic spirits? Having my unusually high receptiveness to telepathy, was there an epicentre of evil manipulating the drivers of these two car and I was simply picking up on its (their?) activities as I rode deeper into the epicentre? But then, both the other cyclist and I were part of this event so was I ‘hearing’ what was being planned for all four of us?
There obviously were some unseen - spiritual? - forces at play. I can find no other explanation than this evil locked onto these two drivers, numbing their minds, taking control of their actions, and creating circumstances and thoughts that drove them into the collision.
From that day, many years ago, I stopped believing that people have 'accidents'. I believe there are events orchestrated by evil (the devil, demon spirits, whatever) that cause these collision and other injuries that beset us.
Many years back, I used to cycle across our city to and from the university where I worked. One clear summer's afternoon, I started back home. There is a T junction in one road at which I turned into another road. This is a long slight downhill road, straight for over a kilometre, going into a gentle right curve then another short straight followed by a slight left to a bridge over a large river.
As I approached the first curve, I suddenly had a disturbing feeling and a voice in my mind said distinct, "There's going to be an accident."
Not a single car had passed me, nor was one even in sight in front or behind me. I checked that I was riding close to the edge of the tar then looked back again. At that, a red Toyota started to turn from the T junction into the road I was on.
"That car's going to have an accident," this voice clearly told me.
I made sure I was still at the edge of the road and again glanced back at the red car, it was the only vehicle in sight.
Again came that firm voice in my mind, "That car's going to have an accident."
I now felt alarmed, rode on more cautiously for a moment then checked to see where the car was. By then it was well through the T junction and a little distance down the straights towards me, but as I looked, for a third time, that distinct voice repeated, "That car's going to have an accident."
I kept riding cautiously on towards the bridge which now had come into sight. Another cyclist, a young man wearing a white shirt and grey flannel longs crossed the bridge and came riding toward me. The road has a cycle path on the opposite side from where I was riding. Its first on-ramp had a sharp step that could puncture a tyre so we all took a second on ramp some hundred metres on. At that, three cars came into sight crossing the bridge, the first was an old Hillman Minx. By now the feeling that there was about to be an accident was intense.
The cyclist reached me, he was riding hard, his shirt wet with sweat. As he was approached the second on-ramp. I saw the driver the Hillman, a really sour looking old woman. As she passed me, she hooted at him, stared at him, and shook her finger at him in righteous anger that he had not got off the cars’ road at the first ramp. An instant later, from behind me there was a violent crash as she slammed straight into the red Toyota!
Perhaps the Toyota, in turn, had moved out to pass me so was also at fault. I kept riding, too shocked to even look back. As I heard the cars impact, out the corner of my eye I saw the other cyclist turn safely onto the second on-ramp.
What happened here? How did I know there was to be this collision at least two minutes before it occurred? How did I have this increasing knowledge and sensation about it as I rode into then through the spot where it was to occur?
Is it possible that this whole event was orchestrated by demonic spirits? Having my unusually high receptiveness to telepathy, was there an epicentre of evil manipulating the drivers of these two car and I was simply picking up on its (their?) activities as I rode deeper into the epicentre? But then, both the other cyclist and I were part of this event so was I ‘hearing’ what was being planned for all four of us?
There obviously were some unseen - spiritual? - forces at play. I can find no other explanation than this evil locked onto these two drivers, numbing their minds, taking control of their actions, and creating circumstances and thoughts that drove them into the collision.
From that day, many years ago, I stopped believing that people have 'accidents'. I believe there are events orchestrated by evil (the devil, demon spirits, whatever) that cause these collision and other injuries that beset us.
