“It wouldn’t have happened had I not picked up on his silent plea:  please stop.”

I shop in the same supermarket at least a few times each week.  For the last two years, I’ve passed by a gentleman who I know is single because of the things I see in his cart.  A woman can tell by what a man buys if he’s alone or not.  Of this I am sure.

I am by nature a shy person, but for so long I’ve wanted to approach him.  I can tell he’s a good man.  My instincts are rarely wrong, and I’ve heard him talk to the checkout people.  I knew he was intelligent, well bred and had a nice sense of humor.

A couple of weeks ago I decided to try something I’ve used in the past, and that is to try to connect with him with my mind.  I admit I augmented it by trying to catch his eye and by smiling at him – things I’ve done in the past, but to no avail.

But this time when I spotted him in the frozen foods section I decided to walk towards him with the thought in mind that I love him.  Yes, I said love him.

Well, I must have had a wonderful look on my face because his face beamed and he smiled broadly at me.  He said hello as I walked  by.  I nodded and kept walking (remember, I’m shy), but then I heard a voice in my head say please stop.

I turned and said, “what?”  He kind of looked odd and I said did you just say please stop?  He replied that he hadn’t said it aloud but had thought it – those exact words!

We both laughed and at last the barrier between us was shattered.

We’ve gone out for coffee and dinner a few times since that day, and I have a hunch it will lead somewhere.  But it wouldn’t have happened had I not picked up on his silent plea:  please stop.

S. Gibbons
Oklahoma City, OK

“I said please tell me what’s wrong.”

I was in San Francisco visiting my brother when I had a most unusual experience.

I was driving over the Golden Gate Bridge when an overwhelming thought came over me.  I felt I had to call my husband back home in Iowa.  I didn’t know why, but I had this feeling in my gut that something was wrong and needed my attention.

We have a farm and love to work the fields.  The land has been in my husband’s family for three generations and neither one of us could ever live anywhere else.  Our kids are grown and living elsewhere, but we’re never going to leave.

I reached for my cell phone but I couldn’t get reception; also, it appeared the battery was low.  I was getting a bit frantic because traffic was moving very, very slow and I knew I had to get in touch with Lawrence, and quick.

Maybe a half hour passed when finally I could get reception.  I dialed home and could barely hear what Lawrence was saying.  He was asking where I was because he had been trying to reach me.  I said please tell me what’s wrong.

He said my mother had suffered a setback (she is old and frail) and for me to call her as soon as possible.  When I asked what time it occurred, he told me, and I wasn’t the least bit taken aback when I learned it was the same moment my mother had taken ill.

My mother and I have drawn closer as the years have gone by.  She wasn’t a particularly warm person and, frankly, was a so-so mother, but as time passed we grew to love each other.  Now I feel as if we’re soul mates and I can feel her hurt from time to time.

This was definitely one of those times.

V. Wolford
Nashville, TN

“I’ve had psychic communications with animals previously but never quite like this.”

President Theodore Roosevelt was an avid hunter, and he once related a heart-breaking story regarding a wounded deer.

“I missed badly and only hit part of his leg,” said the famous sportsman.  “I could see the look of agony in its face and as it started to turn and hobble away, it suddenly stopped and stared – at me.  I was a hundred yards or so away but we made instant eye contact.

“It was at that moment that we communicated to each other.  I said I was sorry, but it just stood there and stared.  It was no different than if I were having a conversation with a human being I had done wrong.”

The deer slowly limped back into the woods and Roosevelt never forgot the incident.

“I’ve had psychic communications with animals previously but never quite like this.  It was as if he was asking me why I did it.  The amazing thing about it was that I was so far away and how could the deer have possibly known I was responsible for his injury?

“I have no doubt that that animal which I’m sure went on to have a slow, agonizing death, thought about me when he passed on.  I shall forever regret the incident and wish I had never encountered that deer.”

“It is unnerving knowing she can see what I am envisioning.”

I work for an advertising agency as a copywriter and I want to relay my experiences with a graphics artist that never fail to astonish me.

Her name is Angel, and she is truly an angel.

The way we work it here in the office is I’m given an assignment, usually a product for which to create an ad.  I’ll write the copy than arrange a meeting with Angel so she can do the artwork.

Our mission is to create an ad or ads that people will be drawn to and remember.  When I first sit down with Angel, I am usually geared up to present her with my ideas, but most of the time she simply picks up on my thoughts and starts sketching ideas that I have in my mind.

I don’t know how she does it, but time after time she usually hits it on the mark.  She has the ability to climb inside my head, and it’s both fascinating and unnerving.

One minor problem is she is quite beautiful and sexy, but we stay careful not to get personal as our company has strict policies about “extra-curricular” activities.  The problem, of course, is sometimes I can’t take my eyes off her and she knows exactly what I’m thinking.  I mean to the last detail, if you know what I mean.

It has happened more than once when I have a vision of the two of us in a compromising position, and she has whispered in my ear, “Nice thought but forget it buster.”

Fortunately she has a good sense of humor, but it is unnerving knowing she can see what I am envisioning.  It helps in creating an advertising campaign but embarrassing when I’m thinking of “other” things.

B. Andrews
White Plains, NY

“Somehow she had taken a wrong turn and was pretty frightened.”

My husband and I like to travel.  Luke retired a few years ago and we’ve been leading the life of leisure ever since.

What unnerves him, however, is how perceptive I am when it comes to visiting new places.  What I mean is, we’ll get off the train or plane in an area we’ve never visited previously, and I’ll have an immediate sense of where we are.

For example, we’ll be in a taxi going to the hotel and I’ll start pointing in various directions telling him where certain historic sites are without even looking at a map.  Of course, if I wanted to I could have checked out the sites beforehand on a map, but somehow I instinctively know where things are.

It doesn’t happen all the time, and it never happens when I try too hard.  But when I’m relaxed and not thinking about it, I’ll suddenly blurt out that we’re only a block or two away from a specific place.  And when I do that, I’m rarely wrong.

I also have ESP abilities with my oldest daughter.  It doesn’t matter where she is; in fact she can be hundreds of miles away, but if she stubs her toe or has indigestion I can often feel it at the same time.

Once, when she was a child, she had lost her way home from school.  Somehow she had taken a wrong turn and was pretty frightened.

I picked up on her anxiety, and without being told anything was wrong, I went out to look for her and took all the correct turns to find her.  There she was, sitting on a doorstep crying just as I had envisioned.

M. McMartin
Bolder Springs, CO

“We used to drive our parents – particularly our mother – a little crazy.”

My identical twin brother Edwin is working in Tokyo and loves it.  He loves the people, the culture, the food, and when he emails or calls to tell me about it, I let him know that I’ve seen the same sites – through his mind.

You see, Edwin and I have been very, very close since childhood.  And I “see” what he sees.  And he does the same.

We’ve always been on the same wavelength.  When we were kids in the same class, sometimes (if the vibes were right) I could relay the answer to a question if he was having trouble.

When playing football, I knew exactly what he was thinking, where he wanted me to pass the ball.  Occasionally, we even dated the same girl without her knowing we were switching around.  It was all in fun, and we never tried to embarrass anyone.

One time, our ESP bailed us out of a potentially dangerous situation.  We were walking down the street late at night when Edwin pulled my arm and said let’s get out of here.  We started running, and as we passed an alley two guys started running after us.  They apparently had been waiting for us to pass by and were going to hold us up.  Fortunately, Edwin and I used to run track, and our ability (and fear) allowed us to get away.

As youngsters we used to drive our parents – particularly our mother – a little crazy.  We’d answer her before she had a chance to ask us something.  Dad always laughed at our gifts, but Mom was a stickler and didn’t want to be outdone by her little kids.  She would smile occasionally, but we did it all in good humor.

B. Perkins
London, England