Another day in the life of the Twilight Zone -- or, we don't need no psychics, it's all physics

Last December 13th I wrote a blog that concerned my meeting with my former landlord in England, and how it came about that he had almost anticipated my arrival on his doorstep, despite how we hadn’t been in touch since 1981. The whole encounter was almost uncanny due to the premonitory aspect of it. If you are interested in reminding yourself of the tale, then check out the Dec. 13, 2006 blog on my history.

Yesterday I had another one of ‘those’ interludes in which I could virtually hear the Twilight Zone theme music in the background, with a voiceover by Rod Serling: “What you are about to experience …” Well, maybe that overdramatizes it just a bit.

There is a man whom I know. He’s quite an elderly man, in his 80s. How I know him is (and it’s curious where and how our relationships originate) is that he is the father of my ex-wife’s first husband. But, he is also my stepdaughter’s grandfather, so that was how I got to know him a number of years ago. He’s almost kin in a convoluted way. He’s a good guy, and even after Trudy and I split, we would run into each other, and always have a good conversation. He bore me no acrimony whatsoever. Quite the contrary, as a matter of fact, since Trudy had also dumped his only son.

Anyway, yesterday morning I was lying in bed debating whether I should get up, or just pull the covers over my head and say to hell with it all. During that time my mind suddenly (really quite suddenly) flashed to Bill (my friend’s name) and I idly thought how I hadn’t seen him for a long while, and I hoped he was OK. I mean, I used to regularly run into him, usually at our local supermarket, but there had been a long hiatus. Anyway, I thought little more about it, and got up. But, over coffee I still wondered why he had crossed my mind quite out of the blue.

Later in the morning I went to the market to pick up a couple of things, and as I rounded the corner from one of the aisles, there was Bill. I was almost flabbergasted.

I told him my tale of having thought about him earlier in the day, and there he was. I also told him I was concerned because I hadn’t seen him in a great while.

Turns out there was good reason we hadn’t crossed paths. He’d been in hospital for a grand total of nine months. He was suffering from a hideous infection in his foot and had literally been on a ruthless regime of antibiotics for all of those nine months. He thought he was going to die for much of the time, and his wife had resigned herself to that strong possibility. But, obviously, he transcended the illness and was looking relatively hale. He was thin, but looked and sounded OK.

We chatted for quite a time, and I expressed my concern for what he had been through. At the end of the conversation he said: “Thank you for caring, Ian. You’re a good man and a good friend.” I was, needless to say, touched.

I recounted the tale later to Wendy. She noted that I do have strong psychic tendencies, but she already knew that. Of course, I am a Pisces, too and they say Pisceans are psychic. I doubt that I believe that, but I do think such premonitory visitations are part of who we are as humans.

It’s all terribly scientific, Wendy asserted. She told me it was an aspect of quantum physics, and if I wanted I could also pull such notables as Karl Jung and Albert Einstein into the mix, because they believed in such things.

Wendy, who had studied QP years ago in college, told me how the submolecular structure of the world was constantly in motion, and that we humans, being part of that process, respond to things accordingly. Ever wonder why you’re sexually attracted to some people but not to others? Well, it’s all sub-cellular and you have no control over it. Not terribly romantic, but kind of kinky in its own way. “Baby, my cells are in flux when you walk by.”

“What happened,” she told me, “Is that there was movement in the universe and something in the structure had changed. You thought about Bill for a reason, I don’t know exactly what reason, and then it was almost inevitable you should meet. It was just like last year. You arrived in your old hometown, and that disrupted the normal sub-atomic flow of things. You were near at hand. That prompted your landlord to go and look at some papers he hadn’t pondered in years. He found your cartoons. It was virtually inevitable you should appear on the doorstep. You set the whole scenario in motion. You want validation? How many times has it happened to you that you walk into a room and somebody says, ‘speak of the devil’ or ‘we were just talking about you’ It’s not really so weird.”

That’s the trouble with scientific minds, they take so much of the mystery out of life. But, since she’s highly romantic in other areas, I love her dearly, regardless.

Have you had any psychic experiences? I, and other readers, would love to hear about them.