Rita, LadyJean, Helen thanks so much for your stories! I love readin' em, and they give me so much to ponder! Good question about why we "get told things" when it seems there's not much, if anything, we can do about it anyway.

Maybe there's not much purpose to it at all, except to demonstrate these less well understood of our amazing human faculties, so that we grow in self-awareness.

I think these "psychic experiences" are a natural function of normal human consciousness that some of us are more readily aware of, more accepting of, than others. When I'm driving down the road I see many many things - trees, cows, birds, lakes, clouds, lane markers, road signs, my speedometer, other cars etc etc etc. All that visual input is just a function of my normal human eyesight -- but to drive safely I must focus mostly on the ones most vital under the circumstances; the signs, lane-markers, other cars etc. All the rest is by the way, from a survival point of view.

So what's the point of having all that visual input when I can (and should) respond to only a tiny percentage of what I see? Well, that's just the way my eyes function. Do I really need to come up with more "purpose" than that?

Well, maybe, if I enjoy mental gymnastics and driving myself nuts   ;-)

Once we have the 'knowing' or 'get the message' so to speak, then it's up to us to recognize it and figure out how we might respond. Or not. And often it seems there is no response possible.

A case in point -- none of my 3 sons have shown much interest, or aptitude (for lack of a better word) for this type of phenomena, as yet. Certainly, none would profess any kind of "psychic ability" -- far from it!

Last year, at 22, my youngest son Eric caught the typically Canadian "go West young man!" fever, and made a solitary trek across the continent to work in the mountains for a few months. A couple nights before he left, we went out for dinner with my dad and my oldest son Jon.

Jon had been feeling "iffy" about his brother leaving alone to go so far away (well, believe me I was too although we kept up a bravely confident supportive front!) And over dinner, he told us about an upsetting, vivid dream he'd had the night before. Very unusual, for
Jon.

Said he'd dreamed we were all sitting outside this big beautifully landscaped building in a gorgeous wooded place he didn't recognize. I'd pointed my finger down the road and told him to go look over there, right now. So he went walking down the road, turned a corner -- and there was his brother Eric, lying in the middle of the road as if dead. Or badly injured ....

NOT a good omen -- we were all rendered speechless around the table for a minute. Then I said "Hve you been really worried about your brother leaving, hon?" and we all kinda put the dream down to his concerns, and put it out of mind.

Well, Eric did go out west and found a great job in Banff. Hadn't been there 3 weeks when he called with some very upsetting news. He was in the hospital -- he'd slipped and fallen down 2 long flights of icy metal stairs on the walkway home from work, had a concussion and broken his finger.

This happened after midnight -- apparently he'd been lying on the road unconscious for awhile till someone finally walked by, found him and called the ambulance.   :-(   

That's EXACTLY what Jon had seen in his dream a few weeks before -- Eric lying in the middle of the road as if dead.   8-O   An unprecedented experience, for both of them! But even if we'd recognized it as precognitive at hte time, what was Eric to do? Cancel all his plans and stay home because his big bro had a "bad dream"?

I think not! There was nothing to do except what was done -- we all learned something about dreams, and Jon learned something important about himself from that experience. Even though, for him, the dream is still in the realm of coincidence. And because it was a first-time experience for him, I'd say that's a most logical conclusion.

Thanks again for sharing your stories and insights here, everyone. I love readin' em -- keep 'em coming