While making my bed Monday morning, a thought about an acquaintance popped into my head. Ricardo is someone who used to converse with me nearly every day. Anyway, Ricardo moved to Indiana a couple of years ago, and hasn’t bothered to keep in touch with many of the people he knew here in Nebraska. Oh, and by the way, Ricardo has an uncanny resemblance to the young version of Fidel Castro except that Ricardo doesn’t smoke cigars, he vapes.
As I went about my early morning routines, I wondered what ever happened to Ricardo. Did he marry his girlfriend? What kind of work was he doing? Did he even live in Indiana anymore? At the time, it seemed odd that Ricardo would appear in my mind because we were not close friends or buddies.
As the early morning unfolded, thoughts of Ricardo drifted away and I focused on writing an unrelated post for this blog. The rest of the morning happened in a normal, unremarkable manner.
Then, while my friend Jane and I were chatting, Ricardo walked through the doorway. Even though he was wearing a hoodie over his head, his Castro-like features were still evident. Soon, Jane and I began interrogating him and he started filling us in about his current situation. During our conversation, I remembered thinking about Ricardo earlier in the morning.
No, I do not identify as some sort of psychic or a clairvoyant. In fact, I’m quite skeptical about such matters. However, when I was much younger, I was an avid true believer in New Age spirituality. Those beliefs went away after never having any authentic first hand experiences with anything involving extrasensory perception, telepathy, nor visions of fifth, sixth, or any other dimensions of awareness.
I had been living at the epicenter of the New Age movement in the San Francisco Bay Area at the time of its highest popularity in the 1970s. I was familiar with the culture of the psychic community because friends and some family members were deeply into it. New Age culture filled a void in my young mind. Despite this immersion, it never felt authentic to me.
The most important instance of insightful intuition happened in San Jose in 1977. I knew that I had to make a clean break from my beloved Bay Area, family, and friends. It was necessary to leave the world of woo behind and recapture what was left of my sanity while I still was able to do so. This was one of the most difficult decisions I ever had to make. I’m glad I listened to that inner voice.
Obviously, “alternative spirituality”, sixth sense, ESP, UFOlogy, and other forms of “second sight” hold no sway over my life. Skepticism has been a boon to my happiness.
For these reasons, Monday’s experience with an apparent precognitive thought and Ricardo’s appearance was especially fascinating. I understood that there is no proven technique to distinguish direct mind to mind communication. There are no vibrational frequencies or whatever to enable such phenomenon.
We average folks can sometimes predict the future but this happens through mental processes that take into account our surroundings, awareness, knowledge, and previous experiences. Most of the time we have thoughts about people, places, and events but we don’t pay attention to them. It is when an event coincidentally intersects with a memory of one of those thoughts that that thought feels special.
Our minds like to make note of interactions that seem supernatural. For instance, we frequently, unconsciously look at digital clocks and watches to note the time. It’s when we see 11:11, 2:02, 10:10, or 1:23 that we take notice. We might ascribe special meaning to such readouts. My mind especially likes to isolate both 11:11 and 1:23 whenever I notice them on my wristwatch or wall clock. This is just a biological part of pattern recognition. It’s not really anything special.
Regarding Ricardo, in retrospect, I realized that because Ricardo used to be a daily feature in my life, I have thought about him frequently. Just as frequently those thoughts vanished into the thought stream. They came and went just as any other thoughts. It wasn’t until I saw Ricardo walk into view, did I remember my latest thoughts about him. My apparent anticipation did not happen until after the fact, when the mind had time to synthesize the scenario.
So far, there have been no recorded instances of anyone who could provide regular, routine, pin-point accurate, detailed descriptions of future events. Such people would be famous as authentic psychics. Right now, people who claim to be able to forecast events really have no better luck than any regular person rolling the dice and predicting outcomes 100-percent of the time. When a prediction and an event intersect by pure chance, the prediction stands out from the rest.
It was this happy coincidence that helped make my reunion with Ricardo more memorable and noteworthy.