Banded_Krait
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For about a decade or so, at a frequency of maybe once or twice a year, I've experienced premonitions. I have no control over the phenomenon--it seemingly happens at random, with no particular rhyme or reason as to the timing. Most of the time, these premonitions are of events that are trivial in nature; therefore, I jokingly refer to them in my mind as "Premonitions Lite", as in "lite" beer.
I experienced one this past week, so that is why I am writing about it now. This one was typical of the phenomenon as I usually experience it.
These premonitions almost always come to me during one or two stereotypical situations: as I am starting to wake up in the morning, or when I am doing a very routine task during which I have slipped into a daydreaming state of mind. I theorize that this is because the left-brained, analytical, state of consciousness which predominates during our daily lives is somewhat shut down during these times, allowing these weak psi impressions to "bubble up" to the surface.
The premonition which I experienced this past week came to me as I was starting to wake up on Monday morning. I had stayed up a little later than usual Sunday night, and so I was a little groggy and lingered a little longer in that state in-between sleep and waking. I am now going to restate the premonition exactly how it came to me. I know it is going to sound strange, but I am trying to be accurate. It was as if suddenly I became "aware of the concept of a book titled 'Quentin'."
This is typical of how these premonitions come to me. I am very word- and language-oriented. What I think happens is that some future situation is just different enough from my everyday experiences to stand out slightly from the "noise". When this psi impression enters my mind, my subconscious molds it slightly to fit my personality, my psychology.
It is difficult to explain how I recognized this as a premonition as opposed to just some meaningless dream/daydream. These premonitions are accompanied by a sort of feeling that is both physical and emotional/mental. It is a very slight feeling of excitement, of recognition.
Following this premonition the remainder of my day was completely ordinary. I got up, got ready for work, and had an ordinary day at work. Following work, as is my routine on Monday's, I stopped at a grocery store situated in a shopping center very close to work. It was at this grocery store that my premonition came true.
I went through the store in my usual manner. From the very last aisle, I have to make a 90-degree left-hand turn to make my way to the front of the store where the checkout lanes are located. As I turned the corner, I almost crashed into several shopping carts which had been filled by the store management with items they were trying to get rid of. In the shopping cart nearest to me, the top two or three "layers" of items were composed of books, and the book lying at the very top, with its title on the spine staring directly at me, was a book titled Quentins (with an "S"), by Maeve Binchy.
As I stated earlier, my premonitions are almost always of events that are trivial in nature. This one was no exception. Still, I find this phenomenon to be fascinating. For instance, why are my premonitions word- and language-oriented, while the clairvoyance I experience during my RV sessions is typically--for that type of psi phenomenon--predominantly right-brained, non-analytical, and full of colors, textures, shapes and feelings, but almost never words or numbers?
One more example--this time the very first premonition which I ever experienced. This one was from the mid-1990's. One morning as I was shaving, a Latin (as in Roman) word tried to pop into my mind. I found myself mouthing the the name, "Cassius," over and over, but I knew that this wasn't exactly the word. This went on during the rest of my morning routine as I prepared for work.
This premonition was fulfilled as I arrived at work and bent over to buy a newspaper from one of the dispensing machines which, at that time, were located right beside the front entrance. There, staring at me from the front page of the newspaper, was a big headline in bold print about the college, "Conisius". Bingo! A little shiver of recognition went through me as I pulled the paper from the box.
I experienced one this past week, so that is why I am writing about it now. This one was typical of the phenomenon as I usually experience it.
These premonitions almost always come to me during one or two stereotypical situations: as I am starting to wake up in the morning, or when I am doing a very routine task during which I have slipped into a daydreaming state of mind. I theorize that this is because the left-brained, analytical, state of consciousness which predominates during our daily lives is somewhat shut down during these times, allowing these weak psi impressions to "bubble up" to the surface.
The premonition which I experienced this past week came to me as I was starting to wake up on Monday morning. I had stayed up a little later than usual Sunday night, and so I was a little groggy and lingered a little longer in that state in-between sleep and waking. I am now going to restate the premonition exactly how it came to me. I know it is going to sound strange, but I am trying to be accurate. It was as if suddenly I became "aware of the concept of a book titled 'Quentin'."
This is typical of how these premonitions come to me. I am very word- and language-oriented. What I think happens is that some future situation is just different enough from my everyday experiences to stand out slightly from the "noise". When this psi impression enters my mind, my subconscious molds it slightly to fit my personality, my psychology.
It is difficult to explain how I recognized this as a premonition as opposed to just some meaningless dream/daydream. These premonitions are accompanied by a sort of feeling that is both physical and emotional/mental. It is a very slight feeling of excitement, of recognition.
Following this premonition the remainder of my day was completely ordinary. I got up, got ready for work, and had an ordinary day at work. Following work, as is my routine on Monday's, I stopped at a grocery store situated in a shopping center very close to work. It was at this grocery store that my premonition came true.
I went through the store in my usual manner. From the very last aisle, I have to make a 90-degree left-hand turn to make my way to the front of the store where the checkout lanes are located. As I turned the corner, I almost crashed into several shopping carts which had been filled by the store management with items they were trying to get rid of. In the shopping cart nearest to me, the top two or three "layers" of items were composed of books, and the book lying at the very top, with its title on the spine staring directly at me, was a book titled Quentins (with an "S"), by Maeve Binchy.
As I stated earlier, my premonitions are almost always of events that are trivial in nature. This one was no exception. Still, I find this phenomenon to be fascinating. For instance, why are my premonitions word- and language-oriented, while the clairvoyance I experience during my RV sessions is typically--for that type of psi phenomenon--predominantly right-brained, non-analytical, and full of colors, textures, shapes and feelings, but almost never words or numbers?
One more example--this time the very first premonition which I ever experienced. This one was from the mid-1990's. One morning as I was shaving, a Latin (as in Roman) word tried to pop into my mind. I found myself mouthing the the name, "Cassius," over and over, but I knew that this wasn't exactly the word. This went on during the rest of my morning routine as I prepared for work.
This premonition was fulfilled as I arrived at work and bent over to buy a newspaper from one of the dispensing machines which, at that time, were located right beside the front entrance. There, staring at me from the front page of the newspaper, was a big headline in bold print about the college, "Conisius". Bingo! A little shiver of recognition went through me as I pulled the paper from the box.
