Thursday, November 10, 2022


Every morning when I wake up, I play a little game of guessing what time it is. In the short walk to the kitchen clock, I make a prediction. Often, I’m pretty close, sometimes, wildly off. Today, I got a clear precise image in my mind—6:07. Turned on the kitchen light and looked at the clock. Exactly 6:07.


How is that possible? Some theorize that we all have the faculty of ESP, but it gets buried in the way we cultivate our minds and discount our intuitions. Now guessing the time is no earth-shaking talent, not as useful as predicting an earthquake or an election. But still one can be amazed at the precision of the internal image exactly matching the reality of the external reality. 


And I was. 

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