Friday, August 21, 2015
Extrasensory Perception is just another name for letting your God inspired spirit take advantage of the gifts we have all gotten at birth. Unfortunately some of the wires that are set up within the human body may get in the way for some of us so that brain damage, may hinder this function or ultra sensory wiring, synapses may heighten the usage.
There are things that happen however, that we just accept as ordinary occurrences because we just don't have the time or this world has jaded us into believing all this stuff is just gobble-de-gook. My experiences have strengthened my belief that we can all sharpen these senses of the Spirit called ESP if only we spent the time practicing methods that allow this to happen.
Prayer is one method that can sharpen the ESP. But there are other methods such as meditation, Yoga and practices of Buddhism that will also sharpen the senses of the spirit. The idea is to reach into oneself so that you can get outside of this shell we call a body and send the brain waves, the spirit, over space and time to communicate and visualize past, future and interplanetary events.
The Psychics that are not charlatans have this ability. They can communicate with those who have past into that other dimension we call heaven, or even Purgatory of some kind. Words once released still are in the atmosphere, so are images all we need are receptors. The proof of this is Radio, TV, Radar and all the things we use so cavalierly every day. As you read this all sorts of pictures and voices are being transmitted that we can see when we turn on our sets. So why not the same thing regarding ESP, Spiritual senses that reach outside of our bodies into the universe around us?
When I was very young and did not believe in all this "stuff" to test the theory I said a prayer that if I'd ever get married I would see my future wife then and there but would not realize it when we would get married sometime in the future. Some ten years later I married that girl who happened to pass my way right about the time I threw out that challenge. When I first saw her I asked a friend who she was and he steered me away from her saying she didn't speak English because he was pursuing her. I didn't realize the girl I eventually married and that girl that passed in front of me when I uttered that prayer was one and the same girl.
There was a time that I had to make a choice to follow my Company to the West Coast or stay here on the other coast, my beloved New York. I was married, had a large family and took a big risk by staying rather than going. The decision was reached after prayers, meditation and a deep feeling that this would be a wrong move for me and my family. I trusted that feeling. Years passed and it seemed that I made the wrong move.
But the ensuing years proved that I made the correct move. The company on the West Coast was merged and people were out of work. I wasn't. I had a job, not the best but it allowed me to support the family while it payed for my education. It allowed me to experience things that I could only experience by staying in New York. It allowed me to have the opportunity to take care of my wife as she slipped into Alzheimer's. I met new people and made new friends not all of which stayed with me. I met a very pretty young lady and we met seemingly for a brief moment in our lives and then went our ways. BUT some 25 years later we met again and fell in love. I never would have had that opportunity to experience new beginnings if I didn't listen to my inner voice, ESP, God Talking or whatever you call it because without it I would have transferred to California. As a side bar my children wouldn't have met their lovers and had their children, my grandchildren. I wouldn't change it all for anything.
Co-incidence? I don't believe in co-incidences. There are so many other things I could recount not only my experiences but people I know. We are more than solidified chemicals and electrical impulses. We are Spiritual people and we could be so much more so if we would just take the time to develop these Extrasensory Perceptions!
Sunday, August 9, 2015
I can't figure it all out. The Yanks just lost their fourth in a row, in the last three games they scored one run. Their pitching has been great but their hitting seems to have taken a vacation. But what does that all mean to me? I keep telling myself the team is comprised of multi millionaires belonging to a multi billion dollar organization. If they win or lose they all get paid. If they win or lose I never get anything from their endeavors. What makes it even worst than that is while I know them, their ins and outs, I am just another unknown poor slob supporting these rich bastards. Yet they are breaking my heart.
Maybe it is the fact that we all wanted to play on the team when we were kids, I mean when we grew up. My first hero should have been my father but it was a Yankee outfielder named Johnny Lindell who wore the number 27 on his uniform. Of course I wore the same number on mine when I played on the sandlot teams.
I seemed to think when he did good it transferred to me and when I did good it transferred to him. And it wasn't just about winning it was about doing the best you could no matter what the outcome but if you won it was so much better. AND the Yankees won seemingly every year sometimes winning over 100 games while losing 54 or less. My sandlot teams won also and their was a certain pride in knowing when you were called on to compete you were better than the competition.
When you went out on the field dressed in your baseball uniform and the crowd of maybe 50 or maybe 10 people watched and they cheered if you made a great catch or got an important hit while the soft summer breeze was blowing through your hair because your hat fell off due to the effort expended to complete the play while running it was as if time stopped and you were transformed into your hero. I was Johnny Lindell and he was me and we were having fun competing and playing the game the way it should be played. Oh yeah, it was good to feel young and invincible swatting the ball, catching the ball after a long run.
Maybe that was it, the reason I felt so bad today watching the Yankees play like they forgot how to hit the ball. Maybe it made me realize they were getting old. I was getting old. I could feel the joy of youth, of the air blowing through my hair even though I was very bald, when they won. Somehow they and I were one. Young and carefree laughing through a hot summer's day as we caught the ball, hit the homers and were free of defeat because we played the game the way it should be played, and that is playing it well. At least for the moment anyway because the reality of life is that defeats are usually there always but lay the foundation for victories. And all the Ballplayers get old and eventually fade away, even the greatest. But for the moment we are all young again and that moment has been taken away from me during this Yankee slump and I fear it won't come back again until they start winning again.
I guess rooting for your team is like rooting for life. To succeed, stay forever young and live till you die. I think that explains why my heart is broken right now but they will rise again just as most of us do after each defeat experienced in living. Reminds me of Frank Sinatra's song "I'm gonna live till I die.... but if nothing comes up next July I'm gonna roll myself up in a big ball and die."