Have you ever known who was going to call right before the phone rang? Yesterday, I experienced this sort of premonition twice. First, my husband and I were talking about my son’s upcoming soccer practice and whether or not we were going to commute together with his friend and his father. Just as we had decided that I would contact the boy’s mother, our home phone rang. From the other room, I said to my husband, “Oh, that is Mrs. M.”, right before he answered the line. It was her. “Speak of the devil,” I joked with her, “We were just talking about you.” A hour or so later, our home phone rang again. I was sitting at the table working on my genealogical research (a common past time for me, in case you could not tell), when my husband walked into the room, phone in hand. I said, “It’s my dad, right?” (Of course, I hadn’t heard from my father in months, busy lives and all, so how did I know? I wonder….)
How about this? Have you ever dreamed/thought about someone for no reason at all and have that person visit soon thereafter? Once, in grad school, I dreamed about my great-grandmother, who lived hundreds of miles away and to whom I had not spoken in quite some time. In that dream, we had a truly lovely and extremely memorable conversation. A few days later, my mother phoned to tell me that my great-grandmother had died a couple of days earlier. (I often wonder if our family’s matriarch had stopped by my subconscious to bid me adieu. I wonder….)
When I was a young girl, I had a very vivid dream that remains with me still. My siblings and I were walking down the dirt road from our house to the creek to go crayfishing, a wonderful warm-weather pastime. We were accompanied by a few other children, including a boy who lived nearby. The boy was galloping ahead of us, determined to make it to the trail leading to our favorite fishing hole first. We raced him to the trail but then we slowed down, picking our way carefully over the rocks and roots interspersed along the path. He kept forging ahead of us, heedless to his safety, as young boys often are. He hurdled a fallen tree truck, landing on the other side. Suddenly, he shrieked. We assumed he had twisted his ankle but soon discovered that he had startled a snake and had been bitten…. I woke suddenly, my heart beating wildly. “It was just a dream. It was just a dream,” I assured myself. Several weeks later, summer brought forth a sweltering day, one made for skipping stones down by the stream. A few of us kids headed to the creek to cool off. One child decided to race ahead of us down the trail. A feeling of déjà vu filled me with trepidation. As my young friend neared a large log laying across the trail, I, who was lagging behind with the others, suddenly screamed: “Watch out. There’s a snake on the other side.” The boy halted his headlong haste and peered cautiously over the log. Coiled up where he would have landed was a copperhead. My friend looked at me, apprehensively, and dubbed me a witch.
Well, enough of that long-gone moment: Let’s return to the immediate past. Following my back-to-back intuitive instances of last evening, I returned to my computer to continue my genealogical research. Instead of resuming my task at hand, however, I kept thinking about what had just happened and had happened occasionally throughout the years. I began to ask myself, “Did any of my ancestors ever experience any type of precognition? Can intuition be part of a person’s genome? Are we chromosomally connected in more ways than can be currently documented by DNA? I wonder, just how much is passed down through the generations?”
I wonder…I wonder….